Title: I Remember Our Love (2/?)

Pairing: Quinn Fabray/Rachel Berry

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just having a little fun.


"No, no. Hell no. Do you even know what you're saying, S?" Quinn paces back and forth in the girl's locker room with Brittany and Santana. "Have you lost your damn mind?"

Santana pulls her Cherrios top over her body, revealing the smirk adorning her lips. "I don't see what the problem is, Q. It's not like it'd take much acting."

Quinn's eyes narrow at the implication as she points a finger in in the brunette's direction. "Don't you even insinuate-"

"I don't have to insinuate." She rolls her eyes at Quinn and focuses on the other blonde in the room. "Britt? Don't you think that Stubbles gives Quinn complete lady wood?"

The tall blonde knows this game very well and plays along. Pretending Quinn isn't even there, she responds to Santana. "Totally. Knowing that Rachel likes her gives her such a wettie."

"It does not!" Quinn yells angrily; shoving her foot into her shoe so that she can stand at full height. "I'm sick of this shit."

"Cut the crap, Qui-"

"No, Santana, you cut the crap. I'm not doing this." She walks over to the door, considering this conversation over.

"Why the hell not?" Santana sucks her back in.

"Because I'm popular," Quinn says with a 'duh' expression. "And even though this whole little stunt would be hilarious and very original, I am not taking the risk of losing my status. I've worked hard for it."

"Quinn, you're head cheerleader and I'm kind of a bitch to everyone."

"Except me!" Brittany chimes in while clapping her hands enthusiastically.

"Right, except you, Britt," Santana replies with a warm smile and Quinn feels pileup gather in her throat.

"Seriously, guys? Get a room."

"Jealous?"

Quinn scoffs as she folds her arms across her chest but doesn't open her mouth to reply.

"What's the whole point of this?" she asks after a moment of silence.

"The point is that no one is going to mess with the head cheerleader and the bitch with a permanent attitude. And also, to torment the troll. Haven't you been following this conversation?"

"I really don't want to do this," Quinn sighs, tiredly.

And now Santana can smell blood. She's weakened the blonde and knows she has her. "It's not like I'm asking you to gay marry her, Q." Quinn makes a disgusted face at the very idea and Santana charges forward before Quinn can get on the defensive again.

"Besides," she says with a nonchalant shrug, "maybe now you two can have that passionate, erotic sex Berry was talking about."

Quinn's eyes become saucers as she walks back over to the two girls to explain. Y-you heard about that? It was just a dream!"

"Of course we've heard about it. Berry may have amnesia but she still knows how to run her mouth. That info is viral, Quinn. The whole school knows."

"It was just a dream, San."

"Doesn't matter. The whole school already thinks you two are together. You may as well have some fun because you're going to be linked to that troll for a while."

Santana and Brittany stare at Quinn eagerly as the blonde ponders her options.

Finally, she speaks. "Just…tell me what to do."

Brittany squeals in delight as Santana smirks in victory.

Santana saddles up beside the blonde and puts a hand on her shoulder. "All you have to do is date the dweeb, Quinn. Go out with her for a few months, take her on a couple dates, and as soon as she falls in love with you…dump her." Santana removes herself from the blonde so she can look at her dead on.

"A couple of months?" Quinn questions, indignantly. "Hello? She's in love with me now. I can date her for a week, dump her, and the effects will be the same."

"No, Quinn, they won't," Brittany chimes in, talking to the shorter blonde as if she was a child. "These things take time."

"Bite me, Britt." She replies.

"Hey, now you don't talk to-"

"You can bite me too, San. I sick of the both of you guys." She grabs her Cherrios bag and walks to the exit again.

"You can have Puck," Santana calls after her.

Quinn stops mid stride at the girl's words. Knowing this is a bad idea, she slowly spins on her heels to face the two girls. "Excuse me?"

"Date the dork for two months and I promise to leave Puck alone. You'll be free to pursue him however you want," the Latina says. "I won't even sext him anymore."

Quinn drops her bag and walks over to Santana until they're practically nose to nose. "You had better not be lying to me, Lopez," she hisses at the girl. "I date Berry and you leave Puck alone. You go back on your word and I will end you."

Santana doesn't move, save the corner of her lips upturning in a sly grin. "Shake on it?"

Quinn takes a step back as Santana extends her arm. She looks the girl in the eye as they shake hands and seal the deal.

"This is gonna be so much fun!" Brittany gushes behind them, killing the seriousness of the situation.

Quinn doesn't say another word as she picks up her bag and walks out of the locker room.


"Alright everybody," Mr. Shue says as he addresses the glee club. "We all may know Rachel, but she's suffering from amnesia so she may not remember all of us. Now, I think it would be nice if all of us could come up one by one and introduce ourselves. Rachel, would you come sit in the front of the room? If too much attention placed on you would make you uncomfortable then-"

"No, too much attention could never be uncomfortable," the brunette rushes the words out as she takes center stage and sits in the chair in the front of the room.

She takes in her surroundings. Four big meaty men are in the back, slouched in their seats. One of them had a name. What was it? Finn! Yes, Finn was one of them. Also in the back were two girls sitting beside Quinn. All three of them dressed in what looked to be a very important red uniform. Rachel stares at Quinn. She can't help the loving the smile that breaks out on her face when they blonde looks her way. Quinn grimaces at the girl and Rachel's smile falters as she averts her eyes.

Santana discretely elbows the blonde in the ribs once Rachel's eyes are elsewhere. "Do you want Puck or not?" she questions her.

"All I know is that you had better not back out of our agreement," the blonde harshly whispers in return.

"Well so far the only one backing out of our agreement is you. Get your ass in gear, Fabray."

Quinn rolls her eyes with a scowl on her face as she faces the front again.

Rachel eyes the four more people who were off towards the right corner. Rachel couldn't find a single physical trait that linked the four people together. One was black, two were white, and the other was Asian. One of the boys was very…off in Rachel's opinion. She tilted her head to the left as she inspected him. He tended to act like…like the small girls that the meaty boys lusted after. Except, none of the meaty boys in the room were paying him any attention. Rachel suspected it was because his chest didn't balloon forward like the other girl's did.

Those four people seemed like misfits and it reminded Rachel of that Sesame Street song she heard the other day. 'One of these things is not like the others. One of these things doesn't belong…'

"Alright, since no one seems to want to go first, allow me." Mr. Schue approaches Rachel and kneels in front of her. "Hi, Rachel. My name is William Schuester and I am the coach of glee club. I'm also the Spanish teacher."

"It's nice to meet you again Mr. Schue," Rachel says with a bright smile.

He gives her a reassuring smile as he stands to full height. "Uh, Puck? Why don't you come greet Rachel next?"

Puck wipes fingers that are sticky with who knows what down the leg of his jeans as he stands up and crosses the room to Rachel. "'Sup Berry. I'm Puck. You used to call me Noah all the time and as Finn once said, you used to be creepy…in a 'Swim Fan' kinda way."

Rachel's not sure what a 'Swim Fan' is but she does know creepy. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea Mr. Schue." She gets up from the chair and walks swiftly out of the door as Will calls after her.

"Well, at least she still knows how to storm off," Artie jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Brittany's eyes light up as she turns to Quinn. "This is your chance, Quinn!"

"What the hell are you talking about, B?"

"Your chance to consolidate Rachel."

"The word is console, Britt," Santana informs the tall blonde. She then turns to Quinn. "Although, if she plays her cards right, she may be able to 'consolidate' with Rachel as well."

Quinn feels pink dust her cheeks as she tells the Latina to piss off and leaves the room to follow Rachel.


She finds the brunette sobbing yet again in the girl's bathroom. Immediately Quinn feels out of place. She doesn't know how to console anyone. Let alone her 'enemy-turned-fake-girlfriend, yet-only-one-of-them-knows-that'.

"Quinn," Rachel says her name with a broken sob and wide, tear filled eyes and the blonde can already feel the first crack of her ice queen demeanor.

"Hey," Quinn says with her arms crossed defensively across her chest. "Um…here." She enters a stall to retrieve tissues for the brunette to wipe her face. Rachel gratefully receives them.

"No one likes me," she sniffles, blowing her nose. Quinn winces at the horrid sound. "That's not true," she lies, eyes darting to and fro as she tries to think of something. "You have Finn."

The shorter girl cries even harder and Quinn brings a hesitant hand up to pat her on the back. "There, there," she says in an awkward attempt at placating the girl.

"You don't like me?" Rachel asks the taller girl. She's almost afraid of what the answer will be. Quinn was her girlfriend, right? Surely that dream couldn't have been a lie. They're in love. They have to be. That's the only memory she has and it can't be a lie.

Red rimmed eyes peer up at Quinn with aching vulnerability. And she can't break the girl's heart now. She simply can't.

"Yeah…I like you," she sighs with tightly closed eyes.

And it's enough. Rachel glomps the other girl to the bathroom floor.

"Damn it, Berry! This floor is dirty so move your ass."

Rachel reluctantly lets go and takes a stand, Quinn following soon after.

"Sorry," she mumbles with her head hung.

And Quinn instantly feels like the worst person in the world. "I'm sor- I shouldn't have yelled at you." She can't fully bring herself to apologize. Quinn Fabray never apologizes.

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" Quinn asks distractedly as she checks her uniform for any nasty bathroom stains.

"That you like me? Do you really like me, Quinn?"

"Yes, Berry, I like you," she says tightly.

"Can you call me Rachel, please?"

Quinn looks at the girl before her. Her eyes were puffy and her nose was stained pink from all the crying. If Quinn had to admit it to herself then she would say that Rachel looked kind of…cute.

She unconsciously takes a step up to the shorter girl and brushes her fingertips across her cheek, catching a fallen tear. "I like you, Rachel."

Rachel smiles at the affectionate gesture and instantly knows everything's ok. Her Quinn loves her very much.

Quinn however, has a different reaction. Her eyes go wide in horror at what she just did, at how right those words felt to say. She takes a step back to the sink and bends over it, taking shallow breaths and willing her heart to slow down.

Rachel is silent for a moment, processing what just happened. "S-so, does this make us girlfriends?"

Quinn's eyes close at the proposition. Should she do this? Is Puck really worth it? "Yes, Rachel. We're…girlfriends."

Quinn turns around and there's a smile on Rachel's face that lights up the whole room. She can't help but return the smile with one of her own.

Rachel approaches Quinn with enthusiasm and hunger in her eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

"Hell n- I mean, uh, we haven't gotten that far yet," Quinn says, not really up for lip action at the moment. Or ever with Rachel.

Rachel stares at her with a quizzical expression. "What do you mean?"

Quinn tries her best to think on her feet. "Before your accident we had only been dating for about two weeks. And I don't know about you Be-Rachel, but I don't put out so easily." She finishes with a wink and revels in the blush that flames the shorter girl's cheeks. She then wonders what the hell she's doing. She scolds herself for flirting unnecessarily and wonders whether she's pretending or not.

"Would it be alright if I hugged you?" Quinn mentally curses the hopeful look on Rachel's face and her ever present no matter what persistency.

"Sure," she says noncommittally and Rachel becomes mobile.

She walks over to the girl and stands directly in front of her. Taking full advantage, Rachel brings her hands up to Quinn's hips. She gives them a light squeeze before trailing her hands up Quinn's sides, her eyes tracking the movements of her hands. Her fingers brush the sides of the blonde's breasts and Rachel catches the barely audible gasp that's released.

"Stop groping me Berry and get your damn hug," Quinn says, voice lower than it was moments before.

Rachel chooses not to respond as she wraps her arms around Quinn's neck and presses her body into the taller girl's.

Quinn's body freezes as the warmth of Rachel's body surrounds her. She tries to resist the heady feeling.

"Can you…return the hug?"

Shaky arms encircle the brunette's slim waist and Rachel's body melts into hers. Quinn decides not to think about the consequences and what this moment means and just buries her face in dark brown tresses. She inhales deeply and sighs at the smell of strawberries.

Rachel leans even further into Quinn at the girl's acceptance and breathes a contented sigh. But it's not enough. She discretely removes her hands from around the blonde's neck and lightly trails them down her back, delighting in the shiver her touch invokes. But she wants more. So she moves her hands lower…

Quinn's so wrapped up in Rachel's scent that when she feels two small, excited hands squeeze her ass under her Cherrios skirt she leaps two feet into the air.

"What the hell, Berry?"

"Quinn, if we are going to be girlfriends we are going to have to function on a certain level of intimacy," Rachel says once Quinn's released her hold on her, obviously not wanted to hug anymore. "I would much prefer if you called me Rachel."

Quinn rolls her eyes at the sight of the singer returning to her old self. "Anything else, Rachel?"

"Nope," she smiles at the other girl. "Nothing more."

"Great," Quinn grumbles. She watches the other girl ogle her and decides it's time to leave. "Let's get back to class."

They leave the bathroom and walk side by side down the hallway. At some point Rachel's hand snakes out and grabs a hold of Quinn's, intertwining their fingers. "I love you, Quinn."

"I- Do I have to say it back?"

"No, not yet. I remember you well. I remember that your very religious and self righteous upbringing hinders your ability to express love openly and freely. You are emotionally unavailable and I understand that. I will work hard and with great persistence to hear those three words from you someday, Quinn."

"Fantastic," Quinn remarks with sarcasm. She ignores the warmth in her heart at Rachel's words and continues walking. She was going to get through this. She had a job to do. Besides, her reward was Puck. And Puck was better than Rachel, right? Right? Hopefully.