Making a Move

Quinn's POV

Okay so maybe last week's incident wasn't the best start I could have had with Rachel, but at least it was a step in the right direction. I was nice in slightly creepy way, but I was still nice, which means she may reconsider her previous views of me.

Taking my shirt off was a dumb move I'll admit to that, but in my defence I was a little distracted. I mean her shirt and bra were see through for lord's sake.

I was a little upset when she returned my cardigan, she'd had it dry cleaned, so all of my creepy hopes of having it smell like Rachel were dashed. I'm behaving no better than Jew Fro.

Ugh how could I have been so stupid, who am I to call others freaks when I go and do weird crap like that. Not to mention I've just given Rachel Berry enough ammunition to totally annihilate what little is left of my reputation.

No Rachel wouldn't do that, she'll probably just want to have an in depth discussion about it. And that just isn't going to happen, I've recognised my stupidity, I don't need to talk about it; unless she wants to talk about giving me a chance at being her friend. Then again I never actually made much effort in starting a friendship with her.

"Q!" Santana's angry voice echoed down the empty hall making me jump. How close is she? I'm not as fit as I once was, so I have no chance of actually out running her if she's already onto me. Looking around me, I can see classes already in session, so I can't just dive into a class. Toilets!

I take off in a fast waddle so not to get any unwanted attention; it was something I had mastered during my pregnancy. The first toilets I come to are the guys, and I don't care how desperate a girl is to escape a crazed cheerleader, there is absolutely no excuse for entering an infected guy's restroom.

Moving swiftly, I was going a little faster than my waddle now. As I rounded the corner I looked behind me, just in time to see a sneakered foot appear from the opposite corner way down the hall way that I had just booked it down.

All of a sudden the air that I was already fighting for was no longer in my lungs. Although this floor isn't nearly as hard as it looks, quite comfy actually, like a bed of pillows hmmm.

"Quinn though I do recognise that you are obviously in a rush, I must say that I find this slightly inappropriate." Now that voice I know, but I'm hoping it's not who I think/know it is. This is just a whole new level of sexual harassment; I have the poor girl pinned to the floor.

I'm speechless and blushing as I lift myself slightly off of Rachel so that I'm not totally squashing the starlet. Studying her face, she looks completely at ease if only a little startled, though that isn't surprising.

"I was...um just..." My pitiful attempt of making an excuse was cut short by an even louder shout from Santana. That girl can't half roar when she's annoyed. My eyes bug out as I start to panic again, my Rachel situation forgotten as I slip into the fight or flight mode.

"She sounds awfully upset Quinn, what have you done? Actually I don't want to know, just don't drag me down with you." Rachel squirmed as she tried to escape from Santana's impending wrath, just the same as I was.

"You have to help me. I'll do anything, just hide me." I whispered quickly. I was full out panicking now, I can't even think clearly. It's like I can hear my heart beat in my head, the thumping is just deafening. I don't even know what I've done that would make Santana hunt me down.

"No. No Quinn, she'd slaughter me in an instant, I'm not exactly high on the school's food chain. Not to mention Santana enjoys my pain and torment." Rachel continued to babble, but I was to busying focusing on foot falls that were now reaching my ears, it was even louder than the heart in my head. It had to be Santana.

Before I even know what I'm doing my lips are attached to Rachel's and I'm rolling us over so that she's cover me; well shielding me from Santana. She squeaks into my mouth her surprise evident. If I survive this, I'll be lucky if I'm not arrested, I'm sure there are laws against this sort of thing.

Rachel continues to struggle against me a little more, till Santana's foot falls sound as if they are just around the corner. Then she is finally reciprocating, her soft lips melt into mine. I'm positive that if I wasn't so worried about my possible death, I would be going crazy. I've been dreaming of this for months.

The screeching of sneakers on polished floors alerted us to Santana's quick stop only meters away from where we were laying...lips locked. I heard a familiar growl of annoyance coming from my left, just before Rachel's tongue flicked out against my lips. Of course I became a ball of mush and open up to her.

There was a scoff of disgust and a mutter about 'horny band geeks' and then the sound of retreating footsteps. We were in the clear, well I was, Santana wouldn't have bothered with Rachel. Except for maybe an insult thrown her way, but that would be about it. A new cheerleader gets most of San's aggression these days.

Our lips smacked as they parted.

"Yes, well..." Rachel started before I interrupted with quick thanks and rolled us over, and then bolted away from the confused star. "Don't you dare run away from me again Quinn Fabray." Rachel screamed. Is she trying to alert Santana to my whereabouts? And why on earth I stopped I'll never know. Well it might have been that slight feeling of domination that flushed through me... who knows.

Slowly I turned around swallowing soundly even though my throat was drier than Ms Sylvester's girly place. Rachel stood to her full 5' 2" stature, hands on her hips, and that look of pure determination.

"Come here." Rachel ordered, pointing at her feet, showing me exactly where she wanted me to come to. And strangely enough I followed an order given by this new hotter Rachel Berry. Never thought I'd see this day.

I walked quickly back towards where Rachel was stood, I looked at nothing close to Rachel's body. I knew the moment I started eyeing her I wouldn't pay attention to what she was saying and that no doubt would be putting me in more trouble than I apparently already seem to be in.

"Don't you think you should be saying something to me?" Rachel asked bluntly. Where was the lecture...the paragraphs of unnecessary talk? I'm sure this is the perfect opportunity for Rachel to deliver a number of lengthy words in a single rant.

"I'm sorry?" I replied nervously. I started to ring my hands together when Rachel started to shake her head, a sign that was clearly saying I was following along the wrong lines.

"Thank..." I tried again. Rachel shook her head again. Well I'm stumped.

"Since you don't seem to be able to pull the correct information from your own actions, I'll put it simply. You, Quinn Fabray shall pick me Rachel Berry up from my home at 8 o'clock Friday evening. From there you shall take me to a sufficient restaurant that caters to my vegan lifestyle and then you shall take me home and ask to give me a kiss goodnight, to which I'll give an appropriate answer depending on how I feel the outing went." Rachel took a subtly breath, while I nodded along dumbly.

I continued to nod dumbly as I watched Rachel's butt sway when she walked away, leaving me in the empty hall.

What on God's green earth just happened?