Deleted Scene 002: Lost the Battle

The trepidation Quinn had felt when Santana left only increased as the hours ticked by, though she hated the Latina with a passion, her presence always made her act her most professional, right now she was a heartbeat away from being anything but. She had wondered for a while if what she felt was just the result of her latest sex drought but the thought of having Rachel leave, left her feeling a longing that she knew she wouldn't have for a single other officer on the force.

Rachel was in shambles and it really did hurt Quinn to see her this way, the brunette was one of the only people who had ever treated her with anything like respect. When Santana had taken to making offhand suggestive comments about Rachel having an attraction to her, she had found that entertaining the idea wasn't entirely unpleasant. Though the small officer could be quite abrasive socially, there was something admirable about the way she always did her best no matter how hopeless the outcome appeared, her desire to be Santana's friend evidence of that.

She had been thinking of the other woman increasingly in recent weeks and would be lying to herself to pretend she wasn't interested. Though the idea of starting another relationship with a woman, knowing how badly the last one ended, made her a little nervous. Before she even got there, the idea of being rejected made her more uneasy. In the middle of it all she was fighting a losing inner battle, she knew how much professionalism meant to Rachel, yet even as she knelt at her feet and said all the right things to calm her nerves and sooth her hurting soul, she couldn't stop thinking about how badly she wanted to kiss the lips that were inches away.

"I get you want me to stay, but there is no reason to pretend I'm anything special," she said suddenly interrupting Quinn's inner battle.

"Why are you so quick to put yourself down? You are special."

"No I'm not, obviously, or this wouldn't have happened," she sobbed, fresh tears falling down her face.

Quinn's hands moved of their own accord and cupped her face wiping the tears away gently, "Rachel," she said, her voice making the brunette cease her crying and look into the hazel eyes that were watching her intently. Rachel had never heard her name spoken that way and something about it made her breath catch in her throat.

An infinite amount of time seemed to pass with them locked together intimately close, when Quinn finally broke the stalemate by speaking, "Trust me, you're special," she said and before she could stop herself she was kissing the small woman before her.

Rachel tensed at first and then melted into her hands, her mouth fumbling to return the favor. Her own tongue fumbled with Quinn's trying to remember how it all went. It was so different from kissing Jesse that she wasn't sure what she should do, but as one of Quinn's hands landed firmly on her waist she got it all back. Suddenly it went from soft and tentative to hungry and urgent, Rachel felt herself responding to this in a way she had thought, up until this moment, she only could have with men.

The sudden shock that pulsed through her from her very hot core, snapped her out of whatever haze had held her and she pulled away suddenly. Quinn was looking at her, her beautiful face flushed and questioning.

"I..." Rachel didn't finish the thought, instead she got up and ran out of the door, and in several quick strides, out of the precinct as fast as she could.

Quinn watched her go with a sardonic smile, "Way to go Fabray. Real smooth," she muttered to herself.