In my haste to get this fic rolling and reposted I forgot to mention that this is the fic once titled Anything for Glee. It's saved on my computer as Anything for Glee Club hence the small name change.

For old readers there will be changes to the chapters from the old story right off the bat. Nothing too major now, just things that I feel sound better and flow better than the old, the bigger changes will come either the next chapter or next 2-3.

For new readers, I hope you truly enjoy the fic!

I entered Glee club quite wary after my encounter with Quinn. The memory still had me a little shaken.

I had really agreed to a date with Quinn Fabray. What was I thinking? I just… is it even… why did she even want this?

"Hey," Finn's voice rang out to me as if he knew. As if he somehow saw everything. Oh God, why do I feel like I've cheated? It wasn't as if I had had any intimate touches, Quinn hadn't kissed me on the lips and there would be absolutely no touching during this so called date. In fact, I was certain to give Quinn a list of rules pre-date that must be abided by in order to proceed with our deal. Yes. That's precisely what I need to do.

Already my mind began to make a mental list, fighting with myself on if anyone should know or if anyone even needed to know. Truthfully I didn't feel they did. This was a deal between Quinn and I alone. I was taking one for the team, they all can continue to view me as selfish all they wanted. No one, especially not Finn, needed to know anything. We needed Quinn, we needed Quinn because we were lacking people, lacking morale. So this little date will be done, and she'll join glee again and everything will go back to normal.

No one needed to know.

"Hey there," I say happily, reaching up to meet him for a kiss. It felt wrong. Dirty. I wasn't cheating and somehow I still was mentally. Thinking back to Quinn and the electricity that was there and somehow not ever around with my own boyfriend…it was cheating, and simply unfair.

I'd just have to create it somehow. I'd have to study Quinn's body language, get a better understanding to that flaming gaze of hers. And the way she exudes confidence in a single look all the time. I'd study her on our date.

"Where have you been? You were almost late to Glee." Finn says, placing his arm over my shoulders. I can't help but curl into him, there's always been this sense of security in his arms. Like no matter what was happening outside of them it didn't matter, because he was right there, holding me, protecting me. Nothing could happen to me while I was in these arms.

"Just talking to Quinn, I think I may have actually gotten to her." White lie.

"Really? How'd you manage that?" Heat rushes to my face instantly. Why did I say that? Why did I just say that?!

"Uh, I don't know, just a feeling. I think she really misses it." In typical Finn fashion, he leaves it at that, kissing my cheek as Mr. Schue walks in, late, like usual. He really wasn't a great teacher, coming in late so much, he was hardly prepared, and really he didn't listen to his students. I could do so much better. In fact, I was sure that I could lead this entire club to nationals and win it if I were running things.

First of all kicking Santana off when we were already down in numbers was the worst idea Mr. Schue has ever had, clearly he wasn't thinking clearly. And not even trying to get Quinn back was his second worst. She was our prominent alto! She practically was the alto section. And now we didn't even have Lauren or Sam.

Even I have to admit that things weren't looking very good. But this was the whole point of my date. To get numbers, to get morale. To get Quinn.

Finn walked me to my next class after Glee, holding my books like a true gentleman. I was struggling to keep up with his conversation though, not that he seemed bothered by it, but there was one thing that had caught my attention. He asked to come over for dinner tonight. I couldn't be around him, I was a nervous wreck already, I had nearly slipped up three times while talking about Quinn today. No one could know about this date. Not that I was ashamed, Quinn was a very pretty girl but I had a boyfriend. Boy being the keyword. I couldn't let people know I was going on a date with someone, let alone a girl.

This was too much.

I was a complete wreck and the date hadn't even started, I didn't even know when it was going to happen!

Maybe this was her plan, maybe freaking me out, and making me nervous, and just destroying me with anticipation was her entire plan. She didn't really want to go on a date; she just wanted to mess with me.

But I couldn't deny that kiss, and those eyes. There was something behind them; it was so clear when it was happening but now I was questioning the whole thing.

Maybe it didn't happen. Maybe I had passed out; maybe I had a brain tumor that was just making me hallucinate things. That made more sense than Quinn actually wanting to go on a date with me.

I was Rachel Berry! Why on earth would she want to go on a date with me? Sure I had plenty of talent, I was clearly going to be a star, but she didn't strike me as the gold digger type. So what was it? There had to be a reason. Someone as pretty as Quinn didn't date someone like me.

This was killing me, I needed this to be over with, I couldn't just sit here and think about this. I needed a better distraction than this class, anything to stop my brain from thinking about this date.

No I couldn't call it a date. I couldn't call it a date because there was no way it could be a date. Not with Quinn. It was an impossible thought to wrap my head around, an actual date with Quinn Fabray.

It's only now that my brain really kicks in and starts to question when Quinn began to question her sexuality. But that seemed trivial. Sexuality was fluid, that was a fact for me, I didn't need that to be explained. I needed the choosing of me, Rachel Berry, to be explained.

By the end of the day my head was pounding, spending too much time trying to think about this future encounter (I was still refusing to call it a date) with Quinn than I should have. What would she do? What did she have planned? Oh god. What if she made me plan it? I swallowed hard at the thought. She wouldn't be that cruel would she? I couldn't plan a date with her!

Shakily I place the last of my books in my bag and close my locker, jumping at the figure that was standing behind it.

There stood my tormentor, chewing her gum obnoxiously, smile as wide as ever. I gulped hard, making an actual sound this time. "Hey there, cutie" She says, giggling lightly as my eyes nearly pop out of my head all while looking around to see if anyone heard. I can't read her; she has those pink round sunglasses covering those Hazel eyes I had gotten lost in earlier this day. I can't think about those eyes, I can't think about what happened. I just needed to get out of here.

I need all of this to be over with. "Don't call me that." I say, walking around her desperate to escape her. If she didn't get a chance to tell me when this da-future encounter would be I wouldn't have to go. I could pretend I'd forgotten about the whole thing. I could blame her for not trying hard enough to tell me.

But she's hot on my trail, following me all the way out into the parking lot. She doesn't stop until we reach my car, and here she leans against it as I put my belongings in the back seat.

She's back to chewing her gum, thousand watt smile plastered on her face. I couldn't tell, but I was pretty sure she was watching my every movement, like a predator watches its prey. I'd never experienced my heart beating this quickly. It was practically pounding outside my chest, ready to escape the ribbed prison it was being held in.

I turn around, ready to get in my car and pull away, putting a very nice distance between Quinn and I but she's there, leaning against my entrance to the driver's side door. I look at her sunglasses, hoping my face shows more annoyance than I actually feel. "I'd like to enter my car now." I say crossing my arms defiantly. She chuckles once and takes one step to the side, giving me just enough room to squeeze past her into my door.

She holds it open, stopping me from closing it and lifts her sunglasses, allowing me to look at the hazel pools before saying, "I'll pick you up tomorrow, around six. Okay?"

The blush that crept up on my face was inevitable. But I played along, still desperate for her to join Glee. "What about attire? Will it need to be fancy? Or casual?" I ask looking away from her for the first time. The heat in my cheeks rose and in my peripheral vision I could see her smile grow.

"Casual, something you won't mind getting a little dirty in."

What?

I whip my head to her, eyes bugging for the fourth time that day. What did that mean?

Her only answer was a thousand watt smile, and then she was walking away, leaving me and my thudding chest.

I couldn't do this. I can't. I simply just cannot do this. It was crazy. She was crazy! God what was I thinking. I shouldn't have agreed. This was stupid. So very stupid. I was stupid. Oh god kill me now.

I was going on a date with Quinn Fabray.