The words had been long and harsh. All between Santana and Quinn. They had still been in the Spanish classroom, the next lesson had been and gone as Santana stood at the doorway, hands on hips and a scowl on her face that could make even Puckerman quake in his boots.

Ryan still stood shirtless, his pants only just been pulled up from the deck and his belt buckle fastened again. Quinn had adjusted herself accordingly, aside from her panties which she couldn't find for the life of her.

"Q…don't be fucking serious. You fucked Berry?"

Quinn rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, "S you're jumping to all the wrong conclusions,"

Ryan's brow furrowed as he glanced from Santana to stare at Quinn.

"Then do enlighten me, Fabray."

Quinn didn't even bat an eyelid as she began to lie through her teeth, "Berry tried it on with me. I told him I wasn't interested, so he ended up going all 'Puck' on me and throwing off his nasty sweater to show me what he could offer me."

Santana barked out a laugh, "You fuckin' stripped for her, Berry? You complete loser."

Ryan looked wounded and opened his mouth to respond. Quinn panicked; would Santana believe him or her if he was to deny it and tell the truth? She couldn't fight back the widening of her eyes when Ryan finally responded.

"I thought it would work, I guess I was wrong - I'm not good enough for her."

Santana looked pleased, "Damn straight, Berry. What made you think you could possibly pull a Cheerio? The head Cheerio at that? Give me a break." She turned to leave and before disappearing back into the hallway she threw over her shoulder, "Q, come the hell on."

Quinn didn't even look at Ryan as she left.


Suffice to say, the two one time lovers avoided each other like the plague. Ryan buried himself with both work for school and Glee, he'd even changed his route to classes so he didn't pass by Quinn's locker anymore. Not that Quinn was looking out for the male Streisand in the making.

Santana had yet to let up on the teasing - usually it was just light teasing but sometimes it was just cruel. Her 'best friend' had decided (all on her own) that she would make Ryan's life a living hell after the classroom episode. Quinn didn't find out about it until the Hockey team, as well as half the football team, headed by Karofsky, carried Ryan over their head's, down the hall and into the boy's toilet.

The team emerged minutes later, all smug, Karofsky looked like he'd been awarded a medal as his team mates clapped him on the shoulder. Quinn stayed by her locker, grasping at the metal of the door as she waited for Ryan to emerge. By the time the class bell rang, he still hadn't come out from the bathroom, and the head Cheerio began to get a little antsy.

"Britt!" Brittany was down the hall, heading toward Quinn, minus Santana for once, "Where's Santana?"

Brittany just shrugged, "I don't know…she said something about Coach Sylvester and went off without me," She pouted.

"Did she say what she was going to see Sylvester about?"

The Cheerio shrugged her shoulders and looked down at the phone she had clutched in her hand, "I gotta go, S wants to eat me out before lunch. Bye!"

Quinn just stared into space, and finally when the words processed, she shuddered.

Still, Ryan had yet to emerge from the bathroom.

It wasn't as if she'd ever thought about going into the male toilets at McKinley; she'd heard a few stories - mostly about how the guys tended to miss the urinals and make a game out of who could pee the furthest up the wall.

She held her nose as she kicked open the door, cringing as the stench that smelt distinctly of sweaty boy that hit her full on in the face.

"Sweet Je-," She paused and pinched her nose harder, angling herself past the door with her backside.

The bathroom was eerily quiet - Ryan was no where to be seen.

She began kicking open stall doors with the heel of her sneakers, and it wasn't until she kicked open the last stall door she stepped back and sighed, "Berry."

Ryan's head was lowered, his arms wrapped around his stomach, almost protectively so. He had yet to acknowledge the Cheerio.

"B-Berry," She coughed to fight back the stutter, "Look at me."

Her jaw slackened when Ryan finally raised his head to look at her. His usually pristine complexion was marred by a deep red and purple bruise that circled his right eye and spread down to his cheek. His eyes were watering, red and puffy - he'd been crying, and he still held his arms tightly around his stomach.

"Ryan…" She whispered before walking into the stall, crouching down in front of him, "What happened?"

"Karofsky and the Hockey team happened,"

"What did they do?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He snapped, his eyes blazing with anger, "Ever since you lied about what we did, Santana has made it her life mission to make my life miserable. The slushies I could handle, the keying of my car I could handle, the verbal torment day in day out I could handle, but getting beaten up for something I didn't do, I can't handle."

"Ryan,"

"No!" He shot up from the toilet and cringed, slumping against the stall wall for support as he tightened his arms around his stomach, "Don't even come near me, Quinn. I don't need your help." He pushed past her.

"Ryan the only reason why I lied was-,"

"Was that your ashamed of me," He turned around to face her, "I get it, Quinn, I get it. But am I really that horrible to be around? Do I make you that sick that you have to lie to your friend about what we did? What have I done to make you think so little of me…?"

Quinn's mouth opened and shut, before she shook her head.

"Exactly, you don't know. You know Quinn, you and I are more alike than you make think - we depend on other people, luckily for you, you have people to depend on, I don't. Everyone hates me because I'm the 'queer' from Glee Club, the one that 'stripped' for Quinn Fabray because I'm so enamoured with head Cheerleader. I'm the one that believes I'm going to get out of Lima and I'm picked on for it; because I have dreams." He paused, "You have dreams to get out of Lima, don't you, Quinn? Why don't you get picked on?"

She said nothing, her head lowered, she couldn't look him in the eye anymore. His eyes sprung with tears which he valiantly fought back, and the bruise looked like it was spreading across to his ear.

"You don't get bullied because you're Quinn Fabray, Head Cheerio, good Christian. I'm Ryan Berry, the son of two gay dads, the Captain of the Glee Club, a Jew. But really when you think about it, what's so wrong with what I am?"

"Nothing…"

"Then why was I carried in here and beaten up by both the hockey and football team, Quinn?" She didn't reply, "Do you have an answer?"

"Santana did it…not me…"

"And that condones it?"

"If I knew anything about it-,"

"You would have said to her that we did in fact have sex; that it was a two way thing?" Quinn's silence answered his question, "Don't worry, Quinn. I'll be sure to keep out of your way."

Before she could even open her mouth to call for him, he'd already left the bathroom - his 'diva' styled storm-out nonexistent; he walked out limping, arms wrapped around his stomach, head lowered. Defeated.


She hadn't seen him in a week and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't worried for him. She'd managed to get his number from a member of the Glee Club, Artie something or other, under the guise that they had a Spanish exam to study for.

The phone calls had gone unanswered, and so had the texts. She'd exhausted every method of getting in contact with Ryan without having to actually see him. Of course, she knew where he lived. Both the Cheerio's and the football team had kept it on the radar as a prime egging location. The two fags and their faggy son.

Quinn scoffed to herself, how wrong could they be? There was definitely nothing faggy about Ryan Berry. Sure, he had a diva attitude when it came to the way he was treated, or how he wanted things, but in a way wasn't everyone like that? Everyone demanded respect, even Quinn herself, but because Ryan had two gay father's that meant he was gay?

Something was wrong in the world - people were becoming too narrow minded. And for once, Quinn wasn't ashamed to admit she was one of those people. She'd shunned Ryan even before she'd held a decent conversation with him that didn't consist of:

"Hey, Dwarf!"

"Quinn."

"Gay-Berry!"

"…Quinn."

"Berry, why don't you just stop with the MySpace videos? They're pathetic."

"I value your opinion, Quinn."

She was ashamed that she'd drifted into the ritual of 'rip another one out of Berry' without even having anything against the guy. But she was the Head Cheerio, the HBIC, she had to set an example.

And my God had she set an example - a horrible one.


"Can I help you?" She couldn't even remember getting here, or getting out of her car, of even knocking on the front door. But now she stood in front of one of Ryan Berry's father's and her hands shook against her Cheerio skirt (she'd skipped Cheerio practice, she knew she'd have to run double suicides for crossing Sylvester like that, but she could hardly care.)

"Uhm, Mr. Berry?"

"That's right," The black man nodded, "Leroy Berry. What can I do for you, young lady?" Leroy's eyes scanned slowly up and down Quinn's uniform and she knew immediately she should have changed before coming over. Ryan's dad suddenly became shut off, his back straightened and the gap between the door and the frame become suddenly quite narrow compared to before.

"I'm Quinn Fabray - I go to school with your son, Ryan?"

"Fabray," He seemed to taste the last name, "How is your father?"

The question pushed Quinn straight off the track and into a ditch, "He's… well, thank you." The awkwardness between to two seemed to heighten to a level that Quinn hadn't even known to exist, "Is…your son home?"

"He is," It was a clipped, fast response.

"May I see him?" All the years of being taught (trained) by her father to sound professional and courteous in public came screaming into her mind. No slang, just clear cut and courteous words.

"I don't think he want's any visitors,"

"Honey, who is it?"

Leroy looked over his shoulder briefly before returning his gaze to Quinn, "Quinn Fabray."

There was a flurry of movement from behind Ryan's dad and suddenly a smaller white man appeared, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, "You have some nerve."

She opened her mouth to respond but she only managed to scoff out a breath.

"My son came home bruised and battered thanks to your torment. You know, he said he got the bruise on his face during gym, just an accident, but when I went to hug him and he cringed, I knew different."

"I can explain…"

"No need to explain, young lady." He pulled Leroy's hand away from the door knob and replaced it with his own, "You can leave now."

She didn't stick around.


"What are you playing at?"

Quinn sighed and slammed her locker door shut, Santana's face appearing from behind it, "What are you talking about?"

"You missed Cheerio's practice yesterday,"

"I wasn't feeling well, I just wanted to take it easy and rest."

"At Berry's house?"

Quinn's brow furrowed, "Excuse me?"

"I followed you, Q. I knew something was up and my hunch paid off."

"I just went to see how he was, the Hockey team pulled a fast one on him."

"But Fag and Fagayer wouldn't let you in," Santana mock pouted, "Poor Fabray, do you miss Berry?"

"Shut the hell up S," She sneered, "I don't see why you're all up in Ryan's business-,"

"Oh it's Ryan is it?"

"when I know for a fact you're gay for B."

Santana's eyebrow slowly crept up her forehead, "Gimme a break, Fabray. We're not dating. Sex isn't dating."

"But sex proves you're gay."

"You fuckin' kidding me, Q? We're friends, and I don't know if you noticed, but I like getting drilled by men from time to time."

"Whatever," Quinn's eyes rolled as she adjusted the bag on her shoulder, "Was that all?"

"I got my eye on you, Q. Don't think I don't know what might have happened between you and Berry in that classroom, 'cos if my hunch is right, I think you'll be handing that Captaincy over to me sometime soon."

"You wouldn't."

Santana smirked, "Wouldn't I? Dog eat dog world, Q," She turned on her heel and walked down the hall, "Deal with it."

She went to Cheerio's practice and did an extra two hours after that for the rest of the week. She didn't think about Ryan.


It'd been two weeks since the incident and it was the start of a new week. Quinn was at her locker, picking out the books she needed for her new class when she heard the familiar taunts from the football team up the hall.

"Alright, gay-boy?"

She thought she felt her heart stop when Ryan finally emerged from the crowd, luckily minus the football team.

"Ryan,"

"Quinn," He sounded almost normal as he came to a stop in front of her. The bruise had lessened in intensity, and only a small red patch covered the bottom of his eye, he still seemed to wince though, when he moved his torso.

"About what happened,"

"I don't want to talk about it Quinn, over the past few weeks I've erased the memory completely from my mind." He adjusted the shoulder strap of his bag, "It seems you wanted it that way, so I thought I might as well too."

"No, Ryan," She glanced over her shoulder, expecting Santana and the rest of the Cheerio's to come rounding round the corner any second, "Come with me." She grabbed his wrist and pulled him down the hall and into the choir room, Ryan's choir room.

He sighed when she shut the door behind them both and walked over to the piano to take a seat, "So once again you can only speak to me when you're not surrounded by anyone. Naturally."

"No, I'd just rather speak in private. Santana's on the war path and I'd rather avoid her, regardless if I was with you or not."

Ryan lowered his eyes to the piano keys and gently fingered each key with the tip of his finger, "So what do you want to talk about then?"

"About us having…you know."

Ryan chuckled humourlessly to himself, "You can't even say it, can you?"

Quinn sighed and moved to sit beside him, watching as his fingers gently played out a tune, "Sex. I want to talk about when we had sex."

His eyebrow flicked up but he didn't stop playing, "I'd rather talk about why you lied to Santana about what we did."

"Honestly?"

He just nodded.

"I don't know why I lied, it came out before I even had chance to stop it."

"You wanted to protect your reputation,"

"No, that's not-,"

"But that's what you were doing," He stopped playing and moved slightly on the piano bench to look at her, "You did it without even thinking because you're used to protecting it. Your reputation is all you have at this school; it's the one thing that'll get you out of here so you do anything to protect it. You're so used to doing it, sometimes you're not even aware you're doing it. That's what happened in the classroom that day with Santana, am I right?"

Quinn sat gaping at him - she was shocked, startled even, that Ryan Berry would know more about her than perhaps herself. He always had a knack of surprising her, and it seemed that the surprises weren't stopping. He'd read her so eloquently, so easily, that it scared her a bit.

"Am I right, Quinn?" Was it just her or had he leaned closer?

"You're right," She whispered, glancing down at his lips quickly before returning to his chocolate brown eyes, "I don't know how, but you're right."

"Because I know you, Quinn." He smiled gently, "I know that behind the whole Cheerleader façade, you're a genuine and beautiful human being. When that person wants to come out for the world to see, come find me." He kissed her cheek so tenderly she thought she could cry, and when he left the room, she did.


She fought with herself for days on end - Ryan's words echoing in her mind, never letting up, never letting her rest. How could she be two people? Surely, the person she was at school was the same person she was out of school. She was Quinn Fabray, Head Cheerleader.

Or maybe she was really just Quinn, the girl that was innocent before she was corrupted by the hierarchy that is High School. The only way to survive was to be popular, to be one of the kids that everyone looked up at - not to be at the bottom of the food chain or a geek.

But maybe she could win both ways - still be the popular girl with the…geeky boyfriend? What, boyfriend?

She squeezed her eyes shut from where she laid on her bed and sighed; did she honestly want Ryan Berry to be her boyfriend? Ryan freaking Berry.

Her phone lay useless by her side; she still had his phone number. She'd tried to ring him countless of times already, and it was already going on midnight - he'd most probably be in bed, asleep.

But she still dialled, and waited impatiently while it rang.

"Hello?" His tired voice came on the other side.

"Ryan, it's Quinn."

She heard him yawn and for some reason it sounded incredibly adorable, "Quinn? It's 11:47, why aren't you asleep?"

"Always precise aren't you, Berry?"

He paused, "Is there something wrong with that?" He asked jokingly.

"Just proves what a geek you are," She meant it as a joke, but by the way Ryan remained silent on the other end of the line, she knew she'd said the wrong thing.

"What did you want, Quinn?"

"I uhm…was wondering if we could talk?"

"About…?"

"What you said in the choir room."

"It took you long enough."

"Only four days, Berry."

He chuckled, "To be honest, I'm glad you figured it out."

"That's the thing - I haven't." She paused, biting her bottom lip, "I think I need your help to figure it all out."

"You're scared about letting go," He said it like he was so sure, like he already knew she was going to say it.

She rested back on the pillow and sighed, "Yes."

"I can help you with that - letting go, I mean."

Suddenly she felt like she'd entered the twilight zone, "Would you?"

"Of course." He paused, as if he was contemplating something, "Do you need help right now?"

"Wow," She whispered breathlessly, "This conversation took a classy turn,"

"It was the innuendo; I couldn't resist." He chuckled before lowering his voice, "Do you though? Need help, right now?"

She'd tried not to pay attention to the hot wet feeling between her thighs, but as his voice lowered, it became hard to resist, "…Maybe."

"Yes or no?" He asked, no, demanded.

Her hand slowly made it's way down her body, pushing up the tight tank top so she could tease her abs with the tips of her fingers, "Yes." Ever so slightly she moved her hand down, pushing it down into her shorts to tease wet folds.

"What are you doing?" He sounded breathless.

She felt her cheeks burn; she'd never done anything like this before. But she couldn't help but continue - it was addicting; a deep aching want and need. "I'm touching myself."

"Where?"

She fingered her clit and bit back a moan when her hips jolted, "M-my clit."

"No," Her hand froze, had she done something wrong? "Not there, not yet."

"Then where…?" Her finger itched to lower, to push inside her like he had all those weeks ago, and when there was no reply she almost did, until finally, his voice filtered back through and caressed her.

"Touch your breasts, tease yourself."

"Okay…" She didn't feel embarrassed by how fast her hand pulled out of her shorts and shot up her tank top to tease an already puckering nipple. "Oh God," She fought back a loud moan; her mom and dad were only in the room up the hall.

"Feel good, Quinn?" He was groaning, and she felt her cheeks flush when she imagined what he was doing to himself.

"Yes, Ryan, yes…" She tweaked her nipple harshly between her fingertips, twisting and pulling. Her body felt as if it was on fire, the heat between her legs becoming too much to bare. "Please…"

"Please what?"

"Can I touch myself?" She whispered into the phone, her hand shaking as she held the phone to her ear.

"No,"

She almost bristled, the urge to come become too much to bare. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve on her body felt as if it was working over time. She felt every touch, every movement and it did nothing to soothe to ache between her slowly parting thighs.

"I want you to listen to me, and do everything I say."

She nodded, then realized he couldn't see her, "Okay." Inside, she was relieved. She'd never really masturbated before, and by the sounds of it, Ryan had his own ideas about how to make her come.

"How close are you to coming?"

Embarrassed, she refused to reply. Hell, she could just touch her clit and she'd come.

"Tell me, Quinn," His voice turned sultry, and she swore she heard him moan, "Tell me how close you are."

"So close, Ryan." She whined, pinching her nipple particularly hard.

"Stop it now, put your hands down by your side."

"What?" She almost shouted in reply, but bit down on her bottom lip.

"You heard me," She did as she was told and left her restless hands down by her sides.

"It's hard not to touch myself…"

When he chuckled, low and rough, she felt like she was going to explode, "You won't need to touch yourself. Just imagine."

"Imagine what?"

"What I would do to you if I was there. Close your eyes and imagine I'm in your room, in your bed, with you right now. How I'd be whispering in your ear,"

She shut her eyes and imagined - his hands, his soft hands, running up and down her body, playing her so intimately and so easily. The way he'd kiss her neck like he did all those weeks ago, the way his tongue would tease her skin.

"Oh god," Her hips arched instinctively.

"What do you think I'd be whispering in your ear?" He asked, his voice sounding rougher than before, and she knew full well what he was doing. The thought made her moan, "Tell me, Quinn."

"How much you want to…" She bit her bottom lip and turned her head away from the phone, her cheeks flush; she'd never talked like this to anyone before. But then he was being gentle with her, following her every step of the way, so she turned her head back and lowered her voice, "fuck me."

"Oh yeah," She heard him shift, "Do you want me to fuck you hard? Harder than I did in the classroom?"

"Yes…" She gripped at the covers, her thighs squeezing together to relieve the tension.

"Oh Quinn, you have no idea how hot you were that day," He sounded like he was struggling, "How hot you looked in your cheerleading uniform, on the teacher's desk, skirt up around your waist,"

"Ryan, please…"

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Quinn. You honestly have no idea of the effect you have on me. Every time I see you walk down the halls in that uniform, I just want to take you up against a locker."

"Fuck," She bit her bottom lip and pushed her head closer to the phone - his voice had lowered even more, his usually gentle voice now rough and intoxicating.

"Sound good, Quinn? Me taking you up against the locker? You just need to say the word and I would, I really would Quinn."

She imagined it. Ryan staring at her in the halls, wrapping his strong arms around her and slamming her up against the locker, ripping down her panties and just taking her. She imagined him inside her and she felt the pleasure rise exponentionally, "Ryan, fuck me, please."

"Do you want me inside you, Quinn?"

"Yes…"

"Yes, what?"

"Please!" She could care less about her mom and dad now.

"Then I will. I'll fuck you so hard, Quinn, would you like that? Me working myself inside you, my fingers on your clit, making you come long and hard?"

"Ryan!"

"I love being inside you, Quinn, you're so hot and tight, it's so hard not to come." He paused and moaned loudly, "Y-you feel so good, Quinn."

"Oh God, Ryan, so do you…you feel so good."

"Come for me, Quinn. Come for me and moan my name,"

"God," She panted and pushed her head back. Her abs tightened harshly and suddenly she bit down hard on her inner cheek, her body humming in harmony with Ryan's as she heard him moan and come with her. "Ryan!"

"Oh fuck, Quinn…" He was panting down the phone, "Wow…"

"I-I've never done that before…" She moved her thighs, feeling how wet she was between her legs.

Ryan laughed, albeit a little breathless, "Me either, but one must always adapt to a role. I hope I wasn't too bad - actually, I think I did pretty well. Of course I wasn't sure of what to say, but in the end it just came na-,"

"Berry, ruining the mood."


They had talked for over an hour before eventually hanging up and she was paying the price today. She'd completely forgotten that she had both lunch and a compulsory after school Cheerio practice to go to - it was only third period and she lagging.

She couldn't even look at Ryan without blushing; the sly smirks he could give her in the halls as he walked by, and she saw sure his hand brushed her ass as he walked by her at one point. She didn't even blush when she disappeared into the girl's bathroom to take care of herself after she saw Ryan after his gym period, panting and sweaty from soccer practice.

"Quinn,"

She tried not to groan when she heard Santana's voice filter from up the hall. Brittany was by her side, naturally, pinkies locked as they walked toward her.

"Santana, B."

"Will you be joining us for practice today, Q?" Her eyes slowly tracked Quinn's body, "Or do you have other things to do?"

She knew she shouldn't bite, but Santana's attitude was seriously beginning to grate on her, "Like what, S? If you have a problem just come right out and say it."

"You guys aren't going to fight are you?" Brittany looked like a deer caught in the headlights, "I don't like it when you guys fight."

"We're not going to fight, babe," At Quinn's raised eyebrow, Santana continued, "We're just talking about what Quinn and Berry did,"

"Oh!" Brittany's pout turned into a full out grin, "Was he good? I always thought he was gay!"

Suddenly she wanted to sink into the floor; other student's head turned to stare at her and the whispering started.

"He's not gay, B." She ground out between her teeth, staring daggers at Santana who looked too smug for her own good.

"Definitely not gay, B. Our good old Quinn Fabray here nailed him the Spanish classroom a few weeks ago,"

She'd never heard the hallway so silent.

"You bitch,"

Santana smirked, "Told you I'd get the Captaincy."

"You can have it!" She ripped off her Captain band from around her forearm and threw it dead centre of Santana's face, "If you're just going to be a colossal bitch because, yes," She turned to face all the students who stared at her, "I've slept with Ryan Berry" She turned to look at Santana, "Then you can have it, because I certainly don't want it."

"What's going on?" She froze when she heard Ryan ask a fellow student, "Quinn?" He walked toward her and stopped, "Uhm…what's going on?"

"Ah!" She cringed when Santana patted him on the shoulder, "Berry! How was it, nailing the ex-head cheerleader on the Spanish teacher's desk?"

His jaw slackened as his eyes snapped between both Santana and Quinn, "Ex-head cheerleader?"

"Q just gave up her Captaincy," Santana's eyebrow rose, "For you, it seems."

"Quinn?"

She just stared at him, then at Santana and Brittany, then at the rest of the school which had seemed to have congregated in the hallway. Fuck, she just wanted to cry.

"Is it true?" Her eyes snapped back to him, "Did you give it up for me?"

"I guess I did…" The murmuring rose exponentially and she saw red, "For God sake! If you have a problem with me and Ryan then tell me right now, so I don't have to give a fuck later on!"

Even Santana's head reared back by Quinn's language, the usually soft spoken Quinn seemed to have taken a hike.

"Come on! Does anyone have anything to say!"

Ryan rested his hand on her shoulder and made her turn to face him, "Let it go, okay?"

She sighed and lowered her head, instinctively taking a step forward to rest her forehead on his chest. She couldn't help but smile when he didn't even hesitate to wrap his arms around her.

"Okay, shows over. Buzz off, the lot of ya." It was hard not to be shocked by Santana's command. It only took seconds for the hall to be cleared.

"I'm only doing this because what you said last week irritated me," Santana's hand detached from Brittany's and her arms crossed over her chest, "And maybe you're right,"

"Right?" Quinn turned to face Santana, feeling protected with Ryan stood behind her.

"What you said about me and B, maybe you were right,"

Quinn's eyes snapped to Brittany's confused face before looking back at Santana, "It was obvious, S, and it's not like it's a big secret."

"What's not a secret…?"

Santana sighed and looked at B, "I suppose," She paused and her expression looked as if she was annoyed, pissed off even, to admit that Quinn was right, "I guess I kinda…you know, love you, I suppose. Yeah."

"I love you too, S!" Brittany launched herself forward, wrapped her arms tightly around the cheerleader and planted a soft kiss on her lips, "Always have!"

Quinn tried not to giggle at Santana's blush, "Well yeah," She shrugged her shoulders, "Hard not to love me." She linked her pinkie back with Brittany's and smiled gently before looking back to Quinn, "So you and Berry?"

The blonde looked over her shoulder at Ryan who stood there, looking between confused and terrified at the glare that Santana was giving him.

"Me and Ryan."

Santana rolled her eyes, "No offence, but he'll always be Berry."

Ryan just shrugged, "I can deal with that,"

"Yeah yeah yeah," Santana rolled her eyes, "Whatever. It's your life Quinn, do what you like with it." She sighed, "And don't screw this up," She threw the Captain band back to Quinn and turned around, pulling Brittany with her, "Let's go, B."

"Bye Quinn! Bye Ryan!"

Ryan raised his hand to wave, even if it was a little uncalled for.

"Well, that was…certainly interesting."

"No kidding," Quinn turned to face Ryan smiled gently, "So uhm…"

He blushed and scratched the back of his head, "We're uh…together now?"

"I suppose we are," She adjusted the band on her arm and made no big deal of looking at him as she continued, "I think we should christen the new relationship, however."

When she looked back up he was smirking, and she blushed, "You didn't get enough of that last night?"

"No," She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, "I suppose I didn't." And kissed him gently on the lips.