Rachel threw all her dresses on the ground and fell into the pile. She couldn't find any dresses that were good enough for Quinn. Giving up she threw on jeans and a hoodie, called Kurt and left for the mall.

"I'm glad you finally decided to let me choose your clothes" she turned around to see Kurt striding towards her, arm linked with Blaine's.

"Hello Blaine, nice to see you. I just need help with one dress, it needs to be perfect."

"Where are you going?" Blaine inquired.

"Rachel's going to some hot shot gallery opening, with Quinn" He dragged out the girl's name.

"Are you two going out now? Cause I thought you got back together with Finn?"

"Finn and I are not together anymore, he lied to me again, and Quinn is still very much with her boyfriend."

"I for one am glad that you broke up with that lumbering idiot. He didn't deserve you, and although you can't see it, you're very gay." Kurt stated leading the other two into a store.

"I prefer bisexual thank you very much"

"I have to agree with Kurt, you're pretty gay"

"Who asked you?" she snapped at Blaine.

"Whoa, down girl" Kurt spun her around and held a dress against her. "We'll let you have your little school girl fantasy."

"Why are we friends again?"

"Because I'm awesome, now go try this on" He shoved a pile of dresses in her arms, and she began to walk towards the dressing rooms. "This too!" he threw another at her head.

"Thanks, I didn't need that eye" She walked into a room and stripped herself of her clothes.

"Hurry up!"

"Give me a minute" She exited, twirling around to show off the short black dress. "You don't think it's too short for something this fancy do you?"

"I think that Quinn will be all over you"

"I didn't ask that" She examined herself in the mirror. "But really, is it long enough?"

"Yes Rachel, its long enough. Well that was easy" Blaine said.

"We're not done, go try on the others" Kurt exclaimed as Blaine fell back in the chair sighing.

Two hours later Rachel was finally out of Kurt's grasp. She ended up with the first dress she tried on. She hoped that was Kurt said was true and that Quinn would be all over her.

When Wednesday came, the day of the opening, Rachel found herself pacing her apartment. She had two hours before the event and she was nervous. She was dressed and ready; she cursed herself for always being early.

She couldn't work on her book since she already sent it off, so she settled on playing temple run on her iPhone. She was nearly at three million when her phone buzzed signaling a text. It was from Quinn, she was downstairs and waiting. She had spent two hours playing that stupidly addicting game. She texted back a reply and ran down the stairs as fast as her heels would let her.

She jumped into the passenger seat and turned to find a dumbfounded hockey player. "You look just amazing"

Rachel pushed the blonde's mouth shut, "Thanks, you look good too" Good wasn't nearly the right word. Quinn was wearing a dark purple dress that went to mid thigh. Rachel was ready to take her right there, in her car, on the side of a busy New York street. She shook all the lustful thoughts out of her head before proceeding to talk again "Shall we be going?"

"We shall" they pulled onto the busy street and made it to the gallery in record time. Quinn held the door open for her and guided her in, keeping her hand glued to the brunette's lower back.

"Ah Quinn, how lovely to see you" An older man appeared beside them.

"Chris" Quinn pulled Rachel into her and grabbed her hip. "Its my boss" she whispered in the author's ear.

"Who is this pretty lady?" he gestured to Rachel and kissed her hand.

"This is Rachel Berry, she's an author" The blonde tightened her grip and started rubbing circles on her hip.

The brunette lifted her hand in a half assed wave "Hi"

"My, you are a piece of work" He scanned her body very creepily.

Quinn started to walk away pulling Rachel along "Come on babe, let's go find a drink"

"Your boss is certainly interesting"

Both girls were constantly hit on throughout the night. Rachel finally felt relaxed as she sat in Quinn's car, holding her hand, humming along to whatever insanely catchy pop song the radio stations were currently repeating.
"Did you have fun" Quinn said as she glanced over to the brunette before focusing her attention on the road again.

"I did, your boss was a little creepy though, how do you deal with him every day?"

"I don't. He is usually locked up in his office and I'm in mine. If I need to bring something to him I usually get an intern to do it. Anyways, how is your book coming along?"

"I probably have about a month or so of writing left, then I have to edit."

The rest of the ride was filled with idle chit chat about books and hockey. Rachel could feel herself falling more in love with the girl next to her, every time her mouth opened. She tried hard not to, but it was like Quinn had placed a spell on her or made her drink a love potion.

"We're here" The hockey player unattached herself from Rachel and turned the car off and attached herself once they were both out of the vehicle.

"Are you walking me to my door?"

"That's the sensible thing for a date to do, isn't it?"

"I guess"

They turned to face each other once they reached the door of the building. "You look so beautiful"

Rachel looked down and blushed "Thanks"

Quinn lifted her chin up and looked her in the eyes "I mean it"

Before she knew what she was doing Rachel was pressed up against the door and kissing Quinn Fabray like her life depended on it. This kiss wasn't like the ones they shared previously. This one had so much hidden emotion and a higher level of desperateness.

"Open the door" Quinn mumbled against Rachel's lips. The brunette blindly unlocked the door behind her and led Quinn up the stairs. Once they were at the door, the blonde attacked her neck as she tried to find the proper key. It took several attempts before the door swung open and the girls were wrestling with clothes on the way to the bed in the next room.

Quinn was the one that threw Rachel on the bed, while the brunette just stared at the blonde while she took her blazer off. When the hockey player finally started to walk towards her, she suddenly felt nervous. She never had lesbian sex before, what if her nails were too long? The worry was gone when she looked down to see that her dress had disappeared and Quinn had affixed herself to her nipple.

So far this experience had been better than all her other sexcapades and they haven't really done anything yet. Quinn's hands moved up to roll, pinch, and squeeze the hard nipples when she met Rachel in a fierce yet passionate kiss. Their tongues met in a battle that could rival the Second World War.

Rachel began undressing Quinn. She fumbled with the buttons but managed to open them all and slide the crisp white shirt off. The bra was next, before she had even unhooked it, the brunette's mouth was everywhere and anywhere. The sounds Quinn made were godly and it only made Rachel work harder. She was surprised that she hadn't come just due to the moans coming from the athlete above her.

Just as Rachel tried sliding the other girl's pants off she pulled away.

"I can't do this" The taller girl ran around the room throwing her clothes back on "I'm sorry Rachel, I can't do this to Puck." When she pulled her blazer on she was out the door without a single glance back at the practically naked, sexually frustrated, heartbroken, brunette.

When Rachel heard the front door close she broke out in tears that could rival Alice's own. It wasn't so much that she was sad, she was angry at her. You don't just leave someone in the middle of sex.

She grabbed her phone out the clutch that was forgotten on the floor and deleted everything from Quinn, her messages and number. Then she proceeded to do the same with Facebook and any other forms of communication she had with the other girl.

Quinn knew from the moment she pulled away from Rachel that everything was over. There was no way the brunette would ever forgive her. So she ran, she ran out of the building and into her parked car in seconds. She intended on driving home, but her instincts just took her back to Rachel's apartment.

She stopped her car and cried on the side of the street. How had she messed up so badly. If she had just broken up with Puck like she was going to, this wouldn't be happening. She felt like her chest had been sliced open and there now was a gaping hole where her heart used to beat, and Rachel probably felt worse.

She couldn't help herself, once she had Rachel pinned against the door all her morals and good reasoning had been sucked away. She didn't even realize what she was doing until she felt small hands sliding past the waistband of her dress pants.

She couldn't even blame this on Alcohol since she had none to drink, and blaming it on Rachel was out of the question since the blonde had initiated everything, she wouldn't blame it on the brunette even if she could. Rachel was too innocent for that.

Once she finally grasped onto reality she drove back home and sat in her driveway before entering her dark house. She had never been so happy to be alone, because if Puck had been there she would've told him everything and broken his heart more than needed.

Instead of calling someone to discuss her feelings with she curled up in her bed, threw the covers over her head and cried herself to sleep.