A/N: This one's short because I wasn't 100% sure how to expand on it (this story was originally going to be a one shot) and if I expanded on it, I didn't want it to seem as if I was just shoving things in unnecessarily just to make it longer. The rest of the chapters, I can guarantee, are much, much longer!

I'm gonna run right to the edge with you, where we can both fall far in love

We were sitting in the choir room on a Tuesday afternoon. It was about half past three and the rest of the Glee Club was starting to filter in. Rachel wasn't here yet, but I knew she would be – she never missed a practice, not even when she was sick.

About 30 seconds after Puck had sat down in the very back row, Rachel strolled in chatting away to Kurt about costumes for Regional's and pushing Artie in his wheelchair. She smiled at me, before she took her seat.

"Rachel...?" I whispered across the choir room. She was sat in the chair in front of me, just off to the right; the chair in the centre, as always. I smiled to myself as she turned around to look at me.

"Yes Quinn?"

"Can I talk to you, after practice?" I didn't really know what to say, I was absolutely terrified to talk to her in fact. She's my best friend and what I need to say, it could ruin our friendship. Rachel Berry did something to me. She made me feel things I'd never felt before. Not with Finn or Puck or any of the other guys I'd dated. Those butterflies she gave me when we very first met – they were still there. Every single day, every time I saw her – which was a lot more now, because my father left my mom at the end of Freshman year, so we were able to talk outside of school now. My mom had never been bothered about the fact Rachel was raised by two men, so everything was great now.

"Of course," she replied instantly "We can talk now if you don't want to wait?

I shook my head, since Mr. Schue had started speaking... Something about Regional's and the set list. I mouthed at her "after practice, in here" and she nodded her head and turned back to the front, listening intently to the lecture we were receiving. I wasn't really paying attention anymore, much like the rest of the Glee Club - I was too busy thinking about what would happen after the meeting.

An hour later, the Glee Club was finally disbanding and I was making my way out of my chair to put my notebook away. Rachel had moved over to the piano and was talking to Brad; I could hear them, even from across the room. Rachel was telling him he needed to learn some song from a musical, I think it was 'Beautiful City' from Godspell, she had talked to me about it a few days ago, but I wasn't really paying attention because those damn butterflies were just... There. She was telling Brad that she wanted to sing it at next weeks meeting to secure her the solo at the competition.

Once Brad had left the room, it was only us. I heard her inhale and then exhale, deeply before she spun around to face me.

"Whatsup Q?" she said as she was spinning around.

I took a breath before opening my mouth. I was terrified. I wanted to do this, but I was absolutely terrified. "Could you... Maybe... Uhh... Sit down please?" I requested.

She complied, because she must have been able to pick up on how nervous and scared I was. "What's wrong Quinn? I can help? Do you need help?"

"No, no... It's-it's nothing like that" my voice was barely there "Just sit... And listen? Please"

The song I had planned to sing to her was an old one, a few years old, but I was confident that she would at least know it.

After about five minutes of Rachel just... Staring at me, I finally opened my mouth.

"The little things, you do to me are
Taking me over, I wanna show you
Everything inside of me
Like a nervous heart that, is crazy beating
My feet are stuck here, against the pavement
I wanna break free, I wanna make it
Closer to your eyes, get your attention
Before you pass me by..."

I could only manage the first verse before my eyes were filled with tears. They weren't sad tears, they were tears of realisation that she probably doesn't get it, or if she does she probably doesn't even feel the same way.

I'm sixteen years old and in love with a girl. I'm in love with Rachel Berry, my best friend, and it was killing me.

Before I knew it, she was standing in front of me, she was... Holding me. I'm considerably taller than her, so I had to lean down, but this was definitely her holding me, comforting me.

"Quinn..." she whispered "It's okay, it's okay..."

I whimpered a little, to let her know I had heard her, and she moved my head. Well, wriggled out from underneath it, and put her tiny hands on my cheeks. Slowly, she pulled my face down to her height, and her lips brushed mine.

Rachel Berry was kissing me. In the middle of the choir room. After I just confessed my feelings for her through song. She was kissing me! My best friend was kissing me!

After about ten minutes of kissing, and running our fingers through each other's hair, she pulled away.

"I'm so sorry Quinn!" she exclaimed "I... I... Oh my- I didn't- I didn't mean"

"Rachel," for the first time today, I was calm "It's okay. I... I liked it Rachel. I've wanted to do that for so long but I didn't know if you'd- I didn't know-"

Before I could finish explaining, her lips were back on mine; shutting me up once and for all.

A/N: The song Quinn sings is 'The Little Things' by Colbie Caillat from her debut album 'Coco' (: