Quinn's POV

We exited the school and walked to Rachel's car.

"This is your car," I asked in shock. "It's a Jaguar."

Rachel smiled widely as she patted the hood. "Yep," she said. "This is my baby, right here. "What'd you think I had? Some crappy station wagon?" She asked with a raised eyebrow as she got in the car.

"No," I said immediately, getting in the passenger's seat. "Not at all, I just didn't expect this. I didn't know you were so badass."

Rachel smirked as she started the car and drove out the lot. "There's a lot you don't know about me."

"One can only hope to find out," I said before I could stop myself.

Rachel laughed as she pulled up into the driveway of a house. Hers, I'm assuming.

"Now look who's flirting," she said as she got out of the car. Before I could even unbuckle my seatbelt, Rachel was at the passenger's side opening the door for me.

"You're kinda fast," I said as I got out the car. Rachel smiled as she closed the door.

We walked up her driveway and when she opened the door, I gasped.

"This is the inside of your house?" I asked. "It's so big compared to the outside."

"Yea," she said. "I thought that too when we first moved here. I kept getting lost between the second and third floor for about a week," she finished with a small smile.

"I would give you a tour," Rachel said. "But I'm kinda hungry. Want something to eat?"

I nodded my head as I followed her to the kitchen. Rachel walked over to the fridge and started pulling out ingredients to make sandwiches. I sat down as the island and watched as she moved with such grace. Soon enough she had the sandwiches down and in front of us. She sat down across from me and started to eat.

"Oh my god," I said as I took a bite. "This is delicious."

Rachel smirked. "Well, I have been known for my wonderful culinary talents."

"Tell me something," I said as I finished my sandwich.

"Tell you what?"

"Anything. I want to know about you."

Rachel cocked her head to the side, confused.

"You want to know, about me," she asked, looking unsure.

I nodded my head. "You moved here like six years ago, but nobody knows a thing about you."

Rachel chuckled. "That's interesting," she said. "Nobody knows anything about me, but they can still manage to insult me."

I put my head down. "I'm so sorry about all of that," I said.

Rachel put her hand on top of mine. "Hey, it's ok," she said. "We may not be friends, but at least you stopped. Everyone else on the other hand…"

"We're not friends," I asked, a little hurt. "I want to be."

Rachel smiled as she squeezed my hand. "I want to be friends, too. But I don't think Santana would like that very much."

"Santana can go fuck herself," I said. "She's like a sister to me, and I love her, but she's a bitch."

Rachel let out a beautiful laugh. "Yea, you're right, but I wouldn't want to get in between your friendship."

"You won't," I said seriously.

Rachel gave me a small smile. "Well, you're lucky I like you," she winked.

I looked down as I felt my cheeks getting hot.

"Hey," she said. "It's the cute blush again."