PART 4:

(RACHEL POV)

This is how it's supposed to be. I never would have thought that it would be like this, just Quinn and I, in my bed, making lovey-dovey eyes at each other. I believe hazel is my new favorite color. I suddenly realize that Quinn is fighting back a smile that's threatening her face.

"What's so funny, Fabray?" I ask poking her sides, as she hovers over me. She breaks out into her full smile and laughs at my playful pout.

"Nothing," she says with that little badass smirk I've grown to both hate and love.

"Tell me, now, or I'll force it out of you," I half-heartedly threaten.

"Pfft, no offense, Rachel, but I can't take your threats seriously," she cracks, while getting off me.

"Is that so? Well, I'll have you know, Fabray, that it's best you start taking me seriously. I am more than qualified to carry out a threat, if need be." I say with conviction. A few long seconds pass as Quinn just stares at me, blankly. I'm about to start up again when…

"HA! You almost had me there, Rachel," the pink haired girl laughs and shakes her head to herself with that same smirk on her face.

Even though I know she's only joking and teasing me, I'm beginning to feel like Quinn really thinks I'm some fragile little thing that can't hold my own. I'll show her…

"I don't get how you can belittle my toughness when you, Ms. "I'm so badass with my pink hair, piercings, and reckless attitude," curled up like a little baby with just a few tickles!" I shoot back at her, while she attempts to look for something.

"I did not!" she shouts back.

"Yes, you did! You were completely defenseless; it was rather amusing from my viewpoint." I say with a smug face.

She glares at me, "Whatever. Where's my pants, I thought I left them here?"

"Don't try to wiggle out of this one, Fabray! I can't believe you're trying to leave me, after all this, like nothing even happened!" I get close to her, and she backs up nervously, but tries to act like she is in control.

"I just have to go, Rachel. Like you said, a lot of stuff happened today and I have to think about stuff and you know…stuff like clearing my head, and figuring more stuff out, and stuff like that." She says rather quickly.

I try to look her in the eye, but she keeps moving her gaze away from mine, rubbing her hand against the back of her neck. This sudden change in mood hurts me more than it should and I can't think of anything to say. She finally finds her pants, puts them on and I can't help but stare at the bulge between her legs. It is quiet and it is awkward as she looks for something to cover her bare back, but remembers all my tops would only make her look ridiculous.

"Can I borrow the blanket? I'll give it back to you tomorrow. I just don't want to walk home half naked or looking like I stole the shirt off a ten year old girl…no offense," she adds.

I nod. She takes the blanket and looks at me one more time, with an unreadable expression, before she wraps herself up and walks out of my room, out of my house and out into the street.

I sit down on my bed when the lump in my throat finally drops into my stomach. I feel my eyes water and I close them tight, letting the tears stain my cheeks. I ruined everything, I scared her away.

(Santana's POV)

As soon as I hear the lunch bell ring, I jump from my seat and practically sprint to the football field, knowing that Quinny will already be there, smoking a cigarette with the other misfits of Mckinley. I spot her pink head from across the field. I jog toward them when one of the Skanks throws a head nod in my direction, warning Quinny of my presence. She half turns her head and turns back to looking at the ground. I have to be careful this time and stick to the plan.

"Hey, Q…Skanks" I say with my focus solely on Quinny.

"What do you want, Santana? I'm not in the mood for your shit today."

"Look, Q…I just wanted to apologize for yesterday." I smirk when her pink head pops back up and her eyes are wide and ready to jump out of her head.

"Yeah, yeah, it's whatever, S…No need to apologize," she says trying to act cool.

"No, I mean I really want to apologize. I shouldn't have tried to force you to expose your…"

"S!...Don't, okay?" She's pleading with her eyes and I know the Skanks are aware that I know something that Quinny doesn't want me or anyone else to know. My smirk turns into a full blown signature Bitch grin.

"At least let me make it up to you…my place after school." I say in my bitch tone, which Quinny knows is my "Don't disobey me" voice.

She simply nods and looks back at the ground, with worried eyes. I lean into her and kiss her neck…mmm, Rupaul is right, my Quinny does have a nibble-worthy neck.

(Quinn's POV)

When she finally walks away, I rub at my neck in disgust.

"Damn, Q, I'm surprised she just didn't put a collar on you and drag you around by a leash," Lauren spat.

"Seriously, Quinn…" says a deep voice from behind me. I roll my eyes when I know it's Puck. "…I didn't even hear the convo from the field, but DAMN…WHA-PSSH!" he hollers while making a whipping motion with his arm and laughing with all the rest of my supposed friends.

"Shut the hell up," I scowl.

"Aww is Quinny mad?" Lauren teases, as they all make attempts to piss me off more, but I am too distracted to care…I can't stop thinking about her.

"I'm going for a walk, later." I put out my cigarette and make my way to the cafeteria, hearing Puck shout out something I can't comprehend, but I'm sure it was some smartass comment. As soon as I walk into the lunchroom, I scan the tables in search of her, looking through the crowd. I'm about to walk back out when I turn and bump into the girl I'm searching for. She drops her books and I quickly kneel down to pick them up. My fingers fail me, as I struggle to get a grip. Damn, why does she have to make me so nervous! She finally kneels down and picks them up herself, looking at me with a curious expression.

"Are you okay?" she asks as she stands back up.

"Uh, yeah I uh…sorry about…your books."

"Unbelievable. That is what you're apologizing for?" she scoffs and puts a hand on her hip. "Goodbye, Fabray." She turns and walks away, the same direction she came.

I want so bad to tell her to stop, to come back, to hear me out, to just…be mine, but once again I'm unable to speak or move. I watch her storm down the hall, as she leaves me on the floor, still trying to get a grip.

(Rachel's POV)

Oh god! I couldn't get out of there fast enough; ughh Quinn is so frustrating! I close the door to the empty choir room, rather loudly and sit in my usual seat, right in front. I notice my hands clenching the hem of my skirt, as I think about how much I wanted to run my hands through her pink hair when she was kneeling in front of me. I wanted to caress her messy head and hold it still so she can look up at me as I scold her for being bad and avoiding me all day. Then I would grab her by her shirt collar, pull her up, and drag her to an empty room and punish her. Oh god! I'm about to slide my hand up my skirt when the door opens. I shoot out of my seat, but immediately sit back down and sigh in relief when I see it is only Kurt.

"Whoa, Rach! Did I allllmost catch you being naughty?" he says with a crooked smile and a wink.

"Ugh, Kurt, it's not fair! I should be angry, right? I know I only informed you last night about everything, but you have to understand. This is killing me!"

"Aw, I know, Rach, I know," he comforts me by letting me use his shoulder as a headrest and wraps one arm around me. "She'll come around, she just needs to do "stuff"…and more "stuff" and like "stuff" and "stuff" like that and…"

"Okay! I get it," I laugh as he mimics how he believes Quinn would sound when she's nervous. Just then the door opens again, and Kurt and I both stop our giggle fit, as she hesitates before walking to a seat in the back. It's quiet for a few seconds, before Kurt finally breaks the ice.

"Quinn!" he shouts, almost making the pink-haired girl jump out of her chair. "I thought you dropped out of Glee…and school…and off the face of the earth, yet here you are."

She sinks a bit in her seat and I can't help but want to comfort her. She notices me staring and she straightens out and smirks before turning to Kurt.

"And I thought you dropped out of my ass…into the toilet…down the sewer drain, yet here you are."

Kurt's mouth drops open in shock and before he can attempt to say anything, the rest of the Club barges in as the lunch bell sounds. Everyone stops shuffling around when they notice Quinn in the back corner. I don't turn to look at her because I know the uncomfortable face she's probably making would make me sad. I only look up when I feel an intense glare on me; it's Santana. Kurt holds my hand as she walks past me clenching her fists before taking a seat. Since she was too busy trying to kill me with her eyes, she didn't even notice Quinn until everyone was looking at her waiting for a reaction.

"What the hell are you all looking at? I know I looks good, but damn!" she barks.

"Aw master and puppy are reunited!" shouts Puck while pointing at Santana and then at Quinn. It only took a split second before I heard the ooo's and ahh's. I don't want to turn around; I will myself not to, but I have to.

She's all over her like an animal, and I know Quinn's only putting up with it because she's scared of what might happen if she doesn't…at least that's what I hope. I can't see Quinn's face because Santana is straddling her. I need to know what's going on, but I suddenly change my mind when I, along with everyone in the room, hear Quinn groan. The only thing stopping me from jumping out of my chair and pulling the girl off my Quinn is Kurt's hand. I feel the tears spill out of my eyes and Kurt caresses my palm before letting go and standing up.

(Quinn's POV)

Damnit, Schue! Walk in here, now! Tell her, NO, force her to get off me! I feel her tongue against mine. Why isn't anyone stopping this? I try to push her off but she bites my bottom lip...hard. I whimper and drown out the ooo's and ahh's and try to imagine I am someplace else, with someone else…Oh geez! Rachel is sitting right there! I try to push her legs off my lap, but she digs her knuckles into my ribcage and I groan in pain. Great! Now it sounds like I'm enjoying this…please somebody!

Suddenly she's off me and the next thing I see is Kurt running out of the room with Santana chasing him, yelling in Spanish. The rest of the Club runs after them, probably hoping they can shield Kurt before Santana can catch him. A second later I see Mr. Schue run past the choir room door, following suit. Oh nowww, he decides to show up. I shake my head and look around the room and jump out of my seat when I see Rachel is still in hers, but I can't see her face because she's still facing the other way. I hesitate walking up to her, not knowing why she's sitting motionless, but I lightly tap her shoulder.

"We should go follow everyone, I'm not sure what happened, but Santana sounded pissed and Kurt was her target."

"She won't catch him. God may have not given him brute strength, but he blessed him with the fastest feet I've ever seen" she says as she still doesn't turn around.

That's it!…I step in front of her, noticing the tear tracks on her face. I immediately kneel down and try to gently dry her cheeks with my hands, but she pushes them away.

"Don't touch me," she orders and I bring my hands down and try to make eye contact with her. She finally looks at me and I see her eyes flicker from being sad to angry and back to sad. I want to say something that will make her sadness go away, but before I can, she licks her thumbs and starts rubbing them along my mouth and jaw line. I don't know what she's doing, but I close my eyes and let her rub my face; her touch is all I need to calm down. I move into her a little more and she opens her legs enough for me squeeze myself between them and rest my head on her lap. I open my eyes and see her looking down at me.

"Were you massaging my face?"

"No, I was wiping Satan's lip gloss off you. She's disgusting, you know. She attacked you like an animal…and you're disgusting too!" she adds a light push of her knee against my shoulder to emphasis that I too, am repulsive.

"What? What did I do?" I ask as I nudge my head against her waist, wanting more of her touch.

"You did nothing, that's what! She was practically dryhumping you in public and you let her!" I felt her body shake, so I wrapped my arms around her waist, hoping that if I can keep her still, her body won't force out any more tears.

"I tried to push her off me! She kept hurting me every time I tried, Rachel, I swear!" I groan into her waist. I want her to believe me; I'll do anything if she gives me one more chance to explain everything. I feel her hands on my head, her fingers running through my hair. I forget what I'm thinking about and become Rachel's. I am part of her body; I belong to her; and…this is how it's supposed to be.