Hellow everyone! First of all, thank you for all the kind reviews, it's what keeps a writer going. I'm posting this chapter because it has once again been a while. It's kinda short but I hope you will all like it nonetheless.

I really need to come up with an actual plotline for this story. I can't just keep writing random things without have a "goal", so all ideas are very much welcome and appreciated!

Oh and just to clarify, Rachel and Finn aren't a couple in this story. If they once where one…not sure yet, haven't made a decion yet.

Well, that's about enough of my rambling I think.

I wish each and everyone of you a happy new year. May all your days be filled with kindness and warmth, for you and your family.

Thank you and 'till next year

J.

How did this happen?

Chapter 7

You and Rachel are laying on the floor of the auditorium. Arms pressed together as you are laying next to each other. You're both enjoying the silence and calmness. The auditorium is a nice place to be in, you like the whole room. You have time to look at it now. All the other times you had been in there, you were working on a dance routine or song with the other Gleeks.

You don't know how you went from standing to laying down but it was nice. You and Rachel had sat down after the kiss and started talking. You figure one of you went to lay down and the other one followed. You turn your head to look at the girl next to you and smile. You blindly reach for Rachel's hand and grasp it softly.

"Shouldn't we head back?" You ask her when she looks at you. "Isn't the school going to be closed soon?"

You see her shake her head. "No, on Monday the basketball team has practice, school doesn't close until around eight."

"Okay."

Rachel squeezes your hand softly before turning her head again. You watch her close her eyes and sigh in contentment. You look back up as well, your mind going to your hand holding hers.

"This is weird." Rachel says, breaking the silence.

You turn your head again, her eyes are still closed. "What is?"

"This." She says, lifting your joined hands. She opens her eyes again to look at you. "You and me, holding hands." She clarifies.

"You think it's weird?"

"You don't?"

You think about it. Sure, maybe, you don't know… "Maybe, but weird seems such a negative word. Can't we say that this is…new?"

"Oh, it's definitely new." Rachel laughs. "And I didn't mean for it to sound negative". She adds.

You smile. "Good."

"I still can't believe how you are okay with this though."

You let go of her hand and prop yourself on your elbow so you can look at Rachel better. "A few weeks ago I probably wouldn't have been. But…I denied myself a lot over the last few years. I don't want to turn away from what makes me feel good. I don't want to do what everyone else wants me to do anymore."

"What do you mean?" Rachel asks as she takes your other hand, that was resting on your side. She brings it over to rest on her stomach, where her own hand had been laying before. You stare and feel her soft skin under your hand. She feels so warm and soft, even through her clothes.

"Quinn?"

"Hmm? Oh, sorry." You blush. "I just… I don't want to end up like my dad. I feel like I was becoming him. And I really hate him for all the things he's put us through. I don't want to lose everyone who cares about me."

"You won't."

"I would have in the long run." You explain. "I really needed to change myself. It didn't happen overnight but I'm trying to be a better person."

"You're not a bad person, Quinn."

"Really?" You ask, raising your eyebrows. "How can you say that, after all I've put you through? I was horrible to you." You whisper that last part, you still feel really guilty about all of that.

"You were, but you apologized." Rachel tells you. "Most people don't do that."

"I'm going to be a better person. I'm not going to end up like him." You tell her, determined.

"You're already a pretty nice person, Quinn." Rachel smiles as she tells you this. "So, don't change too much, I like this version." She puts her hand firmly around yours, making your hand press down more on her stomach. You flex your fingers, enjoying the feeling of her warm skin.

You nod and smile widely at her words. It feels nice, coming from her. You're really happy with the way things are going.

"Can I ask you something?" Rachel asks you.

"Of course."

You see her hesitate before starting her question. "If someone else had followed you… in the locker room that day, do you think, I mean, what if…what if it would have been Puck or Sam? Do you think that you would have…would you…-" Rachel stutters.

"Rach? Are you asking me if I would have had sex with them?"

You see Rachel nod her head shyly.

"No, I wouldn't have."

"And if it would have been a girl?"

Rachel is really nervous all of a sudden. You think it's kind of endearing. "I'm pretty sure I was with a girl in there." You laugh quietly. "A warm, passionate, shirtless girl."

Rachel blushes even more at your words. "If it wouldn't have been me?"

"I really didn't plan for that to happen. But, no, I don't think it would have happened if it would have been another girl." You tell her honestly.

"So, you're…?"

"Am I gay?" Rachel nods again. "I guess so, yeah. I've known for a while that I was attracted to girls more then boys. I mean, I like boys and can admire a shirtless guy just like anyone else, but I just don't like them in that way."

"If someone told me weeks ago, that I would be holding hands with you, I would have told them they were crazy." Rachel laughs.

You smile as well. "I probably would have said the same thing."

"Can I ask you something?" You ask.

"Sure."

"Rachel, I just want to tell you again and I know my past speaks against me but, did you really think I would go this far with a set-up? I mean, like you said, I was naked, very very naked and tha-…"

Rachel holds up her hand and interrupts your speech. "I know, I'm sorry, I was just up all weekend making up all these crazy scenario's about what this could be…"

"Well, please trust me when I say that this isn't a joke to me. I'm really serious about this." You tell her again. "This is real, as real as the orgasm you gave me."

And there it is, Rachel's blushing again, all shy. You know that you didn't really needed to include that last part but you couldn't help it. It was the truth anyways. You look at Rachel as she puts her hands over her face. "God, Quinn, you can't say stuff like that."

"What? The truth?" you smirk as you move closer to Rachel, who still has her hands on her face. You take her hands and move them away from her face. "I like it when you blush." You tell her as you lean in closer. You move your hand to Rachel's face and move a strand of hair out of her face, gently putting it behind her ear, your hand coming to rest on her cheek.

You see Rachel swallow at your closeness, her hand moving closer to your own face before she drops it again and instead lets it rest onto your arm. Her grip tightens as you move in closer. You cup her cheek and lean in the final inches to kiss her. You press your lips softly against hers and let the feeling take you over once again.

You are about to move away because you don't feel Rachel's response when she suddenly pulls you closer to deepen the kiss. Your stomach is being pressed against her side and your leg becomes to rest between hers. Moans are being muffled though kisses and your hand is now grasping her side as you try to move even closer. You kiss her with such fever that it surprises yourself. How a simple kiss can make you feel like this. You would have never thought this but, man, Rachel Berry is one heck of a kisser.

When breathing becomes an issue you pull away slowly, you peck her lips a couple of times before pulling away more. You see the way Rachel's chest is moving up and down as she tries to catch her breath. Your gaze moves to her face again, her eyes are still closed and her lips are slightly swollen. When she opens her eyes they immediately search for your own. You smile warmly at her. She looks so shy now when moments ago she pulled you almost on top of her. "You're a really good kisser." You tell her.

She looks at you as if she didn't hear or believe what you just said. You see her cheeks become red again, more then they already were from your make-out session. Her hands fly back on her face. You are confused as to why she's this embarrassed again. "Rachel?" you try to pull her hands away but she won't let you. "Are you o-"

"I'm fine." She tells you as she pulls her hands away again. "Really, it's just that… we're kissing, your flirting with me and it's just, I don't know, it's …"

"Weird?" you ask knowingly, she's been saying it a lot afterall.

"Sorry." She tells you.

"Don't be." You tell her, you figure that if this is what she feels it's upto you to prove her otherwise. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Rachel. You're just saying what you feel. I just wonder…is this, us, going to be too weird for you?"

She seems to be taken aback by that question but doesn't answer is either. You hope that she will overcome her fears and that this "weirdness" she feels will go away. You look at her and just wait for her answer.

TBC

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