Rachel sat nervously at a little round table playing with her straw wrapper and sipping her iced mocha. She shouldn't be here. What on earth made her even agree to do this? She must have been outside of her mind. Her judgment seemed to have been rather questionable ever since Quinn Fabray walked into her life with her fashionable heels and devastatingly gorgeous legs. Unfortunately, she also brought her vicious words and Hollywood attitude with her. Rachel took another sip of her coffee. Caffeine probably wasn't the best choice at this moment. It felt like every organ inside of her was galloping around in every direction. She tapped her fingernails on the table as her right knee violently shook. Every five seconds, she glanced over at the front door expecting to see a perfectly coifed mop of blonde hair walking in. And every time, the disappointment grew within her.

Yesterday, Quinn had left a note in Rachel's locker to meet her at The Lima Bean at 3pm. Rachel didn't want to go, but made the mistake of telling Santana about the note. The Cheerio said it was the perfect opportunity. Perfect opportunity for what? Rachel didn't know, but Santana was convinced that this would be the day they would execute their plan.

Rachel searched the café, observing its occupants. Santana said she'd be here at 2:30, but she was nowhere to be found. Then, Rachel saw her. She couldn't believe she had missed it earlier, but there was Santana sitting in the corner wearing a trench coat and sunglasses pretending to be completely engrossed in a book, while simultaneously scanning the room with her eyes. They fell upon Rachel. She lowered her sunglasses and placed her index finger on the side of her nose.

Rachel tilted her head and furrowed her brow. Real inconspicuous, Lopez.

The trench coat was short enough to show off her legs and she only had one button fastened, showing off her other assets that she was quite proud of.

Rachel shrugged at her as if asking Santana what the hell she was going. Instead of a physical response, Rachel received a text from her.

Jessica Shay, 10 o'clock.

Rachel looked to her left, but didn't see anything. Her phone went off again.

No, my ten o'clock.

Rachel looked straight ahead, but still didn't see Quinn. Another buzz from her phone.

Christ, Berry. Look to your right.

Rachel looked over to her right toward the back entrance of the shop. There was Quinn – wearing a sundress and a sweater in high-heeled boots. Besides the boots, she's still not dressed for the weather in Ohio and Rachel couldn't stop herself from grinning about that. She adjusted her facial expression immediately. She wasn't about to let Quinn control her emotions. As much as she didn't want to take her eyes off of the blonde, Rachel quickly glanced over at Santana to see what she was doing. The book had been moved fully in front of her face, trying to avoid any recognition from Quinn.

There was a physical change within Rachel the moment Quinn came within a foot of her. She found herself straining her neck while look at up at her. She was glorious and Rachel had to stifle a whimper. She kept herself composed and was determined to make Quinn talk first.

Neither of them made a move. It had been two minutes of Quinn towering over Rachel until she finally sat down across from Rachel at the table.

Rachel's phone buzzed once more and both of them jumped at the sound. She moved her phone under the table to read the text.

Operation Green-Eyed Monster has commenced.

Rachel couldn't believe how much Santana was getting into this. She was about to put her phone away when it buzzed once more.

The package will soon be delivered.

Rachel did her best not to give away Santana's position by looking at her. She looked up at Quinn instead, who still made no effort to say a word. Rachel looked back down and began texting.

What package? What the hell are you talking about? Does everything have to be in code?

Santana's texts were the only thing keeping her from going insane from the silence. Another buzz.

Affirmative.

Rachel rolled her eyes and tucked her phone away in her purse. She was way too tense to deal with this right now. Her eyes peered across the table once more. Quinn's head was down, revealing to Rachel just how insanely long her eye lashes were. Was there anything about this girl that wasn't perfect? Oh yeah…her personality. Rachel defiantly took another sip of her coffee while waiting for Quinn to say something. She was nervous as hell, but wasn't about to show it. Her stomach was in knots by this point. Why wasn't Quinn saying anything?

The silence was broken when Quinn cleared her throat. Her eyes finally met Rachel's.

"Thank you for meeting me."

Her voice didn't even falter. Rachel was hoping for the slightest crack, but there was nothing but confidence. Damn actresses.

Rachel shrugged. She'd be damned if she responded to five simple words. You're going to have to do better than that, Miss Fabray.

"I wanted to apologize."

That was more like it. Rachel put her drink down.

"Again?"

An audible sigh escaped from the blonde's lips. "Yes. Again." She placed her elbows on the table and leaned forward. "I was an asshole. An epic asshole and you didn't deserve that. I'm sorry."

Before Rachel could respond, a leggy blonde came sashaying over to their table and placed a fresh iced mocha on the table in front of Rachel.

"Brittany?" Rachel knew this was part of the plan, but she did her best to act surprised.

"It's from Santana," explained Brittany. "She says to tell you she's sorry she's running late, but she'll be here soon."

Rachel nodded. "Well, thank you."

Quinn looked confused. "Wait, you're meeting Santana here? What, did you think you needed some muscle just to meet with me?"

Rachel remained steadfast. There was no going back now. "No. Not really. We just wanted to meet for coffee." Nonchalant was the way she was playing this. It was her best defense.

"The same time you were meeting me?"

"She's always fashionably late. And I really didn't know how long this would take."

Her tone was rather cold and unfeeling. It was the performance of a lifetime. Quinn wasn't the only actress at this table.

"Okay. So…Brittany. Santana just called you and had you come here to bring Rachel coffee?"

Brittany shrugged. "I was in the area. See you guys later!"

She was gone as quickly as she appeared.

Quinn turned back to Rachel, still confused. "That was weird."

"Was it? Brittany's always kind of been an enigma of sorts."

They were stuck once again in silence. Their eyes lock on each other. Rachel brought her hands under the table. She didn't want Quinn to see her nervously wringing them. She refused to show her cards. Santana's words kept ringing in her head. 'Keep the upper hand.'

"Okay, let's try this again." Quinn conceded yet again.

Rachel crossed her legs in anticipation of what she was about to hear.

"I'm sorry."

"You said that already." It was harsh, but Quinn's cutting words were still ringing in Rachel's head.

"I know. I just want to make sure you know that." Quinn brought her hands together and folded them in front of her, almost as if pleading for Rachel's forgiveness. "I think that…I think I'd really like to start over again with you."

"We haven't really started anything. We've had like, what, five conversations?" Rachel uncrossed her legs. Why couldn't she just sit still? Her concentration was waning at the mere thought of the actress sitting across from her. Perhaps if she wasn't Quinn Fabray. If she was just another person. Another asshole who threw a slushie in her face and said really cruel things to her. It would make hating her so much easier.

Quinn squirmed. "True, but I've said more to you since I've been in Ohio than I've said to anyone else here. Doesn't that count for something?"

"What about Finn?"

Quinn inhaled deeply, her breath wavering. "I'm offering my friendship, Rachel. I think we could be good friends."

"The Plain Jane and the movie star: best friends? Is this some cruel prank?" Rachel didn't want to say it, but it had to be said. She still didn't trust Quinn. And part of her was beyond disappointed at the term 'friendship' but that was an entirely different story.

"It's not like that, Rachel. I swear-"

Before Quinn could utter another word, they felt a presence next to them. They both looked over so see a young girl standing next to Quinn.

"Hi," the young girl said with a smile.

"Hello there." Quinn's tone was very friendly.

"Um…can I have your autograph?" The girl had more composure than Rachel had in Quinn's presence. The brunette found herself feeling oddly embarrassed about that.

Quinn smiled sweetly. "Sure." She grabbed the pen and the napkin the girl was holding. "What's your name?"

"Robyn."

"Robyn…with a 'y' or an 'I'?"

"A 'y'." The girl giggled.

"That's a very pretty name." Quinn was obviously a natural with her fans.

"Thank you. I'm a really big fan. I can't wait for your next movie!" The girl took the napkin and pen back from Quinn and read what Quinn wrote. She smiled and ran back over to her mother.

A straight-faced Rachel almost cracked after seeing that display. How fucking adorable was that? It was a nice change to see Quinn act so sweet and civil to someone, especially a complete stranger. But it only led to more confusion. If this girl caught Quinn on an off day, would she have been on the receiving end of Quinn's wrath? Or was that only specifically reserved for Rachel?

She took this moment to look over to where Santana was sitting, but she was no longer there. She disappeared. Where the hell did she go? Rachel looked around, but there was no sign of her.

Oh crap.

"Anyway," Quinn tried to get Rachel's attention once more. "As I was saying-"

"Sorry, I'm late, babe. I swear it's not my fault." Santana seemed to appear out of nowhere. Rachel looked up at her. She had ditched the trench coat and sunglasses and was very overdressed in a sleek, satin red dress. Rachel found herself almost gaping at the sight. It was hard not to. Santana leaned down and kissed Rachel's cheek – a gesture she was not expecting. Rachel jumped at the contact. Santana grabbed a chair and took a seat next to Rachel. "Oh good, you got my apology coffee. Remind me to thank Brit for that favor."

Santana proceeded to put her arm around Rachel. She was really laying it on thick. Say what you want about Santana Lopez, but she never did anything half-assed. She was balls to the wall 24/7.

This is not what they discussed and Rachel's shoulder tensed up at Santana's touch, but the look on Quinn's face made it all worth it. Her incredulous and perplexed expression encouraged Rachel to lean in closer to Santana. Maybe Santana was right all along. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to gauge Quinn's reaction.

Santana smiled at Rachel and looked over at Quinn. "Oh hey. Sorry, I didn't know this would be a threesome."

Quinn stood up. "Actually, I was just leaving."

Rachel could swear she heard Quinn's voice break. Her eyes were facing downward, unable to look at the two of them. She was about to object to her leaving, but Santana nudged her and shook her head 'no.' Rachel bit her lip and watched as Quinn left, looking like she had been defeated. The moment she was out the door, Santana removed her arm from Rachel's shoulder and grabbed the ice mocha from the table.

"You gonna drink this?"

Rachel shook her head, still focusing on the door. The blonde was completely out of sight by now.

Santana leaned back in her chair. "Well, I think that went perfectly, don't you?"


Later that week, Rachel strolled down the hallway toward the auditorium where the glee club was meeting. She was dead set on making into the theater without Santana staking a fake claim on her. She picked up her pace, but before she made it to the door, a tall blonde cut her off.

"Oh," Rachel stopped abruptly. "Sorry, I didn't see you." That was a lie. She spotted her long before that, but damned if she was going to admit it.

Quinn took a step forward. Rachel stood her ground, but she suddenly believed her legs no longer existed. Apparently she was floating. Yet she couldn't seem to float up to Quinn's height. The blonde's heels made extra sure of that. It never quite sat well with Rachel that Quinn always towered over her. She felt like a child. Almost…hobbit-like. Damn it, Santana.

Rachel steadied her breath and prepared for another epic stare-down with the taller girl. Neither girl looked away.

"Thanks for meeting me the other day."

Rachel could feel Quinn's breath on her face. Why was she so close?

"No problem."

Quinn cocked her head to the side. "Did you have time to think about my proposition?"

Proposition? Did Rachel somehow miss Quinn propositioning her?

"Wh…what do you mean?" Keep it cool, Rachel. Do not waver.

"You know…friends?" Quinn practically whispered it as she leaned in closer.

Do friends normally talk this close? Rachel swallowed hard.

"Oh…that."

Quinn reached her hand out to touch Rachel's, but then retreated when a few students ran by. Quinn's breath quickened.

"Yeah…that. Look, I know that maybe I don't deserve it-"

"Maybe?"

"Okay, I was a complete…what's the word?"

Rachel folded her arms and shifted her weight to her right foot. "I don't know. What's the female equivalent of a douche bag?"

Quinn tried to hide the sting of Rachel's words and nodded. "Okay. When we figure out what that is, that's what I'll be."

Rachel didn't respond.

"You're not making this easy for me."

"I know. Good." She peered around Quinn's shoulder. "We should probably go in." She maneuvered her way around Quinn, but the blonde grabbed her arm. Not in a forceful way, but more in a pleading way.

"Rachel, please."

The 'please' coming from Quinn's mouth clamped around Rachel's heart, prompting her to stop and turn around. Quinn's hand loosened from her arm, but not completely. Before Rachel could respond, Santana swooped in out of nowhere.

"Hey, hon." Santana came up from behind Rachel and put her arm around the shorter girl's waist. "I've been looking for you. I missed you." She placed a kiss on Rachel's cheek. Then another on the corner of her mouth.

Rachel stiffly and awkwardly pulled her face away. Her eyes bore into Santana's, silently asking her what the fuck she was doing. Santana was going off book and definitely breaking the rules. She was answered with a flirtatious wink. Great. That's helpful.

"Shall we?" asked Santana as she offered Rachel her arm.

"Um…actually, can you give me a minute? I'll be right there."

"Sure thing. But don't be too long." Santana gave Rachel a one-armed hug and followed it up with grabbing her ass.

Rachel squealed and jumped, then covered it by clearing her throat. That was not part of the deal. She looked over at Quinn, who was looking away. Maybe Santana knows what she's doing after all.

Santana finally acknowledged Quinn's presence. "Oh, hey Quinn. Sorry, I didn't see you."

"Apparently you're not the only one." Quinn couldn't bring herself to look at her.

Santana looked her up and down. "Wow, you are one tall drink of bitch, aren't you?"

She turned and walked into the auditorium, mouthing to Rachel as she left, "She wants you."

Once Santana was out of sight and out of earshot, the two girls faced each other again. Quinn nervously bit her lip.

"What was that?"

"That was Santana," replied Rachel, matter-of-factly.

"I know, but…I mean…are you two…together, or something?" Quinn emphasized 'together' almost as if she didn't want Rachel to answer.

Rachel shrugged. Could she really keep up with this lie?

Quinn searched for words. "But I thought she and Brittany were a thing."

Rachel blinked. Apparently word does get around and Quinn does pay attention. How could Rachel answer this without making it a complete and blatant lie?

"I guess things change."

Quinn scoffed and shook her head. "So you're dating her? A cheerleader?"

Why did Rachel suddenly feel defensive? "And so what if I am? What does it matter?"

"She just seemed to be really into Brittany. At least, from what I could tell. Besides, I just don't really see you two together."

"Why? Because she's popular? And pretty?" Rachel was ready to charge past her into the auditorium, but opted to stay and hear what Quinn had to say.

"I'm just…confused. She's a girl. And a cheerleader. And…"

"Aren't you going to be a Cheerio?"

The blonde lowered her head. "No. I decided I don't want to do it. It's not really my thing." Quinn spoke with a sweet honesty and Rachel was finding hard to stay mad at her.

"Oh."

Rachel watched Quinn's downcast eyes search for something to say.

"So, you and…Santana?"

Rachel couldn't stand to see the utter confusion in Quinn's face. She didn't know how much more she could take.

"Can we talk about this later? I'm gonna go inside."

Quinn nodded silently as they headed into the auditorium.


It seemed to be an ongoing thing with Quinn. Every time Rachel looked in her direction, she would immediately cozy up to Finn. Rachel was getting sick of it. By the week's end, it had happened multiple times. The fifth time it happened over the week, Rachel shook her head then cautiously reached for Santana's hand. With her hand hovering over Santana's, she looked over at Brittany, asking for permission. Brittany saw the look on her face and smiled and nodded.

And thus continued the Fabray/Berry dance. Quinn would lean on Finn's shoulder, Rachel would whisper something in Santana's ear. Quinn would cheer loudly after Finn sang, Rachel would focus solely on Santana's backside every time she danced. Quinn would allow Finn's hand on her thigh, Rachel would jump at how uncomfortably high Santana's hand would be on her leg. But she let her do it. Because Quinn was looking. Quinn was always looking.

Game. Set. Match. Advantage: Berry.

Once glee club had been dismissed on Friday, Rachel hung around and waited for the crowd to clear. Once she was alone, she walked up to the stage and faced out toward the seats. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It had been a while since she had this feeling. A feeling of passion. A feeling of peace. The room echoed as she exhaled. The acoustics were absolutely perfect in this place. She hadn't been alone here in a long time. Not since she used to put in extra hours practicing singing after school her sophomore year.

She turned and walked toward the piano in the middle of the stage. Her fingers pressed down on a couple of keys and the notes filled up the room. She played a few more notes of what sounded like the theme from Beauty and the Beast. It was a half-assed attempt, but at least all the notes were right. The lights were dim on the stage and she pretended the bright beam of a spotlight shone upon her. A smile crept upon her face as she finished the song, singing quietly along with each note.

As the song ended, Rachel heard someone applauding in the back row. It was too dark to see who it was, but Rachel knew. She knew in an instant. It was Quinn. The shadow stepped forward down the aisle and revealed herself.

"Beautiful."

Rachel leaned against the piano.

"Thanks. It was just messing around."

Quinn made her way up the stairs on the side of the stage. "I didn't know you play piano."

"I don't really. Just enough to help me practice singing. Do you play?"

Quinn's face was fully revealed in the dim light on stage as she leaned forward against the other side of the piano. She struck a few keys on the higher end of the piano.

"Sadly, no. I never tackled the piano. But I do play the guitar."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I had to learn it for a three-episode arc I did on Grey's Anatomy. It was years ago. I supposed to be a musical child prodigy who lost her arm in a boating accident."

"Oh wow. Sounds challenging." Rachel played along, pretending she hadn't seen those episodes, when in reality, she had.

"It was fun. One of my first acting gigs, actually. But I liked playing the guitar so much, I kept taking lessons. Another thing to add to my resume, I guess."

"You should play sometime." Rachel traced her fingers along the smooth mahogany of the piano, leaving behind a small smudge from the oils in her finger.

"Maybe. It's been a while since I've played in front of anyone." Quinn came around and sat down on the piano bench, finally allowing Rachel to be the one looking down at her. She folded her hands between her knees and rocked forward. "Listen Rachel, there's something I need you to know about me."

Rachel leaned forward in anticipation.

"I have a tendency to get defensive about certain things. And then I kick into full bitch mode if I feel like I'm losing the slightest bit of control."

Rachel nodded. "Okay."

"And I'm sorry that you had to witness that on multiple occasions."

There was a lump building in Rachel's throat. She swallowed it back down. There was no way she was going to show weakness in this moment.

"Okay, then," replied Rachel.

"Okay then…what?"

"Okay. We can be friends. We'll try it. See how it goes," Rachel sat down next to her.

Quinn exhaled deeply. "Okay. Good to know." She was trying to hide her smile, but failing pretty badly. "So, now that we're friends, does that mean we get to talk about 'friend' things?"

"Oh man. Should I be afraid?" asked Rachel, jokingly.

"I'll be kind. Don't worry." Quinn nudged her, playfully. "I just wanted to ask…I mean, I didn't know you were…"

"I didn't know I was either. Honestly, I still don't know. It's just….a thing. That's happening. Plus, Santana's pretty persistent. I guess I just don't like to put a label on things."

Quinn nodded. "So, you really like her?"

"She's very sweet."

"That's not what I've heard. Or experienced."

"You have to get to know her. She's one of those 'hard exterior' people. I'm sure you can relate." Rachel crossed her legs and rubbed her exposed knee with her hand. She needed something to channel her nervous energy. Why did she wear a skirt? Her legs were freezing. Perhaps Quinn's lack of winter wardrobe knowledge was rubbing off on her. Rubbing off. Oh God, now she was having a flashback of that night in her bed. For the love of God, Quinn, say something!

"And Brittany doesn't mind that you two are…seeing each other?"

Rachel shrugged. She didn't know how much longer she could go one with this. Lying wasn't her strong suit. Especially lying to someone who had just been so honest with her. She opened her mouth to say something, but forgot the words that formed in her head. The moment she caught Quinn's gaze, she seemed to have forgotten every word that ever existed. Except "lips." Lips was a word she knew very well. And it was Quinn lips that she wanted to know even better. But, no. Friends. They were friends now. And friends don't do that. Do they? No. No, they don't. Besides, as far as Quinn knew, she's "with" Santana.

"So, how are you?" It was a simple question. Perhaps kind of stupid, even. But it was legit. Rachel really wanted to know how she was.

Quinn smirked. "It's been a while since somebody's asked me that. I'm okay. I'm…still getting used to Ohio. Sort of."

It was in this moment, Quinn's cell phone went off, startling them both. They laughed simultaneously as Quinn checked her phone.

"It's my agent." She hit ignore. "There's been a lot of pressure from my PR team to come back."

"Your parents still aren't having it?"

"They don't seem to want to budge."

"I'm sorry. That must be pretty frustrating." Rachel knew a little bit about frustration. Especially these days. She stood up and smoothed out her skirt. "We should probably get going." She reached her hand out to Quinn to help her up.

Quinn took her hand. There was a pause before she stood up. A brief moment of palpitating heartbeats between the two of them. Rachel felt it immediately. She wasn't exactly sure what it was, but it passed too quickly for her to figure it out. Quinn was up and at her side in no time as they headed out the door.


The entire weekend that followed, Rachel was plagued with feelings of guilt. She didn't know why. She thought Quinn had it coming to her after the way she treated her, but something just wasn't sitting right with Rachel. Normally, she wasn't afraid to fight fire with fire but maybe lying to Quinn wasn't the best way to solve this mess. They had established a friendship. Why tempt karma by packing on more and more lies?

By early Monday morning, she was way too keyed up to sleep. It was 4am and her patience for the sun to come up was wearing thin. So she got out of bed, grabbed her phone and started pacing around the room as she dialed.

She heard some muffled groaning and could have sworn she heard a couple of obscenities mumbled.

She listened as a grumpy voice on the other end clear her throat. "Someone better either be horny, dying, or need help moving a body because no one in their right mind would call me at this hour."

"Not even your girlfriend?" prodded Rachel.

"My girlfriend is in bed next to me. What do you want, Berry?"

Rachel continued her pacing. "I called to tell you that I'm out."

There was a brief pause.

"...of the closet?"

"No. Wake up, Santana."

"It's too early," she yawned.

"I'm saying I'm out. I'm done with this plan." Rachel nervously ran her fingers through her hair.

Another pause. She could hear Santana's sheets rustling as whispers were being exchanged.

"You can't back out now." Santana's voice was now echoing. Rachel would only assume she went into the bathroom so as not to disturb Brittany.

"I can't do this anymore. It's ridiculous. It was a stupid plan."

"Hey," Santana's voice boomed. "Do not knock the plan. It was genius and you know it. Besides, we've got her right where we want her. She's playing into our hands perfectly."

"This isn't a game, Santana!" Rachel's anger was starting to take hold, most likely because of the insurmountable amount of guilt that had been building up inside her.

"Geez. Calm down."

"I'm not going to calm down! I can't lie to her!" Rachel tried to keep her voice down so as not to disturb her dads.

"But she can treat you like shit?"

It was a fair question.

"She apologized for that. A lot."

"Face it, she's a bitch. And she deserves to be messed with a little bit."

"Santana, if you say one more mean thing about her, I swear to God I will come over, pull you out of your house by your perfectly styled ponytail, tie you to a chair on your front porch and make you listen to me sing the entire Evita soundtrack."

"Whoa! Calm your tits, Berry. Okay, I'm sorry. I'll stop. But before you give up on this, can I just say one thing?"

"What?"

"Look at what Quinn does to you."

Rachel stopped her pacing and switched the phone to her other ear. "What do you mean?"

"That was an impressive mix of insanity and passion. I'm impressed. See what she does to you? She brings that out of you. Do you really want to give something like that up when we're so close?"

Rachel sat down on her bed and took a few calming breaths. "You really think it's working?"

"I do," said the voice on the other end.

Rachel often found herself struggling between conflict and reason when it came to Quinn. It was almost getting to the point of being unbearable. There had to be an end in sight to this torture. Santana seemed to know what she was talking about. Rachel had never seen her be so intent on making something work like this. It was endearing. Though Santana would probably never admit it, she obviously cared about Rachel. At least in some capacity.

"Rachel, we can do this. It's just a little bit longer." Santana's voice was gentle and cajoling. "I'm going to ask you something and I need you to be honest with me. And with yourself. Do you want her?"

Rachel pondered the question. It echoed in her brain and weaved its way in and out of her head and through her entire body. Did she want Quinn Fabray? Did she even really know her? Did she want to know her? What would her answer mean? It wasn't exactly the easiest question to contemplate and she really didn't know if she wanted to admit the truth. Was she ready to deal with the ramifications?

She lay back on her bed and stretched out. Heaving a massive sigh, she answered Santana's question.

"Yes."

It was quick and quiet, but Santana heard it loud and clear.

"Then go get her."

"It's not that simple. She made it clear that she just wants to be friends. She doesn't want me."

"She does. She just doesn't know it."

Santana's words sent a surge through Rachel's body. Santana's did have a way of reading people. It was one of her many talents. Probably due to that psychic Mexican third eye she's always bragging about.

"Okay, but if we're going to keep this up, we need to make sure the ground rules stay in place. I don't know what possessed you to kiss me, but please control your carnal desires around me."

"Whoa whoa whoa. I did that as a favor to you, Berry. I gave Quinn what she needed to see. You think I actually liked kissing you? I had to go down on Brittany three times that night just to get the taste out of mouth."

Rachel winced. Did she really just say that? "I…th…that is entirely inappropriate. Does Brittany know you talk that way?"

"That's one of the reasons she loves me. Speaking of, I'm feeling cold and lonely and she's warm in my bed, so I'm gonna go. You should get some sleep, relax. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks, Santana." Rachel heard a click before she even finished talking.

Rachel tossed her phone next to her and scooted back in her bed. Her thoughts immediately turned to Quinn and the conversation they had in the auditorium. She was getting really tired of Quinn Fabray infiltrating her thoughts. She decided not to fight it anymore. She was tired of fighting. She fell back to sleep thinking of those hazel-green eyes. Those goddamn, stupid, enigmatic, intoxicating hazel-green eyes. It was the last vision in Rachel's head before slumber took over her.