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It seemed that Quinn spent 85% of her time with Jesse. She didn't plan to spend most of her summer with him, it just sort of happened. Whenever she was feeling bored, lonely or just didn't want to be home, she would drive to Carmel and find Jesse either at his house of Shelby's.

He had been taking her through his collection of movie musical. Every time they couldn't think of anything to do, she would go through his DVD collection and pick one out. She was shocked to find that she didn't hate them as much as she expected.

She cried during Rent, laughed through On the Town and Kiss me Kate and enjoyed The Rocky Horror Picture Show, West Side Story and My Fair Lady. But her absolute favorites were the Fred and Ginger movies. Even though the plots didn't differ much, the dancing was always spectacular and they were so much fun.

They were sitting together on Jesse's couch watching Top Hat. He had his arm around her and she knew she should say something about it but didn't want to. And she knew it would only get worse from there. He'd gotten into this bad habit of kissing her good night and she'd gotten into this bad habit of letting him. She was also guilty of kissing him back.

What had happened to her? She was always in control, well except that one time with Puck and look where that had gotten her. There was just something about Jesse, he made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. She never kissed him and thought "I shouldn't be doing this" although those feelings would set in later when she was home and reflect back on it. But it never occurred to her when they were actually kissing. In fact now it would be weird if he didn't kiss her.

The only problem was it could lead to kissing other times. She spent a fair amount of time thinking about kissing him. Sometimes when they were together she would catch herself staring at his lips. All she could do was hope he hadn't noticed.

"Do you want something?" Jesse whispered.

Quinn looked over at him and started to panic. Did he know she had been thinking of kissing him?

"Something to drink? Maybe some popcorn?" he clarified when she didn't answer.

"Sure, sounds good." She said relieved.

"Be right back." He said gently removing his arm from around her and standing.

She covered her face with her hands and took a few breaths before running her fingers through her hair. She could hear the microwave going and wondered if she should bolt before the popcorn was done. It would be easy enough and then she would just have to avoid him until he left for college.

The only problem was the thought of going back to how her summer was before Jesse made her nauseous. Those parties were so dull and standing around drinking all night with people she didn't even really like was not her idea of fun. It wasn't like Mercedes was likely to call after the other night. So what were her options? Split her time between her mom and the gym?

And it wasn't as if she was only hanging out with Jesse because she had no other options. She was surprised to find she actually enjoyed his company. If only she could keep things from getting physical then she would be fine. Why couldn't things just stay the way they were?

They shouldn't have kissed. Kissing opened the door to everything else. It was hard to stay friends after you'd kissed each other. Now if she could just get her mind on something else, she would be all set.

"Here we go." Jesse said bringing a giant bowl of popcorn and two diet sodas.

"Thank you." She said taking one of the sodas and opening it.

She did her best to focus on the screen but her hand kept touching his as they both reached for popcorn. It happened over and over again to the point where she thought he was probably doing it on purpose. She considered asking him to stop but that seemed so bitchy. After all, how did she know it wasn't just a coincidence?

The only reason she was panicking was because she didn't want to lose control again. But so what if he was touching his hand against hers? It wasn't like he had tried to get in her pants…yet. All they'd done was innocent PG rated stuff. There were Disney princesses that had gone farther than she had.

"Do you want something stronger?" he asked breaking the silence.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked intrigued.

"My parents have a pretty extensive liquor cabinet."

"They won't mind?"

"By the time they notice I'll be at school." He reasoned.

"Alright then." She said and instantly regretted it. Who knew what would happen is she lost her inhibitions? If there was one thing she knew about herself, it was that she did not make good decisions when drunk. What if she drank too much and ended up sleeping with him? They were already touching and kissing. She could imagine exactly what would happen if she let her guard down.

Jesse came back with a bottle of Black Velvet and two shot gladded. She stared at the large bottle of brown liquid and wondered if she was up for it. The best thing to do was to be straightforward with him.

"I'm not having sex with you tonight." She informed him.

"Ok…" he answered looking slightly puzzled.

"It's not a comment about you. I'm just not having sex with anyone right now."

"Why are you telling me all this?" he asked looking at her like she was slightly crazy.

"In case you were hoping that was were the evening would take us."

"Quinn, I'm not trying to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you. I'm not that kind of guy and I'm not that desperate." He said grinning bemusedly.

"Good." She said sighing in relief.

Quinn had never been so drunk before. She was lying on the floor and felt like she couldn't move even if she wanted to. If felt like her brain was swimming in alcohol and she couldn't stop giggling. Jesse was lying with his head on her stomach. She kept running her fingers through his hair loving how soft it was.

"Do you want to go swimming?" he asked interrupting her giggling.

"Yes!" she said as if it was the best idea she'd ever heard.

He got up using the couch for support and then grabbed her hands and lifted her to her feet. It happened so fast she got a head rush and lost her balance. Luckily he caught her while she fell into another fit of giggles and rested her head on his shoulder.

He took her hand in his, put his other hand on her waist and began to slow dance with her, just like Fred and Ginger. They danced around the living room until they both were so dizzy they had to stop.

"What happened to swimming?" she asked even though she was enjoying just standing there with his arms around her.

"Let's go." He said dropping everything but her hand and leading her through the house to the back porch.

The pool looked beautiful in the moonlight, so inviting. Quinn instantly started to undress until she was down to her bra and panties. She looked over at Jesse who was doing the same until he was just in his boxers.

She stared at his body for a moment and then had to look away. She could feel her face getting flushed. His muscles were toned and well defined and his arms were muscular but not too big.

It made her feel self-conscious. Did she look fat? She hadn't been going to the gym as often and she hoped it didn't show. The best thing to do would be to get in the water as soon as possible so he wouldn't see how bad she looked.

She dove in and felt the water rushing past her as she resurfaced. The water was so nice, it was exactly what she needed. She went underwater again and stayed under as long as she could.

Jesse was doing a few laps so she floated on her back and stared up at the stars. While lost in them, he came over and tickled her sides.

"Hey!" she yelled standing and splashing water at him as he moved away.

"Sorry." He replied laughing.

"You think this is funny?" she asked putting her hands on her hips in annoyance.

"Definitely."

"Oh really?" she asked slowly moving towards him.

"Really." He nodded.

He took off swimming and she did her best to chase him. It wasn't long before he gave up and started to chase her. She swam with all her might towards the stairs, feeling a rush go through her and she had almost made it when he cornered her.

"Got you." He said triumphantly. She was up against the wall with his hands on either side blocking her in.

She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge. In fact he smirked at her sorry attempt to get free. "So now what?" she asked in exasperation.

"Now you have to earn your freedom." He said grinning impishly.

"How?"

"Kiss me." He commanded but it sounded more like a request.

She looked at him for moment and wondered if it was the best idea especially when she was drunk. She also didn't appreciate being ordered around. But his face told her he was being playful, it's not like he wouldn't let her go if she really asked.

The only problem was she wanted to kiss him. She wanted it badly. Her hands were still on his chest and she could feel his muscles and they were perfect. So instead of fighting it, she leaned in and kissed him.

It wasn't long before her hands were wrapped around him and he had moved closer so their bodies were pressed together. His lips moved down to her neck and her whole body seemed to heat up in an instant. Her head tilted upwards "Oh God." She sighed with pleasure.

"We should stop before things go too far." She said getting her head back.

"You're right." He said removing his lips from her skin. He gently tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and as he did his thumb gently caressed her cheek. "You're so gorgeous." He said staring at her, the intensity of it overwhelming her to the point that she had to look away.

"I should go." She said heading for the stairs.

"Did I say something wrong?" she asked concerned.

"No, in fact you've done everything right. It's just that I don't trust myself around you."

"Why don't you trust me then?" he asked pulling himself out of the pool. "I'll keep things tame."

"That's sweet but it's late and tonight was so great. I just don't want to wake up with any regrets."

"I still don't want you driving home. You've had a lot to drink." He reasoned.

"Fine." She agreed since she was having trouble standing.

"Come on." He said slipping his arm around her and together they went inside.

A few moments later Quinn was standing in his bathroom with some clothes he had given her to sleep in. After wrapping her hair up in a towel she peeled off her wet underwear and quickly dried herself off before putting his clothes on.

She wondered if she should insist on sleeping on the couch or something. Maybe they had a guest bedroom or something. But Jesse had agreed nothing would happen. She had to trust him on that or she would never trust him with anything else.

Undoing the towel from her hair, she ran her fingers through it a few times and then looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look too bad, she thought, although she was a little uncomfortable without a bra now that her boobs were bigger from the pregnancy. But she couldn't worry about that. Instead she left the bathroom and found her way into Jesse's room.

His bed was definitely big enough for the two of them so there were no worries there. He was already in bed facing the away from her. She assumed it was to help make her more comfortable. When she got into the bed, she felt him move further away to give her room. She found that it annoyed her. What was the point of sleeping in his bed if he was going to retreat into himself?

She moved over to him, grabbed his arm that was furthest away and pulled it so he had to roll over and then she placed it around her. She laced her fingers through his and enjoyed the feeling of his body against hers. He put his cheek so it was touching hers and she closed her eyes to savor the feeling. And she was still in his embrace when she drifted off to sleep.