A/N: Heya! Sorry about taking so long with chapter, but I tell you, real life can be a bitch sometimes. So here you go (Finally). As ever, thank you so much for your reviews. They make me happy and I re-read every single one of them when I feel the fire disappear for a while – but then it all comes back. So without further ado...

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, nor do I own the song "Unintended" by Muse.

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Chapter 7 - ...and Burn.

How could she have been so blind? So stupid? How did she not see it coming? How did she not see what was happening right in front of her?

Every time her feet pounded on the pavement, another question entered her head. Every time she exhaled, another unwanted thought crept up on her.

This wasn't happening, it simply was not happening to her.

She'd been so delusional.

Thinking it was all some ridiculous good deed when it all it was, really, it was all just a big fat lie.

In her head, she kept blaming everyone for her misfortune. She blamed Santana, because really, it had been her stupid idea that had lead to all of this. She blamed Brittany for dancing with her, but then Quinn felt guilty since – really, you couldn't blame Brittany for anything. She blamed her parents without having any good reason as to why – and she blamed Rachel. Rachel freaking Berry, with her beautiful, soft lips and her annoyingly perfect skin and lustrous hair and-

There really wasn't anyone to blame but herself.

Quinn didn't even realize she was crying until she ended up home, face-planting into her bed and discovering her pillow was wet.


"Rachel, I-"

"Schh," The brunette cut her off by capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Quinn allowed her lips to be taken prisoner and just let the brunette explore her mouth. It was wonderful, intoxicating, exhilarating.

The butterflies in her stomach were freaking out so utterly and completely, she was sure they'd burst out of their cage and leave her with a hole in her stomach. At the moment though, a potential hole in her abdomen wasn't really a concern. Rachel's tongue was playing with her own.

Without warning, Rachel's hands suddenly began to wander down her chest. Quinn sucked in a deep breath and immediately reached for Rachel's hands, stopping them effectively. She couldn't have her hands suddenly wandering down places where they... Well they were wanted, but it wouldn't... they wouldn't find what they were looking for.

The diva pulled away from Quinn, looking slightly stricken at this refusal – but Quinn just smiled, leaned in and kissed her again. Letting her hands do the walking instead.

Gently she let the tips of her fingers trace down Rachel's chest, between her breasts and let them rest briefly on her hips, drawing pictures of everything and nothing.

They continued to kiss, continued to let their tongues clash, continued to just inching ever so closer to one another. They parted for air,, but both found they hardly wanted to do that – just needing the others lips on their own for as long as possible, without interruption.

Suddenly, Rachel took control of the whole thing again, and rolled herself on top of Quinn.


The blonde cried out as she sat up in her bed, swallowing a huge lump in her throat. She was panting. She was actually panting from a dream she'd had. That had never happened before. If she had ever dreamed about her previous boyfriends, it certainly hadn't been in an intimate setting.

The blonde rolled over on her side and looked at the clock. It wasn't too early for a morning run. She really, really, needed some fresh air.


"Rachel, what are you-"

The diva placed a finger against the blonde's lips, something that effectively silenced her. The brunette repositioned herself, straddling the blonde. And at that moment, all Quinn's thoughts stopped. She was being straddled. By Rachel. By her little star. She could feel the brunette's warmth between her legs.

And her hands, her beautiful, soft, silky hands were making their way underneath her shirt and-

That really couldn't happen.

So once more, Quinn quickly grabbed a hold of Rachel's hands and flipped their position. Now she was on top, looking down at those beautiful brown eyes that had a spark in them. And they looked back, back into her own hazel ones. Quinn had seen that look before, she had seen that look in her boyfriends eyes. But she was certain there had never been lust in her own eyes – until now at least.

Quinn felt so trapped in the brunette's eyes, she was saddened when they were suddenly obscured. But then she found them again, and this time she found the diva had a slight blush to her cheeks. It wasn't until a minute later she figured out why Rachel was blushing.

She'd quickly discarded of her shirt.

Quinn was met with the beautiful upper body of the brunette. The upper body of the diva. The upper body of Rachel. Her Rachel... Her Rachel?

The blonde had to resist an urge to say 'Oh my god' several times.

Quinn couldn't resist saying it though, when Rachel grabbed the blonde's hands and let them rest just above her lacy black bra.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Quinn let her hands fall down and gently cup Rachel's breasts. A shudder went through both girls and their breathing became heavier.


This time, when Quinn woke up, it was like her whole body was on fire and she was breathing heavily. The blonde closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, attempting to will her body to calm down.

When that didn't exactly work, she turned to her clock and, once again, decided it wasn't too early for a run. She could manage, before she had to go to school.


Quinn expected Monday to be quite a hellish day, really. With her recent surge of dreams and feelings, she really didn't want to accidentally bump into the brunette. Monday meant she had to sit still and focus – something she hadn't done all weekend.

The whole weekend she'd kept herself busy, she'd cleaned, done her homework, helped her mother clean and she'd been out running every single time she had the energy and time to do it. In short, she'd been doing her best all weekend to not think about the realization she'd had Friday night.

Quinn didn't want to think about it at all. What it meant, what it could mean, what would happen. Because she knew, deep down, she knew what was true and what would happen to her.

The cheerleader shook her head and sighed. Get it together, Fabray. She closed her locker and went to class.

Classes, well, they went alright. Even though Quinn had always been a great student, she was quite certain she'd never been so focused and deeply involved in her lessons before. It had been fairly simple (Whenever her mind drifted slightly, the blonde had to chant "Get it together, Fabray, get it together Fabray" to herself. Oddly enough, it seemed to work) to keep her mind off the brunette, but that was mostly because they didn't actually share any classes today. Tomorrow, they would though.

Worry about that tomorrow. Just, get through the day, go home and go running. It'll all work out. Quinn closed her eyes and rested her head against her cool locker.

"Having an intimate moment with your locker, Q?"

The blonde turned around, recognizing the voice and sighing softly. She'd forgotten it was today the Latina came back to school. "Long weekend." She replied, smiling briefly at the two other cheerleaders in front of her. Of course, wherever the Latina went, Brittany followed and vice versa. The other blonde was usually all smiles, and Quinn had imagined she'd be nothing but happy now Santana was back in school, but Brittany looked a little... troubled. Which was somewhat unusual.

"You okay, Britt?" Quinn asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Before Santana could even open her mouth, the taller blonde had walked over and wrapped her arms around Quinn. The head cheerleader was slightly startled at first, but then again, Brittany had always been quite affectionate. But what truly startled Quinn, was when Brittany whispered softly in her ear; "Finish your dream and tell her, Q. It'll be worse if you don't."

The shorter blonde caught her breath in her throat and stood frozen. Brittany kissed her on the cheek and quickly walked over, linking her pinky with Santana's and dragging the speechless Latina along.

When they finally were completely out of sight, Quinn turned on her heel and walked off to the track. She needed to run, and she needed to do it now.


To: BarbraBerryStar

From: SkyeFitsHeaven

Subject: Hey.

Hey little star,

Can you meet me at the park tomorrow night, around 8?

xx

Skye.


Quinn wanted to be a better person. That was how the whole thing had started. She just wanted to... be a little different, be more than the head cheerleader. Be someone who could get out of Lima and not stay there, unhappily married to some random guy and just live out her life here, in this small town.

Along the way though, she'd fallen in love with someone. She hadn't expected it at all, hardly seen it coming and been completely surprised that she'd fallen for a girl.

Maybe it was just a phase though, maybe she wasn't... gay. Maybe she was just... berrysexual? Quinn wasn't sure, she had no answers. Not like that was something new. But after Brittany – of all people – had whispered to her, she'd known what she had to do.

Quinn had to tell Rachel. There was just no doubt about it. What it meant concerning her own sexuality, she could figure out later. And maybe, just maybe, if she was incredibly lucky, she could figure it out with Rachel. The girl had two gay dads, surely she would have some pretty good input.

But that would have to come later. After tonight. Tonight, she would simply tell her. She had to tell her. Get it off her chest, stop deceiving the beautiful girl and... Then what?

After Monday, the blonde had attempted to put it down in words, put down how she felt and why she had been playing pretend. Though usually quite eloquent, words had failed her. She had turned on the radio for... well, possibly to get some help or inspiration – and lo and behold, she'd found a song. A song that could at least get her started on the conversation she was going to have tonight.

Quinn wasn't going to sing to Rachel, that would be a dead give-away. Instead, she'd brought her iPod to the park and now she was sitting on one of the swings, kicking at the dirt, waiting for the diva to appear.

It took another five minutes before she caught sight of the brunette – almost immediately the butterflies started flapping about in her stomach and she smiled brightly.

Then she recalled why she had asked Rachel to meet her, and her smile faded slightly.

The brunette sat in the swing next to her, letting out a small greeting. Quinn replied with a grin, asking her how her day had been. As Rachel started to tell her about her day, Quinn could zone out a little bit and focus on the task at hand.

The blonde loved being near the diva, everything just felt right. Except for the little thing, where Quinn was pretending to be someone she wasn't. A better person would tell the truth. That's what she would do. She could do it. She could tell Rachel.

"Then Kurt and I agreed that Mr. Schuester was being completely ridiculous and out of his league. Oh, and, I can't stay too long tonight. I have quite a rigorous schedule, I do have to practice my vocal chords every night." The brunette smiled at Quinn, and the latter couldn't help but chuckle.

"That's alright, I just wanted to... There's something I need to tell you, Rachel." Quinn took in a deep sigh and looked down at the ground. "I... You know, before I met you," Quinn said, raising her head to look at Rachel, her eyes locking with the chocolate orbs, "I had a couple of... I'd call them bad relationships, I guess, I never really felt anything for them. It wasn't like I was heads over heels in love. It's... It wasn't at all how I feel about you. Whenever I see you, Rach, I..." The blonde reached out her hand and took Rachel's in her own.

The diva bit her bottom lip and Quinn continued, "My skin freaking hums when you're around, that's how much I feel when you're near me, Rach. But I... I know how much you love music and singing, and, I'm not gonna sing for you, but I'd like you to listen to this. Like, really listen."

The blonde pulled out her iPod and handed it over to Rachel. The diva quirked an eyebrow, but she couldn't help but smile at the action. She put in the ear buds and pressed play. Quinn saw her smile as she recognized the song.

"You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love
,"

Quinn kept her eyes on Rachel as she heard the song. She watched every facial expression, how she smiled, how peaceful she looked when her eyes closed, how her eyes glistened slightly as a tear made it's way down her cheek.

"I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you,"

The diva blushed, and Quinn guessed where she was at. She kept smiling. Meaning every word of the song. It had been quite lucky it had come on the radio, really, she wasn't sure she could have ever put it better than this song did.

"You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended

You should be the one I'll always love

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before,"

Tears were now rolling down freely on the diva's cheeks, Quinn had to keep her own at bay. She really didn't want to tell Rachel. But she had to. She had to.

"I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

Before you."

Rachel wiped her tears away, swallowing a lump before she looked over at the boy for a night. "Is... is this how you really feel?"

Quinn nodded. "Yeah, I-"

But Rachel held up her hand to silence the blonde, and continued herself. "For the longest time, I wanted a magical relationship. Like the ones you see in the movies, the magical spark they have, the love at first sight kind of ones. I found a boy at my school and I thought he had the potential to be that dream boyfriend – but it didn't take too long to realize that he wasn't it. I mean, he was very sweet for a long time, but he wasn't... He wasn't my male lead." At this, the brunette reached out and grabbed Quinn's hands, stroking them softly.

Quinn almost flinched and took her hands back, she needed Rachel to stop talking. She had to stop talking, she couldn't be saying these things. In her mind, she was practically begging the brunette to stop – she wasn't sure she could go through with this if she didn't stop saying these things. But she couldn't open her mouth, it felt like it had been glued together, because she wanted to hear what Rachel had to say.

"But you... I know this is still quite new, but I feel... I feel a special connection to you, Skye. Like this was meant to happen, like you were meant to be that... magical guy for me. After Finn, I... I never gave up on finding anyone, but I never thought I would find someone special in high school, so... I... I guess I think you could be my unintended, too."

Her throat was dry. She couldn't speak. But she needed to. She needed to tell her. And break her heart? Break her dreams? She had to! This was a lie! Finally, Quinn opened her mouth to speak.

But no words ever came out. Instead, they kissed. Fireworks went off again. The butterflies went crazy. Everything felt right...

Quinn never did tell Rachel that night. They ended up kissing, hardly saying anything other than goodbye. Their eyes never left one another.

What they didn't know though, was that another set of eyes had been watching them for a good while.


Never in her life had Quinn thought she could be so fascinated by breasts. But she was. There was something so amazing about them. She cupped them softly, kneaded them slightly, and kissed them over the bra.

And Rachel responded.

She really responded.

The diva would let out soft sighs, small moans and buck her hips in pleasure. It edged Quinn on, and soon the blonde wished that the little piece of fabric would stop hindering her progress. But it was too soon, she knew that.

But Rachel's hands started roaming again, and she found her new found love for the two mounds of fresh had to take a back seat to stop the hands that tugged at the hems of her shirt.

"Rachel, stop, don't-"

"Stop worrying, Quinn. I know."

The cheerleader froze. "Y-You... What did you call me?"

"I know you're not a guy, Quinn. I know you've been pretending. But it's okay. Because I know." And with that, the brunette raised her knee slightly – hitting the spot that would've been terrible for a guy, but for a girl – it was heaven.


When Quinn woke up, she could feel a pool of pleasure between her thighs. She swallowed and looked at the clock. Enough time to take a shower and then go running.


The head cheerleader had been lost in thought at her locker, when she felt someone standing next to her. Turning her head, she was slightly surprised to see Santana – alone, without Brittany along. Even more surprise came her way as the Latina opened her mouth. "What the hell are you doing, Q?"

"Excuse me?"

"What were you doing last night?"

Quinn kept her cool. "I'm not sure that's any of your business, S."

The Latina sneered. "Maybe not, Q, but imagine my surprise, when last night I found myself walking through the park, suddenly seeing the dwarf macking with some guy I'd never seen before." The color slowly drained from Quinn's face as Santana went on, "After I was done being disgusted, I was intrigued. Who in their right mind would make out with the annoying man-hands? So I took a closer look, Q, and color me surprised!"

The Latina stepped closer to Quinn, completely white in the face and looking like someone who was on the verge of passing out, but the other cheerleader continued, "I recognized the clothes. So I'm asking you again, Q- Or should I call you Quinton? What the hell are you doing?"

"Santana, I-"

The Latina shut her up by giving her a look that was so resentful, Quinn wasn't sure she could have topped it. "You, better than anyone, know that I don't care at all for that midget. If the earth would open up and swallow her whole, I wouldn't care. I'd probably celebrate, but Quinton, what the fuck? There's humiliation and then there's being downright cruel."

"It's... I... It's not what it looks like." Quinn said weakly, hanging her head. She could have told Santana to get out of her face, she could have told her so many things, but in that moment she couldn't – she knew the Latina was right. She was right, and there a certain sense of relief in knowing that someone else knew. What she was doing was cruel, she had tried to tell her but... Rachel... "I know, I know! This... Whatever it is, it started that night, with the bet, you remember? That's how it started. I don't know how or... or why, but I... Santana, I feel like-"

"I don't wanna hear about your feelings or what the fuck ever, Quinton, you know I don't swing that way. But damn, I'm a cruel bitch and even I wouldn't do shit like that."

Quinn clenched her fists and let out a groan of displeasure, raising her head to glare at the Latina. "I tried to tell her, but..."

"Then fucking try harder! Make a fucking power-point presentation, because whatever the hell you gots going on, it's sick and-"

"Make a what?"

Santana blinked at the interruption. Then rolled her eyes. "Surely you know what a power-point presentation is, Quinton. The hobbit like, lives and breathes for them. Uses them for everything."

And just like that – Quinn had an idea. She snapped her fingers, looking back at Santana. "The pictures. You took pictures that night, didn't you?" She wouldn't make a power-point presentation – that would just be sick – but pictures. She couldn't tell her, but she could show her.

The Latina looked confused. "Yeah, I did. Kept them for, you know, possible blackmail."

"Send them to me? I could-"

"Don't you dare actually making a power-point presentation. That would just be sick."

"Just send me the pictures, I'm not crazy."

The Latina snorted. "On the contrary..." Quinn muttered angrily, but the Latina rolled her eyes and took out her phone, scrolling through her pictures until she found the ones she took that night. There was a rather revealing one where Quinn stood in the middle of the room, sticking out her tongue at her reflection in the mirror – wearing nothing but jeans and ace-wrap around her torso.

"Just, send it to my phone, S."

The Latina nodded, working on it, but she was interrupted by a harsh laugh. "Send what to your phone, Fabray? Some of Santana's hot sexts?"

"I wanna read me some of those, Puck says they're smoking!" Azimio added, laughing.

Santana growled, she actually growled, "Fuck off, losers. Go back to your caves and grunt."

Karofsky snorted and for once, he was quite quick. He slapped the Latina's hands upwards, causing her to loose her grip of her phone. It flew through the air before Azimio caught it, laughing triumphantly. The surrounding jocks were laughing along as well, until Santana tackled Karofsky to the ground.

"Holy shit! What the fuck is this?" One of the jocks exclaimed as they were looking through the photos on the cheerleader's phone, seemingly not bothered too much by the fact a skinny girl had just tackled on of their teammates.

"You some kinda tranny, Fabray?"

Quinn had seen it all happen in slow-motion. She'd been frozen in place, unable to speak, act, do anything. But when the random jock uttered that question – she snapped. Feeling incredibly angry, she joined the fray, throwing herself at the jock, wanting to scratch his eyes out.

"There's more! Oh my god, you gotta send those to me, dude."

"Give it back, fucking meat-head!"

"What is going on here? Guys! GUYS! Break it up!"


The fight had been broken up eventually and luckily, no one had been harmed too greatly. Most of the jocks had gotten a couple of scratches, but nothing severely had happened to anyone, not even the girls. They would probably get a few bruises, but... That didn't really matter.

The damage had been done.

Quinn hoped, she truly hoped, and she prayed all through Spanish class, that the jocks wouldn't make too big a deal out of it. She wasn't worried about the detention they had all earned, she wasn't worried about the blue bruises she'd probably get, all she thought about was those damn pictures. She prayed. So hard.

But it was all for nothing.

When the bell rang and they stepped out of class, the pictures met her. Poster-sized pictures of her various stages of 'transformation'. Her heart sank, she had no color left, her blood ran cold.

"No... Oh no no no no no..."

Everything stopped.

When she spotted a brunette in the crowd in front of the pictures, she was pretty sure she'd stopped breathing.

She didn't hear the laughter.

She didn't hear the name-calling that had already started.

She didn't hear anything.

All she saw was that brunette look at the pictures. Saw how her face turned from curiosity into a grimace, then she saw the tears.

Rachel Barbra Berry had been teased all throughout high school. But she had never been broken. She had always walked away with her head held high.

But not today.

Today she ran, away from the crowd, she ran. And she cried. Quinn finally heard something – the heartbroken sobs from Rachel.

No one had ever broken her. Until today. It was all Quinn's doing.

And the blonde? She blacked out.


A/N 2nd: Ahhh! Now what? ;p We'll see!

Well a second note, because as said, real life is a bitch. Not to worry, I will be continuing this and finishing it (I pretty much got the ending down, just need some of the filler now) but updates will most likely be slow. Also, to answer a commonly asked question;

No, Rachel doesn't know it's Quinn. There's an explanation in the next chapter, which will have more Rachel and her thoughts and feelings. Obviously 'Skye' is very feminine in general and... Well, more explanation on that, I promise you. In any case, I do hope you enjoyed. The ending is a little rushed, and I am sorry, but if I hadn't done that, I'm not sure when I would have had the fire to finish this chapter (It was kinda rough to write.) See you next time!