A/N: why hello! sorry for the very late update, but thats just how it is. my laptop is a giant wad of fuckery and theres no fixing that issue :/ but here i am! i hoped you enjoyed the last chapter. i tryed to make it as long as possible. another update, the faberry romance could take a few chapters to develop. i cant stand fics where they immediately fall in love and move to new york together... although i just read 'I'll Be' and its probably bestseller material. no doubt, check it out. anyway...sorry for the long AN but here's the next chapter of Open to New Things. enjoy! r&r

RACHEL'S POV

I could seriously get used to this. I'm getting all the attention I crave, tons of [fake] friends, and I feel great about myself. Yesterday after Noah left I realized just how much I gained from just a little change in wardrobe and attitude. I would have done this a long time ago if I knew this would happen.

As I walk to my locker before first period, I receive smiles and waves from the people who I used to receive slushy facials from. There's still a longing for revenge, but I swallow it and wave back at them. I don't want to turn into what they are.

When I arrive to my AP Earth Science class, I notice there's only one seat left. I smile at the seat, for it's the one next to Santana. Remembering my conversation with Noah last night, I decide to put on the Berry charm and have a little fun.When I set down my things next to the Latina, her head snaps in my direction before giving me a dark smile. "Sup, babe. Come back for more?"

God she's so hot. "Um, no I came for class... but I guess I wouldn't be opposed to more..." I say completely forgetting about what the teacher has to say. "I suppose it depends on what more is," I whisper in her ear. I can see her blush despite for a moment despite her dark skin. She turns to me to reply, but the teacher cuts in, "Girls, anything you care to share? It must be more important than reviewing the hydrosphere if it interrupts my class."

Santana's face turns blank for a moment and I can tell she wasn't prepared to be outed even though everybody already knew about her and Brittany. I use my quick wits and direct back to Mr. Tera, "She was just confused on the topic and I offered if she wanted to come to my place after school to study. Completely class-related." He seems pleased with my answer and he turns back to the board. I see a small note laying on my book and I pick it up to read it.

Hey, thanks for that. I totally blanked! So, your place after school? What exactly do you have planned? ;)

I smirk and write out my reply, No prob. And I didn't exactly plan on inviting you over, so I don't have anything planned... but that doesn't mean we can't come up with something... ;)

Her face when she reads my note turns flirty, "Of course, guapo."

A heat passes through me and ends up at my core. Goodness, she's so sexy when she speaks Spanish. Did I ever tell you how sexy you sound when you speak Spanish?

Yea, B tells me that all the time. :)

I stop short. What am I doing? I'm not some mistress cheater. Umm... yea what about B? I'm not gonna let you cheat on her.

We're not officially dating. She won't mind. And maybe she'll want to come too? We can make it worth your while. ;*

Well in that case, be at my house at 3:00. I pass the note over to her and she gives me a wink and a nod. I swear she could go far in life just by doing that. The bell rings and I go to my locker to put away my stuff from science. The rest of the day is pretty uneventful, aside from the rush I get from people smiling at me, and actually acknowledging my presence. I still haven't gotten any slushies besides the one from Quinn. But I don't really think that counts. She is my friend now.

My last hour of the day is glee club. Lately I've been really excited to go, now that everybody actually respects me, and doesn't find me that annoying.

QUINN'S POV

I'm the first one to glee. It doesn't really surprise me, I've always liked to just sit in the choir room and doodle. It's a nice place to think, it always relaxes me. My solace is interrupted by the squeal I hear far too often from Brittany, and the voice of Santana saying, "I'm glad you're happy, B. I told you I could get her for you. We're meeting with her like an hour after school, okay?"

Hmm. Get who? They walk into the choir room and sit down in the front row, right in front of me. Not long after that, the rest of the kids file into their seats, and only Rachel has yet to make an appearance.

I hope she shows up soon. I was planning on asking her to hang out after school again. About a minute later, she walks in the door. She makes a beeline to sit next to me, right behind Santana. "Hey Rach."

"Hi, Quinn! how was your da-"

Mr. Shue walks in the door with a loud clap...as always. "Alright gang! How's it going?" There are some cheers and mumbles through the group and that seems to please him for his answer. "Ok, so I know I originally said this assignment wouldn't involve singing, but then I thought, it's glee! So, by the end of next week, you should be able to sing a duet with your partner, expressing something new you've learned about them." Some of the kids look awkwardly at their partner, and Puck gives Artie a fistbump. "Come on guys! This will be fun. I promise. With that being said, meeting adjourned!" Everybody got up from their seats to head to their cars.

"Hey Rach, wait up."

"Hey Quinn, how can I be of service?" I shake my head because her vocabulary is so funny sometimes.

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out again after school. And maybe we could look through some song choices for our new assignment?"

She looks hesitant for a moment, then she looks kind of disappointed. "I'm sorry Quinn, I have plans already with Brittany and Santana..."

Brittany and Santana? The same people who asked her for a threesome just yesterday? Was Rachel who Santana was talking to Brittany about? What did she mean by 'I got her for you'? I'm turning slightly worried for her. "What are you doing with them? Last time I checked, a certain Latina was asking you to have sex with her. You're not having sex with them right?"

"Quinn what's going on? I can handle hanging out with a few friends without having sex with them."

She's taking this the wrong way! "No, I didn't mean that! I just want you to be careful."

"Well, thank you for your concern, Quinn. But I'll text you later later okay? See you tomorrow."

She walks away and I look back at her descending figure. What happened to the same girl who wouldn't have sex until twenty-five? Maybe she isn't going to sleep with them. But Santana is one of the most manipulative people I have ever met. Yes, she's my friend, but it's true. I just don't want Rachel to get hurt. She shouldn't give up her virginity for just a hookup. Wait- is she still a virgin? This thought sends my stomach dropping straight to my feet. What if she wasn't still a virgin? If she wasn't who did she give it to? I'm starting to feel very sick. I head towards the nearest bathroom and stand over the sink, breathing heavily. Why do I care so much? It's her business who she sleeps with, not mine. It's just because I'm her friend and I care about her. That's all. But why do I still feel so sick and...angry? Just then I hear the bathroom door open. "Puck, what are you doing in here? This is the girls bathroom."

"It's okay. Don't you remember that I drilled a hole in here to make sure no one was going? I'm not a perv."

"Yes, you are."

He smirks at me, "Okay, I'll give you that one. But what's wrong? I saw you walk in here after Rachel walked away. You looked kinda green."

I sigh. Puck really is a great guy. He would have made a good dad if Beth was around. "It's nothing. I'm just a little worried."

"Now, I know Quinn Fabray. You seem really down about whatever this is. Tell me."

I silently curse Puck's ability to read me so well. "It's just... Rachel left with Santana and Britt. I think they're going to try and get with her."

His eyes buldge out of his head. "Jesus! I told her it would be fine to flirt with them, not sleep them!" he slurs under his breath. "But.. I trust her. She told me that she values sex. She wants to make her first time with a girl special. I don't think she'll have sex with them...no matter how lucky she is to have the opportunity."

I slap his arm. "Puck, snap out of it! What do you mean 'first time with a girl'? Did she already lose her virginity?"

He looks down at the floor and scratches the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah. Don't tell her I told you this, but her and I did it over the summer. She said she wanted to solidify her attraction to girls. At first I refused, I promise. I didn't want her to lose it like that, ya know? But she seemed really sure about it. But don't worry, I made it special for her. I swear."

In the beginning of his confession, I was seeing red. How dare he? But as I listened, I calmed down a little. At least he had the heart to refuse and then make it special. But the notion that she lost it to someone she doesn't love and for such a careless reason makes me on edge. "What makes you think that she won't have sex with those two? She slept with you for almost no reason! What makes you think she won't do it again?"

"Quinn, calm down. I don't think she'll let it get that far with them. Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course." I sigh.

"She won't do it with them because she has this weird crush on you. You were the reason why we slept together in the first place. Don't let this affect your friendship with her though. She seems really happy around you, and I don't want you to hurt her because I'm an idiot and I told you. So calm down okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now I gotta go find a hot cougar to take to Jerry's party on Saturday. Don't say anything, remember?" I nod. "Okay. Quinn, I'll see you around."

He leaves the bathroom and I'm left standing there, thinking about the bombs he just dropped on me. Rachel lost her virginity to Puck, just like me. Okay. Well at least now she isn't going to give it up to Santana or Brittany. Rachel likes me. Rachel likes me. It honestly doesn't bother me as much as it should, but it does mean that I'll have to be more careful about possibly leading her on. I don't want her to be heartbroken or anything. It's also a little cute how she probably won't sleep with anyone because she has feelings for me. I smile because now I don't really have to worry about her.

RACHEL'S POV

I hit the bed with a soft thud. Brittany crawls on top of me and starts to trail kisses along the line of my jaw, and I sigh and lean my head back for her to have more access. When I feel her softly sucking on the skin below my earlobe, I let out a moan. It feels so good to be touched like this after such a long time. Brittany giggles at my reaction and pulls me up further. Brittany continues to soothe the mark she surely made with her tongue, while Santana wraps her arm around my waist and kisses me fiercely. For a moment it feels like sensory overload, but the feeling is overshadowed by my growing arousal. Santana runs her tongue along the length of my bottom lip as her way of asking for access, and I grant it this time. Her mouth moves against mine as her tongue expertly slides against the roof of my mouth and massages my own. It's obvious she's had plenty of practice with this because the sensation is close to heavenly. The added pleasure of Brittany continuing her way down my neck doesn't help much. It is becoming harder and harder to focus on kissing Santana while Brittany is doing... this thing with her lips against my skin. She isn't sucking, but she isn't biting either, and it feels amazing.

"Mine." I hear grumbled harshly near my mouth. Santana gets up off me and grabs Brittany at the collar of her shirt, and begins to in a word, devour, Brittany. They both moan and grab blindly at each others' clothes. I look at them with an awe-inspired blank face and see Santana massage Brittany's breasts with both hands over the shirt. This is surely the most erotic thing I've witnessed yet. I whimper at the sight in front of me and grab my own breast. I mimic the actions that Santana gives to the blonde girl. When I see the Latina pinch Bittany's nipples and roll them over the shirt, I do exactly the same. The wetness between grows and I close my eyes to revel in the feeling.

"Let me help you with that..." Santana whispers against the rim of my ear. She starts to softly suck on my earlobe as her hands skirts up my stomach almost reaching it's destination. The skin on skin contact causes my back to arch off the bed and gasp. I feel her fingertips brush up against the bottom of my bra and her thumb lightly rubbing circles over my nipples. My breathing gets heavier and there's a puddle of wetness in my panties. Brittany begins to grope at my other breast and lick a path up my throat to my jawbone. She then leans up and takes my lower lip between her teeth, and bites down softly. I groan at the feelings of their hands and mouths against my body. Santana just pinches my nipple over the bra when I gasp out, "Quinn!"

All movement stops for a moment before they both sit up and Santana speaks. "So, you've got a thing for Quinn?" she asks without one hint of surprise in her voice.

"Are you mad?" I ask. I am simply, overbearingly, immensely, embarassed by what just happened. I just gasped out my friend's name during that. Out loud.

"Why would I be mad? That you've got feelings for my girl Q, or that you totally just killed the mood?"

"Both."

"Well first of all, Quinn is like the biggest pressed lemon to ever walk the earth. You're just what she needs. And I couldn't get mad at you either for liking her. You don't need eyes to know that Q is totally hot," next to her, Brittany just nods. "and it's embarrassingly obvious that you like her after what I just heard. On the other hand, I'm not mad that you killed that you killed the mood because I gots B for hat later." she says with a sultry glance towards Brittany. She just winks.

"What do you mean that Quinn is a pressed lemon? You think she might be gay too?"

Brittany steps in, "Totally. I have like, the best gaydar ever, and I can tell you right now that Quinn is one hundred percent unicorn. You just really have to make her admit it. The way she was raised, no way she's going to admit it openly without a little push."

My heart soars at her words. In all the time I've known the bubbly blonde, she's never been wrong on reading someone. It's almost freaky. "Do you really think so?"

They both just nod their heads enthusiastically. I can tell this is the beginning of a very weird friendship.

Santana steps up again, "Now. We gonna make a plan to get your girl or not?"

QUINN'S POV

It's been about an hour since three o'cock, the time that Santana said that they would meet with Rachel. With each passing minute without some form of reassurance, I get more worried. Rachel said she would text me later, right? How much later is 'later'? After she gets done fucking Santana and Brittany? After crying because Santana hurt her? After she realizes what a huge mistake she's making?

My panics end when my phone lights up from a text message.

Hey there :) -R

I jump at the chance to respond with lightning speed, Hey! whts up?-Q

oh nothing, san and britt are still here...making out on my couch... :/ -R

I smile at the text because it's exactly what they would do when we were alone pretty much anywhere. omg! lol i figured. thats all they do. tell them i said hi! what did you guys do?-Q

oh not much. They both tried to tried to make out wth me, and who am i to deny? ;) but it didnt get far. I couldnt do it, too caught up on someone else...-R

I'm greatly relieved by her message. She didn't sleep with them. However, I still have this sick feeling of anyone touching Rachel, for some reason. I look at the text and analyze it. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that Rachel is flirting with me. A winky face and 'too caught up on someone else'? I can't help but flirt back, despite the little voice in the back of my head saying, 'Stop leading her on! QUINN STOP IT!' thats good. :) and who is this 'someone else' if i may ask? ;) -Q

RACHEL'S POV

"Brittany! Get off San and get over here! I have a question." The blonde detatches herself from Santana's face and jogs over to me, "Is she flirting? She sent a winky face. A winky face! And! she said, 'thats good'. She said it was good that I didn't have sex with you guys! That's a sign right?"

Brittany looks at the text, "Oh yea. She's totally flirting. Just be all mysterious and say, 'oh no one...'. She'll get all worked up." I nod and reply, Oh no one... -R

omg! whoooo?! -Q

I laugh because it's exactly what Brittany predicted. i cant tell u! anyway.. ;) whats up with u?-R

ugghh... im not doing anything. just doing homework and stuff.-Q

"Bullshit! I have all my classes with Quinn and we didn't have any homwork. She's totally just pacing her room obsessing over you." says Santana over my shoulder. I smirk and write out my response, oh really? cuz Santana says u didn't have any homework today? how strange is that? ;) -R

uhhh i guess pretty strange?-Q

lol no need to freak out. but now i actually have homework to do other than someon i know... ill talk to you tomorrow. -xoR

lol. bye hun.-Q

"Guys! Come here and look at this conversation! I think she's flirting again!" I singsonged. They both stand behind me looking at my phone and smile.

"Good going, Virgin Berry! You totally got her going. Just keep up with the flirty attitude for a while and you'll have her crawling into your hand. And I promise I won't tell her about you screaming her name while I was squeezing your boobs."

"Oh San, the way you talk..." That's all Brittany had to say to get them making out in the corner again.

I go to bed that night with a hopeful smile and dreams of Quinn Fabray.. once again.

A/N: alright guys! a little shorter chap, but neccessary. i really hoped you liked the chapter. including the almost sex... let me know your suggestions and until next time.. r&r! luv ya byeee.