Quinn walked into school that Monday with two things on her mind: Rachel and Finn. One because she couldn't stop thinking about the diva no matter how hard she tried (and it didn't really bother her at all) and two because she was still jealous.

'Do not kick Finn in the face. Do not kick Finn in the face. Do not kick Finn in the face! C'mon Fabray, keep your emotions in control!'

"Hi, Quinn!" Rachel said approaching the blonde who was taking books out of her locker.

It was weird for Quinn. She wanted to kiss her in greeting. She wanted to hold her hand as they walked down the hallway. But she couldn't. It felt weird not being able to. It should have been an accustomed feeling but her world was flipped upside down. Instead of barely acknowledging the girl, she basically wanted to jump her in the hallway.

Quinn leaned over to Rachel to voice her opinion, trying not to get too close as eyes were always on Quinn Fabray.

"This is so weird," she whispered.

Rachel nodded and gave a sad smile. But they had agreed to take this slow and slow would not be having a coming out party in the middle of the hallway spurred on by their incapability to keep their hands to themselves.

"I know. It's quite difficult not to...to touch you, for lack of a better term," Rachel blushed at the way her sentence came out.

"Hey Rach!" The girls heard a voice coming from the end of the hall.

Quinn decided then and there that she didn't want anyone else calling her Rach. That was now her thing. It sounded weird escaping anyone else's lips.

"Oh...hi Finn," Rachel said barely looking at the tall boy.

The head cheerleader began shooting daggers at him...which he missed of course.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He looked sheepish.

"Finn, as Santana viciously worded," she began with a slight wince at the remembrance of Santana's text message. "I do not wish to speak to you. I do not wish to rekindle any sort of romantic relationship with you. And although it's none of your business, I remember her telling you I was currently with someone else. I no longer harbor any more feelings towards you, romantic or not. In fact, I am not even sure I still want to be your friend. Until you can right your wrong, I just think you should keep your distance."

Really, with the way Quinn had been looking at him, it was for his own safety. But at this point Quinn looked like she was about to laugh. Rachel would have to scold her later for it.

Finn didn't move. He barely looked like he was breathing.

"I do apologize, Finn. I don't meant to be so harsh, but you have to accept this and move on," she finished before turning on her heel and swiftly walking away.

She was all about exits and she thought hers was flawless until she realized she left her girlfriend with Finn. She immediately turned around, grabbed Quinn's hand and dragged her off to their first class. She was just lucky at this point that they shared first hour.

Sadly, they also shared that class with none other than Jacob Ben Israel. He had a habit of sitting directly behind Rachel and staring at the back of her head the entire class, sometimes sighing with hope that someday Rachel would reciprocate his love.

It completely grossed Rachel out. She knew she'd have to endure fans in her future but she was sure none would ever be this... dedicated to an obsession.

"Hello, Rachel Berry," he greeted her as he entered the room.

Rachel simply rolled her eyes before looking at Quinn who looked as though Jacob physically disturbed her.

"Have you thought any more about my proposition?" He asked, approaching his usual seat.

Quinn grabbed her bag from the floor next to her and set it on the seat of his desk, marking it as hers.

Jacob would have ignored the claim had anyone else done it, but this was Quinn Fabray. He sat behind a random student who was seated to Rachel's left.

Quinn was her savior.


"Proposition? You basically just asked for another pair of my underwear."

Jacob smirked in response.

"Rachel. My sweet Rachel," he said eying her up.

Quinn growled, silently wishing he'd burst into flames. It wasn't even completely because of Rachel. She kind of always wished he'd burst into flames.

"I'm not giving you anything, Jacob. Not my underwear, not a strand of my hair, nothing!"

He shifted in his seat with a grin on his face.

"Then you will pay the consequence."

Rachel rolled her eyes again. This kid was becoming a serious pain in her perfect ass.


As the day went on, Rachel couldn't help but notice the especially creepy looks Jacob had been giving her. It honestly looked like he was up to something.

He couldn't know, could he?

No. No way.


Sitting down at the glee table for lunch, Quinn made sure to sit directly on Rachel's right, slightly pushing Rachel towards the edge, leaving no room for Finn to even think of sitting next to her. The boy hadn't given up, despite Rachel's little speech. He had been trying to talk to her all day but Rachel still wouldn't have it.

"Hey," Quinn said sweetly, nudging Rachel's side lightly with her elbow.

Rachel smiled knowingly in return, also nudging Quinn's side.

"Hey girl," Mercedes greeted Quinn. "Not sitting with the Cheerios today?"

Quinn shook her head. "I switch off," she said truthfully. She did switch off and Mercedes had noticed but she also noticed that Mondays and Tuesdays were Cheerio days, Wednesdays and Thursdays were for Glee and Friday, usually game day, was for the Cheerios.

Mercedes knew that.

"Uh...Rachel?" Tina grabbed the girl's attention. "What's up with Jacob?" Tina's expression was priceless. She looked genuinely scared of him.

Rachel looked in Tina's line of vision before her eyes briefly met Jacob's. She shuddered in disgust. He was staring. It wouldn't have been anything new, really. He stared at her often. But he was multitasking this time. While staring, he was eating his food perfectly. He didn't look away once. Didn't miss a beat. Before taking the last bite, he smiled at Rachel and got up and left.

"Want me to kick his ass?" Puck asked, plastic butter knife in hand.

"That's a very sweet gesture, Noah, but you were sentenced to a three day in-school suspension the last time you did that."

Puck remembered. He remembered well. A suspension was nothing for him. He viewed it as free time. But an in-school was torture for him.

"Well, if he keeps it up, I might just have to do something about it," Finn chimed in as he sat down next to Tina.

Rachel rolled her eyes at his attempt to enter the conversation and win her over. She swiftly rose from her seat and exited the lunch room.

"Keep it up, Hudson," Quinn said before leaving as well.

Finn shrugged to Puck who looked at him questioningly.

Kurt just smiled knowingly. Rachel hadn't told him of her relationship with Quinn. He was kind of offended that she didn't, but he understood. He secretly wondered if everybody else was incredibly stupid or if he just saw through most charades. When Kurt hadn't been completely sure of his gut feeling, the look on Quinn's face when Finn sat down filled in every hole his conclusion had.

"Girls," Kurt said, rolling his eyes, covering up whatever trail might have been left behind. Not everybody could be as smart as Kurt, but not everybody was completely daft either, right? He'd protect them for now.

"Preach," Artie said.


"Are you okay?" Quinn asked, approaching the smaller girl who was standing by her locker, looking angry.

Rachel's expression immediately softened.

"I could ask the same," she said, smiling. "Every time Finn is within a thirty foot radius, you look like you're going to kill something."

Quinn giggled at herself. She was being kind of silly.

"I know, I can't help it. I know he's not a threat, but he's seriously annoying."

Rachel took Quinn's hand and brought her in for a hug which Quinn happily melted in to. It had only been a half day and she had already missed this. She pulled back and looked into chocolate eyes. She wanted to kiss her. Really bad.

"We're clear," Rachel said. Quinn momentarily thought she had a mind reader for a girlfriend.

That thought passed as soon as their lips met for the sweetest possible kiss.

"I really needed that," Quinn said quietly.

"Me too," Rachel said, resting her forehead against Quinn's, closing her eyes in comfort.

But soon they heard the noise of students coming back from lunch and they separated, both missing the contact instantly.

Rachel's face visibly saddened and it pained Quinn to see. She began thinking that maybe the didn't have to take this as slow as they thought. Clearly they weren't prepared to hide their relationship. Quinn could barely handle it. The only that worried her was her position on the Cheerios being jeopardized and her mother finding out.

Judy had said on several occasions since the absence of Russell that she was completely okay with homosexuality but it's always different when it's your child, isn't it?

Quinn sighed in defeat as she mentally accepted the challenge to keep it under wraps for a little while longer. Especially if it's what Rachel wants.

"I'll see you in glee, okay?"

"Of course," Rachel responded with a hint of a smile.

Quinn winked at her before moving to her locker, several feet down and Rachel found herself smiling again.

Before they began their relationship, Rachel had a habit of watching Quinn when she wasn't looking. Not in a creepy, serial killer stalker kind of way, just in an admiration kind of way. She thought she'd stop after they started dating, but she continued to watch Quinn in all her perfection. She couldn't help it.

Quinn opened her locker and was taken aback as gallons of, what is this, cereal?, began to poor out of her locker. Her mouth flew open in shock as she took a few steps away from her locker, crunching every piece she stepped on.

She recognized this cereal, it was one of her favorites: Oops! All Berries.

Rachel recognized the cereal as well after Quinn had insisted they go out and get a box after learning it was back on the shelves. Her eyes were wide as she watched Quinn turn an angry shade of red. But what Quinn and apparently the rest of McKinley didn't realize, Rachel did.

It was a sign.

She saw a flash go off from behind her and she turned around to see Jacob Ben Israel, camera in hand, looking as though he accomplished something spectacular before smiling at her knowingly.

She swatted the camera out of his hands violently, not even caring that it hit the ground with an awful crashing sound.

"Listen, JewFro," she began, adopting the nickname from several others, "Whatever you think you have on us, you don't," she said with pure anger.

She would protect Quinn if it killed her.

"Oh, so you admit you're a pair?"

Rachel could feel her ears burning.

"I never said that!"

"But you implied it."

"You are completely infuriating!

Jacob shrugged.

"It doesn't matter what you say. I have evidence of you and one miss Quinn Fabray leaving the Pierce household hand in hand. I can take that picture and run with that alone. McKinley High will take what they can get."

Rachel huffed loudly, glancing back at Quinn's locker which was now shut and the blonde was nowhere to be seen.

"Fine. Meet me at 4:15 in the gym." She said voicing defeat. "I'll give you whatever you want."


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