AN-This chapter a little shorter than the previous ones. I have had a hard time writing because the heat here is just too much. Being irish not used to it at all. So i promise the next chapter will be longer. Enjoy and thanks again everyone for reading. As tony the tiger would say youreeeee greaaaaat. I won't do that ever again i promise. See the heat, making me delusional. Okay, anyway, here you go.

Quinn never really understood why people enjoyed kissing; she always had to force it. Her thoughts were never in the moment, and her actions where never fluid. She was always thinking what to do next.

And yet while listening to Rachel ramble she had an uncontrollable urge to kiss her. She was just so cute sitting there, talking about a light of all things. She did have tendency to drone on and the only thing she could think of to stop her was to kiss her, and so she did. She never understood why people enjoyed kissing, that is until now.

The moment her lips came into contact with Rachel's it was like a fire had been ignited within her. She allowed the back of her fingers to caress down Rachel's cheek, reaching her jaw where she runs her index finger under her chin before she slides her hand to the back of her neck pulling her closer. Quinn runs her tongue along Rachel's upper lip in need to taste more of her. She releases a broken whimper, fuelling the fire that is growing in the pit of Quinn's stomach.

She wasn't really sure what had happened. One second she is speaking about a bathroom light and the next thing she knows Belles lips where on hers. The girl who had broken her with words, left her song-less. The girl who had saved her, the girl she barely knew. And yet, it felt so familiar.

She feels a tongue being ran along her lip and she fails to restrain a whimper escaping. Her body is letting her down, letting her know that she has no say, this is what it wants. A hand on the back of her neck, soft and delicate, causes Goosebumps to appear on her arm. Her body is in over drive, reacting to every touch from Quinn.

"Rachel, i'm so sorry, i shouldn't have just kissed you. Finn did the same thing today, God i'm an idiot," she stands up not allowing Rachel to respond and runs back towards the house, through the crowd of glee kids. She needs a refuge, she wants her bed, but she settles on the upstairs bathroom.

Cold water flows from the tap and she covers her face with it. To cool her body down, to try and sober up, to wash away the intoxicating taste of Rachel's mouth.

Just calm, it fine. I'm fine. Relax.

She's trying to reassure herself, a million thoughts running through her head. Was Rachel angry she kissed her? Did she enjoy her kissing her? Would it happen again? Was she, was she gay? Too many loaded questions, and too much alcohol consumed to come up with a clear answer. Instead she slides her back down along the door and sits there. Waiting. Waiting to sober up. Waiting for an answer. Maybe even waiting for Rachel.

She hears a knock on the door, and then several.

"Q, are you in there? I've checked everywhere else."

He hears movement from within the bathroom, followed by the lock unlocking. He steps forward making his way into the bathroom to find Quinn sitting on the edge of the bathtub, eyes red.

Oh god she's being crying. I hate when girls cry. "You okay? Need to talk? Please just don't cry, i can't handle that," he moves to sit beside her, only for her to step up and stop inches from his face

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"Just kiss me Puckerman"

He leans in to meet pursed lips. Reaching for hips only to have his hands batted away.

"Yipp i'm gay," she chokes out.

"Wait what?"

"I'm gay"

"Then what was all that about me, kiss me" he mimics,

"I had a crush on you once, i thought maybe i'd feel something for you again if you kissed me,"

"Wait what? When?"

"When we were younger, don't read too much into it PJ. I just told you i'm gay, get with the programme."

He's speechless, he's absolutely speechless. They both move to sit on the bath. Quinn turns her head into Puck's shoulder to cry, he doesn't mind that she's crying, if he's being honest he's more preoccupied with the information he just learnt.

Her eyes are still closed while Bell apologies, she can't bring herself to open them. When they are finally opened she sees the girl running frantically into the party, disappearing out of view, it's then her brain reacts, Follow her you fool. That kiss, well you know, that kiss was amazing. Rachel Barbra Berry you get up right now and you run after that girl. And so she does, only to stumble into the party to see no sign of the blonde.

"Noah, have you seen Belle? She came running in here seconds ago."

"Eh no sorry, Hey Rach you're designated driver? Mind bringing Finn home, he's pretty out of it," She looks to the couch to find a half asleep drooling Finn.

"Noah, i can't right now,"

"Rach come on, he threatened to walk home like five minutes ago. He's tall, but i don't think even he can avoid being hit by a car. Pleaseee."

"Argh, fine Noah. But you owe me, you owe me big time. And you need to go and find Belle, check on her for me please."

She storms over to Finn, shaking him awake,

"Rach! You're so hottttt. I knew you'd come back to me," he smiles triumphantly, drool still evident on his chin.

"Finn, stop. I'm simply taking you home is all. Can you make it to the car or do i have to get Mike and Sam to carry you."

Driving Finn home is not what she wants to be doing; she wants to be talking to Belle. To sort out whatever happened between them; maybe even finish the conversation with another kiss. That sounds like heaven at the moment; instead she has a drunken Finn in the passenger seat professing his undying love to her.

"We're good together Rach yano. We sing together so well, don't you want to sing together again? And that kiss today, don't deny it there where fireworks,"

"There may have been fireworks for you, but there were absolutely none for me. Now if you don't drop the conversation I will be forced to leave you on the sidewalk. I have more important things to be doing instead of driving home someone who can't handle their drink,"

She knows it's a bit harsh, but she has had enough of his pushing. No means no, and he can't seem to grasp that. It's rather infuriating.

By the time she arrives home it's after midnight. She enters her front door quietly; she knows that her parents are more than likely waiting up for her but on the off chance being quiet wouldn't hurt. As expected they are waiting in the kitchen, coffee in both of their hands as they chat aimlessly at the island in the middle of the room.

"How was the party baby girl?," Hiram asks as he makes his way towards his daughter kissing her on the forehead,

"Fine. Confusing really."

"Confusing how," Leroy asks before taking a sip of his coffee.

"How did you know you where attracted to daddy?"

"Bit heavy for midnight, but em let me see. He would always smile at me when entering our English class, after a while i would find myself looking to the door just waiting for that smile,"

"Oh you are such a romantic," Hiram reaches for his husbands hands and lightly kisses his knuckles before interlocking their fingers. Rachel always loved the affection her father's showed towards each other, she wanted to be just like them one day. Maybe Quinn could be that one day. She mutters to herself,

"What was that princess?"

"Oh nothing, what about you dad?"

"I saw your father on the first day of school, walking down the hallway. He smiled at me in passing and i just knew i would marry him one day," Smiles are shared between all three Berrys, "why all the sudden questions. Is this about you and Finn?"

"No dad. Just something happened at the party, and i think, i mean i know i'm starting to have feelings for someone."

"Well new romance is always a gift. We are always here if you need to talk. But right now we are going to head to bed," He hugs his daughter before reaching behind him putting out his hand for Hiram to take. They leave the kitchen, and leave behind a still very confused Rachel.