A/N: Thank you so much for all of the encouragement and reviews. When I started this story I wasn't sure anyone would even read it. I can't believe that I have over 4,000 views. For those of you who want a kiss, this chapter is for you. Self-edited as I don't have a beta. As usual I don't own anything.

Chapter 9

Rachel called from the bathroom, "Quinn can you come help me? My necklace is stuck to my sweater."

Quinn dutifully got up from her spot on the bed and walked into the bathroom. One look at Rachel and Quinn could feel her eyes bulge. The girl was in booty shorts and a bra while she wrestled with her necklace chain. The chain was snagged on her sweater, which she had pulled over her head. The blonde's eyes roved over Rachel's lean form even as she leaned closer to offer help. Her fingers brushed the nape of Rachel's neck and the brunette shivered. Quinn worked quickly to get the chain untangled. The diva turned in her arms, bringing their faces within inches of each other. The sweater finally loosened from her necklace and fell to the floor.

Rachel's swirling chocolate eyes gazed up at Quinn wantonly. The brunette rocked up and brushed her lips across Quinn's. The blonde's eyes fluttered closed at the sensual contact of lips brushing lips. Her stomach tightened when the diva captured her lower lip and nibbled softly. Instinctively she opened her mouth and an eager tongue darted inside.

The blonde moaned at the first brushing of her tongue against Rachel's. The girl tasted like vanilla. She returned the kiss and slipped a hand up the brunette's belly and cupped a firm breast. The contact spurred the songbird into action as she turned them and, in a surprising show of strength, lifted Quinn to sit on the counter. Rachel stood between the blonde's legs and continued to assault her mouth.

Arousal pooled low in Quinn's stomach and spread heat throughout her body as the diva trailed a hot mouth around her jaw and nipped at her ear. The blonde craned her neck to give the girl better access and Rachel took the hint, latching her mouth against Quinn's neck and suckling hard. There was a ringing in her ears that just wouldn't stop.

Quinn jerked upright in bed and lifted a shaky hand to feel her neck. The dream had been so real. The taste and smell of vanilla threatened to overwhelm her senses and she tried to calm her beating heart. Her legs were twisted in the sheets and her underwear was embarrassingly damp. She shut off her alarm and rose on shaky limbs to shower and get ready for the day.

Images from her dream attacked her as she got ready, leaving her uncomfortably turned on. There was an ache between her legs and in her heart that confused her. Her confusion almost made her late because she kept replaying the events from her dream. She trudged down the stairs and ate her breakfast with a dazed expression that prompted her mother to feel her forehead.

"Honey are you sick? You look so pale," Judy pressed the back of her hand against Quinn's forehead and cheeks.

The blonde blinked up at her mother, "I'm fine! I've gotta go or I'll be late for school!" She grabbed her backpack and raced out the door. Judy glanced at Quinn's plate with a worried frown. The blonde hadn't finished her bacon.

Quinn climbed into her red Beetle and leaned her forehead against the steering wheel hoping to relax. She pulled out of the driveway and merged smoothly into traffic. As she drove to school she wondered how she could ever face Rachel again.

It was two in the morning and Rachel was looking for Quinn. She had successfully distracted her boyfriend with dancing and a few more drinks; now he was playing Call of Duty with Sam in the game room. The karaoke machine had lost its appeal and instead the speakers pumped music into the waning party. Tina, Mike, and the rest of the glee kids had all either gone home or were asleep on various pieces of furniture.

Rachel had scoured the house in search of the blonde. Finally she checked the back yard and found the blonde asleep on the porch swing. Rachel slipped off her coat to cover the blonde, who was shivering in the chilly night air. Crooning softly, the diva gently shook the sleeping girl, trying to wake her.

It took some effort, but Rachel managed to get a drunk Quinn into her car and up the stairs into her room. She carefully undressed the unconscious blonde and redressed her in flannel pajama pants and a thermal top all while trying to avoid staring at the girl's perfect body. She finally settled in next to Quinn, who rolled over and wrapped her arms around the diva. Quinn's eyes fluttered open and she leaned in to press her lips to Rachel's. The contact was brief and the blonde hummed quietly before her breathing evened out and she fell asleep.

The diva had replayed that memory several times on Sunday. Her fathers would often have to break her out of daydreaming while they were playing Scrabble. It was the first time since she was little that she lost a Scrabble game.

Saturday had been torturous, but Quinn had acted normally. Rachel realized that the girl had no memory of the kiss, so she pretended that it never happened. She watched the girl with admiration. Quinn was so beautiful and poised, but with a slight nerdy side that she rarely showed anyone. Spending the last week together had only made Rachel fall harder for the former cheerleader.

Monday was the return to old routines as Rachel got up early and hopped on her elliptical. She was apprehensive about returning to school. It had been easy to be friends when it was just the two of them, but now they were subject to school hierarchy. The diva was slightly worried that Quinn would go back to being indifferent to her existence.

After finishing her workout, showering, and dressing for the day, Rachel had a quick bowl of oatmeal and some fruit with her dads. She drove to school and mentally planned out her day and groaned when she remembered about her date with Finn. The diva felt guilty about using him. The quick, albeit drunken kiss with Quinn had sparked some hope that the blonde might feel the same. Rachel didn't want to hurt Finn, but she began to realize that not loving him and marrying him anyway would be worse.

The parking lot was mostly empty when Rachel slid her car into an empty space. She grabbed her bags and headed inside. As usual the choir room was empty, so Rachel set down her bags and began her warm-ups. She had missed her lessons and voice training during Spring Break and she was determined not to fall behind. Regionals was only in a few weeks and she needed to be at the top of her game in order to salvage her chances at NYADA.

She caught sight of Quinn and hurried over to say hello. Before she could reach the girl, Quinn had already slammed her locker shut and run to class.

It wasn't until third period that Rachel and Quinn shared a class. Pre-Calculus wasn't the brunette's favorite subject, but at least they sat together. As the bell rang, Quinn hurried through the door and settled into her seat. Rachel glanced at the blonde, whose cheeks were bright red.

"Hey, Quinn," the little diva whispered. "Are you okay? You look a little flushed."

Quinn blushed harder as the sound of Rachel's voice sent tingles through her body and shivers down her spine. She shook her head, trying to clear the vivid images of Rachel pressed up against her before muttering, "I'm fine, Rach, just a little tired. I...I didn't sleep well last night. Bad dreams." The blonde almost choked out the last words. Rachel would freak if she knew just how bad those dreams really were. Even just mentioning the dreams caused a wave of arousal throughout her body.

"Oh, okay. I'm here if you want to talk about it," Rachel murmured. She then turned away to open her book and begin working.

Quinn tried to work but couldn't concentrate. She was freaked out by her sudden attraction to the diva and had no idea what to do next.

A/N2: I know; I'm totally mean, but at least there's been progress. Rate and review please.