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Prom day arrived and Quinn was a ball of nerves. She had been dressed for the last hour and Santana and Brittany had come over so they could do each other's hair and make-up.

"Are you still going to be a chicken shit, or are you finally going to make the moves onBerrytonight?" Santana asked as she finished up with the mascara.

"I don't know. We'll have to see how it goes."

"You're a coward, Q."

"I know I am."

"What if Rachel's the one that makes the move?"Brittanymused.

"I could see that actually. We always saidBerryhad balls." Santana replied.

Quinn slapped her playfully. "I don't think we meant it that way, and I can't believe I was ever so…awful to her."

"Please you were a pressed lemon, we all knew it."

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Who's 'we all'?"

"Most of glee. Aside from Finchel of course. Oh, and you."

Quinn frowned. "I was really that…"

"Obvious?"Brittanyanswered.

"Yes you were." Santana replied. "You would stare at her, talk about her and draw pornographic pictures of her. How did you not know you were gay forBerry?"

Quinn shrugged.

"How did you realize you were?"Brittanyasked with interest.

"Last Prom I think. She told me she thought I was the…"

"Prettiest girl she ever met." Santana and Brittany continued together.

"Yeah, but she also said that…"

"You were a lot more than that." They finished together again.

"We know." Santana groaned. "That's all we heard about for weeks after. And when Finn dumped you…you cried because he was going to her."

Quinn nodded. It wasn't like she could argue against any of it.

"Girls! You gotta get ready; Rachel's going to be coming. You know how punctual she is." Judy called out to them.

"I swear that girl needs to get laid, and then maybe she'd be less…" Santana groaned before trying to find the right word.

"repressed."Brittanyfinished.

Quinn was blushing darkly at the implication of their words. Before she could respond, however, the doorbell echoed throughout the house.

"Would you look at that, little Miss Punctual." Santana teased earning another swat from Quinn before the three girls made their way out into the living room where Rachel was already waiting for them.

Rachel looked even more gorgeous than she did when she tried the dress on in the store. Her makeup was done to perfection (thanks Kurt) and her hair was pulled back out of her face, while the rest of it curled delicately as it cascaded down her back. Once again, Quinn was left breathless.

"DamnBerry, you clean up nice." Santana smirked.

"Yeah, Rachel, you look hot."Brittanyadded helpfully.

Rachel grinned at them thankfully before looking to Quinn for a response. "And what do you think, Quinn?"

Quinn loved that somehow hers was the only opinion that mattered to the girl. She licked her lips, hoping she could keep her voice even. "I agree with them. You look amazing."

Rachel's whole face lit up. "Thank you. You look as beautiful as ever." Rachel suddenly seemed to realize that they weren't the only ones in the room. "As do youBrittany…and…and Santana."

"Please,Berry, I know I'm hot. Now let's go eat, I'm starving."

"I actually, I wanted to…" Rachel stuttered nervously.

"Spit it outBerry." Santana snarled.

Rachel reached down to the coffee table where she had placed a small box and handed the box to Quinn. "I brought you a corsage. I don't know it you'll like it…"

Quinn quickly opened the box to find a beautiful lily with a silver ribbon that matched her dress. "I love it." Quinn breathed as she slipped it on her wrist.

She looked at it with admiration before the smile vanished. "I didn't…I…I didn't get you one."

"It's okay." Rachel replied.

"No it's not. I feel horrible."

Rachel rested her hand on Quinn's bare shoulder, causing electricity to spike through the blonde's body. "I assure you, Quinn. It's fine."

"Did you hear that? It's fine. Now let's blow this joint." Santana rolled her eyes as she grabbedBrittany's hand.

Judy snapped several pictures before they took off. Then they met Artie and Nicci at the restaurant. The six of them enjoyed a pleasant meal with lively conversation.

"I'm glad you were able to convince Quinn to take her head out of her ass and come to Prom with us." Nicci happily thanked Rachel.

"It was quite the chore, but she did come around." Rachel grinned.

"I am right here, girls, you realize that right?" Quinn groaned playfully.

"Of course, that's why we sugar coated it for you." Nicci smirked earning a laugh from both Rachel and Santana.

"I actually like this one." Santana replied fist bumping Nicci.

"What's not to like." Artie answered, before receiving a soft kiss from his blonde girlfriend.

"I train you well." She whispered into the kiss and elicited chuckles from the entire table.

Sometime during the rest of their meal, Quinn's hand found Rachel's and the girls didn't break contact until it was time to go. After paying for their food, Quinn buying Rachel's meal, they made their way to the school for the dance.

Everything about the day screamed date to Quinn, and yet she couldn't find it in herself to clarify it with Rachel. To classify it…to make it official. They posed for pictures together. They danced most of the night together, though in a group. Rachel brought Quinn punch whenever the blonde mentioned she was thirsty.

When they were too tired to dance, they sat together at the glee table. One time there weren't enough chairs for everyone in their group, so Quinn pulled Rachel onto her lap and the brunette didn't move for three songs. Quinn counted every second. Reveling in the closeness of the other girl. Not only was Rachel beautiful, and felt good in Quinn's arms, but she smelled so good. Like everything happy. Does happiness have a scent? Because it so, Quinn was addicted to it.

The evening took a turn for the worst when Figgins took the stage. He announced the candidates for Prom court and as he pulled open the envelope, he happily declared "Quinn Fabray" as Senior Prom Queen.

The blonde looked around the room in horror. "What kind of sick joke is this? Didn't they learn their lesson last year with Kurt?" Quinn spat out in anger before shoving Rachel off of her and wheeling out of the gym.

"Quinn! Wait!" Rachel called behind her, running after her.

"Rachel, don't follow me…you know what happened last time you did."

The venom in Quinn's voice made Rachel stop dead in her tracks.

Quinn made her way to the darkened auditorium; she couldn't handle accidentally running into someone who could laugh at her.

She doesn't know how long she was gone. She was sure the party went on without her, it always seemed to. Why couldn't she ever catch a break? She remembered the stares and the hushed conversations when she arrived at school for the first time since her accident. Things seemed to have gotten better since then, but tonight was a slap in the face. A hard brush with reality.

She sighed loudly as she let the tears fall and watched as they stained her dress…the dress that Rachel bought her. That was the worst of it. Being humiliated in front of Rachel. And she once again took that anger out on the girl she was in love with; she actually shoved Rachel onto the ground and yelled at her. Quinn didn't have to turn around to know that when she told Rachel not to follow her, that it broke the brunette's heart.

"Are you done wallowing now, I'd really like to dance with you." Rachel's quiet voice was heard from the middle of the aisle. Quinn hadn't heard her come in.

"Last year was humiliating enough, but now…winning like this…as a joke."

"It wasn't a joke. Everyone wrote your name in because they wanted to surprise you."

Quinn scoffed. "What? Give the cripple her crown…why? Out of pity?"

"Not pity."

"Then what?"

"Admiration. People watched everything you had to go through during your four years of high school. And you still get up every day. You still came to Prom with a smile on your face. They wanted to show you that of all the people in our class…you deserved the recognition the most." Rachel shrugged. "At least that's why I voted for you and what I told them when they asked who they should vote for."

Quinn's breathing was erratic as she fought back the urge to sob loudly. Her tears were still falling down her face. Her dress was most likely ruined and she probably had raccoon eyes from her mascara, and her nose was running. Somehow, Rachel was the only one to ever see her so…broken. And if felt right that it was Rachel who found her now.

"It wasn't a joke?" Quinn whimpered.

Rachel stepped further into the light, holding a tiara. "You earned this Quinn, and I must say that I think it will look beautiful on you."

Quinn smiled shyly, ducking her head to hide her hideously ruined face.

Rachel took a few steps toward her, until she was directly in front of the blonde. "May I?"

Quinn nodded and let Rachel put the tiara on her head. Then the brunette guided Quinn's chin up, so they could make eye contact. "Now, why don't you come and dance with me?"

Quinn grinned sadly. Rachel took that as a victory and rubbed her hands on Quinn's thighs in encouragement. "Let's go!"

"Wait."

"Quinn you look fine. Well, we should stop by the restroom and fix your make up but other than that…"

"No."

"Quinn I'm not taking no for a…"

"Do it again."

Rachel's brows furrowed in confusion. "Do what again?"

Quinn grabbed Rachel's hands and placed them on her thighs. "Do what you just did again."

Rachel rubbed her legs and Quinn smiled wide. "I can feel that."

The brunette's mouth dropped open and her eyes filled with tears. She moved her hands again. This time from Quinn's thighs, down her legs and stopped at her toes. She was holding Quinn's feet in her hands when she spoke. "You can…can you feel my hands."

"I can feel everything." Quinn said through the tears, though this time they were tears of joy.

Rachel released her grip on Quinn's feet and nearly tackled the girl in a hug. Quinn giggled at the contact. "We have to…we have to go home. Tell your mom."

Quinn held Rachel tightly. "We will, Rach, but first…let's dance."

Rachel pulled away, staring into Quinn's hazel orbs. "Are you sure?"

"I want to remember my Prom…I want to let everyone know that I am okay. We'll tell our friends about the new…development. We'll have one last dance, and then we can share the news with my mom."

Rachel nodded as Quinn reached out and caressed her cheek with hand, touching her lips with her thumb. She felt Rachel lean into her touch. "I can feel my legs, Rachel. I will walk again."

Rachel smiled against Quinn's thumb as she brought her hand up and covered Quinn's. "I never doubted it."

Then Rachel leaned in and placed a soft, chaste kiss on Quinn's lips before pulling away quickly. "Let's go dance." She smiled as she turned around and walked out of the auditorium, trusting that Quinn would follow her.

The blonde had to remember how to breath. She won Prom Queen. She can feel her legs. Rachel Berry just kissed her. She will walk again. Rachel just kissed her…on the lips. Best Prom Ever!

A/N: I know it was a short chapter BUT they kissed and Quinn can feel her legs so I hope it makes up for any disappointment you may have :)