1st A/N: Ok first of all – my sincerest, humblest, most absolute deepest apologies to those who had been following this story. During this past year (bends head down realizing just how long it's been since an update) I have returned to college and I have thrown all of myself it since it's been so intense. I thought I wouldn't have time to write for myself only for classes as I have at least one paper due each week. Over the past few weeks I decided that unless I made time I would never have time, so here I am. I have found that getting back into Faberry has reenergized me and has gotten me incredibly excited about finishing this story. Especially since I have several more Faberry fics in mind for the future, and therefore I am determined to finish this one first.

2nd A/N: Just to remind you all of the timeline of this story – think back to the first season: Quinn is pregnant and has just recently moved in with Puck. Matt is still in the show. Uh, I think that's it. If anyone has any questions just hit me with a PM or email.

3rd A/N: All the same rules that appeared in the first chapter still apply. Un'betaed so all mistakes are lovingly mine. Reviews are VERY welcomed and VERY appreciated, and I thank you all for taking the time to read this. Not that I would ever pander, beg, plead, hint, etc for reviews, but I really, really, REALLY enjoy getting them and I'm hoping to hit 100...*hint, blatant hint* :-D

Once again, my deepest apologies for the terribly long delay in an update.

Chapter 10

Now that Quinn Fabray had resigned herself to the idea, or rather the fact, that she did indeed have feelings for Rachel Berry, she wasn't sure what do to from there. She wanted Rachel and she was going to do what it took to get her, but that didn't mean she had any idea on how to proceed. Quinn had never wooed a girl before, or anyone even remotely like the brunette, so the idea of what actions to take left her at a lost. She considered seeking advice from someone, but who? Who could she trust enough? Who would understand Rachel enough and how to court her properly?

Kurt Hummel was the only name that came to mind as she began considering possible people to talk to. Since he was gay and knew what it was like to be bullied as a result she knew he would no doubt be willing to keep this on the down-low for the time being. At the same time she knew that since he was a gay man he may not be too in tune with how to romance a woman. Then again he was all about the romance, and romance is romance regardless of who its being directed at, right?

Quinn considered Santana for an even shorter amount of time knowing that despite the fact that the newest HBIC could get anyone she wanted male or female, the fact remained that she REALLY did not like the other brunette. Or, at least, that's how she wanted everyone to think she felt. Since Santana was out of the question, so then was Brittany by default since they always talked about everything.

Quinn hadn't even deliberated over whether to ask Mercedes considering how much she loved to gossip. She didn't have any intentions of hiding her and Rachel's relationship once it had come to fruition, but until then she wanted to be able to get the girl's attention before the entire school weighed in with their opinions. Quinn had already been kicked out of her parents' house - she really didn't have anything else to lose and yet so very much to gain. Despite all the different buttons Rachel could push that would drive the blonde insane, there were so many others that drove her crazy with such intense feelings that she thought only existed in movies.

Tina and Artie would probably look at her as though she had grown a second head just for talking to them, so they were out. Mike and Matt were in their own little world therefore neither were an option. That only left Puck, and though he could be extremely smooth with the ladies and get just about anyone he wanted including Rachel for a short time (of which just the idea of his lips on her made Quinn's stomach instantly tie up in knots) he was out of the question. Knowing Puck he would turn it into some perverted girl-on-girl chase that he would no doubt want some sort of payback for helping her. Absolutely not going to happen.

Finn was out of the question for obvious reasons. Quinn knew that he was her biggest adversary and competition for Rachel's heart, but that wasn't going to deter her in the slightest. She knew he hated her right now, and as much as she wanted to get down and dirty with the fight she knew that if she got nasty it would only make him look better in Rachel's eyes. Fighting with Finn was only going to make her look like a bitch, and if she wasn't going to get the girl it wasn't going to be because of something she caused. Oh she would battle with Finn, but she had every intention of coming out of each clash looking like the one for the diva.

All of this, however, was not going to deter Quinn in the slightest. Now that her target, or rather her source of affection, had been identified there was no stopping the blonde. Somehow, someway she was going to get her girl. Her girl. Just the thought made her toes curl. Never had Quinn thought she'd be so enamored with another person let alone a girl, let alone Rachel Berry. Ok so her status at school wasn't that great, but there was no denying her incredible talent and determination to get the hell out of Lima and make something great of herself. That alone was worth admiring. And ok so she could talk with proverbial word vomit on a constant basis, but there was also no denying that she had a smoking hot body. Despite her choice in clothing, those short skirts left little to the imagination and instantly brought your attention to amazingly smooth, toned, permanently tanned legs that seemed to go on forever despite her short stature.

Nearly drooling at the thought, Quinn had an idea - the internet! There had to be information that would give some sort of clue as how a girl could woo another girl. She'd settle for chatrooms if she had to, but she needed some sort of way to begin with Rachel. Quinn also really needed someone to talk to about what she was feeling since it was eating her up inside with all her thoughts, emotions, questions, and most certainly her new found desires. She was starting to get desperate enough that the idea of going online to find a chatroom that may allow her to, at the very least, vent her frustrations was not the worst idea in the world. After all, she was not supposed to be having these feelings for a girl in the first place and just having the knowledge that she wasn't alone in her feelings (even though logically she knew she wasn't) would help so much.

Sitting down at her makeshift desk she turned on her laptop staring at it while it hummed to life in front of her. Tapping her fingers impatiently next to it she decided she needed to put on some music to distract her suddenly jittery nerves. Rather than listening to something she owned she decided on a radio station on her MP3 player. She hit random on the play list she had created and instantly began humming to herself while wondering if Rachel was listening to anything right now. The girl had Quinn twisted up in every possible way and she couldn't believe how little she cared anymore. Inside out, upside down and all around - she had become consumed with that girl. Completely wasted on the words that Rachel sang Quinn wished she had a CD of the brunette singing as she craved to hear her voice.

A beep on the computer drew her attention back to the laptop in front of her and to the glow of the screen only to be met with her background - a picture of Alex Pettyfer smiling back at her. "Well he has to go", Quinn said out loud to the image. Not being able to leave her background blank, she decided the first thing she needed to do was to find something else. Something that would be more appropriate to how she was currently feeling. Quinn sat back and let her mind wander in an attempt to think of something perfect, something that would make her happy. A soft image of Rachel danced across her mind instantly bringing a smile to her face. Without the obviousness of an actual picture of the girl, how could she put Rachel on her background?

Didn't know what I was missing 'till I caught sight of you

Melt down my ammunition, I willingly diffuse

You're something else

Now everything looks different, so wonderfully different

Quinn looked at her player to find out the name of the artist singing. Garrison Starr. Not someone she could remember hearing anything from before, yet the lyrics were perfect. Is this why Rachel always wanted to submerge herself in music? Because it was able to say things she couldn't? It made sense. What you can't say in words, you can sing with a melody.

There is no word grand enough

For this extraordinary love that has overcome

Gardenia, out of my reach

Gardenia, why'd you have to open yourself to me...

The blonde found herself gently swaying to the rhythm of the guitar and the singer as she searched randomly for pictures. There were a lot of things that seemed to define the brunette - gold stars, animal print sweaters, musical theater, short skirts. Short skirts... Before she even realized what she was doing, Quinn was staring at pictures of girls in short skirts in various poses.

"Whoa, what are you looking at?"

Quinn screeched as she immediately slammed her laptop shut and jumped up from the chair as if it had bit her. The whole movement looked impossibly fast for a pregnant girl, Puck thought as he eyed her curiously. "What were you looking at?" he asked again as the girl in front of him started to calm down.

"What the hell are you doing sneaking up on me?" Quinn yelped still out of breath.

"Uh I live here, I wasn't exactly sneaking up on you. Besides, I called your name as I walked in." Smirking he added "But now I see why you didn't hear me."

Rolling her eyes the girl mumbled, "You're such a perv."

"Me?" Puck scoffed as he walked toward her laptop. "I'm not the one looking at girls in naughty school-girl outfits" he finished while reaching for the computer.

A flash of blonde darted in front of him blocking his path as she placed her hand firmly on the still closed laptop. "What do you want, Puckerman?"

"Now is that any way to greet your baby daddy?" he asked playfully. Seeing she wasn't having any of it he changed his tone. "My mom wanted me to ask if spaghetti was ok for dinner."

"Oh, uhm, yeah sure." Quinn began to sit back down and shuffled some of her papers on the desk to look like she was busy, hoping he would get the hint and leave. "Spaghetti would be fine." She stared intently at the closed computer desperately wanting to continue with what she was doing prior to being so rudely interrupted.

Watching curiously, Puck turned his head slightly hoping to get a little more out of his baby mamma. Having been in love with her for so long he had become quite fluent in Quinn's moods and body language, but the way she was sitting right now just begged for further questions. Suddenly he felt a pair of hazel eyes glaring daggers at him and the Quinn he recognized had reemerged making him think differently about his idea of asking her more about the website he had caught her openly gawking at.

"Ok then, I'll let her know" he stated as he began to leave the room. Walking through the doorway he threw over his shoulder, "I'll just close this so you have more privacy." Hazel eyes squinted further into the glare just daring him to further question her. He chuckled lightly to himself as he added, "By the way, Quinn - there are a lot of videos on the net with, uh, similar interest as those pictures." He continued to chuckle as he pulled the door closed just as he heard a shoe hit the wood with a loud thud.

"Why did I ever let him touch me?" Quinn mumbled to herself while re-opening her laptop.

The glow of the screen reemerged as the sight of the girls in short skirts greeted her. "Ok, so this is obviously not an option" she quietly spoke out loud to the screen. Taking one more close look and imagining Rachel's face on one of the girls, she typed 'gold stars' in the search engine and hit enter. She was just about to click on 'images' when she noticed a definition of a gold star in one of the website summaries. Clicking on the site she instantly blushed while her eyes took in the words in front of her.

Gold star lesbian: A lesbian who has never had sex with a male.

Quinn started giggling to herself when she thought about how intense Rachel could be with regards to gold stars, not to mention her statement of 'metaphors are very important.'

"Well I guess I'm not a gold star lesbian" she sighed while absent mindedly running her hand over her growing pregnant stomach. Realizing what she had said she started rambling. "Not that I'm, I haven't decided if I'm, not that I'm ashamed if I, or that I don't have real feelings for..." she trailed off as she started to panic a bit. "Who am I even trying to convince? Myself? Hell, ok, yes - I am totally hot for Rachel Berry."

As if sensing her declaration her phone beeped signaling that she had a new text message.

SantanaLopez: What the hell is up with you?

Quinn looked around her room feeling suddenly paranoid that the Latina was secretly hiding somewhere in the shadows. Assuring herself that the girl wasn't lurking in the room she turned back to her phone.

QuinnFabray: You mean aside from being unhappily pregnant?

She received an instant reply.

SantanaLopez: Get off it, you're pregnancy isn't new but your personality is. Finn's a dick, but you've been moping around more than usual. So spill - who's got your panties in a twist?

Before she even had a chance to reply another message quickly came in.

SantanaLopez: And don't say Puck cuz I know you'd be lying.

Damn Santana and her perceptive ways. Quinn had resigned herself to realize that she not only had feelings for Rachel, but she wanted to be with her too. That, however, was not going to be disclosed to Santana until the Jewish girl was affirmatively hers. She didn't need Santana's wicked ways interfering with her not yet recognized plan of wooing Rachel. Quinn didn't want it to be over before it even had a chance to begin.

QuinnFabray: No one has, as you so charmingly put it, my panties in a twist. I'm just really stressed out with everything going on right now.

Glancing back at her laptop screen she finally clicked on the images under the search of gold stars. Most looked childish - a lot of cartoons with smiley faces. Before she had a chance to click on the next page, her phone beeped.

SantanaLopez: Cut the bullshit, Quinn. I've known you since grade school. I know when someone's got you hot and bothered.

Quinn grumbled as she scanned the next page of pictures while trying to formulate what she was going to tell Santana to hopefully get her off her pheromone sent trail. By the sixth page she finally found something worth considering. It wasn't perfect, but it was kind of hypnotizing. A blue-black background with gold stars littered throughout, some standing still while others were shooting stars. Quinn knew one day Rachel would be one of those shooting stars - shooting all the way out of Lima, and with any luck, Quinn would be on her trail. She found herself daydreaming of times to come with the diva, and she nearly forgot about Santana until her phone beeped yet again.

SantanaLopez: I'm waiting Fabray, and not patiently. Need I remind you how much I don't like waiting?

"Oh for God's sake" she huffed while grabbing her phone.

QuinnFabray: You can threaten me all you like but it's not going to change the fact that nothing is going on with me other than my suck of a life. Let it go, Lopez.

She tossed the phone on the bed behind her resolved that this conversation was over as far as she was concerned. Santana could be a terrible bully sometimes, but Quinn's stubbornness was just as strong.

After changing her computer's background, Quinn then began searching for lesbian chatrooms that weren't full of "women" just looking to talk dirty to one another. During her perusing she heard her phone beep a couple more times no doubt from a pissed off Latina trying to break down her resolve and tell her what was really up. It wasn't going to work, but eventually curiosity got the better of her and she reluctantly padded over to the bed to retrieve her phone.

SantanaLopez: You can't get rid of me that easy, bitch!

SantanaLopez: I'm serious!

Having dealt with it many times, Quinn could easily imagine the disgusted rage on her friend's face as she read the texts.

SantanaLopez: Fine, don't tell me, but trust me - I WILL find out!

Quinn had absolutely no doubt in her mind that Santana would harass every single person the blonde came in contact with to find out what was really going on. This would include Rachel for sure as the brunette's confidence grew after having figured out Quinn's real feelings. Though she knew she herself could ward off the relentless wrath of Santana, she wasn't so sure about Rachel. The idea of the girl getting harassed by the other brunette made her heart clench. Apparently all these feelings she was now having for the girl also meant protectiveness.

This also meant that she needed to work fast on her plan to court Rachel which then meant that chatrooms were going to have to be scrapped. Grabbing her phone she quickly scrolled through the numbers until she landed on the person she was looking for.

QuinnFabray: Kurt, I need you!

She sat back on her bed waiting for the reply hoping the boy wouldn't be too busy to respond soon. Staring at her phone she willed it to chime with a new message. Thankfully she didn't have to wait long.

KurtHummel: While I'm terribly flattered, Quinn, need I remind you I am not a skirt chaser.

Giggling at the response she could almost hear his voice and the subtle flip of his bangs he would do with his fingers. Quinn bit her lower lip in consideration of how she should respond. She debated being coy, but that could result in a longer text conversation. Instead she decided for once to throw it all out there - Rachel was worth it.

QuinnFabray: I think I might be one...

Hitting send she held her breath while waiting for the reply. Thankfully her wait was extremely short as she barely had a chance to exhale a nervous breath.

KurtHummel: Meet me at the Lima Bean in 20 minutes.

TBC (Please don't throw rocks as I made this is a cliffhanger of sorts.)

I promise the next chapter is already in the works.

Stay tuned for a Finn/Quinn confrontation.

Oh, and the song mentioned in this is Gardenia by Garrison Starr. If anyone wants to hear it, let me know.