Quinn was sitting poker-straight in the soft cushiony armchair. Her heart was pounding and her face burned with slow burning embarrassment. What had she just done?

The day had started harmless enough, it was Friday, the day the blonde had been looking forward to all week. She had picked out her clothes with a little extra care this morning, not to impress the brunette of course, but her Dad's might be there she didn't want to look like a punk. First impression were important she told herself checking her make-up in her cereal spoon for the third time. She had a good feeling about today, this was the start of something good. She was going to try and repair some of the damage she had cause Rachel.

Pulling into the parking lot half an hour later, the cheerleader smiled as her phone flashed with a message from the diva.

"Quinn, I was going through my list of carefully selected movie snacks when I realized that I needed your opinion. Do you like popcorn? If not, there are a wide variety of replacements at my disposal. I have peanuts, cotton candy, and a chocolate fountain (if so required) to name but a few. Rachel."

The blonde stared at the words "chocolate fountain" and giggled, trying to come up with a reply that wouldn't send the chattering girl into hysterics. Even in text form Rachel was rambling.

Still laughing, she fired off a quick reply and got out of her car.

Rachel was just leaving the bathroom (she firmly believed in scheduled pee-breaks which would afford her more time to concentrate in class in order to reach her full potential) when she received Quinn's reply.

"Popcorn will be fine. Should I bring the vodka then?"

The brunette gasped audibly and frowned, of course the cheerleader would expect her to provide alcoholic beverages, it's what teenagers did right?

After a few moments standing stock still in the hallway and worrying her lip between her teeth, her phone buzzed again. It was Quinn again. Bewildered the brunette clicked open.

"Just kidding Berry ;) ..btw you can breath again."

The pint-sized diva chuckled nervously. How did she know how I was going to react?

"Very funny. How can you be sure that I'm not buying illegal alcohol from Puck as this very moment?"

Let's see what she makes of that, thought the star smugly.

"Because I can see you worrying. Cute sweater by the way :)"

Rachel whipped around and scanned the corridor, there was nobody there. She was beginning to fell creeped out now and her eyes darted around the hall looking for a flash of blonde, straining for the sound of a footstep. She was concentrating so hard that when her phone buzzed again she did a little jump, then quickly looked around to see if anyone saw.

Once she was satisfied her embarrassment was her own she opened the message. Quinn again.

"You jumped didn't you?"

The brunette could practically hear the smirk radiating from the blonde's face who was probably in class at the other side of the building at the moment.

Rachel laughed at her own stupidity and hot tailed it to class.

When school ended the blonde had waited for the diva to walk out of the building and honked her horn. Upon seeing the cheerleader waiting for her the brunette beamed and climbed into the passenger seat.

"You seem chipper" observed the blonde amusedly.

"Yeah well I can't wait to .." began the brunette glancing at Quinn, "..to eat popcorn, yeah popcorn."

The taller girl arched an eyebrow and looked at the diva.

"What? I just love popcorn okay?" huffed the tiny brunette defensively.

"Whatever floats your boat Berry."

After pulling up outside the diva's house and following her through the front door, the blonde couldn't say that she was surprised. Every square inch of the place screamed "Rachel" well that and "gay" but that was besides the point. Along the hallway leading to the sitting room, the walls were dotted with posters from musicals. Funny Girl, Wicked, Les Miserablès to name but a few. The thoroughly over-excited Rachel told Quinn to make herself comfortable while she went to fetch the supplies.

The blonde stretched out happily on the large L-shaped couch and took in her surroundings. A large plasma screen TV dominated much of the right hand side of the room, next to it was a stand piled high with DVDs. To the right hand side of the TV was a beautiful open fireplace, atop it stood various pictures of the diva through different stages of her life. The blonde smiled at a picture of the younger Berry grinning next to a snowman, her front two teeth were missing and she had snow all over her face, she looked like a little elf.

The girl in question appeared at the doorway clearly struggling to maintain her grip on what can only be described as an entire candy store. In her arms piled all the way above her head were chocolate bars, bags of sweets, crisps, and true to her world a little chocolate fountain perched precariously at the very top.

The blonde rushed to assist her and between them they managed to set everything down on the low coffee table beside the sofa. They both collapsed back on the couch as though they had just run a marathon.

"Jeez Berry, you don't do things half hearted do you?" the blonde said only half jokingly.

"You mean put less than a hundred percent into everything I do? Perish the thought" came the sarcastic reply.

After Quinn managed to get in a few more good gags about the uses the food could be put to in third world countries, the diva skipped to the TV and pressed play.

They had been sitting in silence watching the movie for about twenty minutes when it happened. The blonde had moved her arm to stretch it slightly, and in the process had grazed Rachel's boob.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. I totally just touched her boob! The cheerleader inwardly cringed.

She waited a few moments before she chanced a peek at the other girl. As far as she could tell the brunette hadn't even noticed, she was sitting on the edge of the couch Indian style, gazing fixedly, mumbling along with the lines, word perfect.

Wow she really didn't notice that I totally just groped her thought the blonde visibly relaxing. I wonder what I'd have to do to actually get a response out of her? Thought the cheerleader smirking. She then mentally berated herself for thinking about grabbing the diva's boob again and settled back in the chair to watch the remainder of the movie.

Beside her Rachel turned to smile at Quinn then switched her gaze to the TV slightly frowning.

Did Quinn Fabray just touch my boob?