A/N: Yay. I managed to get this one out before I thought I would. *Pats own back.* You guys enjoy this chapter. I'm not one to have favoritism, but it's one of my favorites so far. I don't even know why. Sometimes Rachel and Quinn are so sweet it makes my tooth ache. I'm wondering if I should add some drama. Anyway, hope you guys had a wonderful weekend and a lovely Monday. :)

P.S.: There might be a large time leap on next chapter, just FYI.

Chapter 10 – Butterfly (Jason Mraz)

I have an internal clock that goes off at 6:30 on weekdays so I've been awake for a while. She finally wakes up fifteen minutes after I do. She pulls me in closer and smells my neck. I giggle when the tip of her nose hits my skin; it tickles. "My arm is dead," she says and it makes me panic.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" I try to move away to free her arm but she doesn't let go of me. Instead, she simply moves her arm.

"Stop it." She tells me. I sigh and stop moving, against my will, and the she says, "Morning, baby." It ignites this thing inside of me to hear her call me baby. I smile and feel her kiss my neck.

I giggle again because it still tickles, and then I turn around to say, "Morning, yourself."

"Did you sleep well?" She questions with a smile.

"The best." I reassure her. It has been the best sleep I got in a while. I felt so comfortable and protected during the night.

"Good, I'm glad. What time do you have to go to practice?"

Her eyes are dancing all over my features. There's no more than two inches of space between our faces. "Starts at 7:30 but I should really be there by 7:15." I move some hair away from her face and it hits me just how adorable she is. Even without makeup, she's beautiful. "You're so cute." I lean forward and kiss her all over.

"You're more." She says.

Lies! I know what I look like in the morning! "Shut up. I just woke up! I probably look awful." I want to cover my face, suddenly embarrassed but she stops me by my wrists and pulls my hands away from my eyes.

"I like you like this. I think you still look breathtaking." I don't want to smile at what she just said but she leans forward and kisses me.

"Morning breath!" I succeed in getting away from her this time. I really do have to go if I want to be at practice on time and if I let her sweet talk me, I'll spend the entire day here. "And I really have to get going." I pick up my clothes and go to the bathroom but I can feel Rachel's eyes on me as I move around.

I wash my face and change quickly. I want to brush my teeth though. I feel disgusting without brushing it and I really want to kiss her but I won't do that before brushing my teeth. I open the door and ask her, "you wouldn't have a spare toothbrush by any chance?" Rachel's lying on the bed, with an arm across her eyes. her t-shirt has ridden up her smooth stomach and I have to consciously look away before I drool. She opens her eyes. "I have to go back to my room anyway to get my duffle bag and change before practice, but I'd really appreciate it if I could brush my teeth."

She groans and rolls out of bed. She winces when she hits the ground and I laugh. She comes in the bathroom and finds a new toothbrush in a drawer and hands it to me. "Here." She tells me and kisses my cheek.

"Thank you."

She decides to go ahead and brush hers too, and by the glint in her eyes, I can tell she's doing it just so she can kiss me, too. The bathroom is not huge, so we keep hitting each other as we try to move around. When we're both done, she pins me against the counter and wipes some toothpaste from my bottom lip to kiss me. I moan because damn, that was hot. Her entire body is flush against mine and I have to force my eyes open to kiss her and push her away. "As much as I want to stay – and trust me, I want to stay – I really have to go or I'll be late."

She groans and steps forward again, "you could ditch them and just stay with me all morning." I really want to stay and I have to fight the urge to just take her back to bed and fall asleep again.

The only solution I see is to get out of there as soon as I can before staying, even though I know she knows I have to go. I laugh and kiss her, "I'll miss you." And I get out of there as fast as I can.

It's only when I'm downstairs, in the dorm's lobby, that I remember I left my gift in the room. So I text her.

Quinn Fabray: I might've left my present in your room in my rush to leave.

Rachel Berry: More the reason for you to come back after your first class ;)

We scramble into my room. The door only shuts completely because she backs me into it. The room is dark like I assumed it'd be. I'm so happy my roommate isn't here right now. She's panting in my mouth and grabbing everything she possibly can. I moan when she bites my lip and drop my head to the right so she can lick the left side of my neck up to my jawline.

"Fuck," I say. Our make out sessions have become more and more intense since we became official. After sleeping in her room on Thursday, after my birthday, there is a growing need to be closer to each other all the time.

Her thighs are on each side of my left leg and her right hand is crawled up underneath my blouse. "So hot." She mumbles as she nibbles down my collarbone. My eyes shoot up when I feel her left hand pull my ass and she hits me just right. "Damn."

"Rach," I say. I have to remind her we have to be leaving soon for my birthday party. I can't be late for my own birthday, can I? I open my mouth again to say something but I can't remember what it is when her right hand reaches right under my breast. She's hovering and sometimes lightly touching my ribs with her fingertips, waiting for permission. I'm supposed to shake my head no and tell her we have to go, but instead my head nods. She doesn't take her time. She takes her index finger and pulls my bra up and away, instantly rubbing my nipple. We moan at the same time.

She leans forward and we kiss, inhaling all the air we can. "We have to go to your party."

I mumble and nod dumbly.

She rocks forward once and my back rides up and down the wooden door behind us.

"You can't be late." She reminds us. She does it again.

I know she's right. I want to keep going so badly. I've been thinking about this ever since we first met, and we've taken our relationship slow, but right now, more than ever, I want her. But she's right. And so I slow down our kiss, and we rest our foreheads to each other's. "I kind of hate you for that." I tell her, but I don't mean it. We take our time to catch our breaths and then she pulls my bra back down and kisses my lips a lot more chaste than before.

"I want our first time to not be in a hurry." She mumbles before running a hand down my neck and grabbing it. "So I can take my time exploring you." Her voice is husky and it does nothing to ease my lust at the moment. I groan when she turns on the light next to me and pulls away. The throbbing sensation between my legs insisting we continue what we started.

I shove her on the shoulder lightly as I make my way to the mirror to adjust my hair and make-up and she laughs and leans on my desk to watch me. "That was really hot though."

I roll my eyes, "you don't have to tell me that."

"Hurry up and get your stuff so we can go! I don't want to stay a second longer alone in your company or I'll just have to do something about it." I turn to face her with amused eyes, and she winks. I turn back around to the mirror with a low growl.

"You're teasing me." I fix my eyeliner and face her again, "How do I look?"

She nods and bites her bottom lip, "you know you look gorgeous. You always do. It's fuckin' ridiculous actually." She pushes herself off my desk and starts to slowly walk my way. I giggle, but I have to move, so we can get going.

"No! Don't you dare touch me right now!" I point an index finger at her to keep her from taking another step. I walk around her and to my desk where she was and connect my phone to the charger. She keeps her back to me and I can see her shoulder move up and down as she laughs.

She shakes her head and says, "I don't know how I'm going to survive all night long without touching you."

"Just stay away from me." I joke and find the dress and jacket I'm changing into. I pass by her again on the way to the bathroom and stop to peck her on the cheek but it happens so fast she doesn't even have time to blink.

Once I'm changed, I check my phone to see if it's charged. It charged up to 20% which means it will only last another thirty minutes. I just leave my phone in the room. Anyone I might want to text will be at the party tonight.

"Ready?" She asks.

"Yeah." I wrap a scarf around my neck and let her grab my hand and lead us out the door.

Brittany and Santana are dirty dancing on the dance floor to my right. Kurt and Blaine are sitting at a table off to the side talking and drinking. Sam is chatting up Mercedes, Rachel's friend from theatre. Mike sulks behind him. I sigh. I glance over at Rachel, talking to Tina excitedly while holding a beer in her hand. I walk over to him and greet some people on the way.

"Hey, Mike." I say and hug him.

"Hey! Happy birthday, Q." He says hugging me back. He tries to not look at where Brittany is before looking back at me, "nice party."

"It's the same as last year's, Mike. And you were here then too." I smile.

He takes a swig of his drink and smiles back, "So you and Rachel all official, huh?"

I glance at where she is again and she waves at me. "Yes, we are."

"I'm happy for you." He waves at Rachel, too.

"Why aren't you dancing? You're the best dancer here."

He looks at me disbelievingly, "that's a lie. We all know she is." He points the tip of his beer at Brittany on the dance floor.

I shake my head, "Ugh, I'm sorry. For all of that." I wave my hand in front of us, referring to Santana practically stealing Brittany from him. "If it weren't for me meeting Rach –"

"Whoa!" He throws a hand up to stop me from speaking, "it's so not your fault. They would've met eventually."

Rachel's looking at us with a concerned expression and then she turns back at Tina to listen to what the girl is saying and then it hits me. Why not? Besides the obvious – they're both Asian - Tina is talented! She can dance! She can sing. She can act. It's perfect! She's beautiful and perfect for Mike. I excuse myself from Mike and he nods. I walk over to Rachel and ask Tina if I can steal her for a second with a wink, pulling Rachel away into a dark corner. Rachel has a smirk on her face.

"I'm not pulling you away to make out with you." I tell her and she pretends to be sad by this but then she straightens up and nods, letting me know she's listening. "Mike and Tina are like, perfect for each other!" I burst out.

"You want to hook them up?" She asks and looks back to where Tina is watching people dancing. I glance over at Mike and redirect her gaze at him with my hand.

I giggle, excited, "oh my gosh! I can't believe I never thought about it before. Go get Tina and come talk to me and Mike. We'll introduce them and find an excuse to walk away."

"I can think of a real reason for us to walk away." She winks, snickers, and grabs my hand. We walk over to Tina first and Mike looks at me with a skeptical frown. Then I call him over and he comes.

"Tina Cohen-Chang, this is Mike…" she trails off because only then does she realize that, "Chang." I burst out laughing and the two look down, embarrassed but smiling. "You guys should, um, talk." Rachel says between laughter. "Quinn and I are gonna… we're gonna…"

"We're gonna go!" I say and pull her away from them. I lead her to the dance floor and we start moving to the beat.

"We're gonna dance, babe?" She murmurs in my ear, close enough for me to feel her lips. "I had other ideas of what to do with our time."

I wrap my hands around her neck and feel her hands rest on my waist, "I can't ditch my own party to go kiss some pretty girl. I can, however, kiss you right here." I kiss her then and she tightens her hold on me. I hear the people around us hoot and shout 'yeahs!' over the music. We smile as we tentatively let go of each other to look at the people.

"Seems like it's time for the cake!" I hear one of my cheerleaders say. They bring out the cake and the DJ starts the Happy Birthday song. Rachel is obviously singing the loudest, right next to my ear, grinning.

"Happy birthday, again, blondie." Santana says and sits next to me. Rachel's on my lap, with an arm around my shoulder.

"Thank you, Santana." I say.

"Be nice," Rachel warns her and she nods. She kisses me once before walking over to Britt. They start dancing.

"So, Quinn." She starts. I sense that she might want to say something that I might need to get it out of her.

I give her time before tentatively asking, "yeah?"

She runs a hand down her neck, scratching behind her ear, "I was thinking…"

I try to be patient, "Thinking about?"

"You know… thinking and I was talking to Britt, too."

"Just spill it, Santana."

She mumbles something. I can't hear it so I lean forward. It's the first time I've ever seen Santana like this. She looks a little embarrassed but mostly… nervous.

"Santana, you're going to have to repeat that." I try to say it as nicely as I can, and when she looks back up, I smile to reassure her that it's okay.

She sighs, "I was wondering if I could join the squad." She says.

I smile.

"Wow," she says, out of breath. She shakes her head and guides my hand up above my head and holds it there. She leans forward and attacks my mouth again.

"I know." I tell her. I let her taste my neck, my collarbone, my neck again. She kisses my jawline, my cheek; she licks my ear and then bites lightly behind my ear. "She said she'll even try out."

"That's… wow."

"Mhm."

I pull her closer by the ass, and we're in the same position we were in before we left my dorm, except now we're in an empty, dark room, in The Lounge. She gasps and releases my other hand, which automatically joins its companion on her very nice, very firm, very delicious behind.

"Shit."

"I know."

Someone barges in the room and we fly apart. She looks frustrated and groans when they turn on the light.

"A fight broke out! Someone called campus security! And Coach Sylvester is on her way!" The brunette cheerleader, Clarissa, explains to us with a look that can only be described as panic.

I mumble, "fuck." I turn to Rachel and say, "You should go. This will come back to me anyway since it's my party, but besides that I'm the head cheerleader, I should've been out there."

Rachel looks at Clarissa and she takes the hint and leaves. "Sweetheart," she says and approaches me, taking my hands, "I can stay with you; it's no problem."

I shake my head, "You won't want to. Trust me. Sylvester will try to blame you. It'll be boring. I'll call you when I leave here. I promise." I kiss her one last time before turning her the direction of the door and patting her butt. She leaves but looks back one last time before leaving.

"Where were you, Q?" Coach asks me, her tone cool from across her desk. We're all in her office – the two campus security men, myself, Coach, Sam Evans, and the dude he got in a fight with, Marcus Something.

"I wasn't there." I try to keep my answer as vague as possible because Sam Evans fighting with this Marcus guy about another girl only means one thing to Coach: loss money from potential sponsors.

"Try again." She enunciates each word.

"I was with my, uh, my girlfriend."

She arches an eyebrow and looks at the boys, then at the security people, "It won't happen again. If it does, I will make sure your lives here will be a living hell. Now go." The guys scurry out of there, avoiding each other, and the security cops tilt their heads before making an exit. "Have a seat, Q."

I do as told.

"Please, enlighten me. Girlfriend?" She says and turns on her shaker. It makes an obnoxious noise for about ten seconds.

"I'm in a relationship with Rachel Berry." Might as well just come out and say it.

Her mouth hangs open and she narrows her eyes. She's quiet for a long moment until she just says, "No."

Wait. What? "Excuse me?"

"No. You cannot date her. Break up with her tonight."

"Why not?" I try to keep my voice low and respectful but I'm already getting pissed.

"Number 1, she is a girl. Number 2, she is not Sam Evans – whom we discussed would be good for you to date because –"

"And what is the problem with her being a girl exactly?" My voice rises just a little bit.

"Our team can be accepting of lesbians and gays, Q. You know we are. And I know you told me you like girls, that's fine. But you cannot make your relationship public. You're the head cheerleader. It'll lose us sponsors." She says. "Sam Evans wouldn't have been in a fight tonight had you and him been dating like I said from the beginning."

I'm angry. She's going on about how I should've listened to her and all this crap but I'm still upset at her telling me to break up with Rachel. "I'm not breaking up with Rachel, Coach. I'm sorry." I get up, and walk over to the door.

"You have to or else…"

"Or else what?" I explode at her, turning around with ferocity. "Or else you'll take away my position? And then we would lose sponsors, Coach. Because I will tell them that you are homophobic and that you are discriminating me because of my sexuality. It would probably go National, don't you think? And you might even lose your job. So you better reconsider. I'm not quitting either. So you watch out. By the way, don't go after Sam Evans or Rachel. So help me God – if you do anything to her, you'll regret it." By the time I'm done speaking, my chest is heaving. My inner HBIC came out and I couldn't do anything about it. In my head I'm freaking out now that I got it all out of my system. I look at Coach and she looks pale, her eyes are wide and focused on me.

She finally drops her gaze and takes in a deep breath, "Wow, you remind me so much of a young Sue Sylvester. Now get out of here before I change my mind."

I'm shaking when I walk out of her office. I slam the door behind me and pick up my coat and bag from a chair. The Lounge is a complete mess and no one stayed behind to wait for campus security; the cheerleaders will probably have to clean it on Monday morning practice. I don't linger there.

I step out into the cold, night air. Rachel is there. She looks worried, chewing on her bottom lip. I smile because I really wasn't expecting her. "What are you doing here?"

She looks up and uncrosses her arms, "I couldn't go. Is everything alright? I spoke briefly to Sam Evans when he left but he told me Coach Sylvester wanted to speak to you alone after she found out about me." She looks down and goes back to chewing on her lip.

I run a thumb over it to make her stop and kiss her. "Everything's great. I basically threatened her if she did anything to you, and told her she wouldn't take my position away from me. It was very empowering at the moment, though I was shaking like a leaf."

"You said that?" Her eyes widen and I giggle.

"Of course I did. She…" I look away quickly before finding her hand, "she straight up told me to break up with you. There is no way in hell that's happening."

"What if she kicked you off the squad?" She asks, surprised but I can tell she's also relieved.

"That's how I threatened her. I said if she did I would just claim she was discriminating me for being gay." I shrug like it's no big deal and Rachel stops walking to look at me.

"You're crazy." She shakes her head, "You're crazy but I have to admit that you taking charge like that… kinda hot." She smirks and arches an eyebrow at me.

I pull her in by the hand. I look behind me to see her staring right at my butt with a lazy grin. Mary told me earlier that day that she'd be out with her boyfriend all weekend. I bring our bodies together and kiss her before breaking away and pushing her on my bed.

I stare at her from where I stand and she stares right back with a cocky smirk and a twinkle in her eyes. I lick my lips and straddle her. She laughs when I kiss her face all over. Then she places a hand on each side of my face to still me and kisses me right on my lips. "You taste really good. Like Quinn and strawberries and a little bit of vodka."

I hum at her and we massage our tongues together. "You can take off my dress if you want." I offer. She giggles and drops her head to my neck and sniffs it before biting it softly. She follows the bite with a lick. Her hands make way to my zipper, and after a few seconds of struggling she manages to get it to work. She slides it down slowly. When the zipper reaches the bottom, she looks up and kisses me again, sucking on my top lip.

I pull of her sweater in one swift motion and my eyes fall to her breasts, covered by a lacy black bra. I lick my lips and lean forward to place open-mouthed kisses on her collarbone, on her throat up her neck, under her chin. She shivers and moans and I can't help but smirk against her oh so tasty tan skin.

That's when she reaches both hands under the fabric of my dress and settles them on my thighs. She lightly caresses it and trails her fingers up and up and then takes the dress off. She holds my waist and then graciously she moves her right hand across my stomach and back down my thigh, "You're flawless."

I'm suddenly shy being looked at so close but what she says eases me a little. "You're too kind," I kiss her again, running my hands down her back to the bra clasp.

"Just honest." I hear her mumble.

I'm lying naked under the covers with her naked body pressed tightly up against my back. Her hand is just now trailing back up my stomach, and when she reaches between my breasts, I shudder again. I find her hand and interlace my fingers with hers and rest our hands right under my stomach. "I can feel her center right up against my ass and I just love it. She's nuzzling my neck with her nose, "that was amazing."

I'm still breathless, trying to catch my breath after our second round. I'm exhausted. "I'm afraid I'm never gonna want to do anything else other than make love to you."

She hums contently behind me and trails kisses from that spot on my neck down to the top of my bare shoulder. "Maybe we don't have to." We laugh quietly.

Right now, nothing else really matters. I know that we were meant to meet each other and meant to be together. I could see myself falling for this girl and falling hard. I might already be down that road to be completely honest. She hugs me tighter to her and I let myself mold completely to her form now that my body's not so heightened.

I feel her softly blow air on my skin. It cools me down and heats me up at the same time. If she keeps touching me and doing things to me, we'll end up going for another round. For now, I'm completely happy to let her hold me and just feel her all around me.

And then she lets go of my hand and props herself up on her right elbow and starts trailing her index finger up and down my arm. I shiver at the feeling and turn around completely to look into her eyes. She's not looking at my eyes; she's following her finger across my collarbone, up my neck, over my ear. Then she switches to her thumb and she cups my face gently and leans in to kiss me while gently running her thumb over my cheekbones.

Our legs end up intertwining more than they were and in a heartbeat she pulls me back on top of her and lies back down, dragging me to fully cover her with my body. My head falls in the crook of her neck and I stick out my tongue to taste her again.

My body starts to move against hers in synchrony and within seconds we're panting and gasping and whimpering. I'm riding her leg as I watch her eyes grow in wanton. It's when she licks her lips that I fall forward and capture them with my own. I take a bite of her bottom lip and she giggles, and then groans and then gasps a cuss word. It's so hot, it makes me go faster.

The blankets are around my hips by this point, and my breasts are bouncing and I love the way she'll push me back just to watch them sometimes. Then curiosity takes the best of her and she starts to touch and play and feel them as if she hasn't just done that and it's always new and curious hot and it makes me wetter.

We keep going like this and that feeling at the pit of my stomach that's been tightening gets so tight I need release and I need it soon. I pull her up by the back of her neck and she's sitting up, canting her hips up and down to match mine. Her back is sweaty and my hand slides easily up to her neck where I throw my arms over and let her carry me over the edge. I kiss her as soon as I feel it explode, wanting to taste her as the white pleasure takes over my mind and my body and as deep as my soul.

A few seconds later, she grips my waist harder and I know she's coming, too. Her mouth hangs open with no sound and her eyes are closed tight. Our chests are heaving in unison, falling and rising until she drops back down and I go along. We fall on a bed of laughter and deep breaths.

"Damn." She whispers.

"I'm auditioning for another play on Monday." She tells me from her spot on the bed.

I turn around with a bright grin on my face and she has a smile of her own on her lips. "Really?" I sit back down on the bed and she grabs my hand and starts playing with my fingers.

"Yeah, it's not a musical but it's going to be great anyway."

"Which one is it?"

"Cyrano de Bergerac."

I smile. I read that in high school. It's a French play and the only reason why I read it was because I watched the movie once on TV. "I'm sure you'll get it. You're the best actress they have." I lean down and kiss her on the middle of her forehead. She closes her eyes at the contact and sighs.

"Thank you." She finds my lips with hers and we kiss.

She gets up and starts looking for her clothes. "Aw," I say, "I like you better naked."

She lets out a hearty laugh and side-eyes me from where she's putting her jeans back on. I'm staring at the way her leg muscles flex when she bends over to pull up one of the jeans' legs.

"Honestly, I don't want to be clothed around you." She says and comes back to where I'm sitting. She stands in front of me with a sneaky grin. She threads her fingers through my hair. "But," I close my eyes as she massages my scalp, "I have to meet with Santana for brunch."

I roll my eyes, "I totally forgot about that." I wrap my arms around her waist and place my head on her stomach. Her fingers don't stop running through my hair. I feel her bend over and kiss the top of my head. "Tell her I said 'hey'." I say and open my eyes and bring them up to meet hers. She has an adorable look in them; I can see the joy in them.

Rachel tugs at my arm so I get up. She worms her arms around my neck and my hands dip underneath her sweater. "I'll call you later, okay, gorgeous?" She asks.

"You better." I warn her with a giggle.

She nods with assurance and kisses me one last time before I let her go. "Let me know how your study group goes later," she says from the door.

"Bye." I wave and she leaves but only after she blows me a kiss.

I've been in the library for two hours now. I take off my reading glasses and place it on the table with a sigh and rub my temple. I have a test in Literature class tomorrow so I have been reviewing my notes. My study group ended about half an hour ago but I decided to stay longer just because I had nothing else planned for the day and I really want to do well on this test.

I don't even hear her come up until she's planting herself on my lap and letting her book bag fall to our feet. "Hi," She says and kisses my cheek.

"Hi!" I smile. It's a delightful surprise to see her here and it spreads warmth through my chest.

Her eyes crinkle as she smiles at me and I see her holding out a cup of coffee, "I came here to bring you this. A little pick me up in the middle of your day." I grab it and then kiss her. She smells delightful. Like heaven.

"Thank you! You're amazing, do you know that?" I ask her and take a sip, my lips smiling around the cup.

She laughs and dips her head in to kiss my neck. "So I've heard. From a few people."

I laugh and set the cup down, careful not to drop it on my notes, to properly hold her. "You're hilarious."

"Who says I'm kidding, baby?" She asks with a wicked grin.

I know she isn't. It doesn't surprise me that people have told her that because she really is. In more ways than one. "I know you aren't." I narrow my eyes in fake annoyance and she laughs again.

"I missed you all day."

It's still three in the afternoon. It makes me laugh so hard my cheeks hurt. Mostly because I felt the same. I've been thinking all day about the moment when I would get the call her and hear her voice just tell me about her day. I wouldn't even care about what we talk about as long as I got to relax with her voice in my ear. "I did, too."

Her hand fists the collar of the plaid shirt I'm wearing, "So kiss me." She orders and pulls me in.

I don't even try to fight it because I want to kiss her so badly. I linger touching our lips and when she opens her mouth and invites me in, my stomach flips and I regret being in the library. We back away from each other and she stands up. She hands me the coffee again and steals another kiss. "Mmm, you taste like Caramel Macchiato. So damn delicious." I laugh and put my glasses back on and open my notes as she grabs her backpack. "I'll see you later, hot stuff. You look hot with those glasses, by the way." She winks and growls at me in an attempt to look sexy and it kind of works but it mostly makes me laugh at her dorkyness.

"See you later, baby." She walks away and out of the library and from my seat I watch her go with a smile on my face. I don't think I've ever had an interaction with her where I didn't smile. I can't help it; it's just the way she makes me feel.

Mike called me earlier to ask if I wanted to hang out and go grab a movie. I instantly agreed because after three hours in the library reading, all I wanted to do was not think. Also, I wanted a chance to become better friends with him; to help him get over Britt and just because he is a good guy and I think he could become a really good friend.

I met him outside of The Lounge and walked to the movie theatre. "So, how's it been with Rachel?" He asks. He's such a genuine guy. His eyes smile almost as large as his lips and I feel comfortable in hanging out with him without feeling the need to constantly tell him to back off.

"Everything's perfect." I admit. Usually I would feel shy at a moment like this but the thought of Rachel makes me feel like it's okay if I brag a little bit. "She's awesome. Just today she surprised me in the library just to bring me coffee. I wasn't even expecting it."

"From the times her and I got to talk during productions, she always seemed like a cool girl. I always assumed she wasn't into relationships though." He says with a shrug.

"Well, from what I understand, she wasn't. Apparently I'm the exception." I say with no apologies.

He nods along, understanding, "Totally. I can see how you could change that." He laughs and holds the door open of the movies for me, "So, I wanted to thank you."

"For?" I ask as I make my way to the ticket booth.

"Tina." He admits and makes a motion to the person behind the counter that he's paying. I raise an eyebrow at him and grin.

"Really?" I ask and thank the man for the ticket. "Thanks." I tell him and he just waves it off.

"Yeah. She's awesome. And I know it was your idea to introduce us."

I purse my lips. Caught. "Well, I'd say I'm sorry but I'm not and I'm happy for you."

"Oh! Don't say sorry!" We laugh. "She's perfect for me!" His eyes shine as he tells me about how they talked for the duration of the party last night and they exchanged numbers and have a date planned for tomorrow evening. Before the movie begins I make him promise me that he'll fill me in on the date afterwards.

I call Rachel on my way up to my room after the movie and tell her about Mike and Tina. She's giddy when she finds out and admits that my idea was genius. She also says that Santana will like to know he's okay now. Santana, apparently, had been feeling a little remorse at stealing Britt – what a surprise.

"Speaking of Santana, when does she get to try out for the squad?" She asks. I hear some shuffling on the other side and a door opens and closes. I assume she's just now leaving the studio.

"I mean, it's kind of late for her to join now because we're almost halfway through second semester… Spring break is in a month and stuff. But she can try out with me and I'll make sure she's in it for next year. She can even start hanging out with us if she'd like."

"I doubt she'll ever admit to wanting that." She laughs. "But," her voice perks up, "you mentioned Spring Break is coming soon…"

I stay quiet and let her finish her thought.

"You should come back home with me to meet my parents. I've told them so much about you and they mentioned it today that I should bring you with me to Lima."

I'm a little shocked, not going to lie. But I'm also ecstatic. This is good. This is forward. This is awesome! I immediately agree and only after do I hope I didn't sound so eager. "Yes! Of course. I mean, it'd be great to do that."

She sounds relieved, "good. They'll be happy to hear you agreed. It'll be fun. I promise."

"I believe you. I'll be looking forward to it. Are Kurt and Santana coming home with you?"

"Kurt is actually going down to Florida with Blaine and some other friends. Santana is going but only for the second half of the break so she can make it to her family's barbeque."

I bite my lip at the idea of having most of Rachel's attention during all of Spring Break. In her hometown. In her home. Hanging out with her friends and family. It's a little bit scary but mostly exciting. "I can't wait," I tell her and mean it.

Rachel suddenly yelps and I hear a thud. Then there's the sound of papers coming and then her voice comes through the phone, "Sorry! Sorry, baby. I dropped my phone. Give me a second!"

I chuckle and smile.

This girl.