So yes, maybe it was still there. The spark that suddenly lit up anytime they were together; whether it was out of anger, frustration or…more. Rachel's resolution to not fall into Quinn's attractive embrace at their first meeting was slowly crumbling down. Especially after that kiss.

"I uh, I should go in now." Rachel said.

She let go of Quinn's hand to find her keycard and hoped that her dizziness would dissipate while she was rummaging through her purse. The presence of the blonde still so close to her wasn't helping the process. She could almost feel Quinn's regular warm breath on her neck and each one made her want to drop her purse and key altogether and just kiss her again.

"You're blushing." Quinn said in a quiet tone.

The brunette could almost hear the smile in her voice. These were her first words after the kiss and they certainly didn't help Rachel regain her composure. Rachel finally found her key and looked up to find hazel eyes staring at her. She tried not to think about the proximity, about her lips still so close and their hands brushing against each other.

"It's hot in these hallways… I don't know…"

"Is Rachel Berry at a loss for words?" Quinn teased.

Quinn didn't know what was going on within her but she was on a roll and there was no way she'd stop anytime soon. Maybe it was just the kiss, maybe it was much more. The teasing put them back in earlier days and it seemed to help Rachel pull herself together.

"I don't know Quinn, maybe if you didn't stand so close to me…" she answered truthfully.

"I'm not sure I can do otherwise" Quinn admitted, taking the brunette's hand in hers once again.

"Well you managed for the last ten years."

Rachel let the blonde take her hand but only because she was distracted by the storm going on in her mind. The answer was both bitter and sad but Rachel never broke eye contact. This wasn't fair, Quinn couldn't just intrude her life and make her feel like…this. She never asked how New York was, she never wrote, she never called. She was still in touch with Santana and Brittany but never tried to reach her in ten freaking years. And Rachel was fine with it, she got over the little feelings she might have had in high school and she…No, she didn't forget her. But she was fine until that stupid letter two weeks ago. She hadn't found anyone extraordinary, only girlfriends here and there. She lived in New York for the most of her time but not a single soul had made her feel more alive than when she was singing. Quinn used to make her want to shut up. She made her feel like she was more than just a voice; and she was the only one who ever had that effect on her.

She felt a pressure on her hand. Quinn had squeezed it involuntarily.

"I'm so sorry." Quinn whispered.

The exact same words Quinn had said when she had slapped her. The sadness in her eyes looked the same, too. They didn't say "I'm sorry" as much as "I hate myself for this". The blame w as just too much to handle and it broke Rachel's heart. She had seen too much of it, too much of sad green-hazel eyes. She squeezed Quinn's hand in return.

"It's just, confusing you know?" Rachel's voice was barely over a whisper.

For the first time this evening, Quinn became herself again, forgetting her desire to change that had been pushing her over her limits the whole time.

"I know" she admitted. "I just… I feel like an idiot for so many things… I just want to, I don't know, make it up…"

"We have time for that." Rachel answered. "I should really go to bed now." She said reluctantly.

They were standing so close to each other Rachel could almost see the reflection of her distraught self in Quinn's eyes. When she gestured to enter her room, she felt her arm being slightly tugged at and the hand that was holding hers ended up on her waist. Next thing she knew, a soft pair of lips that felt deliciously familiar were on hers again. Quinn quickly deepened the kiss and gently pressed Rachel against her own room's door. The brunette moaned against her lips and grabbed Quinn by the collar to bring her closer. She didn't care if Quinn had completely blown her off ten years ago; the only thing that mattered now was that her hands were on her waist and making their way down and it was driving her crazy. Quinn let her hand grab the hem of Rachel's dress and started slowly lifting it up. She wanted to feel more skin, less fabric. Rachel wasn't wearing any tights and the blonde couldn't be more grateful for that decision. She moaned into the kiss, quickly echoed by Rachel. When she realized things were getting way out of control she leaned back and put her hand back up on the brunette's tiny waist. Both of their cheeks were flushed and they were breathing irregularly. Quinn seemed to hesitate but finally leaned in one last time and softly kissed her cheek before letting go of her waist.

"Goodnight." She said, the shadow of a smile playing on her lips.

"Night" Rachel answered and finally entered her room.

She would lie if she said she didn't imitate numerous scenes from her favorite romantic movies and leaned against her door while uttering a content sigh.

Quinn walked to her room automatically, her brain already replaying the whole evening. When she got in, she saw an indistinct shape in the bed and didn't turn the lights on not to wake Olivia. She undressed in the bathroom and slipped into bed next to her seemingly sleeping friend. She didn't even have the time to close her eyes when she heard Olivia's voice :

"So did you kiss her?"

Olivia couldn't see Quinn's bright smile when she answered

"Yes. Twice."

"Oh my god you stud! Well, she is really pretty."

"She's beautiful." Quinn sighed. "And wait till you hear her sing."

"You sound so sweet it's disgusting." Olivia nudged Quinn under the cover.

"You're just jealous." The blonde teased.

"Yeah, right."

Quinn heard the pout in her friend's voice and moved closer the hug her.

"What the hell?" Olivia protested but leaned into Quinn's arms all the same.

"Night Liv" Quinn whispered in a sleepy tone.

"Night Q."