AN: Hey everybody, sorry for the late update but as I've said I've been working on Faberry Week. Not completely done yet but I'm working on it. Also on a slightly different note I have bought me a FaberryCon lanyard, flash drive, and a button. I've been wanting some Faberry stuff and now I have some. I'm just so happy. Now I just need a shirt or maybe a jacket or something like that.

Edit: Sorry about that. I made a slight change to the chapter but I haven't cleared out my documents and Ch 10 of "Love, Maybe" was right under Ch 10 of "The Running Back" Simple miss-click, and I was kind of in a hurry so I didn't check. My bad. Sorry again. But everyone makes mistakes, right?

Rachel's date with Quinn had gone perfectly, that is if you ignored certain mishaps and her fathers' attempts of embarrassing her. Aside from that everything went like a dream. Rachel couldn't help but smile for the rest of the weekend. It was a long wait and all she wanted was to see Quinn again and maybe plan a second date. Rachel had learned a lot from her first date with Quinn; her first date ever to be exact.

She had made a few mistakes like calling so early and not taking Quinn's food preferences into consideration but Rachel was determined to use what she had learned to be a better girlfriend, or at least she would once she actually attained the title of girlfriend. Until then she'd just have to take Quinn out on more date, and Rachel was more than okay with that.

On Monday morning when school started the first thing that Rachel did was look for Quinn. It wasn't a long search. Rachel found Quinn at her locker talking with Santana and Brittany. She couldn't see her face but it was clear that Quinn was still upset with the dirty trick that Santana had pulled to get out of cleaning up. Rachel understood perfect but at the same time she had enjoyed getting some alone time with Quinn. Part of actually wanted to thank Santana, but she wasn't going to.

Rachel slowly snuck up on them. Once she was directly behind Quinn, Rachel got up on her tippy-toes and wrapped her arms around Quinn's shoulders. The no kissing rule was still tentatively under effect so Rachel just kissed Quinn's cheek. "Good morning beautiful." Santana made a gagging gesture, one which Rachel took with stride. The way Rachel saw it Santana owed her, not because she skipped out on cleaning, but because Rachel could already feel Quinn calming down.

"Morning to you too." Quinn twisted her head to the side and gently pecked Rachel's cheek as well. Santana groaned her disgust but a pout from Brittany was all that was needed to cease her instigating. "Whipped," Quinn whispered to which Rachel giggled. Quinn laughed a moment later and it was obvious that Santana wanted to glare at them but she stopped herself from doing so. She linked arms with Brittany and went off to class, much to Rachel's delight.

Once more she had Quinn all to herself. She let of her and Quinn spun around. "So, I had a lot of fun the other day and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out again sometime… maybe this weekend?" She smiled hopefully.

"I'd love to." Rachel was about to squeal in triumph but Quinn continued on, "But I can't." Rachel pouted. "My sister is visiting this weekend," she explained. "I don't see her very often since she goes to school over in California so I'd really like to spend as much time with her as I can." Rachel nodded her understanding as she tried to put on a smile. She was happy for Quinn but she was still disappointed. "But… I'm free next weekend."

At that Rachel did squeal. "That'll be splendid."

"Great, I can't wait to see what you have planned for me." She kissed her on the cheek once more and then headed off to class.

It was probably for the best that Rachel would have to wait an extra week before her next date with Quinn. It would give her more time to plan as well as to heal. The game Friday night had left its mark, or two, or three. Her bruises looked worse than they actually were but they still hurt. It'd be nice to have them gone before her next date. That way it'd be easier to cuddle and Rachel would be able to show some skin if she wanted to. She probably wasn't going to, it was still too early in the relationship, but having the option would have been nice. Despite that, Rachel felt good about how everything was.

At lunch she sat down at the popular table once more, right next to Quinn. Apparently, word about their date had gotten around a bit. Some of the Cheerios were gossiping about it and the Titans were congratulating Rachel about it. Quinn seemed uncomfortable with all of it, but she took it with stride.

She held Rachel's hand under the table and talked with her friends as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Of course the topic continued to come up. It was kind of a big deal. Brittany in particular couldn't stop saying how cute she thought Quinn and Rachel were together. And perhaps the best part was that Santana could do nothing but agree with her. Rachel felt great; felt like nothing could bring her down.

Hours later though, Rachel would learn that she could in fact be taken down. It was during practice when Dave Karofsky tackled her. He was one of the bigger guys on the team but deep down Rachel could see that he was a big softie even if no one else could. Regardless, he could hit hard and Rachel knew that if she wanted her bruises to heal then she'd have to avoid getting hit by him.

Luckily they were on the same team. Rachel didn't want to think about how hard he'd tackle her if they weren't. Rachel took a moment to catch her breath and while doing so she looked over to the sidelines. She could see Quinn covering her eyes with her pompoms. The hit must have looked pretty bad. Dave reached out a hand and helped Rachel to her feet. "You okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

"Fine," Rachel answered, but she looked anything but with the way she was massaging her side. If Dave was going to argue, Rachel would never know because at that moment Coach Beiste blew her whistle and had them get back into formation. They ran more play, some rushing and others passing. All the while, Rachel did her best to avoid the defense but they weren't making it easy. Their victory seemed to have given them a newfound sense confidence and motivation.

They were determined to make it all the way this season and that was good news for Rachel. Even if she was already on her way to making Quinn her girlfriend she still wanted to help out Noah in winning that championship. Of course, Rachel would have preferred it if her teammates saved their enthusiasm for the real game. It wasn't as easy as it was initially to avoid their hits, but despite that Rachel was still able to gain some good yardage and a couple of times she broke away to the end zone.

Though by the time practice was over Rachel was exhausted. Her body ached. She slipped away into the girl's locker room and decided to take a shower; something that she normally wouldn't do. Despite being confident in most things in her life Rachel was quite self-conscious about her body, but she needed something to soothe the pain away. Besides, she'd finished before the Cheerios were done with their own practice.

Rachel let herself soak and washed the grim away. Playing football could get pretty dirty, something that Rachel didn't like very much. She felt much better after her shower. Rachel would still need some rest though to fully heal. She dried herself off and out of instinct checked to see if she was still alone. She was. Rachel quickly got changed and was able to get her top on right before the Cheerios came in.

In no time, Quinn was by her side. "Hey, you okay?" she asked worriedly.

"Yeah," Rachel answered. She actually felt a lot better after her shower so she was being completely honest. But she probably would have said yes either way. Rachel didn't want to make Quinn worry and so she was really glad that Quinn hadn't come in earlier. If she had then she may have been able to see Rachel's bruises. "I'm great Quinn."

For a moment Quinn was quiet as she was deciding whether or not she believed Rachel. Eventually she concluded that she did and she gave Rachel a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Rachel winced in slight discomfort but she did her best to ensure that Quinn didn't notice. As far as Rachel could tell, Quinn didn't but she still looked concerned. "Hey, I was going to try and get even with Santana but if you want I can just forget about that and give you a ride home; make sure that you're okay."

Rachel wanted to take up her offer, but she couldn't. "Um… actually Noah's giving me a ride home." Since Noah was Rachel's best friend it was only natural that she told him about her date, and once he'd found he became determined to get her to give up the goods. He wanted to know every single dirty detail and Rachel had told him nothing because frankly there wasn't a dirty detail to talk about. And even if there was Rachel wasn't the kind of girl to kiss and tell. Of course it was hard for her to make such claims seeing as she had only just had her first kiss at the party.

"Okay. I'll call you later then."

"Sounds good." Rachel received another kiss on the cheek before she left. Noah was already waiting for her outside. He was grinning. "I'm not telling you anything," she informed him. Noah's smile faltered slightly but he wouldn't give up so easily. As they went to the parking lot he continued on with his pestering.

"Oh, come on Jew Babe." He wrapped an around her shoulders as he led her along. "You've always told me everything." Rachel couldn't deny that. "Just give me something; it's not every day that my best friend scores with the hottest girl in school." He paused for a moment and then as an afterthought he added, "Or maybe you are going to score with Quinn every day." Rachel punched him, but she had to admit that she liked that idea. Noah rubbed his arm and laughed. "So I'm right, aren't I?"

Rachel scoffed and turned her head to the side so she wouldn't have to look at his smug expression. "No, Noah you aren't and that is the last thing I am going to say about that." Rachel crossed her arms over her chest just to emphasize her point. It was a battle of wills and as long as she could hold out until she got home Rachel knew that Noah would back down.

Noah sighed. "You know you're going to tell me eventually, might as well just tell me now." Rachel held strong and kept her lips shut. Noah kept trying but he kept things honest. He didn't try putting Rachel on a guilt trip since he did put his neck on the line to get her on the football team in the first place, nor did he take a long route to her house so that he'd have more time to annoy her. Rachel was quite proud of him and in the end she decided to talk.

But not until the very, very end.

Once she was out of the car, Rachel turned to Noah before closing the door and said, "We kissed… a couple of times, and we're going to go out again!" She let out a squeal afterwards.

"That's my girl!" He leaned in close to her and gave her a big one-armed hug. "I'm happy for you Jew Babe, I really am. As crazy as your plan was, I guess it worked."

"Not yet," Rachel corrected, to which Noah raised a confused eyebrow. "The goal of the plan was to get Quinn to be my girlfriend," Rachel clarified, although that didn't seem to make anything clearer to him. If anything, he looked be even more befuddled.

"You're taking her out on a second date," he pointed out. "Doesn't that make her your girlfriend?" he asked. Rachel fought the urge to roll her eyes, but she did so anyway.

"A second date does not guarantee a steady relationship, Noah. But I suppose I shouldn't expect you to know something like that," she playfully teased. Noah placed a hand over his heart in feigned hurt. "I'm close, but I'm not there yet."

"So you're still going to stay on the team?"

"Yes, I am." And in fact Rachel was planning to stay on the team for the rest of the season regardless of her relationship status with Quinn. Preferably, Rachel would like be going steady with Quinn prior to the end of the season but either way Rachel wanted to continue helping Noah. After all, none of this would have been possible without him. She couldn't thank him enough.

"All right. Pick you up tomorrow?" It wasn't really much of a question.

"Good bye, Noah."

"See ya. Good luck on your date."