Authors note: So I decided to give you another update while I was on a roll. I must tell you that the biggest muse I have right now is your reviews so keep them coming please :) There is actually quite a bit of Britanna in this chapter, but everybody loves them too right?

XX

Quinn woke up to an empty bed immediately cursing her own stupidity. She closed her eyes and frowned as the memories from last night flooded her mind. How could she have been so stupid, they had just been forming a tentative friendship and she had to go ruin everything, why did she open her big mouth? Rachel probably thought she was some sort of gay freak, sure she had been accepting last night, but she had been drunk, she would have taken anything in her stride with that much alcohol in her system. She had probably been horrified when she woke up with Quinn next to her, it would explain the empty bed right now. The brunette was probably pulling out of the movie as she lay here.

She slowly reached out a hand, lightly palming the crumpled sheets, jerking reflexively at how cold it felt. She hoped the cold was not a sign of things to come.

Rolling over and kicking the heavy covers aside, pinching the bridge in frustration, the night had been going so well too. The karaoke had gone down a treat, and their duet had been a particular highlight for Quinn, she hadn't sang for a long time, in fact she hand never sung with Rachel before except in a group during their Glee club days. Fast forward three hours and she was practically crying her eyes out at an innocent question. This just goes to show that nothing good can come from a game of Truth or Dare.

Sighing, she sat up slowly, running a hand wearily through her tousled hair and turning her gaze to the floor, as though she could see the brunette through the floor beds, pacing around in agitation, wanting Quinn to leave.

The blonde stood up and silently dressed herself, worrying about Rachel's reaction.

Quinn stopped halfway down the staircase, cocking her head at the sudden sound, trying to ascertain where it had come from.

There it was again.

It sounded like Rachel was chopping something in the kitchen.

Hmm...maybe she's practicing what she intends to do with my head?

Wow, morbid much?

She finally reached the door after what felt like an hour, nervously tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear and taking a deep breath, she pushed the door aside.

Quinn's mouth fell open with an audible pop.

Rachel jumped and smiled as she spotted Quinn slack-jawed in the doorway.

"Good morning Quinn, did you sleep well? I've made us some breakfast, I didn't really know which foods you preferred so I just made-"

"Everything." Stated the blonde, finishing her sentence for her, practically drooling at the food-laden table before her.

Rachel smiled sheepishly, wiping a hand across her apron.

She was wearing an apron for Christ sake!

"To be honest, I don't really get to play the hostess that often and well, you know I aim to please, a trait I seem to have carried with me since High School that never really faded I guess"

I'll say.

"And please you do." Agreed Quinn, smirking as she took a seat, unsure of where to begin.

The brunette blushed and ducked her head, taking a seat beside the salivating blonde.

"Thank you Quinn."

The taller girl smiled gently, and they ate in silence for a few minutes before she put down her toast and lowered her gaze to her plate.

"Rachel about last night I-"

"Your welcome."

Quinn looked up and glanced at Rachel who was carefully applying jam to her own slice of toast, a small smile playing at the side of her mouth.

Quinn grinned and continued eating, relief coursing through her veins with every bite.

She doesn't hate me ..She doesn't hate me.

XX

The two women fell back in their seats, too stuffed to even attempt moving right now.

Rachel studied the blonde for a moment.

"So Quinn?"

"Hmm?" she replied contently patting her stomach jokingly.

"What are you doing for the day?"

Quinn smiled at Rachel's terrible attempt at nonchalance.

"Well I .." she paused and glared at her phone that had chosen that exact moment to start ringing.

Giving the brunette an apologetic look she answered it begrudgingly.

"Hello?"

"Oh hey what's up?"

"Your in town why?"

Rachel ears perked, who was on the phone?

"I'd love to." She paused, glancing at Rachel "is it okay if i bring a guest?"

The brunette frowned, who was Quinn bringing to this mystery dalliance.

"Eight o clock? Perfect, see you then. Bye."

The blonde hung up and tossed her phone on the table, purposefully avoiding the shorter girls questioning gaze.

"How do you feel about dinner tonight?"

Rachel was her plus one? That was nice of her.

"Dinner sounds nice."

Quinn cringed at the word nice, she wasn't telling her everything, that much was clear.

"What?"

"The dinner will be with Brittany.."

"Oh that's great! I haven't seen her in so –"

"And Santana."

"Oh."

"We don't have to go if your not comfortable with it. I just want you to know .." she leaned forward, locking gazes with the suddenly quiet brunette "Santana may not be a saint, but she's not the bitch she was in High School, she wants to meet you too."

"She does?"

"Yes, and so does Brittany."

Rachel sighed, trying to make up her mind, finally she relented.

"Fine I'll go.."

Quinn smiled broadly, leaning back in relief.

"Rachel that's great I-"

"On one condition."

The blonde raised her eyebrow.

"What condition?"

XX

Quinn fixed her dress for the last time, turning to face the brunette who was struggling with her small handbag.

"Rachel I really don't think you will need that rape whistle."

"This is my condition, it makes me feel safer around her."

The blonde rolled her eyes and put the finishing touches to her makeup, amused at the brunette's fidgety actions.

"She's not going to sell me out to a tabloid is she?"

Quinn snorted.

"Of course not. Brittany's afraid of camera flashes."

"Oh, good. Well not good that Brittany's afraid of camera's, just good we won't be pictured should she choose to slushie me for old times sake."

The blonde smiled but otherwise remained silent, watching as Rachel frowned in the mirror.

"Does she know your gay?"

Quinn paused in her application of her lip-gloss and focused on the brunette's questioning gaze.

"They know, they've known for quite a while actually."

Rachel took a step closer.

"How long is a while?"

"Since High School."

"You were gay in High School?" she asked, eyes bugging slightly.

"I was aware of my sexuality in High School yes."

"But you dated Finn?"

"So did you."

"I'm not gay."

Quinn dropped her gaze.

"We should go, Santana gets pissed when people are late."

Rachel stopped mid-step and nodded.

"O-okay."

XX

"Rachel!" squealed the bubbly blonde, throwing her arms around the shorter girl with such enthusiasm that she almost knocker her over.

"Hi Brittany" she managed to choke out, swaying dangerously on her usually trusty heels.

"It's like a mini-reunion!"

"It is." Agreed the brunette, slightly surprised that Brittany even knew the word reunion.

After a few more squeals from the tall blonde, she pulled back and Rachel found herself face to face with Santana. They both looked the same as in High School, scarily beautiful.

The Latina slowly approached the nervous brunette, her face impassive.

"So, you and Q are buddies now?"

Rachel glanced at Quinn who was staring intently at Santana, wondering where she was going with this.

The brunette nodded.

"Well I always thought you two would make good friends, even in High School, but you know you were sort of a freak." She stated with a small smile, letting Rachel know that she wasn't insulting her, merely stating a fact.

"Thanks?"

"And listen, you sort of rock with all the fame and shit. Nice job Berry."

Rachel beamed at the smirking Latina.

"Well nice job finally tying the knot" replied the brunette knowingly.

Santana blushed and glared half-heartedly at Quinn, who simply smirked.

"Right enough of this love-fest I'm starving"

They filed into the restaurant and were seated within seconds at a private booth for four. They each ordered their pleasure and as their food arrived, with the glasses and cutlery clinking talked inevitably turned to Rachel and Quinn's unexpected reunion.

"so I walked in to meet Gerry, apologizing for being later, I sat down, turned to greet my new co-star and there she was."

"There I was" agreed Rachel with a laugh.

"Wow so you had like no idea that your on screen lady lover was going to be Berry?"

"Not a clue" confirmed Quinn with a small smile.

Rachel returned the smile, locking their gazes effortlessly over the flickering candlelight. She felt something tug in her stomach, and then another. Why did she have butterflies?

"Berry?"

Rachel snapped out of her thoughts and focused her attention on the waiting Latina.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I asked you if you knew that Quinn was going to be your co-star?"

Uh oh.

"Of course she didn't San, do you think that she would willingly meet me for lunch if she knew, she still thought I was Quinn Fabray head bitch"

Rachel laughed along nervously, relieved that Quinn had unknowingly let her off the hook.

She glanced at Brittany and noticed that the girl was frowning right at her.

"B, what's wrong?" came Santana's worried voice, noticing that she had fallen uncharacteristically quiet.

The taller blonde snapped out of her reverie with a reflexive smile.

"Nothing baby. I just need to use the little girls room, Rachel will you come with me?"

The brunette looked at the grinning girl, slightly taken aback.

"Um sure. I guess I could touch up my makeup or something."

"Excellent" exclaimed the excitable blonde grabbing her by the hand and hauling her out of the chair.

Santana watched her girlfriends retreating form with a suspicious glint in her eye.

Brittany was up to something.

XX

Rachel carefully wiped away the excess mascara and pouted at her reflection, listening to Brittany struggle with her dress in the cubicle behind her.

Eventually she heard a satisfied self high five and the door was flung open.

The tall blonde swaggered happily to the sinks, soaping her hands and staring at the bubbles with intense concentration, so much so that when she eventually spoke, Rachel jumped a little.

"Why did you lie?"

Rachel glanced at her in the mirror, she was still studying her soapy hands.

"Lie? I didn't lie."

"Yes you did. You lied about not knowing that Quinn was going to be your co-star"

How does she know? How the hell does she know? Ok Berry play it cool, it's just Brittany for god sake make up a story about a magic comb or Santa.

"I d-don't know what your talking about"

The blonde turned the tap off and grabbed a handful of paper towels, drying her hands with the same intense concentration as before.

"Rachel, don't treat me like I'm stupid. I may be a little different because I choose to see the happy side of things, but that doesn't mean that I'm unintelligent"

Okay I may have been mistaken the last time, but now I know that Aston Kutcher is playing with me.

Brittany seemed to sense her scepticism.

"I wasn't stupid in High School either, I played dumb because it's how I chose to survive. Quinn became a bitch, Santana could throw a mean punch, and I was the innocent one. Miss Sylvester wouldn't shout at me because I pretended not to understand anything she yelled at us, I never got bullied because I reminded Karofsky of his kid sister and I acted dumb in class because the teachers would think that I cheated on my tests because I'm normally so spaced out."

Rachel's mouth fell open in a perfect O.

"You all just assumed I was stupid, except Santana, she caught me doing advanced Calculus, and she wasn't even surprised, she saw past even my most convincing bubblegum smile to the person underneath. That's why I feel in love with her. Rachel did you even ask me what grades I got?"

The brunette shook her head guiltily.

"No because you assumed that I failed. When in fact I graduated in the top three of my class. Now do you want to tell me again that you didn't lie?"

Rachel swallowed, she was ashamed of herself. She always thought of Brittany as a lava lamp, pretty to look at but not that bright.

"Brittany I'm so sorry"

"That's okay Rachel, I'm an amazing actress when I want to be. Now spill." She giggled at the brunette's shell-shocked expression.

Rachel smiled softly at the easy forgiveness. Followed quickly by pursed lips as she leaned wearily against the small row of sinks, wondering how to explain herself to this human lie detector.

"To be honest, I really don't know why I lied. I guess I lied at the beginning because I thought Quinn was the same bitter girl I knew in High School, tonight is the first it's been brought up since."

"But why did you go to lunch if you thought she was still a bitch?" asked the taller blonde.

Good she's good. Look out Ellen, god how I love Ellen.

Rachel blew her fringe out of her eyes and tapped a hand rhythmically against the marble counter.

"I guess, I wanted to see her. To see if she could still affect me the way she used to. I wanted to show her that I wasn't the pathetic pushover that I used to be."

Brittany nodded like she understood.

"I don't think you were a pushover."

Rachel smiled vaguely.

"I was though"

The taller girl sighed.

"I think you should tell Quinn."

Rachel glanced at Brittany.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

XX

"So you and Berry huh?"

Quinn took a sip of her drink and nodded.

"I guess."

Santana tilted her head and studied the blonde beside her.

"And how is that going?"

"It's been great actually. I'm having so much fun, when we're together it's just .." she stopped hastily glancing at the silent Latina "fun."

"What were you going to say Q?" probes the intrigued brunette.

"Nothing."

"Oh that's crap and you know it."

"Look we're just two friends having fun okay?"

Santana sniggered disbelievingly.

"Yeah and Brittany actually believes that there is ducks living inside a hat. C'mon Q we've been friends for a long time, level with me. I know you better than that"

Quinn sighed, she hated it when Santana played the friend card.

"I told her about Lea last night"

Santana choked on her drink.

"And how did she react to you being a muffmuncher?"

The blonde smiled fondly as she remembered how nervous she had been that morning.

"She made me breakfast."

XX

Rachel stumbled in the door a little after three that night, she would have brought Quinn with her, but she had an interview early in the morning and was already running out of clean clothes as it was, they parted eventually after Santana physically pulled them apart and tossed her into a separate cab.

The night had gone better than expected, the teasing was all friendly and it was nice to see how mellow and happy the usually terrifying Latina had become. Rachel had been waiting all night for her usual nicknames to appear in normal conversation, but they didn't and she eventually relaxed into the night, soaking up the atmosphere.

She hadn't forgotten what Brittany had said in the bathrooms, she would tell Quinn, but the timing hadn't been right, they hadn't been alone the whole night.

Heading towards the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of water and smiled at the pile of dishes in the sick, they had vowed to clean them up before they headed out that night but had ended up as a mere pipedream. They had spent the entire afternoon playing dress up in Rachel's bedroom, mixing and matching the weirdest combination of clothes they could find to make the other laugh.

Crawling exhaustedly into bed, the brunette shut her eyes tiredly, almost falling straight to sleep, until she heard her phone buzz.

Reluctantly, she reached out and hit read.

I had a good times tonight –Q

She sat up, now wide awake.

So did I. They are such a cute couple –R

They had only been apart a half an hour, how could it feel like a lifetime?

They sure are. I might try to get some sleep now I guess –Q

Before you do ..I need to tell you something. –R

Moment of truth.

Should I be worried? Shoot. –Q

Oh god.

When Santana asked if I knew you were going to be my co-star today? –R

Maybe I shouldn't.

Yes, and? –Q

I did know.-R

Ahhh why did I send that, why?

You knew and you still came to that lunch, why? –Q

Why does everybody ask that damn question.

I guess, I just wanted to see you. –R

I am such a dork. I am such a dork. I sound like a stalker.

Your sweet. –Q

Phew. Wait she thinks I'm sweet? Well I wouldn't say sweet ..Aww.

Did you really not know it was going to be me? –R

I really didn't know. But I always hoped I would run into you someday :) –Q

Awwww.

Now who's being sweet ;) –R

Rachel's phone buzzed again and she quickly picked this up, confused as she saw that there was no new text message, then she realized it was ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hey"

"Quinn? Texting not good enough for you?"

"Texting is fine. But I wanted to hear your voice when I said goodnight."

I think I said aww too much. Ahhh screw it ..Awwww!

"I'm blushing."

"Goodnight Rachel"

"Goodnight Quinn."

Rachel kept the phone to her ear, waiting to hear the dial tone ending the call, she could still hear shallow breathing on the other end.

"Quinn are you going to hang up?"

"No."