Chapter 11

Quinn wrapped her arms around Rachel's hips and lead her over to the bench behind her, keeping their lips locked in the process.

Tongues battled, hearts raced, and sparks flew. All in a matter of seconds. And neither girl had ever felt something more beautiful.

Overhearing some whistling and laughter, the girls promptly broke the make-out session and turned around to face a gang of teenage boys wearing toothy grins.

"Aww, don't stop; it was just gettin' good!" One of them howled.

Rachel's jaw dropped.

"You pigs!" She yelled.

The boys erupted in laughter.

And Quinn? Quinn was pissed.

She wanted those boys to wipe those obnoxious smirks off their faces and beat it. She wanted them completely out of the picture. Even if it meant having them dead.

Quinn clenched her hands into fists.

"They're not worth it, Q." Rachel placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Mmm. That's hot," one of they boys commented. The rest of the pack guffawed.

Quinn marched over to the group and swung a fist at the boy who had made the remark, only to be stopped by Rachel.

"Quinn, don't." Rachel pulled her arm.

"Yeah, Quinn. Listen to your girlfriend," the boy mocked. Quinn shook her arm from Rachel's hold.

"Quinn," Rachel reached over to grab Quinn's hand. "Quinn, look at me," Rachel urged. Quinn turned around to face calm, brown eyes. "They're not worth it."

Quinn exhaled and nodded. Rachel squeezed her hand.

Quinn flipped the boy the bird and, fingers linked with Rachel's, strode off to the exit of the park.

And that's how Quinn knew. She didn't just want Rachel; she needed her.

Quinn eyed Rachel from her seat in Glee Club as she stepped inside the room. Rachel met her eyes for a split second before returning her gaze to the floor and taking a seat at the other end of the classroom.

Quinn sighed. She should have seen it coming. Of course, Rachel wasn't going to sit with her. It was too fast. Everyone would know something was up.

Quinn kept her stare on Rachel. Rachel glanced at Quinn and immediately shifted her eyes to her skirt. Quinn stared at her nails.

Mr. Schuester joined them in the classroom, and as if on cue, Finn's hand shot up. Mr. Schuester's brow creased.

"Yes, Finn?"

"Um, Mr. Schue, I kinda have somethin' I wanna sing." Finn handed Mr. Schuester a CD.

"Uh, okay." Mr. Schuester popped the CD into the boom box sitting on the piano. "Alright, Finn. Show us what ya got," he smiled. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"It's been so long," Finn sang, "that I haven't seen your face." He fixed his eyes on Rachel.

"I'm try'na be strong, but the strength I have is washin' away...It won't be long," Finn bobbed his head to the beat.

"Before I get ya by my side. And just hold you, tease you, squeeze you, tell you what's been on my mind." He winked at Rachel. Quinn glared.

"I wanna make up right na na na," he stood in front of Rachel. "I wanna make up right na na na. Wish we never broke up right na na need to link up right na na na."

By the second repeat of the chorus, the club but Quinn and Rachel had joined Finn. "I wanna make up right na na na. I wanna make up right na na na. Wish we never broke up right na na na. We need to link up right na na na."

...

Finn stood heaving, his eyes on a wide-eyed Rachel, completely oblivious to a leering Quinn.

The bell rang.

Oh, boy.

"So, what do you say?" Finn stood before the shorter girl, eyes filled with hope. Quinn cautiously stared from behind.

"I'm sorry, Finn."

"Why not?"

"I've-" Rachel shifted her gaze to Quinn. "I've moved on." She stared up at him with confidence. Quinn smiled to herself.

"I don't believe you," Finn argued.

"You don't have to," Rachel took a step forward, preparing to walk away. Finn smacked his palm over her shoulder.

"Ow," Rachel winced.

Quinn strode over to them and thrust a finger on Finn's back.

"She said she's moved on, Hudson," she growled.

Finn glanced at his rear, annoyed.

"Fuck you, Quinn. Stay outta this."

Finn grabbed a hold of Rachel's hand.

"I know you still have feelings for me."

"Well, you're wrong. Now, leave me alone," Rachel requested. Finn thrust out his arm and grasped Rachel's hand again, tightening his grip. "Finn, let me go!" She requested.

"No! Not until you tell me the truth."

That was it. That boy just didn't know when to quit.

Quinn tapped Finn's shoulder twice.

"Quinn, I told you to-" Quinn swung a fist to his nose. Finn sank down, cupping a hand over his now bloody nose.

"Quinn why-" Rachel started. Quinn forcefully pulled Rachel's arm. "What-"

"Let's go," Quinn ordered.

"But-"

"Let's go," she huffed.

She had to leave before things got any worse.

If she didn't, she was sure she was going to hurt Finn more than she intended to.

Or perhaps, kill him.