A/N: There is cause for celebration this chapter. This chapter breaks the 100,000 total archived words for me. Not a massive achievement but I'll take it anyway. Also, back to a regular/big chapter, so three cheers for the average!

Anyway, thanks to a review I got, we have this chapter. I honestly didn't think of this at all until the review.

Without further ado, Read and Review.

Quinn's day

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Quinn could barely keep her hands off Rachel for the rest of the class. She gave in a few times and ran her hand along Rachel's thigh, only to be slapped away. When the bell went, Quinn had to say goodbye to Rachel with the assurance that they would meet back up at lunch. She was about to enter her literature room when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around to see Santana smirking at her.

"What the hell do you want Santana?" Quinn asked.

"You meeting up with Rachel for lunch?" Santana asked.

"Yes, though I don't see how it matters to you." Quinn said.

"Well, you and the half-pint are going to see much at the bleachers at lunch." Santana told her.

"Why the hell would I do that?" Quinn asked.

"Because a classroom is not a very good place to have sex and actually get away with it." Santana replied. Quinn could almost feel the colour drain from her face.

"I... I, she... You..." Quinn was speechless.

"Save whatever lame-ass excuse you have for lunch. Right now you may want to tell Berry to keep it in her pants until you get home." Santana said over her.

"What do you want?" Quinn asked. This was an actual question.

"We can talk about what I want at lunch. So, in case you were seriously thick enough to not already guess this, it may be in your best interests to show up. As you know, I have a loose tongue sometimes and you know how fast rumours can spread." Santana said.

"We'll be there." Quinn confirmed.

"You better be." Santana threatened as she turned on her heel and walked away. Quinn walked into her literature class feeling much more anxious than she would have been five minutes ago. She took her seat at the back of the class and just knew she was about to take in as much information as she had during media.

This was bad. Very, very bad. How could she have let them get seen? She knew they shouldn't have done it. It was far too risky and now they were going to pay the price, whatever it may be. She was going to call or text Rachel to warn her, but Rachel never had her phone on her at school and she didn't really know how Rachel would handle it. No, this was best done in person.

As expected, Quinn learnt nothing in Literature. When the bell went, she actually jogged from the room to go and find Rachel. When she found Rachel, she received a big smile, then seeing Quinn's face, a confused face.

"What's wrong?" Rachel asked concerned.

"Apparently a certain Latina saw us at the back of media." Quinn spoke in semi-code and hoped Rachel would be able to catch on. She really didn't want to make it any blunter. Rachel looked confused for a second and then her she cringed.

"Not Santana." Rachel pleaded.

"Yes Santana. Now we have to go and see her at the bleachers." Quinn confirmed.

"Quinn I am so sorry." Rachel said.

"It's okay Rachel really. If I had wanted you to stop, I know that you would have stopped. And anyway, if we do what Santana wants then she won't tell anybody." Quinn consoled.

"It's my fault though." Rachel looked at her feet as she said this.

"No it's not. Trust me when I say this, I was more than tempted to do the same to you after. I would have if my legs didn't feel like jelly. They still do a little actually." Quinn admitted.

"Still, I started it." Rachel said.

"Well then you can help me fix it then can't you?" Quinn said. "Come on; let's go see what Santana wants in exchange for her silence."

"Can I put my books away first?" Rachel asked.

"Its better you don't, it wouldn't help us if she beat us there." Quinn said.

"Okay." They set off down the halls together. They arrived at the bleachers just as Santana arrived from the opposite direction.

"Well?" Quinn prompted.

"So, you two are fucking huh?" Santana asked with a smirk.

"I believe that has been previously noticed." Rachel spoke up.

"Get to the point." Quinn snapped.

"Well, I was hoping for a more diplomatic welcome but I see where you two might get a little angsty." Santana commented.

"Just tell us what you want you want." Quinn said.

"Well, I guess I'll just cut to the chase then will I?" Santana asked.

"Yes!" Quinn and Rachel said simultaneously.

"Okay, geeze. Well you guys are coming to a sleepover at my place with me and Britts on Saturday." Santana said. Quinn's eyebrow shot up faster than Finn in bed.

"Yes. Fine." Rachel said excitedly.

"What's the catch?" Quinn asked more cautiously.

"No catch. You turned your back on me and Britts and we want to reignite that long lost friendship." Santana said. Quinn deciphered that to mean, 'Brittany wants to be your friend again.'

"Deal." Rachel said without reservation.

"Wait. Rachel, we need to talk this over. We can do that right?" Quinn asked in genuine concern.

"Do what you want." Santana answered indifferently. Quinn grabbed Rachel's arm and pulled her out of earshot of Santana.

"We need to think about this." Quinn said immediately.

"We don't really have all that much of a choice. Besides, I'm really only seeing the Brightside of things here. Not only might I get to make some friends and have a sleepover, but we can also do what we want without fear of getting caught." Rachel explained.

"There has to be a catch." Quinn said.

"Or Santana is really whipped and Brittany wants to be your friend again." Rachel supplied.

"You picked up on that too, huh?" Quinn noted.

"So, I suggest we go." Rachel said. Quinn thought for a second.

"Fine." They walked back to Santana who was looking at them with an expectant expression.

"So, decided to make the right decision and just come?" Santana asked.

"We will come." Rachel confirmed.

"But," Quinn added, "If you are mean to Rachel just once, we will be gone before you know what's happened."

"Deal." Santana said as she held out her hand. Quinn took it, shook it once and grabbed Rachel's hand. Rachel seemed extremely confused. When she began to actually walk, Quinn let her hand go.

"What just happened?" Rachel asked.

"We just agreed to go to a slumber party with Santana and Brittany?" Quinn thought that was obvious.

"No, I mean the bit that you said after that." Rachel explained.

"That she can't be mean to you?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah that. Why did you do that?" Rachel asked.

"Because she can't Rachel, I won't stand for it." Quinn said.

"But you used to." Rachel said bluntly. Quinn cringed.

"And I'm really sorry about it. I realise that it is wrong and you don't deserve it and I'm not going to let it happen anymore." Quinn said. "Please believe me why I say that I'm sorry Rachel. I really want to make it up to you. I know it's going to take a long time but I want to try." Quinn added.

"I... Okay." Rachel was pretty much speechless at that. She had expected Quinn to just ignore it or think it was just water under the bridge. Apparently that was not so. Before she knew it, they were at her locker. She had been too busy just watching Quinn to really pay attention to anything else.

"So what do you think is really going to happen on Saturday?" Rachel asked.

"Hopefully you and I will just make out until it's time to sleep, then depending on where Brittany and Santana sleep, we can have some fun." Quinn summarised in a whisper.

"Sounds good to me. I really don't know why you were so tentative about coming if that's what you planned on doing. Don't you like kissing me?" Rachel asked quietly with a small pout.

"You really don't know me at all if you don't know it's my third favourite thing." Quinn said.

"One and two being...?" Rachel asked.

"Having my fingers in you and having your fingers in me." Quinn said in a very low voice. Rachel shivered.

"We need to stop." Rachel said.

"Why?" Quinn asked, slightly affronted.

"We've already been caught once today." Rachel pointed out.

"So does that automatically mean that it's off the table? Do you want to live in fear of being caught?" Quinn asked. Rachel shook her head.

"Are you foolhardy enough to think that we should really have sex at the school again today after already being caught once? Can't you just wait until after school?" Rachel asked.

"I can. I don't want to but I can." Quinn said.

"Well I can't then either because I've got debating." Rachel said. Quinn face palmed. "Maybe you could find something to otherwise occupy your time with." Rachel suggested.

"What would that be Rachel?" Quinn asked as they started the journey to her locker.

"I don't know. Read? Draw? Maybe you could observe the panties that you stole from me." Rachel suggested.

"Like I ever did." Quinn said off-handedly.

"You did. You even admitted it. Don't try to lie to me Quinn Fabray, it won't work. I have a sixth sense." Rachel said. Quinn blushed.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Quinn mumbled.

"You know very well what I'm talking about and I just finished saying don't lie to me. I don't like it when people lie to me Quinn." Rachel said. Quinn swallowed audibly. Rachel burst out laughing. "You should see your face. Seriously though, don't lie to me. Or keep things from me for that matter." Rachel added as an afterthought.

"I won't, I swear." Quinn said.

"Did you say that to Finn when you were together?" Rachel asked. If there was one major thing that Quinn was finding out very quickly from being with Rachel, it was that the girl seemed to have an uncanny knack for either asking awkward questions or saying awkward things that made others feel bad, often at her own expense.

"Rachel-" Quinn started.

"Did you or didn't you?" Rachel asked adamantly.

"No." Quinn said.

"Don't lie to-" Rachel started.

"I'm not. I mean it Rachel, I won't lie to you." Quinn said. Rachel seemed to think this over for a few seconds. "Do you trust me? And I want an honest answer." Quinn asked. Rachel looked strained.

"I... I'm getting there. Just, your attitude to me has changed too much in such a short space of time for me to just trust you. I... I want to, I just can't yet." Rachel stammered. It struck Quinn that this was their most serious conversation so far, and they were whispering it while in the hallways going to Quinn's locker.

"That's okay; I really didn't expect you to. I haven't really done anything to gain your trust." Quinn said.

"But you have. You backed me up and beat up a cheerleader when I got slushied." Rachel pointed out.

"That was nothing though. I have to do something special for you." Quinn said. Her mind was already racing to think of something to do.

"Quinn you really don't." Rachel protested.

"Yes I do." Quinn replied as they reached her locker. Rachel looked her up and down. "Are you checking me out Rachel?" Quinn asked playfully.

"I prefer to do that while you are out of your clothes. Right now I'm trying to wonder what you did with Quinn Fabray the bully from a couple weeks ago." Rachel answered.

"She's gone." Quinn said confidently.

"For me or for everyone?" Rachel asked.

"I don't know yet." Quinn answered with a little shame.

"Well, it's a start." Rachel encouraged.

"But you're nice to everyone." Quinn pointed out.

"I don't really have anyone or the social position to be mean. It's not like if I'm nice to a 'loser' then I'm going to be any lower on the social ladder. I have nothing to lose to popular kids." Rachel said. There was another one of Rachel's awkward statements/questions. Quinn really hated to hear Rachel talk so openly about being a loser.

"Where do you want to go?" Quinn asked. Rachel thought for a second.

"Either outside or the theatre." She answered.

"It was a bit windy outside, maybe we should go to the theatre." Quinn said.

"And we can sing!" Rachel proclaimed. Quinn just shrugged. She didn't feel like singing, but if it was what Rachel wanted to do... Quinn realised that she was already whipped and Rachel didn't even know it.

"Oh, how hero's fall." Quinn muttered.

"What was that Quinn?" Rachel asked.

"Never mind." Quinn said. Rachel just shrugged. They walked into the theatre to find it already had occupants.

"I didn't mean it literally Brittany." Was the sound of Kurt's voice. He sounded pretty exasperated.

"Maybe we should go." Quinn suggested.

"Quinn, I am appalled. As glee club Captain I feel as though it is my duty to help solve any possible discrepancies." Rachel said.

"Is that what you tell yourself when you want to get in the middle of other people's business?" Quinn asked.

"Pretty much." Rachel admitted as she walked to the stage where everyone was. 'Everyone' entailed Kurt, Brittany and Blain, who looked like he had hundreds of places he would rather be.

"You said you were going to kill her!" Brittany argued.

"What's going on?" Rachel asked when they were close enough.

"Kurt said he was going to kill Santana." Brittany said.

"Okay Kurt, why are you going to kill Santana?" Rachel asked. Quinn really didn't know how she was keeping a straight face, this was really funny.

"She insulted my scarf." Kurt answered.

"How do you know that?" Quinn asked confused. Why would the argument take place now when there was no Santana around to make the comment?

"Brittany told me. I asked her what she thought of my scarf and she said that she liked it but Santana said it looked like a flattened and rolled up peacock." Kurt answered.

"You know what? It kinda does." Quinn said as she inspected it.

"Peacocks are pretty though." Brittany supplied.

"Kurt, please tell Brittany that you are sorry and you won't kill Santana." Rachel demanded more than asked. Kurt looked appalled but did as he was told.

"That was pretty funny." Quinn whispered to Blaine.

"You didn't have to stand here and watch the whole fight; it's been going on for all of lunch. Brittany just doesn't understand he was joking." Quinn openly laughed at Blaine. The next thing Quinn knew, Brittany was smiling and skipping off to go and find Santana.

"So are you guys ready to have a lunchtime filled with hits?" Rachel asked with a smile as she climbed onto stage.

"You bet." Quinn said as she took a seat. For the remainder of lunchtime, Quinn was treated to a show given by Kurt, Blaine and her girlfriend. Her girlfriend, how good it felt to be able to think that.