Chapter 11: Beat It!

A/N: Honestly, after writing the last chapter, I was thinking another person to be the one who interrupted them. However, one review changed the whole chapter. Haha, so let's beat this person up!

A horrified voice shattered all the good things together.

"What the fuck is going on here?!"

Two girls jumped apart in a second.

Quinn turned around to face the last person she wanted to find out about her little tryst with the brunette.

"Sam, listen. I can explain…" Quinn desperately tried to come up with a reasonable excuse. Rehearsing a play?

"Explain what? The same excuse for the entire week? And last week? Rehearsing for glee?" Sam couldn't help but raise his voice. "If I remember correctly, this week's assignment is to sing a solo to express your feeling toward your duet partner. Now, I could clearly see that." Sam was seeing red. He couldn't believe that he drove all the way to the flower shop after school and ordered seats in Breadstix just to run into his girlfriend sucking another girl's face.

"It's not what you were thinking…"

"You know what I was thinking? You cheated Finn with Puck, and cheated Puck with Finn. Wait, maybe you cheated Finn with that crazy Pepper girl…" Sam didn't intentionally try to scold Quinn in such venomous tone, but the fear of losing the girl of his dream got the best of him.

Quinn, if she was in the right state of mind, would know that Sam was the kind of boy who would kneel down to give her a promising golden ring and ask her to marry him at the day, he thought, of apocalypse and ogle another pretty girl and say all the mean things like the mean girl from that movie the next second. However, she was not, and the first thing popped into her mind was the fear of Rachel's reaction after hearing Sam's accusation.

"…You are such a cheat…" Sam didn't get the chance to finish that sentence, when Rachel grabbed him and wrestled him down to the ground with a loud crashing sound.

Quinn cried and tried to stop them before both of them hurt each other.

"DON'T YOU DARE TO CALL HER THAT!" A sound too huskily and too bestial for the small diva howled.

"SHIT! YOUR EYES!" The blonde boy was screaming, his eyes fixing on the brunette's face, paralyzing by the pure fear. The boy cried out in pain, when the brunette punched him on the face and chest with her fists.

Quinn launched forward, trying to hold back the brunette, after she heard the sound of bone cracking.

"Don't come closer, Quinn!" Sam barely shielded himself, but he warned Quinn.

As soon as Quinn touched the brunette, Rachel stopped her action, but she panted heavily, hanging her head.

Quinn's hands were still on Rachel's biceps, and she slowly put Rachel up.

When she tried to check Rachel's hands, Rachel hid them.

"Stop acting like a baby!" Quinn scolded and grabbed Rachel's hands by force. However, when she checked her both hands, not even a trace of swelling was found.

Meanwhile, Sam struggled to stand up with blood and horror in his face. He stumbled out of the room without a word as if he was hunted by a best.

Only by then, did Quinn notice the flowers on the floor. Maybe the boy was trying to give her a ride home as an apology.

Quinn signed and looked into the chocolate orbs yet failed to find anything odd about them. They were moistly warm and strikingly bright as always, just maybe a little bit lost.

"I am sorry…"

"Sorry for what?"

"I must frighten you."

Quinn didn't deny the fact that she was scared, but she didn't want to admit to Rachel that she was more worried about her facing a reckless boy. Then, her eyes fell down on her lap, and she suddenly realized that she was still holding the brunette's hands, but she didn't let them go.

"Was that the reason why you got to move to Ohio from NYC?" Quinn asked tentatively, fearing to hurt the other girl's feeling.

Rachel raised her eyebrow and shook her head, as if she was considering the reason why Quinn was bring this up. "No…"

"You aren't always acting like this, are you?" Quinn didn't want to press the brunette more about her reason to leave New York, so she changed the direction.

"No…" Rachel seemed to be amused. "Only when I am with you…"

"Oh… Well…" Quinn blushed. Fabray, what were you thinking? You won't think such a reckless behavior was hot, will you? Why the lyrics of Britney Spears's Criminal were playing as the background music of my thinking? But mama I'm in love with a criminal. And this type of love isn't rational it's physical. Mama please don't cry, I will be alright. All reasons inside I just can't deny love… STOP!

"I guess you don't need to be sorry for. It feels good to have someone look out for me."

"I hate when he talked like that. I know he was not telling the truth."

Quinn was silent and hung her head, but a finger lifted her chin up and forced her eyes to meet the amazing chestnut eyes with adoration and sincerity.

"You are a spectacular girl, and everyone would be lucky just to be your friend, let alone your boyfriend."

"Because I am blonde, cheerleading, and sexy?" Quinn rolled her eyes without hiding her sarcasm.

Rachel frowned. "How many time do I have to tell you, and if you need me to remind you, I would, that you are such a natural beauty with stunning confidence and attractive intelligence. You can be elegant like a queen than can sting and sexy as a fox that can bite."

Quinn could only blink, trying to hide her foolish grin by joking, "How many girls have fallen for your smooth pickup line so far?"

It was Rachel's turn to blink, and then she pretended to count the number by fingers with a smirk on her face. When Quinn hit her hands playfully, Rachel pretended to cry out in pain. Quinn panicked and checked on her hands immediately. Although she smacked her again after knowing it was Rachel's little prank, Quinn still insisted the brunette to put some ice bags on her hands.

"You are a perfectly caring girlfriend." Rachel raised her hands with ice as evidence. "You took care of me and my hands."

Quinn smiled. "I didn't even try to chase after my ex-boyfriend and check on him."

"Ex?" Rachel lighted up, as if a hound smelt its prey. "So you guys finally?"

Quinn nodded and shrugged. "Well, I guess."

"Sorry to hear that. How are you holding up?" Rachel tried to keep her face straight.

Quinn chuckled and shook her head at the hopeless brunette. "You do not even have an ounce sorry to hear that, and I am holding your hands up right this moment."

"I would be seriously sorry if you want me to." Rachel shrugged.

"Why?"

"Because my dads always say listen to your heart and follow your heart, and if you are my heart, then I should listen to you."

Quinn faked a gag gesture.

"Hey, I am practicing my pickup line!" Rachel held up her hands, trying to be annoyed by the blonde, who was laughing.

After the blonde stopped laughing, the brunette said, "I didn't have lots of chances to perfect my flirting skills."

Quinn couldn't believe what she heard. She thought the diva was more experienced than Brittany and Santana, since she was still single, and she knew she was popular among girls, back to New York.

"I only had one girlfriend."

That was new. Quinn didn't know what to say.

"Your first love?"

"No, she never would know." Rachel smiled sadly. "Her family moved away, and I never found her again."

"Sorry to hear that."

"You are so not sorry." Rachel chuckled.

Quinn was surprised. "How could you tell?"

"Your pulse rate increases when you lie."

"Wow, is this Criminal Mind?" Since when did I become the criminal? You are the dangerous, dangerous criminal!

"So wanna go out?"

No, no, no, no! She is changing the subject, and she is dangerous! What if she was a juvenile criminal! What if she was trying to kidnap you?

"Taking a move on a girl who just broke up is not smooth at all."

"I never said I want to be smooth, and who say anything about dating. Why can't it just be two friends? You know. You had a rough day, and let's have some fun."

"Sure."

"Okay, let's go."

"No, no, no…. Should I change into something else?"

"No, breathtaking as the way you are. I love seeing you out of the cheerleading uniform with hair down." Rachel winked at the blonde. "And besides it's more convenient for me to strip you after our date."

"Jerk."

"Just kidding!"

"Still jerk!"

"Stop laughing because I said 'our date.'"


"Are you sure you are driving in the right direction?" Quinn couldn't help but ask, after they drove for half an hour and went out of the town. "We are having dinner right because I am starving?"

Rachel nodded.

"But we have already passed the Breadstix ten minutes ago," said Quinn.

Rachel looked amused. "You thought I would take you to Breadstix for dinner? They only served bread sticks, French fries, and hamburgers with meat made two days ago." She stuck out her tongue, disgusted by even the thought of the food offered in that restaurant.

Quinn shrugged. "No, it's just there is only one restaurant in Lima, and that's where everybody hangs out."

Rachel shook her head in horror. "Quinn Fabray, your former dates suck. Now, here is the deal. Why don't you try to take a little nap, and we will be at the place when you wake up?"

Quinn smiled when she felt the brunette's hand caught hers, and she magically fell in sleep immediately.

When Quinn opened her eyes the next time, they had already stopped, and the brunette was watching her sleep with the corner of her lips curling up.

"Sorry." Quinn rubbed her eyes and sat up, finding out that they parked in an unfamiliar parking lot, with a sign indicating they were in the boarder of New York. "Oh, my god. How long did I sleep? You should have wakened me up."

"I can be faster, but you are really distracting when you are asleep," murmured Rachel under her breath.

"What did you say?"

"I said let's go." Rachel held the door open for Quinn and followed her in.

Quinn's eyes went wild when she took in the surroundings of this restaurant. This was a very homey restaurant with wooden structure and low, classic music playing in the background. People were talking in low whispers and laughing non-stop. Glassy windows reflected the decorative flame firing in the center of the room.

"They served wonderful bacon here." Rachel winked at the blonde, as if she knew some secrets of Quinn, and pulled out the chair for Quinn to take.

"Thank you." Quinn brushed a strand of her hair that was getting in her face behind her ear and smiled at the brunette's sweetness. They laughed, talked, and ordered the food with joy. Rachel knew exactly what Quinn was looking for, what Quinn couldn't eat, and what Quinn would love to try. Everything seemed so natural and joyful, as if they had practiced thousands of times before. Now, they were waiting for their order and sipping on their soda, Rachel insisting to have a try for Quinn instead of ordering her favorite Coke.

"How is the soda?" asked Quinn, trying her best to hide her smile when she noticed the face Rachel was making.

"It is…" Rachel grimaced.

"Just be honest, Rachel. I can hear your heartbeat as well." Quinn studied the brunette carefully.

"Atrocious… I was never a huge fan of drinks without sugar." Rachel shook her head.

Quinn laughed. "I used to be addicted to Coke, but then I get used to soda after I joined the cheerleading."

Rachel shuddered at the thought of saying goodbye to sugar. "I am truly sorry to hear that this time."

Quinn chuckled, and she was enjoying this. A date? A friendly hangout? Whatever this was, Quinn had already loved this more than any date she had ever had before, although this date barely started yet.

Every hangout was stressful before Quinn met Rachel. Finn never stopped talking about football, although he was never good at it, and Quinn had to pretend she was interested, since she knew he would throw a fist or act like a mental retarded, if Quinn changed the conversation into something else. Sam was talking like forever, and once Quinn asked him to stop talking for a minute. He confessed that he felt awkward when they were silent, and then he went on about how he put lemonade in his hair to make it look better and smell better. Quinn had to look around to check whether there was someone who could recognize her in Breadstix, when Sam wanted to put some of her drinking lemonade in his hair as an example. Quinn rolled her eyes, no wonder Kurt was convinced to convince Sam to join the LGBT club at the beginning of the semester. Speaking of Sam, you couldn't blame Quinn to be irresponsible ex-girlfriend. She called Sam to check on him, although she did not forgive him for accusing her for things never happened. However, no one answered, so she left a voice message telling him to call her back immediately.

"How do you know I love bacon?" asked Quinn.

Rachel answered without thinking, "You looked at the bacon in cafeteria with such longing. It said that it takes 8.2 seconds to fall in love with one person, and you stared at that piece of bacon for over 10 seconds. Therefore, you are in love with bacon, or meat in general."

Quinn flushed when she knew how much attention the brunette was paying at her. She cleaned her tongue and asked, "So do you love bacon?"

Rachel frowned. "Not really, because I enjoy the feeling of sinking my teeth into the prey and ripping their fresh and blood apart."

Quinn gasped. She was supposed to feel disgusted by the way the brunette described about murdering animals, but she felt overwhelmingly excited, as if some part of her body was activated. Suddenly, she desired for blood and flesh, a beast howling in her heart.

"Quinn…" Rachel's voice was dangerously low. "You need to stop doing that."

"Doing what?" Quinn whispered back and was nearly taken back by her own husky voice, staring right at the pair of darken orbs.

"Your breath pace and your pulse rate are increasing like mad."

"Are they bothering you?"

Rachel nodded, and her eyes were blazing. "You intrigue my hunger for haunting. A lot."

"Oh, my god, look at who is coming tonight!" A warm male voice broke their intense eye contact. A middle-aged man hugged the brunette tightly, laughing loudly.

"Rachel Barbra Berry. My favorite consumer! People's diva!" He released Rachel and held her to an arm distance to observe her before smiled. "It has been a while."

Quinn's inner beast was screaming at the man, who was holding her diva. Sensing the blonde's tenseness, Rachel quickly introduced.

"Hey, Joe, this is Quinn, my friend. Quinn, this is Joe. He owns this place."

"Friend, eh?" Joe looked back and forth between them with a smirk. "Rachel didn't take a lot of friends here."

Then, Joe moved to Quinn's side to hand her the Garden salad with bacon and whispered in her ears, "And actually, you are the first girl she has ever brought here. This is her favorite spot, and she is never good at sharing."

Joe held up his thumb and mouthed "She is a keeper" over Quinn's head to Rachel.

Quinn noticed Rachel's funny face, so she raised her eyebrow to ask a silent question. They seemed to share a tacit agreement, as if they could communicate without talking. Rachel came up with a theory earlier about Quinn's eyebrows. While other students in school, including Sam and Finn, found the whole eyebrow-raising thing was intimidating, Rachel found it was incredibly hot, and she could tell the difference between her angry eyebrow raising, inquiring raising, and sarcastic raising, judging by the narrowness of her eyes and the rising level of her eyebrows. She remembered the brunette saying the she would like to tame the eyebrow with her mind-blowing kisses. If her eyebrows were as sensitive as her other part of body, Quinn knew they would be paralyzed under the brunette's kiss.

Rachel shook her head, "Nothing. Come on, try this. Joe's food is really good. Don't wait until it gets cold."

Quinn shrugged and decided to let it go, taking a small bit of the food. She moaned and looked up, meeting Rachel's eyes, which basically were saying "I told you so."

Quinn watched in amaze the brunette sweeping all the food in front of her, which were 5 chicken salads and 4 blue sticks. Quinn never met a person who ate raw meat before, and the way Rachel ate the meat with patience and passion reminded her of that afternoon, when she was biting and licking down her body, from her mouth, to her jaw, to her neck, to her breasts, to her belly...

Rachel suddenly stopped eating and stared at the blonde with glassy eyes. "What are you thinking about?"

Quinn's face went scarlet, afraid the brunette could read her mind.

"How comes you are so skinny, even though you eat like there is no tomorrow?"

"I am a werewolf, and I need energy."

Quinn laughed. "Are you implying that I am a vampire?"

Rachel nearly choked and asked with a serious face, "Are you?"

Quinn burst into laughter. "Of course not. I was joking, Rachel. Seriously, you start to remind me of Sam."

Rachel cracked a nervous smile and grumbled, "Better than a human."

Quinn rolled her eyes, when the brunette's face dropped due to her comparison between Sam and her. Just as Quinn was about to say something, Rachel changed her sad look into a wink.

"Seriously, my secret is that I work out a lot."

Quinn nodded at first, but then she noticed the smirk on the brunette's face, so she smacked her playfully. "Can your mind get out of the gutter for a second?"

"Try not to seduce me into the gutter."

Quinn was about to say something, when the microphone was open, and someone tipped it to get people's attention.

Only then did Quinn notice there was a mini stage at the corner of the restaurant with the whole collection of music CDs, speakers, and instruments, including a piano.

Joes appeared on the stage with a conspiratorial smile.

"First, how is everyone doing today?"

People whooped and cheered.

"Unfortunately, Ms. Barbra Streisand is not here tonight." Joe faked a disappointing look. After the laughter died out, he dramatically grinned and shouted, "But let's welcome the other Barbra, Ms. Rachel Barbra Berry!"

Rachel smiled politely at the cheering crowd and mouthed a "sorry" to Quinn apologetically.

Quinn beamed and applauded as everyone else, urging the brunette to sing a song.

Rachel was pushed upon the stage, and Joe handed her a guitar with a golden star.

"Well, thank you, guys. I really appreciate your adoration," said Rachel. Quinn watched her with pride. She so belongs to the stage.

"I am here with the lovely lady over there in white dress with a dark blue sweater draping artfully over her shoulders."

Quinn's face flushed crimson at the whoop the crowd was giving her, so she only looked at the brunette on the stage, who was having the face-splitting smile.

"She just broke up with her 'boyfriend' early today," said the diva with a big eye roll and an air quote. People laughed, including Quinn.

"And here she is. With me. Anyway, this is my song for her."

Quinn couldn't move her eyes away from those intense chestnut eyes as soon as the music started.

I, love you and I, need you

Quinn, I, love you, I do

Need you

No matter what I do,

All I think about is you

Girl, ya know I'm crazy over you

Uh-uh-uh-uh

Quinn noticed Rachel did this song in a more Rachel-Berry style with slow and smooth tone with high pitch, making the song more serious, like telling a love letter or a movie monologue.

I met this chick and she just moved right up the class from me

And(uh) she got the hots for, the finest my hood done seen

But oh, no, no, she gotta ex and a boyfriend though

But that's o.k. cause I, wait for my cue and just listen, play my position like

A short stop, pick up eerthing ma be hittin

And in no ti-ime, how could I make this for her mi-ind...

And that's for sure

Cause I-I never been the type to break-up a happy couple

But(uh) somethin' bout baby gurl, I just can't leave her alone

So tell me ma what's it gonna be she said-

You don't know what you mean to me

No matter what I do,

All I think about is you,

Even when I'm with my boo,

Girl ya know I'm crazy over you

I see a lot and you lookin'

I never say a word,

I know how niggas start actin', trippin, out here about they girls

And there's no way-ay Quinn go fight over no dame-ame, (I

ain't fuckin no dame) as you can see

But(uh) I like your steeze, your style, your whole demeanor,

The way you come through and holla and swoop me in his two-seater

Now that's gansta and I got special ways to thank ya

Don't you forget it

But(uh) it ain't that easy for you to back up and leave him

But(uh) you and dirty got ties for different reasons

I respect that

And right before I turned to leave

She said

Rachel was surprised when she watched the blonde take over the spot of the piano and start playing the piano to join her guitar. Quinn fleshed a smile toward the stage, and the crowd went crazy.

You don't know what you mean to me

No matter what I do,

All I think about is you,

Even when I'm with my boo,

Girl ya know I'm crazy over you

No matter what I do,

All I think about is you,

Even when I'm with my boo,

Ya know I'm crazy over you

Sing it for me Quinn

When Quinn's voice did join hers, Rachel grinned like a child with Halloween candies. A solo became a duet, their very first public duet. The most important thing was that Quinn did feel the same.

And I love you,

And I need you, Rachel, I love you,

I do, and it's more than you'll ever know,

Boy it's for sure, you can always count on my love,

Forever more (yeah)

Rachel smiled and started to rap.

East coast, ya still shakin right

Down south, I see your bouncin right

West Coast, I know ya walkin right

(You dont know what you mean to me)

Mid west, your still swingin right

No matter what I do,

All I think about is you,

Even when I'm with my boo,

Girl ya know I'm crazy over you

No matter what I do,

All I think about is you,

Even when I'm with my boo,

Ya know I'm crazy over you

(yeah, yeah)

Rachel moved from the stage to the piano and started dancing around the blonde who was giggling.

East coast, I know ya shakin' right

Down south, I know ya bouncin' right

West coast, I know ya walkin' right

(You don't know what you mean to me)

Mid west, I know ya swingin right

East coast, ya still shakin right

Down south, I see your bouncin right (dirty, dirty now)

West Coast, I know ya walkin right (coz)

(You don't know what you mean to me..)

Mid west, your still swingin right.

They took the bow and jumped off the stage, hands holding tightly together.

"You were amazing."

"You were not bad, yourself, and honestly, I never pictured you as a rapper." That was so hot.

"Get your mind out of the gutter." Rachel teased the blonde. "It's time to dance!"

They jumped right into the dance floor when a band took over the stage and started play all different versions of songs named "Friday," from J. J. Cale's, to Kimberley's, to Rebecca Black's.

Rachel slipped her arms around Quinn, making her jump. "I love watching you play the piano," she purred as she kissed the blonde below her ear. Quinn shriveled and inhaled sharply. The electrical feeling was back.

"Your hair smells good." Rachel nuzzled Quinn's hair and inhaled deeply. Desire uncurled in Quinn's belly.

"You are a much better dancer than you'd suggested," Quinn laughed and wiggled her butts back to the brunette's hips in a rhyme.

Rachel winked and offered Quinn to spin a circle and held her hips tightly with both her hands, swaying along with the beat of the music. "Haven't I told you that I started dancing since I was 3 years old and won my first prize at a dancing competition at age 4?"

Quinn smiled when she mentally pictured a little brunette in a pink dress and dancing with all her passion. "I danced when I was 3 years old as well."

Rachel laughed. "I am impressed, Quinn Fabray."

Quinn loved dancing and singing, but she was never willing to show, since those were her little secret and she didn't really show them to anybody before the brunette. However, it was way too easy for her to just enjoy herself, to forget all the unhappiness, and just to show her true color, when the brunette was around, dancing and laughing without caring what other people would say.

And the best part of dancing with Rachel was the almost electrical charge Quinn felt whenever they touched. The room temperature was shooting up, and the whole world had been set on fire. Rachel drank on Quinn's smile, her laughter, and her smell when she twirled her out of her arms, a mixture of heat and perfume, her sandy blonde hair grew wild in the air flowing with the music, and her skin glowed with perspiration, making her seem natural and untamed.

Every now and then, Quinn would gaze at her and gave the brunette a seductive look as she spun away, her lips parted in a knowing smile, as if she knew exactly the effect she was having on Rachel.

When the band decided to take a break, Rachel's first instinct was to leave the floor with the rest of the crowd, but Quinn stopped her when the recorded strains of "Everything I Do" by Bryan Adams began to waft through the speakers. She looked at Quinn's eyes then, seeing sparkling spreading all over her beautiful hazel eyes. She knew what she had to do.

Without speaking, Rachel slipped one arm behind Quinn's back and reached for her hand, then tucked it into held her gaze as she pulled her close, and ever more slowly, they began to move to the music, turning in slow circles. Rachel was barely conscious of other couples joining the dance floor around them. The heat radiated from the blonde's body and the furious heartbeats of the blonde were enough to burn all her consciousness into ashes.

As the music played in the background, Quinn leaned into her so close that the brunette could feel each of her slow, languid breaths.

Quinn closed her eyes as she put her head on Rachel's shoulder, and in that instant, nothing else mattered. Not the song, not the place, not the school around her. Only this, only her. She gave herself over to the feel of her body as it pressed against the brunette, and they moved slowly in small circles on the wooden floor, lost in a world that felt as though it had been created for just the two of them.

Quinn smiled when she felt a kiss placed tenderly in her hair, and her eyes opened with glee when the brunette whispered, "Come on, Quinn, I would love to show you a place."

Dilemma by Nelly&Kelly Rowland