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Chapter 11

Quinn was opening her locker after second period when she first saw Rachel that day. She had a hard time tearing her eyes away from the diva who was wearing clothes that the cheerleader didn't even think she owned. Rachel was wearing a toned down, more conservative (slightly more conservative) version of her Britney look. Her hair was plaited into two pigtails, her shirt was not knotted but was so tight that Quinn would swear she could see Rachel's pink bra through, her skirt was impossibly short and that, combined with the heels the diva was wearing, made Rachel's legs seem like the longest legs in the world.

Rachel walked through the school the next day with her head held high, hoping to convey to the student body a confidence that she didn't really feel. She knew her outfit was more daring then her fellow classmates were used to, but she wanted to push Quinn to a point where there was no way she could deny her feelings any longer. She could feel so many eyes on her as she walked down the corridor, but she knew that she hadn't quite grasped the audience that she wanted.

Rachel turned down the next corridor where she knew Quinn would be at her locker. Almost immediately Quinn's eyes turned towards her, as if she could feel her presence. Rachel felt Quinn's eyes move from her head down to her toes and saw the faint blush that was forming on Quinn's face. If the corridor wasn't so crowded, she may have considered walking over to Quinn and kissing her right there. As it were, the hallway was crowded and someone walked over stood between them, looking at Rachel. The diva tore her eyes away from Quinn to see who was standing in front of her.

Quinn would have given anything in that moment to have Rachel's impossibly long legs wrapped around her, however her train of thought was halted when none other than Santana Lopez was standing in front of her, obscuring her view of Rachel.

"Dayyyummm Berry. You look scrumptious!" Santana drawled.

"Thank you Santana. That is very kind of you. I've decided to open myself up to more options, and concluded that the best way to do that would be to dress like this…to see what options presented themselves to me." Rachel said, her eyes flickering back to Quinn who was scowling at Santana.

"Well, I must say, it may just work. You look hot! Is there a particular option you were hoping of perusing?" Santana grinned at Rachel. She knew the diva wanted Quinn, but couldn't say it out loud.

"No. Not really. I'm hoping for a different experience to the ones in my past though." Rachel shrugged.

"Well, maybe I can help you out with that? Give you some one-on-one advice?" She said, winking at Rachel. Rachel's eyes widened as she realised that Santana was joking.

"I may take you up on that Santana. My place or yours?" Rachel said, playing along.

Before Santana could respond, Quinn had pushed herself between the two of them. She turned to Santana and proceeded to yell at her.

"Just WHAT do you think you're doing? Drooling over Man Hands in front of everyone. Have you no shame? God! And you" She said, rounding on Rachel. "What possessed you to dress like that this morning? Cover yourself up woman! You look like a whore!" Quinn's face was bright red as she stormed off towards her next class.

Santana waited until Quinn was out of sight, before turning back to Rachel.

"Well, was that the reaction you were hoping for?" Santana asked.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Santana. Like I said, I'm broadening my horizons." Rachel replied, not really sure how Santana would act if she knew the truth.

"Cut the crap Berry. I know you followed us to the strip club. I know why you're dressed like this. I know how Quinn feels about you. What I don't know is how you feel about Quinn." Santana spoke each sentence with a step forward, crowding Rachel more and more.

"I don't know…wait. How does Quinn feel about me?" Rachel asked, confused.

"Nu-uh. I'm not going to help you unless you tell me what I want to know Berry." Santana smirked.

"Alright fine. This was for Quinn." Rachel admitted.

"I knew it! And why is this all for Quinn?" Santana asked, trying to make Rachel as uncomfortable as possible for her own amusement.

"Because. Because I like her. Okay? Now you know, you can go tell everyone in the school and subject me to a life's supply of slushy facials." Rachel sighed.

"Relax Berrylicious. I said I was going to help you, so I'm going to help you. Now Quinn won't make the first move. No matter what. She's too chicken shit. But if you make a move now, you'll never have her. You'll scare her away. So, what were you planning on doing?" Rachel watched Santana carefully, ultimately deciding that she could trust her fellow glee-clubber.

"Well, I decided that I would up the ante every day, so to speak. Wear promiscuous clothes, make little comments to her, that sort of thing. Until she can no longer deny how she feels about me."

"That actually sounds…like a decent plan. Alright, well you do that for the rest of the week and on Friday night you're coming to a party with us. We're going to make little Quinny a little jealous." Santana said as a shadow formed over her face. Rachel had never seen her look so frightening before. But if she was going to help her win Quinn, then Rachel would make a deal with Santana, er Satan, himself.

"I'll come pick you up on Friday night. Don't dress yourself, Britts and I will worry about that. Be at yours at 6 sharp. Oh, and I expect food. I'm not helping you for nothing."

With that she turned and walked down the hallway, leaving Rachel feeling a little bit more optimistic about her plans. The week was looking up already!

Santana is my absolute favourite character on the show, and I love writing her, so I had to squeeze her into the story again.

Next chapter is the party on Friday night. Wonder what Rachel will be wearing...