Unbeknownst to many, history class was one of Quinn's favourites. Truth be told the blonde was a bit of a nerd and loved the logical follow and immersion she could find in math and interesting stories sprinkled throughout history.
"Alright class, to finish up today I want you to get into pairs and practise the presentation you're going to give next week. Just give your partner a run through of the basic content and let them give you some feedback on where you can approve. You have until class ends!"
Catching Brittany's eye, Brittany jerked her head in Rachel's direction and winked at her before turning to partner with Santana.
Determinedly, Quinn stood from her chair and walked to the front of the classroom.
Resting her hand on the back of the diva's chair, Quinn crouched down and spoke into her ear. "Want to pair up?"
Rachel jumped slightly and whirled around to face the Cheerio. Swallowing, she began to reply when Finn, who sat beside her, interrupted. "She's with me."
Turning her attention to the tall boy Quinn regarded him coolly. 'Time for the HBIC to take over,' she thought to herself.
"Oh, so you know what you're doing for your presentation?"
"Oh, uh, no, not really..." Finn stammered, looking sheepish.
Quinn raised a sculpted eyebrow, "so you want Rachel to lose preparation time because you're not organised?"
She knew it was a bit of a low blow but Quinn couldn't deny this was the type of logic that would get through to the diva.
Glancing at Rachel she noticed the brunette was worrying her bottom lip between her teeth and looking slightly pensive at the thought of falling behind.
"Of course not! But she's my—"
"She might have a point, Finn..."
Quinn inwardly cheered.
"But you're my girlfriend; you're supposed to partner with me."
"I know but it's just for class and you can partner with Puck and discuss...whatever it is you two like to discuss between marathon x-box sessions," Rachel gave the boy an apologetic look and kissed his cheek when he sighed and nodded, shuffling over to sit beside Puck who was trying to peek up their history teacher's skirt.
Quinn slid in the chair Finn left vacant and gave the diva a slightly suggestive smirk.
"Hi."
Rachel smiled back hesitantly, "hello Quinn. Might I just say how impressed I am with your dedication to your education and school work. I know for a fact that about half of our class has yet to even choose a topic for their presentation, let alone begin the research and cross referencing processes and—"
"Are you wearing new lip gloss?"
"What?"
Quinn stared at the brunette's lips as she spoke, eyes darkening.
"Um..." Rachel stammered as Quinn's eyes flicked up to hers and the HBIC licked her lips and waited.
"Um...n-no, I wore it to the party."
Quinn smirked at the memories, "mmm, now I remember."
Rachel squirmed uncomfortably in her chair, shooting a quick look in Finn's direction before getting back on task. "So what's your presentation on?"
Quinn reclined in her chair and decided to take mercy on the diva. "Have you ever heard of the 'red string of fate'?"
Rachel shook her head 'no'.
"It originates from a Chinese legend. According to the myth, the gods tie an invisible red string to two people who are destined to be soul mates and will one day marry," Quinn began, getting increasingly excited and animated as she explained her topic. "The two people connected by the red thread are destined to meet, are destined lovers, regardless of time, place and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break."
Rachel looked at Quinn with a look resembling awe.
"I had no idea you were so interested in ancient history, Quinn."
The Cheerio nodded.
"And I really had no idea you were such a romantic..."
Quinn flushed and awkwardly looked around the room, feeling oddly exposed.
Rachel's lips quirked as she tried not to smile. The blonde had really surprised her today and was acting utterly adorable at the moment.
"It's alright, I won't tell anybody about your nerdy side."
Quinn shot her a long look and gave the diva a crooked half smile.
Ignoring the slight jump in her chest at the gesture, Rachel noticed the class packing up as the bell rang.
Finn shuffled back over and slipped his fingers between the diva's, pointedly looking at Quinn during his possessive display.
"All done?" he asked.
Quinn tried not to sneer and smiled brightly when Rachel met her eyes.
"Actually Finn, would you mind meeting me by my locker? I just need to speak with Quinn for a moment."
Finn's eyebrows shot up in surprised. "Sure."
Meeting his gaze as he left the room, Quinn smiled wickedly at Finn and took a deliberate step towards the diva.
"I wanted to thank you, Quinn."
Focusing her attention back to Rachel Quinn replied, "thank me? For what?"
Rachel shuffled around in her bag for a moment before pulling out a white box with a bright green ribbon wrapped around it.
"Yesterday when I got your text message I was truly touched by your thoughtful gesture. I'm impressed that you even remembered, even Finn didn't when I mentioned it to him on the ride home," Quinn sneered slightly at this, "and your message made my day. So to show my appreciation I made you some of my famous 'thank you cookies'."
The diva beamed and handed Quinn the white box.
Honestly surprised that such a tiny gesture seemed to mean so much to the tiny girl before her, Quinn fingered the ribbon on the box of cookies thoughtfully. Rachel didn't belong with Finn, Quinn decided. She had been neglected for too long and deserved so much better.
Placing the cookies on the desk beside her, Quinn stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the brunette. A second latter Rachel hugged back and a few seconds after that both girls pulled away. Staying close, Quinn softly replied, "you're welcome" before giving Rachel a soft kiss on the cheek and leaving the classroom.
AN: reading so many reviews for ch 11 completely inspired me to write a quick ch 12! I didn't plan on this chapter so the next one will be 'Santana's Plan' and possssibly more sexy Faberry interaction depending on how generous I feel...it is Christmas... ;) For inspiration I'm going to see a burlesque show and hopefully be in a smutty mood (...more so than usual). Review/criticise/suggest :D
