Pairing: Rachel/Quinn

Words: ±1100

"Remember boys, it will be an elegant event, so bow or tie is mandatory," They groaned at Mr. Schuester's words. "And girls, tell the same to your dates if they aren't students here," The girls nodded. "I'm going to talk to the principal about spreading the news about the party and the clothing requirement. You can go," he smiled before leaving the choir room.

"So Quinn," Kurt leaned towards her. "Are we finally gonna meet this mysterious fiancée of yours?"

The blonde rolled her eyes. "I really don't understand your fascination with the matter. We are dating and we're gonna get married. Simple as that. Nothing strange," she said, standing up with her things and leaving the room.

"Nothing strange, she says," Kurt repeated, incredulous.

"Well, who isn't engaged to someone your father chose for you?" Mercedes said sarcastically.

"I always thought that arranged marriages were—"

"Only in old times," Finn interrupted Tina.

"Or for royals," Sugar added dreamily.

"Quinn looks like a princess," Brittany piped up.

"He'll never have guns like these," Puck showed his biceps.

"I can beat him up," Finn cracked his knuckles.

"I'm going to sing to her," Sam declared.

Their friends rolled their eyes. The boys had been pursuing Quinn since high school started, trying to get noticed and possibly a date. And they didn't stop once rumors about Quinn being engaged got around. They actually confronted her, during a Glee practice, and Quinn's confirmation, probably led by the hope that it would put a halt to their attempts, didn't deter them. No, they were convinced that since it was an arranged marriage Quinn was miserable and that it was their duty to show her that they would be a better boyfriend than whoever her father had chosen for her. Not that Quinn seemed unhappy, some mused, but then again, it was hard to read Quinn, she was usually impassible.

.

Quinn was taking her time refilling her glass. Her friends were hounding her with questions about her fiancée's absence and she had heard Finn, Puck and Sam discussing about asking her to dance and who would ask first and who would she choose and…Quinn felt the hair of her neck rising and the loud noises of the party decreased into hushed whispers.

"Always a diva," Quinn shook her head, smiling, and moved back towards her table. Soon she was joined by the person who got had caused the disruption. A petite brunette wearing black tailored pants, a white shirt, a burgundy vest and a tie walked up to her and smiled shyly.

"Sorry."

"Fashionably late I see," Quinn looked at her.

"Yeah, sorry, I," she scratched her head and adjusted her pony tail "Had some problems."

"Knotting your tie?" the blonde smiled.

Seeing that Quinn was teasing her and that she wasn't angry, the other girl relaxed. "As if! Living with two men I learned to do it when I was two," she ignored Quinn rolling her eyes. "I had to convince daddy that I didn't need a top hat to complete the look."

"By the way, why are you dressed like this, Rach?"

"You said that your teacher said that your date should wear a bow or tie…and bows make me appear shorter," Rachel shrugged as Quinn laughed. "Why, don't you like it?" she pouted.

"I do," Quinn kissed her on the cheek and hugged her. "If you don't want to be subjected to an interrogation I suggest we vanish now," she whispered in her ear before stepping out of her arms.

"Well, milady," Rachel took hold of Quinn's hand and brought it to her lips. "May I have this dance?"

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"Ehm, ehm."

Rachel and Quinn had yet to stop dancing when Principal Figgings tapped on the microphone on the little stage built for the occasion.

"May I have your attention please?"

All the couples stopped dancing and turned towards him.

"Thank you. As you all know, this delightful gathering has been sponsored by Mr. Al Motta, Sugar Motta's father. Please, show your appreciation to Mr. Motta with your applause," he started, leading the students into a not really enthusiastic round of applause. "Now Mr. Motta, to show his heartfelt patronage of the arts, has decide to institute a talent competition," The students started murmuring. "That it will take place tonight," The excitation raised. "And the winner will get a Ya-ma-ha piano generously donated by Mr. Motta," Everything else Figgins said was lost in the loud chaos that his announcement had caused.

"You want it?" Rachel asked Quinn, seeing the glint in the blonde's eyes.

"No," Quinn shrugged, looking away for an instant. "I already have a piano."

Rachel scrunched her nose. "Liar," she poked at Quinn. "Tell me the truth."

"Well, I wouldn't mind getting a new piano…" she admitted.

"Consider it yours then," Rachel kissed her quickly before dispersing in the crowd, Quinn assumed to sign up.

"Where did your fiancée go?"

Quinn closed her eyes. Right. This was why they had been on the dance floor all the time.

"Yeah, we want to meet her."

"Make sure that she is right for you."

"What's her name?"

"Rachel."

"She seems cute."

Quinn turned towards the stage where the first contestant was being introduced. Well, it seemed as they didn't really need her to answer their questions.

"Why do they even want a piano when they're completely tone deaf?" Kurt wondered aloud after yet another disastrous performance that had more than half of the audience covering their ears trying to tune her out.

As new notes resounded Kurt groaned. "No, Barbra, no, please. Please, don't butcher her," he moaned. "Spare her!"

"Are you okay?" Brittany asked worried.

"They are going to perform a Streisand's song. From Funny girl," Blaine explained his boyfriend's distress. "My man."

"Oh no, she didn't," Quinn muttered. "Yeah, she did," she smiled as she heard Rachel's voice.

"It's bad that I found it hot?" Tina asked.

"I'm gay and I'm turned on!"

Quinn glared at Kurt and then at Tina.

"Hey."

"My Man, Rachel, really?"

"I thought it was fitting," Rachel shrugged.

"Quinn isn't a man."

Everyone looked at Finn.

"I know," Rachel ground out, sparing him just a glance. "But one. This song wasn't to express my love for Quinn. She knows that, and there are better choices for that, in my opinion, anyway. And two. Changing man with woman would have messed up everything, from the lyrics to the rhymes to the rhythm."

"Beside you would never do such a thing with a Barbra song," Quinn teased her.

"Yeah, that too," Rachel agreed with Quinn, blushing a bit. "And well, Quinn wanted that piano, so I brought out the big guns. Barbra is my to-go artist for important occasions."

Quinn stared lovingly at Rachel, before grabbing her by her tie and kissing her senseless.