AN: So I'm doing something a little different for this chapter. For the first time in this fic we will not be following Rachel around exclusively. I didn't really want to do this but it felt right and it's kind of a test I suppose you could say. Not to mention that I haven't really let you into Quinn's mind. Sure, part of the reason to write from one character's POV is so you don't get into other people's minds but I'll admit that I'm not too good in stick to one POV. Of course I don't intend to let you go completely in Quinn's mind.

Next chapter I might skip ahead to Homecoming. Not completely sure yet but mostly likely I will.

Noah got no further than one step into Rachel's house before she punched him on the arm. "Ow! What was that for?" She had caught him off guard and for once not only did her punch hurt, but he also had no idea why she had decided to hit him. She looked like she was going to punch him again and Noah flinched in response. Rachel froze in mid punch and she shook her head. She spun on heel and marched into the living room. "Are you going to tell me what that was for?" Noah asked despite the risks involved.

Rachel spun back towards him, crossing her arms over her chest as she did so. "Why didn't you tell me that Jesse was on the football team?" she asked angrily. "And don't tell me you didn't know. You had to have known. You did, didn't you?"

"Um… yeah. I did."

"So why didn't you tell me?" Rachel asked again.

"Cause I knew you'd freak out," Noah whispered, for fear of Rachel's wrath.

"What was that?" Rachel asked, raising her voice.

"Nothing, just forget about it. We won." He plastered on a smile, hoping that Rachel would just let it go. Rachel stared at him for a moment and then sighed in resignation.

"I suppose you're right." The game did end quite well. "That guy just makes me so mad. He thinks that he's so much better than me at everything, and he's not." She forcefully plopped down onto the couch, still quite upset about the whole thing. Noah silently sat down next to her. He never really knew what to do in situations that involved Jesse. Typically he'd respond with an offer to beat him up but Rachel would never resort to violence like that.

But with violence in mind Noah thought up something else. "What to come over to my place and play some Call of Duty?"

An hour or so later the two of them were in Noah's living room. His Xbox was attached to the moderately sized TV, with the screen split in half. Rachel wasn't a serious gamer but she enjoyed playing video games. Mostly she'd play more casual games; things that were rated 'E for Everyone' but that didn't mean that she didn't know what she was doing. Like with everything else in her life Rachel could take video games very seriously.

Sometimes it was even scary to watch her. And at that moment, as he watched Rachel get a collateral with her sniper rifle, Noah did feel afraid. "Yeah! Fuck you!" She switch to her sidearm and ran over to collect their dog tags. "Hey, get away from those!" Rachel took aim, killing two more enemies with a few precise shots to their chests. Over his headset, Noah could hear other players talking.

"Who the hell is the crazy chick that keeps yelling?"

"I don't know, but whoever she is I'm glad she's on my team. She's scary."

Rachel was too involved in the game to pay attention to what they were saying. All she could focus on was killing everyone on the opposing team. Noah decided to kick back and enjoy the show. One by one, Rachel took down each enemy she found, yelling profanities as she did so. It was only ever through gaming that Rachel wouldn't watch her language. It was quite an amusing scene to watch.

Elsewhere…

"You are so lucky that I'm a nice sister," Quinn told Frannie as she lugged her bags upstairs and into her old room. It wasn't too bad honestly, especially since Quinn was in such good shape but that didn't meant that she liked carrying her sister's things for her. Frannie simply smiled at her.

"I am, aren't I? You can just throw that in the closet," she told Quinn as she jumped onto her old bed. Once Quinn had done what was instructed of her Frannie beckoned her sister over, pulling her into a hug and onto the bed once she got close enough. "Damn, it's been so long since I've seen you. So tell me, what's in your life."

"Nothing much," Quinn shrugged. "Same old."

Frannie raised an eyebrow in question, a habit which Quinn had picked up. "Really?" she asked skeptically. "What, you don't have a boyfriend yet? Oh wait, my mistake; you don't have a girlfriend yet?" Quinn's eyes fell to the floor. Frannie's own eyes grew wide. "Holy shit. You do have a girlfriend, don't you?" Immediately Quinn covered up her sister's mouth with her hands.

"Shh, not so loud." She carefully removed her hands from her sister's mouth.

"Oh my God," Frannie whispered. "What's her name? What's she look like? Tell me everything. Do you have pictures? Tell me you have pictures. You have to have pictures." Frannie wasn't exactly the most patient person, but that was something that Quinn had gotten used to.

"Her name's Rachel," she told her. "And she's not really my girlfriend yet."

"Yet?"

"We've only been out one date so far," Quinn explained. "I really like her but I don't rush into things." Frannie nodded her understanding and then made a gesture for Quinn to continue. "I do have some pictures. She pulled out her phone and opened one up. "That's her," she told Frannie as she handed over her phone.

"Cute. Why's she in a football uniform?"

"Cause she's on the team," Quinn answered in a somewhat confused tone.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm. That's interesting."

"What is?" Quinn asked.

"Nothing," Frannie tried to push the topic aside.

"What is it Frannie?" Quinn insisted.

"It's just… I never expected you to be a bottom," Frannie explained with a cheeky grin.

"I- what?"

"Hey, it's no big deal," Frannie assured as she made gestures with her hands to show that she meant no harm. "It's cool if you're a bottom. Being a top is way overrated anyway."

"I am not a bottom," Quinn told her outright. "Besides we're not even having sex so… I mean I guess I could be a bottom but I'm definitely not." Quinn immediately turned away from Frannie, disappointed in her childish behavior. Sometimes it was almost as though Quinn were the big sister and not Frannie. The fact that Frannie's initial response was to laugh only helped to prove that point.

"Sure sis, you're definitely not a bottom." The sarcasm in her voice was very apparent. "Jeez, sounds like you've got it bad for this girl. Do I hear wedding bells?" she teased. Though her sister couldn't see, Quinn rolled her eyes. Of course she'd marry her first girlfriend because that's exactly how things happen in real life. She let out a scoff. "Oh, come on sis. Talk. You know you want to."

Quinn ground her teeth together. As much as she would have liked to say otherwise Frannie was right. With a sigh she relented. "Okay," she said, turning back towards her sister. Frannie fist pumped with a cry of victory. Again Quinn rolled her eyes. "All right so… Rachel sings. She's part of glee club, and she's amazing. And I know you're wondering but the only reason she joined the football team was because of me."

"What? Why?" Frannie asked with a raised eyebrow.

"She told me she was just trying to impress me," Quinn explained to which Frannie had to hold back a laugh. "Hey, don't laugh. It's not funny. It was actually really sweet." Quinn smiled as she remembered that night. "She's always really sweet actually," she added as an afterthought.

"Aww!"

"Shut up Frannie."

"Sorry," Frannie apologized, tossing her hands up in defense. "Please continue."

"She's got a really strong personality. She's usually really brave but she can get really shy around me," Quinn explained with a giggle. "She and Santana don't get along too well though." Frannie didn't seem too surprised with that news. "You know how Santana can be; she was being a bitch just so she could mess with me, but they'll put their differences behind them eventually. At least I hope they will." She didn't sound too optimistic about that thought.

"Well, sounds like you've got something good going for you."

"Yeah, yeah."

Quinn's tone lacked enthusiasm which prompted some concern from her sister. "What? What is it?" she asked with genuine worry. "You afraid to bring her home to mom and dad?" Quinn's lack of a response felt like answer enough. "If you need me I'm there sis; I can be there when you tell them, and who knows they just might surprise you."

"Maybe." Quinn forced a smile. "Maybe."

Back at Noah's…

After several crushing games Rachel was feeling very good about herself. Shooting a bullet right between a man's eyes proved to be quite therapeutic, so long as there was no real killing involved of course. She had more or less forgotten why she had been upset in the first place. Jesse was just a jerk and not worth the time and effort. Sometimes Rachel just needed to be reminded of that fact. Besides, Rachel had more important things to focus from; namely, Homecoming.

And so when she was leaving Noah's and he asked her, "Do you need me to drop you off anywhere?" Rachel knew the perfect answer.

"The mall, actually," she answered. "You could even help me."

"With what?"

"I need to buy a new dress for Homecoming," Rachel told him cheerfully.

Noah groaned in response. "No way," his answer came out without a second thought. "You know I don't do the whole shopping thing. And do you really want someone like me to help you pick out a dress for Homecoming?"

It was a reasonable point and honestly the answer was, "No, I don't." Despite his reluctance to go along with her, Noah actually looked offended. "But you're my best friend. You wouldn't steer me wrong would you? I know that most people think that I'm not the most stylish person around, and maybe I'm not," she admitted. "I wear things that I like and things that are comfortable. And I know that I can pick out a nice dress on my own, but I'd appreciate a second opinion. Please Noah. This is the first time that I've ever had to worry about what I'm going to wear."

Noah's resolve was quickly breaking. He turned away from her; away from that pout upon her face. He was going to give her a ride one way or another, that much was certain. And seeing as that would be the case it would only make sense for him to drive her home as well. He opened up the passenger side door and motioned for Rachel to take a seat. "All right, get it," he told her.

Rachel leapt up and gave him a big hug. "Thank you so much Noah."

"Yeah, yeah. Just get in before I change my mind."

During the drive to the mall Rachel and Noah engaged in one of their typical fights over the radio. Like always, Rachel won. The mall itself wasn't huge. It was really more of a mini-mall especially in comparison to the malls one would find in big cities and such. There wouldn't be too many places to find dresses worthy of going to a Homecoming in. Rachel reminded Noah of that fact constantly during the ride there. She tried to make it seem like they'd be in and out in a matter of minutes even though she knew that she'd end up trying out a few dozen dresses before she found the one.

Though Rachel had gone to school dances in the past, she had never taken them seriously. Mostly she had just been dragged along with Noah and she'd end up spending the night nervously approaching Quinn in an awful attempt to ask her to dance. Rachel would always chicken out and then retreat to the punch bowl. She'd get a cup of punch but then decide not to drink it just in case it had been previously spiked. It was an awful routine. But now Rachel had a year full of dances and she was planning on spending each one of them wrapped in Quinn's arms.

Back at Quinn's…

It made sense that Frannie felt the need to interrogate Quinn about every little detail when it came to Rachel. Despite her immaturity, Frannie was still the big sister and it was only natural that she'd look out for Quinn. And so when Quinn found Frannie snooping around on her laptop she wasn't at all surprised. "Hey, what are you doing?!" She was still upset though.

"Nothing," Frannie answered casually. "Just watching some videos of your girlfriend singing. She's good. She planning on releasing an album someday?"

"No… or, I mean I don't think so, but- Hey! Don't change the subject! Get off my laptop!"

"Okay, fine," Frannie gave up, raising her hands up as a sign of surrender. "Here. Sorry, I didn't think you'd get so mad about it. She's really important to you, isn't she?"

"Yeah, she is."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Depends on what it is."

"You said you've only been out on one date, but I can't help but wonder something." Frannie took a pause. Quinn knew what was coming. If anyone knew how to read her then that person would be her sister. "How long have you actually liked this girl?"

Quinn couldn't help but let out a weak laugh. "Honestly?"

"If you want."

AN: All right so this is a bit of cliffhanger but really it's not since I've already said that the next chapter is jumping ahead to Homecoming. I see it more as food for thought. That and it's also a small peek into Quinn's mind. I'm sure some of you have been wondering if she's noticed Rachel before she joined the football team or not. Frannie sure seems to think that she had. Maybe she's right, or not.