Author's Notes:

I'm going to be out of town again for a couple of weeks and will most likely not be able to write while I'm away, so I wanted to give you all an update before I leave for my trip tomorrow. This is rushed and unedited, so please forgive me for my mistakes.

I know everyone's waiting for a Finn beating, and it's definitely coming soon, just not this chapter. Sorry.

Also in response to the review about sexual assault and all that, thank you for pointing it out. It didn't occur to me when I was writing the previous chapter. When I wrote that scene, I was imagining things happening really fast and Quinn didn't really say no yet (verbally) and was still processing. Things didn't go out of hand, but I really appreciate it when you all point out things that I completely miss. I'll definitely be more mindful about it next time. Please continue with the reviews and messages because I do read them and think through them.

Thank you for reading. :)

Disclaimer:

I'm not claiming to own anything. Just borrowing for creative purposes.

[ Chapter 14 ]

Quinn stirs from a restful sleep and rolls on her back. She groans as the bright sunlight hits her face. She rolls back to her side and nuzzles her face on the soft and comfortable pillow that smells different from what she's used to. She slowly opens an eye and almost panics when she doesn't recognize her surroundings.

She pops both eyes open, sits up, and looks around the room, trying to remember where she is. She finds posters of Broadway shows on the walls and the events from last night slowly come back to her.

She turns her head to the side to find the bed empty. She turns to the other side to find the clock on the bedside table displaying 11:00 in bright and bold digits. Rachel was probably up since six this morning. She knows the brunette is an early riser, and she's grateful that she wasn't woken up and was allowed to sleep in.

She also finds a glass of water and headache pills on the table. She silently thanks the brunette and takes the pills, chugging the full glass of water. She has a slight headache, nothing major, but it's best to just take the medicine right now. She gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom to freshen up.

After she's done, she heads downstairs and the smell of bacon invades her senses and her smile widens at the scent of her favorite food. She skips down the rest of the steps into the kitchen and finds the brunette setting strips of cooked bacon into a plate with eggs and other breakfast goodness. The diva is humming some song she doesn't recognize, probably a show tune from a musical.

Rachel hasn't notice her since she has her back to her, so Quinn quietly tip toes behind the brunette and when she gets close enough, she wraps her arms around the smaller girl's waist and rests her chin on her shoulder.

"Quinn. You're awake." The brunette greets, a little startled, but instantly relaxes and sinks back in the blonde's arms.

"How's my girlfriend doing in this fine morning?"

The brunette turns around in the blonde's arms so they're face to face and wraps her arms around the taller girl's neck. "You remembered."

"Of course. I would forever remember the happiest day of my life."

"Happiest day? Really?" Rachel questions with a raised brow and a smirk.

"Yup. Can I get a good morning kiss from my wonderful, amazing, beautiful girlfriend?" Quinn nods and happily grins at her girlfriend. She really likes the sound of that… girlfriend.

"Don't forget extremely talented…" The diva teasingly adds.

"Of course, how could I forget… Extremely talented with an unmatched voice and artistry, by far the greatest and best of this century…"

"Don't get carried away now…" The brunette rolls her eyes at the blonde.

"I personally think you're awesome."

"Such a charmer." Rachel pulls the blonde down for a kiss.

They kiss softly and tenderly, taking their time exploring each other's mouths. It's sweet and intimate, until Quinn's stomach starts grumbling loudly, breaking their moment. The brunette giggles through the kiss and slowly pulls back, amused at her girlfriend.

The taller girl lets out an apologetic chuckle. "Sorry. Kinda hungry."

"Well, take the plates and food to the table, and get the silverwares from the drawer over there."

Quinn kisses the brunette one more time, a quick peck before letting her go, and starts setting the table, while the brunette prepares a couple of cups of coffee. Halfway through their preparations, the doorbell rings.

"Are you expecting anyone?" The blonde wonders.

"Not that I can recall. Can you answer the door for me please?" The brunette responds, keeping her focus on the brewing coffee and grabbing a couple of mugs from the cupboard.

Quinn nods and makes her way to the front door. Without bothering to check the peep hole, she swings the door open, revealing a surprised Finn. He definitely isn't expecting to see her here, and he scowls at the blonde who's answer his girl's front door.

The blonde smirks at seeing the surprised and unhappy quarterback on the other side of the door. It sure feels better to be standing in her position right now, and she just wants to rub it in his face, but she decides to play it cool.

"Why hello, Finn. What brings you here?"

"What are you doing here?" He narrows his eyes at her, voice dripping with venom.

"I must ask you the same question." She answers a little too cheerfully, mocking the tall boy.

"What did you do to Rachel?"

"What makes you think I did anything to her?" She crosses her arms in defiance to his accusatory tone.

"Rachel?" He ignores the blonde and decides to call out to the brunette.

Rachel shows up behind Quinn, wiping her hands with a dish towel. "Finn? What are you doing here?" She asks him, surprised to see him this early. She's really not in the mood to see him at all; especially after the stunt he pulled last night, but tries to remain civil and polite.

"What is she doing here, Rachel?"

"Quinn is welcome here anytime, Finn. It doesn't matter to you what she's doing here. What is the purpose of your visit?"

"You disappeared last night, so I got worried and wanted to check on you to make sure you're ok."

Quinn snorts at his fake concern for her girlfriend. She's almost positive that she caught a glimpse of him making out with another girl at Puck's party while she was looking for and chasing after Rachel. His tongue down another girl's throat is a sure sign of concern, and she cannot help the snort that easily comes out at hearing his insincere words.

Finn glares at her. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"You are my problem, asshole."

"Finn, I'm perfectly fine. Thank you for your concern, but I would now prefer you leave."

"No, we need to talk. It's supposed to be you and me. What did she do to you?" He starts to protest, towering dangerously close to the brunette.

Quinn instinctively moves in front of Rachel and she starts shoving Finn back and away from her girlfriend.

"Don't fucking touch me." He tries to swat her hands off of him.

"Finn, I need you to leave now." Rachel demands, raising her voice at him, and she pushes him hard and he moves enough to be right outside the door, and she slams the door in his face.

He's stunned at the now closed and locked front door, and he starts pounding the door with his fists. "You're making a big mistake. You'll come crawling back to me, you'll see."

Rachel cringes at his yelling, and Quinn clenches her hands in anger. She just wants to step out of the house and punch the douchebag's face to pulp.

"Quinn, it's ok. Please." Rachel pleads with her, recognizing the fire burning on the blonde's eyes. She knows that her girlfriend's furious, and the clenched fists is a definitely sign of that, but she doesn't want Quinn to get hurt and get into trouble. Right now, she just wants Finn to leave, so she can spend the rest of the weekend with her girlfriend.

When the banging and yelling stops and hears heavy footsteps moving away from the door, she sighs in relief. Finn finally leaves, and he can just let them be for now. They'll deal with him later on. Right now, she just wants to focus on them and this new relationship they're embarking on.

She moves closer to the blonde and pulls her in for a full body hug, resting her head on the taller girl's chest and hoping to calm her down.

Quinn relaxes in the brunette's embrace and she eventually hugs her back, pulling her closer if at all possible. She buries her face in the brunette's hair, inhaling her scent. She sighs and murmurs. "I really hate that guy."

"I know. Me too." Rachel admits, which makes the blonde chuckle a little bit.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one."

"What did you ever see in him?" Quinn wonders because from what she's seeing, Finn has nothing going for him at all. He's uncoordinated, dumb, mean, manipulative, selfish, and she can go on and on all day.

"I wonder about that myself."

They pull back and look at each other lovingly, all traces of anger is gone from Quinn's eyes and is replaced with a soft, adoring look that she only imparts on Rachel, but seeing Finn only brings back memories from last night, and Quinn feels guilty again.

"Rach, I'm sorry about last night with Kitty…"

"I've already forgiven you." Rachel stops her, and she playfully adds, "But that doesn't mean you're off the hook yet."

"Ok. I'll do whatever you want me to do." Quinn promises without hesitating.

"I like the sound of that. The great and mighty Quinn Fabray will do anything I want her to do."

"Well, when you put it that way, I rescind my statement…" The blonde teases.

"You can't take it back. It's too late now."

"So you really think I'm great and mighty?"

"Hush you and your oversized ego." She shakes her head at the blonde. "Let's go eat. The food that I labored and sweated for is getting cold."

"Let's, because God forbid that all your hard work must go to waste."

"Don't mock me or I'll never cook bacon or steak for you ever again." She spins around to do a diva storm out, but Quinn grabs her by the waist and pulls her back, hugging her close from the back and Rachel melts into the taller girl's arms.

"I'm sorry. Thank you, Rachel. You're the best." Quinn showers the brunette's neck and cheek with kisses in between her words, making Rachel giggle happily.

They finally move to the kitchen and start digging in. Quinn is extremely grateful that the brunette is willing to cook her favorite foods for her despite her veganism. She cannot stop thanking the brunette and complimenting her cooking all morning.

They are cleaning up in the kitchen, when Rachel notices something on Quinn's neck which makes her frown.

"What?" The blonde asks, wondering if there's dirt or leftover food on her face.

"We need to cover that up. I don't want to see it."

"Cover what?"

"That thing… that hickey." The brunette unhappily points at something on Quinn's neck.

"Oh… ok. Let's cover it up if you want." The skateboard says realizing what her girlfriend is referring to. She knew that cheerio was going to leave a mark and she internally curses her for it.

Quinn soon finds herself in Rachel's room, sitting on her desk chair, while the brunette hovers beside her with a make-up bottle. Her girlfriend is slowly applying the cover-up on her neck where Kitty had sucked a little too eagerly leaving an unpleasant mark. Delicate fingers, slowly moving around her neck is making her squirm.

"Quinn, stop moving." Rachel sternly commands, while attempting to apply the make-up.

"It's ticklish."

Rachel glares at her.

"Sorry, I'll try to sit still."

"I may have agreed to be your girlfriend and cooked you breakfast, but I still expect you to grovel and make this up to me."

"Yes, ma'am. Grovel I will, and I'll make it up to you." Quinn promises sincerely. She'll do anything to make the brunette happy, and she really is regretting the situation with Kitty last night. She may have reacted quicker and pushed the girl away if she had been sober or less intoxicated. She considers abstaining from alcohol – but maybe just a drink or two instead of binging.

"Maybe you should consider drinking a little less alcohol or maybe even stop drinking every once in a while…"

Quinn's eyes widen at what her girlfriend just said. She wonders if the brunette can read her mind.

"You're wondering if I can read your mind…"

The blonde's jaw drops. 'Fuck, she is a mind reader. Wait, let me check. What am I thinking right now? Uumm… think of something.' Her thoughts are convoluted and she's close to panicking at the possibility.

"And you want me to tell you what you're thinking right now?"

Quinn actually gulps. It can't be. She's screwed. Her thoughts will no longer be sacred and she will need to filter herself from now on. Her life as she knows it is over.

"Baby, you look like you just saw a ghost. Are you ok?"

"I think so."

"You know I can't really read your mind right? You're just so predictable. So adorable and silly." Rachel gives her a peck on the cheek and quickly finishes up the make-up application so that the hickey is no longer visible. "There. You're all set."

"You called me baby."

"You don't want me to."

"I like it." Quinn says with a goofy smile on her face, replaying the brunette's term of endearment in her mind. She doesn't notice that Rachel's already walking out of the room as she's still lost in her dreamy state.

"Are you going to sit there all day?" Rachel calls out to her from outside the room.

Quinn shakes her head no and springs up to her feet, catching up to her girlfriend.

"Let's go to the mall. I need to pick up a few things, and you're taking me to a movie. I get to pick the movie."

"Yes, of course. Anything you want, Rach." Quinn gives in like the whipped girlfriend that she knows she is and it doesn't bother her at all. She's completely fine with it.

Quinn picks Rachel up from her house on Monday morning on the way to school. She figures it's her duty as the brunette's girlfriend to drive her to and from school. In all honesty, she just wants to start her days seeing her girlfriend as early and as soon as possible.

She parks the car, jumps out, and starts walking towards the Berry's door when Rachel comes out and practically skips down the front walkway. She meets her halfway and the smaller girl jumps into her arms for a hug.

"Hi." Quinn greets with a wide grin when they finally pull apart. She can definitely get used to that kind of greeting from the brunette every time they see each other.

Rachel gets on her tip toes and gives the blonde a chaste but sweet kiss, which makes the blonde's heart swell with happiness, and she beams even brighter.

"Hey." Rachel finally greets back with her own smile, and they just stand there, arms around each other, wordlessly staring at each other with matching wide smiles.

Their moment is broken with a couple of loud honks coming from Quinn's jeep.

"Stop eye fucking, bitches. We don't have all day." Santana yells at the couple as she leans back in the backseat of the jeep, and they see Brittany slap the Latina's arm scolding her with a stern face, and Sam is immersed in his phone, texting away, beside Brittany.

Quinn rolls her eyes at the Latina. She regrets being the designated driver to school, and she starts dreading the fact that the Latina is practically living with them. That means that she has to deal with her snarky remarks whenever she and Rachel are together, which she hopes will be a lot more often.

The short ride to school is no better for the new couple. Santana continues to annoy them with her unwanted comments. When Quinn reaches to hold Rachel's hand, keeping her other hand on the steering wheel, the Latina has to complain.

"Will you stop being so sickening? You practically spent the entire weekend attached at the hips. Aren't you sick of each other yet?"

"San, be nice." Brittany scolds her girlfriend. Sometimes she can get too carried away and not know when to stop. She knows that her girlfriend is really happy for Quinn and Rachel, but just doesn't want to admit it. She adds a stern look to let her know she's serious and it shuts her girlfriend up right away. She turns to her cousin and friend, and tells them with a wide smile. "I think you two are cute together."

They do look cute together, and her cousin is never been happier, so anything or anyone that makes Quinn happy is in her approved list. She's known Rachel for a while and she knows that she's really nice when she needs to be, so she's just happy for the two of them.

"Thank you, Brittany. We appreciate your support of our relationship. We definitely need all the people we can get on our side. I am anticipating a lot of backlash in school and in this small town in general. People can be close minded around here, but I do have high hopes that our relationship will not be met with hostility. I mean, look at you two, you're both doing just fine."

"It's coz no one messes with me or my Britts, or I'll go all Lima height on them."

"I don't understand why people are so scared of San. She's such super nice and sweet and cuddly."

Quinn snickers at Brittany's description of the Latina, which completely breaks her bad-ass gangsta image to pieces.

Rachel on the other hand just looks at Brittany disbelievingly. She doesn't know how anyone could ever use those adjectives on the Latina. Nice? Sweet? Cuddly? Santana's far from those, but the blonde cheerio always has a way of breaking down the Latina's hard exterior, so she supposes it's possible.

Santana scowls at the blonde skateboarder's snickering and glares at the diva, making her look away, but one hug and kiss to her cheek from her girlfriend forces a smile on her face, which she tries to hide.

"Watch the fucking road, Fabgay." She snaps at Quinn when she catches her sneaking a glance from the rear view mirror.

Quinn is leaning beside Rachel's locker as the brunette shuffles through her locker, taking what she needs and leaving what she doesn't. The blonde is just waiting for her girlfriend, so they can walk to class together.

Kitty walks towards the couple with a smirk on her face and as soon as Rachel sees her, she growls lowly and scowls. Quinn isn't happy to see the cheerio either but she's more nervous at how this confrontation will end up.

"Draw your claws back, Berry. I'm here to apologize."

Rachel and Quinn look at her in disbelief.

"I'm sorry for jumping your girl. You can't blame me for going for what I want, but don't you worry, I've moved on. Quinn's all yours." She turns to the blonde and continues. "Sorry about the party. No one runs out on me, so you're either blind or have really bad taste. Whatever. If you wanna downgrade, then good luck."

The two glee girls just stare at her, mouths agape. They're both not sure if they should be relieved or offended by Kitty's words. What does she mean by downgrade? Quinn believes that Rachel's surely better than a lot of girls in this school. And bad taste or blind? Definitely not.

"I hate to admit it but you two kinda look alright together, so whatever. We good?" The cheerio shrugs, like it's no big deal. She's really happy for the two girls in front of her, but she will never openly and enthusiastically admit that. Sure it seems like she lost to the brunette loser, but not really. If she really wants to win, she will win. This is one of those rare cases where she's actually letting the diva win, out of the goodness of her heart.

"Uuhh... Rach?" Quinn wants to respond but instead, she turns to her girlfriend to see what she thinks. She figures it's the safest answer.

"Umm… ok." Rachel answers hesitantly. She's still confused at what's happening. First the cheerleader apologizes, and then insults them, and then she's complimenting them.

"Great. Now that we've cleared that up, this doesn't mean we're friends or anything, so we can now go back to ignoring each other." She finishes and struts away with her head held high and her hands on her waist, like she owns the entire school.

The two gleeks watch her go, and Quinn finally speaks up, turning to her girlfriend. "I don't know what just happened, but I think that was a good thing, right?"

"I believe so, Quinn."

A locker door slams close a little too loudly a few doors down from them, and they look up to see Finn stomping away and disappearing around the hallway.

"Now, we just have to deal with that oaf." Quinn comments with a frown.

Rachel tugs the blonde's arm, pulling her attention back to her. "Let's not worry about him for now. Why don't you walk me to class? As my girlfriend, it is your duty to carry my books for me and walk me to class."

"Don't I already do that before we got together?" The blonde takes the brunette's books and they start walking to their shared class.

"Yes, but now you're obligated to do it."

"Why do I have to carry your stuff and walk you to class? Why don't you do that for me?" Quinn questions, even though it really doesn't matter to her. She wants to do this for Rachel and has no problem with doing it every single day. She just wants to see how the brunette will react.

"I can if you want me to." Rachel quietly adds. She has never considered this before, because she's only dated guys, and they always do that for her. Well, after she whined and demanded they do it for her. Quinn is really the first to actively do these sweet and chivalrous things for her without her prompting.

"How about we alternate? I take Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and you can take Tuesdays and Thursdays." The blonde suggests. It sounds like a plausible solution to her.

"It's not equal. You get more days and I would."

"I like walking you to class and carrying your stuff for you."

"Who's to say that I don't like doing those things for you?"

"You haven't done those for me before." The blonde points out with a smile. She understands that the brunette hasn't dated a girl before so things may be a little different from when she was dating her ex-boyfriends, but she likes hearing the brunette willingly want to do something that she's not used to.

"Well, I already like the idea of it. And given the chance, I have no doubt that I would enjoy doing it."

"Can we just agree with my plan? Just for this time. Please?"

"Fine." The brunette huffs, but the corners of her mouth curves upward in amusement and her smile widen when the blonde fist pumps the air for winning this round of argument.

At Glee club, everyone is busy preparing for the competition. They only have about a week left before they head out to New York for the National Show Choir competition. Everyone is learning the choreography with Brittany and Mike's instructions.

Most of them have the steps down, and they just need to smooth it out, except for Finn who seems to have two left feet. He bumps into random people, completely missing his cues, a few times.

A group of them are already unhappy with not getting any solos and having the big lump of oaf knocking into them mid routine only fuels their annoyance. Mr. Schue decides to end practice earlier than usual to prevent anyone from killing the uncoordinated football player.

Quinn is relieved that Glee is almost done. She just wants to go home and cuddle with her girlfriend. It's been a long and exhausting day. School's getting intense with final exams looming over them and Glee club is stretching her patience. Not because of the rehearsals and not even because of Finn's clumsiness.

What annoys her the most is seeing her girlfriend and Finn sing their love song duet, and acting like they're in love with each other during their performance.

She knows Rachel is merely acting and she's a god damn great actress, and that's not doing Quinn any good right now. She's burning with jealousy every time the co-captains stand too close to each other or when they touch or when they stare at each other while singing about love.

She's not worried about Rachel because she trusts her girlfriend. It's Finn that she doesn't trust. She knows he still have feelings for Rachel and she's going to make sure to keep a close eye on him when he's around the brunette.

To add to that Rachel and Finn has to stay extra longer after Glee club to continue with practicing. As her girlfriend argues, she requires perfection in everything that she does, especially her performances and she's not adequately satisfied with the quality of her and Finn's duet yet.

Quinn cannot argue with that, and the late practices become an everyday thing, so she patiently waits for the brunette, working on her homework or studying for her exams or skateboarding in the parking lot or going to the gym with Sam or playing catch with the gang, anything to kill time while she waits for Rachel.

The worst thing is seeing Finn discreetly give her smirk whenever he's close to Rachel and singing with her. She has to remind herself that it's all part of the act – at least for Rachel – to calm herself down and stop herself from pounding the boy's head on the pavement.

She even starts learning some meditation chant from teen Jesus, whatever his name is, that's supposed to give her serenity, patience, and peace. It's all gibberish to her but she's willing to learn it if it helps with her temper.

Quinn is walking to the lunchroom with Sam and Brittany when she overhears Finn's angry voice from around the corner.

"We had an agreement. You were supposed to seduce Fabray. You didn't do what you were supposed to do." Finn tries to contain the volume but his raised voice is still loud and clear to the three blonde's.

"No one tells me what to do, especially not you. I can do whatever I want, and I'm done with this and with you. So move out of my way and fuck off my life, blubber." Kitty answers, very annoyed at the dumb jock who thinks he can control her. No one controls Kitty Wilde… ever. She has half a mind to kick the quarterback in the nut and put him in his place, but decides against it. He's not worth any more of her time or effort.

Hearing all this, Quinn clenches her fists and is about to make her presence known to the tall boy, but a strong hand on her shoulder stops her. She cranes her neck to see who's keeping her from repaying Finn what he deserves. She's about to yell at whoever is holding her back, but seeing that it's Brittany, she shuts her mouth, knowing that she can never yell or be angry at her sweet cousin.

"Q, you can't. National's is in a few days. Rachel will not be happy if Finn cannot perform or sing." Brittany reasons. She knows that Quinn has every right to be angry and beat up Finn and that Finn deserves to face consequences, but she also knows that now is not the best time to do all that.

"Britt's right, sis. We don't want to miss out on winning National's coz you sent Hudson to the hospital."

Quinn tries to argue that she's not going to beat him up that bad, but before she can irk a word, Sam continues. "And I know that you can and will send him to the hospital."

"Come on, Quinnie. We'll deal with him later. I'm hungry and Rachie's waiting for you." The dancer wraps her hands around her cousin's arm and tugs her towards the lunchroom.

Quinn sighs, giving in, and allows Brittany to lead her to the lunchroom. She wonders when she became so whipped by the women in her life. There must be something in the waters of Lima.

Learning about Finn's plan with Kitty messes Quinn's mood the rest of the day, and she's extra quiet and distant, which Rachel notices right away. They are walking across the sparse parking lot towards the blonde's jeep.

Rachel decides to give her voice a break this afternoon and doesn't stay extra late to practice with Finn. That fact alone should make her girlfriend happy, but Quinn doesn't say anything, All she receives is a forced smile and a quick peck on the cheek.

"Let's go to music store."

"Sure." Quinn shrugs indifferently.

Rachel furrows her brows, wondering what is bothering her girlfriend who is normally chirpy at the end of the school day. She finally gives up trying to read her girlfriend's mind, stops walking, and turns to face her.

"Baby, what's going on?" The brunette cups the blonde's face with her hand, lifting her face so the blonde is making eye contact with her instead of the ground.

"Nothing." Quinn mumbles her response, trying to look away from the brunette's intense gaze.

"I know there's something. You can tell me."

Quinn lets out a breath and confesses the reason behind her bad mood to her girlfriend. The brunette isn't happy with the news about Finn's scheme and her resolve to break off all ties with the tall boy strengthens. If not for their duet and Glee club, she can do without having to interact with the footballer. They just need to get through National's and maybe she'll give him a piece of her mind after that.

Rachel gets on her tip toes and softly presses her lips to the taller girl's lips. The kiss is chaste and sweet, and it's exactly what Quinn needs to take her mind off of a certain jerk.

The brunette pulls back and lovingly stares at the blonde. "Hi." She greets with a smile.

"Hey." Quinn beams at the brunette who knows exactly what to do to bring her back to the present and to what is important. With that simple kiss and smile, it seems that everything in her world is right again.

They both go the music store, then get dinner, and after that, they decide take a stroll around the park since it's a nice warm evening, and none of them wants to go home yet. Going home means back to doing homework and cramming for exams, and etc. The impromptu date is a nice break from all the busyness of school and Glee club.

They sit on a bench facing the lake and enjoying the view and nice weather.

Quinn gazes at Rachel and the sight of the diva sitting beside her makes her breath hitch. She still cannot get over the fact that Rachel can leave her speechless and breathless. She's not sure if she'll ever get used to it, and she hopes she doesn't, because if she can watch the brunette all her life, her life will be complete. She's sure of it.

Before realizes it, the words flow out of her mouth, unable to stop it even if she wants to. "I love you."

Rachel turns to look Quinn, not expecting the confession, and judging from the blonde's surprised expression, Quinn wasn't expecting to say those words tonight either. A small smile forms on her face. "Tell me again."

Quinn swallows the lump on her throat, but the words flow out naturally, even though it comes out as ramble, but it's all honest and sincere. "Rachel, I think love you… I know, I love you. I don't know when or how, but I just know... You know what I mean..."

The smile on Rachel's face widens and she's now beaming at the adorably shy blonde. "I love you too, Quinn Fabray." She leans closer to the blonde and the blonde meets her halfway, crashing their lips together.

Rachel instinctively wraps her arms around Quinn's neck and Quinn wraps hers around the shorter girl's waist, pulling her closer. The kiss starts slow and sensual, and it starts to heat up as tongues duel with each other. They pull back when the need for air becomes unbearable, and they stare at each other with swollen kissed lips.

"I think it's time for you to take me home, Quinn Fabray."

"As you wish."

They skip to the jeep hand in hand, giggling like newly in love teens and everything else in the world doesn't matter as long as they have each other.

A/N: Please review. Thanks for reading. :)