Rachel was unsure of what to do. On the one hand she wanted to just jump into Quinn's arms and kiss her all over. On the other hand, the terminator was still tracking its prey….so….waiting is good. Santana took this opportunity to turn to Rachel. "Berry. So that's your partner?"

At the word partner Quinn's head jerked around suddenly, and from the corner of her eye Santana saw this and knew her mistake immediately. "Dance partner Q. Shit. Regulate yourself cap." Quinn looked sheepish for a moment before she did one more terminator scan of the area. Rachel walked up to her tentatively. "Quinn, I am so sorry. I have tried to call you, text you, email you. I would have even sent smoke signals or carrier pigeons to get to you. Can we please talk?"

At the mention of carrier pigeons, Santana looked up to the sky shakily. Quinn suppressed a laugh. Her big tough friend was afraid of pigeons and thought no one knew. As if. Quinn looked into Rachel's eyes, and saw not one shred of deception. Rachel earnestly felt bad and seemed like she was aching to touch Quinn. "Rae, I want to talk. I do. I didn't plan on seeing you tonight, so I am really not ready. San and I were on a walk when we saw her talking that way to you. It made me mad-umm-nervous that she wouldn't take your no for an answer. I was only protecting you."

With that Rachel could not contain herself anymore and rushed to throw her arms around Quinn. "I know Quinn. You make me feel safe. I will give you your space if that is what you want; I want to respect your wishes. Perhaps we can both think of what we want to say and meet for lunch tomorrow?"

Santana made a gagging noise as she rustled around in her huge bag of bagels, finding what she wanted she shoved half of one in her mouth saying "Wack oowt Qui, rup prol haf a pow point."

"Santana if I may say so, my power point presentations have been an instrumental part of my success thus far. And, at the point of being rude, people afraid of pigeons shouldn't carry around bushel bags of bread products." Santana swallowed quickly and hugged the bag to her body protectively. They were not getting her bag of bagel goodness-screw that.

"Lunch tomorrow sounds great Rachel. Am I still invited for tomorrow night? "Quinn prayed she was. There was no way she would feel fine with Idaho around her girl-er-friend.

"Of course you are Quinn! I have a block of 4 tickets, so you can bring Santana if you like. Quinn, I really want to date you. I feel so horrible about all of this. I-"

Quinn cut her off before she could finish. "Rach. I want to date you too. But we are going to have to go super slow. And we both need to think, and talk about that. Ok?"

Rachel nodded and snuggled herself into Quinn more before she whispered "Walk me back to my dorm?"

Quinn placed the smallest, almost imperceptible kiss on the top of Rachel's head. Her eyes met Santana's and they smiled. Maybe something would go right here for once. Santana half wondered if a muzzle would help with Rachel.