AN: Day 25! Here's a more fluffy piece. It started out as jealous!Rachel but...Idk. I guess it's still there. lol. Thanks to free4hmax, livbuk1900, The T.M (yes, it was Quinn's POV) for reviewing! You guys are da best. I'm always taking suggestions so keep 'em coming! Thanks! Tell me what you think!

Leave it to Her

Leave it to Quinn Fabray to make being a lesbian cool. When they had come back from summer everything about Quinn had changed. Her hair, her clothes, her attitude, and her sexuality. The first day of school she wore a shirt that said "Some girls like girls. Get over it". And no one seemed to care. If anything, they embraced it and the number of lesbians in the school seemed to escalate overnight. It was ridiculous. And it baffled Rachel.

How could Quinn still possibly be cool after going against everything the student population stood for? If Rachel as much as glanced at a girl the wrong way she would get slushied. Rachel watched from her locker as a blonde Cheerio sauntered up to Quinn who was in her own locker and leaned against it. Quinn ran a hand through her pink hair as the other girl ran a finger up her arm. Rachel felt her stomach flip angrily as the Cheerio leaned up and whispered something in Quinn's ear. A smile spread over the punk girl's face and Rachel slammed her locker shut and stomped over to the two. She grabbed Quinn's bicep (which Rachel couldn't help but notice was very firm) and dragged her away from the Cheerio and down the hall.

"What was that?" Quinn asked with a quirk of her eyebrow that made Rachel warm on the inside.

"That, excuse my language, skank was merely trying to bed you, Quinn," Rachel said still dragging her by the arm.

"Why do you care?" the other girl asked.

Rachel flushed, "I don't care, necessarily. It was just frustrating to watch."

The brunette was jerked to a stop when Quinn halted suddenly. Rachel looked at her curiously as she looked down on the brunette with a sly smile on her face.

"You're jealous, Berry," Quinn said.

Rachel felt her face flush even deeper and her pursed her lips, "No, I'm not. That's ridiculous."

Quinn barked out a laugh, "You are, I can see it in your face. You want me, don't you?"

"Stop being self centered, Quinn. It's not becoming of a lady."

"I'm no lady," Quinn said, her voice dropping an octave as she stepped closer to Rachel, "And I think deep down, you're not either. You just need the right person to bring it out in you."

Rachel felt like her face was on fire at this point and she crossed her arms in front of her chest, inadvertently pushing her cleavage up so that it swelled over the top of her chest. Quinn looked down at the newly exposed flesh and licked her lips causing Rachel to whimper involuntarily. She took her arms down from over her chest and held them stiffly at her sides.

"My eyes are up here, Quinn," Rachel said with a huff, "You're being quite rude."

"I'm being rude? You're the one that pulled me away from that oh so interesting conversation that Cheerio and I were having earlier."

"It wasn't a conversation as much as her propositioning you."

Quinn shrugged, "Same thing. She may be in the backseat of my car by now if you hadn't interrupted."

"Then why did you let me?" Rachel asked bravely.

Quinn held her gaze, "I saw something better come along."

Rachel felt like she was about to swoon and she looked around the hall nervously, noticing it was strangely empty and everyone had already gone home.

"Great, everyone has gone home which means Kurt probably left without me," Rachel said, "Looks like I'll be catching the bus home."

"Or," said taking the strap of Rachel's bag and plucking it from her shoulder, "I could take you home."

Rachel felt her bravado increase with the burning between her legs. She swallowed thickly and managed to stutter out, "W-what if I'm not ready to go. Home that is."

Quinn quirked her eyebrow in the way that made Rachel press her thighs together and she balled her skirt in her fist nervously. Quinn got impossibly close to Rachel, a strong arm firmly snaking itself around the smaller girl's waist. Rachel could feel Quinn's breath on her lips and she was thankful that she had her arm for support or else she surely would have fainted. Quinn pressed her lips confidently against Rachel's and her hands instinctively tangled in short pink hair, deepening the kiss eagerly. A warmth spread from Rachel's lips, lingered at her center, went to her toes and came back up to her head with the feeling of Quinn sucking her bottom lip sweetly. She pulled away breathlessly and stared into darkened hazel eyes.

"Before I go home with you I need you to tell me one thing, Quinn."

"Anything."

"Am I just another girl for you?"

Quinn smiled and kissed her briefly, "You were never just another girl, Rachel. You have always been the girl."

Rachel smiled widely and kissed Quinn. She said against soft lips, "Take me home."