Quinn was the first to wake. She spent ten minutes simply gazing at the breath-taking girl asleep beside her. She couldn't believe this was actually happening, Rachel loved her back. She loved her. The girl in question shifted slightly in her sleep and rolled over, pulling the blonde whose arms were still wrapped firmly around her waist with her.

She's mine ..she's mine.

Quinn broke into an eye-crinkling smirk. She was totally dating the hottest girl in school, everyone was going to freak out when they found out that ..

That is ..if I'm ready to tell people. Am I ready?

She switched her gaze back to the slumbering beauty, who scrunched her nose adorably.

Your damn right I want everyone to know. I want to scream it from the rooftops, this girl ..this beautiful, amazing, talented girl? She's mine.

Deciding she would ask Rachel what she wanted to do about telling people when she woke up, the blonde gently untangled herself from the mass of limbs and went downstairs to make them some breakfast.

She was just putting the finishing touches to the food when she heard the brunette call her name from somewhere near the stairs.

"I'm in the kitchen" she shouted vaguely in the direction she assumed the diva was.

Seconds later, the groggy brunette entered the room, still in her bedclothes. Her hair tousled and her eyes still half lidded.

"Bed head is so sexy"

The diva blushed and took a seat at the table.

"What are you doing?"

"Cooking you breakfast." Replied the blonde , holding up her spatula as confirmation.

"You cook?"

The cheerleader rolled her eyes.

"Always the tone of surprise."

"Not surprised exactly .." muttered the diva surveying the apron-clad Quinn "more so ..flattered."

The blonde arched an eyebrow. "Me cooking for you makes you feel flattered?"

The brunette blushed, realizing what she had just said. "Well yes, nobody but my Dads and various fast-food chain workers have ever cooked me anything" admitted the pink girl.

"It's nice." She concluded, smiling shyly from under her lashes.

Quinn turned to face the shorter girl.

"I'll always cook for you." Confessed the blonde.

The brunette nodded.

"I believe this conversation got a tad deeper than simply discussing my eating habits."

The former head cheerleader nodded.

"Your right. I think we need to talk Rach."

"Me too." She confirmed, tilting her head adorably to the side.

The blonde gave the shorter girl a plate of food and set her own onto the table before taking a seat.

"What do you think about ..telling people. Y-you know about us?"

The brunette's head shot up.

"Oh. W-well I .." she sighed and glanced at Quinn before setting her knife and fork aside and rubbing her hands against her legs nervously. "Look Quinn I want to be with you, and I love the way I feel when I'm with you. And in some ways, I want to just scream it from the roofs that we are together and we love each other."

The blonde smiled but remained silent sensing a but.

"B-but, I just don't think I'm ready for people to know about us yet. I mean I understand if you want to tell Santana and Brittany, it's just, people are sort of nice to me now. Not kind exactly but ..more accepting I guess. And I have a feeling that if we came out we would be shunned down the pyramid so far that even the AV geeks will be ordering us around."

The cheerleader opened her mouth to retort before Rachel cut her off still rambling.

"And I k-know what your about to say. That we shouldn't care about popularity, and your right we shouldn't. I don't care what happens to me, but I couldn't just stand there and see you get slushied everyday for being with me. You might be OK with getting hurt, but I am not Ok with being the one who cause it. Can you understand that I care about you too much for that?"

Quinn studied the out of breath diva for a few seconds before slowly closing the distance and brushing their lips together slowly, savouring the moment. She ended the embrace after a few moments and pulled back slightly to gaze at the brunette.

"Whenever your ready."

Rachel studied the hazel eyes quickly.

"Thank you."

The blonde nodded slightly before they both began eating again.

"Oh but you know.." began the cheerio nonchalantly placing her empty plate in the sink before facing the shorter girl .."I totally want to christen the piano in the choir room too."

Rachel choked on her toast.

"Are you ready?" asked the blonde worriedly, unsure whether the smaller girl could handle this.

The brunette quickly pecked the cheerio on the lips and giggled.

"I'll take that as a yes." Smirked the cheerleader, before exiting the car and making her way to the other side, helping the other girl out.

"Such a charmer." Teased the brunette.

"Only with you." Replied the blonde smirking in return.

The duo entered the school, talking in low whispers until they reached the diva's locker.

"I guess this is goodbye" sighed the brunette sadly, trying to memorise the perfect face before her.

"For now." Winked the blonde, before disappearing into the crowd of milling students.

God she's so sexy ..

"Rachel?"

...

"Berry?"

...

"Rachel Berry!"

"What?" squeaked the obviously startled brunette, trying to regain her breath.

"You do realize that the bell rang five minutes ago?" came the amused drawl from Kurt.

"Oh. The bell ..rang ..right! I just um ..thought I saw something purple over there .." mumbled the diva before slamming her locker and rushing to first period.

"Purple? Puh-lease that colour is so last year." Commented the gay fashionista before strolling leisurely to his first class. Fashionably late of course.

Rachel spent the remainder of the day trying to concentrate but failing miserably, all she could think about was how everyone would react if her and Quinn were to make their newfound relationship public. She wasn't completely honest with the blonde earlier, of course she didn't want the cheerleader getting hurt because of her. But the brunette was also scared, she was still a teenage girl in the midst of high school coming to terms with the fact that she was actually as gay as a window. And ironically, it took her former tormentor for her to realize it. God what was she thinking? She wanted people to know. She wanted to tell people that she was in love with Quinn.

Her eyes widened in shock.

I can do this.

Quinn was distracted. She was in her final class of the day and when the bell rang she glanced at her notebook. She had done nothing but doodled her and Rachel's names within a heart all over the formerly blank page. She shifted her gaze to the left and right rapidly, before stowing the page deep within her schoolbag with a little smile. She was already crazy about this girl.

So, it was with a light heart, that the blonde practically skipped into Glee that day. At first glance the room was empty, then she spotted a flash of hair from the corner of her eye. She turned quickly to greet her fellow Glee clubber, before her mouth dropped open in shock.

"Finn? What the hell are you doing!"