Chapter 5 – Quinn's POV

"Quinn? What are you doing here?" Rachel asks as she opens the door.

I hold up my books. "To study, remember?"

"But… I…" She struggles to find the right words.

"Listen." I start, placing my hand on her arm. "I know you're scared, so am I, but that doesn't mean we should quit."

She doesn't respond so I continue talking, stepping inside her house as I do.

"Yes, I'm aware of what happened to Santana and Kurt, but the difference between them and us is that we have each other, they didn't have anyone to help them. Well Santana had Brittany, but she was dating Artie at the time and Kurt has Blaine now." I pause to recover my train of thought. "Rachel, please don't say you just want to be friends, we can keep this a secret for as long as you want, I just want to be with you."

I watch as a smile slowly spreads across her lips.

"Okay." She whispers.

"Okay?"

"Okay, we can continue this… whatever this is."

I squeal, lifting her up and spinning round. She giggles and once I've put her down she shuts the front door and leads me up into her bedroom.

As soon as we're in her room she pushes me onto her bed and sits on my lap.

"What happened to studying?" I tease, lifting one eyebrow.

"Shut up and kiss me." She instructs.

"With pleasure."

I lift her up and turn to face the bed before dropping her and climbing on top of her.

I connect our lips and instantly force my tongue into her mouth. She groans in appreciation.

I reach down and run my hand up and down her side. I feel her hands on my hips slowly slip under my t-shirt and I squeal.

"Sorry." She says between kisses and moves her hands back to my hips.

"No, don't stop, it's just your hands were cold and it took me by surprise." I laugh.

She giggles in response and slides her hands back up my shirt.

"While we're kind of on the subject." I say, lifting my head slightly. "I know you want to wait till you're 25 and I'm totally cool with that, but does that mean we can't have fun above the waist?" I ask with a wink.

"Honestly, that 25 thing was mainly so a guy wouldn't pressure me into doing something I'd regret the next day. I'm not ready with you yet, but it'll definitely before I'm 25 and quite likely to be soon." She explains. "So right now, above the waist stuff sounds perfect."

I smile and continue kissing her while her hands explore my back.

When I realise that she wants me to make the next move I sit up and take my top off. I hear her breath catch and smirk.

"Your turn." I prompt, moving to sit next to her so she can sit up.

She takes a deep breath before slowly removing her t-shirt.

"Wow." I say as I take in the sight of the brunette.

"I know I'm not perfect but…"

I cut her off with a kiss.

"You're beautiful." I reassure her.

She looks at me, saying nothing.

"Well well well, does the sight of me in a bra make Rachel Berry speechless?" I tease.

She smiles shyly and nods.

"Okay to continue?" I ask.

She nods again so I gently lie her down and begin trailing kisses down her neck onto her chest, between her breasts and all over her stomach, making her flinch when I kiss a ticklish spot.

She suddenly flips us over, taking me by surprise and straddles my waist. I watch as she slowly reaches behind her and removes her bra, propping myself up on my elbows to get a better view. As she throws the item of clothing on the floor I move my eye-line from her bare chest to her eyes.

"You're beautiful." I say again.

"You said that."

"I meant it."

We've been sat studying for about 2 hours and I can't take it anymore.

"Rachel." I say, turning to look at her.

"Quinn." She responds, also looking up from her textbook.

I take a calming breath and continue. "I was just wondering… if… you knew the answer to question 5?"

She eyes me suspiciously. "Yeah, it's 3x squared."

"Oh, that's what I got too. Thanks." I say, internally calling myself an idiot.

"Rachel." I try again.

"Yes?"

"Will you be my secret girlfriend?" I blurt out.

She blinks. "What?"

"Will you be my secret girlfriend?" I repeat slower.

"Oh Quinn! Yes!"

She launches herself into my arms and kisses me passionately. I smile against her lips, the happiest I've been in a long time.

On Monday morning I avoid Santana as much as possible but she corners me at lunch.

"Hey bitch."

I crack my neck but ignore her.

"Oh giving me the silent treatment now?" She laughs.

"Don't think I won't slap you again Santana." I threaten.

She laughs loudly, catching the attention of everyone in the cafeteria who wasn't watching already.

"What do you want anyway?" I ask bluntly.

"Coach wanted me to tell you that she's adding an extra practise after school, at the same time as Glee so we have to choose."

My eyes widen and my mind immediately turns to Rachel, if I choose cheerleading she'll be crushed but if I choose Glee I'll get kicked off the Cheerios.

"Listen, if you want to be friends again, all you have to do is choose us, not the loser club that we didn't want to join in the first place." Santana comments before turning and walking away, hand in hand with Brittany.

My eyes wander around the room until they land on Rachel's. She holds my gaze for a few moments before turning and walking into the nearest corridor.

"Look, if you want to choose the Cheerios, that's fine with me. You don't have to choose Glee for me." She says as soon as she realises I followed her.

"Rachel." I say, turning her around to face me. "I don't know what I'm going to choose, I love them both equally, I have done since my very first Glee club meeting. I know what you're thinking but you wouldn't be the only reason I pick Glee, so stop worrying about me giving up cheerleading for you."

Her face relaxes. "How are you going to decide?"

I sigh. "I don't know that either."

The bell rings, signifying the end of lunch.

"Well I guess I'll find out at 3 o'clock." She replies before heading towards her next lesson.

"I guess so." I mutter under my breath.

I can't concentrate on what Mr Schue is trying to teach us in Spanish class. All I keep thinking is 'Cheerios or Glee?', 'Rachel or Santana?', 'Singing or cheerleading?'.

At 3pm I walk into Coach Sylvester's office, she eyes me up and down.

"You're out of uniform Fabray."

I drop the box containing my Cheerios outfit on her desk.

"I quit." I say before turning on my heels and leaving.

"You'll regret that decision." I hear her call after me.

A few minutes later I stand outside the choir room and look through the window in the door. My eyes find Rachel and my heart breaks slightly at the downcast expression on her face, thinking I'd chosen cheerleading.

I take a moment to compose myself before entering the room. All eyes turn to face me but the only eyes I'm interested in belong to Rachel. They light up at the sight of me, a smile creeping onto her lips.

"Sorry I'm late." I address Mr Schuester. "As I mentioned at the end of Spanish, I was returning my Cheerios uniform."

He nods in response and I take my seat.

"Well Quinn, it looks like you're the only cheerleader to choose us unfortunately, which means we'll have to work even harder to recruit new members. Especially as Sue will be making it even more difficult now that her head cheerleader has left her. Now…"

"What made you choose us?" Puck whispers as Mr Schue explains his plans.

"I love singing." I state simply. He shrugs and goes back to playing with his phone.