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"Accompany me to Prom."

Rachel blinked a few times at the request, surprised at the blonde. Prom? With the Quinn Fabray? Head Bitch of the Cheerios? She opened and closed her mouth, unsure how to answer. "Um… uh… E-excuse me…?" she stammered.

Quinn let her elbow rest on the piano keys, her head resting on her head so she can lean against the instrument. The smirk never seemed to have left and Rachel noticed it wasn't the usual smirk the cheerleader usually shoots at others. "You heard me, Berry. Go to Prom with me."

The small diva raised her hands a bit, taking a few cautious steps back. "Y-you have to be joking, right? You want me to go to Prom with you? How-?"

"I figured it might be a nice change of pace. Sure, it'd be nice to go with Finn only because we're running for Prom King and Queen, but it'd feel nice to go with a friend." She saw the shorter girl furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, remembering that the two broke up because the quarterback pursued the blonde some time before Regionals. "Oh don't worry your little head, Berry. As if I'm actually that interested in that titan compared to freshman year. You're still free to go after him if you want, but my offer still stands." She stood up. "I should head to Glee. They must be wondering where we went. But if you ever think about it, just tell me." She gave a teasing wink before walking off the stage.

Rachel felt the heat rise to her face at the sudden gesture. "D-did she really ask me out to Prom…? Quinn? Is this the same Quinn we're talking about…?" She looked back at the blonde who stepped through the doors before giving chase, knowing she has to get to the choir room as well.

"P-Prom?! Quinn Fabray asked you to Prom?!" Tina exclaimed as some of the glee clubbers met during free period. "Please tell us you're kidding, Berry!"

"I-I-I don't know… I'm just as shocked as you are…" Rachel stammered, still unable to recover from what happened in the auditorium.

"Maybe she just wants you two to go as friends," Artie suggested as he practiced his wheelies on the other side of the choir room. "There's no way the President of the Celibacy Club would ever ask another girl on a date and isn't she dating Finn?"

"She said she wasn't interested so they're probably just friends. She said she'll wait for an answer but I don't know what to even say…"

"But isn't it tradition for Prom King and Queen Nominees to attend Prom as a couple?" Mercedes inquired. "It's the best way to get votes."

"Well the way she asked seems like she's up to something," Kurt said," We should probably keep an eye on her on Prom Night in case anything happens."

"W-wait… What happened to you guys wanting me to try being friends with her?" Rachel asked, surprised at the sudden shift in attitude from her friends.

Kurt rolled his eyes before looking at the diva. "Yea, sure. Now is perfectly fine to be her friend. But Prom is in two months and we don't know what could happen in those two months. It's best to be cautious sometimes."

Rachel puffed up her cheeks as she exhaled. She nervously bit her lower lip and looked at her friends who agreed with the boy. "I… I guess it wouldn't be that bad to say yes…" She saw the group quietly celebrating and raised a finger to stop them. "But only as friends. Just friends. Nothing more or you guys will get the wrong idea."

Kurt and Mercedes raised their eyebrows in amusement and shared knowing glances. They gave each other a nod before twiddling their fingers together. Operation FaBerry is underway.

Santana furrowed her eyebrows as she heard the quick rustling of grass behind her while talking to Brittany. She quickly swiped away the half-eaten candy bar from her girlfriend before turning around to find her cheer captain giddily jumping up and down, phone in hand and a smile on her face. Her eyes widened at the sight. Quinn Fabray genuinely smiling and hopping around like a twelve-year-old fangirl. Definitely something you would not see every day.

"Aw… She looks so happy," Britt grinned, noticing Quinn's sudden change in behavior.

Santana couldn't help but to twist her lips into a devilish smirk at the sight. "Well. Guess we're going to have a little fun." She held the candy bar up to her girlfriend who excitedly took it back to finish. "Knock yourself out." She folded her arms and walked over to her head Cheerio who didn't seem to notice her approach. She cleared her throat, making Quinn jump back in shock and her free hand going to her chest. The Latina couldn't help but to feel amused when the blonde's happiness quickly faded and turned into anger from the scare.

"Shit, Santana! You scared the hell out of me!" she shouted. Her face was visibly red in embarrassment for letting herself to be caught off guard in such a manner, especially after her reaction to her latest text from one Rachel Berry.

Santana softly hummed, the smirk not leaving her lips. "Looks like you got some good news, Q. Never saw you jumping like a bunny on crack before." She dodged a push and let out a short laugh. "Lemme guess… The hobbit texted you for the first time." Her smile widened when the girl was speechless and hid her phone.

"What makes you think that?"

The Latina tilted her head a bit with an annoyed look on her face. "Really? This has been something we've talked about for a while now. Come on. Give me your phone." She reached for the phone but found it held it away from her. "C'mon, Lucy Caboosey. What are you embarrassed about?"

"Nothing, San! Have you no sense of privacy?!" Quinn snapped as the two struggled. She felt the phone being taken out of her grasp and turned to find Brittany who started scrolling through. "Give it back, B!" She reached for it but was soon held back by the waist by Santana.

"What does it say, Britt Britt?" the Latina asked as she tried to hold the shorter blonde down from tackling her girlfriend. She noticed an awed smile on the tall blonde's face and her blue eyes sparkling when she read the text.

"Aw~ You asked her to Prom?" she asked, looking at the head Cheerio.

"Wait what?!" Santana's hold loosened, allowing Quinn to swipe back her phone and hold it away from the two, anger in her eyes and her face redder than before. "You asked RuPaul to PROM?!"

"As a friend, Santana!" the blonde quipped, holding her phone against her chest as if her life depended on it. "Just as a friend!"

"But you still asked her to Prom! You said you want to take it slow! Asking her to Prom is not taking it slow!"

"It's in two months! I don't know what the big deal is if I'm asking as a friend! Besides! We both don't have dates!"

Santana raised her eyebrows and folded her arms. "What about Finnocence? He's been chasing you with his tail between his legs for a while. Sometimes even the hobbit."

"We are not dating. I never said that!"

"Oh really? I gave him mono on Valentine's Day and you showed up with mono the next day. You really think I wouldn't catch that?"

Quinn threw her arms into the air in frustration. "Oh come on, Santana! We've been through this already! I have to cause some kind of commotion to cover this shit up!"

This earned a fake laugh from the Latina. "Uh-huh, sure."

Brittany looked between the two before looking at Quinn who looked like she might pounce on the shorter Cheerio at any minute. "So… Finn's not your beard?" she asked, making the two look at her.

"Wha- N-no, Britt. We're not even dating," Quinn said with an exasperated sigh. "I just… ughh…" She let her head fall onto the taller blonde's shoulder. "I don't even know anymore…"

Brittany's face fell at the sight of her friend moping. She looked at her girlfriend. "You don't have to be mean about it, San… She's being shy."

The brunette let out a deep sigh before resting a hand on Quinn's shoulder at an attempt to comfort her. "Of all times to be shy, it has to be junior year."

"You should talk…" Quinn snapped, her voice muffled by the fact her face was buried in Brittany's shoulder. The taller girl quickly hushed her girlfriend before she can make another snide remark.

Rachel tapped her phone against her hand as she paced around her room. It has already been a week since she accepted Quinn's offer on attending Prom together and it started to make her nervous. The head Cheerio seemed to have been defending her from slushie attacks at every waking moment or continue throwing slushies at jocks that bullied the glee kids. The diva was obviously grateful but it was the least of her problems.

Quinn began to be a bit more… flirtatious. Cracking a devious smile to show she was joking about a harsh comment. Shoot a wink in her direction from time to time. Even licking her upper teeth whenever Rachel looks her way when singing for glee club. It began to worry the brunette about her new friend's behavior and wanted to ask about it. She wasn't sure if it was a new way of the blonde's bullying or there was more to it.

She looked at her phone again where the box for a message was empty, still figuring out the right words for the Cheerio. One wrong move and she'll be slushied the next morning. She had to admit, it was hard for her to make friends so she cant really let this opportunity slip by. Everyone at the school hated her so she tried her best to get attention and rise to the top to accomplish her dreams after graduating. Attending the best performing arts school for theater and star on multiple Broadway shows. More specifically Funny Girl, a show she had admired since she was young. She figured she had to do whatever it takes to reach that goal even if there were bumps and bruises on the way there.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when her phone started to ring. She quickly caught after fumbling around with it before looking at the screen to be a new text message. She felt her heart pounding when she looked at the ID. Quinn had given it to her long ago when they made their truce about Finn during sophomore year but Rachel didn't have the heart to text her in fear of the torment that would happen through that small screen.

"Calm down, Rachel Berry… It's just Quinn…" she quietly said to herself as she started to pace again. "She's probably asking you about Prom or something about glee. Yeah… glee…

She took a seat on her bed before opening up the text.

From Quinn F.: Hey. Mind if we talk for a little bit?

Rachel furrowed her eyebrows, curious how the cheerleader decided to talk to her rather than Santana or Brittany.

From Rachel: Of course. What would you like to talk about?

She let out a soft groan and fell back. "Of course"? That already screams "throw all of your insults at me" in terms of their previous relationship.

Her phone rang again.

From Quinn F.: Would it be okay if I can come over to your place? A call or text probably won't help at all.

She was taken aback by this. A self-invitation to the Berry household from a daughter of the Fabrays. Usually when a girl wants to talk in person, she would invite the other side to her house, not the other way around. But perhaps it made more sense in their case due to the strained relationship between their families. With Quinn's family, her parents were highly religious so they were against anything LGBT, especially Rachel's gay dads. It was enough for them to not welcome the diva, herself, or even Santana and Brittany when the two became a couple. Inviting herself to the Berry household would have been easily turned into Cheerios practice in a conversation at home.

From Rachel: Um… Sure. I don't see a problem with that.

She heard the doorbell and made her way downstairs, only to find the front door open. Her heart suddenly dropped when she found the Unholy Trinity at the front door. It was a bit scary how they've already arrived a few seconds after she sent the text, but she was too scared to question the possibility.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when one of them cleared her throat. "Um… hi… welcome. Y-you came over pretty fast…" she said quietly, scared they might attack her.

"Thanks for inviting us," Quinn said," But you should really reconsider where you put your spare key." She held up a familiar key with a star glued onto it. She held it out to the diva who carefully took it, her face red in embarrassment.

"Sorry… that was my dads' idea. Um… I remember only inviting Quinn so-"

"Relax, Berry. We're just here to make sure you don't run," Santana said with an annoyed scoff.

"I-I see… Um… do you all want to go downstairs? If you want, I can take out the leftover wine coolers from that party a while back." She proceeded to the kitchen, fetching out a case of the drink.

"Don't mind if we do," Santana said before dragging Brittany to the basement. "We'll see you there."

Quinn quickly stopped them, sharing a brief look with the two. "Um... You two can go downstairs. I want to talk to Rachel in private."

Santana quirked an eyebrow and looked at Brittany who teasingly wiggled hers. Quinn rolled her eyes and shot them a look that read "Get your mind out of the gutters". She took the wine coolers out of Rachel's hands before placing the case into Santana's hold, taking hold of a bottle for herself. "I'll call you guys when we're done."

"Suit yourself. Have fun with your conversation. Come on, Britt Britt." The Latina took hold of her girlfriend's hand before taking her downstairs.

Quinn waited for a moment, folding her arms and looking at the ceiling, recognizing the giggles that came from the two. "Santana! Don't even think about doing it on her couch!"

"Bitch!" called the brunette from the basement.

"It's her house, San! Save it for B's house!"

They heard a loud groan from the staircase. "Ugh! Fine! But we're taking all of the wine coolers!"

Quinn let out a small scoff before looking at Rachel who was a bit disturbed at the exchange. "Sorry about that. Those two don't know how to keep their hands to themselves, sometimes."

The diva looked at her before shaking her head, trying to get the image of the two cheerleaders being intimate out of her head. "Th-that's fine. Um... So you wanted to talk?" She tensed when she saw the devious smile on the blonde's face.

"Mind if we go up to your room for that?"

Rachel took a seat at her bed and looked at Quinn who stared at the wall that had some photos scattered around. "If you came in here to make fun of me, you can start," the brunette said.

"No. Just admiring it. I never really considered making a collage on my own bedroom wall that highlights everything." She softly smiled at the photo of the Unholy Trinity when they were singing "My Life Would Suck Without You" to Mr. Schuester after Sectionals. "I'm surprised you keep track of everyone in the club."

Rachel stood up before going to her side, looking at the photos. "It's only been a year, but I couldn't help it. Out of all the clubs I've joined, it was the only one that made me feel accepted even with all of the drama I've caused."

"Just to expect from McKinley's biggest diva."

Rachel nervously wrung her fingers together, unable to find herself looking at the Cheerio. "A-about that... I'm really sorry about the way I acted before Sectionals... It was wrong of me and you did amazing on that solo with Sam and-"

"You really don't need to force yourself, Rachel. I get it. You're so used to the spotlight that you lose yourself when someone else takes it."

"Y-yeah, but-"

"Yeah… it'd be great if you wouldn't make such a big scene to get what you want, but doesn't everyone? As long as we all have the same end goal for this club, all is well, right?"

"I suppose so…" Rachel looked back at the photos, seeing how she never really had photos with any of the Cheerios given their strained relationship in the beginning. She nervously bit her lower lip before looking at Quinn who took a sip of her drink. "So… was there anything on your mind when you wanted to talk to me? It seemed a little urgent when you came in right after I told you it was okay for you to come over."

The blonde softly smiled. The diva noticed there was a hint of sadness in her eyes when they met. The Cheerio took a seat on the bed, taking another sip. She held out the bottle but found it gently pushed back to her.

"Having Brittany throw up on me during that assembly makes me a little sick when I think of drinking," Rachel said sheepishly.

Quinn let out a small laugh before placing the bottle onto the bedside table. She played with the hem of her skirt before looking at the diva. "So what are your feelings with Finn at the moment? I see you chasing him from time to time after breaking up."

Rachel was taken aback by this. Her voice sounded hurt as if she still may have feelings. Of course, it may have been obvious given the Valentine's Day incident that led to Quinn breaking up with Sam and causing tension between the four of them and Santana. Brittany found out about it when the shortest of the Trinity refused to kiss her for a few days and had to lecture her girlfriend about interfering with other people's relationship. Rachel and Finn have not really been on speaking terms since then but it didn't mean she doesn't still have feelings for him.

She took a seat next to the head Cheerio. "Would it be wrong if I do?"

"Not really. I don't have control over who you like. I'm just curious because of how you always look at him."

"I see… What about you, Quinn? Do you still have feelings for him?"

Quinn shook her head. "As much as I hate to admit it, I really don't. I always thought I did, but thinking back… it was more of the pressure from my parents on being perfect and making sure I'm the top bitch of this school. After talking to Lauren and being reminded of my past, it made more sense that I forced myself to change for the worst… That was when I realized my feelings belong to someone else."

Rachel looked into the taller girl's hazel eyes, sensing a longing in them as if she never really felt love in her whole life. "What's he like?"

Quinn couldn't help but to smile. "I've had my eyes on him for a while. Always from afar because the way things worked make it as if we don't belong together. He's always passionate about his goals and does his best to reach them. He feels like an outsider even if he has friends. I want to help him but I can't due to the pressure from my parents."

"But you're parents are giving you more freedom now, aren't they? Surely that will let you talk to him and tell him how you feel."

"And then what? He'll just reject me. He likes someone else so I can't risk it."

Rachel raised her eyebrows as she looked at the blonde. "Quinn Fabray, are you scared to talk to the person you have feelings for? I don't understand. You're the head Cheerio and everyone moves away when you're walking down the hall. What is there to be afraid of?"

"Because every time I show signs, he never gets them." She let out another laugh. "Kind of pathetic, right? I always get the guy I want but I can't seem to get this one."

"You must really like him to feel like this…"

"I guess so…" She looked back at the diva before leaning close. "You… won't tell anyone about this, right? A secret between... friends."

Rachel found herself frozen, seeing how close the blonde was to her much like what happened in the auditorium. "W-well... I-I can promise you that. But why me?"

Quinn blinked to look away for a moment. "Well... it's a little embarrassing to think about it. Head Cheerio smitten over someone that she's not allowed to be with and most likely unrequited no matter what she does. Santana would make fun of me to no end and if I tell Brittany, she'll tell Santana. You're the closest girl I know that I can trust this information with." She looked into the diva's eyes. "Please?"

Rachel nervously pursed her lips before giving a nod. "Okay. I promise you tha-" She was cut off when the blonde took hold of her and planted a kiss to her cheek. She let out a soft whimper when she felt the girl's tongue against her cheek. "Qu-Quinn... Um..."

Quinn pulled away, her eyes wide in shock of what she did to the diva. "W-wine cooler... Uh... Must have gotten a little weird with the wine cooler..." She stood up, taking hold of the bottle and going to the door. "I... I should go... Sorry about that. I'll see you at school." She ran out as the diva couldn't help but to stare, unable to properly react to what happened.

This chapter was much longer than previous ones, but mainly to help develop the characters more. I know there are still some inconsistencies so if anyone wants to lend a hand, please do so.

And to the reader asking about how much Quinn likes Rachel, the title of the story says all. Hints were also placed in this chapter and hopefully I can elaborate more in the next chapter. This is my very first romance fic that doesn't involve supernatural elements in the past 4 years so please bear with me. I'll do my best.

Next chapter might not be out for a while. I have a personal project to finish ASAP for another fandom as well as working on other stories so please be patient.