Mhm, mhm, sorry for the wait..lol. Anyway, enjoy!

I woke up to the sound of my friend Kelsey's text tone.

"Hey, I gave your work to Quinn because she said she had some math stuff to tell you about," as soon as I read it, I dropped my phone. It was only 2 PM, which meant that school got out in 45 minutes, which really meant that I had 45 minutes to ungay myself and act as heterosexual as I could.

"Does she know where I live…." I replied hesitantly. Almost instantly, I got a reply.

"No, but I told her. I also gave her your number. She said she'd call you when she's on your way. It's not a big deal, right?" I replied with "no," and simply just put my phone down and got up. My dads won't be home until around 6:30. More time with Quinn. Or not, unless she just gives my homework to me, and leaves. I spent the 45 minutes I had showering and then doing my hair.

At 3, Quinn called me to tell me she'd be over in a few minutes. So I just went downstairs and sat at the kitchen table, and waited. As soon as Quinn knocked at the door, I got up and answered it.

"Quinn, h-hi," I stuttered out.

"Rachel, hi! Are you feeling better? I brought your work because Kelsey isn't in our math or science, and I figured it would be easier," she explained. Yeah, it would have been sooooo much easier if the girl I'm in love with shows up at my door holding my homework and making me nervous, instead of my best friend.

"Rachel," she asked, as if she was searching for me.

"Oh, um, yeah, hi. What was it you needed to tell me? It was about math?" I asked confused. Although I'm not sure why she has to explain the math to me. I'm really good at math. And she's actually really bad.

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to see you," she admitted. I was really confused. Who would just "want to see me?"

"What," I asked, more nervous that curious.

"I really like you, Rachel, you know," she said. At that point I was like, is this a joke? She was staring at me, like, me. ME. ME, RACHEL BERRY. QUINN FABRAY WAS STARING AT ME. IN MY HOUSE. As a friend….you like me. I like you too, let's be friends, is what really should have come out of my mouth. But before anything came out of my mouth, my mouth was locked with Quinn's lips. WHAT. I didn't kiss back. I just stood there, shocked.

"R-Rachel, no, I'm sorry. Here's your math, I'm gonna leave now," she said. I could clearly tell she was embarrassed.

"No, Quinn, don't," I grabbed her arm and then I kissed her. What.

"I like you, Quinn," I whispered. I didn't mean to say it, it just came out. I let go of her arm.

"Do you really," she asked, seriously.

"I-I do. I do, I like you, please don't tell anyone," I begged.

"Why would I tell anyone?" she asked. I was dying to know if she loved me to. I mean, she did just kiss me. I'd like to know what she's feeling. I sure am not going to be an experiment of hers, or anything. I didn't even reply back. I didn't want her to know anything.

"I like you too," she whispered. I'll admit that was sudden. I didn't even expect her to say she liked me like I liked her. Maybe she doesn't and it's a joke. She then hugged me very tightly.

"Don't let go," she said into my ear.

"I-Quinn. Please, why are you doing this? Is someone paying you to do," I was interrupted with Quinn's lips against mine.

"Rachel, I mean it. Don't let go," she begged. And so I didn't. I didn't let go, and we went up to my room and lay on my bed for a few hours, while I held her. I don't know why, but she cried. She didn't want to say anything and I didn't make her say anything.

"I have to go, I'll talk to you later," she stated, and just walked out.

"Quinn," I said, but she was already out of the door. I stood there staring at the door for what felt like hours, until my dads walked in.

"Rachel, sweetie, how are you feeling?" my dad Leroy asked.

"Really bad, I'm going to go upstairs," I muttered.

"Alright, but hugs first. Don't worry about school; you don't have to go tomorrow. Do you have a friend who can pick up your work?" Leroy asked, and then they both proceeded to hug me. I nodded my head and then walked up to my room. I pulled the comforter off of my bed and wrapped myself in it. I loved Quinn. I pulled out my phone and had a message from Kelsey.

"Hey, you feeling alright?"

"No, I'm not. I won't be in school tomorrow," I replied.

"Oh, that's alright. We don't have classes together tomorrow, anyway. So I guess you won't need me to bring your work to you tomorrow, Quinn will bring it?" she asked, and I replied with "yeah," despite the fact that I didn't want this Quinn thing to become a regular thing. I eventually fell asleep again, and woke up at around 4 because I had to pee. All I wanted to do was sleep. So I got up, went to the bathroom, and then lay back down. I snuggled into my blanket, and then checked my phone.

3:39 AM – "I miss you," It was a text from Quinn. I almost started crying, for I don't know what reason.

"I miss you too," I replied.

"Can I come over tomorrow," Quinn asked.

"Yeah, sure, Quinn. See you tomorrow," and with that, I fell asleep. I woke up again at about 8:30 AM. I pulled out my journal and started writing to Quinn.

Dear Quinn,

You kissed me yesterday. I was really shocked because I didn't even know you liked me like that. You're coming over today, and all I can think about is you. I can't wait to see you. I told you I liked you, too, but I really love you. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to scare you. I'm a confusing person, Quinn. I don't want to let you in and then you can't handle me because of my feelings, or who I am. I don't want to let you in because I don't want to get hurt. But at the same time I want to let you in, so you can let me in, too. I want you to be able to love me and trust me. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours.

Love,

Rachel

I closed my laptop and then got up and went downstairs. There was a note from my dads.

"We hope you're feeling a little better, have a nice day, we love you! - Dad & Dad xoxo

Yeah, I guess I'm feeling a little better, but this whole Quinn thing makes me have even more anxiety than usual. I made a small bowl of cereal and sat down on the couch. I flipped through a few channels, and then decided on "Grey's Anatomy," my favorite show. My phone buzzed. It was Quinn.

"I'll be over in like an hour, is that ok?" she asked. But it was only 9 am. Why would she be coming over so early?

"Sure, but why so early," I asked confused.

"Just because I want to see you, and talk to you," she explained. Oh, no. I don't like talking..especially if it had to do with feelings.

So, how'd you guys like it? Any suggestions/comments/constructive criticism, please let me know:)