Hi. Sorry for the wait and stuff! There's another chapter after this (with more sex, I promise) and possibly a Brittana spin-off chapter with GP!Santana because someone mentioned it to me before and I wrote half of it already. But anyway.

This has more feelings than sex. That is all.

A month has passed since the first time Quinn slept with Rachel. Thanks to the barrage of homework and readings that she had to go through, Quinn had been busy. Her workload became heavier. Sleep and fun became optional in her life. But despite all this? Quinn was happy.

She was reading through a handout that talked about cell potentials when her phone buzzed beside her. It was a text from Rachel! Quinn opened and the text and was happy to read that Rachel was asking her out on a date. Tonight.

Quinn shot up from her bed and shoved her head inside her closet for something half decent to wear. Mentally cursing herself for putting off the laundry, she knocked twice against Santana's door before barging in. The law student was sprawled on her bed, reading a George Orwell novel instead of her usual heavy textbook. "San, I need a favour."

"You look terrified Q, what's going on?" She sat up, and Quinn was glad that her best friend was feeling slightly existentialist enough to be concerned about her.

"Rachel just asked me out on a date tonight and I have nothing to wear." Quinn rushed out. "I can't meet her without looking half-decent! Have you seen how good she looks? She wears these clothes that give me sexy librarian fantasies!" The blonde plopped on the bed beside Santana who patted her head.

"Geez, calm down. I told you to do your laundry yesterday but noooooo," Santana drawled. She hopped off the bed and looked into her drawers. "A-ha! I have just the look for you." Quinn's face was still buried against the soft pillows so she missed the conniving glint in the Latina's eyes.

A few minutes later, Santana kicked Quinn up and off the bed to wear the clothes she set out for the blonde. Quinn didn't doubt her best friend for a second as she blindly slipped on the shirt, the pants and the jacket. She was wearing a grey V-necked shirt with torn sleeves that cut right above her biceps. It had 'BOY' written across the front in thick block letters.

"Hey, I remember this shirt from high school." Quinn looked down on it and smiled. "And why do I have to wear skin-tight pants? It's making my junk pop out."

"That's sort of the point." Santana hummed as she did Quinn's hair. She softened the hair wax with her fingertips before running her hands through the choppy blonde locks, making the hair at the back of Quinn's head stick up. Quinn stood up and looked at herself at the bathroom mirror. The Latina's tight bomber jacket completed the look.

"I don't…" Quinn trailed off as she tugged the shirt down. "I look – "

" – smokin', Q. You look smokin'. If I didn't have a dick too I'd bang you so hard we'd pass out. And you don't even have to take your clothes off." Santana winked and landed on her bed again. "Oh, wear your old grey chucks with it, and you're good to go."

"Thanks, San." Quinn grinned, pecking the Latina on the forehead before darting out of the bedroom. She sent a quick text to Rachel saying that she was on her way before yelling a farewell to her best friend and running out of their building.

/~/

It was drizzling as Quinn stood by the stairs leading to the underground. The hood from her jacket was up, and the lamppost sparked and buzzed above her, when soft footsteps, like falling snow, approached her. She looked towards, and light illuminated the woman's face. Rachel wore a demure smile that made Quinn want to kiss her until she ran out of breath. The blonde reached for her arm, noticing that it was damp. Her hands slid lower, and their hands locked.

"You look stunning," Rachel said, her eyes sparkling with orange and chocolate hues. "I didn't know you own clothes like that."

"Santana helped me," Quinn replied. "Where are we off to?"

At the question, Rachel simply smiled and tugged Quinn's hand, to the direction of bars and late night cafés, where light piano music can be heard. Ushering her inside, Rachel and Quinn sat on one of the tables that gave them a direct view of the small stage. Quinn glanced around, excitement thrumming through her veins. "What's going on Rach?"

Rachel smiled and waved at the bartender, who immediately sent them a couple of beers and a bowl of fries and ketchup. "My friend in my Prose and Poetry course told me about these weekly poetry slam nights in this bar." She explained, taking a sip of her beer and chewing on a piece of potato. "I thought you'll enjoy something like this every now and then."

When Quinn didn't say anything, Rachel bit her lip and averted her gaze. "I-I'm sorry, after you told me not to—"

Words escaped her as Quinn scooted her chair over to take Rachel's lips into a kiss that melted her inhibitions away. She pulled away in a daze. "Rachel, you're sweet. I never told anyone about my… dreams." Quinn spat out the word with disdain. "And I'm glad you're the first one I told. Thank you."

Rachel couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the night.

/~/

By eleven o'clock, Quinn and Rachel were tipsy, but still coherent. Rachel was sitting on top of Quinn's lap, drinking her beer and sucking on the blonde's neck when one of the bartenders went up on stage. "Okay guys, since tonight is poetry revamp night; it means we get to recite poems that were written by someone else. Any takers?"

Rachel giggled when Quinn breathed against her ear. "You should do it, Quinn."

"But I'm drunk," the blonde muttered as a spiky-haired boy with all-black clothes went up on stage and began to recite The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. Quinn scoffed. "They really need to stop abusing Poe's dark themes for their own twisted mentality. Haven't they had enough of comparing their ex-girlfriends to roses with thorns?"

The brunette giggled and shook her head. "This is why I'm asking you to recite a poem! So you don't have to suffer from these mediocre recitations."

Quinn buried her face against Rachel's neck and groaned. "Let me sober up a bit."

"And how are you going to do that?"

A smirk made its way to Quinn's lips. "I was hoping you can help me with that." She tugged Rachel's face down, slipping her tongue between the seams of the brunette's lips. She licked behind straight rows of teeth, tasting ketchup and beer against the rough bumps of the actress's tongue. "Mmn, tastes good…"

"Quinn, y-you're getting hard." Rachel whispered; her hot breath tickled Quinn's cheek. Rocking her hips, the actress smirked at the small groan that rumbled through the blonde's chest. "Are you going to go up and recite something?"

Hazel eyes were dark when they fluttered open. Quinn's teeth sank down against olive skin before pushing Rachel off of her lap. Glancing down, the bulge was apparent and it strained against her jeans. Carcasses and vivisections passed through her mind, and Quinn sighed in relief as her erection deflated. Winking at Rachel, she waved at the bartender who nodded and motioned for her to get up on stage.

Quinn was still inebriated, but she wouldn't be on the stage if she wasn't. "I'll be reciting 'You Walked Gently Towards Me' by Ben Okri." She waved at Rachel who waved back. "For Rachel, because she demands it."

Rachel blushed when the bar burst into a rampant applause. Quinn gripped the stand and took a deep breath. Public gestures of her affection was never a thing for her, but with the way chocolate eyes admired her from a distance, Quinn knew that it might be one of her favourite things to do for Rachel. Even if it meant embarrassing herself every now and then.

"You walked gently towards me, in the evening light." Quinn's voice hushed the audience's murmurs, causing a small smile to tease her lips. "And brought silence with you, which fell off when I touched your shoulder, and felt the rain on it."

"We went through the city. Up the roaring streets full of many lights, and we sought a place to be alone, and found none." Quinn gestured at the space before her, admiring the faces of the people that watched her back. "The evening was merciful on your smile. Your laughter," Quinn smiled at the vision of Rachel's illuminated face. "Touched the hungry ghosts of passing years."

"You moved smoothly on the waters. Your shadow sounded of silk." Eyes fluttered to a close, like every moment when words prove to be too much. "You led me to places full of mellow darkness; secret coves where they didn't let us in. And under the rain," Quinn sighed, and all she could focus on was how Rachel's eyes brimmed with tears waiting to be shed. "You bid me kiss you with your silent and uncertain eyes."

Quinn hooked her thumb into one of her belt hoops; the posture of her apathy. These words, being expelled for the public to hear, were only meant for Rachel. Even if they were written by a poet from years before, it was the undulations and breathiness that gave it character – Quinn's character.

"We walked home, and the rain laughed around us with its insistent benediction. And your hair was strung with diadems, your face with glittering dreams, and my eyes were wet, with your luminous, spirited joy."

Silence allowed Quinn to step off the stage and back to Rachel's arms that anticipated her return. Fingers laced together, and a feathered kiss brushed against Quinn's forehead. "That was beautiful, Quinn." Chocolate-coloured eyes darkened, and Quinn gulped. It was when Rachel smirked and led her away from their table, and into the bathrooms. Porcelain tiles reflected off an angry orange. It made Quinn's head hurt but it ceased to matter when Rachel shoved her into the handicapped stall and kissed her.

"Rach, what—" Quinn groaned when a hand cupped her cock through her jeans, the fabric now overly-stretched across her lap. "Oh fuck, what are you doing?"

"After what you just did in front of strangers…" Rachel husked, her teeth digging into Quinn's jaw as the brunette nipped and sucked. "…for me, I want to feel you Quinn." Her hand made its way up the blonde's shirt where Rachel scratched her nails against well-defined abs. "I want to feel you how hard you get when I touch you." The actress looked down between their bodies at the bulge that was straining against Quinn's jeans. "Oooh, so hard already…" She mumbled.

"You know how it is," Quinn growled. She grabbed Rachel's ass and placed her knee between the brunette's legs. Heat radiated off of Rachel and Quinn moaned. Her teeth sank against the muscle that connected Rachel's neck and shoulder together, causing her to shriek. "Fuck, I bet you're dripping."

"Oh, I am." Rachel crooned, raising a brow and taking a step away from the hungry blonde. She popped the button of her jeans and lowered it enough to reveal her glistening pussy. Rachel took Quinn's hand, brushed it against her lips before slipping it between her legs. The blonde's eyes widened at the pool of wetness against her fingers. Her hand was retracted and slipped the fingers in her mouth. It was sweet and slightly bitter. It was Rachel.

"Turn around," Quinn ordered, pivoting Rachel around by herself. She gripped the brunette's waist and tugged her jeans to her knees. Quinn yanked her pants down to release her stiff cock. Pumping herself, Quinn nudged Rachel's pussy lips with the head of her shaft. "You want me, Rach?"

"Yes, yes, please Quinn!" Rachel moaned, her hands gripping the metal beam for support. "Fuck me with your hard cock!" The blonde reached for Rachel's breasts and squeezed them as she pulled the diva towards her cock. Quinn slipped in easily, as if she belonged there. The warmth welcomed her and she had to resist the desire to just stay enveloped around Rachel.

"Move, Quinn!" Rachel hissed.

The blonde snapped out of her lust-induced trance and the hunger took over her. She slammed her hips, shoving herself deep inside the brunette's dripping cunt. "Fuuuuck," Quinn groaned, leaning forward to press her chest against Rachel's back, her hand snaking around to cup both of her tits. She pinched each dark nipple as her tongue licked the shell of Rachel's ear. "Do you like this, Rach? Do you like me pounding into you?"

"Mmhmm," Rachel's hands turned white as they gripped the metal bar for support. "Q-Quinn, please make me come. I fucking need your cock bursting inside me… I want to feel your cum filling up my pussy."

Quinn whimpered, biting her lip to silence the moans that wanted to fall out of her lips. She straightened up and slapped and squeezed Rachel's ass. "Move against my cock baby. Make me come inside you."

Rachel groaned and reached behind her to entangle her fingers in Quinn's hair. She licked the sweat away from the blonde's jaw and nibbled on it, leaving red marks all over. The brunette rutted her hips back against Quinn's, causing her butt to rub against pale thighs. "O-oh fuck Quinn. I-I'm gonna – "

"You gonna come for me?" Quinn ran her nails down Rachel's abs, stopping before her clit to rub her furiously. The tightening around her cock made everything feel ten times better that she felt her orgasm thunder through her body. "Shit Rach, I'm – o-oh – h-here it comes!"

"Yesyesyes!" Rachel's eyes closed and her mouth opened to let out a silent scream. She shuddered and slumped down, her pussy convulsing around Quinn's thick shaft as she released gooey drops of cum inside Rachel, muttering the brunette's name again and again. With a breathless chuckle, Rachel kissed Quinn's cheek and then her lips before slowly pulling the pale and wet cock out of her. She groaned, suddenly feeling empty.

"You're a mess baby," Quinn husked, taking some tissues to wipe her cock and then Rachel's pussy. "You're amazing."

"I should say the same for you, darling." Rachel giggled. Her cheeks were still flush and her breathing was still irregular when they left the disabled stall. Their fingers interlaced together as Quinn followed Rachel out of the smoky bar and out into the cool autumn air. "Did you enjoy our date?"

"Yes I did," Quinn winked. "That was the best date ever. No one has actually taken me to a poetry slam before…" She looked away from Rachel's bright eyes and blushed. "So, thank you Rachel."

Rachel shook her head as they walked along the sidewalk to the singer's apartment. "It's not a big deal, Quinn. You love poetry, and I want to explore that love with you. Now," she beamed up at the blonde and rocked to and fro on the balls of her feet. "Would you like to share my bed with me? I do hate waking up alone."

Quinn kissed her knuckles and smiled against them. "Of course Rachel."

/~/

Soft pillows and a warm body shifting against her gently lulled Quinn awake. The tanned expanse of skin hypnotized her, kissing the curve of Rachel's shoulder as a silent morning greeting. Waking up beside the singer was one of Quinn's favourite things to experience since it made everything they have more intimate. She traced Rachel's shoulder and neck with the pad of her thumb, admiring her natural beauty in silence.

"Mmn, morning." Rachel whispered through her dry throat as Quinn ran her hand up and down her sides. She turned to face Quinn, giggling at the messy blonde hair on top of her lover's head. "My sexy lion."

Quinn growled with a smirk, rolling them over to have Rachel pinned beneath her. The brunette smiled and threaded her hands through the blonde hair, sighing against Quinn's lips as they kissed beneath the morning sun.

"Come on, I smell breakfast sandwiches." Rachel murmured while she spattered kisses all over Quinn's face. "You're gorgeous, Quinn."

The blonde drew back, her face garnering a reddened hue. "W-where did that come from, Rachel?"

She shrugged. "I just felt the need to state the obvious, that's all."

Quinn shook her head and rolled out of bed, taking Rachel with her. They got dressed with Quinn constantly groping Rachel's butt, and got out of the room to find Brittany humming her own tune and dancing as she made sandwiches for four people.

"Britt, who's eating the fourth sandwich?"

At that moment, the door buzzer sounded. Rachel hurried to answer it to find a lanky man with a dopey grin and five o'clock shadow on his face. "Finn!"

Quinn cocked her brow at Brittany when she handed her the plate for her sandwich. "Finn is Rachel's ex-boyfriend from high school. They're like, really good friends now, so he visits every month."

The short-haired girl glanced at the contrasting heights on the foyer of Rachel's and Brittany's apartment. The actress had to rise to the tips of her toes, and the newcomer had to bend in an awkward angle to hug properly, that Quinn found herself snorting at how bad their dynamic could've worked in high school.

"I brought you flowers, Rach!" Finn announced, holding up an almost-wilted bouquet of vibrant roses, the type that can be bought off of any street corner. It was clear that he didn't even try finding more meaningful flowers, but what does Quinn know? She's just a medical student staying for breakfast, after all.

"Thank you Finn." Rachel said politely, taking the flowers and heading to the kitchen – to dispose of them probably, Quinn thought – before returning with a mug of coffee. For Finn.

"Are you okay Quinn?" Brittany asked, sidling up beside the shorter girl who was staring at her breakfast sandwich and glass of murky orange juice. She perked up at the mention of her name, only to nod her head. "Yeah, Britt. I'm fine."

"Who's this? New roommate?" Finn went up to the table and grabbed a sandwich. Quinn watched in silent disgust as he took giant bites, spilling crumbs all over the counter and floor. "'m Finn!"

"Uhh, hey. Yeah, I'm Quinn." She started eating her sandwich and smiled at the taste. "This is awesome, Britt."

"Mine needs more sausages…" Finn complained as he chugged some orange juice. "And do you have any hot sauce? It needs hot sauce."

"Rachel's allergic to the stuff." Quinn deadpanned. "And Brittany hates spicy food." And this was supposed to be Rachel's boyfriend from high school? He was either self-absorbed or their date situations never called for hot sauce. Either way, it bugged Quinn that this… man, could be around Rachel and not know of her allergies.

"What, really?" Finn looked sceptical. "Remember when I made you dinner, Rach? That had hot sauce in it!"

"Which is why she got hives that left scars on her lower back…" Quinn muttered as she finished the rest of her food. She glanced at Rachel who was sitting beside Brittany quietly, which was something that troubled her. Rachel was always the talkative one, the girl with the most pep that often overthrew Brittany's. It was… weird.

"Rach?" Quinn reached for the brunette's hand. "Are you okay? Do you need anything? Are you tired?"

Even her smile was crooked. "Yeah, I just need more coffee."

"I'll get it for you!" Finn beamed, shooting off his chair and spilling orange juice all over the counter in the process. "Oops, Quinn, you mind cleaning that up for me?" He said as he disappeared into the kitchen.

The blonde grabbed paper towels and proceeded to wipe the spilled drink away while watching Rachel in the corner of her eye. She looked paler than usual, compared to when she woke up in Quinn's arms. Throwing the soaked towels away, Quinn went up beside her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "You okay, baby?"

"Quinn…" Rachel sighed, gently pushing the blonde away. "Please, not now."

The medical student faltered. "W-why, what's wrong?"

"Finn's here."

"So what?" She asked with wide eyes. "Is it because he's your ex-boyfriend? You don't… You don't want him to know about us?" When Rachel said nothing in response, Quinn chuckled in the well-known way bitter people do. It was dry and oozed of self-mockery. "I get it. That's always great to know, Rachel."

Quinn thanked Brittany for the food with a kiss on the cheek, and nothing for the actress that looked away from the front door upon her departure.

/~/

Quinn spent the rest of the day lounging in the living room of her apartment and watching Saturday cartoons while eating Lucky Charms off the bowl on her stomach. The opening theme song for Teen Titans came on, making her perk up, only to groan when Santana turned it off with the remote. "I was fucking watching that, Santana."

"No really," the raven-haired girl scoffed. "What the fuck happened to you, Q? What are you doing here instead of banging that Rachel chick you can't shut up about?"

"Nothing!" She whined, reaching for the remote that was in Santana's grip. "Turn the TV on before I smack you."

"Not until you tell me what happened!"

Quinn huffed and set the bowl of cereal on the coffee table, and then she hugged her knees to her chest. "… her ex-boyfriend came to visit…"

"Ouch. And you got kicked out of the apartment?" Santana sat beside her on the couch and wore the same scowl. "Why? Aren't you two exclusive or whatever?"

"I-I didn't really ask her to be my girlfriend yet…" Quinn muttered, burying her face between her knees. "So I guess we're not really exclusive."

Santana looked shocked. "Huh, that's shocking. I swear you're the type to commit as soon as you can, Q." She slapped her thigh and reached up to ruffle up the blonde's hair. "You know what will cheer you up? We're going out tonight. Get drunk; find a hot girl that's too drunk to notice you're a chick with a dick, fuck the hell out of her, what say you?"

Quinn scrunched up her nose. "That sounds gross, Tana."

"I know. That's why we're doing it."

/~/

Quinn and Santana walked the three blocks away from their apartment to head to La Luna, a decent bar that they frequented. Quinn loved it for the dark intimacy; Santana loved it for the easy bartenders that knew her in nickname terms. They passed through security, and then headed straight to the bar for a few shots.

"Hot blonde alert." Santana cocked her brow at the sight of the bartender. "Daaaamn, look at that. I haven't been here in a while…" She went up the bar and leaned against it while Quinn watched in amusement. "Hey babe, you got anything good for me?"

The bartender laughed and shook her head then looked at Quinn. "Oh, hey Quinn!"

"Wha—you two know each other?" Santana snapped her head back and forth. "And you didn't tell me? Bitch!"

"Hey Brittany." Quinn grinned. "Sorry about this one." She jerked her head towards Santana's direction. "She hasn't gotten any in a long time."

"It's okay." The taller blonde giggled. "Here, these shots are on me." She placed two glasses and filled it up with clear liquid that the two girls downed in one go. "Now you," Brittany vaulted off the bar and grabbed Santana by the collar. "If you can keep up with me in dance, we'll see about the rest of the night, hmm?"

Quinn gave Santana a thumbs-up as she was dragged to the dance floor. She asked for another shot from a bartender and took it without hesitation. Quinn thought about Rachel and how she missed her. She felt as if they moved too fast. They did dry-hump when they first met, and had dirty talk as their first conversation.

But it wasn't about that – wasn't about sex. Quinn had crush on Rachel ever since she saw her russet eyes that travelled across the lines of her script, wanted to hold her hand to keep her from tumbling across the moving train. And after their date last night, she was pretty sure that she was in love with Rachel.

It was stupid of her to think that – to think that love could be born from explosive sex and a few romantic dates. It was the idealistic girl in Quinn who yearned for romance and love that lasts through her lifetime, and she hoped to find it in Rachel.

Quinn finished three more shots, causing her vision to blur. A warm body grazed her shoulder and she looked to see a brunette with a smirk on her lips.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Uhh, yeah." Quinn slurred, nodding. "I-I think I drank too fast…"

The unnamed brunette reminded her of Rachel, except that she didn't smell like tangerines, and her body wasn't as soft. "Come on; let me help you get out of here." She husked into Quinn's ear, making her squirm.

"Hmmngh," Quinn grunted and stood up. "A-are you propositioning me for sex?"

The brunette giggled. Her laughter wasn't as musical as Rachel's. "Something like that. Do you mind?"

"No." Quinn blurted out. "But… umm… I have a dick."

"Is that so?" The stranger asked with a lifted brow.

"Yeah, so, uhh… I get it if you think I-I'm gross now. Or something." Sentences were making her head hurt.

"No, that's okay. It makes things faster." Quinn lit up at this and followed the unnamed brunette to the apartment complex beside La Luna. The brunette pushed Quinn into the elevator and kissed her roughly, that Quinn found herself thinking about how Rachel felt in her arms. The girl was too tall, her breasts were too big, and her lips were too aggressive and tasted like cherry chapstick.

Rachel wore mint chapstick. Always.

They tumbled into the stranger's apartment with Quinn falling onto the couch followed by the brunette. "Mmn, fuck…"

Her voice was too low. It wasn't… It wasn't melodic.

A hand rubbed at the evident bulge in Quinn's pants and she groaned. The touch was demanding and it caused her penis to stir. But that was it.

"Take your pants off." She whispered in Quinn's ear.

It wasn't Rachel.

No matter how Quinn tried to picture the actress in her arms, kissing her, sucking her neck and whispering filthy things in her ear, it wasn't Rachel, and it will never be. Quinn placed her hand on the girl's shoulders and pushed her away. "I-I can't do this."

"Why, what's wrong?" She asked, still kissing up Quinn's pale neck.

"N-no, please stop." She whispered. "Look, I don't even know your name."

"Laura."

"Laura. Right. I'm Quinn." Quinn nodded. "I can't do this. I'm… I'm not getting turned on." She blushed and looked at her pants where her cock laid dormant.

"I get it. Recent break-up?"

Quinn sighed. "Yeah, something like that."

Laura laughed and got off Quinn's lap. "Quinn, it's okay. I'm not mad. My ego is just bruised, nothing big."

"I can… you know… eat you out, if you want."

"It's okay, Quinn." Laura smiled and rubbed Quinn's shoulders as some form of comfort. The blonde leaned forward and kissed Laura on the lips before standing up.

"I'm going back to La Luna. I'll see you around, okay?"

/~/

Quinn returned to the bar where she saw Santana and Brittany grinding and making out on one of the couches on the lounge. Happy for her friend, Quinn asked for a beer. While sipping from the bottle, she caught sight of something she could live without.

Rachel and Finn were drinking and laughing. The actress was leaning against him, and his arm was around her shoulders. They looked… They looked comfortable. And familiar with each other that if you ask Quinn, they seem as if they were dating.

She stared for forever. She just sat there, watching, allowing the pain from seeing them together so couple-y. Quinn was in Finn's position a few times before, and she couldn't believe how it gripped her insides, burned her throat with bitterness. But it could just be the vodka she just threw back, who knows.

Quinn stared, watched, regarded them. She is such a masochist like this.

And then. And then, Rachel turned just enough to lock their eyes, be the stars in Quinn's night sky once again.

And then.

Nothing.

Rachel looked away from Quinn's imploring eyes – eyes that begged for reason and excuse. That was all the blonde wanted. At least give her that, if you can't give her the world.

Frustration pierced through her pores like the silver bullets from an ancient revolver that sucked the life out of her. Quinn couldn't help it. She's a romantic. She's a poet. She lived for the acrid pain – stopped existing and lived for Rachel and what she had to offer. Quinn longed to write about her.

When her vision blurred, Quinn rose up from her seat. After all, she was only human. She could only take so much. She paid for her drinks and with a clenched fist, departed from the bar. Her fists were shoved into her pockets like some kind of weapon she wished to hide from the world.

"Quinn, wait!"

The blonde rolled her eyes. It was all too expected, how Rachel followed her out into the cold streets of New York with her bright lights and beautiful dreamers.

"What do you want from me now?" Quinn sighed. She had yet to turn around to face her demise, so to speak. Whatever it was that they had? Quinn felt as if it would all go up in smoke once she turned around and looked at Rachel.

As much as her throat burned and her heart hurt, Quinn was still in love. And being in love, she was helpless against Rachel.

Quinn spun on her heel, and with her silent stare, demanded Rachel to speak.