Overwhelming response for the fanfic. Thanks so much to those dedicated readers sticking around impatiently. :) love you all. Won't be online at all tomorrow, I will be at the Darren Criss concert, fangirling my guts out. I'll be back Thursday :) xxx

IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

Rachel jumped in her bed at the sound of her loud alarm. She groaned. It was much louder than she remembered it being the mornings before this one. And then she remembered. Her 'first' hangover. Rachel rubbed her eyes tiredly and turned off the alarm. "Holy shit." She mumbled to herself, keeping her eyes closed.

After finally managing to open them, Rachel noticed a note left for her on the counter. 'Didnt want to wake you, you look so peaceful when sleeping. Breakfast is downstairs when you're ready. -Q.' She picked it up and smiled at it. Rachel had to admit, Quinn was seriously cute. Thankfully, she wasnt that drunk last night and remembered everything clearly. The dancing, the slurred comments, the truth or dare, the shirtless Quinn, the body shot. Oh that body shot.

Rachel pulled herself out of bed, neatly making it. She threw on a sweater and lazily made her way downstairs. She heard sizzling coming from the stove and something smelt delicious. "Smells amazing." Rachel said, announcing her presence.

Quinn turned around, smiling as her 'wife number 2' apron hung over her. "Vegan eggs and with mashed potatoes on the side." She informed, finishing off the final touches.

Within seconds, the breakfast was served perfectly in front of Rachel, along with a cup of coffee. "It helps with the hangover."

Rachel peeked up at the girl, still blocking the light. "Are they always this bad? How come you don't seem to be in pain?" The brunette whined.

Quinn laughed and took a seat next to Rachel. "I'm not in pain because I was no where near as drunk as you were. And no, it's not always this bad. Sometimes it's worse, sometimes you barely feel it. Depending on the intake."

She nodded, her mouth full of eggs. "This is delicious, thank you." She mumbled.

The blonde laughed and nodded. "Not a problem."

The two sat in silence as Rachel finished off her breakfast. "So last night was fun." Quinn finally said.

Rachel's eyebrows arched up as she stood in front of the sink, washing the dishes. "Oh yeah, it was. I really like Santana, Kurt and Blaine. They seem like nice friends."

"The best."

"And it felt good to just let loose and have fun. Put the drama behind us and just focus on having a good time." Rachel added, smiling.

"And that we did." Quinn said, biting her lip as she eyed Rachel.

"That we did." She echoed.

It seemed both girls had something on their mind as they both took turns opening and closing their mouths. And by Rachel's face, they were thinking the same thing. "Just say it." Rachel finally said.

Quinn giggled, and inhaled before obeying. "So that body shot.."

Rachel tightened her lips and nodded. "Was good." She filled in.

The blonde exhaled with relief. "Oh thank god. I was worried it would totally make things weird between us. I mean, we are married, but that's the closest we've been since your accident."

Rachel nodded in understanding before shaking her head. "Don't worry, it's cool. And plus, I don't even consider that a kiss. It was just a heated... Exchange of tongues." She giggled after she finished the sentence, yet nodded with confidence.

"I like that." Quinn finally said with a nod, giggling.

The next few days were good. Quinn continued on with her stories, sharing that Rachel and Finn eventually broke up. And then Quinn and Finn got back together, recreating the previous love triangle. Rachel seemed interested in it all, impatiently waiting for the part where they fell in love. Every day she would ask if they were closer, and every day was a no.

Now, it's been two months since Rachel's accident. She still hadnt been back to work yet, and still... No improvement on the memory. Yet the two of them seemed closer. Happier.

Currently, they were both sitting on the couch. Rachel doing the crossword, and Quinn casually brainstorming on her next chapter in her book. The silence was broken at the sound of Quinn's book slamming. "Today's the day." She said with a smirk.

"What day?" Rachel asked, uninterested as she remained looking down.

"The day."

The brunettes eyes found hazel ones immediately, and put away her crossword. "The day in which you share the part of the story that you fell in love with me?"

Quinn nodded in response, giggling. She watched as Rachel got comfortable on the couch, looking at her with wide eyes.

"Looking back, I think I was in love with you my entire life. But I came to realize it the summer leading into senior year. That summer was.. Rough for me. I lost myself. You and Finn got back together, for real this time. You both spent the summer tweeting about your love, facebooking statuses and pictures. I couldn't escape the idea of the love of my life being with someone else. And of course, at that time, I believed the love of my life was Finn. Not to mention, that summer I finally realized just how much I missed Beth. I hadn't seen her since birth, and I was going crazy. So, in the process of dying my hair bright pink, my mom suggested I see a shrink." Quinn confessed, nodding.

Rachel's eyebrows arched up in surprise. "Oh my god. What happened?"

"We spent the first few sessions discussing Beth, and my missing her. After confessing just how deeply I cared for the baby, Sheila, my shrink, came to realize that Beth wasnt the problem. So she set another appointment and that time, talked about something different."

Quinn was 17, turning 18 in just a few months. It was halfway through her summer, and she was halfway to becoming completely crazy. She'd been seeing a shrink for about a month now, and no progress had been made. And she didn't want progress, Quinn just wanted to be miserable.

Wearing a long skirt and a crop top, her Ryan seacrest tattoo fresh on her lower back, she stepped into the girls office. "Hi." She said, announcing her presence.

Sheila looked up from her desk, and smiled politely. "Hello Quinn, how are you this morning?"

"The same. Tired, lost, over it all."

Sheila noted it down, though it was the same answer every day. "All right, so I called your mom and she informed me that over the last year, you lost your boyfriend for the second time.."

Quinn nodded, shrugging. "He dumped me, again, for the same bitch."

"I see.." Sheila commented, crossing her arms. "Did you love him? Do you love him?" She rephrased the question.

"I did yes." Quinn said, though saying it didn't sound right.

"What did you get out of being his girlfriend, Quinn? Why is it you loved him so much?"

Quinn groaned under her breath, her eyes locked on the ground. "Safety. With Finn, I felt powerful. With Finn, I /was/ powerful. I knew having him on my arm meant I wouldn't be any bullies targets. It made me popular, it made me known. Being with him meant being prom queen. And that's all I've ever wanted." She confessed, though still not realizing what was clearly so obvious.

"Quinn.." Sheila started. "Have you every thought that maybe you're so in love with popularity, that you're convincing yourself that Finn is what you want?"

She furrowed her eyebrows and made eye contact with the brunette, whose hair was slowly greying. "I don't know. I haven't ever sat down to discuss my feelings, or whatever. But yeah, I guess that makes sense. Looking back, the only time I ever wanted him was when prom was coming up."

Sheila smiled, noticing progress already. "See, we're digging a little deeper. Now, lets talk about his new girlfriend."

"Rachel? No thanks, I'd rather keep from gagging."

"Rachel. Okay, what is it about Rachel that you hate? You seem to really hate her."

Quinn nodded, rolling her eyes. The shrink was sharp, she picked that one up without a second to spare. Great, now Quinn's inside voice was sarcastic. "Everything. She's so... She just thinks she's..." Quinn looked down, her eyes welling with tears. "I don't know why I'm crying." She said, more to herself. "I just hate her. Everything about her. She took Finn away from me. And every day, I have to go to school and see her smiling. And I know that she's smiling because of him. Because she has him, and she has someone to love." Quinn at this point was clawing her head.

Sheila's eyes widened, not wanting to make any snap judgements, so she took advantage of Quinn's current state of vulnerability. "Why do you hate that she's happy with him?"

"Because she's supposed to be happy enough on her own! Or with someone else! Someone who deserves her! She doesn't need Finn to be happy. Can't she see that there are other people more deserving of her heart?" Quinn spat out, still unaware of what her words meant.

"Quinn.." Sheila started, moving over to share the couch with Quinn. "Sweetie, have you ever thought that maybe you're... Gay?"

Quinn shot her head up and angrily furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you insane? Have you not been listening to a word I've been saying? I hate Rachel! I don't love her!" She defended, yet halfway though the sentence, she broke down into tears. Just then, she realized how in denial she actually was. She was blinded by her parents truth that she didn't allow herself to have her own. "Oh my god... No.." She said tears on her cheeks.

After that appointment, Quinn never went back. To everyone else, she denied it, but she could no longer avoid the fact that she was in love with Rachel. This whole time, Quinn was never jealous of Rachel being with Finn. She was jealous of Finn being with Rachel. That's why she hated them being together so much. The confession slipped her off the edge entirely. She died her whole head pink, and turned to smoking. She was convinced there was no way out.

"I was convinced there was no way out." Quinn said, finishing off the story to Rachel.

At this point, Rachel was now beside her, cradling her close. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I can only imagine how confusing and angry you must have been."

Quinn chuckled and nodded, kissing the top of Rachel's head. "Yeah, I was. And ironically enough, you were the one to pull me out of the dark. But I'll continue some other time."

Rachel nodded, not wanting to fight it. "So just how serious were Finn and I?" She asked innocently and curiously.

"Junior year, not so serious. Senior year... Serious. But you broke up eventually, so clearly you were never /that/ serious to begin with." Quinn lied. She decided to leave out the fact that Rachel and Finn were engaged. That they were head over heels in love, in it for the long run. And that if Finn didn't go off to the army, forcing Rachel to bond with Quinn while he was gone, they would probably be married with kids right now.

Rachel nodded, and smiled. Silence filled the room again. She shifted herself up on her knees and eyed Quinn nervously. "Thanks Quinn.." She barely whispered.

Quinn's furrowed her eyebrows, and chuckled lightly. "For what?" She asked.

"Just... Being amazing. Making these past 2 months no where near as scary as I imagined."

"Of course." Quinn said with a smile, resting her hand on Rachel's knee.

The brunette took a shaky breath in, shutting her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked, concerned.

"Quinn.."

The blonde nodded.

"Can I kiss you?" Rachel asked, finally opening her eyes and locking hers with Quinn's.

Her eyebrows shot up in utter shock, yet complete want and eagerness. They haven't kissed since before the accident. Unless you count the body shot, but it wasnt deserving enough to count as Rachel's first kiss. Quinn nodded, and shifted as well on the couch. "You never have to ask me that."

Rachel chuckled softly, nodding once. Then suddenly, she was moving closer. Her eyes remained open and locked on Quinn's perfect lips. Lips that she imagined kissing for 2 months now. And here it was.

Closer, closer closer, closer. Then their lips met. Fireworks.

Quinn's eyes shut tightly as her lips moved evenly with Rachel. She crawled closer on the couch, smiling into the kiss. She would never get used to this feeling, especially since it's been so long.

Rachel moved her hand up to Quinn's cheek, scratching lightly at her skin. She nervously brushed her tongue along the bottom of the blondes lip. Quinn nodded with a smile, parting her lips. The kiss was now more of a make out as their two tongues collided romantically together.

Quinn's hands roamed through Rachel's hair, tugging on it slightly. She couldn't help it, she wanted Rachel so bad. The blonde laid her down on the couch gently, and moved to sit on top of her, never breaking the kiss. They were now in that same position they were in when Santana interrupted almost 2 months ago.

The blondes hands were on either side of Rachel's face, as their kissing sped up. Rachel moaned into Quinn's mouth, as Quinn decided to move her hips slightly. Not too much to scare Rachel off. And it didn't. In fact, it came as a shock, an amazing shock, but Rachel's hands travelled down the blonde back and rested comfortably just above her ass.

Rachel fisted the girls shirt, as if wanting it off.

Quinn continued rolling her hips, clashing their pelvises together, causing massive friction. But unfortunately, the moment had to be over at some point. Coming from the coffee table, a loud buzzing sound came from Rachel's phone. And that's when they remembered that Quinn was timing her to finish the crossword.

Their lips stopped moving, but remained attached. Quinn pushed herself off, and sighed heavily as she sat back down. Both girls were clearly sexually frustrated. "Sorry.." Rachel whispered, giggling softly.

Quinn shook her head, and blushed. "Don't be, we needed to slow down anyway. But don't be afraid to kiss me, whenever you want, okay?" She asked, giggling.

Rachel licked her lips and nodded. "Not after that, I won't."

That night was spent sharing a romantic dinner, then going their separate ways. Quinn to the couch, like every night, and Rachel upstairs.

Quinn lay herself down and smirked, giggling. She was very giddy. She felt like she was 19 again, giggling over her first kiss with Rachel.

Quinn Fabray kissed Rachel Berry, and she was one step closer to their happily ever after.

I think it was about time they kissed. Hope I did the scene justice. I'm not very good at giving chills, like the other authors on this website are, but I tried.

Coming up next: Rachel's first day back at work. Rachel sneaks in a reading session with Quinn's book, and is shocked to read a certain chapter.