How to Love.

Quinn and Rachel may have been the first ones in the bathroom, but they certainly weren't the first ones out. Rachel took her time ridding the girl she loved of the purple slush, and yes, she knew how stupid it was, but she needed that excuse to be able to touch the blonde in front of her… just to be close to her. Half the time Quinn had her eyes closed and therefore missed majority of the longing looks that were being thrown her way, but when she actually caught one of them it melted her heart.

"I don't get it."

Rachel gave her a questioning expression,

"Come again?"

"I don't get why you'd stick your neck out for people that for the past year or so have treated you more of a burden than a blessing; the same people who you spent an hour with every Tuesday and Thursday for the past year and a half and don't even bother remembering your birthday. And why you're here helping me of all people, clean myself off of the slushy facial. Popularity is important in high school, Rachel. You've always wanted it and now you have it. And you're risking it all just by being in the club that makes you that much more unpopular. Why?" Quinn replied solemnly.

"Popularity used to be important to me. Glee club is what matters to me. I like Rugby, but I love Glee club. Plus, I'm head over heels over a certain blonde who I'm trying to win over." Rachel smiled and winked at Quinn, who just frowned.

"Don't let Santana hear you. She'll kill you." The blonde replied,

"Wait…What? Why?"

"Because of Britt." Quinn answered,

"What about Brittany?" Rachel asked, feeling thoroughly confused.

"The blonde you're into. There were only 3 of us in Glee. Me, Sam, and Britt. Sam's gone and Britt's with Santana. And then there's me…."

"It's not Britt." Rachel replied in an amused voice.

But before Quinn could say another word the first bell for the end of lunch rang.

"Okay, all clean. I've gotta head to Calculus. I'll see you in Glee rehearsal Quinn." Rachel said, before leaning over and placing a lingering kiss on the blonde's cheek, and leaving the bathroom without another word.

(In Calculus)

Rachel took a seat next to Santana and chuckled to herself.

"What's so funny?" the Latina asked,

"She thinks I'm into Britt." Rachel whispered back still amused by the idea.

"I'm guessing you're talking about Quinn?"

Rachel nodded,

"You're not. Are you? Cus that's just not cool. I mean –" Santana started, but stopped when she saw the 'Are you insane?' expression Rachel was giving her.

"I'm gay for Fabray, remember?"

"Right."

"I've been obvious though, right?"

"Any more obvious and your charms could get mistaken for desperate." Santana stated, seriously.

"But if I ever reach that desperate stage… Just throw something at me, okay?"

Santana laughed and nodded,

"You got it Berry."

(The next day during lunch)

Rachel glanced around the cafeteria for a table to sit at, before she spotted her gleemates and her rugby teammates sitting at opposite ends of the room. It was the glimmer of familiar hazel eyes, the killer smile, and blonde hair that pushed her decision to make her way toward her gleemates. Once she was seated, she began to have this nagging feeling that she was being watched, so when she turned to the other table it surprised her that her teammates were gone. But when she turned back around she noticed Finn, Artie, Stephanie, and Trina standing (in Artie's case sitting) directly behind Quinn, Santana, Brittany, and Mercedes – all with slushies in their hands. Rachel sighed to herself and stood up, removing her letterman jacket and facing them.

"Would you still get slushied for them?" Trina asked, suddenly sounding unsure of herself.

"Bring it." Rachel challenged, as Finn was the first to approach her.

"You chose the wrong guy's girlfriend to mess with Troll." He whispered, and tossed a giant cup of cherry slush in Rachel's face, who wiped her eyes and smirked at the football player.

"Well, maybe if it weren't for your early arrival problems and your tendency to make yourself sound like a total and utter idiot your EX- girlfriend wouldn't be going anywhere else for satisfaction." Rachel retorted, before finding herself knocked to the floor.

"You stupid bitch!" Finn yelled, as he gave her a swift kick to her ribs. Rachel didn't give him the satisfaction of letting him see her whither on the floor in pain, so she stood up. But, right when she was on her feet she felt the harsh feeling of 2 slushy facials scrape her face. Rachel wiped her ice from her face, only to find only three of the four cups in front of her, empty.

When Trina witnessed Finn punching Rachel in the face and kicking her afterward, she knew that the whole idea of getting the gleeks back was a horrible idea and without a word threw the slushy down the front of his pants and gave him an extra hard kick to his groin for good measure.

"Trina! What the hell?" Stephanie exclaimed, as she went to the aid of Finn,

"He deserved it. A guy who beats up a girl is a fucking coward." Trina argued,

"She turned my girlfriend into a fucking homo!" Finn yelled, as he stood up.

"Homosexuality isn't contagious you overgrown ogre! What don't you get about that? You know, instead of going after the girl that your ex might possibly be interested in you could have chosen to be supportive. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for someone to come out? Obviously not, since you choose to be a total asshole. Both you and Artie. Seriously, I thought you glee freaks loved and accepted each other?" Trina ranted, before storming out of the cafeteria. At the same time as Sylvester storms in and drags Finn and Stephanie to the Principals' office.

Quinn approached Rachel, who sat down on a chair, and wiped the left over slush off of her face,

"Hey," she greeted quietly,

"Erm, hey," Rachel greeted back awkwardly.

"So, I'm sorry about the whole Finn punching/kicking/ and slushie facial-ing you."

Rachel stared at the blonde,

"Why are you sorry? I know you didn't plan it or anything. So don't apologize for his mistake."

"I just feel…responsible. He did this to you because of me."

"Baby, it's not your fault, okay? Plus, I'm fine." Rachel replied, holding Quinn's hand in her own before lifting it up to her lips and gently kissing her knuckles.

"I have to tell you something." Quinn stated quietly,

"Okay, shoot." Rachel encouraged,

"I…I'm in love with you. I have been since that day with Sam. And when Caleigh stabbed you and went into the coma, I was so afraid you wouldn't wake up. I spend every night sleeping next to you."