So this chapter will be Quinn AND Rachel's POV, I think you guys deserve to know whats going on in Rachels head after the kiss, I mean this chapter you'll obviously see Quinn's reaction but I think putting Rachel's would be good too. So I hope you guys like it! And I'm glad you liked the previous chapter! I love your reviews, getting feedback for me is like applause for Rachel, I need it to live. ;) Also, since we don't know Rachels dads names I'm just putting it as Papa and Dad. If you look at the one picture we have of the Berry's, Papa is the nerdy one with glasses. And obviously Dad is the other. Okay enough of my rambling, enjoy!

Quinn ran down the street, tears building up as she continued to run. Her heart was beating out of her chest and the sudden feeling of sobering up was apparent, so she was able to run without falling over.

Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot. Quinn repeated to herself in her mind. How could she be so stupid? She didn't dare look back to Rachels house, the look of shock as Rachel pulled back was enough for Quinn, she didn't need to see anything more. She stopped on the corner of an intersection and realised how truly out of breath she was.

She must've ran 2 big blocks, at least. She knew she was going in the right direction towards Santana's house but it took her a second to realise where she actually was. She suddenly felt so cold, and alone. All she wanted was to stay with Rachel and just be with her. Just being in her presence made her so happy, happier than she'd ever felt.

And then she ruined it with a drunken mistake. She absolutely hated herself. She slowly walked back down the final street, dragging her feet like they weighed a tonne. She hoped that Brittany and Santana were done fooling around, she didn't want to see people so happy when she was so sad, and she knew she was being selfish but she was too annoyed at herself to care.

When she got back to Santana's house she found the door was unlocked how she'd left it. As she walked in she saw Santana and Brittany cuddling on the couch, their clothes a little messed up. They look up to see who had walked in the front door, they both looked confused to see that it was Quinn.

"Wait, where did you go? I thought you went to sleep." Santana said, a frown appearing on her face as she was trying to figure out what was going on. Quinn dropped to the floor in a heap, the flow of tears hadn't cecased the entire walk back to Santana's house. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed, she could hear shuffling around and didn't care what it was until she felt a warm body hugging itself against her. She moved her hands to see that it was Santana, and she moved her arms to hug her back as she sobbed on her shoulder. "Fabray, whats wrong? What happened?" Santana said, trying to sound normal but she could hear the panic in her voice.

"I- Rachel."

"Oh god, what did you do?" Santana said as she leaned back from the hug, her eyes buldging and curious.

"I.. Fuck, Santana I fucked up so much."

"Tell me what you did, Quinn." Santana said, now looking directly at Quinn, her tone extremely serious now.

"Shit-I, San. I kissed her." Quinn said, no longer looking at Santana, the feeling of shame and regret sweeping her body.

"Yeah. Then what happened, did she kiss you back? What did she say after it?" Santana said, still very serious. She could see how distraught Quinn was and needed to know everything that happened so she could help in any way that she could.

"Well, it felt like she kissed me back, and she held my hand for a second but then she pulled away. San, I could see the look on her face she was horrified. She probably will never want to see me again, oh god what did I do I ruined everything, shit. Fuck!"

"Shh, Quinn. You're yelling!" Santana said, holding Quinns shoulders to keep her from jumping up or anything. "So she kissed you back but then stopped the kiss, then what happened?"

"She said, 'What the fuck was that' and her face was just horrified. Then I told her that I just wanted to kiss her and then I apologised and ran away.." Quinn said, now looking at the floor, the tears starting up again.

"So you don't know how she felt about the kiss?"

"Well the look on her face kind of explained it all. I panicked and ran okay, I'm such a fucking wuss."

"Well you know what, tomorrow morning you can go there if you don't have a hangover. Otherwise go there on Sunday. Talk to her about it. Just because of a look doesn't mean a thing. Its night time, you pcould've seen her expression wrong or something." Santana said as she tried to calm Quinn.

"I hope you're right.." Quinn mumbled as she wiped a tear away and looked at Santana.

"Shit girl, you look horrible. I can't tell whether its the smeared mascara or the fact you're still half drunk, but you need to go to bed." Santana said, helping Quinn up off of the floor.

"Can we go to sleep too? I'm all sweet lady kissed out." Brittany said as she got up and yawned, apparently only hearing the conversation when bed was involved.

"Sure," Santana laughed as Quinn got up and walked herself to the bedroom.

She sat on the end of the bed for a while, replaying the night in her mind. At first she tried to figure out if Rachel's reaction was horror or if Quinn actually was making it all up in her head. The moment after the kiss was what Quinns mind hovered around.

Then Quinn thought for a second. Her mind wandered back a few moments to the actual kiss. She thought about how amazing it was, how soft Rachels lips were, how natural it felt. How she kissed her back. How she held Quinns hand. How she kissed her back. How she kissed her back. Even though it was only for a second, Quinn felt Rachel kiss her back, feeling the intensity of Rachels lips against her own and feeling Rachels breath hitch as she leaned in just the slightest bit. It was at that point that Quinn realised she was smiling like a loon. She sighed and realised her bag had been moved to Santana's room already, and she had no idea when that had happened. But she got up off the bed and got changed before hopping under the covers and drifted off to sleep thinking about Rachel.

Rachel stood on her lawn in shock as Quinn ran away down the street. She felt as though she was standing there for hours before she realised how cold it was outside. She looked around the street, taking in how quiet and dark it was, and how well and truly gone Quinn was.

What the hell just happened? Rachel thought to herself. And why did it feel so good? Wait, really good? But I'm not gay.. am I? Wouldn't I have figured this out before, since my dads are gay, wouldn't it just kind of come naturally? Maybe because I've never had the opportunity to experience what its like to be with a woman. God its cold..

Rachel walked back inside, locking the door behind her. She wandered back up to her room, figuring out whether she should text Quinn and talk to her. No, I'd better not. She was drunk, she probably just did it because she was drunk, she probably won't even remember it tomorrow. Even if she does, will we talk about it? Do I want to talk about it? No. No I don't. Not until I figure out whats going on with me. Maybe I should just stay away from Quinn for a few days, I don't want to lead her on.

Have I already led her on? With our texts and lunchtimes together? Crap! I thought we were just friends, I thought thats what friends do! That's what its like with Kurt! But thats different.. I don't do that with Mercedes. Oh god how did I not notice that? Shit. Well, maybe I am gay? Or maybe just bi-curious. I just want to spend more time with Quinn. No. No, I can't. Not for a few days, I need to clear my head. I'll talk to dad and papa tomorrow. Yes, that's what I'll do.

Rachels mind was racing, it was almost like that kiss gave her a huge hit of adrenaline or something. She felt so tired, Quinn had woken her up after all. But she didn't even know if she could get back to sleep now. She climbed back into bed and looked at her phone on the bedside table, she picked it up and unlocked it, going to her messages and scrolling through texts from Quinn and wondering if she did actually like Rachel or if it was a drunken mistake. She put her phone back on the bedside table.

She didn't come to a conclusion, but started thinking of whether she could be gay or if it was just because she was kissed by a girl. I mean, maybe I am. I definitely felt something in that kiss. Rachel thought to herself as she lay back in her bed. She thought about the desperation in the kiss that Quinn had, how she licked her lips just before they'd met her own, how completely... normal it all felt. In a way she was glad she kissed her back even just for a second, but it terrified her all the same. She needed to talk to her fathers.

The next morning she woke up to the smell of coffee and porridge being made downstairs. She jumped out of bed and walked downstairs to see her fathers busily doing their own thing in the kitchen. They all exchanged 'Good morning''s as Rachel walked over to the coffee maker and waited for it to finish brewing. I should just get it out of the way. Ask them now.

Rachel took a deep breath, 'Dad, papa? Can I talk to you about something?" Both of her fathers stopped what they were doing and looked over at Rachel.

"Of course sweetie, what is it?" Papa said as he fixed his glasses.

Rachel sat on a stool at the bench, "When did you figure out you were gay? Did it take an actual experience with someone as the same sex to start realising thats how you were?"

"Well, everyone's experience is different, sweetie. I mean for me, I know when I was about 12. All my friends were looking at girls while I was looking at them. It was just something that was always there." Rachel's stomach dropped a little, so maybe it was just the kiss. "But that's just me, bubba. What about you?" Papa said as he looked over to the other father, who was pouring his and Rachel's coffees. He turned and passed Rachel her coffee as he looked as though he was trying to gather his thoughts.

"See, I wasn't like that. I dated girls, I did what was normal in society at that time. It wasn't until the summer before senior year when my family and I went away and I met a boy there, and we were friends, and we just clicked, you know? I didn't really know what I was feeling until he told me he was gay, and then I realised he had been flirting with me and stuff, and I just kind of freaked out, like a 'who am I?' moment. And then I thought, hey you know what, I'm on vacation, I should experiment. Wait, don't think that I was just using that boy, Rachel. It wasn't like that. But when we kissed, it felt so much better than when I'd kissed girls. I just wanted more and mo-"

"Why did you ask us that question, Rachel?" Papa asked her, looking at her curiously. Rachels stomach had since risen and she felt a sense of happiness. Her dad would understand, both would actually. But she felt like he knew exactly the way she'd been feeling the past 12 hours. When her dad asked her that question though, her first instinct was panic. She didn't realise she'd have to share her feelings so soon, then she thought it'd be best to talk to them about it, instead of someone else.

"I- You know Quinn?" Rachel asked.

"Your new friend? Of course!" Dad said.

"She came here last night, her friend lives a few blocks away. She was drunk but I- she walked here and we were outside and she kissed me."

"You were outside? What time was that?" Papa said with horror.

"Uh.. about 1am." Rachel said reluctantly. Her dads both shook their heads.

"Don't you know how dangerous that is?"

"Yes, I do, but-"

"Then why did you go out there?"

"Can I finish?" Her dad nodded a little, "Okay. I couldn't just leave Quinn out there by herself. I checked before I went outside that there was no one else out there. I was careful."

"Okay good. Now back to topic," Dad said giving a stern look to Papa, "She kissed you?"

Rachel nodded. "Yes, she kissed me. And it.. it felt amazing. So much better than when I kissed Finn or anyone else. It felt.."

"Right?" Dad said with a cheesy grin spread across his face.

Rachel smiled to herself as butterflies swarmed to her stomach, "Yes, actually." Dad put an arm around Papa's waist, smiling like he was insane.

"Go get her."

"What?" Rachel said, looking directly at her dad.

"Go get her, if you like her, get her."

"Its not that easy. I don't know if I want to talk to her for a few days. I just need to get my thoughts straight before I talk to her. I mean its all so sudden, I was so oblivious and now.." Rachel trailed off, trying to find the right way to explain everything.

"We get it. Maybe Monday at school, just say a quick hello but don't have a conversation, don't stay and chat. Figure out what you want first, that's whats important, that you don't do anything you don't want to do, or get forced into."

"Thanks Papa." Rachel said as she sipped her coffee. She spent the rest of her morning watching re-runs of Friends and Will and Grace.

At about 11am her dads were dressed up nicely and told Rachel they were going out for lunch and that they'd be back later. When they were well and truly gone she set up her laptop in the lounge, putting on "King of Anything" so she could rehearse for her performance in Glee club. As much as she'd been thinking about Quinn she needed to get back on track with her Glee assignment, and she was still annoyed with Finn. She put the volume on full and began belting out the song as loud as possible, singing always cleared her mind and helped her feel better.

You've got opinions man, we're all entitled to 'em; but I never asked.

So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste any more of mine, get out of here fast.

...

Who cares if you disagree? You are not me, who made you King of Anything?

At this point Rachel was smiling, imagining the look on Finns face as he heard the lyrics. She was so sick of him and the song was perfect. She rehearsed the song a few more times when she was interrupted by the doorbell. She couldn't figure out who it could possibly be, her dads wouldn't be home already, they only left a half hour ago and their lunches were at least an hour and a half. She walked up to the door and unlocked it,

With a faint smile, Quinn looked up at Rachel.

"Hi."