Hey guys! In this chapter there will be a few songs, and I'm only putting inserts of each song that are important I guess, because in fics that put all the lyrics, I find it annoying and never read all the lyrics anyway. So yeah.

Quinn woke up on Monday morning differenty than when she'd fallen asleep. She'd fallen asleep with content and a feeling of almost happiness. But she woke with feelings of fear and anxiety. She was shaking when she got dressed for school and she knew that she would continue shaking until she saw Rachel. Her mother had already left for work when she went to make breakfast, relieved that she had the house to herself so she could prepare herself for what could happen today.

She had barely two bites of her toast before she threw it away, she just wasn't hungry at all. Well, she was. But she felt like she was going to throw up if she ate anything. So she grabbed her schoolbag, the sheet music she downloaded last night and decided to head to school early.

As she drove to school her mind wandered on possible outcomes of the day. Rachel outing her in front of everyone -bad. Rachel liking Quinn back and they get to be together. In secret, of course -good. Rachel being awkward around Quinn and giving her short answers or no answers at all and generally avoiding her -bad. Rachel not wanting to be together but wanting to stay friends -good enough.

Before she knew it, she was already at school. She parked her car, and realised it was still about an hour until school started. She got out of her car, sighing, wondering what she was going to do and decided on going to the choir room. So she went by her locker, putting her bag in and fishing out the sheet music and her books for first period and headed down the empty hallways until arriving at the choir room. Empty. Thank god. Quinn thought to herself as she opened the door and walked over to the piano and laid out her sheet music before sitting down. She looked over the songs she'd brought, deciding to practise both. She felt stupid for bringing the instrumental version of both songs on a cd, but found the cd player and propped it up on top of the piano and put the cd, grabbing the sheet music and deciding to practise Lightweight by Demi Lovato first.

As the song began she took a deep breath, holding the sheet music up as the song began.

The slightest words you said,

Have all gone to my head

I hear angels sing, in your voice

She looked around, just in case anyone was watching, she felt stupid, not only being at school so early but singing to herself, about Rachel.

I'm a lightweight better be careful what you say

With every word I'm blown away

You're in control of my heart...

As the song ended she took another deep breath, closing her eyes and just taking in the peace and quiet around her. After a minute she opened her eyes and went back over to the CD player, playing the next track and grabbing the sheet music before walking back to the centre of the room, ready to sing Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg. She knew she probably wouldn't sing this in front of people but she felt so connected to the song that she just needed to sing it once in the choir room.

I think that possibly

Maybe I've fallen for you

Yes there's a chance

That I've fallen quite hard over you...

Quinn closed her eyes, feeling a lump in the back of her throat. She wanted so badly to sing this to Rachel, so she kept her eyes closed just so she could imagine what it would be like.

No one understands me

Quite like you do

Through all of the shadowy corners of me

...

If I couldn't have you, I'd rather be alone

As the song finished, she opened her eyes, wiping a tear from her left eye, before turning back to the CD player once more, to grab the disc out and put it back in its cover.

"That was really good, Quinn." Quinns head darted to the door to see Rachel standing there, who gave a weak smile before turning around and walking out of the room. Quinn watched her leave, her head still looking in the direction of where Rachel was, even after she was out of sight. All Quinn wanted to do was run after Rachel and talk to her, but before she remembered what Santana had said to her about letting Rachel talk to her first until their class together. But she just talked to me? Right? Ugh. Fuck it, whats a few more hours..

She gathered her sheet music, cd and books before leaving the choir room and walking down the now more filled hallways, clutching her books and sheet music to her chest, until she got to her locker. She put the books away and waited until Santana arrived.

In homeroom she was utterly bored, just wanting it to be third period. She watched the clock as it ticked and ticked, she felt like the longer she looked, the slower it went. As the class started talking, Santana leaned over to her.

"So, did she talk to you?"

"Well, yes and no."

"How the hell does that work?"

"She- I was practising songs in the choir room because I got to school early and Rachel heard one of them, and just said that it was good, then walked away."

"So nothing about Friday?"

"No." Quinn said as she looked around the room, everyone was in their own conversations but she felt like someone must've been listening.

"Well only an hour and a half until third period, so chin up, Fabray." Santana said as she leaned back to her desk where she and Brittany sat.

As she looked around the room she saw one unfamiliar face, she was confused that she'd never seen the girl before. New kid. Quinn thought to herself as she examined her. Short, dark red hair and a red, blue and white flannel shirt with black jeans. She frowned a little, this girl dressed so differently than anyone she'd ever met. She was intrigued. But she thought nothing more of it as the bell went and she walked with Santana to her first class. She felt like such a mood drainer as Santana stayed quiet as they walked, she knew that Santana knew that if she said anything Quinn would only give a short answer or no answer at all. She kept her eyes on the ground as the walked, her books against her chest again. All she wanted to do was talk to Rachel. Anything would do. Even if it was about how irritating Finn was being towards Rachel. She needed something.

She could barely focus on her school work, the first two periods going unbearably slow. Every so often Santana would nudge her, snapping her out of her daydreams of possible outcomes of her next session. As the teacher passed out work sheets, Quinn stared blankly at it, with no intent of doing any of it. As the class ended and they headed out to recess, Santana began talking to Quinn about their Glee assignment, talking about what song she could sing. Quinn only half listened but knew that Santana would figure out what to sing. She always did.

As Quinn, Brittany and Santana sat outside while recess took its course, Quinn kept just staring at the ground as Brittany and Santana spoke about their weekend adventures. They didn't bother including her in their conversation, Santana had obviously talked to Brittany about it. She knew that at lunch break they would question her endlessly, so she liked being able to be out of the conversation for now.

When she heard the bell ring for third and fourth period her stomach fluttered a million butterflies. This was it, she'd face Rachel, and as she got up Santana finally turned to her before they headed off to the lockers.

"Okay, remember to talk to her. Don't be zoned out like you have been all day, its irritating. Get her to talk. Got it?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Go get her." Santana said as she patted Quinn on the back, and her and Brittany walked away, hand in hand. Quinn walked the opposite way down the path to her locker before heading down the hallway to her class. Every step she took it felt like more butterflies flew into her stomach. When she walked into the class she saw that there was a substitute teacher. She was a little relieved that passing a note to Rachel would no longer mean the possibility of their teacher reading the note aloud and in turn outing Quinn. But then she also felt anxiety because it was rare that people stayed in their assigned seats when there was a sub. Quinn hoped for the best and sat in her normal seat. As more people started arriving, every time someone walked in she looked straight at the door, hoping it was Rachel.

Then finally, there she was.

Quinn's heart soared when she saw her, and even though she saw the substitute, she still sat next to Quinn. For once, Quinn was glad Rachel followed rules. Quinn had no idea what to say. Even though all day all she could think about was what she could say to Rachel, now that it was time to talk she was speechless. All she knew was that she didn't want to actually speak, in case anyone heard.

As the teacher began to speak, Quinn grabbed a piece of looseleaf paper and quickly scribbed a note to Rachel and passed it to her.

I'm sorry about Friday night. Can we talk about it? I just miss talking to you..

Rachel looked at it and then up at the teacher, then over at Quinn and back down to the piece of paper. She wrote something down and passed it back.

You don't need to apologise, Quinn. But did you mean what you said the other night?

Quinn felt a little confused. Even though she knew she'd said something quick after she kissed Rachel, she couldn't quite recall what it was.

What did I say? I was drunk and I dont really remember what I said :|

Quinn passed the bit of paper awkwardly to Rachel. Rachel sighed as she read the note and looked around before replying and giving the paper back to Quinn.

That you want to be with me. Rachel had scribbled out the first part. You know what, I don't want to talk about this over a piece of paper Quinn. When the teacher tells us to begin working I'm going to ask to go to the toilet. I'll wait for you outside the door, then after a minute you ask. Its a sub, he'll let us. Okay?

Quinn folded up the piece of paper and just nodded at Rachel when she looked at her. They both seemed to be staring quite intently at the teacher as he kept quickly explaining what was going to happen during the lesson. He didn't seem too enthusiastic about being there.

When he finally sat back down, Rachel looked at Quinn and got up out of her seat, quietly talking to the teacher before leaving the class. Quinn had no idea how long she'd been sitting there, trying to count a minute. She felt like it was the longest minute of her life, all she wanted was to get out of the classroom and talk to Rachel. As she got up out of her seat she looked around, most people were just talking and not paying attention to what was written on the board.

"Hi, can I go to the toilet?" Quinn asked, feeling a little awkward.

"Sure, go on." The teacher responded, uninterested.

Quinn practically ran out of the room, seeing Rachel waiting, leaned against the wall. As they walked down the empty hallways, Quinn began talking.

"Um, did you want an answer to your question? I mean you scribbled out your answer but I could still read it.."

"Yes, an answer would be good. Thank you." Rachel said as she kept her eyes straight ahead.

"Well.. yes. Okay, Rachel? Yes, I want to be with you so badly. Fuck, I don't know what to do, or what I'm going to do if you're creeped out by all of this. I mean I don't think you're gay but then I don't know if you're not. And I keep thinki-"

"You're rambling, Quinn."

"Sorry."

Rachel looked over at Quinn with a faint smile, "Its okay." And with that, Rachel grabbed Quinn's wrist, pulling her into the girls bathroom and pushing her against the wall. Before Rachel closed her eyes, Quinn saw how dialated they were becoming, and before she knew it Rachel had her pinned against the wall, her lips against Rachels, feeling the desperation and lust in the kiss, Quinn inhaled sharply, putting a hand on the back of Rachel's neck, deepening the kiss further. Quinn could feel Rachels irratic breathing against her as Rachel leaned against her more, grabbing Quinns waist. As Quinn was about to pull Rachel even closer, if it were possible, when all the weight against her was gone. It took her a second to realise Rachel wasn't there anymore.

"Shit, sorry." Rachel said, looking away and biting her nails.

"Don't apologize. But, does that mean you want to be with me too?" Quinn raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Well.. yeah maybe a little. But I don't think I'd want to come out yet and I think maybe we-"

"Its okay. I don't particularly want to come out either. Not just yet. But there's also one other thing."

"What's that?" Rachels eyes widened, almost like she panicked.

"I uh, I don't want to ask you out in the toilets of McKinley high.." Quinn trailed off, realising thats exactly where they were. Rachel looked around too, taking Quinns hands in hers.

"I don't want you to ask me out in the toilets either. I don't really know where else we could go though.."

"I do." Quinns eyes sparkled with her idea, "Meet me at my locker after school, I have the perfect place." Quinn said as she let go of one of Rachels hands as they walked out of the toilets and back to the class. They still held hands as they walked, although Quinn was becoming paranoid about if anyone saw, and Rachel noticed.

"I see that you're nervous, Quinn. I am too, you should know that. We don't have to hold hands if you want. We can later." Rachel smiled as she let go of Quinns hand. They both walked back into the classroom with a smug, ecstatic look on their faces. Quinn grabbed the piece of paper she'd left at her desk and wrote on it,

I can't wait for you to see where I'm going to take you.

As Rachel read it she smiled and blushed a little before writing back,

I just can't wait for you to ask me out.