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Quinn actually won the race. She got past Rachel's high score. She was joking when she implied earlier that she used to be good at playing the game, but the truth is, she is still good at playing it. It had been her favourite past time whenever she got bored waiting for her girlfriend Brittany Pierce, who is a Psychologist, to arrive.

People may probably think that they're the best couple. Quinn as a Med student and Brittany as a Psychologist. They're a perfect match of professionals. No one can judge them in a negative way. No one can underestimate them. Or worse, no one can't even get comfortable with them.

You may be wondering why she's still a student while Brittany's already making money. It is because she is considered the black sheep of the family. Her parents even told her that. She is quite immune now that she is actually a disappointment to the family. It is because she keeps on shifting courses when she started school. She's actually 23 years old now. Finally, she settled with Med school. Medical courses are not really her passion. She may be good at Science ever since but she does not love it. Her love belongs to the arts. She likes painting and photography. These are the things that she really wants to pursue but her parents think it was stupid. They don't approve of anything she does anyways, so why bother asking them once again?

She can't say no to her parents because until now, she still relies on them when it comes to financial aspects. That includes her monthly allowance and tuition fees. She owes them too much. She does not even bother to look for a part time job because her allowance is enough. Besides, she doesn't even have time for it because there are loads of thick books that she needs to scan every day. And also, she always wants to make sure that she has time for Brittany whenever the latter is not busy, because Brittany is always busy. She rarely makes it to their every date. And now, Brittany did not show up again.

They agreed to meet at this bar because Brittany wanted her to meet her colleagues. She instantly said yes not because of the idea of meeting her colleagues but because she'll get to see her again after 2 weeks of not seeing each other. Well, now, obviously, that feeling is always one- sided. This is the third time Brittany had ditched her in their dates. Her reason this time is that she was dragged by her colleagues to go meet their other friend somewhere. Of course she did not argue. She can't. Brittany's ditching technique is always advanced. She ditch first before she remind Quinn, which leaves Quinn having no choice but to agree and hope for their next date to be great, or even satisfactory.

She can't just let Brittany go even if she feels that something has definitely changed between them. They have been together for 5 years now. They started dating when they were a senior in high school where she's the head cheerleader and Brittany is her co- captain. Brittany was a transfer student back then, but because of her amazing dancing skills, she easily got promoted as co- captain. Quinn could never argue about that.

The instant she saw Brittany, she knew that she had always liked girls. She eventually asked Brittany out on a date and she said yes faster than lightning. Quinn was actually surprised about that. She learned that Brittany's gay and was discriminated at her old school that's why she transferred.

Her parent's disapproval of everything Quinn does also started that time when she introduced Brittany to them as her girlfriend. Her parents played nice all along but once Brittany was gone, her father slapped her and told her she was a disgrace. Luckily, her father was just upset and he was fine after a few days but he started getting cold and started to compare her to her older sister, Alexa. Alexa had always been the perfect one, according to her father. Alexa graduated high school with honors and is now a doctor married to a doctor. Her father was right after all. Again, she can't argue with that.

That was why she started losing her way, because of her family. She still remembered her father's words before she boards the plane to start her college journey.

"I expect you to make me proud and forget all the disappointments you gave me. Not just me, even your mother does expect you to be as great and successful as your sister. Now go, and make us proud." Her father even hugged her and kissed her cheek before turning his back from her. That hopeful look in her father's face says it all. That was the start of her pressure.

The first years she spent in college, even though she keeps on changing decisions, comes out good, and that was because Brittany never left her side. Those first few years were the happiest days of the lives of both of them. But when her father started picking on her again, that's where she zoned out, and when Brittany graduated, she even felt worse. Brittany has found her way, has reached her finish line while there she is, still at the starting line, alone, with no clear future ahead of her. Can she even argue with Brittany's feelings fading? Maybe not. Because she's a trainwreck. Brittany might have seen that she got no future with Quinn. But Quinn still hopes for the best. And the best always turns worst. Just like tonight.

She did not go home instantly after she read Brittany's message saying that she's staying over at a friend's house. She didn't respond to that because she was just so hurt and pissed. She thought about getting a drink tonight. But just as she was about to head to the bar counter to have some shots, she saw Rachel, the teenager who's playing PSP while inside a freaking bar.

Rachel was beautiful. Except she was so young. Quinn considered flirting with someone tonight just to forget all of her worries. She wanted that to be Rachel the instant she saw her, but she can't. She might go to jail. Rachel is gorgeous but it's obvious that she's still young. The security are an idiots for letting Rachel in. No. Maybe not. Yes, not at all. It's a good thing that Rachel got in.

Instead of drinking or flirting, she settled with approaching Rachel believing that the girl will make her night satisfactory. She figured that this will be her best night when Rachel handed her the PSP and let her play the game that she masters. And Rachel didn't even know that.

When she saw the high score she got, Rachel wasn't looking. She was busy with her cellphone so Quinn took the opportunity to delete her own high score so that Rachel's high score record will remain. She does not want to disappoint the girl. She wanted her to be happy because she feels that the girl really does feel alone and out of place. Not just physically but also emotionally. She can feel it. And she wanted this night to end as awesome as it is for the both of them. Rachel is just so adorable and hard to resist. She figured she wants to get to know the girl more. Being friendly does not mean abusing a child, right? So she can't be gone to jail. She was not taking advantage. She's just being friendly.

Rachel scrunches her face while texting and that was the cutest thing Quinn has ever seen. She had never considered Brittany cute, but of course she's beautiful, but not cute and adorable like Rachel. Hell, she can't even picture Brittany scrunching her face. Brittany always has a professional and serious face. Of course she laughs, too, but it has never been as adorable as Rachel's.

And why was she comparing her girlfriend to a kid who's like a decade younger than her? Please remind her.

"Rachel, how old are you? If you don't mind my asking." She smiled instantly when Rachel's reaction turned from a scowl to sweet.

"I just turned 15. You already asked that earlier, right?" Rachel answered, her smile always bright as ever. And those white teeth. Heaven.

Okay, no. She's 8 years younger.

"Oh- Oh? Did I? Wow you have a really good memory. I suppose you're smart in everything you do." She said matching the girl's perfect smile and when she can't help herself anymore, she pinch one of Rachel's cheeks which made the latter blush without being aware of it.

"What about you? How old are you?" Rachel asked suddenly transformed into her wondering face.

"I'm 23. But please don't repeat it after hearing it." She joked. Actually, she does not worry about her age for now. She had always been with people with same age as hers so it doesn't feel awkward at all. But right now, sitting with a 15-year old girl, it makes her feel awkward about it.

"Okay, I won't. But just so you know, you're the most beautiful 23-year old girl I have ever seen. I mean, my aunt Holly is 25 but you look a lot younger than her. I expected you to be like 21 or something when I saw you earlier." Rachel suddenly covered her mouth when she realized that what she had said sounded like a perverted teenage boy crushing on an adult. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I never meant it that way. You're just beautiful I—Oh fuck. What I meant to say is—"

Quinn laughed at Rachel's rambling and the way her face looks as red as tomato now. "Rachel. It's okay. You're also the most beautiful teenager I have ever seen, okay? You don't have to be embarrassed." Rachel just nodded.

"So. Uhm, the game?" Rachel asked realizing that Quinn was not playing with her PSP for quite a while now.

"Oh well, I have some good news for you." Quinn smiled remembering that she actually won the game and was giving it up to a teenager.

Rachel's face fell. "Oh no! Did I lose? Was that the good news? Was it because you finally realized that you're still good at it after all these years? What was your score? May I see it? Maybe it's not that far from my high score. Or maybe there has been just a malfunction. Oh no." Seriously. Rachel needs to stop this adorable gesture. She really is a kid. She figured she had done the right thing deleting her record.

"No! That was the bad news actually. I totally forgot how good I was before with this game. I screwed up this game." Quinn put on her fake sad face that made Rachel jump in joy and hugged her in the process.

Which made her stomach twist. But in a good way. God, what was happening to her? She's feeling all these things because she's pissed at Brittany, right? Yes. That is why.

"You mean, you never got to beat me? That I won the bet? That you get to treat me pizza and a coke?" Rachel asked excitedly while hugging her. Rachel's breath hit her earlobe which made her shiver but she controls herself. Because really. She's just pissed. Okay?

"Yes. Rachel. I get to treat you pizza. Any flavour and any size. Just tell me what you want, okay?" She smiled but scowled instantly when Rachel pulled out of their embrace, but she hides it of course.

"I am honestly confused as to what flavour to choose between Hawaiian and All- Meat. They are both delicious I just wanted to order them both but I know it is impossible to eat them both at a time." Rachel stated sadly but the glimmer in her eyes because of the thought of a delicious Italian food is visible.

"Then order them both. You don't get to spend a single dollar tonight. I said you can order what you want. You don't have to be confused." Quinn smiled at her and she pinched the other side of Rachel's cheek playfully.

"Can you eat the half of it with me, then?" Rachel smiled her perfect smile again with her hopeful smile.

"I believe I said earlier that I was starving. So I suppose I may be able to actually eat half of them, maybe even more than half." She winked at Rachel when she saw the girl's surprised face.

"Well, I'm surprised that you can actually do that when you're starving. But I must say that it isn't fair if you ate more than half, because technically, I won the bet. I get to have the best portion."

"Of course you will, I was just kidding. You can ask me for more if you don't get satisfied."

"Are you sure? Isn't it weird you're going to spend dollars for a stranger?" Rachel asked worriedly.

"You're not a stranger anymore, Rach. And I wanted to be friends with you." She smiled at Rachel, reassuring her. Rachel just nodded.

"Come on, wanna have a joy ride to the nearest pizza place?" Quinn offered.

"Yes! I'm excited for both." Rachel squealed making the couple from the other couch to look at them. She just shrugged it off.

"What do you mean "both"? Quinn asked confused.

"For the pizza and the joyride." Rachel stated plainly.

"Well, what's so exciting about a joyride? I can't recall being excited about it when I was in high school."

"I've never really had a joyride before. My dad won't let me hang out. So I spend everyday of my life at school or in my room. I'm still lucky that I have friends." Rachel said, sadness evident in her voice.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure that this will be your coolest joyride ever, with the coolest chick, and the coolest bike." Quinn smiled then she hugged Rachel.

"Wow! You drive a bike? I never expect you to be a biker." Rachel asked amused.

"I drive both a car and a bike. Just felt like bringing the bike tonight, you know. To cool off. I'm sick of artificial air from cars, I just figured I needed the fresh ones."

"That is so cool! I thought only boys drive bikes! I can't wait to see you drive it." Rachel exclaimed.

"Is that so? Well? What are we waiting for, Little girl?" she held out her hand for Rachel to take as if she was taking her princess to their castle.

Rachel's smiled grew wider as she held Quinn's hand and let her guide her outside the bar to the parking lot.

Quinn's right. This was the best joyride Rachel has ever been. Quinn drove downtown with a moderate speed and she knows it makes her look so cool considering she's a girl. But well, Quinn looks like a badass girl, like those in female action movies, when she's driving the bike. And she knows she had impressed Rachel.

She guided Rachel out of her bike when they reached Pizza Hut. Rachel excitedly got out and almost fell down to ground when she saw the sign of her favourite Pizza place.

"This one's actually my favourite." Quinn told Rachel then she guided her to the nearest booth when they got to the pizza house.

"They are amazing." Rachel stated not removing her gaze from the menus.

"Should I take your orders now, Mam?" the waiter approached them suddenly.

Rachel looked at her as if waiting for her to say their orders.

"Ah! Yes! Definitely. We want a superfamily size all meat and Hawaiian. And cokes." She said, blushing when the waiter's face turned into a shock because of the fact that two lovely, skinny ladies ordering a huge size of pizza, just for the both of them. "Don't worry. We'll take it out if we can't finish it all."

"Okay. Would that be all?" the waiter waited for an assurance.

"Yes, thank you." Rachel just watched them throughout the whole conversation. She even caught the girl's stare when the waiter left them.

"Is something wrong?" she asked worriedly.

"No! No, everything's fine." Rachel almost jumped out of shock.

"Are you sure? Do you want to just take it out? Are you worried about your Aunt?"

"No. It's okay. It's just—I never got the chance to formally thank you." Rachel said shyly.

"For what?"

"For all of this. And for making this night memorable."

"It's okay, Rach. You're very welcome. The feeling is mutual. I just want to feel good to, you know?" she stated finally remembering Brittany and her stupid manners.

"Why are you spending time with me by the way? Why didn't you stay in the bar?"

"That was the plan. But my girlfriend ditched me. So here I am." She said plainly.

She swears she could take a picture of Rachel's horrified look for it was the cutest thing she had ever seen except for that fact that they are talking about her personal life now.

"So- so.. you- you're a- a lesbian?" Rachel stuttered but tried to sound concerned rather than offensive. She was just shock is all. But she doesn't judge Quinn.

"Yes. Out and proud." She smiled hoping that it would make Rachel comfortable. And it did.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so offensive. I just never thought you'd be a lesbian because of, well, how you look. Because- because I thought lesbians looks like—a boy, too. You know? That's what I see in TV shows. " Rachel stammered.

"Well, yes. That's the stereotype for lesbians but I may have to remind you that it's incorrect. What you think are the butch type. But I prefer staying the way I am before, except I only like girls. Even my girlfriend is really girly. Not all lesbians are butch, okay?"

"Now I know. I really am sorry, Quinn."

"You don't have to be sorry. I'm thankful you're not as judgmental as my schoolmates when I was in high school. They treated me differently back then. Good thing I was a head cheerleader so I have the authority."

"Wow. I always wanted to be popular. Cheerleaders must be popular, right?"

"Yes. They are. But believe me. Sometimes being popular sucks. Every good thing has a flaw, you know?" She smiled when she noticed that Rachel is relaxed now.

"Yeah. Uhm, wait. Won't your girlfriend be mad that you're spending time with some random girl?"

"Rach, I told you. You're my friend. Besides, she's with her peers too so it doesn't matter." Quinn squeezed the girl's shoulders.

"She really is a lucky girl for having you."

"Oh, well, she must be." She answered playfully.

Rachel just laughed then their orders arrived.

Seriously, what they ordered is just too much. Who was she fooling when she ordered the largest size? They barely even finished the first box and the Hawaiian box is still untouched.

"I really want to taste the Hawaiian but I can't take it anymore." Rachel told her while rubbing her stomach.

"Me neither. But you can just take them out and bring it home with you. Share it you're your parents and your aunt." She said while she does the same.

"I was just thinking about that. You know what, you're making a really great friend right now."

"You are, too." She stated then adds "Wait, am I not the one to be worried that you are talking to a stranger?"

"Oh please. I would talk to strangers if that means I get to have free pizzas every time I did." Rachel laughed at her.

"Silly. Well, I think we should get back to the bar now. Your aunt might be looking for you." She asks after a few minutes of letting themselves digest their foods.

Rachel nodded in response and they walked over to where her bike was parked. But just before she was about to ride the bike, Rachel stopped her by the wrist.

"Did you left something?" she asked confused but she was answered by a kiss on her cheek with a loud smack sound.

"Uhm, I just wanted to- uhm- to thank you for making me feel good tonight and doing all of these. It really worked. I'm really happy tonight."

"That is not a problem. Tonight's great for me, too." She smiled not even bothering to be shy this time.

"I was wondering if you could do me one last favour for tonight?" Rachel said trying to hide her excitement and nervousness.

"And what was that?" she replied, smiling.

Rachel got her phone from her pocket then handed it to Quinn.

"Could you type or ring your number with my phone?" Rachel asked her, blush creeping all over her face.

She can't help but feel butterflies all over her stomach because of the excitement. She even had a slight trouble ringing her number because she was fumbling with the keys. She chose to ring her number because this way she can get Rachel's number as well. That means they get to keep in touch. Which means she will get to see Rachel again.

She handed the phone back to Rachel and Rachel just smiled before mouthing a thank you and riding behind her in her bike. She shivered again when she felt Rachel's hands coiled her waist.

When they got bar to bar's front door someone immediately ran to Rachel and hugged her tightly. She supposed it was her Aunt Holly.

"Where have you been? I looked for you everywhere. And why are you here with this girl. Do you know her?" Holly asked worriedly.

"Don't worry. We just ate dinner. Apparently, this girl right here kept me company while you're gone. She even treated me dinner which is what you're supposed to do. And her name's Quinn."

"Hi. I'm Quinn. Rachel and I met earlier in the couch near—"

"Come on, Rachel. We're going home now. Bye Quinn." Holly cut her off then dragged Rachel to her car.

When Holly was about to open the door in the driver's seat, she turned around and glanced back to Quinn.

"Quinn? Thanks for keeping her company tonight. It means a lot."

And then they drove off.