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Chapter 3

The moment Rachel saw the smile form on Quinn's face, she suddenly felt happier. She offered a smile in return, which made Quinn's smile grow even larger. Rachel's smile blossomed into a full-blown grin at the image of a smiling Quinn, whose smile spread even farther. Finally the two were grinning at each other with every ounce of glee (hey, that's the name of the show) that they contained.

Quinn sniffed and slowly loosened her grip on Rachel's arm. Both girls glanced down at Quinn's hands and Rachel's arm. "You don't have to stop." Rachel mumbled softly. Quinn's eyes flickered up at the brunette. Rachel looked up too. Both girls' hearts were beating quickly at this point.

Quinn wasn't quite stable, mentally, at the moment. She knew what she was doing, but she couldn't quite figure out if it was what she wanted. Quinn's heart was telling her she wanted Rachel, while Quinn's brain wasn't saying anything at all. Rachel's mumble before caused Quinn to pause, and reconsider releasing Rachel from her grasp; was she letting go with Rachel in mind, or herself. Quinn swallowed hard, and started to softly shake at dire decision she had to make. If the blond let go, who knows what would happen. All the progress they've made in the last few minutes could be lost. But if she kept hold, she might catapult herself into something she didn't want or couldn't handle. Quinn looked into Rachel's eyes, and frowned.

Quinn's hands returned to their original position on Rachel's sleeve. "Don't make me regret this." The blond let out shakily.

A single tear escaped Rachel's eye. "I won't."

"Do you promise?" Rachel nodded immediately. "Say it."

"I promise." Rachel whispered, unable to make her voice any louder. Quinn's hand slid down Rachel's arm and placed itself it her open hand. When their fingertips touched, both girls shuddered. Both had been watching Quinn's hand make its way to Rachel's hand; the shudder had returned their attention to each other. Two eyes flickered back and forth between two eyes.

The sound of a chair being relieved of about one-hundred pounds made Rachel's jump slightly. She relaxed, however, when she felt soft lips against her own. A simple kiss had begun. And it ended just as quickly as it began. Quinn returned to her seat, biting her bottom lip to suppress any emotions she couldn't handle. Rachel, dazed, just gazed at the other girl.

"I've never kissed a girl before." Quinn said quietly.

"Neither have I."

"How did I feel?" the way Quinn phrased the question made Rachel melt. Her lips curved upwards.

"G-g-good." Rachel stuttered. A faint giggle escaped Quinn.

When Quinn realized the brunette was a little faint, she said "You felt really good." Rachel blushed, her eyes returning to the interwoven hands. If Rachel wasn't so out of it, she would've asked Quinn to compare her to Sam and Finn, and maybe Puck. Of course Quinn would say Rachel was better, because it was the truth.

Quinn and Rachel remained motionless for the next few minutes, the only noise that they heard being their breathing and the occasional person that walked down the halls. Neither of the girls minded, however, they both would rather have had some deep and emotional conversation.

"Quinn?" Rachel's voice was like an explosion to Quinn, it surprised her and her heartbeat jumped. Quinn looked up at Rachel with widened eyes due to the initial shock. Rachel cheekily laughed.

"Yeah?"

Rachel shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Are we together?" Rachel looked at Quinn, quite expectantly, causing Quinn to heat up.

"It's a secret for right now." Quinn was nervous about how Rachel would take the answer. There were so many things Quinn was unsure about – did she really love Rachel? She definitely liked Rachel. But love? Love was a strong word – love meant forever, whether the majority of the population recognized that or not. Rachel leaned forward and pressed her lips to Quinn's hand. Quinn smiled at the gesture.

"Do you wanna talk? We have an entire period at our disposal." Rachel's curiosity to know more about the real Quinn Fabray was breaking through the persona Rachel had built up – whatever that was.

Quinn looked into Rachel's eyes. She wasn't entirely in the mood to talk, but listening to Rachel Berry might not be as painful as she'd previously thought. But what if Rachel wanted to have a two-sided conversation, rather than just her babbling on? "How about you just talk, and I'll listen?" Rachel's excitement seemed to have evaporated – did she want Quinn to talk that much?

"Okay, but what do I talk about?" Rachel asked, not as disappointed as the blond had thought. What did Quinn want Rachel to talk about? She didn't really care – while she thought Rachel was beautiful and sweet (at times), she had to admit she wasn't exactly in love with Rachel's behavior for a significant portion of the time. Of course, she'd never admit that to Rachel.

"Rachel, there's something you should know." Quinn said, nervous, "I think you are beautiful, and you can be sweet, but honestly…" she looked deep into Rachel's eyes, "…sometimes you can be extremely annoying." Okay, so she would admit it. I was wrong, I apologize. Rachel's mouth slightly opened, as if to say something, but it seemed Rachel was a little too hurt to respond. Guilt erupted from within Quinn, and she immediately wore a face to express it. "Rachel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to be that harsh." Rachel nodded, solemn. Quinn stepped up off her seat, released her grasp on Quinn's arm and wrapped her arms around Rachel's neck. She was forced to bend over to reach it, but she didn't care – she'd hurt Rachel only three minutes into their relationship, she could make one itty bitty sacrifice.

"I'll try to be better." Rachel coughed as she wrapped her arms around Quinn, her face buried in Quinn's shoulder. Tears were forming in her eyes.

"No!" Quinn barked, angry that Rachel would even say something like that. It may have been angered sparked by her own stupidity, or it may have been directed at the new round of guilt that attacked her. Quinn pulled back, but kept her hands on Rachel's person, "Rachel, don't you even dare do that to yourself. I was completely out of line for what I said – it's not that you're annoying, I'm just extremely irritable and bitchy." Quinn pressed her palm to Rachel's cheek, cupping it. Rachel couldn't help but smile, a small tear spilling over her eyelid, sliding in between her cheek and Quinn's hand.

"Quinn," Rachel started, putting her hand over her new-girlfriend's, "As much as I appreciate your attempt to cheer me up, the fact remains the same; I still have to try to be better, because I want to make you really happy, and if my run-on sentences displease you, well," Rachel took Quinn's hand and pressed her lips to the knuckles again, "I'd rather have them go then you." The level of love and compassion Quinn was receiving was more than she could handle, and tears very much congruent to Rachel's started to make tracks very similar to the ones Rachel's tears made. From here Quinn's reaction started to differ from Rachel's; Quinn's chin quivered, and she started to audibly cry. Rachel stood up – her height only increased by about an inch though – and she brought Quinn into her arms and started to slowly rub the taller girl's back. Quinn tightly coiled her arms around the brunette, burying her nose in Rachel's locks. She inhaled one of the most erotic scents she'd ever experienced, it smelt like…blueberries. Of course this was an aroma Quinn had experienced many times before; the delicious pies her mother would bake around the holidays; the multi-scented highlighters and such that were the thing in elementary school; but nothing that blueberry scent ever wafted around made it seem as good as at that moment.

"Quinn, if you keep crying you're gonna end up like Ms. Sylvester: without any." Rachel's sardonic comment got Quinn to smile.

"We can't have that." Quinn choked out, pulling back from Rachel and wiping away tears with her sleeves. "I plan on crying when we graduate, and when we get married, and when we have kids, and when our kids get married…" Quinn's voice trailed off as it gradually dawned upon her what exactly she was saying. She saw the impact of her words in Rachel's eyes. It was the only time Quinn had ever glanced into Rachel Berry's chocolate orbs, or anyone else's, and witnessed something magical, bliss. Perfect happiness. Of course the rational Quinn wasn't entirely sure the relationship would work out, but she was in such a tangle at the moment the irrational Quinn was thinking.

A spark exploded between the two girls, and both were instantaneously attracted to the other. Quinn's lips captured Rachel's in a hot and messy grasp. Something similar to tears began between each of the girls' legs. Rachel's hands traveled around Quinn's valley of a body, unsure of where exactly they belong. She soon discovered, however, when she felt Quinn yank her up, her legs encircling her make out partner's hips. Quinn's hands were very grabby, and she enjoyed squeezing the soft flesh of Rachel's thighs.

Thank fucking God for those fucking skirts Berry wears.

Neither Quinn nor Rachel even bothered to concern themselves with the open door. It was then that Emma Pillsbury, sent at Will's request, arrived at the room. She audibly gasped at the two girls 'getting it on' in the choir room. Rachel didn't notice, as her attention was too attached to Quinn's lips. Quinn broke out of the lip lock and whispered the other girls name. Of course Rachel, with her closed eyes, thought that this was Quinn about to go into a dirty talk monologue. Of course it wasn't, but Rachel, unaware of the redhead teacher behind her, started to suck and nibble on Quinn's neck.

"Rachel," Quinn croaked; her throat was little dry at the sheer awkwardness of the situation.

"Mmmm, yes Quinn?"

"Miss Pillsbury."

Rachel wasn't dumb, and she understood immediately what Miss Pillsbury meant. Her head rocketed around to the dumfounded teacher that was standing in the doorway. Both girls stared at the teacher, until Quinn let go of Rachel, who then dropped onto the conveniently placed chair. There was minimal damage done to Rachel's ass.

"This is not what it looks like." Both girls lied simultaneously. Rachel was embarrassed to be caught in an inappropriate activity. Quinn, on the other hand, was slightly embarrassed to be caught with Rachel, and also nervous that Emma would spill the beans and this scene would spread around the school. If it did, Quinn would kill herself.

I'm not kidding.

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