Getting the alcohol was easy, consuming it was even easier. Quinn and Puck had managed to drink a case of twenty four buds in a very short time. At first she wanted to drink to forget; now they were drinking and remembering. Laughing at memories long forgotten. Like in the first grade when they both got in trouble for stealing the class's hamster and bringing it home. Or the time when they were five and they camped out in Puck's back garden. Good memories.

However, Quinn wasn't that accustomed to drinking as Puck was, so by the time they had broke into the second case of beers Quinn was become more and more uncoordinated. At one point she got up to use the bathroom, and having not returned after fifteen minutes Puck got worried and went to find what was keeping her. What he found was a laughing Quinn lying on the floor complaining that gravity had decided to get heavier. She wasn't really making all that much sense, but the sight sent Puck into a fit of laughter.

By seven o'clock the rest of the glee kids had started to show up, coming in groups of twos and threes. And by seven o'clock Quinn was the drunkest she had ever been. The last time Quinn was even remotely this drunk was when she had just turned fourteen. She and her best friend Chris had decided that they had waited long enough to try their first drinks. So they skilfully and with great distraction on Quinn's part managed to steal a bottle of vodka from Chris' parents bar.

They hopped on their bikes and drove to their secret tree house (which in reality was nothing more than a plank of wood nailed to a tree but it was their piece of wood nailed to a tree.) They consumed the bottle rather quickly. They started out laughing but soon the alcohol had started to take effect and they felt invincible. Both of them jumped off the tree house, it wasn't that much off the ground but because they were so drunk they both managed to collide into each other and falling. Quinn sprained her ankle and Chris grazed his knee. They both agreed that vodka was bad, and promised to never drink it again.

Of course they where only fourteen at the time, so when Puck offered Quinn a shot of vodka she drank it without a moment of hesitation.

Rachel tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ears before knocking lightly on the Puckerman house door. She waits patiently for any of the occupants to answer, however the party has been in full swing for a while now and the music is blurring so her knocks go unheard. Sighing she enters, enters even though she knows it's completely rude but she would end up waiting all night otherwise. The sight she sees when she enters is one that she has only ever seen in movies. Brittany can be seen dancing in the corner, in her bra no less. Santana sits across from her screaming "i love you" and "you're beautiful!" Puck, Mike, Tina and Quinn stand around a table playing beer pong. Artie and Sam are downing beers on the left side of the room, while Mercedes and Kurt gossip drunkenly on the right side.

Everyone seems to be there except Finn, she is glad at that moment because she's not really sure a drunken Finn would be the easiest to handle after the way they left things.

No sooner did she think of Finn, that he appears behind her.

"Guess we are both late then," he smiles that dopey half smile.

"I suppose we are, I'm going to head to go say hello to Noah."

She begins to make her way across the living room only to be stopped by Finn lightly grasping her shoulder,

"About today, i'm sorry i shouldn't have just kissed you like that. I just miss you Rach. Please give us another chance?" He's begging her. It would have worked once upon a time, but when she broke up with him it wasn't just a rash decision. She had gone over every moment they spent together and realised they just weren't working. He never appreciated her while they were together, it wasn't until they broke up did he start putting any effort into wooing Rachel...but it was too late.

"I'm sorry Finn; i meant what i said this morning. We are never getting back together." She removes his hand and continues walking towards Noah.

"Yes! Drink up Mike. One more score and i win! Ha in your face!" Puck was never a humble winner, and adding alcohol to the mix clearly wasn't helping. Mike reluctantly drinks yet another cup before replacing it back on the table and aiming the ball and throwing. For the first time in game he has managed to hit his target,

"You spoke to soon Puck! You drink up!"

Everyone is laughing at Puck's shocked expression. Everyone that is except Quinn. Instead she is looking at Rachel, looking at Rachel making her way to them. And now she is panicking. She wasn't sure how she would explain her bailing earlier, she wasn't sure how Rachel was going to react, and she wasn't sure she could trust what her drunk mind would reveal. So in a very non-suave manner she flees. Running towards Santana and Brittany, and away from Rachel.

"Eh hey, mind if i sit with you guys for a bit?" She manages to slur between taking breaths.

"Sure. I'm just dancing for San. She loves when i dance, especially naked, but i can't do that here, not completely,"

"Britts, what have i said about over sharing? You didn't hear that blondie, you got me?"

"Yeah sure, whatever. Just let me stay here for a bit."

Santana shifts slightly, making room for Quinn on her chair.

"What's your deal anyway? Why did you just run away from the hobbit?"

"I never, i..it just looked like fun over here that's all."

"I saw your deer caught in the headlights look when you saw pint sized over there. You got the hots for Berry?"

"You shut your mouth," she all but snarls.

"So that's it. You want a little fruit salad, consisting of only Berries. Your secrets safe with me chica, for now."

And there it was the clashing. Quinn is just past the point of maintaining her calm, in fact she's past it. However, the alcohol makes her next move rather difficult, and what was meant to be a slap to Santana's face ended up being a clumsy swing and a miss. Lucky for Quinn Santana had already turned her attention back to Brittany. And lucky for Santana that Sam noticed the attempted swing and proceeded to run over to them and pulled Quinn away before she tried again.

"Wow, be careful. Her bite is worse than her bark."

"No one asked you Lips."

"I'm just looking out for you. I'm Sam by the way, we haven't officially met."

"Now we have, can you move."

"Nope. Staying put. So you can either make conversation with me or sit there and pout."

"Fine!"

Rachel notices Quinn's rather abrupt running off as she makes her way to Noah. "That was rather strange," she queries to herself. She doesn't think much further on it as she reaches Noah and makes her presence known.

"Hello Noah. I see your reputation as party king is still intact."

"Rachel!" he hugs her sloppily, "Here join us." He hands her a bottle of Mike's hard lemonade, "You have some catching up to do."

"I'm not drinking tonight; i have appointed myself as designated driver. Clearly no one will be able to safely drive tonight."

"Cool, well enjoy the party anyway, i have to kick Mike's ass here." He continues playing leaving Rachel to let her eyes wonder around the party. She sees Sam lift Quinn, and wonders what is happening. "She looks angry. Maybe i should go over there and see what is wrong."

As she thinks it, she begins walking. Only to have Quinn make eye contact and bolt once again.

This continues for the rest of the night. Any time Quinn spots Rachel making her way towards her, she runs. After the fifth time, it was becoming rather tiresome. For both girls.

"Noah could you please go and talk to Belle. Find out why every time i go to talk to her she runs away"

"Rach, come on, i'm winning strip poker!"

"Please Noah," Rachel prides herself in her "puppy dog eyes" being undeniably undeniable. So it's no surprise that Puck does as she asks.

"Q, why are sitting out here? It's freezing. And Rachel wants to know why you keep running. Do you seriously keep running, or is she making that up?"

"no, i keep running. I'm afraid to be alone with her. Just tell her you couldn't find me."

"Fine, but you need to sort out whatever you are running from. Not the literal running, but you know what i mean. I'm too drunk for this sort of deep talking, but...if you like her, just tell her." He walks away, back into the house, closing the patio door. He gives one last glance through the window before turning around to head back to the party, only he comes face to face with Rachel.

"Is she out there? Did you talk to her? Did she tell you why she is running?"

"Too many questions. No she's not out there, i uh, couldn't find her."

"Noah, stop lying to me, i can clearly see her sitting on the wall. It's a window, see through remember?"

"Ok, ok, she is out there but she wants to be left alone," he fakes enthusiasm, "Now let's get back to the party. Woohoo."

He goes to pull Rachel with him, but she refuses to move,

"I want to talk to her Noah."

"You can't," he acts as barricade between the door and Rachel.

"If you don't move i will call Santana over here to make you move."

"If you're going to threaten me, at least try make it convincing, Santana won't help you," he crosses his arms over his chest, to prove he's serious. That he's not going to back down.

"That maybe so. But if i where to tell her that you said i was a better kisser, i'm sure she would go all Lima heights on you."

"You wouldn't dare?"

"Try me."

This results in a stare off. Puck is trying to find a hint that she is bluffing. He believes himself to be a good poker player, and that is because he can read people. He can see their tells too easy. He's played with Rachel a few times, discovered that she blinks more when she's lying. But Rachel hasn't blinked. Not once since she said it. "She's not bluffing let her past. Q you can handle, but Santana will kick your ass. and you know it. Just move!" He takes his own advice, taking a step to the left leaving just enough room for Rachel to get past and reach the door. He lost this hand.

"Puck i said tell her you couldn't find me!"

"I'm not Noah," Quinn turns round to see Rachel moving closer to her, "Why are you avoiding me. Everything was fine today, and then you left the coffee shop without even a goodbye. Then you have literally been running away from me all night. Did i do something wrong?"

"Just leave me alone, isn't your frankenteen boyfriend waiting on you." It was meant to be a dig at Rachel, but she couldn't of anything negative about her. She was usually so good at this, but her defences fall around Rachel.

"You mean Finn? That's a bit rude, calling him that. And he's not my boyfriend."

"I saw you kiss him in the coffee shop."

"What you saw was a failed attempt at getting me back"

"So he's not your boyfriend," her tone seems less harsh than it has been since they started speaking.

"No he is not."

Quinn hides a smile that graces her face. "She's single. Just do what Puck said, tell her you like her!"

"Shut up," she hadn't meant to say that out loud, but her thoughts where too loud and the alcohol is still present in her system, "I didn't mean you. Heads in over drive."

"Maybe i should go back inside," she stands preparing to return to the party

"No stay," Quinn stands too. Stands a little too close to Rachel. Rachel notices a determined look upon Quinn's face. She notices Quinn's face in general. How her Hazel eyes have specs of blue laced throughout them, how her jaw is perfectly sculpted, the tiny circular scar on her forehead. Her lips. She stares at them a little bit too long.

She jumps back slightly, "Eh ok i'll stay."

They place themselves atop the small wall again.

When Rachel is nervous she tends to chatter aimlessly. She first noticed this habit when she was five, and she broke her dad's favourite mug. Usually she would admit to doing such a thing, but it was his favourite mug. And so when asked, "Did you do this?" instead of telling the truth, she began to ramble. She concocted some story of how a bird had flew in through the open window, and frantically flew around the room before banging into the table sending the mug falling to the floor and smashing. The story was completely unbelievable, and her father's eventually got the truth from her, but she rambled about that bird for five minutes before she stopped.

And so, as they sat there, in the dark with nothing but the light from the kitchen giving them a means to see, she felt nervous. She wasn't entirely sure why, but she did, and so she rambled.

"You can see my house from here. Well you can see the bathroom light, can you see it?" She points to a house that's just barely visible, bar the said light,

"It really shouldn't be on, it's quite late. My dad's probably forgot to turn it off when they left for their weekly date night. Maybe i should ring them and tell them that they have left it on, on second thought i wouldn't want to interrupt their evening. My father's are always complaining that i leave lights on, and now they are doing it. Such hypocrites, i should give them a talking to,"

"Rachel?"

"Hmm," she turns from looking at the house to Quinn. To Quinn who has moved closer during her rant.

"Do you ever shut up?" She closes the gap between them, connecting her lips with Rachel. It's not like it is in the movies, where time slows down-it was the opposite actually. Time sped up. She had gone from kissing Rachel to crying in the upstairs bathroom of the Puckerman's house and no real recollection of anything in between.

A/N- i decided to leave it on a bit of a cliffhanger. I wanted to dissect the kiss in like a frame by frame in the next chapter from Rachel's POV and Quinns POV. It should be up in a day or two. Again sorry for all the dialogue, sometimes it's just needed.

Tiredreader-I had no intention of getting Quinn pregnant, so don't worry. I never liked that she was pregnant on the show either, so she is safe from all that madness. :)

-Not a finn lover myself, but i needed Quinn to get upset over thinking Rachel had a boyfriend in order to get her to wise up and go for Rachel when she found out she was single.

Gleelover47- Yes Quinn was rather hasty in her jumping to conclusions, she always seemed that way to me. So had to right that in :)

Thanks for the reviews guys, you make me smile with your kind words.