A/N: With the tragedy that has happened within the Gleek family, i just found it so hard to try and write anything. The death of Cory has affected us all, and i wanted to have some time to grieve. I have expressed previously that i didn't like Finn. But i can tell the difference between reality and fiction... and Cory was not Finn. I liked Cory as person, i loved watching his interviews and followed his personal life. It's such a terrible thing that happened, and he will be greatly missed.

With that said, i tried to write some in order to keep up with the regular updates. However, inspiration was scarce so while i had some, it's not as long as previous chapters.

Again thank you for every follow, review and story follower. I love everyone of you. Any mistakes are mine

It's a quiet Sunday morning. Clouds fill the sky, not a single bird in sight. Yet, within her head, there is a pounding. As if there was a "under construction" sign that had been posted, and sweaty men working on a road side, as drills where constantly evident. But then again, that is all within her head, a hangover. She wants to curl into a ball and block out everything, she's not completely sure as to why all of last night is a blur. A blur that begins to slow down and play in slow motion. Rachel showing up to the party. Rachel appearing in the back garden. Rachel sitting there while she moves closer to kiss her.

"Oh my god, i kissed her."

She sits up right, entirely too quick. The nausea is brought to the surface as she runs from the room to a bathroom.

She sits with her head between her legs, trying to retrace as much of last night as possible. It's proving rather difficult,

"Maybe alcohol wasn't the best decision. I blame PJ...Oh GOD I kissed PJ."

Nausea lets itself be known yet again.

She somehow, between the room spinning and her stomach turning, finds her way back to the bedroom she once fled.

"This isn't my room," she says aloud to no one in particular.

Upon further inspection she notices the room is quite generic, "a spare room?" The smell of food reaches her nose, the smell of bacon more specifically. She breaths deeply a few times in preparation to leave the bed, to try and subdue the hangover for a few minutes.

"Please let me make it down the stairs with everything in tack,"

Quinn makes her way to the hall, stumbling out the door, falling into the adjacent wall using it for balance. As she falls forward she comes face to face with that of a young Noah Puckerman, well really it's a photograph of him when he was five.

"So i stayed in PJ's. I didn't know he cooked." She murmurs as she continues her way downstairs.

Pacing, it seems like a good idea after the circumstances of last night. Food also seems like a good idea, a peace offering per say. Well not really a peace offering more a "It's okay." Stumbling can be heard, and you know it's Quinn having finally woken. You prepare yourself.

As she appears into the kitchen you blurt out a "Hi."

"are you kidding me right now? That's all you can say."

"Rachel?"

"Rachel? what are you doing here? Where's Puck?"

"I believe he is still sleeping. That boy, he will use any excuse for a lie in. How's your head, if i recall between the running away from me you did manage to consume quite a few drinks."

"Eh yeah. Don't remember much, well anything," If you play it coyly, maybe you can pretend you don't remember kissing her at all.

"I've heard that about drinking copious amounts, lack of memory."

"It's true,"

You move towards the kitchen counter, towards a plate of food. Towards bacon.

"Thanks," you devour it without a second thought. Bacon always was your hangover cure.

"It's no bother. It's vegan actually. All the "meat" products here are a substitute"

You nod to agree, you are too hungover too care.

"Is she really trying to pretend she doesn't remember that kiss? I can see her blushing just looking at me."

"It's true,"

You move towards the kitchen counter, towards a plate of food. Towards bacon.

"Thanks," you devour it without a second thought. Bacon always was your hangover cure.

"It's no bother. It's vegan actually. All the "meat" products here are a substitute"

"WOW, she really is going to pretend it didn't happen. Well one thing she didn't plan on was I always get what i want."

*Early hours of the night before*

A thousand thoughts run through her head, but they always lead back to Quinn. Belle was a lovely name, but in all honesty she did prefer Quinn. It suited her. She had Googled the name Quinn that night out of pure curiosity; wise. She did look wise, and gorgeous and a million other adjectives that describe perfection. Under the definition also came "Reckless." Would she be reckless with Rachel's heart? Could she allow such a thing?

She watches the blonde eat her food. Head down to hide her face. To hide her lack of makeup. Her hair dishevelled. Even still, she was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. She needs to kiss her again, to see if last night was a fluke, a once off, her being caught off guard. With Quinn acting like it never happened, it would prove difficult. Would she jump the girl on the spot? Play it cool, build her way up to it? No. Rachel had a plan. A pretty damn good one if she did say so.

She moves closer to Quinn effortlessly, the oven is right behind her, it's no cause for alarm on Quinn's part. To Quinn her "memory loss" has been accepted, and she eats her bacon happily. Only to have her shoulder tapped, and her swivel chair spun around by tiny hands.

"I just want to try one thing..." the words are stopped. Lips are licked as she eases her way closer to Quinn's lips, who makes no movement to protest. She wants this to happen just as much as Rachel, maybe even more.

"Great, I love who ever made this food!" He grabs an empty plate filling it immediately. Once the plate is full to the point of over flowing he looks to both girls to see two very unhappy and pissed off looking teenage girls, "What did i do?"

Unbeknownst to Puck he just interrupted a kiss. A kiss that would clear up so many questions.

"I can give you a lift home? I mean, after all the times you have lifted and laid me it's the least i could do, i mean not laid, you know what i mean. It's a saying."

That old joke, why did the tomato blush? Because it saw the salad dressing. Well she felt like that tomato. Did she really just say that?

"Did i really just say that?" Rachel makes her way to the car, hoping Quinn will follow, although after that embarrassing outburst she wouldn't hold it against her if she didn't. To her surprise the still hungover Quinn sporting Puck's sweats follows suit, entering by the passenger door.

The drive is mostly filled with silence. Silence because both girls are thinking. Thinking about bathroom light kisses. About kisses not completed within kitchens. Puck may have been a "ladies man" but he was a "cockblock" and both girls were beginning to notice.

The time it takes to get to Quinn's house is generally quick, but the tension within the car makes it seem longer. It's wasn't a tension that had surrounded the girls previously, no this was a sexual tension, caused by an unfinished kiss.

"Once you get to your house, just kiss her. You need to kiss her! She was sober, if you don't kiss her now she'll think it was just a drunken mistake. Don't blow this for me. Okay, i will. Do you know you are pushy? Again you are talking to yourself."

A low "grr" leaves her lips in annoyance at herself. She had finally admitted to herself she liked Rachel...finally kissed her, only to deny any remembrance of it. Then, to make matters worse she was 99.9% sure Rachel was about to kiss her before Puck interrupted, she needed to kiss her, and soon. So once the car stopped that's what she would do. Only the universe thought no. As they pulled into the drive way Quinn's dad was mowing the lawn. He saw the car pull up and stopped giving a small wave, followed by a "morning".

"What is this? Cockblock Q day?"

"Suppose i best get going. Thanks for the lift." She leaves the car hesitantly, ignoring her father as she makes her way to her room. She asked for the room with a private bathroom, she knew it would come in handy and right now cold water was needed. Not because of the hangover, but because she was angry. At herself, at Puck, at her dad. The second kiss should have been easier than the first. Clearly that wasn't what the world wanted.

"Hi."

She's stood silent in the middle of the room, a biology textbook grasped tightly in both hands clasped against her chest. She had no idea what possessed her to lie to Quinn's dad. But the lie slipped so easily,

"Belle forgot her textbook," it was almost too easy. So was finding the blonde girls room, the "Belle" in blue writing length wise across the frame was a dead giveaway. Rachel had entered the room without much thought. Without any thought really, she was on auto pilot. Kiss Quinn again. It had become a mantra in the last 12 hours.

"How did you get into my room?"

"Oh, right yes, i told your dad i had your biology textbook."

"I don't even take biology..."

Rachel makes her way towards Quinn. Crashing their lips together in need and want. Letting go off the textbook only for it to stay suspended between their trapped bodies.

"Oh..." It's all that is spoken from Rachel as she runs from the room, allowing the book to fall. Allowing a stunned Quinn to regain her composure.