Please remember these are just drabbles. They're not going to be long. Just little fluffy snippets of their lives together :D I'll try to somehow mark what time they're from, as this seems like it's going to be a sort of continuous story.

Enjoy :D Don't know when the next one will be out. But I'm going to get a few more k-t rated ones before showing Kylie's conception like people are asking for... you pervs lol

Making Beautiful Music

Story 2:
Spin The Bottle – Quinn's POV
Rating: K+
Word Count: 800

The music was too loud. My head was pounding right along to the beat of whatever song was playing. I couldn't even decipher what it was because of the volume. At least it was only the Glee club at the party at Puck's. Winning Nationals was just another excuse of his to have a party. In a way, I'm glad I came.

Along the wall, on the couch, Brittany was straddling Santana's lap while they made out. I was happy for them. They could finally be happy with who they are. I was also jealous of them. I was jealous that they could have who they really wanted. I, on the other hand… can't.

We were all currently in the middle of a game that I really didn't want to play. It was moments like this that I wish I had someone just like Brittany and Santana, so I wouldn't be forced to play. I don't even remember who's idea it was to play spin the bottle. All I know, is that I'm sitting here on the floor, an empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle, and Rachel smells really good. It was easy to tell because she was sitting right beside me. I chanced a glance at her when she leant forward to spin the bottle.

I was too caught up in watching her that I hadn't even noticed where the bottle pointed. That was, until the room erupted.

"Hot damn! It's about time we got some action up in here."

My heart nearly stopped when I saw the bottle neck pointing right at me. There was a million different thoughts in my head at once. I'd finally get to kiss Rachel, the girl I'd had a massive crush on for nearly four years. But, I'd have to kiss Rachel in front of all of our friends.

"Quinn?"

I turned to look at her to see a worried expression on her face. It was like she knew what I was thinking. "I… I need to get some air." Before anybody could stop me, I was to my feet and heading toward the patio door. Maybe, if I sat outside for a while, everybody would forget about it.

But I couldn't get that lucky. I could never get that lucky. "Are you alright Quinn?"

"I'm fine." My answer was automatic.

"You don't seem fine." She leaned against the railing beside me. I could see her watching me out of the corner of my eye. "I know the mere thought of kissing me probably disgusts you, but it is just a game. It doesn't mean anything."

"To you maybe." I was speaking before my mind caught up with me. There was barely any strength in my voice.

My breath caught in my throat when she stepped closer. "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." I turned to walk away only to feel her hand on my wrist. When I turned back to face her, her grip never relented. "Just let it go Rachel."

"Would it have meant something to you? That kiss during the game I mean…" My silence must have been all the answer she needed to drop her hold on my wrist. "It would have to me too."

My heart was pounding. Why would she lie to me? Why would she say that to try to make me feel better about myself? "Why? Don't lie to me Berry." Once again I turned to leave only to have her grab my hand. She pulled gently, causing me to turn around. The moment I did, I felt a pair of the softest lips ever crashing against my own.

After the initial shock wore off, I found my hands coming to rest on Rachel's hips. Her lips felt perfect. They felt right. After what felt like an eternity, yet seconds at the same time, we broke apart. My head came down to rest on hers as we stood there in silence. It was like one of my many dreams. The only thing was… Rachel's kisses never felt so good. It was better than I'd ever imagined.

"So what does this mean?" I dared to ask.

She laughed softly before placing her head on my shoulder. "It means that you… Quinn Fabray, are going to take me on a date."

"Gladly." My arms slid around her narrow waist and pulled her body into mine in a warming hug. It felt like we were two pieces of a puzzle with how well we fit together. "I've been waiting so long to hear you say that."

"Me too." She tilted her head up to place her lips against mine one more time.

Senior year was amazing.

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