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Rachel:

Rachel felt Quinn's hands slide from her waist, down her back and onto her thighs. As soon as she felt her hands burning into the soft flesh of her legs, she involuntarily gasped. The gasp wasn't one of pain, shock or fear, if anything it was a gasp of pleasure. But her thighs had always been her sensitive spot.

The gasp changed something in both of them. They were both suddenly very aware of their surroundings, that people were watching. Rachel broke contact, feeling her cheeks burn as everyone stared at her and Quinn.

An awkward silence held the room. Rachel wanted someone to say something, anything, but the shocked silence remained.

It was Quinn who recovered first. Gently placing a hand on Rachel's shoulder, she glared at everyone else.

"What?" Her eyes daring anyone to answer her back.

Puck let out a whistle; the whistle brought everyone out of their trance. The gleeks began muttering and looking away.

Artie was gazing around, clearly confused. Tina, having finally managed to wake Artie, went to sit down in the chair next to Kurt.

Kurt glared at her, informing everyone that 'she' had become a 'he'. He proudly put his arm around the chair, adding that they were now lovers.

The hilarious, drunken comment from Kurt distracted everyone, and everything became normal again. Except for Rachel and Quinn.

Rachel risked a glance over at Quinn. Quinn still had her hand on Rachel's shoulder but wasn't looking at her, she wasn't looking anywhere near her.

"Quinn…" Rachel began, but Quinn interrupted her.

"Please Rach, just don't… Excuse me…" Quinn calmly walked out the room.

Although Rachel was in a room with ten other people, she had never felt so alone. The mixed feeling of shock and sorrow hit her so hard that she had to sit down.

Quinn, although calm had been so… angry. Scarily so. Rachel wanted to go after her, but didn't want to confuse her, or herself anymore.

So Rachel sat on the couch, there, but not really there.

She thought over and over again of what she needed most, but also what she was most afraid of, Quinn's kiss.

Quinn:

Quinn sat in her bedroom, trying to control her breathing.

She had managed to get out of the room without Rachel trying to stop her, but she felt bad. It wasn't the kiss, the kiss was… amazing. She had never felt anything so right.

It was hard to explain, but everything just fit. Her and Rachel, when they were together, Quinn felt like she could conquer the world. When she was around Rachel, she felt useful. She felt like gravity had released her. She felt free. It worked, everything just made sense, in a mixed up sort of way.

Mixed up because, Rachel wasn't like that. And, despite her feelings, neither was Quinn. That was what she told herself.

Quinn didn't feel this way around other girls. Occasionally, Quinn had felt her cheeks redden, or a sharp jolt in her lower stomach when she was changing in the lockers. But she always talked herself out of believing she was anything but straight.

"I am not that way." She would tell herself over and over again. "Every girl feels this sometimes… It's just a phase."

It wasn't that she was homophobic. She really didn't mind or care what people did.

In her eyes, love was love. It was an amazing thing. Whether it was with a man or a woman, anywhere you could find love was incredible. As long as you are happy, it shouldn't matter.

That was her opinion, not her parents.

From a very young age, it had been forced on Quinn that homosexuality was wrong, that it was unnatural, that gays would go to hell.

Since her father had moved out, her mother hadn't mentioned anything like that to Quinn. Quinn guessed that her mom didn't want to upset her. Though Quinn appreciated her keeping her opinions and beliefs to herself, she knew her mom still thought it.

Her mom had seen the change in her daughter. And she could see that the change wasn't going to go away by itself. Fast approaching was the day when she would have to sit down with Quinn and give her the big 'Anti- homo' talk again. Quinn knew this too.

She had seen the change in herself. Ever since her feelings for Rachel had intensified, she had changed. And she couldn't stop it.

Although Quinn hated lying to herself, she still tried to convince herself that she wasn't gay.

But tonight, she had proved herself wrong. And she hated herself for it.