A/N: No smut this time. I'm making you wait a bit cause I'm cruel like that. Also, this chapter is a lot shorter than the others. Probably because of the lack of smut.

R&R :)

Quinn stood at her locker, smoothing down the front of her Cheerios uniform as she gazed warmly at the photograph she had just finished taping to the inside door. Rachel Berry looked back at her with sparkling eyes and a wide smile that made Quinn smile back at. She couldn't believe it had taken her this long to realize that behind the terrible fashion sense was a beautiful girl with a smile that could light up Ohio. Even more unbelievable was that Rachel Berry was now her girlfriend. The idea might have turned her stomach in the past, but now a kaleidoscope of butterflies had taken up residence there and tended to flutter at the very thought of her.

"I didn't realize we hung lesbo losers in our locker now," Santana snapped viciously from behind her and Quinn instinctively threw a hand over top of the picture to try to cover it. She was back on the Cheerios with Santana and Brittany again after Sue had ended her feud with the Glee club the school year prior, and her social status had been mended. It was so nice to feel the comforting fabric of her uniform wrapped against her body, as if it was a protective shield from unpopularity, and being back at the top of the pyramid was a high school dream come true. So there was no way she could let it all fall again by letting the world know she was seeing the school reject. Even if that school reject caused her to go into cardiac arrest every time she smelled her strawberry shampoo.

Quinn sucked in a deep breath and cooly turned around to face her, taking a black marker from her locker as she moved, "We don't. I was just thinking of the creative ways I can deface it. You know how I love being artistic."

Santana raised an eyebrow at her, not entirely buying into her excuse, but Quinn's focus was averted as she saw the object of her affection skipping towards her excitedly.

"Hey girlfriend," Rachel squealed with excitement, pushing Santana out of the way and pressing her lips against Quinn's. It all happened so fast that Quinn did not have a chance to stop her and all she could do was watch Santana in horror as the entire school turned their attention to watch the display.

"That's gross," she heard Brittany groan from somewhere beside her. She hadn't even known Brittany was there.

"Make me vomit," Santana added, disgusted.

Rachel didn't react, as if she couldn't hear them, she just wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck and pushed her tongue through Quinn's pursed lips.

"Stop," Quinn screamed pushing Rachel away from her. There was a hurt expression on Rachel's face, but she could only see it for a moment as two slushies were suddenly thrust into their faces and the hallway erupted into malicious laughter.

"At least I'm dyking it out with a cheerleader," Santana smirked, "Now everyone knows you're just a loser just like your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend," Quinn tried to protest, but the laughter was too loud and the crowd had begun chanting the word 'loser', "I'm not like her!"

The crowd only got louder and she looked over at Rachel who was trying to wipe the blue slushie from her eyes.

"You did this to me," Quinn screamed, her anger taking her over and she shoved Rachel as hard as she could, throwing her backwards onto the ground, "I hate you, Rachel Berry! I hate you!"

"Quinn."

She heard her name being called from somewhere far away, but she couldn't tell where it was coming from. The laughter was still ringing in her ears, but somehow that had begun to fade as well.

"Quinn, you're having a nightmare," the voice spoke again, so softly, so soothingly that it could've been from an angel. Then she felt the warm hand on her shoulder, lightly shaking her, and she opened her eyes, blinking a few times as they focused.

The room was foreign to her and very pink, and for a moment she had forgotten where she was. She noted that her arms were wrapped tightly around a tanned upper thigh and her head was resting on a taught stomach. Her body was curled uncomfortably and she knew that when she stretched herself out, there would be some painful kinks in her neck, shoulders and back, that she would need to work out. Some point in time through the night, the covers had been kicked off the bed and the two were laying naked and exposed. The sudden stinging in her wrist brought her back to reality and reminded her of all that had taken place the night before.

"Hey," she finally recognized the voice as Rachel's, "Quinn are you alright?"

Quinn released her grip on Rachel's thigh, feeling the smaller body shudder as she accidently bumped her private area and slowly lifted her head to look at her. Her head thudded as a hangover erupted inside and she closed her eyes tightly to blink back the pain before tentatively opening one eye and then the other. Finally seeing Rachel for the first time that morning, she took in how stunning she looked with her dark hair cascading around the pillow like a halo and her warm brown eyes watching her sleepily. Her fingers were lazily brushing Quinn's hair as she let her eyes fall shut for a moment, tiredly, and then forced them back open.

"You're so beautiful," Quinn whispered, not realizing she was saying the words and not only thinking them, causing a blush to spread across her cheeks.

Rachel smiled and rolled her eyes, "Yes, drool and bed head is a great look."

Quinn smirked and shook her head, moving up Rachel's body, coaxing her legs apart as she settled herself down on top of her, "There's no drool."

"No there is," Rachel nodded, tilting her head towards the edge of the pillow and Quinn followed the motion to find a clear wet patch on the light pink cotton.

"Oh, there is drool," Quinn laughed, "Somehow, I find that cute."

Rachel blushed, letting her hands wander over Quinn's hips and up her sides, "Do you remember what your nightmare was about?"

Quinn's brow knotted as she remembered the dream she had. It was starting to fade, but she could still remember the disgust and the laughter and Rachel's pained look. She shook her head and lied, "No, I don't remember."

Rachel gave her a comforting half-smile as her eyes travelled all over Quinn's face, as if she was trying to memorize it, "I don't remember ever being so happy."

Leaning down, Quinn drew her tongue over Rachel's lips, tracing her bottom lip before taking it between her teeth and sucking on it.

"Me too," she mumbled against her lips, running a thumb over Rachel's jaw as her fingers tangled in the hair at the back of her neck. The sudden lust that filled her body was unexpected and her hand tightened against Rachel's neck as her hips thrust forward against Rachel's and their mouthes opened in the kiss.

Rachel's squeak of surprise at Quinn's sudden force was silenced by their kiss, but Quinn felt the vibration of it throughout her body. Even in the morning, when they both should be rushing off to the bathroom to brush their teeth, Rachel tasted like her blueberry flavoured lip gloss and she began to wonder if it really was lip gloss that she was tasting, or if it was just Rachel. Kissing Rachel was a lot like what she imagined heaven would be like; warm, sweet and pure bliss. For a girl who was seemingly so inexperienced, she could kiss like a pro. She knew just when to suck, bite, and slip her tongue past Quinn's lips and she did it in such an order that made Quinn instantly wet. She could even do this thing with her tongue that Quinn had never experienced before. She would curl her tongue underneath Quinn's and then caused the most intense sensations as she slid her tongue back and forth against it. Every time Quinn would shiver and grind against her, only making Rachel smirk against her lips, bite her, then do it again.

Yes, if there was a 'death by Rachel Berry kiss', Quinn would definitely choose that way to go, happily. But until then, she would be content to kiss her forever.

"We should leave," Quinn said suddenly, pulling away from Rachel so fast her lips were still puckered as if Quinn was still there.

"Leave where," she questioned, her dark eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"Run away," Quinn answered excitedly, "We could just forget about senior year and run away to New York. That's where you want to go, right? To Broadway?"

Rachel's mouth hung open, unmoving for a minute, as she tried to decide whether Quinn was serious or not and when she could not tell for sure she answered cautiously, "Yes, Broadway is of course my dream, but I need to graduate high school first before I can begin the next chapter of my life."

"But why," Quinn asked, her voice still excited, "You don't need high school to be on Broadway, you need talent, and you have all the talent that could possibly fit in that tiny little body of yours."

Rachel blushed and glanced past Quinn, at the ceiling, as if she was considering the proposal, "I don't know what to make of this, Quinn. I honestly can't tell if you're being serious or if you're playing some kind of a game with me."

"I'm serious," Quinn said softly. Some parts of her dream may have faded, but the laughing, the slushies, and the violent shove that she had given Rachel were weighing heavily on her mind and she knew that once school started back up, she would not be able to carry on this, whatever this was, with Rachel. There would be no more heavenly Rachel Berry kisses and Quinn didn't want to live in that world. "We could just pack up our stuff in my car, drive to New York and never look back."

"What would you do," Rachel asked, shaking her head as if she couldn't wrap her brain around the conversation they were having.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, naturally, I would do Broadway and become an instant success, but what would you do? You would be a high school drop out. What kind of career are you expecting to achieve?"

Quinn sighed and rolled off her, cradling the back of her head in her hands as she stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully, "I don't know. I mean, I guess I could take my senior year in New York, right? I could get a part time job at a diner and wait tables."

"What's this really about, Quinn," Rachel said, her eyes studying Quinn intensely. "Why are you purposely trying to make your life more difficult?"

"I'm not," Quinn replied, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, "If anything, I'm trying to make it easier. Two days, Rachel."

"Two days," Rachel questioned.

"It took two days for you to become the most important thing in my life," she couldn't take her eyes off the hole she was burning into the ceiling, afraid that if she looked over at Rachel she would start crying again and she had been crying far too much lately.

But Rachel wouldn't let her get off that easily and pressed her palm to Quinn's cheek, lightly turning her head towards her. Rachel was biting her lip, trying to hide a smile, "Really?"

"Definitely," Quinn assured her, "But we can't expect anything to happen between us past this summer if we stay here."

Rachel's smile disappeared, "I don't understand."

"Do you really think we can come back from summer break, suddenly be a lesbian couple at school, and think that everyone is going to be okay with that," Quinn kept her voice calm and steady as she tried to explain herself without insulting her.

"I don't care what other people think," Rachel said, her thumb stroking Quinn's cheek, "As long as we're happy together why should it matter?"

Quinn rolled her eyes, "You make it sound like it's so simple. It's not. You saw the bullying Kurt went through last year, do you really think that we won't get the same treatment?"

"There's one thing Kurt didn't have that I do," Rachel said, thoughtfully.

"What's that," Quinn questioned.

"You," Rachel smiled and leaned in, giving Quinn one of her heavenly Rachel Berry kisses.

As much as Quinn wanted to melt into the kiss and stay there forever, she couldn't let herself. She put her hand on Rachel's shoulder and gently pushed her back, "I'm not as strong as you."

"Quinn, as romantic as it sounds for two young lovers to runaway from their small homophobic town to the big city where their love can flourish and they can live out their dreams, you know it's not as easy as that, right," Rachel said, rationally. "We would have to worry about finding a place to stay and paying bills and food. I don't have any money, do you?"

"No," Quinn admitted. "I think we could figure it out when we get there, though. Think about it, Rach. Just you and me. Living on our own-"

"We hardly know each other," Rachel interrupted, "We can't just move in together because we had two good nights of sex and may I remind you that the morning after the first time you sent me running from your house in tears. I think that the thought of being with you, Quinn, is a lovely idea. But we're both not even close to being ready to make any kind of step towards that."

"We can get to know each other," Quinn said, wrapping a lock of Rachel's long hair around her fingers, "But at the end of summer, we need to either go our separate ways and leave our relationship as a summer fling, or disappear from Lima and start our life together in New York."

Rachel laid silently for a few minutes, staring back at Quinn as the words repeated over and over again inside her head.

"I will let you know my decision at the end of summer."