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Chapter 5:

Rachel held Quinn in her arms as they lay on the blanket under the giant oak tree in the park. They had stopped making out a while ago and were now just content to be in each others arms.

"So what happens now?" asked Quinn.

"Well, I think that's up to you," said Rachel. "You're the one who broke your own condition for this date."

"You didn't stop me," protested Quinn, teasingly.

"Hey, I'm not going to stop when I've got a good thing going," Rachel giggled.

Quinn chuckled lightly and snuggled into Rachel. A long moment passed before Quinn spoke up. "I like this," she whispered, pressing her lips against the soft skin of Rachel's neck.

Rachel pulled Quinn even tighter against her body. "I like this too."

"I think we should take it slow. Let me get used to all this," said Quinn. Rachel nodded. Quinn propped herself up on her elbow to look at the diva. "I can't promise anything Rach," Quinn said. Quinn's use of Rachel's shortened name made Rachel's heart skip a beat. Quinn continued, "I don't know if I can really do this, but I want you to know that no matter how I act in public, I really like you."

At this admission, it was Rachel's turn to surge forward and capture Quinn's lips in a searing kiss. After a moment of intense kissing, both girls pulled back to take a breath.

"I really like you too," Rachel whispered against Quinn's lips. Quinn quickly kissed Rachel again, and then snuggled back into her arms.

They snuggled together on the blanket for a few peaceful minutes before Quinn's cell phone alerted her to an incoming text.

"Sorry," Quinn said as she sat up to check the message. It was from Santana. She needed to talk.

"I gotta go," said Quinn. Rachel furrowed her eyebrows, confused. "It's Santana." Rachel nodded in understanding. "She's really broken up over Britt. I ran into her the other day, and we talked a little about it."

"That's good. Santana really needs someone to confide in about that."

"Yeah, I hope we can get back to being friends. I miss her."

Rachel nodded but didn't say anything.

"Let me take you home before I go hang out with San."

"Okay," Rachel smiled, glad for a few more minutes with the gorgeous blonde. They packed up the blanket and picnic basket and took it to Quinn's car. On the drive to Rachel's, Quinn was feeling exceptionally brave and took Rachel's hand in hers and held it for the whole drive. Rachel blushed and smiled sweetly.

Quinn pulled into the Berry's driveway. She and Rachel sat in the car for a moment. Quinn's thumb traced circles on the back of Rachel's hand

"You should get to Santana's," Rachel said softly.

"Yeah," Quinn said. "I had a really good time today, Rach."

"Me too."

"I, um, I guess I'll talk to you soon," Quinn said.

Rachel nodded and was about to get out of the car when Quinn tugged on Rachel's hand. Rachel turned back and Quinn leaned over for a goodbye kiss. The kiss was soft and sweet, and when Rachel got out of the car, she had the biggest smile on her face.

As Quinn drove off, she had the exact same smile on her face.

Quinn and Santana sat on a park bench on the hill overlooking Lima. After listening to Santana talk, and cry, about Britt, they were now on the subject of Quinn's date with Rachel. While giving Santana every detail of the date, Quinn had a goofy smile plastered on her face.

"God Quinn, you're disgustingly cute right now," teased Santana

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, look at you. Goofy smile and everything. You are so smitten."

"San, you would be too. Rachel is really good at this, being the guy and taking charge, planning stuff, being sweet..." Quinn trailed off and smiled to herself.

"Hmm, never would have pegged Berry for the butch one."

"Butch?" Quinn asked confused.

"Masculine. It's gay lingo, you'll pick it up. Like with me and Britt, I'm the butch one. The big spoon?"

Quinn nodded, kind of understanding what Santana was saying. "So what am I in gay lingo?"

"Questioning"

On Sunday, Quinn needed to get out of the house, her mom was driving her crazy. She took her laptop and her English homework and went into Lima to a coffee shop to work. With a jolt of caffeine from the latte she was drinking, Quinn began to bust out a paper on Shakespeare. She was so enthralled in her work that she hadn't noticed someone calling her name until that person was right next to her. Quinn looked up and was met with the smiling face of Kurt.

"Kurt, hi!" Quinn exclaimed and sprang up to give the boy a hug.

"Hey, how are you?" asked Kurt.

"I'm doing pretty good, how are you?" Quinn asked. "Sit down, tell me all about Dalton."

Kurt was a little confused that Quinn was being so friendly, but he had never really hung out with her outside of school, so he just assumed Quinn was more friendly without all the social pressures of school weighing on her.

"Dalton is good. It's a lot tougher than McKinley that's for sure, but it's challenging me in a good way."

"That's good. Any boys you're interested in? What about that one you brought to Rachel's party a while back?"

Kurt was impressed Quinn remembered, given how much alcohol they had to drink and that Quinn wasn't ever introduced to Blaine that night. "Um yeah," Kurt blushed. "His name is Blaine. We've kind of been tiptoeing around liking each other, but I don't know if anything will happen. It's just nice to be out and have someone to relate to without fearing getting beaten up for it."

"Yeah definitely," Quinn said. She had begun to understand what it must have been like for Kurt before he had come out.

"What about you? How's Glee Club? I get some gossip from Mercedes, but not as much as I'd like."

"Glee is fine, you know, the usual drama."

"Yeah? Anything juicy going on?" Kurt asked. He always loved to hear about the good gossip.

"Well, Santana sort of came out."

Kurt's eyes went wide. "No fucking way!"

"Yeah, she sang a song for Britt during Glee this week and pretty much confessed her love for Britt."

"How did Britt take it?" Kurt asked.

"She said she loves San, but she loves Artie too and won't break up with him."

"Oh no, that's got to be tough for Santana to be venerable like that and get hurt."

"Yeah, it has been. But on the plus side, her and I have gotten closer," said Quinn.

"That's good," Kurt said. They both sipped their lattes for a moment. Quinn pondered being brave again for the hundredth time this week.

"Can I ask you a question?" Quinn asked.

"Sure, of course," said Kurt.

"How did you know…?"

"Know what?"

"That you were…" Quinn trailed off.

"Gay?" Kurt said.

Quinn nodded. Kurt didn't show any shock or confusion on his face, even if he felt it. The only emotion Kurt showed was compassion. At first, Kurt wasn't sure if Quinn was asking for Santana or herself, but the look of guilt and sadness in Quinn's eyes convinced him she was asking for herself.

"I knew when I was really little that I wasn't interested in girls," Kurt explained. "More that I wanted to be one, in the sense that I wanted a Price Charming to come and sweep me off my feet. I always liked that romantic notion of a handsome knight on a white horse." Quinn smiled and nodded. Kurt continued, "And then when I got older, that feeling I had always felt got a name: gay."

"I always wanted a Price Charming," Quinn signed. "But… what if my Prince Charming isn't so much a Price as a…" Quinn couldn't bring herself to say the word.

But Kurt could, "Princess?" Quinn nodded as a tear streaked down her cheek. Kurt's heart broke at the sight of the fragile girl in front of him. He placed his hand on hers. She met his eyes and he smiled softly. "Then that Princess is going to be the luckiest Princess in the whole world to be able to sweep you off your feet."

Quinn giggled and sniffed away the tears.

"I have to get going, father-son bonding day," Kurt rolled his eyes. "But if you ever need to talk, please let me know."

"I will. Thank you Kurt," Quinn said, feeling a little better about her current situation. Kurt left Quinn to finish her homework. When Quinn completed her assignments an hour later, she checked her facebook one last time before leaving the coffee shop. She was surprised to find a message waiting for her.

Quinn Fucking Fabray ;)

I just thought you should know, there's someone in Lima, Ohio thinking about you right now. And that someone can't wait to see you at Glee practice tomorrow after school.

Hope you had a wonderful Sunday!

xoxo

~RB

Quinn smiled to herself as she packed up her things to head home. Yes, Rachel Berry makes a wonderful Princess Charming.