A/N: Well, here's the last chapter! Glad you took this ride with me. It was never supposed to be all that long or even very deep, just fun and entertaining so I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did

Friday morning, Rachel surprised me by my locker as she excitedly bounced in place. The sight made a smile.

"Your first game of the season is today. I plan on being there." She announced as I spun the dials on my lock.

"At this point, I'd expect it." I told her jokingly, but I was deadly serious. I'd have been pissed if she bailed on me tonight.

When I opened my locker, I was bombarded with a delicate smell that enveloped my senses. Then my eyes found the cause. Some flowers sat on the top shelf. I chanced a glace at Rachel, who was blushing but had a proud smile on her face.

I took them from my locker and sniffed them. My eyes closed on their own.

"They're gardenias, I hope you like them." She told me.

I smiled at her. Then regarded the bouquet again. There were three beautiful white flowers wrapped with a green ribbon. "It matches my eyes."

I'm sure my voice came out breathless but I didn't care because she was asking me if she could hug me and all I could do was nod before she embraced me.

"Good luck tonight." She whispered against my ear and I answered with a 'thank you.'

I felt her nod her head against me and added, "For the flowers too."

Then before I thought better of it, I kissed her cheek. Her beeping watch startled us and she pulled away before I could keep her against me. I hated that I cared about what people thought. I hated that she allowed me to care what people thought rather than claiming me as hers. I rolled my eyes at what I just allowed myself to admit.

"See you later." She promised and disappeared down the hallway before the crowds began to gather.

That afternoon in Glee club, I sat in the front row waiting for Rachel to enter the room. But Finn beat her to it and sat beside me. He leaned in to kiss me and I dodged him. I couldn't stand to even be near him anymore. I ungracefully shoved him off of me.

When Rachel did walk in, I could hardly take my eyes off her. My gaze followed her as she sat down on the other side of the room but not before smiling in my direction.

We sang our duet which elicited a standing ovation, and a comment from Santana ('so freaking charming'). Over the last two weeks or so, now that Rachel and I were no longer at each other's throats the rest of the club started to warm up to her. I knew that once they got to know her they'd love her like I did. Not that I loved her or anything. I mean, as a friend sure. I loved her like I love bacon. Okay, bad example.

When the meeting was over, Finn opened his mouth to say something but I stopped him. "Finn, this isn't working for me. We need to break up."

I walked out of the room to catch up with Rachel, but Santana was waiting outside for me. I pushed passed her because I could only imagine what she had to say.

"You and Berry are fooling around." She stated and I whirled around and pinned her to the locker behind her.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on, I know someone spread your legs but I'd never have believed Berry had the balls to unpress your lemon."

I rolled my eyes. "That sentence doesn't even make sense."

"Whatever. I'm actually kind of proud. Well, I'm proud that it wasn't Finnept who swiped your V-card."

I shoved her into the locker again for good measure.

"San…" I sighed. "It's not what you think. I'm just helping her with something."

"With what? Hitting her high notes?"

I wanted to punch that smirk off her face.

"When you're done then send her my way, I wouldn't mind seeing that body again."

I shoved her against the locker again. "Don't touch her."

"Or what, Q?"

I took a breath but I was shaking. Her eyes bore into me until they finally softened. "Relax. It's not like I planned on telling anyone. I may be a bitch but you're my best friend and I'm not about to out you."

"It'd make you a bit hypocritical don't you think?" I said releasing her.

She frowned. "What are you talking about?"

I shook my head with a smirk as I walked away. Santana knew I was into Rachel. Santana knew I was gay. I nearly hyperventilated on my way to my car. I didn't want to come out. I barely was comfortable with myself knowing that I was gay.

I had a game to cheer at so I wasn't able to dully digest what it all meant. I knew Santana wouldn't out me but I also knew her well enough that she'd tease me every chance she got. The game was a blur, and when it was over I met Rachel in the parking lot.

"Santana knows about us." I told her when I was a few feet from her.

Her eyes widened and she stepped away from me. "She knows…"

I shook my head. "Not about your…issue. Just that we've been…together. You know…intimately."

"I'm sorry. I know what it feels like."

I stared at her incredulously. "You know what it feels like to be me? How? You're parents aren't going to disown you for being gay, Rachel."

"Maybe not. But, you don't think I know what people think about me? That they talk behind my back and draw pornographic pictures of me in the bathroom stalls."

"That was me actually." And with that admission, all the fight left my body. It wasn't Rachel I was mad at. Actually, I wasn't really mad at all.

She simply nodded as if she knew as much already. Maybe she always knew. Maybe I was the only one who didn't. I rolled my eyes because that'd be just my luck.

"I made you sing a duet with me in front of Glee Club. I should have known you weren't ready to make our friendship public."

I stepped closer to her and pulled her in for a hug. "I'm not ashamed of you, Rachel."

She nodded against me, but I knew she didn't buy it. I sighed.

"Do you think Santana's attractive?" I asked her out of no where.

She blushed and I growled at the response. "Promise me that you won't sleep with her."

"That's kind of hypocritical of you to say while you're the one dating Finn."

I completely forgot to tell her that I broke up with Finn. I smirked at how I could use this to my advantage. "I'll break up with him if you promise to stay away from Santana."

"Deal!" She said so quickly that I chuckled.

"Come on, I'm starving." I said as I took her hand and led her to my car.

I pulled into Breadstix and she looked at me warily. "We could just go back to my place and eat something, Quinn. You're spending the night anyway."

I smiled at the reminder. Our first sleepover. No one would be rushing out the door after sex, instead, I could hold her all night long.

"I told you that I'm not ashamed to be seen with you, Rachel." And it was true. I wished I was brave enough to declare for the world that she was mine, but I wasn't there yet. I probably wouldn't be anytime soon. At least until I left Lima. Until then, we'd look like two friends having dinner together.

We ate dinner and chatted happily about nonsense. I argued with her about paying for the meal and she finally let me buy her dinner. I felt like I almost had her. Like maybe she could be mine. So that night when I went over to her house, I practically mauled her. I ripped her clothes off and left her absolutely speechless.

I licked my lips and let my eyes wander down her body. "You're fucking gorgeous, Rachel."

She swallowed thickly and her eyes widened. Then I shoved her on my bed. I've been tempted to taste her for awhile now. I did have a taste last time but it definitely wasn't enough to satisfy. I scoffed at myself. Perhaps, I was the one who was a sex addict.

I spread her legs out so I could savor the view. She usually topped me and I rarely touched her. Last time, I allowed myself to have her that way and I knew I needed to have her again now. To claim her before Santana could. Or anyone else for that matter.

Her pussy was on full display and I could smell her as well as see the glistening that pooled within her. I kissed my way up her thighs and settled between her legs. Her hand was already tangled in my hair and shoving me toward her center. I didn't fight it, and soon my mouth was upon her. I licked through her folds and circled my tongue around her clit.

She shoved me closer and I reveled in her lust for me. I began to eat her out, lapping up the juices with gusto as my tongue dipped inside her hole. I moaned against her as her hips bucked into my face. It wasn't enough. I pulled away and switched our positions.

I lay on the bed and pulled her up my body until she straddled my face. I had an even better view of her dripping pussy now and I licked my lips and moaned at the taste. Soon, she was humping my face with forced as she gripped my bed for support. I helped with her thrusts as I grabbed her hips and shoved them further into me. My tongue went deeper inside of her as the thrusts came faster and harder.

I couldn't get enough of her. But far too soon, she pulled away and I actually grunted at the movement.

"I want us to come together, Quinn." She stated before she turned around and her ass was if my face.

She slowly lowered herself into me as I continued eating away at her but then her mouth was on my throbbing clit and then her tongue was within me. God, this was amazing. Why hadn't we done this before?

She rocked slowly and my hips thrust to meet her lips. She eventually rolled away from me so that we were side by side on the bed. I shoved my fingers inside her when I felt her do the same to me. I matched pace with her as her tongue met my clit. She rolled her tongue against me, through me and circling me so I did the same to her. Our pace went from leisurely to desperate and soon we screamed each other's names as our climax erupted through us.

She turned around and crawled up me. Then she placed a kiss to my nose and started marking me again. I distinctly remember that I was the one who wanted to claim her so I shoved her off of my and climbed on her. I kissed my way down her body. I took her right nipple in my mouth as I pinched at the other one with my fingers. Then I straddled her thigh and I rocked against her. I wanted to see if I could get myself off just using her body. The way she did with me so many times.

I marked her right breast. I marked across her stomach and I marked her neck. But I never kissed her. I didn't want to be the first to cross that line. For some reason, it was something neither of us had done and I didn't know why.

My hips rode her thigh with force as I spread my juices on her. She was squirming underneath me and moaning at different things I did to her. I heard the wetness slosh against her skin as I grinded into her. The sound was all encompassing, but the feeling of her body beneath me was what did me in. Her voice, the moans, her perfect body and the feeling of claiming her…of riding her…had me coming for the second time that evening. I smiled in satisfaction as I let myself collapse onto her and she held me in place.

Her hot breath rushed against my throat when she spoke. "You are amazing, Quinn."

My breathing was erratic so I couldn't return the sentiment. Instead, I hugged her tightly and rested my head on her chest. I listened to the pounding of her heart and in my mind; it was telling me that I belonged there. With her. Like this. Always.

I fell asleep with her holding me and never slept better in my life. When I awoke the next morning, we were still wrapped up in one another. I let out a contented breath and she shivered underneath me.

"You're awake." I stated. Wonder how long she's been awake and she still held me close? It warmed my heart.

"I am." She stated and I could tell she was smiling.

I kissed her neck and nuzzled further into her. I adjusted my position a bit more and accidentally grazed her center with my knee. She shuddered at the contact and I licked my lips ready for another round. But before I could start anything, she was sliding out from under me.

"I'll make you breakfast!" She announced, though her voice was a notch higher than usual.

We got dressed wordlessly and I followed her down the stairs. She made me breakfast as I sat at the kitchen table trying to understand what happened upstairs. She placed the food in front of me and I pulled her onto my lap. She giggled but didn't try to squirm away so I counted that as a victory.

I nipped at her neck and she melted into my embrace. She had to eventually climb off me so we could eat, but then we retired to the living room and decided to watch movies all day. It was perfect. We cuddled on the couch, sharing innocent touches and came close to kissing a few times but neither of us took the leap. So our lips were everywhere except where I wanted them most.

She kissed my neck, my temple, my cheek (once again so close to my lips that I counted it as a kiss anyway). I sucked on her neck, pecked her nose, kissed her knuckles and held her hands through two movies. I was in heaven. Or close to is as I'd get.

Eventually, my parents called and I had to go home. I hugged her goodbye and promised to see her the next day. Sunday night, she came over to my house as soon as I parents left for the evening.

We scanned through Netfllix and settled on watching 'Pretty Woman.' It had been ages since we both saw it. When we first started getting to know each other, we learned that the only movie tastes we had in common were Romantic Comedies so that's all we watched whenever we were together. The downside to that was that it always made me a bit hornier than I'd care to admit and also so much more vulnerable. Who didn't want their own happily ever after?

The movie barely got started when my mind caught up with what just happened on screen.

"Is kissing too intimate? Is that why you refuse to do it?" I asked but was almost afraid of the answer. "Like how Julia Roberts told him that she would do anything but kiss him on the mouth."

We were lying on the couch, spooning. I was the big spoon so I spoke directly into her ear, barely a whisper. I heard her breathing change as she turned in my arms and faced me.

I haven't kissed her on the lips, but she also hadn't kissed me. I worried that maybe she felt that way which was why I brought it up. I didn't know how these things worked. Not that I was calling her a prostitute. God, I hope she didn't think I was calling her a prostitute.

"You haven't kissed me either. Is it because you're scared of what it means…that you won't be able to deny that you're gay anymore?"

I was sort of insulted by that comment.

"Or…is it because it's with me. And as long as you don't kiss me you can pretend that you're with someone else?"

I wanted to argue with her and tell her that of course she was wrong about all of it but my pride wouldn't let me.

"I asked you first, Rachel." I gritted out.

"Tell me, Quinn. Is that really all you think of me? Your community service project so that you can buy your way into heaven."

She tried pushing away from me but I held her tighter. "You know me well enough to know that even I'm not that selfless."

She stared at me wordlessly.

"Come on, we both know that what I've done with you paved my road to hell." I told her sarcastically.

She flinched. And I cursed myself. "I didn't even mean that."

"I know you didn't join Glee Club for Finn just like you know I didn't give my underwear to Jacob Ben Israel just because he asked for them." She stated matter-of-factly.

I let her words replay in my mind. "What are you saying?"

She sighed. "I don't know."

This time when she moved away from me, I let her go. She stared at me a moment and I was truly terrified for the first time since this all started. I hated that she wouldn't just tell me how she felt about me. She kept beating around the bush when she was usually rudely tactless and to the point.

"You're worse than Finn, Puck even." I growled as I stood up with disgust. "I thought you'd be a little more sensitive about stealing my virginity."

Her eyes widened. "Quinn…I…" She muttered curse words under her breath which in any other circumstance I would have found amusing. "I was trying to make you feel…I…" She took deep breaths. "I hope you know that you were never just sex to me."

And then she walked away. My chest hurt because I wanted to run after her but I didn't know what to say without confessing that I had completely fallen in love with her. And maybe that's exactly what I should have done. But I've always been a bit of a coward.

She wasn't at my locker the next morning so I went to hers and she wasn't there either. I sighed in annoyance, but mostly because I didn't want to allow myself to cry. I knew I was pathetic because I already missed her. I'd give her my heart right now if she asked for it. But I began to doubt she ever would.

In Glee, she sang the song 'Crush' and I was so annoyed because Finn looked happy and Rachel smiled as she sang it while refusing to look at me. After everyone left the room, I waited for her. She took a deep breath and looked at me.

"That song was for Finn, and only Finn wasn't it?" I asked shakily as my heart pounded in my chest.

"What do you think?" She asked sincerely.

"I don't know what to think?!" I waved my hands around. "You sang a love song to Finn but you have sex with me!"

She had the audacity to roll her eyes at me. "You have no idea how much you mean to me, do you?"

My breath hitched as she stepped closer to me. "Then why sing to Finn?"

"I didn't. However, I was positive you wouldn't have appreciated me dedicating a song to you in front of our friends."

I thought about all the times she'd been there for me, how much she supported me even when it pained her to do so. I also remembered all the times I sought her out. I thought about our interactions throughout the years and especially those most recently. I watched her sit at the piano, her back turned away from me.

"We've known each other our whole lives. Why am I seeing you for the first time now?" I asked with a whisper barely heard above the melody she played.

"You never allowed yourself to see me. I think I scared you." She admitted just as quietly.

She didn't even have to say why she scared me because I knew the reason probably just as much as she did. It was why instead of ignoring her, I sought her out just to tease her. It was like when you are told you can't play with fire so the first thing you want to do is reach out and touch the enchanting flame.

I learned about 'the gays' in middle school when my dad had some choice words to say about them. He didn't forbid me from befriending Rachel, he just 'strongly recommended' that I keep my distance. So what did I do? I chose to sit beside her in class and told dad we had assigned seats.

Even now, I lied to my parents whenever I was with Rachel and told her I was at Santana's house. Though, if he ever found out about Santana's extra curricular activities with Brittany, I may need a new excuse. Or maybe I'd need no excuse at all. I sounded like Rachel cared about me the same way I cared about her and if that's the case, I doubt I can hide my feelings from the world much longer.

I think I've known for awhile that I cared about her in a way that maybe I wasn't supposed to, and no matter how much proximity I allowed us to have over the years that followed, I never let myself really know her. Until now. Maybe I'm not just sex to her, but I don't think I can allow myself to pretend that it isn't more for me.

"You've always saw through me." I stated because it was true. Perhaps, she was the only one who ever had. I sat beside her on the bench, close but not touching.

"Somebody had to." Was her quiet reply.

She stopped playing and let her hand drop to the bench between us. Slowly, I moved my hand towards hers and entangled our fingers. It felt nice. Perfect even. Especially when she squeezed my hand and blushed.

"I'm going to go back to the meetings, Quinn." She said after quite some time of silence.

My mouth dropped open but no words came out.

"I can't keep doing this with you." Her words were laced with regret.

It sounded an awful lot like a breakup which was strange because we weren't even dating.

"I don't think I'm actually a sex addict. Or I never was until you came along. Then seeing you every day in Glee..." She paused. "I was hoping that we could refrain until I…deserved you." She kicked at the ground. "If I could ever deserve you."

I tried to control my breathing. But until I did, she found it best to continue with her speech.

"I want us to be more than just that. I mean, you broke up with Finn for me. And I wanted to do something for you. I know that you're not ready to come out and I'm fine with that, but I just wanted to take it slow and actually maybe just date you before we have sex again."

I let her finish speaking then I leapt into her.

"I'd like that actually. Dating you, not the whole 'no sex' thing because I'll probably suffer withdrawals." I told her honestly and she chuckled at me.

Then I kissed her thoroughly. I know we did things backwards (sex, then friendship and now kissing) but in that moment it was absolutely perfect. Her lips were soft, the way I always imagined them to be. As our tongues began a slow tango, I knew that I didn't regret anything that led me to this point. Because even if sex with Rachel Berry was mind-blowing; it paled in comparison to being in love with Rachel Berry.

"I love you." I whimpered against her lips.

"I loved you first." She said before capturing my lips again and pulling me closer.

I lied. The best feeling in the world was being loved by Rachel Berry.

A/N: Now that this little story is out of my system, I will return to my other works. They will get finished, I promise!