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Two hours had passed after Quinn's and Sam's kiss, and although the blonde was still unsure about it, she was so worn out that she fell asleep the minute her face hit her comfortable pillow. She was fast asleep dreaming of a small brunette princess, so when she heard a loud knock on her door she jolted up from her bed suddenly aware of her surroundings. Groaning from the sudden interruption from her nap she stretched her tired muscles then walked over to the door. Pulling it open she saw a furious princess on the other side. "What?" Quinn asked irritable that she was woken up only to be met with a pissed off brunette, after she had just finished her lesson with Finn.

"Do not "what" me, Quinn Fabray. I saw you!" She said as she marched passed the blacksmith and into the room.

"Saw me what? Teach your boyfriend how to use a sword?" Quinn rolled her eyes and closed the door behind them.

"I saw you kissing Sam!"

"Yeah," she waved it off as if it was nothing, while her insides were smiling because Sam had been right: Rachel is jealous.

"You just told me that you are going to fight for me, and now you're kissing Sam?"

"Rachel," she sighed. "Don't pretend that you're not any less guilty. You're kissing and doing God knows what else with Finn, while pulling me along for the ride." She runs a hand over her face and through her loose blonde locks.

"Quinn, I love you."

She looked at the princess with a sad expression. "Then why aren't you fighting for me as well? Since day one, I've been the only one putting any effort into keeping you. You expect me to wait around and fight for you, but you're not doing the same. So it leads me to wonder: do you really love me or are you just trying to have both when you know you can't?"

"You want me to fight for you? Fine. This is me fighting for you; dump Sam and I'll break up with Finn. Then we'll be together."

"Rachel, it isn't that simple! You said it yourself, and we both know that you won't do that. So don't say things unless you're willing to go through with them." Biting her lip she shook her head and moved her gaze to one of the rugs on the stone floor. "I love you Rachel, truly I do. But I want someone to hold at night, I want someone to cry on when I have to, I want someone to take care of me as much as I want to take care of them. I love you, but you aren't that someone right now, as much as we both wish it; you aren't. Sam is a great guy, Rachel. He's nice and I could love him, but I love you. It's your move, Rachel. But until you make that move, I'm going to keep seeing Sam. You don't have to like it, but that's the way it is. I'm sorry."

Quinn stepped up to Rachel and caressed her cheek with her right hand while caressing her neck with her left. She touched their foreheads together, closed her eyes, and breathed in the princess's scent. Rachel lifted her hands and covered Quinn's with her own as she too breathed in the blonde. They stood like that for about five minutes before Rachel opened her eyes and met Quinn's green irises. "Quinn…will you kiss me?" She asked in a hushed whisper. "I just…I need to see something. Please…"

Ever so slowly Quinn angled their faces and brushed their lips against one another before pressing her lips against Rachel's. The kiss wasn't fierce or rough, it was soft and passionate without being heated. Quinn saw the fireworks and felt the butterflies, she hoped Rachel saw whatever it was she needed to see. Reluctantly she detangled their lips and opened her eyes to see Rachel's bright brown pools swimming with happiness. "I need you, Quinn. I need you more than I need anyone," she said.

"Rachel…"

"Do you love me Quinn?"

"How can you even ask that?"

"Quinn," she wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck. "I want you to be my first."

Quinn sighed when she heard those words. What was going on with this girl? What is she trying to prove? "Rachel, I would be honored, but the way things are right now…we can't. It's not right."

"You said you love me."

"I do."

"Then what's not right? I love you, you love me."

"You have a boyfriend and there's Sam. It would be cheating at its fullest. They don't deserve it. When things start to cool down and you still want it, I'll be more than happy to make love to you. Because believe me when I say that I want it just as much as you do."

Rachel sighed in resignation. "You're right. I'm sorry. I just…" She walked over to her bed and sat down. Tears started to well in her eyes as she whispered into the air, "I'm such a mess. I don't know what's going on with me."

Quinn watched as the girl brought her hands up and buried her face in those soft, warm palms. Looking out the window as a gush of wind entered, she saw dark clouds and rain beginning to fall. Crossing the room she closed the window and knelt in front of Rachel. Gently she touched her knees and said, "Stay here. I'll be right back. I'm going to go find Santana and have her tell Finn that you're not feeling well and don't want to see anyone. Then I'll gotta go find Sam. I'm going to build you a fire and when I return with some dinner, we'll talk about everything alright?"

Rachel gave a nod in agreement. Getting up Quinn walked over to her wardrobe and fished out her white silk nightgown and handed it to Rachel. "Here, you'll be more comfortable in this." Rachel smiled and took it. Quinn returned the smile then moved to the fireplace to build the fire. After the fire was built and warming up the room, Quinn gave Rachel a smile then left the room, making sure to shut it.

Quinn found Santana in the stables with Brittany and walked up to her. "Santana, I need you to cover for Rachel. Tell Finn that she's not feeling well and doesn't want any visitors. She's in my room and she needs me and only me." Santana looked at Quinn's face and nodded. "Thank you. I will owe you one." She then took off to go find Sam.

The boy was in the kitchens preparing his dinner. Taking a deep breath she walked up to him and asked, "Can we talk?" He looked at her and nodded. They moved to a secluded hallway and she took another deep breath. "I can't do this, Sam. I'm sorry, I thought I could, but I just can't. You don't deserve it and I don't want to hurt a great guy like you. So I'm calling the charade off, and if you don't want to be my friend anymore, I completely understand."

Sam gave her an understand smile. "It's alright, Quinn. I understand. You love her too much to want to hurt her, and you're such a good person that you're calling this off before you hurt anyone. I'm sorry if I pushed you into it. And you're still my friend."

"She just needs me, Sam. She needs me so much that I didn't even realize."

"She's lucky to have you, Quinn. Anyone would be." Wrapping her arms around his chest she smiled when he returned the hug. "What do you need me to do?"

Pulling away she asked, "Do you think you can keep Finn occupied for the night. Keep him distracted. I told Santana to tell him Rachel's not feeling well, but he might go check on her and I don't want to know what he'll do when he finds out she's not in her room but mine."

Nodding, Sam cracked a smile. "I'll take him to the woods and maybe camp out with him there. It's raining, so there'll be some persuasion, but I'll figure it out."

"Thank you, Sam." With another hug she went back to the kitchens to grab a couple bowls of soup, some bread, and wine. She then headed back to her room where Rachel was waiting for her.

Opening the door to her room, she saw Rachel in her nightgown sitting on her bed with her legs crossed and fiddling with the fur on her bed. Closing and locking the door she walked over and placed the tray on the bed. "I got us some dinner and Sam and Santana are going to distract Finn for the night," she said. Rachel cracked a sad smile at the blonde. Sitting on the edge of the bed beside her Quinn took her hand and said firmly, "Hey, none of that. It'll all be okay, alright? I'll make it okay. Just please eat so we can work things out, alright?"

Rachel nodded. The two began to eat and then soon enough the bowls were empty, the bread was gone, along with the wine, which wasn't a lot to begin with. Quinn propped up pillows on the ground by the fire so they could sit comfortably by it when they talked and added another blanket to sit on. And now Quinn sat against the pillows with Rachel sitting between her legs. Quinn brought her hands up and began to slowly massage away the tension and worry in Rachel's shoulders. "Quinn?"

"My Lady?" She said in a way that made Rachel crack a soft smile.

"I think we should run away." Quinn froze her mini massage and Rachel turned around to look at her. "It's just…I-I can't pretend with Finn anymore and we wouldn't be able to dwell in the kingdom without getting killed. We'll run off to the country side, live in a small cottage and start a family."

Quinn was dumbstruck, the amount of times that scenario crossed her mind was too much to count. She would do it, but she also knew how much Rachel loved her father and Leroy. And Quinn wouldn't want to take her away from them, not like that. "Rachel, we have to stay here. You're the Princess; you have a whole kingdom that needs you here. I would love to just pack our things and run but we can't. You have your father and Leroy, and I can see they both love and cherish you just like you love and cherish them."

"Quinn, I have to be with you. That's what I realized. Every second that I endure not being next to you or with you there's a piece of me that just dies. And I can't handle it anymore. I'm yours so much so, that there isn't even a fight that needs to be won anymore. I am yours. I thought that I could get over this thing between us by being with Finn, but I can't. You won me over the day you saved me. You're in my dreams at night. I dream of being in your arms; having you keep me safe from all the dangers in life and it being your eyes that I look into before going to sleep. And when I wake up alone or in Finn's arms, that kills me."

The blonde sighed and wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist and made soothing circles with her thumbs on the soft silk of the nightgown. Rachel rested her head back against Quinn's shoulder and took in her loving touch and embrace. All their other encounters didn't compare to this one. Her touch comforted Rachel and while she was battling with herself to say something, she knew that she would most definitely get to hold her in her arms again.

Finally Quinn whispered into her ear, her warm breath sending shivers up and down Rachel's spine. "I think we should talk to Leroy."

"What?" Rachel exclaimed suddenly and turned around in Quinn's arms to look into her eyes.

"He already knows about us and he told me he's in a similar situation. He might have some advice."

"Quinn…"

"I told you, Rachel. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to be with you and that includes waiting. But I'd rather not wait."

"You're with Sam…"

"No, I'm not, not anymore. I broke it off with him when I went out earlier to find Santana. He agreed to keep Finn busy tonight."

"Quinn…"

"I-I just think he could help. We'll do whatever you want to do, though."

Rachel bit her lip and Quinn could see the wheels turning in her head as she thought about it. Then ever so slowly Rachel nodded in agreement. "Alright, I just hope you know what you're doing."

Smirking Quinn raised a perfectly sculpted eye brow and said, "Don't I always?"

Rachel smiled and smacked her arm playfully. They shared a laugh and then Quinn moved her hand up and brushed a stray brunette lock behind her ear. "I love you so much." Without saying anything else, Rachel leaned forward and pressed her lips against Quinn's once again. The blacksmith sighed into the kiss and kissed her back. Knowing wholeheartedly, for the first time in her heart that things were going to work out the way they should.

A/N: This chapter had a mind of it's own... Thoughts? Suggestions? Leave a review! :)