AN: Hey guys, as you've probably noticed, not everything in my story is canon, mostly about the various relationships between the characters, but there is a change that I'd like to note. In this story, Quinn and Santana are co-captains of the Cheerios, not Becky Jackson, though Becky is still a cheerleader. Other minor things have probably changed as well, since I've been reading so much fanfiction that I don't always remember what is canon and what is not.

It had been over a week since their first kiss before Quinn asked Rachel to her house again, this time for a sleepover, leaning over during glee club to whisper the invitation into the brunette's ear. Rachel, surprised, nodded her agreement almost instantly. The blonde head cheerleader, shrugging at the questioning glance Santana sent her, settled back in her seat with a satisfied smirk that masked the twinge of nervousness she felt. What happens now?

After that night last week, the girls hadn't spoken much beyond simple greetings, though Quinn made an effort to smile when she passed Rachel in the halls, instead of ignoring her or delivering a trademark insult. The blonde knew that even that slight change in behavior had been noticed by Santana, though the Latina hadn't actually mentioned it yet. Quinn was relieved that Rachel had agreed that it would be best to not discuss this—whatever this was—at school.

Unfortunately, the blonde hadn't been able to talk to Rachel outside of school either, since Coach Sylvester had run the Cheerios ragged every day after school to make up for the day practice had been cancelled due to a mysterious reason that none of the girls quite understood. In fact, Coach had cancelled every Thursday night practice for the rest of the season. Rumors as to the cause of this change swirled, and Quinn heard everything from "Coach Sylvester joined a cult" to "She finally got a life!"

No matter the cause, Quinn was happy; the schedule change had allowed her to have last week's afternoon and evening with Rachel. The blonde smiled, remembering.

After the kiss—the amazing, incredible, unbelievable kiss—neither girl was quite sure how to proceed. Rachel called her dads to let them know that she would be having dinner at the Fabray residence, briefly explaining that Quinn had been the one helping her after the slushy, not the one throwing it in her face.

Hanging up the phone, Rachel realized that she still was not wearing proper clothes. Quinn seemed to notice at the same moment, and both girls flushed as Rachel went to the bathroom to change into the t-shirt and sweatpants the blonde had provided.

After the brunette was properly dressed, the awkwardness slowly faded. Sometime after a dinner of veggie burgers—seriously, Quinn's vegan recipe knowledge was limited—the two didn't even need to talk. They simply sat together on the couch, the shorter girl resting her head on the other girl's shoulder as some movie Quinn didn't care about played.

The blonde was too busy watching the petite girl beside her to notice when the end credits started to roll, until Rachel looked up to ask how she liked the movie. Quinn blinked, sheepishly admitting that she hadn't paid any attention to the film, and the brunette's eyes widened as she realized that Quinn had been staring at her instead.

Embarrassed that she had been found out, Quinn muttered an apology and tried to look away but was stopped by delicate yet firm fingers.

"Please look at me, Quinn," Rachel pleaded. "You have lovely eyes and I want to see them."

This time it was Rachel who swept aside a lock of short blonde hair as she placed a kiss on the other girl's lips, lightly at first but with increasing intensity. Quinn moaned quietly when Rachel ran her fingers through her blonde hair. The diva cradled the back of the cheerleader's head, pulling her closer until they both fell backward on the sofa, only stopping when Rachel's phone rang. Panting slightly, she apologized to her father for losing track of time and hastily gathered her things.

Quinn ran a hand through her tousled blonde locks, a bit embarrassed at how passionate the kissing had gotten and offered to drive the brunette home. Afraid that she had pushed Rachel too far, the cheerleader was pleasantly surprised when the singer seemed a bit disappointed when her goodnight kiss was only a quick peck on the cheek. Grinning playfully, the blonde promised that they would talk later.

Quinn's memory of that night was interrupted by a tactless Finn Hudson.

"Quinn? You totally just spaced out. Are you okay?" asked the quarterback, peering at her with concern. The girl fought the urge to snap at the boy.

"I'm fine," she said curtly. "I can take care of myself. You don't need to look at me like that." It's only cute when Rachel does it.

"Oh. Uh, sorry I guess?" Finn mumbled, confused by her lack of appreciation for his awesome observational skills.

"Sorry Finnept, but Q doesn't speak whale. Go to an aquarium if you want to talk to something more on your level."

Quinn snorted at the look on Finn's face as he glared at Santana before storming out. Quinn, shooting the Latina a look of gratitude, didn't miss her best friend's raised eyebrow, knowing that she too was worried about Quinn's odd behavior recently. As the rest of glee club filtered out of the room, the Cheerio co-captains were locked in an intense silent conversation with their eyes until Brittany murmured something in the Latina's ear and interlaced their pinkies. After sending the shorter blonde one more quizzical look, Santana allowed herself to be pulled out of the room by her girlfriend.

"I have to cheer at the football game tonight, but I'll pick you up after?" Quinn asked once she and Rachel were alone.

The brunette smiled. "Actually, I was thinking I'd attend the game and you could just take me home with you."

Hazel eyes widened. "Are you sure, Rach? Football's not exactly your thing…"

Pushing aside the butterflies surging through her at the nickname, the diva took a step toward the blonde and slowly looked her up and down. "I wasn't really planning on watching the game…"

"Oh really?" the blonde inquired, lifting an eyebrow.

Matching Quinn's smirk with one of her own, the brunette took another step closer to whisper into the blonde's ear. "Why pay attention to the football when there's this totally hot head cheerleader?"

The cheerleader felt her entire body flush, from both Rachel's words and her closeness. Calm down, Fabray. You haven't even been on one real date yet, and you're already about to jump Rachel's bones.

Struggling to maintain her usually cool composure, Quinn's voice rasped slightly as she asked, "Is that right?" and leaned down, hazel eyes dark.

Just as her lips were about to make contact with Rachel's, the diva pulled back and danced away. Bewildered, the blonde was about to demand why Rachel had moved when the brunette in question again whispered in her ear, this time from behind.

"Yup, Santana is really hot," Rachel teased.

Quinn's eyes flew open as she wheeled around.

"See you after the game!" The singer ran out of the room, laughing at the blonde's outraged expression.

Quinn stared at the diva as she went, shaking her head ruefully.