A/N 1: Thank you all so much for the amazing reviews, they always make my day :-) Thanks as always to faberrydragon for your review, I wish I could PM you to thank you properly.

Rachel's POV

I can barely contain my giddiness as I get ready for the party. Today has been absolutely perfect. I got to wake up cuddled up with Quinn, she proudly admitted our friendship to Kurt, not to mention the two almost kisses that managed to set my pulse racing more than any full on makeout session ever had. And we hadn't even kissed! It was frustrating but exciting at the same time. Quinn had wanted to kiss me, twice! I could hardly believe it but knew it to be true. I had seen it in her eyes. I had heard it in her softly exclaimed "Damn it!" that she thought I hadn't heard after we had been interrupted once again.

I wasn't really sure what any of this meant and for the first time in my life I didn't care to find the answers. All I know is that I want to kiss Quinn and to touch her. I have never wanted anyone or anything as much as I want her, except perhaps Broadway. I don't know what any of this will mean for us in the long run but it feels as if we are on the precipice of something.

I glance at myself one last time in the mirror with a small smile of satisfaction as I hear a knock at the front door.

Quinn's POV

I take a deep breath before knocking on the Berry's front door. I smile at Leroy as he opens the door and welcomes me in. Just as I step through the entryway I see Rachel coming down the stairs and come to an abrupt halt so as not to trip over my own feet, or my tongue.

If I had thought that Rachel looked good when she tried on the dress in store it didn't even compare to how good she looked now. Now the incredibly sexy little black dress was accentuated with a pair of 'fuck me heels' as Santana calls them that made Rachel's endless legs seem impossibly longer than ever. Her hair was down in soft waves that caressed the tops of her shoulders whilst her makeup was light and drew attention to her warm, mocha eyes.

I stared at her as I licked my suddenly very dry lips.

"Hi." She greeted with a beaming smile as her eyes sparkled brightly.

"Hi." I managed to squeak back and I inwardly cringed at the harsh croak of my voice. As I awkwardly stand there with both Rachel and Leroy smiling at me I am suddenly struck by how much this seems like a date.

Should I have brought flowers?

I shook my head lightly as I realised that I was being ridiculous. We are just two friends going to a party, I told myself firmly with a small, determined nod of my head. I bid Rachel's Daddy goodbye as I take Rachel's hand and lead her outside to my car.

"You look amazing Rach." I tell her honestly as I open the car door for her. Rachel blushes sweetly as I settle into the car beside her.

"Not as good as you."

"Well of course not." I tease, earning a playful nudge from Rachel as she laughs.

"Beautiful and modest, you are quite the catch Miss Fabray." She teases me as I drive carefully across town.

"You think I'm beautiful?" I ask with a slight flush.

"I suppose," Rachel shrugs nonchalantly, "you know if you like insanely pretty people then I guess some might find you somewhat attractive."

"Only somewhat?" I quirk my eyebrow with a flirtatious smirk.

Abort, abort! You are on dangerous ground Fabray. Back up the flirting.

"Moderately I suppose." She smirks back.

Hmm, I like flirty Rachel though.

I feel a hand on mine as I pull up outside Puck's and glance over at Rachel questioningly only for my heart to stutter in my chest as I meet her smouldering gaze.

"You are very attractive Quinn." She purrs at me and not for the first time around Rachel I feel my brain short-circuit.

.God. Yep, I definitely like flirty Rachel.

"Uhh..." I grunt dumbly as the English language completely drops from my head.

Oh wow, way to go Casanova. Romeo has nothing on you. I taunt myself.

"I guess we should go in?" I croak, hating that I sound like a pre-pubescent boy.

Or I could just drag you home right now and have my wicked way with you? You know, your choice.

I watch as Rachel carefully gets out of the car and I take in the sight of those delicious legs and Oh God that ass and start to really wish that I had actually made that suggestion. With a small groan I force myself out of the car and follow Rachel.

Rachel's POV

I struggle to push my way through the crowded house. It is the first time since we arrived that Quinn has not been at my side and I am feeling anxious. It had been hard enough at the last party with just the gleeks but this was something else. Everywhere I looked there were bodies of people. I take a deep breath and hold it as I try to squeeze carefully past some jocks and suddenly my eyes widen with fright.

Oh no. Maybe I can hide behind the jocks I just went past?

"Hi Rachel."

Too late.

"Hi Jacob." I wince.

"You are looking particularly luscious this evening, anyone in particular that you are trying to impress?" He leers suggestively in that smarmy way of his that makes my skin crawl.

Yes as a matter of fact. Blonde hair, hazel green eyes, best friend, total goddess. Perhaps you know her?

"Back off Jewfro," a voice sneers from beside me. I look to my right and grin, never so pleased to see the emergence of Quinn's HBIC self.

If it isn't said goddess here to protect me from pervy, drooling creeps.

"Quinn!" I exclaim far too happily.

"Quinn!" Jacob squeaks in terror as Quinn glares down at him in her perfected HBIC pose.

"Rachel is he bothering you?" Quinn asked as she casually slung an arm around my shoulders, inadvertently pulling my body against hers. I fought against a shiver of arousal at the thought of being pressed up against Quinn in HBIC mode.

"Err..." I stutter uselessly.

"I don't take kindly to people bothering my friends Jacob," Quinn informed him in an overly sweet, pleasant tone that was somehow more intimidating than if she has stood there yelling at him. "Leave Rachel alone, got it?" She glared at him so intensely that I thought for a moment that he might just pee himself right there.

"Of course, sorry Quinn." He rushed out nervously before making a swift escape. Quinn smirked as we watched him go. Turning my body slightly I leant into her as we both giggled softly.

"You are terrible." I teased.

"Are you complaining?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"God no!" I laughed. "I'm just glad you are on my side."

"Always Rach." She promised as she gave me a quick squeeze before dropping her arm from my shoulders and taking my hand to pull my through the crowded party.

Quinn's POV

I am feeling very pleasantly buzzed although I am not sure how much of that is due to alcohol consumption and how much of it is to do with the petite little brunette that I have been dancing with all evening. Whilst I am merely buzzed at this stage, Rachel is getting pretty full on drunk which does nothing for her dance moves but is serving to make us both laugh uncontrollably.

We take a dance break to catch our breaths and surprisingly find ourselves alone in the kitchen. As I pour us both a couple of drinks Rachel wraps her arms around me, swaying slightly.

"Hey there spider monkey." I giggle at her as I take a long chug of my drink when I suddenly feel her breasts press up against my back.

"I love you Quinn," She sighs as she sways back and forth. "You are my most bestest friend in the whole wide world."

"You're my best friend too." I assure her as I try to ignore the way her body is moving against my back.

"Really?"

"Yeah, the bestest." I assure her quickly as I finish my drink quickly and immediately pour another one and start to drink it rapidly.

"In the whole wide world?" She asks with wide, hopeful eyes and I feel myself melting at her cuteness.

"Yes." I giggle at how insanely adorable she is. "In the whole widest world."

"And you love me?" Her eyes are so wide and childlike that I can't resist scooping her into a big bear hug and bury my nose in her hair.

"Mmm, very much."

"Ooh I love this song!" Rachel suddenly exclaims as she grabs my hand and pulls me back to the makeshift dance floor. Clearly drunk Rachel is not only a spider monkey but also suffers from ADD.

Quinn's POV

Oh God I need some air!

Between the buzz of the alcohol coursing through me and the feel of Rachel shimmying herself against me I can feel myself rapidly losing control.

"I'm going to get some air." I yell over the music before quickly making my way out the back door.

I step out into the back yard and take a deep lungful of fresh air as I try to calm my rapidly beating heart as I will the cool evening breeze to cool my overheated skin.

"Quinn wait up!" A giggling Rachel stumbles out of the back door. I reach out to steady her as she loses her footing.

"Well hello there." She giggles up at me as her body connects with mine. I instinctively wrap my arms around her and it suddenly feels as though the world has stopped. I should move, I know that I should but my body refuses to cooperate. We stare at one another and I feel a flutter in my stomach as Rachel's gaze turns dark and hungry. I immediately feel my skin heat up all over again at the lust burning in her gaze and my heart starts beating erratically. Desire rips through me, the sudden heat throughout my body is as though a match has been struck it is so instant.

Whatever happened to being an angry drunk? Evidently around Rachel I am just a horny drunk... or just horny in general.

Rachel cocks her head to the side and bites her lip which does absolutely nothing to help my body's current state. I almost moan out loud at the sight of her looking so ridiculously sexy.

How does she get me worked up so easily?

Slowly Rachel leans her body into mine and this time I can't contain the small moan that escapes my lips. Judging by the small, pleased smile on her lips and the sparkle in her eyes she appreciates my reaction. Slowly she tilts her head towards mine as her eyes flutter closed and my lips move towards her as though pulled by a gravitational force.

"Rachel?"

Rachel blinks her eyes a few times in confusion at hearing her name and looks back towards the house as I stare dumbly into space.

"Rachel?" The voice calls out again.

You have got to be kidding me!

I feel my blood suddenly begin to boil as anger courses through me.

Uh oh, angry drunk alert!

I storm over to where Finn is stood by the door, every ounce of the frustration that is coursing through my veins is about to be unleashed on his sorry ass. This is one interruption too many.

"What do you want?" I yell at him harshly.

"Err," He pauses as he gazes at me with his signature constipated confused expression. That face only makes me want to slap him more. "I was looking for Rachel. I saw her coming out here and..."

"Yeah whatever," I cut him off bitchily. "She doesn't want to see you." I inform him icily.

"Don't you think that is up to her? Rach?" He asks as he gives her his puppy eyed expression over my head.

"She isn't interested." I grit out through my teeth as my fists clench at my sides.

"Quinn." Rachel says softly as she places a soft hand on my back and I feel myself relax a little against my will.

"See, she does want to speak to me." Finn smiles smugly.

I glance round at Rachel waiting for her to dispute it but she simply looks between us like a deer caught in headlights.

"Whatever." I growl as I shake Rachel off of me and storm away angrily.

I make my way around the side of the house to avoid the party, ignoring Rachel's voice calling out behind me.

"Quinn!" Her voice calls out anxiously. "Quinn where are you going?"

I stop before reaching my car and turn to face her with an icy glare that brings her up short.

"I'm going home." I snarl.

"Quinn please," Rachel approaches me slowly as though approaching an animal in the wild. "You can't drive, you've been drinking."

"I'll walk." I huff, not prepared to back down.

Rachel rolls her eyes at my sulking and wordlessly grabs my hand and leads me back into the house. I don't resist as she pulls me upstairs and we find ourselves in Puck's bedroom. Suddenly it feels like a case of déjà vu, only this time emotions are rushing through me so fast that I can barely get a grip on what exactly I am feeling.

"Quinn what was that?" Rachel asks demandingly as I stalk back and forth across the room like a caged tiger.

"What was what?" I scowl as my frustration and anger continue to make my blood boil.

"Downstairs with Finn." She says firmly, clearly reigning in her own anger.

"Are you getting back together with him?" It comes out as more of an accusation than a question but I still wait impatiently for her response.

"What?" She asks, confusion flooding her expression.

"Are you getting back together with him?" I hiss viciously and that is when I recognise just what I am feeling in this moment. Jealousy. Pure, unbridled, all consuming jealousy.

"What? Do you want him back or something?" Rachel demands, her hands shaking with barely controlled fury.

I glare at her incredulously.

Is she kidding me right now?

"Why is everything always about Finn Rachel?" I yell, my voice coming out venomous as I sneer his name in disdain.

"You're the one that brought him up!" She yells back furiously.

"Once, just once can't something just be about us?" I ask as I get up in her face. The anger has left my voice now as my tone becomes pleading as tears begin to threaten.

We stare one another down hotly, both our breaths coming out harshly. I can feel her hot breath on my face and the fire in her eyes at this proximity is dizzying. Something snaps and suddenly her lips are on mine, I am not sure if she initiated it or I did but suddenly it is as though the room is on fire. Her lips move against mine ferociously and I return the kiss with equal fervour and passion. I back her up to the bed and we drop down unceremoniously as I land softly on top of her. Her hands pull urgently at my clothes as we rock and writhe against one another hungrily. Her hands grasp my ass causing my hips to buck against her wantonly, I am fast losing all control as I get lost in the feel of her. I run a hand greedily up a bare, toned thigh and squeeze as I moan into her mouth. I want her, I want it all, I want all of her.

I pull back slightly and take in several gasps of air to try to calm my body down and regain some control before this gets out of hand.

"Quinn." She protests softly as she pulls my lips back to hers. Our lips connect again hungrily and I try to keep my desire reigned in but the way Rachel inflames me makes the task impossible. It is Rachel who gradually slows our heated kisses to soft, gentle kisses and finally breaks away. She gazes into my eyes for a few moments and gives me a small smile.

"As much as I would like to continue this, we have been drinking." She explains. I nod my head in understanding as I start to move away from her. My movement is stilled however as a soft little hand holds my hips in place. "As much as I don't think we should let things progress, I don't see any harm in continuing what we were doing." She smirks sexily up at me and I smile broadly as she pulls me back in to connect our lips in soft, gentle caresses.

A/N 2: So... they finally kissed. Was it worth the wait? Did it happen like you expected? Please let me know your thoughts, I want them on this chapter more than any of the previous chapters combined.