Rachel was late to school on Monday. Quinn knew this because she waited by her locker until she was five minutes late to her first period class. And all throughout the day, Quinn just saw the back of Rachel's head, as Rachel seemed to be avoiding her somewhat.
Rachel responded to all the texts Quinn sent, but seemed to desperately be avoiding face to face interaction. When Quinn finally cornered her before the last class of the day, Rachel gasped loudly when Quinn grabbed her arm and dragged her into the choir room.
"Are you okay? Did I do something?" Quinn asked, desperate for Rachel to explain what's happening.
Rachel doesn't say a word, just takes a seat at the piano bench at presses a few keys in a random order.
Quinn reaches out to place her hand on Rachel's shoulder, but hesitates at the last moment, leaving her hand awkwardly in the air between them.
Rachel turns slowly, and grabs Quinn's hand, intertwining their fingers.
The girls don't say a word, neither one of them removing their gaze from where their hands are joined. Quinn holds her breath, and when Rachel opens her mouth to speak, Quinn realizes that she is absolutely terrified.
"Quinn, what is this?" Rachel speaks in a hoarse whisper, Quinn sees a tear slide down the smaller girls' cheek.
Quinn reaches out with her other hand without thought, wiping the tear gently. She moves to next to Rachel. The position of their hands is awkward and uncomfortable, but neither girl dares break the connection.
"What do you mean?" Quinn's voice is surprisingly strong. It feels out of place in the moment.
"I realized this morning, that the moment I saw you, I wanted to kiss you. What is this? What are we?" Rachel surprises herself with her own words, she wasn't expecting her true feelings to come falling out of her mouth so suddenly.
Quinn takes a moment to process the words tumbling from Rachel's lips. She watches Rachel's mouth move and realizes that her brain is a few seconds behind her ears. Rachel's voice has stopped, but Quinn can't take her eyes off of Rachel's lips.
The way she bites her bottom lip when she's nervous is something that Quinn had noticed before, but she feels like she's seeing it for the first time. There is no thought behind her action. There is no worry, or fear of rejection.
She simply leans forward, and kisses Rachel softly. The way it should have happened the first time.
And it felt right.