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"FABRAY. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" A shell-shocked Santana barked, causing the blonde and brunette to separate.

Quinn swiftly got herself off the piano, and Rachel tried her hardest to simply sit there and look casual. She ran a hand through her hair, and quickly glanced at Quinn, blushing bright crimson.

"Q?" Santana demanded, advancing briskly to the Head-Cheerio, "Hello? Would you like to explain this to me?" She waved a hand at Rachel.

"I... We were practicing." Quinn stammered.

"Yeah, bullshit. Like hell you two were 'practicing'. You were about to get your freak on with Berry." The Latina smirked.

"What! No, I mean, it's a kissing scene, and maybe... We got carried away, I mean..."

"Q. Cut it. I'm not gonna tell anyone. Just..." She glanced at the girl on the piano, then back to Quinn, "You and I? We're talking. There are some things that I feel we should.. Discuss."

Quinn blushed even deeper.

"As for Berry," she convulsed, "Might wanna do something with your hair. You totally look like you just got laid. Oh, and Mr. Schue wanted me to let you know, this scene is off. Too sexual. But it seems like you two might have already known that."

Quinn had left in a hurry, though, Rachel recalled, not without a hurried kiss on the cheek and a mention of 'calling her tonight'. She wasn't sure though, she stopped listening after Quinn's lips, again, found her face. It seemed to burn a little, in a good way, and she couldn't stop running her fingers over the skin and smiling. Quinn kissed her today. Twice.

Rachel couldn't help but feel a little guilty, though. Quinn and Sam were an item, were they not? Were they official? Sex wasn't dating, though, she reasoned. Wait. They weren't having sex, right? What?

Her thought process was cut short by a vibration. She'd hardly felt the afternoon slip to night, and Quinn was calling her. Wait, Quinn was calling her!

"Hello?" She asked into the phone tentatively.

"Rachel? It's Quinn."

"Oh, salutations, Quinn! How are you?"

"Oh, um, fine. Well... Okay, that's a lie. I'm a little confused."

"In what sense?"

"... This afternoon? Those events?"

"Oh, well I can identify several things you might be confused about then."

"Really?"

"Yes! For instance, your sexuality, what Santana intended to discuss with you, your relationship with Sam..."

"Berry! Gotcha. Yeah. But it's not any of those things."

"Care to enlighten me?"

"Well," Quinn sighed, "Okay, I guess it's some of those things, but mostly: Where do you and I stand now? I mean, before, we were hardly acquaintances, and before that I tormented you."

"I've forgiven you, Quinn." Rachel interjected.

"I realize this." Quinn huffed, "But it still doesn't make me feel better about doing it. And today, in glee... I could hardly contain myself. If Santana hadn't burst in I might've taken you, right there, on that piano."

Rachel released a low moan, causing Quinn to blush.

"Well then." Rachel uttered huskily.

"Anyyywaaay," Quinn said, trying to ignore Rachel's tempting voice, "I just didn't quite know where it left us."

"Well," Rachel started, "I think it left us at an unofficial standpoint. Friends with benefits, perhaps?"

"You're ridiculous." Quinn chuckled.

There was a long silence over the phone before Quinn spoke again,

"Rachel, I need to go."

"Okay, I'll see you later."

"Bye, Rachel."

"Quinn?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I really like you."

Quinn smiled, "I really like you too."

As soon as Quinn had exited the choir room, she was stopped in her tracks.

"Q!"

"Ugh." She grumbled, turning around to face a cackling Santana.

"Q, are you serious right now? Berry?Really?"

"San, shut up. You know I have a soft spot for her..."

"Q, please. Save it. You've been crushing on her since freshman year, whether you knew it or not. I'm just surprised you grew a pair and acted on it."

"I have not been crushing on her since freshman year!" Quinn exclaimed, "I hardly realized I was crushing on her now!"

"Sure, Q. That's why you singled her out and made it your personal mission to make her life a living Hell."

"Things were different then..."

"Bullshit,Quinn. Who are you even convincing right now? It's been obvious, and I'm just letting you know this was all expected. I'm not going to tell anyone, but if you two are gonna be like, a couple or something, then keep it to yourselves. No one wants to see you and Berry eyefucking all the time."

"I..."

"This conversation is over." Santana declared, and strutted off in search of Brittany.

Now Quinn was confused. Were she and Rachel a couple, or something?