YOU GUYS, so sorry for the delay, I had a lot going on. But this chapter is longer, so hope that compensates. I also share with you my extensive knowledge of Dragonball Z. Sidenote: mmm. Alexis Bledel and chocolate. AU: Quinn has an older brother, Kerry, instead of an older sister. Enjoy!

Rachel had driven Quinn home to her house after the incident in the restroom. Rachel wasn't entirely sure what had happened, other than successfully noting Quinn's fear of advancing too far sexually. She assumed Quinn was unstable with the matter after her last time had resulted in the birth of a child, and in response, Quinn overreacted to her advances. This encounter had drained the taller girl, causing her to almost immediately fall asleep in the car.

Rachel could still taste the vanilla-peppermint on her lips, and it took everything in her not to gush at the adorable girl dozing off in the passenger seat. No, she couldn't do that, she had to focus on driving.

When the diva arrived at her home, she had to enlist the help of her stay-at-home Daddy, Elijah, to carry Quinn inside. Elijah worked night-shifts at the hospital; his husband, Adam, took day shifts.

After Quinn was gently placed on Rachel's bed, snoring quietly, the brunette couldn't contain herself. She let out a contented sigh and clasped her hands in adoration. God, she thought, I have got it bad.

When she could stand it no longer, Rachel slipped into her bed alongside the cheerleader, placing her head in the crook of Quinn's neck. Quinn proceeded to snuggle into Rachel's embrace, and the smaller girl couldn't help but think they fit perfectly.

Sometime in the late afternoon, Quinn stirred. She'd been dreaming, she vaguely recalled something involving Alexis Bledel and chocolate. Her eyes fluttered open, and could only realize that this wasn't like every other nap she took in Calculus. She shifted her body, only to find the object of her affections clinging to her, mumbling in her sleep.

Quinn couldn't help but feel delighted with her current position. Though once she'd moved, Rachel also broke from sleep.

The brunette sat up and faced Quinn, her eyelids half closed and hair tousled. The cheerleader quickly noted the lack of her usual ponytail, and assumed her hair mirrored Rachel's.

Once the shorter girl realized her surroundings, she seemed to wake up.

"Oh, Quinn! I apologize, you must be terribly confused. You see, after you declined my physical invitation for intercourse," Quinn blushed heavily, "I brought you to my car, where you promptly fell asleep. Then we arrived here, at my residence, where my daddy assisted in finding a comfortable place for you to rest, my bed. Afterward, I cuddled with you before also drifting off. In addition, this little engagement might have thrown off my sleeping schedule-"

"Rachel," Quinn interrupted softly, "Thank you. I am sorry for my reaction in the bathroom, though, I guess I'm a little on edge about sex. I'm really not ready, and I wanna take it slow with you, y'know? Like, you're important and all, and it should be special-"

This time Quinn was interrupted, though not by words, by lips. The kiss was sweet and simple, and successfully drained Quinn of any coherent thought.

When Rachel pulled away, she giggled, "And they say I ramble."

Quinn grinned, before asking, "Wait, so when did we leave school?"

"Around fourth period," Rachel replied, "And according to my digital clock, school just let out."

"Oh, well... It's not like I'm a greater fan of school than sleep." The blonde smiled.

The two sat in a comfortable silence before Quinn's itching curiosity got the best of her.

"So... Why did you and Finn break up?"

"Well," Rachel started, furrowing her eyebrows, "I found out he engaged in sexual relations with Santana, and lied to me about it for quite some time."

"Oh," Quinn said, surprised, "You didn't know about that? Wow, he's a dumbass. I'm really sorry, Sweetie."

"Wait, you knew about this?"

Quinn tapped her chin, "Yeah.. Puck told me, either Finn or Santana told him."

"Well," the diva huffed, "There was something else."

"Yes?"

"He said he still loves you."

Quinn felt her heart stop. What? Me? How? How does one want me when they have Rachel? What? Thoughts raced through her mind, she felt her breathing increase.

"Quinn, Quinn! Shhh," Rachel coached her, "It's okay. And that's certainly not why I'm with you, to get back at him. I genuinely like you romantically!"

The blonde turned to Rachel, breathing now constant, "Okay. Sorry, and I understand. But... How... How does he love me?"

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

"How does he love me, if he had you?"

Rachel's hardened expression softened, as she admired Quinn for being ever so sweet. She leaned towards the cheerleader, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear before whispering, "You are beautiful, Quinn Fabray."

The girl felt chills prick at her spine, as she relished in Rachel's breath flooding her face. She broke the spell by continuing the conversation, desperate to voice her thoughts.

"Well," she supposed, "I guess it makes a little sense. We did love each other, contrary to popular belief."

"I do recall you being a tad overprotective."

"I was afraid of losing him," Quinn mused, "He was my anchor."

"Pardon?"

The blonde looked to Rachel, a spark in her eye before continuing, "My anchor. He kept me grounded, happy, safe. He kept me from drifting off into darker depths."

Rachel was breathless at Quinn's, what she would call, poetry.

"Please, go on."

"Well," The cheerleader smiled, "Have you ever read It's Kind of a Funny Story?"

"I'm afraid not."

"It's about this boy, Craig, who's clinically depressed. He's about to kill himself, because he stopped taking his pills and stuff, but before he does, he calls the Suicide Hotline. They tell him his life is worth something, and convince him to check himself into a hospital's mental ward.

"His time there is mostly the plot, but that's not my point. Throughout the book, Craig refers to his anchors and tentacles. Anchors were things that kept him steady and happy. Tentacles were things that pulled him down, complicated everything.

"So after I read that book, I thought it was a good idea, y'know? So I wrote some down, kept them in mind. In the book though, it says people are bad anchors. People change.

"But I guess Finn hasn't changed much if he still loves me."

Rachel was momentarily alarmed, afraid Quinn would go back to Finn. But when Quinn tightened her grip on their now-interlaced fingers, she gained reassurance.

"So what were your anchors and tentacles then, Quinn?"

She smiled softly, genuinely. "My tentacles were, recently, Puck, the baby, my parents... Mostly my dad. I was really afraid of him."

The taller girl brightened, "But my anchors, they were cheer leading, Finn, eventually Glee. Books and that show on ABC? LOST? I used to get really into that.

"And don't make fun of me." She warned.

Rachel raised her right hand, "I won't. Promise."

Quinn muttered under her breath, "Dragonball Z."

Rachel was stunned. "Wait, what?"

"Don't make fun, you promised!"

"I'm not!" The brunette giggled, "I'm not! I'm simply surprised!"

"I used to watch it with my older brother, Kerry, when my parents were out."

"Do you then have extensive Dragonball Z knowledge, Quinn?"

"I do," Quinn mused, "Ask me anything."

"Hmmm..." Rachel pondered, tapping her chin. "Who's your favorite character?"

"Ouch, tough. Mmmmm, well. I could say Goku, the main protagonist, defender of good, the hero. But honestly, he is dumb as a post, and eats far too much to maintain his form."

"Finn!" Rachel squealed.

Quinn threw her head back, laughing, "Precisely!"

"Now, after saying that, I could say my favorite character is Gohan, Goku's first son. And though he had great intentions, he was a total mama's boy, and forgot to train for like, seven years. So he's not very dedicated in my eyes.

"I could also say Vegeta, the main antagonist. Well, somewhat. He's good, but also bad, y'know? He can't decide what he wants to be, so he just trains like crazy to ignore it."

"Puck?" Rachel inquired.

Quinn smiled, "Yes. Puck."

"I'd really have to say that my favorite character is Future Trunks. He comes back in time to save Goku from dying, and is the second Super Saiyan ever. He's noble, and wise, and respectful, too. He even has a sword."

"We don't know anyone like that." Rachel pondered.

"I know." Quinn smiled, "That's why I like him."