Sorry It's been awhile since I posted but Chapter 8 is finally up so enjoy! This has to be one of my favorite chapters to write so far so yeah. Maybe, you'll like it as much as I do. Well, maybe not.

Rachel's head is buried into Quinn's upper chest. They were close, skin contact close, but they never really cared about the proximity of what friends and couples do because they loved being in the comfort of each others arms. It was natural for them to touch each other. Plus they were girls.

"Quinn," The brunette whispers into the blonde's neck.

"Yes Rachel?" Quinn quickly brushes over the diva's hair with her hand to let her know she is listening.

"You stink." The diva laughs and pulls away from the girl's embrace.

"And yet your lying down next to me," she smirks poking Rachel's nose. "Surprised you even slept with me."

The night before they had fallen asleep in each others arms and the very morning they had woken up in each others presence. The brunette had opened her eyes to the sleeping blonde but a second later her eyes fluttered open which caused the brunette's heart to flutter to the amount of beauty Quinn had in the morning. It was as if she had not slept at all.

Rachel smirks and pinches her nose shut. "I don't stink that much do I?" She nods her head and laughs.

"You do." Quinn wrinkles her eyebrow and smells herself. Did she really smell that bad? She hasn't taken a shower in five days but she hadn't done anything productive to make her sweat or something. "Trust me."

Quinn rests her chin on the diva's head and sniffs the diva's hair. She coughs from the overwhelming smell of strawberry, "Well you smell too much and that's a problem for me." The brunette laughs once again breaking away from the blonde. She turns on her side facing her and draws an imaginary line across the mattress to represent her side of the bed.

"Really Rach?" She shakes her head at how ridiculous she was being. She slept in her arms all night long and now it was the time to gross out? "My stench probably rubbed all over you already."

Rachel smiles widely and leans on her fist, "You up for a 5 o'clock shower then?" Quinn couldn't help but think dirty but who wouldn't? The girl was already hot with her clothes on.

"If I take one will you promise me something ." Rachel looks up interested in what the blonde has to offer.

"Promise what?" She tilts her head to the side in curiosity.

Quinn plays with her fingers nervously. "I know it's last minute but I would really like to spend my last day here to be something rememberable." She pauses or a second taking a big breathe of air but still stumbles upon her words, "So will you go to the Lima, Ohio Hospital Dance with me?"

Rachel gasps and points at the blondes chest. "The Quinn Fabray, is asking me to a dance?" She squeezes her eyes in embarrassment and covers it with her hands. She could feel herself heating to a bright red. As much as she practiced over and over again she couldn't help but change color. "Quinn!" She places her hands on hers and tries to remove it from her face. "There is no hiding when you ask a girl out. If you ever want a chance to go out with me ask me out properly." The blonde removes her hands from her face and holds the diva's hands.

"I'm asking you because maybe it will make me feel better about myself. I love dancing Rach and I don't want my disabilities to make me feel like I'm something less. I don't want to stop something I love even though its temporary."

"Do I get to dress up?"

"It is a dance after all."

"I can't wait!" She claps her hands excitedly."I know the perfect outfit!"

Knowing Rachel shes bound to go overboard.

Quinn questions her smiling, "So is that a yes?"

"A million times yes!"

The blonde hugs the diva overjoyed she actually got the guts to ask the girl. She was less worried for Rachel to say yes because obviously she couldn't say no to her. She was in a wheel chair after all.

Rachel comment's on the smell that is coming from the blonde's hair, "You don't stink that bad actually. You stink a lot." The blonde smirks and hugs the diva tighter hoping to smother her in her stench.

"Do I stink now?" Quinn says playfully. The diva squeals her name but she ignore it. "What Berry? I can't hear you."

The diva mummers into her chest, "I was kidding!" Quinn hugs tighter before finally letting go and stares at the girl in pity.

"Sorry. I kinda ruined your hair." She removes the hair from her face and places it behind her hair. "Perfect."

xxx

It is the day of the dance and Hiram comes home as Rachel is leaving the house with a big overcoat. He examines it and questions her, "You aren't planning to get secretly married are you?"

"No." She shyly ducks away before he can say another word.

As she runs away to her car he yells, "Just because I figured it out doesn't mean It's not a secret anymore and therefore you are allowed to get secretly married."

She smiles and turns around, "I'm clearly too young to get married Dad."

"That's my girl." He turns the knob and goes inside. Once inside he mentions to Leroy what had happened a few seconds go.

"By God Leroy, I think our daughter is getting secretly married." He rubs his forehead with his index finger and thumb back and forth simultaneously and jumps when he hears dishes crashing to the floor.

"Hiram!" He peeks his head around the kitchen door way. "You ok?"

Leroy looks at him in concern. "Our baby girl would never do such a thing." He shakes his head.

He leans on the door way arms folded, "I don't know about that I just saw her leaving with a huge overcoat."

"It's probably just her new style." He sweeps the pieces of glass into a dust pan. "Remember the time she used to wear a star patch on every outfit she wore. It was as if she was restarting an old fashion statement for Jews." He begins to laugh. "And then when she learned about the Holocaust she stopped wearing it." He holds his chest remembering the moment she came crying home in his arms. "Our poor girl."

"Indeed." He rubs his chin thinking, "Well she's definitely hiding something."

xxx

Santana and Brittany are helping the blonde get ready for her big date. She wasn't dressing up or anything. They were just there to curl Quinn's golden locks.

San curls a part of Quinn's hair, "So going with Berry to the dance is pretty gay if you ask me." She releases the hold and the heat from the curling iron touches her skin.

"We are just friends."

San leans forward and stares at the girl, "And friends ask each other to the dance?"

"Yes they do."

"Face it Fabray, you like her don't you."

There is a serious strain from her voice as she says, "I don't." She stares into the Latina's eyes and Santana rolls her eyes. She was surprised from the serious reply from the girl. She was certain Quinn had a thing for Rachel.

"Ohhhh, I get it San! She loves her." Quinn pathetically covers her face with her hand. "See it's all in her face."

Santana grins at Quinn, "Brit you are the smartest girl sometimes." She grabs another piece of her hair and curls it. "I can't believe you actually got the guts to ask her though. That was a pretty bold move."

"You guys.."

"Don't worry. I'm not going to out you like a certain someone." She then adds on, "But I'm pretty sure your already on everyone's gaydar."

She sighs, "I highly doubt that San."

Everything was going by too fast. People she didn't intend on telling or didn't want to tell found out she had an interest in girls. Not only that but that she was interested in one girl particularly. Rachel Berry. The girl everyone knew she tortured for her own pleasure.

"No. We are pretty sure. Every girl in school has seen the pornographic pictures of her in the bathroom stall. It screams lesbian and everyone knew you you were after her like fresh meat."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Really Q? Every guy she dated you despised. Not to forget the way you constantly eye fuck her."

"I do not!"

Not constantly anyways.

"Don't even try deny it. I caught you when you said you got into Yale. Even Finn caught it and we all know how slow he is"

She choked, "You saw that?"

"How could we not Q"?

I was pretty confident no one would notice.

"Well looks like we are done here." Santana unplugs the curling iron and wraps the the cord around it. "Plus me and Brit need to get ready too. We will be back later." She stares at the brunette who just arrived. "Look who the cat drawed in."

She looks at her top to bottom in disgust. "Please tell me your not wearing that. We are going to a dance not a funeral."

"Oh, no not at all. My dress is underneath."

"Mm." She passes by her.

"Bye Q." She grabs Brit's hand dragging her along.

"Bye!" Brit squeals at the cuteness of Faberry. As she is leaving the room she mouths, Go get her!

Quinn smirks, "Thank you girls."

The diva walks towards her with her huge coat.

"Nice curls." She touches the blonde's hair.

"Thanks. I didn't want to over do it so I just did my hair." She stares at her in curiosity. "So what's under the coat." The diva unbuttons the huge coat and reveals her outfit. The blonde mouth literally drops open. The brunette was wearing skin tight short dress that exposed her upper chest.

"You can't be serious." She shuts the coat and reopens it. "Tell me you aren't serious. You'll stand out."

"Isn't that what I do best."

"Rach. I mean it's so.."

"Pink. I Know."

"-Revealing. I'm sorry but there is no way I'm letting you wear this. The guys at this hospital are perverts."

Rachel cast a frown upon her face. It was too late to go back home and she only had enough gas to drive back one way. "What am I going to wear then?" Quinn tries to think of an idea. When a girl helping a patient to their room passes by in the hallway.

"I have an idea."

xxx

"Damn Berry. Check me in anytime." He sticks his tongue out and grins at the girl. The diva ducks behind Quinn's head.

Quinn scolds him pressing her finger against his chest. "Puck, don't you dare harass my date in front of me."

"Your date?" She jabs her finger into his stomach. "Yes my date."

"Sorry but it's pretty darn sexy." He rubs the fresh wound sarcastically.

"You should of saw what she was wearing earlier." She stares at the brunette and back at Puck. She was now wearing a candy striper uniform she borrowed and it wasn't something lame. She takes a second glance at the girl and whispers, "You are right though, she pulls it off." He snickers and he secretly high fives Quinn as they pass by each other.

Santana shortly arrives after and stares at the brunette, "So original Berry. I pull that outfit 10x better than you and seriously Q. This place is a dump." Brit adds on, "And it smells like old people."

She notices old man is staring at her Brittany grinning. "Speaking of which." She yells across the dance floor, "You want a piece of this?" He nods his head eagerly. She grips her teeth and punches into her palm. "I meant this." The old man shakes his head and begins rolling away in a hurry. "That's what I thought!"

The rest of the glee club arrives as Santana insert's her CD into the player and Sean's Dance Ass blast through the stereos. "Now that's what I'm talking about!" Brittany instantly starts grinding on the Latina. "This is how you party down in Lima, Ohio baby!"

Rachel stares at the girl as they get their thing on. "This dance just turned PG13 to Rated R."

"Just loosen up Rach."

"I'll try."

They dance for several songs and the rest of the night Rachel sits across Quinn's lap.

Quinn spins around in a circle several times.

Until Rachel wraps her arms around the girl's neck, "Stop Quinn, I'm getting dizzy." She stops instantly and they laugh together as they are spinning to a stop. The diva gets off trying to remain balance.

The music is turned low and Puck taps the microphone to get everyone's attention. "I'd like to dedicate this song is for all the couples on the dance floor tonight. So move your way over here if you got a special someone, someone, to share it with." He wiggles side to side and winks at the blonde as every couple moves to the dance floor. She shakes her head in disagreement. "It's called No ones gonna love you by the Band of Horses." He swings his guitar forward and begins playing notes.

Quinn is about to roll away to the side when Rachel grabs her wrist. "Where are you going?" The blonde stares at her in confusion. Didn't she just hear couple's only dance. The diva places her hands over her knees and bends down looking into her hazel eyes. They flicker as she says, "We are a date aren't we."

"Umm." Rachel pulls her closer and places her shaking hands around her waist. "I'm your date," she firmly states and smiles as she laces her arms around the girl's neck.

Don't squeeze her sides!

RESIST all temptation of sliding your hand down!

And whatever you do don't grab her ass!

"Right." The diva places her forehead on the blondes and rocks back and forth to the music.

Usually when she slow danced she was able to avoid eye contact but she was forced to stare into the diva's eyes. Which was terrifying because they were so close. Lucky for Quinn the tension dissolved when Rachel closed her eyes as she got further into the rhythm.

The blonde studies her face closely with detail. She knew the girl was beautiful from afar but up close it was even harder to grasp the very beauty that was on front of her eyes. No matter how many times she was going to picture this moment again her face wouldn't be perfect because ever line, crease, and mark wasn't something that could be duplicated.

They hadn't said another word since but she could feel a connection between them. Something she thought wasn't possible, was there and she was pretty sure Rachel could feel it too the way they rocked back and forth in sync.

Quinn could feel herself move subconsciously closer to the brunette's mouth. But she didn't stop herself because she could care less if anyone saw because everything was perfect. The girl, the song, the timing, everything. Nothing in the world could ruin this moment with her. Nothing.

"Rachel!" Quinn panics and looks in the direction of the voice. The brunette is then pulled away from her.

"Finn. What are you doing here."

Finn.

"We need to talk." He drags her by the arm into the hallway as she struggles to stop him from taking her away from Quinn.

That's right. Rachel is Finn's girl.

The accident didn't change anything but her ability to walk. She still wasn't hers. She was Finn's all along. The only thing the accident did was delay the wedding. No. That wasn't the only thing. The accident created a huge disadvantage. Not only was she a girl but now she couldn't walk. How couldn't she ever picture herself being with her when she never thought it was possible in the first place and now, now it was certain that she didn't have a chance.

A hand is held out in front of her blurry eyes. "May I have this dance?" She wipes her tears and sniffs.

"Puck.." She looks up to Joe who is singing on stage and grabs his hand.

"I know this is a stupid question but why do you look so sad." It was a stupid question. He had saw the whole thing come into play and couldn't help but step off stage and comfort his favorite girl.

She smiles falsely, "What are you talking about."

"I know all your fake expressions Q. You showed them to me."

She sighs, "Do you think I have a chance with her?"

"Isn't it ironic how you guys used to fight over a guy but just now you were dancing with each other." Quinn smiles at the thought of fighting over Finn. "I don't know about you but you guys seemed kinda intimate on the dance floor a second ago. It was getting pretty tight in my pants if you know what I mean."

She hits him in the stomach and he groans. "Can't you take a joke." He laughs as he rubs his stomach.

"I'm being serious."

He smiles. "If anything, it seems like you been getting closer to her and he has been getting farther."

"You really think so?"

"Definitely. Plus you'd guys make a hotter couple. Finn is my man but It's not a pretty sight for me." She laughs and he smiles.

"Were you ever into him?"

She snorts and shakes her head, "No. I was just using him."

"Oh! That explains a lot."

Meanwhile, Rachel and Finn are talking in the empty hallway. Music can be heard in the distant from the cafeteria walls.

"I'm so sorry Rach, I completely messed up." Finn combs his hair back out of frustration.

"I don't think I could ever forgive you for what you've done to me."

He pulls her to a kiss but she slaps him across the face. "There is nothing you can possibly do for me to forgive you." She then adds on, "A kiss is the lowest thing you could ever do."

Usually kissing her did the trick but no, not this time. He watches his girl walks away. He knows that if he doesn't do anything now he could completely lose her.

"Rachel!" He grabs her arm.

"Finn no." She pauses but doesn't turn around. "If you ever want to talk to me again I suggest you talk to me on your own time." Rachel rips out of his grip. "Now, I have a dance to get back to if you don't mind." She walks away angrily as he stands there. As she opens the cafeteria door she looks back to see if Finn was still there. He isn't and she frowns.

As she turns her head to enter the cafeteria she sees Quinn kissing Puck. She stares for a good minute or two as their lips intertwine. The blonde is smiling and laughing as she pulls away and Puck is reciprocating the same emotion. All she could think of was running away and before she could think properly her feet where already in the direction of the closest exit.

I know, I know I didn't really focus on the other glee characters but they aren't so important in this chapter. I hope your excited for the next chapter as I am. :D