A/N: Lot's of Santana in this chapter surprisingly but no Brittany. Sorry to any Brittany fans, although I guess I could try and squeeze her in soon.

If anyone was wondering why there have been so many updates lately, it's because I'm home sick from school.

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Quinn POV

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Quinn woke up first on Thursday morning. She loved waking up first because it meant that she could watch Rachel sleep which was quickly becoming one of her favourite two past times. The other one was hugging the diva.

Now that she was no longer denying her feelings for Rachel it was clear just how much she really like the brunette. Everything about her was just awesome. Her voice, her eyes, her cute small height and those nowhere near manly hands. Quinn couldn't believe she had ever had anything to bag the diva about. A loud noise interrupted Quinn's thoughts.

Buzz...Buzz...Buzz. Bloody alarm clock. Now Rachel was going to wake up. Not that she didn't like the diva awake, because she really, really did; it's just that she liked seeing Rachel nice and peaceful. It was the cutest thing Quinn had ever seen. The diva raised her head from the pillow and yawned while stretching her arms over her head. Now that was the cutest thing Quinn had ever seen. She caught herself just as she was about to pull Rachel into a hug.

Just friends...Just friends. Quinn repeated in her mind. It would be bad to try and make a move on Rachel, she's straight. She dates boys, not head cheerleaders. So do you. Said another voice in her head. It was the same voice that was telling her to just lean over and catch Rachel's lips in her own. Quinn did her best to ignore this voice as she knew it would end badly if she did.

"Did I do a good job protecting you last night?" Quinn asked.

"Yep."Was the cheery reply. Rachel leaned in and hugged Quinn. She's just being nice... She's just being nice. Quinn could tell she would be running things like this through her head a lot today.

"Does this mean you'll come to Puck's party with me?" Quinn asked. She knew it sounded like she was asking her on a date but it seemed to go unnoticed by Rachel.

"Okay, if I have to." Rachel conceded. Quinn smiled.

"Yes. Yes you do." Rachel got up.

"We had better get ready for school."Rachel got up and entered the bathroom to have a shower. It took Quinn a few seconds to actually register what was happening. Rachel. Next door. Shower. Naked.

Quinn knew she really shouldn't be thinking of her 'friend' naked in a shower but she couldn't stop the mental images that had started popping up in her head. Water cascading down those amazing legs, dripping wet hair, breasts... no she wasn't even going to go there. She could feel herself being wet enough without images of Rachel's breasts.

"She's my friend." Quinn told herself out loud. Well, you are going to have to do something about that then, won't you? That little voice was really starting to piss Quinn off.

Rachel got out of the shower and Quinn was happy for the chance to just stand in it, cold water pouring over her body. She got out of the shower feeling considerably better. Maybe she would be able to get through the day. They had breakfast and Quinn drove them to school.

"So will you hang with me at lunch?" Quinn asked as the bell went. She was suddenly really nervous that Rachel would be starting to get sick of her.

"Definitely." Rachel beamed. Quinn felt her chest loosen a bit and she managed to smile back. She left Rachel at her locker to go to her own. When she arrived she saw Santana standing in front of it tapping her foot on the ground, Brittany who was bit of a safeguard was nowhere to be found.

"Hi S." Quinn said cheerily. She knew she would be in trouble for doing something to the Latina but was trying to stay happy anyway.

"Oh. So now you want to talk to me." Santana snapped.

"What do you mean?" Quinn was genuinely confused at this.

"Why didn't you text me?" Asked Santana.

"When?"

"Yesterday."

"Hello? You didn't text me either." Quinn received a death stare for that comment.

"Why have you been spending so much time with Rachel?" Quinn smiled.

"What did I say?" Santana asked seeing Quinn light up.

"You called her Rachel." Quinn answered.

"Whatever. Why are you spending so much time with her? I know you want to be her friend but you have spent like the last few days non-stop with her."

"Because she's fun. Thanks for giving her a chance."

"Whatever. If you say she's cool, she's probably cool." Quinn smiled again.

"Later Q"

"See ya S." Quinn called to a retreating Santana. She got the books she needed and went to her class.

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By the time lunch had rolled around Quinn could swear she had been asked over 1000 times about her shock from two days ago and she was starting to get sick of it. She was glad she would be having lunch with Rachel because she would finally be able to talk about something different. She was really eager and decided to meet Rachel at her locker. She saw Rachel approach and saw the flash of a cheerio's uniform. Instincts kicked in and Quinn stepped in front of Rachel. She was glad she had because one on the cheerleaders was holding a slushie.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Quinn fired up at once. The cheerleaders faces dropped and they looked incredibly frightened. Once one of them had regained their composure thy spoke up.

"Slushieing a loser." One of them said coolly.

"You touch her and not only will I make sure you get off the cheerio's but I will personally kick your ass." Quinn said with her voice steady but her anger evident.

"You aren't even in the cheerio's anymore. You can't tell us what to do." The two cheerio girls seemed to be growing in confidence.

"Wanna make a bet?" Quinn asked. Just then Santana walked up.

"What the hell is going on here?" She asked. Quinn smirked.

"I was just telling these two to leave Rachel alone or they would pay." Quinn stated. Santana rounded on the re-frightened cheerio's.

"You had better or I will make sure you get your asses kicked and you are booted off the cheerio's. Q still outranks you any day. Got it?" Santana stood waiting for an answer arms folded over her chest. The cheerio girls didn't seem to have know what just happened. Eventually one of them seemed to realise that they had been asked a question.

"Yes." She said quickly and then ran away. The other soon followed.

"Thanks S." Quinn said.

"No problem Q." Quinn turned to Rachel.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah. Thanks to you two. I owe you one."

"No you don't. You stayed with me when I had my shock." Quinn said.

"Wait. That actually happened?" Santana asked.

"I told you it did." Rachel said looking slightly dejected.

"Yeah, but you say lots of things." Santana countered.

"Whatever. But Quinn, you stayed with me last night when I was scared." Santana burst out laughing.

"Shut up Santana. I'm pretty sure she did it on purpose." Hearing this Quinn felt her cheeks colour. Did Rachel just notice this or did she know last night.

"Why would I scare you on purpose?" Quinn asked.

"So you could sleep with me." Quinn was panicking now. Did Rachel know she had a crush on the diva?

"What no. Of course not. Don't be silly."She stammered. Rachel burst out laughing.

"I'm kidding Quinn. Calm down."

"Wait. You have been sleeping in the same bed in these sleepovers? Well done Quinn, you have gotten further with Berry than anyone else." Quinn felt like her face was on fire now.

"I needed support."Quinn protested.

"Then why did you sleep with her last night?" Santana challenged.

"Because she was scared."

"Why did you try and scare her then?"

"I didn't mean to."

"Then why did you put on the Ring. You knew it was scary. I even told you I would have nightmares." Rachel interjected. Santana looked at the blonde expectantly.

"Well?" Santana pushed.

"I like scary movies." Was all Quinn could come up with. Santana looked sceptical.

"Are we having lunch today or not?"She asked in an irritated voice.

"Too true. Let's go." Santana exclaimed and began to walk to lunch. Quinn and Rachel following close behind.

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Later in the day Quinn found Puck outside of a classroom.

"What are you doing Puck?" She asked a little exasperated.

"Hey baby. Not a lot. But you may not want to be here in about ten minutes." He said seriously. Quinn knew that whatever he was up to, it was best she wasn't anywhere near it.

"So Rachel told me about that party you're having." She said nonchalantly.

"Cool. So, you coming?" He asked.

"Yeah. We'll be there." She answered.

"Sweet. Wait we? You mean like you and Rachel?" He asked suddenly alert and ready.

"Yeah?" She was confused why he had sparked up so much.

"That is soooo hot." He said.

"Not together you pig." She exclaimed incredulously. Even if she did wish they were coming as a couple.

"Oh well. At least that means that I get a shot at her." Quinn did a double take.

"No you do not. I will be watching her all night and I think I'd better watch you as well." She said very angry and protective.

"I'll keep an eye on you too babe." He said with a suggestive wink. Quinn just turned around and walked the other way.

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At the end of the day Quinn met Rachel at her locker. She had found it as a rally point for most of the day. If she had time, she would always end up in front of the brunette's locker.

"Hi Quinn." Rachel appeared.

"Hey Rach. Good day?"

"I guess so. Not very interesting but you know." Rachel shrugged.

"Hey Rach. Quinn." Finn appeared.

"Finn." Both girls replied.

"I was just wondering if I could talk to you Rach." Finn looked nervous. For some reason Quinn didn't think it was a good thing.

"About what?" Rachel asked.

"I wanted to know if you wanted to go out somewhere." He said. Quinn fought hard to keep her anger under check. She had never been this jealous in her life. Calm down Fabray, you don't own Rachel. The hell you don't. This was the first time the little voice in her head had said something Quinn wanted to hear.

"Oh um... I don't know Finn." Rachel looked nervously to Quinn. Please say no...Please say no.

"It would just be a movie or something. Come on Rachel." He was trying to push Rachel into saying yes and Quinn couldn't control herself anymore.

"Don't you dare try to pressure her Hudson." Quinn spat.

"I don't remember asking you Quinn." He shot back. Rachel grabbed Quinn's hand and Quinn felt herself beginning to calm at the touch.

"Leave Quinn alone. Look Finn, maybe some other time. I just don't think I'm ready yet." Finn looked a little disheartened but shot Quinn a death stare before walking away.

"Let's go Quinn." Rachel tugged her in the opposite direction to Finn and towards the car park.

When they reached Rachel's house Rachel sat for a second.

"You gonna come in?" Rachel asked.

"I would Rachel but I can't today. My mum said she wanted me home today. On time." She added as an afterthought. She didn't want to seem like she was expecting to stay over again.

"Oh. Okay." Rachel got out.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning okay?" Rachel smiled.

"Sure."

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Quinn felt bad about having lied to Rachel but felt it was necessary. She was now at the mall one hour later with Santana shopping for dresses. She wanted to wear a really hot one to Puck's party and wanted it to be a surprise for Rachel. She enlisted the help of Santana to tell her if it was a good enough dress.

"So, who are you trying to seduce?" Santana asked after Quinn had come out of the change room in her third dress.

"I'm not trying to seduce anyone." And that wasn't even a lie. She wasn't trying to seduce Rachel; she just wanted to show her that she was hot.

"Please Q; you're dressing like a slut. Who are you trying to catch the attention of? I won't laugh." Santana pleaded.

"I know you won't laugh. What you will do is either tell them and fuck it up for me or try and help and end up fucking it up for me." Quinn explained.

"Please Q, you might not be head cheerleader anymore but you still have a shitload of power over the school. Any guy would be dying to go out with you. I don't see how I could fuck it up."

"Look this isn't like most guys."

"Q, I even know some girls who would turn for you." Santana's face lit up. "It's a girl isn't it? Hang on let me think."

"I don't know what you're talking about."Quinn was panicking now. Realisation dawned on Santana's face.

"Berry. It's Berry. That's why you won't let anyone near her. That's why you made sure to sit next to her in the caferteria (It was true. Quinn had made sure she was sitting next to the diva.).It's why you scared her. So she would snuggle into you. Isn't it? Don't lie to me."Santana looked overjoyed when Quinn remained silent for a few seconds with her head down.

"You tell her and I will kill you. You try and interfere in anyway and I will kill you. You even hint anything to her and I will kill you. Do you understand?" Quinn threatened.

"Not exactly in a good position to be making threats there Q." Santana commented. Quinn gave her a look that said 'try me'.

"But fine. I will stay out of the way. So what are you going to do?" Santana asked.

"I don't know." Quinn pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Well you had better think of something. Although, I guess you could just try to seduce her like you are now."

"I'm not trying to seduce her." Quinn defended.

"Then what do you call this hmm? Oh I know, you are probably pretending it's something like 'she like already likes girls and I'm just showing her'. You're probably thinking something like that to make yourself feel better. Aren't you?"

"It's not what I'm pretending it's what is actually happening."

"Yeah right. Now let's find that perfect slut dress."

"I'm not a slut."

"Your right."Santana conceded. "You're just dressing like one to get into Berry's pants."