A/N : My apologies for the very late update.

Disclaimer : I do not own Glee.

Love is a great feeling, especially when you share it with a girl like Rachel.

Quinn's POV

It had been four hours since Rachel and I were officially dating. Now it was lunch time, and she was sitting right next to me. We shot quick glances at each other from time to time. Santana was too busy staring at Brittany to tease us, so I had nothing to worry about. I had told her and Brittany that we were dating, and Rachel told me that Kurt and Blaine knew. And Puck also knew, obviously. But that was all. I didn't mind, though. As long as I'm with her, that's all that matters, but I was still confused about whether she wanted people to know about us. Other people, other than Puck, Santana, Brittany, Kurt and Blaine. I turned to her, munching on some food, and waited until I swallowed to talk to her, quietly.

"Do you want people to know about us?" I asked, regretting the words once they fell out of my mouth. The petite brunette looked at me with a thoughtful expression and then quickly nodded her head.

"I would love people to know about our romantic relationship, Quinn. But you're the one that I should ask that question. I mean, with everything you've been through, I don't want people teasing you about... Liking girls. Liking me. Remember what happened to Kurt, and then Santana, with that awful guy who suggested to straighten her up? I don't want that to happen to you," she said. She couldn't seem to stop herself from talking in paragraphs. But I didn't mind. After all, it was sort of endearing.

My brows furrowed and I then replied, "To be honest, I don't really care about people's reactions. I just want to be with you." Studying her face, I knew that she wanted me to say something else, so I just went on. "I'd love people to know that we're together. And if that's what you want, then we'll tell people. Really, Rachel, I want people to know. I want people to know that I have an amazing girlfriend."

Rachel beamed, "You're the amazing girlfriend," she said, linking her arm to mine.

We stayed like that until lunch break was over. When the bell rang, Rachel took me to my next class before starting off to hers. I had a thought in mind, once again. My plan on wooing Rachel isn't over quite yet. In fact, it's only just started. I was going to have to talk to a few people when it was time for glee club.

Once my class was finished, I texted Rachel to tell her she didn't have to accompany me to the choir room today. I got there before the others and waited to see who was going to arrive first. I was hoping that it was Puck, because I definitely needed to talk to him about something. And no, it wasn't going to be something referring to sex, even though he would have loved to hear about my sex life. But he didn't arrive first. I wasn't surprised. The one time that Puck actually arrived early, was on Valentine's day, when Sugar had hidden chocolates under our chairs. He had found out about it way before, for some reason. I'm not interested in knowing how he managed to find out, though.

The first people who arrived were Kurt and Blaine. They walked in, happily, hand in hand. Kurt smiled and greeted me, before going to sit down. Blaine, however, let go of Kurt's hand and headed to take a seat right next to me.

"So, how are things going with you and Rachel?" he asked curiously. But I knew that it wasn't what he really wanted to talk about. He was interested in something else.

"Very well, thanks for asking." I replied, looking at him with knowing eyes. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked. He probably knew that I figured that out already, so he sighed and rolled his eyes at me. Yes, I have mind-reading abilities, at times.

"I just wanted to say that I'm really glad that you're back, even though it has already been a few days. You know, when you were still unconscious, Rachel didn't believe me when I told her that you'd come back. It was actually heart breaking to see her in such a ...mess. I was trying to get her out of that state, and I knew that deep inside she did have that hint of hope for you to come back. But she just didn't admit it" he shrugged. "The day before you woke up, I think, she broke down in Glee club, in front of everyone. I tried to convince her that you were going to be alright, but I don't think it worked. She is stubborn, you know that," Blaine chuckled.

I just nodded in agreement. I knew everything that he told me. Rachel had already explained that when I was still in the hospital, waiting to go back home. "Thanks for telling me, Blaine." I smiled at him, watching leave my side to settle down next to Kurt.

People had started coming in while we were talking, I gave them a quick smile before focusing on the doors, waiting for Puck to arrive. Rolling my eyes, I turned to Santana, who was sitting down behind me, smiling as I saw her hand in Brittany's. "Santana being adorable, that's new," I teased.

The Latina let out a short and quiet growl before Brittany said, "It's not new, she's always cute when she's with me."

I could already see the blush creep upon Santana's face, so I decided to let it go and not tease her more about it.

When I turned back to the front of the choir room, Puck finally walked in. I motioned my hand in a way to tell him to take a seat next to me. And just then, I remembered Rachel, who hadn't arrived yet. My mind started thinking of the million reasons of why she was late, because Rachel is never late.

"Chill, she's talking to the English teacher about an essay or something," Puck announced, calming my thoughts. I let out a relieved sigh before he asked, "So, you wanted to talk to me, or something?"

Nodding, I then proceeded to explain my plan on wooing one Rachel Berry. And luckily, when Rachel arrived, just before Mr. Schuester, I had finished my explanation.

Puck leaned back in his chair, smirking at Rachel as she approached us to take a seat on the chair next to me. She smiled adoringly at me before she shot a confused look at Puck. "Am I that interesting to look at, Noah?" she asked cheekily.

The mohawked boy shook his head and focused on what Mr. Schuester was saying, or rather, pretending to focus. I tried that too, but Rachel was just too distracting. I kept looking at her while she concentrated on Mr. Schue's words, she seemed so into what he was saying. Her eyes darted from different corners of the room, then to him, with a thoughtful look on her face.

Once Mr. Schue had finished his rant about Nationals, Rachel turned to me and smiled, "Were you even listening to what he was saying?" she asked.

I wasn't sure if I had to joke, or if she was actually serious. So I opted to just nod and say "Totally. Well, I know that he was speaking about Nationals. Maybe he was talking about our song list?" I offered with a lopsided smile.

"Quinn! You should concentrate next time." She said.

"You were just distracting me," I admitted sheepishly.

That made her blush. She couldn't hide the smile so she shyly turned her head to look next to her. I grinned, satisfied because that was exactly what I had wanted to happen. Shy Rachel is very sweet.

We spent the rest of the hour listening to Artie and Mike perform Everybody's Changing, by Keane. And once class was over, Rachel and I went out of the choir room and into the school's parking lot. She was about to lift me into the car, when we suddenly heard someone playing the guitar.

Finally, I thought. It's about time, Puck.

Noah was walking toward us, strumming his guitar. Sam, Tina, Rory and Mercedes were following him.

I shot a quick glance at Rachel, who was just staring at them, and then I smiled as my friends began the opening notes of the song. It was almost a new version of the God Squad performing on Valentine's Day, but this time, it wasn't from Finn to Rachel, it was from me to Rachel.

"There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen."

They sang beautifully. I loved how they managed to arrange their voices in so little time. It had been what? Maybe twenty minutes since I told Puck about the plan? Something like that. And the song is performed perfectly.

"Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen."

Rachel was still standing next to me, and I just wished that I could stand up, right then, to wrap my arms around her waist. But my legs still felt very heavy, and during physical therapy, I could barely get them to move, but I was getting there, even though it felt too long.

Sometimes it was tough, not knowing how to move your legs, and how to get them to finally make you move again. Knowing that I couldn't dance when I wanted to, or be a cheerleader anymore, it was difficult. But I still had hope. Some people would ask me how I had the strength to move on, and I would just answer that I have amazing friends, especially one in particular. But before today, I had never told them that that particular person was my girlfriend.

"Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen."

I took Rachel's hand into mind and I rubbed my thumb on the back of her hand, slightly swinging them to the sound of the music. I looked at my friends and smiled at them adoringly. How I had managed to make such great friends? I will never know. But one thing was sure, I could trust them with anything, and that's what them best thing is about them.

"Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the gray
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray."

The song ended in that perfect note. I always thought that songs ended with perfect notes, sometimes, even better than the ones that were belted out during the song. The end was always the most amazing part for me, because that's when you just tell yourself, that it's ending, and then realize that songs never really end, because you can just listen to them again, and again.

I tilted my head up to smile at Rachel, and she was beaming at how many people were around us. During the song, people had approached us, smiling and clapping to the music. Some had even started to sing with Puck; It was like having a great big family.

"From me, to you," I mouthed to Rachel, pointing to me, and then to her, with a smile still pinned up on my face.

Rachel's POV

After I drove Quinn back to her house, I drove to Santana's house, where she had previously told me to meet her.

I knocked on her door and patiently waited for her to open, which she did.

"Berry, come in," she said, opening the door wider so that I could step in. I walked inside and looked around. The place was gigantic, it seemed like a mansion. Something very opposite to how she described it when she was going all 'Lima Heights' on people. "Stop staring," the Latina stated, pushing the door closed.

Before I got the time to ask her why she had told me to come, she was already speaking. "Listen up, because this is probably one of the only moments that I'm going to do something 'nice' for Q." Santana started. "So you know that she's been having these nightmares of all this crazy shit that will probably never happen, right?" I nodded in response and she hardly waited to continue, "We're going to have a surprise sleepover at her place," She told me.

I looked at her with a small smile on my face and then a bunch of questions came flowing out of my mouth. "And where is this sleepover going to happen? What about her mother, did she agree on having us over? Is this some kind of joke?" I rambled. Santana rolled her eyes at me.

"Tonight, Berry. And yes, her mom knows, because I asked my mom to call hers and they're going to have some kind of ladies night out tonight, so her mom says that we're free to do whatever we want. Apart from getting drunk, which is lame, but whatever. And no, it isn't a joke. Wow Berry, you think I'm that mean?" she asked with a genuinely hurt expression on her face.

"I'm sorry, I just... nothing," I said. I felt like I would hurt her feelings if ever I said what I thought. I would have said that she was always teasing Quinn about things, so maybe the sleepover suggestion would have been some kind of joke to her.

"Just spit it out, Rachel, I know you think I'm a bitch," she stated.

"No! No, that's not what I was thinking... You just,- You spent so many years pushing her down, and teasing her, that I thought you would just joke with her by planning some sort of fake sleepover, maybe?"

"Oh," Santana said with a frown, but she perked up a bit when she continued talking. "Well, think what you want but Quinn's been my best friend since forever and maybe sometimes I to try and joke around with her, and maybe I tried to hurt her in the past, but I do care for her, unlike others think." She explained. "And by the way, don't ever say that to her, or else I will go all Lima Heights on your ass.

I let out a soft chuckle and said with a sarcastic tone, "I'm trembling in fear, Santana."

I waited for Santana to get her things ready for the sleepover, and Brittany arrived just as we were heading out of her house.

"I'm so happy that we get to have a double date!" Brittany squealed, dropping her bag to the floor and then practically jumping on me, squeezing me as hard as she possibly could.

"You're killing Berry, Britts. She can't breathe," Santana said, patting the blonde's back. The Latina picked up her and Brittany's bags to put them in her car. "So, everything's ready. Now let's go to your place so that you can pick up your stuff, and then we'll go to Q's. It's almost 8pm," the Latina said, taking hold of her girlfriends hand and walking over to her car.

I climbed into my car and we all drove to my place. I got out and prepared what I needed for the night, before kissing goodbye to both of my fathers and going out of the house. Apparently, Judy had called my fathers already to tell them about the sleepover, so they were completely fine to let me go. But they didn't quite know that Quinn and I were dating... Maybe I should tell them sometime soon.

Walking out of my house, Santana waved to me from her car, with her window rolled down, "You weren't going to take your car, were you? Get in, Berry, we're all going together" she called out.

So I happily bounced over to her car, and Santana drove us over to Quinn's house. If I may say, I was rather excited about the whole sleepover. And I was more than happy to spend some time with Quinn and her friends... My friends, actually. I had always considered Santana as my friend, even though she didn't like me that much. And Brittany, well, she was always nice to me so I guess it's safe to also consider her as one of my friends.

Quinn's POV

For some reason, Mom left the house at 7 PM. She said that she was going on a girl's night out with a few friends, and that there was some lasagna left in the oven. So, I settled down in the living room, and turned on the television, almost immediately leaving the room as soon as I got there because someone rang the doorbell.

It's 8:05pm, who could it possibly be? I asked myself as I unlocked the door and opened it, only to see three girls, Rachel, Santana and Brittany. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked, truly surprised. I took a short glance at Rachel, attempting to not stare at her, because she was that beautiful, before Santana cleared her throat and stepped inside my house.

I noticed that the three girls were all carrying bags, and furrowed my brows. But as I was going to ask why, Santana said, "We're having a sleepover, Fabray. Don't worry, your mom knows because she made an arrangement with mine, so everything's fine as long as we don't get drunk."

Nodding, I then looked at the taller blonde who was carrying a toy unicorn by her side. I smiled because that's just how Brittany was, and it was amazing to see someone who was always so innocent and adorable at the same time.

She put her bag on the floor, and set the unicorn on top of it, then walking over to me and bending down to wrap her arms around me.

"Isn't it cool that we get so spend all night together? I have some board games in my bad, and then we can play truth or dare. It's going to be a blast !" she said. Once she let go of me and stood up properly, she was beaming in excitement.

"Are you guys coming or what?" Santana called from the living room. She had probably gotten comfortable already.

Brittany ran into the living room and left Rachel and I alone in the hall. I looked up and smiled, "You have no idea how happy I am right now" I told her, taking her hand into both of mine.

The petite brunette looked at me adoringly and placed the softest of all kisses on my cheek, stroking the other one with her small hands. "Well, I'm happy that I can spend some time with your friends." She smiled.

"They're also your friends, Rachel. Just because Santana may not tell you, doesn't mean that she doesn't enjoy your presence, because she does. But don't tell her because she'll just deny it, or maybe she'll kill me." I chuckled. "You don't want me to get killed, do you?" I asked, with a serious face, before bursting out laughing.

"Come on, lets go and join them," she said, pushing my wheelchair into the living room.

Santana was sat down on the couch. Brittany was next to her, with her legs sprawled out on the Latina's knees and they were probably playing the game of 'the one who blinks first has lost' so we just waited for them to finish, deciding to not disturb them.

We had already played a few games, and we were all already getting bored of playing them, apart from Brittany, who was always up for playing another one. So Santana came up with the good, ironically or not, idea to play truth or dare. The taller blonde had already told me something about that when she arrived, so we all agreed on playing. After all, we didn't drink any alcohol, so there was no risks for us to end up doing something entirely stupid.

I was sitting in my wheelchair, and Rachel was sitting next to me on a stool, while the other two girls were sitting in front of us on the sofa. We were all around the coffee table when we started playing.

It was Rachel's turn first. "Truth or dare, Berry" Santana asked. It annoyed me that Santana was still calling her by her surname, but I figured that it was already a big step for her to actually be talking to her.

"Truth," Rachel said, earning a scoff from Santana.

"Of course you would choose that, why did I even ask?" the Latina muttered, rolling her eyes.

I shot her a look, meaning for her to be nice so she just nodded and asked her question, "Well... Are you a lesbian?"

The diva looked thoughtful for a moment, and then answered.

"You know, I'm not even very sure. I think that I might be bisexual, because I was attracted to boys, before Quinn told me about her feelings towards me. So... I guess that I'm really not sure what to answer to your question. I hope it's alright if I sort of skip it."

"Totally fine, don't worry about it", Brittany said sweetly, nodding in understanding and then motioning to Santana, as it was her turn now

Ssitting up, the Latina said, without hesitating, "Dare,"

"Well... Uhm... I dare you to sing something," Rachel suggested, then looking around to see confusion on our faces. Santana wasn't the one to accept a dare of that kind, she would obviously want something more... Daring.

"That's just lame. B, please come up with something better than that" she said.

Brittany frowned, "Actually, I think it would be cute if you'd sing a song." she said, pouting.

It was obvious on Santana's face that she couldn't resist her girlfriend's pout, so sighing heavily she rolled her eyes and groaned, "But why?' she whined.

"Because, baby, you have an incredible voice and when you sing it make's you look even hotter than you already are," Brittany said.

Rachel and I just sat there, watching the scene before us. I'd have to say, they're quite the adorable couple. And the way that Brittany turns Santana into a big softie was just amazing to see.

After pecking the taller blonde on the lips, the Latina turned to us and asked, "What are you two looking at?"

We just laughed and then proceeded to listen to Santana sing.

"I'm just going to sing a part of a song, if you were wondering. You guys are already lucky to actually hear me sing at all. Be thankful," she said. "Rachel, you can join in once you find out which song I'm singing" she told the petite brunette, which made her beam in joy before nodding and waiting for Santana to start.

Voices : Santana | Rachel ("Background voice")

"Through the shake of an earthquake (I will never fall)
I will never fall, (I will never fall)
That's how strong my love is. (That's how strong my love my love is)
Like a ship through the storm
We can risk it all, (We can risk it all -Oh Ooh)
That's how strong my love is. (Looove is)

Through the deepest waters I won't let you drown,
That's how strong my love is.
There's a balloon in the sky that'll never come down, (Never come down)
That's how strong my love is, (Oooh, that's how strong my love is)
That's how strong my love is,
That's how strong my love is."

When she had finished singing, Brittany had practically jumped onto her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around her neck and covering her face with kisses.

I just looked at Rachel with a smile on my face. I leaned over to whisper in her ear, "One day, everyone will hear your incredible voice, and they'll think the same as me. Everyone will be talking about you, because you'll be a star. The brightest and shiniest star in the whole universe."

Looking right in my eyes, she mouthed a "Thank you" before pressing her lips against mine. She was so soft when it came to kissing me, as if her lips were like feathers, and her hands on my face were made of silk. Stroking the my jawline, she laid another soft kiss right on my nose. That's how adorable and sweet my girlfriend is.

A few hours later, after playing a few more rounds of truth or dare, Santana and Brittany had dozed off on the couch, their arms wrapped around each other. I would have taken a photo of them if I wasn't as comfortable as I'm now.

Rachel had carried me out of my wheelchair, and we were now sharing a big sleeping bag on the fluffy rug in my living room. And I must say, I felt even more comfortable than I could have been in my own bed.

It was nice to finally have a normal girls night without alcohol, because everything felt so... Real.

"If I lay here, If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?" I sang in whispers.

Rachel tilted her head up to look at me in amazement, "You remember," she stated, staring into my eyes.

"Of course" I said softly, finding her hands from under the covers and squeezing them. "You didn't finish the song. I thought I had told you that when I woke up," I mumbled.

"You did, but I wouldn't have thought that you'd remember that,"

"I don't know how I could forget. Your voice was so... broken. And it was heartbreaking. And even with a broken voice, you sounded so amazing," I told her.

Gazing into my eyes, I did the same. We stared at each other for what seemed like a few seconds, or minutes, until she broke the silence and whispered something ever so softly, that I wouldn't have heard her if we won't close to each other at that very moment.

"I love you," was what she said. And I could feel my heart racing really fast, as it it was would to jump out of my chest. I opened my mouth, clearly dumbfounded that I even heard those three words come out of my mouth.

Stuttering at first, I said, "I-I love you too, Rachel" before wrapping my arms around her waist, pressing her close to me.

I could feel her heart beating.

"Thank you" I whispered, my head buried into her neck.

"For what?"

"For saying that. You made tonight even better than it already was," I said.

After those words, our eyes soon closed and we fell into a deep sleep.

A/N : I do not own the following songs :

Kiss from a Rose by Seal

That's How Strong My Love Is by Alicia Keys

Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

Again, my apologies for the late update.

And a big thank you to my beta reader : Klaine Is My Life