Quinn rubbed her hands together nervously, cracking each of the joints and looking around the room, looking everywhere and at everything apart from the tiny girl who was sat across the bed from her. Rachel's room was nothing like she imagined, she had expected playbills plastering every bright pink wall and musical posters and gimmicks overflowing from every nook and cranny. As it was Rachel's room was pretty damn awesome. On one side of the room her whole wall was covered in an intricate design hand painted. Buildings rose from the ground, times square shone in the distance and the statue of liberty rose in the top right hand corner. A dark midnight blue covered the rest of the wall, with a detailed galaxy of stars splattered across it artistically. It was well done, and it was unusual and yet still so very….Rachel Berry-ish. A bookcase was in the corner, filled not with books but statues and pictures. There was a few shelves decorated with the same musical paraphernalia that Quinn had expected to see in the rest of the room. The main center in the room was the bed. The large king sized double bed took up most of the room in the area, and it was set up so that a string of fairy lights wrapped around the head post, and traveled over the top of the window, behind the TV until it spanned over the whole room and came to an end near the statue of liberty's head. "Quinn" Rachel let out with an exasperated breath. The blonde girl jerked her head away from the fairy lights and focused on Rachel. "Do you want to talk?" the tiny girl asked hesitantly. Quinn took in a shaky breath in an effort to stop her heart beating quite so loud. "I do. I just…don't know where to start" she admitted, looking away from Rachel to avoid eye contact. She became deeply engrossed in a piece of thread sticking out of the quilt cover. She heard Rachel moving toward her but refused to look up from the thread, her concentration was shifted immediately when she felt Rachel take her hands and stop their nervous movements. She looked up into deep brown eyes and got caught in their stare. "Just so you know, before you even start, before you begin to apologies or whatever you came here to do….I forgive every thing you have ever done to me" Rachel stated with quiet intensity, not breaking eye contact with Quinn. She could see the other girl about to object and quickly cut her off. "No, listen to me" she said sharply, wanting to get her point across. Quinn closed her mouth and arched her eyebrow with a smirk. Rachel could tell she was trying to look amused but her eyes showed a vulnerability that not many had seen in the blonde. She glanced down at their now intertwined hands and held on a little tighter, slowly dragging her thumb up and down the pale skin of the girl in front of her. "Honestly it isn't really a big deal to me. All I ever wanted to be was close to you" she whispered into the air between them, neither girl missing that she hadn't specified how close. "And to be honest you never did anything that caused any serious harm to my persons. Name calling and a bit of ice in my face? Noah did that to me too and we are completely comfortable around each other" ,she rushed out in a breath, "and when is the last time you yourself actually called me a derogatory name or threw a slushy?" Quinn opened her mouth to answer but was silenced by a finger across her mouth. Quinn's senses focused on the warmth pressing against her lips even as Rachel continued to speak. "Not in at least a year, and I fully respect the person that you are now, especially with all that you were going through, and peer pressure and all of the obstacles you had to overcome, I really don't blame you for picking on the weaker link, I would probably have done worse if I was in your position. So. The point is. I forgive you. And now we can have a proper sleepover!" Rachel finished with another squeeze to their hands. She went to move off the bed when she felt Quinn grasp her back, and pull her back towards her. "I thought you invited me over so I could talk to you?" she asked teasingly. "from where I am sat, you are the only one that has done any talking" Rachel thought for a second, before giving her undivided attention to Quinn. "What would you like to add?" "Well you got most of that right….but you missed one thing" Quinn stated, it was her turn to squeeze Rachel's hand when the smaller girl went to protest. "just one small thing Rach" , both girls smiled at the nickname, "I didn't tease you because of peer pressure or because of Be- or anything else I was going through" she stated, her voice lowering to a whisper as well. "I was…..dealing with some … feelings that I had when all of that happened" She stated nervously. Quinn could feel her heart hammering away in her chest, and she felt as if she were watching this from afar rather than living it. "These ….feelings… that I had, weren't what I was expecting to feel, and so naturally I took it out on the world, with my main focus being the root of these….feelings" Quinn watched Rachel watch her with an intensity , hoping to see that the other girl understood. "I don't think I quite understand what you're saying Quinn…..you picked on me because someone was making you feel things?" Rachel asked blankly. "Not quite" Rachel found herself moving closer to Quinn, they were now a heads distance apart, their hands were still intertwined between them. "Rachel, i…you made me feel things" her breathing hitched slightly toward the end of the statement, "things I wasn't meant to feel….not for you….not for any girl" she continued hoping and praying that Rachel would understand. She tilted her head to the left, and stared into her eyes waiting for comprehension to settle. She could tell the exact moment it happened. Rachel's eyes widened dramatically and her lips formed an 'oh' shape, Quinn's stomach did a thousand flips in the anticipation and she licked her lips before moving forward so slowly, she paused a hairs breath away from the other girl breathing heavily. The sounds of the room seemed distorted, Quinn could faintly hear the ticking of the clock, and the sound of cars driving by on the street but it all seemed numb. Locking eyes with Rachel one last time, Quinn let her eyes drift shit and she moved the last inch forward so their lips were connecting. Quinn felt her stomach soar when Rachel didn't pull away and she smiled into the kiss. This was everything she had hoped it would be, she had imagined this on an almost nightly basis for the past 2 years. Quinn didn't think it could get better but then Rachel decided to move against her lips perfectly. The two were lost in each other when they heard a loud obnoxious "Its about damn time" coming from the conjoining bathroom between Rachel's room and Pucks. Rachel drew away from Quinn with a smile, before reaching down and picking up a sneaker from the floor. Rachel gave Quinn a wink before opening her mouth seductively "Oh god…..just like that….Quinn!" she moaned out loudly. The door flew open with a bang, and Puck entered with a hopeful look in his eye . Rachel was ready with the shoe, hitting Puck in the face with it. "That's for being a nosy dick" she said, then picking up another shoe she threw it with perfect aim towards the boys crotch " and that's for thinking with your dick" She said smugly. "Damn jewfasa…I get it…shit" Puck cringed and hobbled out of the bathroom painfully. Rachel got up and locked the bathroom door behind him (a precaution her fathers had insisted she get one Noah moved in). She turned around with a massive grin and moved to sit back on the bed. Rachel looked at Quinn for the first time since Puck barged in. She was bright red and blushing with a dazed look on her face. Rachel snapped her fingers and waved her hand in front of her. "I need to hear that again" Quinn breathed out raggedly, her eyes hungrily eying Rachel. Rachel was confused at first but then realized her little trick on Noah had quite an effect on the blonde. "Well you know" she said, moving to rest so that she was kneeling above Quinn, a leg on either side, and trailing a finger up the blondes arm. "we have all night, and tomorrow, and Sunday…"