Rachel walked along the aisle of adventure novels in Borders, searching for anything that might be a good read over the summer between dance and voice and acting lessons. She was reaching up to grab one particularly thick book that caught her eye when someone knocked into her and dropped a pile of books onto the floor.

"Rachel!"

Rachel looked over at the person that had run into her and quirked her eyebrow.

"Quinn? What are you doing here?"

Quinn knelt down and started picking up her books. Rachel followed suit and began stacking.

"Buying books," Quinn said quietly. "Something to do over the summer."

"Don't you have Cheerios camp or something?" Rachel asked. She stood with the stack of books she'd picked up while Quinn juggled the second stack.

"Half the squad got heat stroke last year," Quinn said, shuffling with her books. "Principal Figgins made Coach Sylvester cut it down to a week before school starts."

"Oh. Do you want some help? I could carry these for you." Rachel smiled and Quinn mirrored it.

"Thanks."

Quinn led the way to the register and when her books were all checked out and paid for she turned to Rachel and grinned shyly.

"You know, Rachel...if you wanted to...if you wanted to borrow any of these you could. I wouldn't mind."

"That's very nice of you, Quinn. I was looking for something to keep me occupied between my various classes I'm taking this summer. I don't know what all you have, though."

"Oh, well...you could come over, maybe? I have a lot of other books, you could look through those if you wanted. And I haven't eaten lunch yet, we have a lot of leftovers or we could order a pizza. Whatever you like."

Quinn's smile was hopeful, Rachel noticed. The blonde's eyes were begging for Rachel to say yes. So she did. They ate pizza and Rachel went through Quinn's massive collection of books and Quinn was all smiles and she would sometimes touch Rachel's shoulder when she pointed out a book she thought the brunette might like and she would smile widely when Rachel nodded and pulled the book off the shelf.

Before long, the girls were seated on Quinn's bed, small stacks of books surrounding them, a plate of cookies on the nightstand. "You have really good taste in literature, Quinn. I'm impressed."

Quinn tilted her head slightly, wondering why that should impress the brunette, but didn't ask. Instead, she smiled, and gently laid a hand over Rachel's, idly tracing patterns on top of a leather-bound volume at the same time. "I think it's really kind of awesome that we have similar tastes. Finn doesn't read at all, and Santana just reads comic books."

Rachel looked down at their hands, and blushed, though she wasn't sure why. "Comic books are a viable form of literature." She giggled, and turned her hand over under Quinn's, grasping lightly. "Or at least, that's what my Daddy tells me."

"I don't think my dad's ever picked up a comic book, unless you count Chick tracts." One hand ceased it's patterns, as the one in Rachel's began, random strokes of Quinn's thumb running over the back of the brunette's hand.

"Quinn," Rachel began softly, almost whispering. "This has been amazing."

"I think so too," Quinn said, just as quietly. "Rachel, can I ask you something?"

"Anything." Her stomach did a flip, and her sixth sense told her it was important.

"Have you ever thought about... kissing a girl?" Quinn bit her lip, blushing and looking down at their hands.

Rachel nodded. "A few times. I do have two gay dads, y'know."

Quinn nodded also, silently berating herself. "Right, dumb question."

"Quinn?" Rachel ducked her head, looking up at the blonde.

"Mm?" She looked up at Rachel shyly, the blush lingering in her cheeks.

Rachel smiled, and stroked Quinn's cheek lightly with the backs of her fingertips. "You're beautiful," she said simply.

Quinn leaned in, and kissed Rachel gently, her lips kneading softly. Her free hand came up, mimicking Rachel's action, then slid back to wrap her fingers around the brunette's neck. Her eyes closed slowly, and she inhaled Rachel's sigh. She pulled back slightly, then leaned in again, a bit more confidence in her kiss. Rachel sighed again, and this time Quinn deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping between Rachel's lips, to caress the brunette's.

Suddenly Quinn pulled back, eyes darting to the door. "Shit...I..." She turned to Rachel, and smiled, her eyes sad. "Sorry, I just... if my parents came in... but I really kind of liked that."

Rachel smiled, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "So did I. We could do that again, if you wanted," she said, quickly adding, "somewhere else."

Quinn nodded. "I'd like that." She leaned down, slipping on her shoes. "I'd like to be anywhere else."

Rachel beamed, and gathered the books she was borrowing from Quinn. "Come on, I know a spot."