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You can't really blame me for thinking that Rachel might actually kiss me, can you? Do you know how dedicated the woman is? No; well for the whole week before last year's nationals she refused to talk to anyone unless they had something decent to say. It basically ended with her glaring at everyone for wasting her time and when Santana finally got Rachel to shout at her for, what I would say was something a little too provocative, I wouldn't even utter the words that came out of her mouth, everyone regretted the jokes, I even avoided her more than usaul.

So anyway, back to the Rachel kissing me thing. It didn't happen. She pulled me into the Ladies Room that no one used and started to reapply her lip gloss. She's trying to kill me and I don't really blame her.

"Quinn?" I hadn't realised she'd turned around and I was now staring at her open-mouthed "Who are you daydreaming about?" You, obviously.

"What? Oh, no one." I could tell she knew I was lying but she chose to ignore it.

"I was joking." She smiled at me, something which she needed to stop doing by the way.

"Yeah..." I wheeled myself to the mirror, just being able to see myself and checked my hair still looked okay.

"Are you okay?" She had her worried look on again so avoided eye contact.

"I'm fine, you?" I replied simply.

"This is still okay, right? You're not grossed out?" Why would she think this?

"Of course not, Rach. I was just thinking that we should probably try and make this more real. I mean B and S kind of go all out with the displays of affection but in a cute subtle kind of way."

"Oh, yes. I think that's a good idea. What do you suggest we do?"

"Well, we need to be closer as ourselves first, so what do you say to maybe a date type thing, atBreadstix? Santana loves Breadstix, so you should be excited. Then we could just, like, hang out; and would you come to physical therapy with me?"

"I'd love to go on a date with you...I mean, as Santana and you, as Brittany... Of course, I'll go with you. It's an honor to be invited Quinn. You only ever take Joe, and, well, I'm sure he means more to you than me, but I appreciate the offer either way."

"I get what you mean. What do you me- Oh, Rachel, I'm not dating Joe if that's what you think. Because, well he's a g- well he's a sophmore and I'm going to Yale and you're important to me Rachel. You're important."

"I think we're well on our way to this so called 'closeness'." She had the most beautiful smile on her face, like I'd just given her the world in my words. I've never seen this smile before, I like it.

...

We decided it was probably a good idea to look dishevelled when we come out of the restroom when the bell rang. Rachel messed her hair up slightly as I did the same. She then moved close to me and moved my shirt slightly so it looked like ... she had... I swear I died in that car crash and went to heaven or hell, I haven't decided which yet.

"Hey, we should probably go."

"Rach..."

"Q, we could always stay in here all day? Or even better, go back to my place." She moved her hand down my thigh and God, what the hell was she doing to me? Wait, my leg...

"Rach. Rachel. Stop."

"What's wrong?" She suddenly stepped back, in a stance of surrender and that worried look on her face. So cute.

"Nothing. I could feel that, Rachel. I could feel that."

"Quinn, you've got to be kidding me? How? What? That's new,right?' I nodded in reply. 'That's- I knew you'd get better." She moved back towards me and wrapped her arms around my waist as she sat on my lap.

"I'm going to walk again." I sighed. I was going to walk again, for me, for her and for anyone who thought I'd never do it.

"Yeah, you are." I pulled her closer, my grin only getting wider.