AN: So um, I had expected this to be relatively popular because, not to sound cocky or anything, but I think that some of my fics/fic ideas are pretty fun and this one seemed especially fun. That said, I wasn't expecting to have like triple digit followers on it after just one chapter (gulp)

That said, Hi Everyone! I'm glad you've read the first chapter. Now we get to see the first effects, if any, that Rachel will have from the spell.

Also something that I forgot to note in my Author's Notes from the previous chapter. In this AU Finn and Rachel did not get back together after Nationals and... let me think... yeah, I think that's it.

The day after Quinn cast her love spell on Rachel started off as any other. She got up from bed, cleaned herself up, had breakfast with her mother, and then headed off for school. Aside from the spell book inside her bag there was nothing at all peculiar about it. It was just an average day, at least for a while it was. But things started to get weird after she got to school.

After parking her car Quinn went to her locker. Her spell book was fairly large, bigger than most of her textbooks, and thus it weighed a considerable amount. She probably shouldn't have brought it with her but she didn't want to risk her mom finding it. The two of them were on good terms, but things had gotten tense for a while after Quinn decided to come out to her mom. Suffice to say, Quinn just wanted to play things safe.

Thus she brought her spell book with her. And while it was heavy, it wasn't all bad. At the very least she had something to read during any free time she managed to get or if she got bored. And it was with that thought in mind that she wondered whether or not it would actually be a good idea to leave her spell book inside her locker. The considered the pros and cons for a long time and in the end she decided that she had built up enough upper body strength to lug around an extra book.

Quinn carefully placed her spell book back into her bag and shut her locker. She spun on heel to head off to class only jump backwards into the lockers when she found Rachel standing only a few inches behind her. Out of instinct Quinn almost yelled at her, but she didn't. She wanted to, because really, it was rude to sneak up on people like that but she couldn't. Quinn knew that this year might likely be her last chance and there was no way that she was going to mess it up. "What?" As the word left her lips, Quinn mentally face-palmed. If that was the best that she could have done than she would have been better off giving up rather than going through the effort of embarrassing herself.

Luckily though, Rachel seemed unfazed by her one-word, monotonous response. She had a dazzling smile on with her hands shyly tucked behind her back. She ducked her head slightly before offering a small wave and a, "Hi." Her hand once again disappeared behind her and, for a moment, her cheeks seemed to redden. "How has your day been Quinn?"

It took a second for Quinn to register her words, still too focused on the blush that she may or may not have seen. "Um, it's been fine… I guess." It was far too early for say anything else. Although if she was having a bad day, the fact that she was now having a non-hostile conversation with Rachel would have instantly made it better. But she couldn't tell Rachel that. "How about you?" she asked, her voice not completely steady. Rachel's smile widened considerable, so much so that Quinn began to wonder if she would end up hurting her pretty face.

"My day's been splendid!" she happily cheered.

"That's good." Everything was going well, better than she could have hoped for. Quinn would have talked longer, but she was practically pinned up against the wall and that was making her nervous. She slung her bag over her shoulder and decided to make a hasty exit before she made a fool of herself. "I should get to class. Talk to you later." She turned to leave but only made it a step or two before Rachel called out to her.

"Wait!" Quinn immediately halted. She took a breath before turning around.

"Yeah?"

From behind her Rachel revealed a single flower, a gardenia. She handed it to Quinn. "Here, I got this for you." She ducked her head once more and then glanced up at Quinn with these big, brown doe eyes. She looked so beautiful, so captivating, so cute. If Quinn hadn't seen those eyes so many times before her knees would have gone weak. She took the flower and slowly brushed the petals with her thumb.

"It's beautiful. Thank you."

"No, thank you," Rachel replied to which Quinn rose an eyebrow. "It's to say thank you," she explained. "For yesterday. I know what you did, making sure no one teased me, and I appreciate it. It was really nice of you and I just wanted to say thanks."

"Oh, well… you're welcome." Quinn's eyes dropped slightly. Sure, she had done something nice for Rachel but only after doing something mean. Rachel saw the change in her features and tentatively took a hold of her hand. Her hand felt so nice and soft. Quinn couldn't help but notice that their hands seemed to fit together perfectly.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just… thanks for the flower. I love it." Rachel beamed and leapt in for a hug. Quinn practically melted in her arms. Being held in Rachel's embrace felt so nice. It felt warm and good. It felt like where Quinn belonged. After recovering from her initial shock, Quinn hugged Rachel back, wrapping her arms around her waist. Although difficult, she managed to fight the urge to let her hands drop a couple of inches. They stayed for a few moments with Rachel gently nuzzling into Quinn's neck until she finally let go and ran off.

Quinn's cheeks were burning red but due to Rachel's sudden departure, she didn't seem to notice, which Quinn was eternally grateful for. She spun back around and continued on towards class with glorious smile across her face. She had actually been afraid that Rachel would reject any attempt of friendship after being turned down so many times in the past, but as it seemed that was not at all the case. For the first time in a long time, Quinn felt optimistic about her future.

Although, she was a bit concerned about Rachel's behavior. Something about if just felt off, but Quinn couldn't place her finger on it. She made a mental note to keep tabs on her just to make sure everything was okay. Quinn didn't have a class with Rachel until third period so for the first couple hours of school she didn't see much of her except for in the hallways. Quinn had Rachel's schedule memorized, for reasons that no one would ever need to ask about, and so she had decided to take routes that would ensure she and Rachel would cross paths.

So when the bell rang to signal the end of first period, Quinn darted out the door in a flash. Rachel's class was on the other side of the building so she had quite the trip to make. And maybe she was overdoing things a bit, but no one ever got something (or someone, as the case was) with working for it (or her). Once she got with a good distance to Rachel's class, Quinn slowed down and took a second to adjust her hair. She braced herself and strode over to where Rachel would be coming from. She kept her face as stoic as possible while leisurely searching for the brunette. And, perhaps due to Rachel's height, it was actually proving to be quite difficult.

After a while she concluded that she must have missed her. She was disappointed of course, but she still had the rest of the day. After checking her phone for the time, she realized that had to get going if she didn't want to be late. She began to turn around, but as she did, she saw her. Quinn stopped mid-turned back to find Rachel looking right at her. Their eyes locked briefly and once more Rachel's cheeks appeared to redden. She dropped her head slightly and continued to walk, squeaking out a shy sounding, "Hi," as she passed Quinn by.

Quinn's brows knit together as she replied in turn with a, "Hey." She was confused. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong. Or maybe it was her. Maybe the lack of sleep was actually getting to her. Yeah, that made sense. She was seeing things, hearing them too. The blush on Rachel's cheeks, the awestruck tone she used earlier, and the way she had just seemed to stumble on a signal word; that must have all just been in her head. Yeah, that was it. What other alternative was there? That her spell had actually worked and Rachel was in love her? Quinn could have laughed at the thought.

And as she went off to class she did let out a chuckle. It was preposterous. Magic. Quinn would have loved magic to be real, but magic was just about as real as Santa Claus. And everyone knew that Santa Claus wasn't real. Quinn knew that something like that couldn't have happened. But after getting a similar reaction from Rachel while passing by her after second period, Quinn couldn't help but wonder if something really was up.

Her being sleepy would have been the most logical explanation, and she wanted to believe it but she knew that wasn't the case. Sue's practices would occasionally, that is to say often, go up until the sun and then some. Being a Cheerio meant have limited sleeping hours, and even without that Quinn still had to spend hours studying and doing homework for her AP classes. And never before had she imagined seeing or hearing things. Sure, there was the whole seeing people as food thing but that was due to Sue's diet and after that experience Quinn made sure to take care of herself.

She wasn't hallucinating now. At least she didn't think she was hallucinating. Was there even a surefire way to tell if one was hallucinating? If there was then it would have been nice to know what it was. It bothered Quinn. She grunted in frustration, and heard someone gasp beside her. She looked up to find Rachel standing in front of her. "Hi," she said, giving a small wave as she held her books across her chest. "I was wondering if maybe I could… sit down." Quinn eyes fell to the empty seat beside her. She had been so busy thinking that she hadn't even realized that had already made her way into her third period. "I mean, if it's okay with you. If you don't want me to sit here than I can-"

"No!" Quinn practically yelled out. She checked around to see if anyone was looking at her. They weren't. She breathed out a sigh of relief. "No," she repeated, in a softer tone. "It's okay. You can sit here." Rachel practically squealed as she hugged her books tighter to her chest. Quinn hadn't see her this excited about anything since… well, she had actually never seen Rachel this excited before and that included when they went to New York for Nationals. This time people did look in their direction. Quinn gave them all her signature glare. They backed off quickly and once she was certain that everyone was minding their own business, Quinn observed Rachel as she organized her side of the table. Everything had its place, from her books to her binder and everything else. It was cute.

Class started and the two of them began to take notes as teacher it out for them. Quinn wanted to talk, but she didn't know what to say. Small-talk was too simple and predictable, and it never gave off the impression that one actually cared. Quinn didn't want to resort to that. So she focused on her work. She looked up at the blackboard and memorized a portion of what was written. She looked down to copy it onto her paper, and out of the corner of her eye it almost looked like Rachel was staring at her. She looked over to her, but Rachel was focused on her paper.

She really must have been seeing things. Quinn glanced back up at the blackboard and as she brought her head back down she could have sworn that she saw Rachel staring at her again. And just as before, when she turned to her Rachel was busily working. Maybe her eyesight was getting worse. Or maybe it was her contacts. Whatever it was, it was starting to give Quinn a headache. She just had to ask. "Are you staring at me?"

"What? No!" Rachel sounded like a kid who had just got catch with her hand in the vegan cookie jar, which meant that she was staring. Now Quinn did have a headache.

"Really? Because I'm pretty sure I saw you staring." Quinn controlled her tone to not sound angry or upset. She just wanted to know. And by the way Rachel's panicked expression softened she knew that the brunette understood that she wasn't mad. She turned away before answering.

"I wasn't staring. I was… I was… admiring your hair. It looks really pretty. Of course it looks pretty all the time, but it looks especially pretty today."

"Oh… uh, thanks."

"You're welcome."

AN: So, any new/different predictions of what might or what might not go wrong now that we've seen that the spell seems to have done it's job?