AN: Sorry about the little (or big depending on your opinion) cliffhanger last chapter. Hope this chapter makes up for it.

The tension was thick. It wasn't every day that Rachel turned down Finn. Technically, it was every other day but you know. This was different and unexpected. And for the first time, Finn hadn't done something incredibly stupid to provoke such rejection. Not that Quinn was complaining. She thought that it was about time that Rachel realized that she was better off without him. But there were so many questions that her actions had brought up. First and foremost was the one that everyone in the choir room was wondering.

Rachel still hadn't answered Finn's question, and by the look on her face it was clear that she didn't want to. She was fidgeting, eyes darting around as though someone was going to jump out to save her. She looked so vulnerable. Quinn couldn't take it. She got up and placed herself in between them and pushed Finn a few inches back. "Hey, why don't you just leave her alone Finn?"

"I'm just asking her a question!"

"One that Rachel obviously isn't comfortable answering," Quinn pointed out with a pointed glare. Finn backed up a bit but he didn't let up.

"I just want to know. What's the harm in that?"

"Finn-" Quinn's words were silenced when Rachel took a hold of her shoulder.

Quinn turned to her and found Rachel shaking her head. "No, it's okay." She walked past Quinn and looked Finn right in the eye. "The truth is," she began, her voice clear and calm with just the slightest hint of guilt. "Although I used to think that you were the one, the person I'm really in love with is…" For a moment her voice faltered as she squeaked out a name that no one could hear. She took a breath to steel herself and tried once more. "I'm in love with… Quinn."

"What?"

"Me?"

Quinn wasn't sure what to believe. Rachel couldn't have said her name and yet she was looking right at her with wide eyes. She was gauging her reaction, looking to see if her feelings were reciprocated. The shock on Quinn's face clearly didn't say that they were. Her gaze fell to the floor as she held back a sob. "I understand if you don't feel the same. If you'll excuse me." Before anyone could stop her, Rachel ran out the door.

Quinn hesitated for a moment, just a second, but that was all that Rachel needed. By the time Quinn regained her senses to chase after her, Rachel was already out of sight. The hallway was empty and there wasn't a single clue as to which direction she headed off to. Footsteps followed her. Santana had decided to follow her. "Well, that was interesting."

"Did you do this?"

"Excuse me?" Normally such accusations would agitate Santana, but instead she sounded more amused. That and the smirk upon her lips only made Quinn more certain that she had somehow been involved.

"Don't play dumb. This has you written all over it."

Santana was about to respond, but she stopped and mulled the thought over for a moment. "Actually it does," she agreed. "It really does. I'm kind of disappointed that I didn't think of it myself."

"So you're saying that you had nothing to do with any of this?"

"Sad to say, but no," Santana answered solemnly. She looked to be sincerely upset that she didn't have anything to do with the events that had just transpired. And if that were the case then… perhaps Quinn had just made the biggest mistake of her life. Without a second thought she darted away. There was no telling where Rachel had gone, no telling if she was still at school or if she had left. But at the end of the day there was only one logical place where she would end up.

Quinn ran for her car and raced to Rachel's house. Going down slightly unfamiliar streets, she drove there as fast as she could without breaking the law. Quinn had only been to Rachel's house a handful of times, but she already had the best route memorized. And so before she knew it she was there. As she parked outside, she wondered what she would say. For so long she had dreamt of this moment, but up until now it only just that; a dream. Perhaps it was still a dream. Maybe she was sleeping and this was all just going on in her head and she would soon wake up and find herself making out with her pillow.

That would be embarrassing. But if it were then there really wouldn't be anything to lose, except maybe a tiny bit of dignity. Quinn got out of her car and marched up to the front porch. She gave the door three firm knocks and waited for an answer. None came. She tried once more, this time calling, "Rachel? Rachel, are you here? It's Quinn." Still nothing. "Rachel, if you're in there please come out. I want to talk to you." While it would be easier to express her love without looking Rachel in the eye, that was something that Quinn wasn't about to do. She wanted to see those chocolate brown orbs light up, and for that megawatt smile to creep upon her face. She wanted Rachel to jump into her arms and kiss her silly. "Rachel, please."

"Quinn?" Finally she spoke, but not from inside the house but… Quinn did a quick turn and right behind her was Rachel. Apparently, she did head home but obviously she hadn't been going as fast as Quinn had. "Quinn, what are you doing here?" Her voice was timid and small, so unlike her. She looked as though she just wanted to disappear away into nothingness. Quinn knew the feeling. Instead of answering, Quinn did something bold.

Quinn grabbed Rachel by the face and smashed their lips together. At first Rachel gasped, so shocked that she almost pushed Quinn away. But then she realized what was happening and her gasp transformed into a moan. She brought a hand up to rid Quinn of her hair tie and began threading her fingers through short blonde locks. She pulled her in close, never wanted the kiss to end, but soon the need for air became too great. Rachel pulled back with a whimper. Quinn looked at her. Her eyes were wide with desire, her breathing uneven, and her lips were slightly swollen. She took a few moments to catch her breath and then leapt back in. Their second kiss was softer, a wordless statement of their feelings for each other. Their third kiss involved tongue and had Rachel pinned against the door with her legs wrapped firmly around Quinn's waist.

They decided to go inside before sharing their fourth kiss. They went upstairs into Rachel's room where they laid side by side in her room. They shared short tentative kisses, with their lips barely touching. "I love you."

"Say that again."

"I love you."

Hours passed by with them simply lying in bed together. More kisses and words of endearment were exchanged during that time. Quinn cherished every moment, still fearing that her eyes would open and she would find a pillow instead of Rachel. But that didn't happen, and the more time that passed by, the more Quinn began to believe that this was in fact reality. She went for the old test and pinched herself on the arm. "Ow." It hurt.

"What are you doing?" Rachel asked worriedly, through a small laugh.

"Just wanted to make sure this is really happening," Quinn admitted embarrassedly.

"Well I can assure you that it is." Rachel sealed the words with a peck on the lips. She licked them as she pulled back, a shy little smile in place. "So does this mean that we're…" She let the question hang, but it was clear what she wanted to know. Quinn took her hands and gave them a firm squeeze.

"If that's what you want. I know it's what I want." Rachel's eyes shined as brightly as any star in the night sky. "But to make it official, I just want to ask. Rachel Berry, will you be my girlfriend?" Rachel squealed and answered with a kiss that knocked the two of them off the bed. They fell to the floor with a soft thud. "Ow."

"Sorry."

"It's okay." Her back hurt a bit, but Quinn didn't really care. "Maybe you can make it up to me," she suggested with a coy smile.

It would be a while before they got up from the floor. Quinn would end up staying over for the night. The Berry men were thrill to learn that their daughter was having a friend sleep over, but whether they would feel the same if they knew that Quinn was more than just a friend. Just to be careful they decided to leave them in the dark about that little detail, at least for the time being. That way they wouldn't have to endure an awkward interrogation over the dinner table.

They just had a nice simple meal with Quinn and Rachel playing footsies under the table while occasionally holding hands. When they finished, the two of them went back upstairs to cuddle while they watched a movie. It was late when the movie finished and so they decided to go to sleep together in Rachel's bed, which potentially was another perk of them not telling Rachel's dads about their newfound relationship. Obviously, Quinn didn't have any sleepwear with her and she knew that Sue would kill her if she any damage to her Cheerios uniform so sleeping in that was out of the question.

That left her with few other options. One would involve sleeping in her underwear which, truth be told, she wasn't completely comfortable with, and the other… "Rachel?" she called from inside her girlfriend's bathroom. Rachel popped her head in to find Quinn staring at herself in the mirror.

"Yes Quinn."

"Can I borrow something to sleep in?" she asked meekly. Her cheeks were red. Quinn normally wouldn't find anything wrong with such a question, but this was Rachel. She'd be wearing Rachel's clothes to sleep while being in bed with her, and that thought gave her some inappropriate ideas. The look on Rachel's eyes told her that she had similar ideas.

"Of course," she stuttered out her answer before disappearing and quickly reappearing with a nightgown and a pair of pajamas. "Which would you prefer?" she asked, displaying both of them out in front of her. They were both a bright pink with the pajamas having a teddy bear pattern on it. It was a hard choice, but Quinn went for the nightgown and suggested that Rachel use the pajamas. She did. She looked cute in them.

They got into bed with Rachel snuggling up in Quinn's arms. She fit perfectly. It was still hard to believe. Everything seemed perfect. Quinn buried her face in Rachel's hair, inhaling deeply to memorize her scent. Rachel fell asleep first and before long Quinn followed. That night her dreams were comprised of the events of the day. She relived every word, every touch, every kiss. She lived through the most perfect day all over again, and when she woke there Rachel was, still wrapped securely in her arms.

She kissed her tenderly, unintentionally rousing her from her sleep. Rachel kissed back. "Sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you." The word of endearment slipped out without a thought. It felt so simple and natural, as though this was the way things were meant to be.

"It's okay." And for once, Quinn felt as though they were. Everything was okay, and as long as she and Rachel were together things would only get better. "Being kissed by you is a nice way to be woken up." And Rachel kissed Quinn back. Yeah, things were good. They were better than good. Quinn couldn't wait to see how everyone would react. One thing was for sure, she was in for one hell of a day.

AN: Well with this posted I will now return to my job hunting, that and mentally prepare for a on-call shift that will potentially go as long as 13 hours.