AN: So as I said in the last chapter the conflict is soon approaching. Well, it has arrived. One is very obvious and other is a bit more subtle but you shouldn't have too much difficulty finding it.

After a day of being Rachel's girlfriend Quinn was exhausted. Well, mostly just her lips were exhausted. A lot of kissing had taken place during the day. It was their way to make up for lost time. But as much as Quinn loved kissing Rachel, and Quinn really did love kissing Rachel, there was only so much that she could take. Her lips were all swollen and dried out. She would have used some chap stick, but she had run out shortly before Glee had started.

It had been difficult to tell Rachel that they had to stop, but when Quinn finally managed to do so, Rachel agreed without a second thought. Clearly the day had worn her out just as much as it had worn out Quinn. They sat together at the seats closest to the front and watched as their friends filed in. Due to their behavior throughout the day everyone knew about them being together. Some of them still shot them odd looks, as though they couldn't quite believe it.

No one said anything though. Finn grumbled something as he stalked by and Puck looked like he wanted to say something, but no one said anything. The hour that they ended up spending together went by like any other. The main difference of Rachel and Quinn's newfound relationship had little to no effect on anything. When Glee was over one thing led to another and before long Rachel and Quinn were kissing again.

And now, hours later, Quinn was lying in bed. She was tired. Her phone began to ring and she lazily rolled over to check who it was and upon seeing that it was Rachel, Quinn found some energy come back to her. "Hey," she answered dreamily. It hadn't been long since they had left school. And based on the time, Quinn could guess that Rachel had just gotten home. She thought the idea of Rachel pulling out her phone the moment she entered her house to be really cute.

"Hi Quinn. What are you up to right now?"

"Nothing. Just lying in bed, resting."

"Oh, are you okay?"

Quinn giggled at Rachel's worried tone. "It's nothing like that. I'm fine, just a little tired." For a moment Rachel was quiet, slightly shy about her part in wearing Quinn out. Quinn giggled again. "You know, maybe I can just kiss you all day instead of going to Cheerios practices," she suggested coyly. "Sue might not believe me, but making out with you can be a bit of a workout." Quinn heard a sharp intake of air. She smirked. "Is everything okay baby?"

"Uh huh, just thinking about you."

"Yeah? Thinking about anything special?"

"You in your uniform," Rachel whimpered. "I love you in your uniform. You look so hot."

"You think so?" Quinn mused aloud. She heard Rachel make an affirmative sound. "You want to know what I like you in?" Rachel replied in a breathy whisper that had Quinn licking her lips. "I miss your sweaters," she admitted. "Your sweaters and your knee socks. I love how you dress now, but I miss how you used to dress. I always used to think that you looked really cute."

"You did?"

"Yeah."

"Okay… well, maybe tomorrow I can… Bye."

"Wait, what?" Quinn wondered what Rachel was talking about, but she wouldn't be getting an answer because Rachel had already hung up. She considered calling her back, but she knew how stubborn Rachel could some times. Besides, Quinn liked the idea of Rachel surprising her. She got up and started doing the homework that she needed to get done.

Beside her, she had her spell book. It was fairly counterproductive to be studying it when she school work to get done, but she couldn't help herself. She still didn't believe, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to believe, that the spell had actually worked but the more she read the tome the more it seemed as though that were the most likely possibility. Since she had gotten it Quinn had been amazed by how genuine her spell book appeared and the further she got into it the more she wondered if it was.

One of the things that she had noticed about it early on was that everything appeared to be hand written, but something she noticed later on was that not every spell or potion was written by the same person. The writing style, the vocabulary, even things such as punctuation, could change from page to page. There were also faded notes on several pages, some of which seemed to be dated several hundred years ago. But that was all circumstantial evidence and it didn't prove anything. But there was something that could.

The following morning Quinn woke up fully rested. She had managed to finish up her homework and had even been able to browse her spell book a bit to find something that she could use as an adequate test to determine the authenticity of her spell book. It would surely prove to her that magic wasn't real, and yet she wanted to wait until after school to try it out. She wanted to see Rachel first. She wanted to be with her.

After a hearty breakfast she left for school and was pleasantly surprised to find Rachel waiting for her. She dressed in an animal sweater and a mini skirt. She had on a pair of flats and some knee socks with an argyle pattern. On the front of her sweater was a cute bear. She excitedly waved at Quinn before running up to her and leaping into her arms. She kissed a flustered cheek and pulled back so that Quinn could admire her fully.

"Like what you see?" Quinn sure did. She took her lower lip between her teeth to stop herself from saying something inappropriate. "I'll take your silence as a yes." Rachel strode past Quinn, giving her hips some extra sway. Quinn's eyes couldn't look away as Rachel's skirt flirted about. She watched her for a while longer and her eyes were still focused on Rachel's lower half when she abruptly spun around. Quinn's eyes shot up. Rachel was coyly smiling at her. "Is something wrong Quinn?" she asked innocently as batted her eyelashes. It was impressive how quickly Rachel could go from sexy to cute.

"No, everything's fine."

Everything was not fine of course, but at least Rachel didn't tease Quinn any further for the rest of the day. At least she didn't intentionally tease her. Having Rachel dress as she used to reminded Quinn of why she both loved and hated her stupid little mini skirts. They were always so distracting and on more than one occasion Quinn found herself staring. She used to have so much more self-control, but in retrospect that may have only been because she was still hiding her feelings for Rachel.

Now, she had little reason to not ogle her girlfriend. But she wouldn't be able to get any work done at all. Needless to say, that would be any good. A year ago Quinn had more or less resigned herself to being stuck in Lima for the rest of her life. Sure, she had dreams. She had lots of dreams, some of them being in the realm of fantasy. One of her top dreams was actually to be an amazing witch like Hermione Granger. And she had kind of made that one come true already. Kind of.

The thing was that a year ago, she didn't care much for her dreams. All that matter was Rachel and that she achieved her dreams. But now things were different. Now she had Rachel and they had a future together; a future in New York no less. She wouldn't let herself be left behind, not when finally had something worth fighting for. For the time being Quinn needed to focus on school and so with all the willpower that she could manage she asked Rachel, "Can you put on a skirt that's a little longer? I'm not trying to be controlling or anything, and I'm not trying to cover you up but I just can't keep my eyes off you."

Rachel giggled but quickly complied to her request after class was over. The moment the bell rung she went to her locker and grabbed a spare skirt and then went to change in the nearest available restroom. The skirt she ended up putting on was still short, but it wasn't as short. It went down to just above her knees and didn't entice Quinn's imagination as much. She'd just have to wait until later, but in the meantime she'd at least have some time to think about what she wanted to do to her girlfriend.

The second school was over Quinn had Rachel by the hand and took her to her car. She drove them to her house, knowing that her mother would be away for the night. Rachel had changed back into her mini skirt and Quinn couldn't take it anymore. She brought Rachel and tossed her onto the couch. She pecked Rachel on the base of her neck and started trailing kisses up to her to her face. Rachel threaded her fingers through her hair and pulled her down for a hungry kiss. Her tongue slipped in between Quinn's lips as she whimpered in response to forcefulness.

Quinn placed a hand on Rachel's exposed thigh and wrapped the singer's leg around her waist. She rolled her hips, eliciting a moan from the girl below her. It was hard to contain herself. There were so many things that Quinn wanted to do to Rachel, but they had only been together for a couple of days and they hadn't even gone out on their first date yet. And there was also the possibility of Rachel being under the influence of a spell. She shook that thought away and went back to kissing Rachel.

She sucked on Rachel's tongue as her hand slowly made its way up Rachel's skirt, but she stopped the instant her fingertips came in contact with Rachel's panties. Quinn pulled back, gasping for air. Below her, Rachel was panting, her lips swollen and desire in her eyes. Countless times Quinn had dreamt of this moment, and everything about it was perfect even down to Rachel's incredibly short skirt and her animal sweater. "God you look gorgeous," she breathed out, sounding awestruck. "You have no idea how much I want to rip that sweater off you."

"Yeah?" Rachel husked out, her sultry tone enough to make Quinn's knees go weak. "Is that what you want?" She reached for the hem of her sweater and began pulling it off her body. Rachel got as far as revealing her tone stomach before Quinn grabbed her by the wrists.

"What are you doing?" she asked, slightly panicked.

"Taking off my sweater," Rachel answered, her brows furrowed in confusion. "That's what you want isn't it? Or did you actually want to rip it off me? I suppose you could try that, but it is kind of thick so I'm not sure if you'd be able to."

"What? No!" Quinn tugged to Rachel's sweater and pulled it back down to protect Rachel's decency. "I didn't really mean that. I mean, I do want to rip your clothes off sometimes but I want us to go slow, at least for now."

"Oh… okay." She sounded kind of sad. It was almost as though she was disappointed, but that wasn't it. Quinn studied her face carefully. The look she had on is was familiar, very familiar. Her brown eyes were bigger than usual, and she was looking up at Quinn like a lost little puppy. "I'm sorry. I thought that's what you wanted." She was so upset that she had let Quinn down. Quinn shook her head and cupped Rachel's cheek. She lifted her head up and kissed her softly.

"It's okay." But Quinn knew that it wasn't. "Don't be sad, okay?"

"All right." She was smiling again. It was a small, but genuine smile.

"Hey, I'm going to go upstairs for a little bit. I'll be right down, okay?"

"Okay."

Quinn kissed Rachel one last time and then went up to her room. She pulled out her spell book and flipped to the page that she needed. On it was a spell that would, theoretically, allow her to freeze things in an instant. There was a simple incantation and apart from that all that was needed was concentration and hand gesture similar to a flick of the wrist. She was nervous. There was no reason for it to work but just to be safe she set her target, a bottle of water, as far away from all of her possessions as she possibly could. And on top of that, she carefully tucked Lambchop into her bed.

Once everything was set she closed her eyes and emptied her mind as she envisioned the bottle being frozen solid. She followed the instructions in her spell book, opened her eyes and said, "Glaciem." In the blink of an eye the bottle froze over. The ice expanded causing the bottom to curve outward. Quinn screamed as it fell to the floor. It worked. It actually worked. Soon she heard footsteps approaching from downstairs. She ran for the door and got to it just as Rachel poked her head in.

"Quinn, is everything okay?" she asked worriedly.

"Yeah… yeah," Quinn panted out. "I just um… I just um… saw a spider. It scared me and I killed it. I'm fine." Rachel still looked worried and the love that Quinn saw in her eyes made her heart sink. She felt like crying. "I'm okay Rachel, really. Go back downstairs. I'll get back down soon." Rachel reluctantly did as she was asked and went back to the living room, but not before pecking Quinn on the lips. Quinn closed the door and then leaned back against it. She slumped down to the floor with a sob. The love spell had worked. It had to. It had worked just like she wanted it to.

Rachel loved her. She did, right?

AN: Okay, so also in the previous chapter I asked about people's thoughts about a G!P one-shot that takes place in this verse. Naturally there was argument for and against it, which I completely understand. Although there was more favor for as opposed to against, so it looks like I'm going to give it a shot. I do want to empathize that I will not be adding G!P in this particular fic. It will be written in a separate fic and thus will be easily avoidable if that is what you decide to do.

LaurenKnight13 you and I are so on the same wavelength that I'm starting to really worry about it. You haven't gotten it exactly, but you're getting really close to it.