A/N: Woo. Another chapter before I leave for Chicago!

Thanks to harrybrandybuck, DeanCastielSam, and SlytherinSlayer21 for reviewing! And thanks to everyone who is adding this story as a favorite/alert! Y'all are truly awesome.

For the song in this chapter, lines "like this" are sung by Quinn and Hermione, lines "like this" are sung by Hermione, and lines "like this" are sung by Quinn.

Enjoy! :)

~Chapter 13~

Previously: Several minutes later, Santana found herself outside of the Pierce household. As soon as the blue-eyed dancer opened the door, the Latina dragged her up to her bedroom before shoving her down onto the bed. She began heatedly making out with a more than willing Brittany, desperately trying to push the thoughts of a certain wavy-haired out of her mind.

The next day in glee, Mercedes and Santana performed River Deep-Mountain High and Hermione found herself unable to tear her gaze off the Latina. Quinn noticed exactly to where Hermione's eyes were drawn and elbowed her in the side, annoyance evident on her face. The British girl jumped and turned bright red before mumbling her apology and pulling out her phone.

"Harry, if Hogwarts had had cheerleaders and they dressed the way they do here in America, I definitely would've realized my sexuality a lot sooner," she typed before pressing send.

"Haha! You'll have to send me a picture ;)" She rolled her eyes playfully before writing her response.

"In your dreams, Potter!"

"Meanie :("

"Well, from what I've been told here, it's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing ;)"

"Oi. Pay attention! Aren't you in glee right now?"

"Aren't you on a top secret Auror mission?"

"Touché."

"Ladies, nice work, what an incredible song!" The voice of her uncle made her look up at the two girls, both of whom were smirking triumphantly.

"And just so you know, I've already bought custom bibs for me and Mercedes here. You know why? 'Cause we's be going…" Santana trailed off wickedly.

"…to BreadstiX!" They exclaimed together, earning several eye rolls.

"You hear that guys? You have your work cut out for you!" Laughed Mr. Schue good-naturedly.

Later that day, Hermione was sitting in her British Literature class bored out of her mind. As soon as the bell rang, she bolted up and tried to hurry out the door before she was stopped by the teacher calling out to her.

"Miss Granger, please come here!"

"Yes?" She answered politely.

"There's a new sophomore this year and he has dyslexia, so he struggles with writing his papers. You are by far my brightest student. Would you please tutor him?" The older women asked, desperation shining in her eyes.

"I'd love to," she replied with a genuine smile, glad to be of service.

"Great! I'll have him meet you in the library during your free period tomorrow morning," the English teacher told her enthusiastically. Hermione nodded her head and exited the classroom, eager to tell Will about this new project.

The next morning, Hermione was sitting in the library, waiting for the student she was supposed to be tutoring. After fifteen minutes had passed, she stood up ready to leave when a tall, blonde haired boy ran in.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," he breathed out.

"It's fine," she replied, grinning when he gave her a confused look. "I'm guessing the teacher didn't tell you I'm British."

"Nope, she most definitely did not," he laughed while putting his books down to hold out his hand. "My name's Sam Evans."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Hermione Granger," she spoke with a warm smile, shaking the boy's hand.

"Wait a second…you're that girl who almost caused a sex riot when the glee club performed Toxic, aren't you?" He questioned, his jaw dropping.

"Guilty as charged," she murmured as a pink hue covered her cheeks. Sam sat down with a smile and pulled out his book so he and Hermione could begin working on his English paper.

"Well, I thought it was a really great performance until Ms. Sylvester had to ruin it by pulling the fire alarm. You guys are super talented," the blonde praised. "I'm only good at football," he grumbled ashamedly.

"I doubt that's true. And from what I can tell from this paper, you are really smart."

"No, I'm not," Sam answered with a blush. "My grades suck."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but grades really don't reflect how intelligent you are. Your thoughts are very deep. You really only need help with organizing your thoughts better. And then, I can help you proofread."

"Awesome," he responded with a shy smile. As the continued to work, the British girl could see how difficult it was for the boy to accept praise, so she vowed to help boost his self-esteem as much as she could. When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the period, Sam closed his book and waited for Hermione to speak.

"Same time tomorrow?" He nodded. "Wicked. Here's my number, text or call me if you need any help tonight, ok?"

"Thanks, Hermione. You don't know how much I appreciate all this." Hermione grinned at him and ruffled his hair before walking to her next class.

A few days had passed and Hermione's time to perform her duet with Quinn was fast approaching. Only Rachel and Finn had to go and then it would be their time. As the British teen focused on the performance going on in front of her, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. The couple was singing With You I'm Born Again dressed as a school girl and priest.

"What the bloody hell was that?" She spluttered out, a look of disgust crossing her face.

"I seriously wanted to punch both of you," Quinn stated bluntly.

"It's a great duet, but what you two did with it was really inappropriate. Your costume choice was a little insensitive and frankly, I'm disappointed," the choir director told them sternly.

"What?" Rachel called out, flabbergasted.

"Are you serious? I'm…" Finn trailed off, looking to the diva for guidance.

"Shocked!" The short brunette shrieked.

"Shocked!"

"We're shocked. I really hope that this doesn't cost us the competition. Let's sit down," she ordered Finn before throwing a warm smile at the wavy-haired brunette.

"Um, ok, that was weird," Hermione whispered to the hazel-eyed girl, who nodded in agreement.

"Well, getting back on track. Who's next?" Will questioned, looking at his students. Hermione and Quinn stood up and walked to the front of the room. The two girls took a deep breath and faced their peers.

"I honestly couldn't have asked for a better partner," the brunette informed the group as she squeezed the blonde's hand reassuringly and sat at the piano. She began playing as Quinn walked to stand behind her.

"I don't know you,
But I want you
All the more for that.
Words fall through me,
And always fool me,
And I can't react."

As they sang the first verse together, Quinn moved around and sat next to Hermione, who sang the next few lines herself.

"And games that never amount
To more than they're meant,
Will play themselves out."

"Take this sinking boat and point it home,
We've still got time.
Raise your hopeful voice, you had the choice,
You made it now.

"Falling slowly, eyes that know me,
And I can't go back.
Moods that take me and erase me,
And I'm painted black."

During the next verse, Quinn put her arm around the other girl and sang the words directly to her.

"Well, you have suffered enough
And warred with yourself,
It's time that you've won."

The brunette kissed her cheek quickly without thinking before joining the blonde on the chorus.

"Take this sinking boat and point it home,
We've still got time.
Raise your hopeful voice, you had the choice,
You made it now."

The girls were so wrapped up in each other as they finished the song that they didn't even hear the praise coming from their classmates. They just continued to stare at each other until Mr. Schue put his arms around them, finally shaking them out of their reverie.

"Guys, that was…wow. It was a truly awe-inspiring performance," he spoke causing the girls to look down bashfully. Others soon joined their teacher by the piano to congratulate the girls on their beautiful performance.

"So freakin' charming," Santana murmured angrily, glaring at the two girls.

"Girl, you've got no reason to be jealous. You could've been her partner, but you shot her down," Mercedes informed her with a roll of her eyes.

"Whatever, Wheezy. I'm out of here."

"Wait, Santana, we have to vote!" Mr. Schue called out to her as she made her way to the door.

"I clearly vote for myself. Let me know the results," she yelled out over her shoulder before slamming the door closed.

"Um, ok, well, everyone else write down who you think deserves to win on these slips of paper and bring them to me." The students cast their vote and waited for Mr. Schue to give them the results. "Well, guys, it's unanimous, the winners are…Hermione and Quinn! Congrats, guys!"

"Wow, I don't know what to say," the British girl addressed them shyly. "Thank you, all of you. And thank you, Quinn." The blonde gave her a look almost as if to say 'for what?' but remained silent and opted for linking their arms together before leading the slightly shorter girl out of the choir room.

Later that night, Santana furiously glared holes into her ceiling after receiving a text from Brittany informing her that Hermione and Quinn had won the duets competition and were now on their way to BreadstiX.

A/N, part II: Song is "Falling Slowly" by The Swell Season (or Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova).