A/N: Here's the latest chapter! Chicago was amazing, by the way.

DeanCastielSam: Thank you for the review! And yes, Sam will definitely be joining glee eventually!

Enjoy! :)

~Chapter 14~

"You ok, Hermione?" A voice called out, tearing the brunette from her thoughts.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, Sam, sorry," the British girl replied distractedly.

"Wanna talk about it?" The blonde boy asked, pushing aside his paper on Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven and focusing on the girl next to him.

"The closer Halloween gets, the more homesick I get," she informed him with a shrug.

"Why Halloween?" Sam inquired with a tilt of his head.

"I met the boy who eventually became like my brother on Halloween when I was eleven years old. He saved my life that night and it was the start of our friendship. This will be the first Halloween I haven't spent with him since that night," Hermione told him gloomily. He looked at her sympathetically before wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Come over to my place on Halloween. My younger siblings and I would love for you to join us when we go trick-or-treating."

"Really? I've never been trick-or-treating before," the brown-eyed girl mused aloud.

"What! Are you serious? Why the hell not?" Sam shouted, earning a glare from the librarian.

"Well, my parents were both dentists so they didn't really want me to exposed to all of those sweets. And when I was in boarding school, we only had a feast for Halloween."

"Well, that settles it then. You are coming with me and my siblings to go trick-or-treating! I'm thinking of going as Justin Bieber," he told her with a grin, flipping his hair dramatically.

"Oh, bloody hell," she laughed. "I'll have to think of something amazing if I can hope to compete with that!" After earning yet another stern look from the elderly woman behind the desk, the two hurried out of the library and over to the football field to begin talking about costume possibilities until the end of the period.

Several hours later, Hermione was sitting in the choir room bouncing her knees with a large smile planted firmly on her face.

"Well, someone's looking a lot happier," Quinn told her with a chuckle as she sat down next to her.

"I'm going trick-or-treating for the first time ever this year with this guy I tutor and his younger siblings," she informed the head cheerleader, excitedly.

"You are too cute," murmured the blonde as the British girl blushed and turned away.

"Get a room!" Spat Santana as she stomped past the two, startling the wavy-haired brunette. She looked at the Latina sadly and nervously began tapping her fingers on her knee to calm herself down. The hazel-eyed girl next to her noticed her friend's sudden change in mood and intertwined their fingers before giving the other girl's hand a gentle squeeze. The brown-eyed girl looked up, briefly smiled at the blonde, and scooted her chair closer to the other girl. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments before the choir director rushed in.

"Great news, guys. I've had a little inspiration. This week's musical lesson isn't really a lesson. It's a musical. Rocky Horror!" He told them enthusiastically.

"Mr. Schue, while I admire your choice of the groundbreaking 70's musical, aren't you worried the adult themes might be a point of controversy?" Rachel questioned warily.

"Seriously. A school in Texas couldn't do Rent. It caused an outrage and they had to cancel the show," Kurt spoke up.

"Isn't that the whole point of the arts? Pushing boundaries? Doing things people say you can't do for the sake of self-expression?" Mr. Schue paused. "I've got it all figured out. I've cut out some of the more risqué sections and I'm sending home permission slips to all your parents to make sure they're ok with it." Hermione stiffened at the mention of parents causing Quinn to let go of her hand and put her arm around the other girl. "Ok, let's talk about casting."

"Finn and I will play Brad and Janet," Rachel cried out shrilly.

"And I'll be playing the guy in the wheelchair, right?" Asked Artie with a small shrug.

"That's what I was thinking. And, I thought Kurt could play the role of Frank-N-Furter!"

"No, there is no way I'm playing a transvestite in high heels and fishnets and wearing lipstick," spluttered the well-dressed boy.

"Why? 'Cause that look was last season?" Santana questioned him with a smirk.

"Oh, William!" Hermione called out before Kurt and the Latina engaged in an argument. "I'll do it. It'd be less controversial and I can totally pull of an excellent British accent. Plus, I'd look pretty damn good in that outfit."

"I second that," the raven-haired Cheerio mumbled under her breath, unaware of the hazel-eyed girl listening in.

"Alright, Mia. I have no problem with that," he told her with a smile. "Now, we're a little short on female roles, so we're going to have to double up on Columbia's and Magenta's."

"It's standard practice on Broadway. It'll preserve your voices," Rachel spoke arrogantly.

"I'd like to preserve you. In a jar. In my basement," Mercedes growled, causing the group to snicker.

"We'll figure out the other roles later. Who knows? Maybe I'll end up playing Rocky," he grinned as the students rolled their eyes.

After the bell rang, the group trickled out of the room one by one, until only Quinn and Santana were left. As the dark-haired girl moved to exit the door, the slightly taller girl blocked her path.

"What do you want, Tubbers?"

"I don't know what you're playing at with Hermione, but leave her alone," the blonde muttered dangerously.

"Aww, why, Q? You want her all to yourself? You're president of the fucking celibacy club for Christ's sake," the Latina retorted with a roll of her eyes.

"Don't take the Lord's name in vain…"

"Really? That's all you have to say? What makes you think she'd even want you? From what Puck's told me, she has a hell of a lot more experience than you do, especially when it comes to women." Quinn's glare faltered; she knew Santana was right. The Latina smirked, knowing she won this round. She shoved past the blonde and waved mockingly before sauntering down the hall.

Later that night, the head cheerleader was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. After a few moments, she sighed and pulled out her phone.

"Can I come over?" She typed before reluctantly pressing send.

"Yeah, of course. Is everything ok?" The response from Hermione read.

"Yeah…see you in a few." She told Mercedes that she was going over to Hermione's, who nodded understandingly. A few minutes later, she found herself standing outside her destination, contemplating knocking on the door or turning around and going home when her phone buzzed.

"You going to knock or are you just going to keep standing there?" She rolled her eyes and knocked on the door.

"'Bout time, love. I was wondering how long it was going to take you to knock on the damn door," the brunette teased as she pulled the other girl inside. "Will's not here. He said something about hanging out with Coach Bieste."

"Oh, ok," the blonde murmured, staring at the older girl who was wearing only a pair of boxers and a tank top. "Um…"

"You look a bit flushed. Are you ok?" Hermione questioned her worriedly.

"Yeah…no. I'm really confused," murmured the blonde, avoiding the British girl's gaze.

"What about?"

"You," she whispered so softly that Hermione almost didn't hear her.

"What about me?" She asked her gently.

"You…make me question everything I thought I knew. Whenever I'm with you, it's hard not to be close to you. Whenever I'm not with you, I want to be. And seeing you here…looking like that is making me want to…"

"Want to what?" The brunette interrupted quietly.

"…kiss you," the hazel-eyed girl responded nervously.

"Then kiss me," she muttered as the cheerleader stepped closer to her. Quinn brought her hand up to the British girl's face and caressed her cheek lightly before leaning in and gently placing her lips on the other girl's. They kissed each other chastely for a few minutes before the blonde pulled away.

"Thank you," she spoke breathlessly.

"I'm not gonna lie. I like you a lot, Quinn, but I don't want to hurt you" Hermione sighed, running her hands up and down the younger girl's arms.

"You would never hurt me," she mused out loud before continuing. "Well, could we just be in an unofficial sort of thing? Like, can we hold hands and cuddle and maybe kiss? I just feel like it's something we could both benefit from right now."

"I'd love that, Q," the brown-eyed girl replied with a smile, pulling her into her room. The two girls curled up on the bed before falling asleep in each other's arms. When Will finally got home, he was confused as to why Quinn Fabray was snuggled up to his niece, but he couldn't help but smile because Hermione actually looked peaceful sleeping in the Cheerio's arms.

The next day, Hermione was beaming as half of the glee club performed Dammit Janet. Her smile wavered, however, when she saw the cheerleading coach motion for Will to come out into the hallway. She rolled her eyes and went back to focusing on the hazel-eyed girl dancing in front of her. After they finished performing, Quinn removed her wig and sat next to Hermione who grabbed her hand and kissed her on the cheek. Santana rolled her eyes at the sight and began plotting to seduce the brunette. The perfect opportunity presented itself when they began their first dress rehearsal a few days later.