Our lips met. An explosion of fireworks went off inside my chest and burned me alive. I couldn't process anything except for the soft frozen pair of lips that melded into mine. And I could taste a hint of apple somewhere in the mist of fireworks. The world seemed to stop in that moment. And I had finally found what I was looking for. It all seemed to make sense. Every little thing locked into place….. But then suddenly realization popped into my head. This is Quinn Fabray!? Immediately I pulled away in shock.

WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO?

"You just kissed me." Quinn answered back with wide eyes.

Quinn Fabray

'One day we'll meet and no one will cry, One day I won't ask why old friend'

Rachel pulled back, her eyes growing to the size of an enormous comet. Her mouth dangled open with shock. I casted my gaze down to those pink lips that were just on me. They were slightly swollen and plump from their action. Confusion took over me as I stared at those lips. How could they be so soft? Girls in general have soft lips…And how would I know that? I've never kissed a girl before.

She has really pretty lips. Was I supposed to feel that? A small flicker of recognition flared through my mind. And suddenly my heart started racing wildly beneath my chest. What the hell is happening to me? An overwhelming power came over me as I finally brought my eyes back up to the small diva. I bit down on my lower lip. She was staring back at me with the same confusion and desire? Little did I know I was slowly taking steps toward her. I was completely lost in this delicious electricity that had sparked within me. I had no idea what I was doing. I just really wanted to feel her again. I needed to.

The diva finally pulled out of her trance just as I approached her. Immediately she stumbled backwards until she hit the wall. Her chest was rising and falling like a weeping hurricane. I could hear her breathing heavily. I stayed rooted to my spot and watched as those large eyes flicked back down to my lips. Suddenly my lips ignited with fire by the way she was looking at them. What the hell is she doing to me? What- What the hell is going on? Why can't I control myself? A creepy feeling came over me as my body started to react on its own. Before I knew it we were inches away from each other. Her warm breath kept splashing against my face with a gentle touch. Our eyes met. And my entire world started lighting up like never before. Rachel Berry….. What have you done? I leaned in.

Rachel quickly turned away from me and somehow managed to escape from being trapped against the wall. She backed up again once more, creating distance between us. I closed my eyes and licked my lips as I pressed my back against the wall Rachel had occupied. Inside my stomach was in complete turmoil. When I opened my eyes that's when things started to slow down a bit. The only thought running through my head…

Rachel Berry just kissed me.

From the corner of my eye I could see her staring at me. I could feel it too and it was enough to start reheating my body all over. I didn't understand what was going on. Nothing was making sense. And the way she kept looking at me like that wasn't doing anything to help the thinking process. After a few long minutes I felt her gaze drift away from me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her looking off to the side, completely avoiding me. Her arms were crossed across her chest. She wasn't saying anything. And neither was I. The tension slowly started dying down. But only a little.

Did this really just happen?

Suddenly the small diva threw a confused and cautious look my way. By her quick action it made me look up. She was quietly studying me for a few seconds before she abruptly turned and walked away from me. I stared after her completely lost and utterly confused because that was all I could do. Once her form disappeared from view my legs instantly gave out. I fell to the ground with a harsh thud. Endless amounts of thoughts breezed through me in a flash. I was suffering from brain overload. My head was pounding. I'm so confused.

This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't supposed to happen AT ALL. I was just trying to do something nice… This… this can't happen. No… no… no no no! Oh, no….. Oh my fucking *& no…. This can't- I can't-

What am I supposed to do?

What the hell did she just do? Fucking Rachel Berry….. Oh god, I-I can't breathe!

I was gasping for air. My hands quickly tightened into a fist as I threw my head back against the wall. I knew the whole entire room was surrounded by air but for some reason I wasn't getting any of it. My body began shaking uncontrollably. Small tears fell down my face. What the hell is wrong with me? I ran a hand through my hair as I brought my knees up to my chest. This wasn't supposed to happen! That kiss- what did- she- Am I gay?

Panic began coursing through my veins. I already knew the answer. More tears slipped past my face. Suddenly things were starting to make sense. All the other guys I had dated quickly flashed through my mind. I remembered that weird suspicious feeling I got every time they kissed me and I felt nothing. All their touches, kisses, they did nothing for me. Everything was clicking into place. Why hadn't I figured that out? I closed my eyes tightly. And the worst part: I really liked it. I liked kissing her….And I wanted to do it again.

What is wrong with me?

I don't know how long I was sitting there for. Time didn't seem to be an option. Except that it really was in my case. With heavy eyes I looked around the large stage and blew out a long sigh. When I finally found the strength to stand I made my way to the exit on wobbly legs. As soon as I was outside a big splash of wind came hurling at my body. Darkness surrounded me. When the hell did it get this dark? Judging by the scent in the air there was a storm brewing in the distance. A shiver ran down my arms. Just then a flash of lighting streaked across the sky. I quickly raced to my car. I could see the diva already in there, waiting. I threw open my door and stuffed myself in, slamming the door loudly.

Out of the corner of my eye I looked over at her. Her head was shifted towards the window away from me. She was hiding. And I wanted to too. Without a word I started the car and peeled out of the school.

An hour into the return trip we were hit with the most gruesome and fowl storm ever. Rain poured down from the heavens like an angry Greek god. Flashes of lights sparked across the windy sky. Loud, terrifying thunder rattled the car. Heavy wind was forcefully trying to shove me off the road. I could barely see a thing as we traveled down the road. All I could see was the front of my headlights. An eerie feeling came over me as a sudden déjà vu took over me. This looked exactly like my dream. I bit down on my lower lip and looked down at the speedometer. I was only moving 10mph. Luckily, I had already pulled off the highway and was now taking the side road, looking for a place to wait out the storm. After another few minutes a large bright green and yellow neon sign came into view. It read Vacancy.

I pulled into the parking lot of the small motel. A large BANG thundered down around us. I stared out through the rain watching as the storm only grew in its intensity. From beside me Rachel shifted in her seat. I could feel her looking at me. But just as I was about to look back she quickly turned away. My fingers tapped against the steering wheel. This storm wasn't going to be letting off anytime soon.

"I'm gonna go get a room." I spoke.

I didn't wait for a reply. Instead I sucked in a breath and quickly darted out from the car. Immediately I was drenched from head to toe as soon as I entered through the door of the small front desk area. Water dribbled down my face as I trudged my way up to the desk. Large puddles of water fell to the carpet. An aroma of raw eggs greeted me. I cringed at the smell. I looked around the extremely cramped up room taking in the scene. This place looked like one of those old 70's slasher films. A creepy feeling began running down my spine. Then my eyes landed on the wall just behind the desk. There, on the wall hung the head of a very large deer. My eyes widened. Wtf? Those large lifeless bambi eyes stared down at me from above. It was staring into my soul.

"That thing is fucking scary."

My head quickly darted to the voice beside me. Rachel stood next to me, completely drenched in water. When did she get here? I followed her gaze and sure enough she was talking about the deer. "I thought you were waiting in the car?" I asked in a low voice.

Rachel tore her eyes away from the deer and directed her attention to me. Those large brown eyes quickly melded into me with a sudden force. Again that incredibly strong tension returned once again. "I wasn't going to let you go in by yourself. This place is fucking scary as hell and there was no way in hell I was going to wait in that car by myself. You do know that this is how all horror films start off as right?" She replied with a serious face.

A large smile broke out across my face. And then suddenly I was laughing hysterically. The diva furrowed her brows and crossed her arms across her chest. "This isn't a laughing matter Quinn."

Suddenly, out of nowhere a big gruffy looking man immerged from the back. He was wearing a white beater shirt that barely covered up his emerging belly. Dark stains were heavily engrained into the shirt. The laughter in me died instantly. Both Rachel and I took in the man at the desk. Omg, he's missing a tooth! Don't look at that….look at something else. The man had a large protruding scar along the side of his jaw line. After a brief moment of silence the man cleared the back of his throat. Shit, I had been staring at his missing tooth.. Heat enveloped my face.

"What do yall want?" the man asked in a deep voice.

I bit the edge of my lip as I eyed Rachel from beside me. She looked over at me and smiled softly. "I'd like to rent a room." I replied in a small voice.

The man grunted before snorkeling out loud. "Well, you're in luck. We've got one room available."

I nodded my head. "Sure we will take whatever. We're just trying to wait out the storm."

The man grabbed the key that was hanging just below the deer's head. "That will be $50 bucks."

At that moment Rachel walked forward and started pulling out her wallet. "Hey no, it's okay I got this." I stated.

The small diva shook her head. "I want to at least pitch in." she replied.

I wasn't about to argue with her so I nodded. The man gave us a dark murky smile before handing the keys over. "You know, this room is our most popular one yet."

Rachel tossed me a wide eyed look before glancing back over at the man. "Why is it popular?" she asked.

The man ignored her question. "You two take care." And with that he disappeared back behind where he came from. I looked over at Rachel. She looked back at me. Yeah, this place was fucking creepy as hell.

Our door finally opened after about the 5th time we tried it. By the time we entered the room both of our clothes were thoroughly soaked.

"Fuck, it's freezing in here!" I mumbled out as I went straight for the ac unit.

I looked down at the old and very confusing looking ac unit. Well it shouldn't have been confusing since there was only one button. And I didn't know what the fuck it did. Should I push it? NO! Don't push the button. But I'm freezing! Push the button! What if it breaks? Or EXPLODES? Stop being overdramatic. Push the &^ damn button. But…. Look, you can either freeze to death or just push the button. Your choice.

I really want to push the button. My finger punched in the button. A loud growling noise started spurting out from the machine. I watched wide eyed as the thing started shaking. Oh, shit I broke it! I slowly backed up away from the thing. This is ghetto with a capital G. Have they ever heard of upgrading? And then the machine shut off with an exhausted groan. A large grin filled my face and I shot my hands up into the air. "YES!" I conquered the fucker.

When I spun back around Rachel was staring at me with an amused look. Heat burned at my face. I forgot she was here. That's embarrassing. In her hands she held out what looked to be a towel. And I say looked like because it really didn't. Pieces of lint and holes were what made up the 'towel'. I cringed as I took the towel from her. Yeah, there is no way this thing is touching my body. I'm probably going to get a disease… Soundlessly I dropped the towel to the ground just as Rachel started drying herself off with the other towel. My eyes started acting on their own as I watched the other girl from across the room. She slowly started running the towel along her arms. She has really great arms…. They're really toned and… Oh, gosh. What the fuck am I doing?

I'm totally fucking perving on her right now. Is this right? I shouldn't be doing this. Just look away now before you get caught.

Finally after about another minute of perving, I tore my eyes away from the girl and started looking around the room. An eerie feeling began crawling through my veins. The walls of the room were a dark beige color tinted with some sort of green and black substance which looked a lot like mold. And on the ceiling there was a weird stain pattern that I couldn't identify. Is that dried up blood? My eyes landed on the bed. I eyed it with horror. It was the smallest bed I had ever seen. And the sheets… A small gag erupted from my throat. Has anyone changed the sheets in the last century? Large brown and black looking stains were all over the covers. No wonder this place was only $50. Well what did you expect? The only type of people that actually come in here are…. Don't say it. Please don't say it.

"Quinn, come take a look at this."

Rachel was at the end of the room gazing hard at something on the wall. As I approached I noticed it was a framed article. I narrowed my eyes as I read the headliner.

Missing Hooker Found Dead At The Merger Motel:

The more I read the more my face contorted in fear. Apparently the hooker was murdered in this very same room. It was one of the biggest murder cases in the town. The police did not find the killer. And all this took place only 6 months ago. According to the second article this room is said to be haunted by the dead hooker's ghost. Tourists and visitors have claimed to have encountered numerous amounts of supernatural activity. This is what he meant by our most popular one yet… Fucking asshole!

I threw my hands up in the air and shook my head. "I'm out." There is no way I'm staying here. A bitch died in here. And it was haunted. I don't do ghosts. Fuck that shit. I've seen enough movies… At that moment an image of Paranormal Activity popped into my head. Thanks brain…. Thanks for the fucking images. Again I shook my head and started making my way to the door. I don't care how much of a pussy I might look like. I'd rather drown in my car then stay in this mold infested biohazard.

A hand reached out and grabbed me. "Hey, where are you going?" Rachel asked from behind.

I spun around. "I'm not staying here."

Rachel eyed me with a raised brow. "What do you mean? This was your idea."

"Have you looked at this room? This place is a fucking rat hole! The sheets look like they haven't been washed in YEARS! Half the carpet is missing by the front door. There is mold all over these walls. And there is something that looks like poop in that corner over there. NOT to mention that this place smells like moth balls….."

The small diva began laughing. Loudly. I watched as her head tilted back, her entire body racking in the process. Annoyance made an appearance in the back of my mind. What the hell is she laughing about? This isn't funny! I'm being serious! We can't stay here!

"And I'm pretty sure I saw something akin to pubic hair on the pillows." I continued on.

She wasn't stopping. In fact she was laughing even louder. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "I don't see how any of this is funny." I mumbled out.

Rachel finally started slowing down. Small tears leaked out from the sides of her face. "I-I'm sorry!" she spluttered out. "But, you look so freaked out right now."

"And you're not?" I threw back with bitterness.

"I am actually dying inside right now. But…. this is the only logical choice that we have until the storm passes through. I know that this place isn't ideal or anything but it's something for now."

"What the hell was I thinking?" I sighed out loud.

Rachel chuckled softly before shrugging her shoulders. "If it makes you feel any better we can totally rip off those sheets…"

"I don't think so…" I replied sternly. "I'm not touching those."

The brunette gently shoved my shoulders with a teasing manner. "You know, this experience doesn't have to be completely horrible."

"What do you mean?" I scoffed. "There is no way-"

But before I could finish what I was about to say the smaller girl disappeared and quickly ran over to the bed. What the hell is she….. Just then Rachel hopped onto the bed and started jumping all over it like a 10 year old kid. I watched as her small frame flew through the air as she kicked at the sheets, trying to get them off the bed. A large squeal exploded from the girl as her foot got caught inside the sheets.

"EWWWWWWW! GET IT OFF!" She cried out.

I held a hand to my mouth as I watched the girl fumble around the bed trying to kick off the sheet. I couldn't hold it in any longer. Laughter tumbled out from my lips. Rachel was still on the bed with wide eyes. She looked like she was on the verge of dying from a heart attack. "QUINNN!" she whined out loud.

And there she is ladies and gentlemen. Rachel Berry… future Broadway star.

"You….. and Puck?"

"Yep." Rachel replied from beside me on the naked mattress.

"You're fucking with me right?" I asked, shifting my position on the bed to actually look her in the face. She was completely serious. "So what happened? Did you say yes?"

Rachel brought her hands across her face, tiredly rubbing down her cheeks. After a few seconds she gazed over at me and pinched her lips. She studied my face carefully before blowing out a long sigh. "I told him no."

"But didn't you just say that you liked him?" I asked, completely confused.

We had been like this for over an hour. Once I had calmed down and gotten over how terrible the room was we decided to just talk. And talk we did. It was surreal to tell you the truth. If someone had asked what I was doing this weekend, being cooped up in a motel room with Rachel Berry was NOT part of the deal. To make matters even more confusing and weird was that she was actually really easy to talk to. The conversation flowed like water. There practically wasn't a lapse in silence or anything. Surprisingly enough, I liked it.

"I-it's complicated." She stated.

"Why? I mean if you like him and-"

"After everything that I went through with Finn I just don't want to have to deal with any of that relationship drama. Going through it once was enough. In the end, I was the one who got hurt. And I get it, that's life, but I'm not ready to settle down yet. Don't get me wrong, Puck is a great guy. He's outspoken, sweet, and quite passionate. I care about him but I-I I'm … I don't…. I don't want to be tied down. School ends in a few more months and I-"

"Don't want the baggage to carry along with you to New York." I finished.

A small smile cracked her face. "Yeah, exactly." She replied in a small voice.

I ripped my eyes away from her and settled back down on the bed. My thoughts were going away again. This ceiling is disgusting…

Puck and Rachel huh? How did that ever happen? It's funny isn't it. Puck never acted that way with me. He just wanted to get into my pants. And he did, and I got pregnant. Let's not go there Fabray. But seriously, what is it about Rachel that makes all these boys act so… crazy? First Finn and now Puck. What does she have that I don't? Is it because she actually likes them?

Is she some sort of wizard that holds seducing powers? I mean, I don't get it. She's just a girl. A very beautiful and talented girl. She's smart, and….. oh no, there I go again. Don't rant. Stop talking about her. Actually stop thinking about her.

She's an amazing kisser…

"What are you thinking about?" her voice whispered.

You…. "All Puck ever wanted out of me was to get into my pants. And I find it a little shocking that you could put up with that type of behavior. What I'm trying to say, is that he doesn't seem like your type of person."

"Oh really?" Rachel asked, sitting up on her elbows, eye brow cocked. "So Quinn, tell me. What's my type?"

"Rachel, I didn't mean it like in a bad way-"

"I know, but you obviously have an opinion on the people I should be dating. So I'm curious as to what type of person you think that is."

I bit down on my lower lip and side eyed her. Those intense brown eyes were practically staring into my soul. I felt naked underneath her spotlight. Heat rose to my cheeks as I looked back up at the ceiling. "You need someone who is smart and incredibly talented. Someone who is filled with that same passion you have. This person needs to be able to go the distance with you. And most importantly this person needs to treat you like the only person in the world. Someone who won't hurt you and will take care of you." I simply stated.

"That is fucking bullshit!" Rachel blurted out.

Immediately I shifted my attention over to her. She was biting down on her lower lip, eyes closed as if she were deep in thought. I was completely shocked by her outburst. Did I say something wrong? Then she slowly opened her eyes and met my gaze. Our eyes met and suddenly that tension ignited once again. It was that look in her eyes…. My heart began racing. Maybe being on this bed with her isn't such a good idea.

Oh fuck….. we are in bed. Together! There was a tight burning flame that was lit in the pit of my stomach. I could feel the flush deepening in my face. A strong desire smacked me across the face that created an unmistakable wet throbbing sensation below. Unconsciously my body started creating distance between us.

"You're making me out to be this fucking fairy tale princess. And that's not who I am. I don't want a knight and shining armor Quinn. I don't need to be saved! I don't want someone that is going to treat me like some sort of figurine doll. That type of person you're describing is probably Mr. Fischer from Bio class. And he is a prudish old bastard."

"Rachel-"

"I'm not that same girl you knew back in freshman year Quinn. I'm not. She's gone."

"I wasn't saying that.."

"Yes, you are! I can see it in your eyes Quinn. You still see me as that nerdy childish girl who cried if she didn't get her way. That same girl, who believed in romance and waiting till she fell in love. You think I deserve prince charming…."

A loud and exhausted sigh flew from my lips. How the hell did we get here? What did I do wrong? Fuck me right? Always screw things up… "Yes, I think everyone has the right to feel like a princess, including you!"

Rachel sat up at that moment and huffed out a breath. "You want to know the truth about Puck? Well I'll tell you. You see, after Finn and I broke up I was a mess. And I didn't want to be alone. I was tired of feeling like shit. I didn't want to be in love anymore. I didn't want it period. And I knew that Puck wasn't the type of person that wanted a relationship. So…. I slept with him. Actually, I've been sleeping with him for the past 2 months. And I loved every minute of it…. Until I ended things."

She's been sleeping with Puck? As in MY old Puck? The one who got me pregnant PUCK? I can't believe this! This- she- she's got to be lying. Rachel Berry wouldn't ever- SHE'S RACHEL BERRY! SHE DOESN'T SLEEP AROUND! No…. no way.

There was a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach. I nervously shot her a look before quickly looking away from her. My mind was reeling. A heavy weight was crashing down on me. Suddenly my mind was plagued with images of the two of them together. A small pang pierced my chest. My stomach quickly knotted itself into a tight pretzel. It hurts… It really hurts. And I don't know why. Deep down I knew. Somewhere in the back of my mind something had tried to tell me. But for some reason I didn't listen. This girl isn't the same girl anymore. Was this all my fault? Did I cause this? Or was it all Finn?

We fucked her up.

"I'm sorry about the way all this came out. I didn't mean to harp on you like that. I know that you were being nice but it infuriated me instead. It's just that…. I'm not a saint anymore Quinn. I like having sex. I love flirting with people. And surprisingly enough, I love being single. That's who I've become. I don't want to fall in love again. I don't want someone that's going to take care of me. I just want someone that is REAL . That's all I want. I'm not asking for perfection. Just someone who is real."

My jaw tightened. I slowly sat up from the bed and stared at the wall ahead of me. I did this. I fucking did this to her. What the hell have I done? Ohh shut up FABRAY! YOU didn't do this. ANY of it. PEOPLE CHANGE! Just look at yourself. You used to be head cheerio, the ice queen bitch of McKinley high. People fucking hated your guts. All you did was hurt people. And now look at you. You have REAL friends… You care …. You're kind… You're nice… And you love…. I could feel my throat starting to close up with a bitter dryness that came over.

"Rachel, what are you doing?" I asked in a raspy tone, my eyes still staring at the wall ahead of me.

"What are you talking about?"

"What are you doing with me?" I whispered out in a low shaky voice.

There was a moment of silence. No one moved from their spots. One of my hands grabbed onto the ledge of the bed with a tight grip. My teeth were starting to hurt by the heavy force I was biting down with. The seconds ticked by. And nothing could be heard besides the heavy rain from outside.

"I don't understand what you're trying to ask." Rachel finally replied in a quiet voice.

I closed my eyes and sucked in a long cooling breath. My heart was hammering wildly. Every nerve in my body was on fire. For a moment I couldn't breathe. When I finally opened my eyes I slowly turned my head to look at her. Brown locked with hazel. In the depth of those chocolate moon's I could see it. Fear. She knew what was about to come.

"Why did you kiss me tonight?"

Awww…. Ma gosh! Seriously I fucking LOVED writing this chapter. It flowed so easily for me that I wanted to post it the day I was finished with it. But I didn't want to do that just yet. It's better to wait and be patient. (That's what I always heard..) ANYWAYS, what did you think? Was there enough tension in there? Did you cry? I was dying inside…. Sometimes I just want to yell at the characters and say 'YOU, Yeah YOU! GET YO SHIT TOGETHER AND FUCKING GET YO BITCH!' But that would be too easy wouldn't it? I have to make yall suffer a little bit. Thanks for reading! Next chapter will be up soon… Part two. Excited? Tell me how much and I'll consider getting the next one out sooner.