*FLASHBACK*
Quinn walked through the metal detector into a stark room. There were 20 people around her age. None of them was chatting, so Quinn assumed that they didn't know each other, and the only thing they shared in common was that they all had a either serious or nervous look on their faces.
Looking around the place, there were far more boys than girls, and Quinn became the youngest and the thinnest person in the room. Wait, maybe Quinn was one of that kind.
There was a girl in leather, which Rachel would definitely hate. She was not much taller than Rachel with the same raven, long hair, and a model-like hot body, which apparently lived up to Puck's standard, who was currently shamelessly hitting on her, but the Latina was busy fixing her nails and paid more attention to the dust on her boots than to Puck.
When the thick wooden door closed, there was still no sign of Sue's blonde short hair or the trace of her satiric sneer. The atmosphere became weird, and even Puck stopped talking and walked back to stand next to Quinn.
The raven-hair girl finally finished fixing her nails, and she slowly walked to stand in front of the group, who automatically stood in a line.
"This is not a military camp, rookies. Lose it up," The girl had the identical mock tone as Sue.
"But this is not a summer boy scout, either," The girl glared at Puck, who was whistling at her and then backed down.
"Where is Sue?" Someone dared to ask. Honestly, this girl started to freak anyone out.
"Oh, did I forget to tell you that I am responsible for the rookies."
"Responsible? You mean satisfy?" Puck murmured under his breath, which earned a few whoops from the crowd.
"I could watch my balls along with my tongue, if I were you." The girl simply stated without even looking at Puck's direction, but she did make some sort of action like cutting.
Santana dangerously roamed towards the line and carefully studied everyone.
"You think you are tough?" She walked by a muscular man in a wife beater and shoved him at the guts. That man was knocked down and cried out.
"You are more chick than an ostrich." The next man was in a bottom-up blue shirt with a flirtatious smile on his face. He stood straight and proudly in the line with arms crossing in front of his body. The Latin sweetly smiled without moving her muscle on her face and sensually caressed the man's chest. Judging from the look on the man's face, he pretty enjoyed it. However, everything happened too fast to catch. The next second, the man was swept off his feet and the Latin was leaving.
Puck was in full defense, when he came to face to face with the Latin. However, the Latin showed a nearly sympathetic face, and then she kicked right on Puck's balls.
The Latin stopped at the final stop and turned around to look at Quinn. She could look directly into Quinn's eyes with the aid of her high heels, and they held the intense eye contact for a few second, before the Latin walked away without a word.
"I will text you within one month for your evaluation."
"Hey, this is not fair. You got nothing like us because you are a girl like her," Puck hissed the words out through his pain.
"There is no need for any educational lesson," The Latin stopped at her track, but she didn't turn around, "She will die for that face."
*FLASHBACK ENDED*
"Mommy, my tummy hurts! I don't want to go to bed!" Lucy had been jumping up and down on the bed since she went home.
Rachel shot a that-was-all-your-fault look toward Quinn's direction and held Lucy up into her arms.
"How about some cartoons on TV, sweetie?" Rachel cajoled.
"Yup!" Lucy fleshed a show face and totally forgot about her stomachache.
She jumped down to the ground, grabbed Quinn like a doll, and crashed into the couch.
When they settled down in the couch and turned on the TV, there was a credit of a cartoon rolling on the screen.
"Oh, I love this song! Mommy, dance with me!"
Rachel smiled and followed her daughter to the temporary "dance floor" between the television and the couch.
"Quinn, join!" Lucy was laughing out loud and sang with the song.
"I cannot dance…"
Lucy rolled her eyes at Quinn's weak attempt to change the subject and dragged her out of the couch.
"I love this song! I cannot believe mommy loves you if you cannot dance!"
Quinn and Rachel shared a smile over the little angel's head.
*FLASHBACK*
Quinn went to the backstage to greet the diva just after her show to pick her up for their second date at 6 o'clock as promised.
Rachel was changing her costume, when she noticed Quinn. She grinned and jumped into Quinn.
"I love your flowers. How did you know pink Lily is my favorite flower?"
"I have done my homework well," Quinn smirked, and her smiled became larger when the diva lowered her head to kiss her with tongue. Wait, had Quinn mentioned that the diva was currently circling her endless legs around Quinn's waist?
"Quinn…" Rachel broke their kiss and linked their foreheads together.
"Yes…" Quinn's face had the same goofy smile as the diva's.
"As much as I want to keep doing what we were doing, we need to go with the tradition."
"Which is?" Quinn was leaning in her head and tried to steal a kiss from the diva, but she ducked her.
"Which is no intimate behavior before the third date."
Quinn grimaced, "Okay."
"You are fine with that?" Rachel was worrying that Quinn may hate her old-fashioned way of dating. Just as she was about to say how impressed she felt about Quinn's consideration and respect, she noticed the dreamy look on Quinn's face and the harden part of Quinn's lower body, which was poking her now.
"QUINN! You are totally thinking about the aftermath of our third date, aren't you?" Rachel playfully smacked Quinn on the arm and jumped out of Quinn's arms.
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Just as Quinn was about to protest, Rachel pushed Quinn out of the dressing room. Quinn waited for a moment. Just as Quinn was going to apologize to the diva, the door of the dressing room opened.
"Quinn?"
Quinn made a few unintelligent noises. Whom to blame? The angelic devil in Quinn's old baby-doll sundress, which ended above the diva's thigh?
To say that Quinn was drooling over her own clothing was kinda creepy, but that dress looked damn good on the diva, tight at every right place.
"You like it?" Rachel teased and turned around to make the dress flying in the air to flesh some of her tanned skin.
Quinn failed to make any sound, so she just nodded.
"Quinn, collect your jaw from the floor and let's move to my place."
Although Quinn had a really hard time to remember her name, she didn't need to be told twice.
And she did remember to put a long coat around the diva's body when they walked to their car.
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"Not complaining here, but don't you think it's a little bit too fast?" Quinn gestured between them, when they sat down on the couch in the center of the living room of Rachel's apartment.
Rachel just shrugged.
"I thought you were the girl who loves classic romance, like hanging out in an old movie theatre or the Broadway stage, in your case, and having a picnic. You will be the one who love being wooed and read sonnet at the mid of the night by your window."
"First of all, it's normal for an artist to have romantic heart," Rachel put her hands on her hips. "Second, you are a mystery. Explain to me why I am here with you, if you insist that I am a classic romantic."
"Mystery is part of the romance, you know," Quinn had a smug smile on her face. "Otherwise, how did a princess fall in love with…"
"A poor reporter?"
"Hey, that's journalist!"
"Alright. Wait, you love Roman Holiday?"
Quinn blushed, "Well, that's..."
Rachel laughed, "Oh, boy. You love Roman Holiday?"
"Audrey Hepburn was the classic of the classic!"
"You have a thing for her?"
"No! Well, not like that..." Quinn blushed.
"Come on, she was pretty and a princess."
"She was elegant, but I love Megan Fox type better."
"Wow, wild sexiness type. Noted."
Quinn grumbled.
"I was missing with you. I love her Breakfast in Tiffany."
"Score one in mutual interest!" Quinn smirked.
"Only one so far in that category?"
Quinn at first though the diva was teasing, but she realized how serious she was, when she took out a piece of paper and drew a Van diagram.
"What are you doing?"
"A healthy relationship should be built upon multiple interests and hobbies."
"Okay." Quinn readjusted her position on the couch, and she pulled the diva down into her lap.
"Quinn, stop it." Rachel dodged Quinn's kisses on her neck.
Quinn stopped and raised her hand.
"Yes, Quinn, you may ask."
"Thank you, Ms. Berry. I just want to know if I can get a kiss for each correct answer."
"Yes, you may, Ms. Fabray." Rachel put down the pen and the piece of paper and kissed Quinn on the lips.
"Yeah, I got the bonus!" Quinn grinned through the kiss.
"You wish, Quinn." Rachel broke the kiss.
"Come on, Rach. I almost thought my fantasy came true," Quinn pledged.
Rachel rolled her eyes, "You are unbelievable."
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"I don't want to share you with a gaggle of envious women," Rachel stated out of blue.
Quinn raised her eyebrow and silently inquired the diva the meaning behind the statement."
"You ask why I chose my place for our second date."
Quinn smiled, but she couldn't help teasing the diva by asking, "What gaggle?"
"The waitress and every girl in the restaurant or in the street in the morning's case who would be lucky enough to lay eyes on you."
"You mean you included?"
"Quinn Fabray!"
"Easy, babe. My eyes are all in you."
"Sometimes, you walk in a thin line between being a true romantic and an unbelievable jerk."
"You like me, and that's all the matter."
"Lucky you. I do like you."
They sipped their wine and locked their eyes together.
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Rachel was preparing dinner in the kitchen, while Quinn was helping her and occasionally got a few kisses as reward.
"Sexist men in the world?" Quinn was engulfed with the armor of Rachel, when she was loosely holding her from behind. She had to admit that she really loved touching her, as if her nature scent and her warmth could calm her and make her feel safe.
"Brad Bitt? Nah… I will go for Johnny Depp for this one," Rachel thought for a moment.
"Yeah, me too. I mean I am more into his fiancée, but..."
"The Rum Diary?"
"Yeah, scores three now!"
"What's the two?"
"The teacher and student fantasy didn't count?"
"Shut up, Quinn."
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Quinn took a bite at the Caponata under the intense stare of Rachel.
"Oh, God, this is amazing!" Quinn moaned and met with Rachel's raising eyebrow. "What?"
"Would you change a face into a less organic one?" Rachel half teased and half embarrassed.
"Brother you much?" Quinn smirked.
"Nope." Rachel shook her head.
Quinn pouted.
"Hunger me much."
Quinn nearly choked on the food.
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"Wait, I thought you were vegan."
"I am a vegan."
"Then how come you cook Saltimbocca and Polenta so nice." Quinn poked the empty dishes in front of her with her index finger.
"My daddy is a cook," Rachel beamed with pride.
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"Rach."
"Yes."
"I may be on a trip soon."
"For work?"
"Yes. I may find a job after this trip.'
"Great. So... What's the job like?"
"I may not get..."
"Yes, I am sure you will get this job. Come on, it does not hurt to think for a while."
Quinn was biting her inter mouth. How much can she tell her?
"This job didn't say exactly. It is a job that challenging and creative, full of uncertainty."
"Arts?"
"Nope."
"Advertisement?"
"I may consider that one."
"Um... How many chances do I have?"
"As long as you are willing to guess," Quinn replied without thinking.
Rachel studied Quinn for a minute and then smiled, "Tell me you will not be a contract killer."
"No, I won't." Quinn returned her smile.
Rachel brooded for a while and then nodded her head, "You will tell me when you are recruited, right?"
"Yup. You will be the first one to know."
"Even before Puck?" Rachel asked hopefully. She was really like a child sometimes.
"Well, he will be in the job pool as well, so..." Quinn scratched the back of her neck.
Rachel pouted.
"You will be the first one I tell, okay?" Quinn quickly replied and kissed the diva.
"Fine." Rachel smiled.
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"Would you like a third date with me?"
"I thought you were leaving."
"From you? Never. Don't hold your breath for the riddance."
"What if this job requires you to move to China?"
"I will figure out a way. Don't you think phone sexes add seasonings to our love life?"
"You are a pig!" Rachel playfully smacked Quinn's arm.
"Hey, I would never ever ever get away from you."
Rachel was staring at Quinn as if she was expecting an improvised revised Taylor Swift's song or something.
"You seem really into this job, so I don't want to be the one who is holding you back."
Quinn's eyes softened, "I would always come back to you."
"Why?"
"Because you are my soft switch."
Rachel had a really bad urge to kiss Quinn right now, and she did, which left Quinn dizzy and speechless.
"So back to the third date. Where are you going to take me? The last one was the best in my life."
Quinn smiled smugly. Then, she landed her eyes on the dishes, desserts, drinks, and candles in front of her.
"Yours is my best too. It's been a while since I had some homemade dinner. And regarding our third date… Let's leave it a secret."
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"Would you pick up song on my iPod?" Rachel insisted to share the duty of washing the dishes, even though Quinn got it all under control.
"Sure." Quinn opened Rachel's iPod and was amazed by the amount of music shown on the screen. She hadn't listened to half of them. She smiled when she saw the category "Music for Second Date with Q."
She clicked on the play icon, and the low, soft tone of music was playing on the background.
"I assume you find your favorite." Rachel smirked.
"Yeah, I definitely love this song. What's the name?"
"El Baile de los Selenitas. You never heard this one before?" Rachel seemed to feel this knowledge incredulous. "This is Bandari. This song is in their latest album."
"So no lyric?" Quinn was afraid the diva was going to start a PowerPoint lecture.
"Music is the best word. Listening to the whisper from the nature is the best way to relax for soulless New Yorkers."
"So we are all soulless?" Quinn gestured between the diva and her.
"I didn't say that," Rachel dried her hands. "For your information, you can switch it, silly."
"I heard this one before." Quinn was stomping her foot along with the beat.
"Oh, I love this song! It always makes me wanna dance! Come on, Quinn. Just dance!" Rachel was humming along with prelude.
"Wait, I knew 'Just Dance' is Gaga's." Quinn suddenly felt that her throat was dry.
Rachel rolled her eyes at Quinn's weak attempt to change the subject and dragged her out of the couch.
My heart is paralyzed
My head was oversized
I'll take the high road like I should
Rachel put out a cowboy hat out of nowhere and started to sway her body in a delicious way towards Quinn.
You said it's meant to be
That it's not you, it's me
You're leaving now for my own good
Rachel was using the air microphone to dramatically lip singing.
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say
She went down in an airplane
Rachel was flipping her arms really hard to pretend she was a plane, which was so adorable that it made Quinn laughed out loud.
Fried getting suntan
Rachel was acting as if she was a valley girl on the beach under a burning sun.
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me,
I'm no good at goodbyes!
She met a shark under water
Fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me,
I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died
Rachel pulled Quinn to circle and to jump up and down like two crazy people around the room and laughed hysterically.
My pride still feels the sting
You were my everything
Someday I'll find a love like yours
(a love like yours)
Rachel pointed directly at Quinn as if Quinn was the heartbreaker.
She'll think I'm Superman
Quinn mimicked the trademark of the Superman and drew a capital "S" in front of her chest.
Not super minivan
How could you leave on Yom Kippur?
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say
She was caught in a mudslide
Eaten by a lion
Quinn was copying the lion of MGM, when she was tickling Rachel all over.
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me,
I'm no good at goodbyes!
She dried up in the desert
Drown in a hot tub
Quinn mouthed to Rachel, "We should try that."
Danced to death at an east side night club
Rachel mouthed back, "If we do this first."
Help me, help me,
I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died
I wanna live a thousand lives with you
I wanna be the one you're dying to
Love...
They locked their eyes and held their eye contact.
but you don't want to
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say
She went down in an airplane
Fried getting suntan
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me,
I'm no good at goodbyes!
She met a shark under water
Fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me,
I'm all out of lies
She was caught in a mudslide
Eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me,
I'm no good at goodbyes!
She dried up in the desert
Drown in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side night club
Help me, help me,
I'm all out of lies
And ways to say goodbye
After the song died out, both Rachel and Quinn was inhaling and exhaling quickly with huge smiling faces.
Quinn stared at the insane diva next to her, and she realized this was probably the most natural and the happiest moment in her life.
So she asked without hesitation.
"Be my girlfriend?"
Rachel was taken off the guard, but then she grinned like mad, "I thought you could never ask."
"I want to do it right." Quinn rubbed the back of her next and coyly smiled.
"What do you mean?" Rachel put her arms around Quinn's neck and whispered.
"Making love to your girlfriend after the third date instead of having a fling with an undefined hottie."
"Sometimes, you walk in a thin line between…"
"Being a true romantic and an unbelievable jerk, and I know that you like me."
"Don't push it, Quinn."
"Sorry, ma'am."
"Shut up and kiss me!"
"And Quinn?"
"Hum…"
"Don't call me ma'am!"
*FLASHBACK ENDED*
50 Ways To Say Goodbye by Train