"HI"

Quinn heard as she stepped out of the locker room. She'd recognized that voice anywhere. She stopped instantly and looked back.

It was Rachel; she was leaning on the wall right next to the locker room door, holding her books to her chest. Quinn didn't notice the brunette in her haste to get out of the locker room. Her heart started to beat erratically. The petite girl was smiling at her. And her eyes were sparkling as they always were. And she always thought that the wind followed the princess whenever she walked. Now that Rachel was just standing there, the wind seemed to curl around her shoulder length hair, lightly blowing it.

"Going home?" Rachel spoke up again.

"Yeah…"

"Since we're going the same way, do you mind if I walk with you?"

A frown broke out of Quinn's face. She wasn't sure if she was hearing the brunette correctly. Rachel was the only one she could think about the past week. She had been intentionally going to the spots Rachel frequented in just to get her attention or rather make her angry just to get it.

Now, out of nowhere, Rachel was standing in front of her, asking her to walk home together. Quinn wondered what good deed she did that day to have such good luck.

"Do you not want me to walk home with you?" Rachel said in a teasing tone.

"Why are you so nice today?" The blonde asked incredulously. "Do you need a favor or something?"

Rachel pouted her lips. "I just wanted to apologize for how acted towards you this past week, Quinn. Come on, let's just walk home together. It's not that far from here." Which was an understatement because her house was at least three miles away, but she wanted to take a walk with the blonde?

The brunette started walking and she was already a few steps away before Quinn started to move again, suddenly grabbing Rachel's arm.

"Hey, what did I do?" And who do I owe for your sudden change of heart?" Quinn asked, taking Rachel's books from her.

The brunette shrugged her shoulders, facing the blonde. "Your…" Her teeth toyed with her lower lip. What she was about to say will be her boldest statement in her life. "Your offer to not end our fake relationship, does it still stands?"

Quinn was searching for words to say and when she finally found it. "Why are you asking me that?" she asked sharply. She couldn't quite pin point what Rachel was really up to. The brunette's change of heart was as sudden as a storm changing directions.

"What I'm doing is very hard for me, Quinn?" Rachel said in a soft voice, "after how I've been treating you this past week. So please, don't answer my questions with another question…"

"It is…" Quinn said with uncertainty. "Now does that mean you want to be my girl now, Rachel?" she asked seriously, her eyes boring intently on her.

Rachel stood there for a few more moments, looking down at her shoes before finally meeting the blonde's gaze. "Yes."

Quinn straightened her posture, not sure of what to say or do. She was sure she didn't have a hearing impairment. And she was too ecstatic to say anything. Her eyes wandered around her surroundings. School had been out for the day for quite a while now, but there were still other students lingering around.

"Hey, don't just stand there. Say something," Rachel said, imploring her.

Quinn shook her head, grinning. "I… I don't want to say anything," she said huskily. Her eyes focused on her lips. "I only want to kiss you at this moment if it is possible… that is to seal the start of this relationship."

"Promise? The brunette teased.

Quinn groaned. "Don't tempt me, Rachel…"

She laughed softly. She couldn't explain why she was suddenly happy. She started to walk. "Let's go. Maybe you can do that some other time…"

"Do what?"

"The sealing of this relationship. But I hope you'll do it soon."

Quinn didn't take Rachel home right away; she took her out to eat instead.

"Hey, what's up with you?" Rachel asked laughingly, gently tapping Quinn's arm. "You've been staring at me. I'm sure I don't have anything on my face because you would have already told me if I did."

"You're really are my girl now… my girl… my girl!" Quinn chanted.

Rachel rolled her eyes and laughed. "You're crazy. As if this is the first time you're getting one. I know about those girls you went out with in the beginning of the year."

"Yes. But you're different… I mean, what happened between us was different. I hated you first… No. I didn't hate you," Quinn amended abruptly. "That's too harsh of a word. I just didn't like how everyone was drooling over you. You acted like a princess and a snobbish one at that… I promised myself I wouldn't be one of them. But, I, too, caught the fever that had gotten those fools laughed at."

"S-should I take that as a compliment?" Rachel asked, suddenly noticing that her voice was trembling a little. Quinn was speaking with intensity in her voice.

"You should. Now shake the hand of a brand new fool," the blonde said, and reached for the brunette's hand, enveloping it with hers. "And I've been wondering today what you did to me to make me fall this way… so shard… and so fast."

"Quinn—"

"I love you, Rachel…"

Rachel gasped in surprise, her eyes slightly widening, halting the fork from reaching her mouth. Quinn loves her!

She finally decided to date Quinn because she realized last Saturday, after her date with Finn, that gay or not, Quinn was the one she wanted to be with. The blonde was interesting and exciting and she couldn't deny her feelings for the blonde anymore. She didn't want to miss her chance. But for Quinn to talk about love… to tell her that she loved her was too much.

"Wow," the petite girl said, after a few seconds, placing her fork down on her plate and tried to put some humor in her voice, "you could have chosen a more romantic place to tell me that, Quinn. But okay, I'll forgive you as long you keep your promise."

Quinn's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"To seal this relationship with a kiss…" Rachel said alluringly.

"Now?"

Rachel pretended to look around the diner that was full of people. Then she wrinkled her nose. "Maybe, some other time…"

"Let's get out of her," Quinn said, standing up rather unexpectedly. "I'll take you home…"

Rachel almost groaned, feeling slightly disappointed that their date was about to be over. How can Quinn suddenly want to take her home after such declaration of love? Wiping away all of the romantic notions she was expecting Quinn to do after such declaration.

"B—but you've hardly eaten your BLT sandwich…" Rachel said, trying to prolong their moments together.

"Forget about that. Let's go, it's getting late…"

Quinn held her arm, leading her out of the café in big steps.

They walked to the nearest bust stop, and got on. Rachel was really tempted to say that she didn't want to go home yet, but she remained quiet instead. Quinn was the same, she didn't say a word, but she kept their hands entwined during the entire ride, caressing her fingers every now and then. And it felt so sweet and nice.

After a few moments, they finally reached the petite girl's house. And when Rachel was about to open the door, Quinn stopped her.

"Not yet," and to Rachel's surprised the blonde pulled their bodies together. Then she lowered her head and slowly brushed her lips with the brunette's. It started gently, and then her tongue delved into the warm crevices of her mouth, reaching far. Quinn angled her head, sealing their mouths perfectly.

Rachel was gasping breathlessly. This kiss was above and beyond the kiss Finn gave her. It was gentle… it was sweet… it was thorough… and it was deep and sensual. Her knees were trembling. She felt heat ran down through her stomach. Again, she was surprised to feel that foreign thing she felt when Quinn first held her and kissed her.

Awkwardly, her hands raised to Quinn's nape… her fingers caressed her hair and was surprised to find it soft and silky.

A nearby dog bark was what it took for the blonde to finally release her lips. And they just remained standing in the front of the door for what seemed like an infinite amount of time, just staring at each, boring them into each other's soul.

Then Quinn broke the spell when she raised her hand and gently wiped the moist from her lips with her thumb finger.

"W-w-where did you learn to kiss like that?" Rachel asked, her chest heaving softly.

"Like what?" Even though the first inside her body was still raging, Quinn couldn't help but be amused by her girl's question.

"You know what I mean," Rachel said, bowing her head, suddenly feeling shy.

"That's a trade secret," the blonde said, chuckling softly. "What's important is that I kept my promise…"

Rachel instantly raised her head, looking up at Quinn with her eyes slightly widening. "That's why you were in a rush to get me home!"

The blonde grinned. "Yup. This is the only private place I could think of. And I know your dads wouldn't be home until later."

The brunette smiled. "Could I—could I asked you something about this relationship?"

"Fire away."

Rachel leaned on the front door, biting her lip for a second, then, "I don't want to tell my friends about us yet. And I hope you wouldn't tell your friends either…"

Quinn's looked at the brunette, scrunching her forehead while all of the passion in her eyes disappeared instantly, filling them up with irritation instead. "Are you ashamed to be with me, is that what it is? What's this all about, sweetheart?" she asked sarcastically.

"Quinn, please understand…" There was a soft pleading in her voice. "This is all new to me, and okay, I… I have a confession to make," the brunette added. "I didn't like you in the beginning—"

"Wow! Really? I couldn't tell," the blonde said dryly, not wanting to hear the petite girl change her mind about their relationship, she didn't think she could just let her go. She was her girl now – snob or not. And there was no turning back.

"That was before, Quinn… Oh, well, not until lately. I've heard rumors about you in school. But somehow in those two Saturday we spent together… I realized you're such a likeable, charming girl. But… but I tried to ignore it. You see, I've got this terrible crush on Finn…"

"As if I didn't know…" Quinn said sarcastically, while another feeling of dread filled her chest.

"Will you stop interrupting me," the brunette said, rolling her eyes before continuing. "I had this perfect idea of a boyfriend. And you didn't exactly fit it. And for a while Finn was my ideal leading man. And I couldn't turn off my feelings like a faucet just because I spent two days with you. And even though I never got to spend time with Finn like we did, he had a good reputation. In fact, he was every girl's idea of a perfect boyfriend…

"So what are you trying to say? Just get straight to the point. So, you don't want people knowing you're my girlfriend because…"

"All of my friends know that you're not the one that I like, Quinn. I don't want them to laugh at me for my sudden change of heart…"

"Because you chose to be with a lesbian, dirty mechanic? A girl with a horrible reputation at school? Like how she might be a drug addict or how she apparently sold one of my kidneys just to support my addiction?" Quinn said angrily.

"It's not like that; I realized we've misjudged you!" Rachel's tone rose, but immediately lowering it. It was the first day of them being together and they were already fighting. "But the fact that I'm the one who approached you should mean something, right? Aren't I the one who wanted us to have a relationship?" the brunette said softly.

"Why?" Quinn demanded sharply. "I want to know your reason, Rachel. Maybe this is just one big joke to you and your friends. When you spent last week avoiding me like a plague and giving me the cold shoulders—"

"Because I like you, too!" Rachel almost shouted. She wanted to get hurt from what Quinn just said, but she couldn't really blame her. Their relationship did rather start abruptly. "I was with Finn last Saturday, but you were all I could think about!"

"Why? Because of the kiss?"

"No, because he kissed me, too, and—"

"Ohhh… so you were comparing notes!" Quinn's face darkened even more from thinking about Finn's lips on Rachel's.

"Quinn I can't possibly give you a proper explanation if you're going to get angry at every single thing I tell you. Do we really have to quarrel over a simple request?"

The blonde sighed, looking up in the sky trying to collect her calm before meeting Rachel's eyes once again. "Do I have a choice?"

"You do," Rachel replied. "It's not like I would break up with you just because you happened to tell everyone. You're a lot more important than my reputation, it's just that—"

"Alright," Quinn interrupted her. "I'll give you a week."

Rachel smiled at that. "Fair enough." She got on her tip toes and quickly gave Quinn a peck on the lips. "Thank you." That was enough time to familiarize some of her friends with the idea, especially Kurt. She knew she would be scorned and laughed at, but for some reason she didn't really care.

"Would you like to come in, Quinn?"

"If I do I'm sure I'd want to stay for a long time," the blonde said with regret in her eyes. "I have to return to the car shop, I have to work some overtime fixing this car. I'll just pick you up tomorrow. And I'll call you tonight if you're still awake…"

Rachel gave a nod as an answer, walking Quinn to the sidewalk and watched the blonde's retreating figure until she couldn't see her anymore.