It's funny how sometimes when things happen that you think will change everything and they end up changing absolutely nothing. Well no, that is kind of a lie some things have changed but only if you are in the inner circle of the recent events which, no one really was so to the naked eye, nothing had changed. I walk through the halls and still no one looks at me, or even registers I exist unless of course they are about to throw a slushie in my face, even then they usually just toss, laugh and keep walking. Thankfully, today I was living slushie facial free but I found my stomach still tied in giant knots waiting for some kind of torment to come my way.

Tormenting me was on the top of the Cheerios to do list now ever since the little incident by the fence she had been gunning for me in a big way and as usual, her cheerio lackeys followed suit, even Santana who wasn't the biggest Quinn fan these days went along with it though, I suspect that may be because she always enjoyed tormenting me regardless. So as I walked the halls I always kept my eyes peeled for a red and white uniform, high ponytails or the stench of way too much hairspray and today was no different. It was already lunch period and I hadn't had a single incident I knew they were building up to something I just wish I knew what.

Deciding I would focus on food and attempt to take my mind off my next shove into a locker or trip to the floor covered in something gross, I headed toward the cafeteria, making it only as far as the closet just down the hall before I was grabbed suddenly and pulled inside. It was dark and I was instantly terrified but before I could even open my mouth to plea for mercy I felt something pressing up against my lips it wasn't tape or a gag but lips. They were lips I knew all too well, soft and sweet with a slight taste of strawberries this was a torment I could get used to.

"You scared the crap out of me.." I mumbled as our lips parted briefly and I felt my back being pushed up against a nearby love. "I thought you were Santana pulling me in here to tar and feather me or something...points for spontaneity though it's definitely a well liked surprise.."

"Rachel shut up, your ruining it." Quinn's voice was low and husky as she spoke, her lips moving in to devour mine once more, arms wrapping themselves around my small frame, with my own following suit. "We only have forty-five minutes before English I want to make this count."

I didn't complain, I never would when Quinn and those delicious lips were involved. The situation was complete crap and I knew it, Quinn was still technically dating Sam and there were rumours she had made out with Finn which really upset me but I wasn't sure if it was because I still had feelings for Finn or if I was starting to have feelings for Quinn. The latter would lead to nothing but trouble, not that what they were doing now wouldn't eventually but feelings always made things that much more complicated. "What are we doing?" I asked suddenly before I could stop myself.

She pulled away and gave me a look that seemed to accuse me of being mentally challenged at the same time as it let me know I was pissing her off. During these little...whatever they were of ours Quinn was always all about the task at hand, she would get easily annoyed when I would talk or do anything that may interrupt progress.

"I mean, we keep having all of these secret rendezvous in random places all without your boyfriend's knowledge, it's getting more and more frequent and I..."

She glared menacingly at me and shook her head. "It's...I don't know Rachel it's a thing we do sometimes don't...complicate it why does everything have to be so damn straight foreword with you? We have fun, we enjoy each other's company what else do we need?"

I sighed heavily, not sure how to answer her, there really was no answer to it because I really had no idea what I wanted from Quinn or from whatever this was we had. "I...I don't know.." I replied softly "I just...I guess I'm just confused as to why we are doing this? I mean, you have a boyfriend and yet you keep spending all this time with me..." I bit my tongue to keep from adding in the Finn rumor it wasn't necessarily true but it was Quinn so anything was possible but it was best to keep that out for now, it was difficult enough with Sam being in the picture.

Instead of replying, she shoved me away from her and grabbed her backpack from the floor behind her. "Wait five minutes before you come out." she said in a low nasty tone as she reached for the door not even looking at me as she stormed out. Storming out was something Quinn was exceptional at, even more so than I was. She knew exactly how to leave a room making everyone feel like the biggest piece of crap that ever existed.

I leaned up against the wall and let her go, trying really hard not to start crying. It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach as hard as they could, it hurt worse than when Finn had broken up with me, did that mean I had feelings for her already? Did I want this to be more than just random makeout sessions? Only about a minute had gone by since Quinn had left and I already missed her...what had I gotten myself into this time?

I heard a loud bang from out in the hall that roused me from my thoughts. Without thinking about it, I rushed out of the door and instantly ran into someone it wasn't Quinn but when they turned to face me and I saw the gun in their hands I really wished it had been an angry Quinn instead.

"Rachel...I really wished that hadn't been you." The angry faced Jacob Ben Israel spoke, glowering at me, his gun hand shaking slightly. "Now you have to go in with the others..." He grabbed me roughly with strength I didn't know he had -then again I seemed to be frozen and unable to move- and tossed me into a nearby open classroom. I fell onto the floor, my legs suddenly not working for me. I heard a small cry and looked up to see a terrified looking Quinn with her hand over her mouth.

"Get up and go sit over there." Jacob instructed, using his gun to indicate a nearby desk near Quinn and I tried to get up but only ended up following over once more my legs feeling like jelly. "I said get up!" he screamed lashing out with his gun hand hitting me in the face and sending me back down to the floor.

"Rachel!" I heard Quinn scream just before my world when black.