Apparently the word "one-shot" means nothing to me. :/ A few of you expressed interest in continuing so I caved. I'm glad I'm not the only one who enjoyed bad ass Quinn Fabray and thinks she ended way too soon. This story will continue as a romance between Quinn and Rachel Berry. I don't know how long it will be but probably not very long, just enough to tell the story I have planned. I hope you all enjoy! And thank you so much for reading!

Speechless

4:45pm

For the first time in my life I was actually excited to be dismissed from Glee practice. The one hour lesson seemed to drag on endlessly and I found myself fidgeting with nervous energy the entire time. I barely understood one word of the assignment Mr. Schue had issued and my inattentiveness had cost me at least two performance opportunities, which were gladly swooped up by Blaine and Kurt. Yet, somehow I couldn't bring myself to be upset because I knew that in exactly three minutes Glee practice would be over and I could see Quinn again. That is of course if she hadn't changed her mind about meeting me. The strawberry-haired girl wasn't exactly known for her consistency when it came to what she wanted.

"If no one has anything more to add..." Mr. Schue, along with several of the glee club members, paused sparing a quick glance in my direction as if anticipating my customary interjection, but I shook my head much to their relief. "Okay then, I guess that's all for today. See you all tomorrow." Without wasting any time I quickly collected my belongings and made a beeline for the door, ignoring the odd looks I was getting in my rush and Finn's attempt at talking to me. It wasn't until I made it out of the building and into the parking lot that I realized I had no idea where I was supposed to meet Quinn. After all I couldn't just saunter into the skank bleacher hangout after what had happened earlier -that really would be pushing my luck- and I wasn't even sure if Quinn still drove her car to school, so I couldn't wait for her there. Given the options I choose to camp on the school steps, hoping she would be looking for me as she exited the building and keeping my eyes open for any flashes of strawberry pink hair in the crowd of students.

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It was nearly six o'clock when reality set in that Quinn wasn't coming. I might have been angrier if it wasn't for the fact that my disappointment far outweighed any of my other emotions. I held back my tears the entire drive home, fearful that my watery vision would jeopardize my driving ability, but as I entered my bedroom there was little I could do to keep from crying freely into my pillow. Once I'd regained control over myself I lifted my head from the cold, dampness of my now ruined pink lace pillowcase. Maybe I was being overly dramatic, but I was never one to hold back my emotions when I was upset and unfortunately for me Quinn was an expert at holding back.

I startled when I heard the doorbell sound, distracting me from my thoughts. I tossed my legs over the edge of the bed wondering who would disturb our home at such a late hour. Granted, 7:30pm wasn't very late but it was well pass dinner time and certainly not the prime hour for entertaining impromptu guests. I slipped out of my room, brushing my fingertips gently under my eyelids to erase any evidence of my previous hysterics, before walking lightly downstairs to the front door. I stood up on my toes to peek out the peephole and I immediately recognized the pink head of hair bowed under the porch light. My stomach fluttered with excitement but I was still bitter over earlier so I was reluctant to open the door.

"What do you want Quinn?" I spoke through the wooden door, my ear pressed lightly to it as I waited for a response.

"Rachel, open up so I can talk to you." She said sighing in frustration and twisting the handle of the locked door.

"Stop that!" I shouted causing the twisting on the other side to cease. "You can't just come to my house at seven o'clock at night making demands Quinn. I waited for over an hour like an idiot, you could at least take two minutes to explain why you would leave me there." It was silent on the other side for a while and I nervously peeked back out, relieved when I saw she hadn't left. Even though I was upset, I'd rather be upset with Quinn that upset alone in my room.

"I saw Shelby." Quinn said so quietly I had to strain to hear her through the barrier between us. "She's teaching at McKinley now. It shocked me and I needed some time to myself to think about some stuff. I didn't mean to keep you waiting. I looked for you but…" She paused, I could hear in her voice how uncomfortable she was admitting this to me. "Ugghhh, just forget it." Quinn said dismissively. I heard shuffling outside the door and I looked out again to see Quinn leaving down the walkway. I yanked the door back hurriedly, running to catch up with Quinn who, in her haste, had already made it passed two houses.

"Wait!" She stopped when she heard my voice, inclining her head to the right so that she could see me. Though I was unnerved by the idea of Shelby being a constant presence at my high school and the thought of her approaching me made me feel ill, at the moment I cared more about Quinn's feelings than my own. Quinn hadn't seen Shelby since she gave Beth away and despite her recent tough girl routine I knew the memory was still quite raw for her.

"Let me drive you home." I offered, biting my lip nervously and hoping she would accept my offer. She didn't say anything, just turned around and headed back for my house. We walked side by side to the car and Quinn silently slipped into the passenger seat as I stepped inside to get my keys and then returned to the car.

Quinn's house actually wasn't that far from mine, by car it was only 10mins and on foot maybe twice as long. We both knew it wasn't really about the distance of her house, it was about the company we had during the ride. As we pulled into Quinn's driveway I found myself disappointed that our time had been cut so short. Quinn must have had the same idea because we'd been sitting in her driveway for roughly 3 minutes and she hadn't even bothered to undo her seatbelt.

"I'm sorry about Shelby-"

"It's fine." She interrupted. "You don't have to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. It's probably just as uncomfortable for you as it is for me…maybe even more." Quinn's voice was soft as she stared blankly through my front windshield. "I guess today is just full of surprises, huh?" She smiled tossing a quick glance my way.

"Yeah." I answered lamely retuning her smile. It was quiet for a while before anyone spoke again.

"Do you have any idea what we're doing?" Her voice was careful and low and her expression had darkened to a somber one. She was watching me with hopeful eyes that told me she was relying on me to know the answer.

"I wish I could say I do." I answered honestly, watching the flash of fear that briefly occupied Quinn's expression. As a person who prided myself on preemptive measures and planning it was unsettling to realize I had absolutely no clue what was going to happen with me an Quinn. Were we going to be a couple now, should we go on a date, did she care if I told people about us now that she clearly didn't care about reputation? I didn't have the answers but lucky for me Quinn resolved one of my questions with her next words.

"I like spending time with you Rachel and I don't mean just in school or at practice, I want us to see each other when, you know, no one else is around."

"You mean like…a date?" My voice was hopeful and I could feel the smile tugging at my lips, threatening to spread across my face.

"Not exactly…" I frowned but Quinn smiled reassuringly. "More like two friends hanging out and talking with their tongues super close." Immediately after the words left her lips Quinn winced as if she couldn't believe she'd just made that joke. Despite my best efforts to suppress my amusement I couldn't help the giggling that fit that erupted from me. I clutched at the steering wheel to steady myself, trying to regain my composure.

"Where did you get that from? Brittany or Santana?" I asked still grinning like a madwoman.

"Brittany." Quinn groaned, shaking her head in disbelief of herself, her cheeks blushing a pink that could rival the vibrancy of her hair.

I watched her fondly for a few seconds before reaching across the gear shift and touching her hand. She flinched instinctively at the sudden contact but allowed me to take her hand in mine.

"I don't mind." I whispered, noticing my voice had unintentionally dropped to a huskier tone. My eyes lingered on her pale green ones but I couldn't stop them from dropping to her lips a second later. I wanted to kiss her so badly it seemed physically impossible to restrain myself from doing so. Ordinarily I would have waited for Quinn to make the first move but given our past encounters I was certain she wouldn't reject my advances, especially since she had been staring at me with the same intensity. I leaned onto the center console for leverage as I moved in closer to Quinn. I heard her breath shudder just as my eyes slipped shut an my lips finally made contact with the soft, cherry sweetness of Quinn's. Her mouth moved against mine tediously at first, like she was trying to remember what it felt like to kiss another person…to kiss me. However, after a few moments I felt her hand slip behind my neck gently pulling me forward as she kissed more firmly. Her tongue carefully peeked out a second later, grazing my bottom lip and I eagerly allowed entrance, groaning at the sensation of her touch. She pulled back after several seconds, much to my disappointment, offering me a dazed smile.

"I think I could get used to this." She whispered and I smiled, loving the effect Quinn's touch had on me. "But not in my parent's driveway, they're not even over the whole 16 and pregnant thing yet." She joked mildly, peering over the dash to see the massive, lit up house.

"Oh, I wasn't thinking! I'm sorry Quinn, I'm sure they didn't…at least I hope they didn't see...maybe they could...I don't know-" I rambled feeling terrible for putting Quinn in a situation where she might be in even more trouble with her family, but Quinn quickly silenced me with another kiss, proving that it wasn't a problem. She ruffled my hair as she pulled back and I was surprised that I actually liked the gesture when it was Quinn doing it. Puck had done the same thing when we used to date, yet with him it only annoyed me and prompted an entire routine of hair re-styling. Quinn somehow made it adorable, it was as if any physical contact from her was a good thing.

"I'll see you at school." She smiled before sliding out of the car and closing the door behind her, leaving me in a rare state…speechless.

Let me know what you think. Anything you want to see happen in the story? Anything you think I can improve on? I'm open to suggestions! Just a heads up, update might be slow for this one. I have a bad habit of starting incomplete stories without finishing the ones I'm already working on. :/ If you guise give me ideas to work with I can write a lot quicker...

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