Quinn watched Rachel with a mixture of astonishment and amusement as the girl pulled her through the congested subway station and towards the stairs leading out of the dark underground. To say that Rachel had taken to New York City extremely well would be a massive understatement.

Quinn felt more than out of place and her breath came out in uneven puffs of exertion as the pint sized Diva navigated through the crowd like a homing missile, one hand wrapped around a to go bag carrying Santana's dinner, and her other hand tightly grasping Quinn's to make sure the Yale student didn't get lost in the sea of New Yorkers in their natural habitat.

"Are we almost there," Quinn asked breathlessly as Rachel weaved them effortlessly through the crowds.

Suddenly noticing the red tint to Quinn's face and the way that the blonde was limping slightly Rachel gave a small gasp and pulled them flat against a building. "Oh god Quinn I'm so sorry, I didn't even think."

"No it's okay," Quinn interrupted trying to smile widely as she clutched the stitch in her side and held up a hand. "I just need a second to breathe."

"Still, I'm sorry," Rachel apologized putting a hand on Quinn's back and rubbing it soothingly. Electricity shot up the blonde's spine and at the soothing touch and she had to shake her head slightly to keep from moaning.

"It's okay," Quinn squeaked out rather uncooly and grimaced, before clearing her throat. "It's really just amazing to watch you move around this city."

At this Rachel blushed and dipped her head for a second. "When we were in High School I used to imagine that the hallways were the streets of New York City and I was on my way to something special, something important," suddenly the girl stopped talking and her blush deepened. "Sorry I've been working on my rambling."

"Go on," Quinn said, her hazel eyes watching the shorter girl intensely as she felt chills shake her body. In her head she added a silent please. Please go on. Please never stop talking. Please talk to me for ever, even if it's about absolutely nothing.

"Well I guess they seemed a lot a like to me," Rachel said carefully, smiling sadly as she neared a subject she knew was very sensitive in regards to her and Quinn's relationship. "Both always busy, with people going one way or another and not caring about whom got in their way. I would imagine that I wasn't there and I wasn't being laughed at behind my back…needless to say I got very efficient at walking through a crowd like this and managing to not draw attention to myself."

"Because of the slushies," Quinn said softly, her head dipping in shame as she remembered high school. Yea, she added in her head, high school the reason that this will never work out.

"Quinn," Rachel said suddenly and the blonde looked up to see intense pools of chocolate brown merely an inch away from her own stormy hazel ones. "I forgave you a long time ago for that. For everything. Please, forgive yourself now."

"I don't think I can," Quinn said shaking her head softly.

"Do it for me?" Rachel asked just as softly, her hand reaching out and interlocking with Quinns.

Quinn knew she had to then. If Rachel had asked her to jump off a bridge in penance for the way she had treated the girl then Quinn would. "Okay," Quinn said nodding slightly before adding, "for you."

"Thank you," Rachel said gently stepping forwards and wrapping her arms around the blonde. "That was a long time ago Quinn and we've both changed, it's in the past."

"I hate the past," Quinn whispered wrapping her arms around the diva.

"Well it's a good thing it's over then huh?" Rachel giggled squeezing the blonde before releasing her. "Now we have the future to look forwards to."

"What do you see in the future," Quinn asked, her heart beating loudly in her chest as Rachel smiled shyly at her.

"That depends," Rachel chuckled as her phone began to ring.

"On what?" Quinn asked taking the bag out of the girl's hand.

"On you," Rachel whispered, winking at the hopeful expression on Quinn's face as she accepted the call and then held the phone about a foot away from her head. "Santana podrías por favor calmarse?" Rachel yelled out before warily pulling the phone closer to her ear.

Quinn only half heard the conversation as she pondered over what Rachel had just said about the future, but she was brought out of her musings when she heard her name being surrounded by a mess of Spanish words. Damnit why the hell did I take French, she growled unpleasantly to herself.

"No, no estoy besando a Quinn," Rachel muttered rolling her eyes as she grabbed one of Quinn's hands and started pulling her through the busy streets once again.

This time Quinn hustled to keep up, her attention solely on the words coming out of Rachel's mouth and the deep red tent of her neck as the girl barreled down the busy

Street towards the bar that Santana worked at. "Bueno, no es por falta de intentos. Ella está siendo muy terca.," Rachel growled as she pulled Quinn through an ally way. "Bueno vamos a estar allí en pocos minutos calmate, caramba.," Rachel growled, smirking proudly when she hung up on the Latina mid curse.

"Sorry about that," Rachel chuckled as they popped onto a street much calmer than the one on the other side of the ally. "I'm sure you know how she gets when she's hungry."

"Oh trust me I do," Quinn said, "by the way I didn't know your Spanish was so good."

"Oh," Rachel laughed throwing her head back. "Yah the first two months we were here Santana was really missing Brittany and all she wanted to do was lie on the couch and watch Spanish soap operas and cry. Although to be fair I wasn't very much better in regards to Finn so I joined her."

"And now?" Quinn asked carefully, jumping for joy that the touchy subject of Rachel's ex-fiancé had been brought up with no prodding on her part.

"While I always love Finn in a way I now realize he and I simply don't work together. Santana was an amazing friend at helping me realize that I deserve more…better than him," Rachel admitted happily.

Part of Quinn jumped for joy at this admission but she also felt a small pang of jealousy hitting her system. "So I'm glad to see you two have gotten close, you and Santana I mean."

"Well we have been living together for six months now," Rachel giggled shaking her head. "I told you we had become friends."

"Yah," Quinn said chuckling and shaking her head. "For some reason I figured she was holding a gun to your head whenever you said that."

"That's absurd," Rachel laughed, her eyes twinkling at the blonde. "Why on earth would she do that?"

"Well I told her she had to be nice to you," Quinn said without thinking only to freeze when Rachel stopped and looked at her strangely.

Rachel thought about that for a second before blushing slightly and moving closer to the blonde. "Is that so?"

"Uh...yeah," Quinn said, her face turning crimson under Rachel's intense stare.

"And Quinn Fabray, what did you tell her the consequences would be if she did not follow your demand?" Rachel asked cocking her head shyly to the side.

"I uh...said I would beat her up?" Quinn squeaked out, shuddering at the memory of Santana laughing in her face.

"Oh Quinn," Rachel said shaking her head and resting it on the girl's neck for a second. "You really are just too cute," she mumbled before grabbing the blonde's hand and pulling her into a smoky bar.

"Jesus it's about time," Santana shouted from across the room before pointing to an open table in her section and turning back to a customer.

"Sorry San, this one is not made for New York congestion," Rachel yelled out slash teased as she pulled Quinn behind her to their table.

"I'm not that bad," Quinn blushed as she pulled out Rachel's chair before plopping down into her own.

Shaking her head at the blonde's thoughtfulness Rachel said down in her chair and squeezed Quinn's shoulder. "It's okay, Santana was horrible her first week here."

"Lies and slander Rach," Santana growled sitting down next to the girl and poking her in the side.

"Double lies and slander," Rachel quipped as she began pulling containers out of the bag and pushing them towards the hungry waitress.

"Oh my god I love you," Santana said practically drooling as she began shoveling Thai food in her mouth.

"I'm sure you say that to all the girls," Rachel said rolling her eyes and smirking as she pulled an envelope out of her purse and began fanning herself with it.

"What's that?" Santana asked, her eyes widening as a familiar scent filled her head.

"What this?" Rachel asked teasingly shaking the envelope.

"Yes that," Santana said rolling her eyes but smiling none the less at her dramatic friend.

"Oh just a little something that happened to be waiting in our mailbox," Rachel giggled tossing the letter from Brittany to Santana.

"Oh my god," Santana cheered happily as the brunette handed her the letter from her girlfriend. "Jewish Santa strikes again," Santana laughed before shoving the last of her food in her mouth and getting up. "Well I gots to get back to work but I should be off in like thirty minutes. Wait for me?" She asked raising an eyebrow to Rachel.

"Don't I always," Rachel said rolling her eyes as Santana walked off.

If Quinn had been feeling a small pang of jealousy earlier what she was feeling now was ridiculous burning sensation. Santana and Rachel were close. Close like she wanted to be with Rachel. They had inside jokes. They had nicknames. Damnit she wanted that.

"So Quinn how are your classes going?" Rachel asked pulling Quinn out of her plot to destroy Santana.

"Oh uh fine," Quinn said as the surge of crazy started to ebb away from her brain. Get a grip Fabray. "I love Yale but I'm actually thinking of transferring," Quinn admitted holding her breath slightly.

"Where to," Rachel asked quickly, a hopeful glint in her eyes.

"Maybe Columbia. I love Yale but I miss having a close support system," Quinn admitted truthfully. And I want to closer to you.

Rachel watched for a few seconds before smiling softly and dipping her head. "I would like you to be closer too," she said softly.

At this Quinn froze and went over the past few seconds, blushing furiously when she realized that yah, she had said that aloud. She was about to start back tracking when she noticed Rachel looking over her shoulder and practically fuming with anger.

Turning around in her chair she saw Santana at the table behind them very calmly trying to deal with a table loud patrons. Quinn felt anger course through her own body when the Latina walked away and one of the men slapped her on the ass.

Santana took a deep breath before walking away her eyes downcast as her dark skin flushed with anger and what Quinn knew to be slight shame. She didn't know the entire story but from what she had heard from Rachel the Latina was on thin ice with her boss at the moment after cussing out a customer the week before and Quinn knew that was the only thing holding her friend back.

Turning towards Rachel her body froze with shock as she saw the positively lethal look on her face as the diva slowly stood from her seat and walked towards the men. "Rachel," Quinn whispered, but it was too late and a second later the diva was tapping the shoulder of the man who had slapped Santana on the ass.

"Excuse me," Rachel said in a bubbly voice strikingly similar to Brittany's. Now completely intrigued Quinn watched on.

"How can I help you?" The guy asked smiling up at Rachel, his cheeks flushed from alcohol.

"I was just wondering if you could tell me with the strip show begins?" Rachel asked sweetly, her face alight with innocence.

"Um," the guy mumbled looking around at his friends and back at the tiny diva who's smile was now starting to creep him out majorly. "This isn't a strip club."

"Oh it isn't?" Rachel asked slowly leaning towards the man and making him back away in slight fear. "I must have gotten confused when you slapped my best friend on her behind like she was a whore." Rachel said, her voice becoming more and more menacing until Quinn realized she had taken on a lilt of Santana.

"Uh what?" The guy asked, his hands nervously fidgeting with the collar of his shirt as sweat started to gleam on his forehead.

"My best friend, you know the waitress who has been here for ten hours today working herself to the bone. The one that you just touched inappropriately to make yourself look like a big shot in front of your friends," Rachel ground out, her face mere inches away from the terrified man.

Quinn watched on with utter fascination and slight horror as Rachel perfectly mimicked the menacing glare she had seen on Santana's face for years.

"Uh I'm sorry," the man stuttered uncomfortably as he shifted back in his seat.

"Don't say sorry to me you miserable jerk, say sorry to her when she comes back to your table to collect her gracious tip," Rachel growled out before standing up straight and glaring down at the man.

The distance seemed to give him a little bit of confidence and he tried to smirk up at her. "Gracious tip huh?" He joked nervously.

And then Quinn saw it. The tri-fecta. The unholy trinity being played out before her eyes.

Rachel didn't answer the man's lame attempt at a joke. Instead her eyebrow arched slowly and her face pulled into a deadly HBIC mask that made Quinn's jaw drop.

The man visibly gulped and reached into his wallet just as Santana walked up to the table, warily eyeing Rachel. "Everything okay here?" She asked putting a hand on the shorter girl's shoulder.

"Everything's great," the man said quickly standing up and practically throwing a wad of bills at Santana. "So sorry for being an ass earlier. Bye," he said quickly before running out the door with his friends in tow.

"Ah," Rachel said smirking as she brushed out non-existent wrinkles in her shirt and her face returned to it's original state. "If you'll excuse me I'm going to go use the ladies room."

"Okay," Santana said frowning as the girl walked off. Raising and eyebrow she looked down at the 200% tip and smiled as she figured out what had no doubt just transpired. "Hey Quinn," she laughed looking over at the shell-shocked blonde.

"Y-yes?" Quinn asked shakily looking up at the Latina.

"You better get a move on and hit that because if me and Brittany don't work out for some reason I'm climbing Rachel like a fucking mountain and sticking my flag in her," Santana said laughing, her voice following Quinn as the blonde jumped up and rushed to the bathroom.

"Took you long enough," Rachel said as the blonde practically skidded to a halt in front of her.

"Yah well I'm kind of slow sometimes," Quinn said shakily as she wrapped her arms around Rachel and full on dipped the girl into a mind blowing kiss. Fuck your flag Santana.

"Quinn," Rachel murmured in between passionate kisses.

"Hmm," Quinn hummed as Rachel sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down.

"You" kiss "really" kiss "need" nibble "to" bite "stop" kiss "saying" kiss "everything" grope "aloud".