A/N: Whoa. Sorry to everyone for not updating this as quickly as I had expected, but the point is its here now, sooooo yay!

Don't own Glee

"It better work out, I hope it works out my way
'Cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city head
It takes a teen age riot, to get me out of bed right now"

I couldn't resit. I didn't want to. I had decided I was going to go for it, fuck everything else. I needed this. I needed her.

'Ahem!'

Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.

Now had it been with anyone else, my initial reaction would have been somewhere alone the lines of "Do you mind?!"

But I was far too out of it. I mean I had just decided to kiss Rachel, my… sort of friend? Who let's not forget people, is a girl. A very good looking girl, who smells real nice, and who I probably would want to hold onto and never let go… BUT is still a girl, and up until all of 5 seconds ago, I was for all intents and purposes straight as an arrow.

So I'd like to believe I can be forgiven for sitting there looking like an idiot. While Rachel jumped away from me like I was on fire, and quickly made her escape past the nurse.

'I think it's time you went to class Ms Fabray.' Said the nurse, who was currently looking at me with utter contempt.

'Err right. Of course.' I replied, still only half functioning.

Picking up my bag I quickly made my escape out into the hallway. Turning my head to the side I see Rachel making her way around the corner, out of view. Apart of me wanted to chase her down and finish what we were starting, but I needed to process. And I knew that there was no way in hell I was going to accomplish that in class. So quickly making up my mind I went in the opposite direction towards the exit.

GLEE GLEE GLEE

Soon enough I was out on the open road, windows down, cigarette in hand, blasting "Song 2" from my crummy car stereo.

After 15 minutes of driving I found myself at what was commonly known as "Make out point" to everybody in school and in town, cliché I know. Shutting the engine off, I relaxed back into my seat and started taking in my surroundings. It was a clear sunny afternoon and the whole town of Lima was in view. Miles from anybody else, I allowed myself to enjoy the peaceful isolation.

My thoughts began to drift to the time I was here last. It was early sophomore year. Finn and I were only a few weeks into dating at the time. It was before Glee Club, before I cheated, before Beth… I remembered that Finn had driven us up here after having a dinner date at Breadsticks. We could only be up here for 20 minutes if Finn was going to make my 9:30 curfew. I smiled. Curfews and expectations, oh boy, weren't those just the days?

Speaking of expectations I knew what Finn wanted from me. I remembered looking at the goofball's constipated face after we had pulled to a stop. It was only after he said "Hey baby, wanna make out?" that I realised it was his thinking face, and that was his hard thought of pickup line. Thinking back on it now, he probably got the idea off Puck. Sitting there at the time I knew I had to agree no matter how much I didn't want to, as Finn was my ticket to solidifying my new position in the WMHS hierarchy as HBIC.

I laughed bitterly, Head Cheerio and Quarterback, a match made in high school heaven indeed. I remembered his breath stinking of cheeseburgers, as he mashed his rough lips to my face, and stuck his fat tongue into my mouth. His hands were large and clumsy, and the shower I took once I got home was not at all satisfactory to removing the memory and feel of him. In all honestly at the time it was the most repulsive experience of my life to date. Unfortunately it was an experience that I had to get used to in the coming months. A part of me was glad once he found out that he wasn't the father, because it meant I no longer had to endure the torture of his touch. Never was there any spark or heat, no moments of anticipation, no excruciating need to touch and feel. Not at all like today with Rachel.

Rachel Berry. It had to be Rachel Freaking Berry that made me feel those things. A year ago I would have ignored all of these feeling, prayed to God to forgive me, and have Rachel slushied everyday for the next month. But now here I am, in what would have to be the fourth incarnation of Lucy Quinn Fabray. Except this time I'm not bound by expectations, I'm not bounded by my father's hatred of all things that don't fall into his narrow mindset of what is "correct". I'm not trying to get back a life long realised to be a sham. I am being who I want to be, not what others tell or expect me to be, and thank fuck for that. I'm not stupid, I know what wanting to kiss Rachel means, and looking back on my past actions and thoughts I can't say I'm surprised. But unlike my three previous "selves" I'm not going cower away and hide. I'm tired of pretending, of repressing, of denying myself of who I really am. So fuck any haters who might have a problem with me.

Suddenly I jumped out of the car. I was breathing hard; my fists were clenched with nervous energy. I stormed over to the little wooden barrier that indicated for cars to stop, lest they go over the edge. Stepping on top of one of the connectors I breathed in deep.

'My name is Quinn Fabray and I'm gay mother fuckers!' I shouted towards Lima, my words echoing amongst the hills.

Ok so maybe I didn't need to swear, but I'm still in the stage were swearing is, well, new. So I think I can be forgiven for indulging a little.

Stepping down it honestly felt like this great weight was gone, like a veil had been lifted from my eyes. My mind started playing that old Jimmy Cliff cover, and so I walked back to my car smiling, humming the words "I can see clearly now the rain is gone".

Hey shut up! It's a great song, okay?

GLEE GLEE GLEE

Driving back into town I began to realise that I had cut more than one lesson. One lesson was easy to explain considering my injury, but two? Not so easy. Deciding to live with the consequences I cut school for the rest of the day and headed on home, my mind whirling with potential ideas of how to "Get the girl". Because I did want to get the girl, and I had a sneaking suspicion that said girl would be open to the idea. I mean surely she felt the tension and energy that always accompanied us when we spoke? The looks we've shared, how we both were today, I mean it was obvious she wanted to kiss me so I can only imagine how desperate I looked! Fuck me dead. I can't believe nobody pointed this out to me. Then again I probably would have had them slushied for suggesting it, so that possibly explains the silence…

Getting home I quickly make my way up to my room, my sanctuary, my fortress of solitude. Putting on some soft music I kick off my boots. With the curtains closed, the room darkened as I shut my door to the outside world. Lying back on my bed I look up to the ceiling above. I smile at the sight of almost a hundred little glow in the dark stars shinning down at me. I remembered buying them on impulse when I saw them at the store. I had always wanted some when I was younger but was never allowed because they were deemed "silly" and "childish." My Mother had smiled when she saw me putting them up during the summer and had even asked if I wanted help. This subsequently led to another mother-daughter day, which we'd been having more of. She was there when I went to get my hair dyed, and even when I got my nose ring. She said she was proud that I had finally stoped caring what other people thought and had started doing things for myself. It had been a revelation that my 1950's housewife Mother, had suddenly turned into this new age "cool" Mom. So here's hoping she won't freak out when I tell her I'm gay.

'Quinn, I'm home!'

Speak of the devil.

Looking at the clock I saw it was after three in the afternoon. I grinned, knowing I wouldn't have to explain why I was home early. Getting up I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, where my Mom was putting away some groceries.

'Hi Mom.' I greeted.

'Hi sweetie how was school, did you- Oh God Quinn what happened to your hand?!'

Oh right, that.

It was here I started to remember that my Mom wasn't completely cool about everything. I mean she practically fainted when she saw Ryan Seacrest's face on my lower back, and it wasn't until I explained that it was fake and would wash off that she calmed down. Then there is the issue of my smoking habit…

Steeling myself I decided to go ahead, but fuck was I nervous. 'Mom. I need to tell you something.'

Hearing my tone her features softened, as she tentatively took hold on my injured hand, inspecting the damage.

'What is it sweetie? Remember that we can tell each other anything now, okay?' She replied softly.

'I don't know about this Mom, you might throw me out for this one.' I tried to joke.

My Mother placed her hands on my shoulders, and stared at me intensely as she began to speak. 'Lucy Quinn Fabray, you will always have a home here no matter what, do you understand me?'

I knew how much it hurt my Mom, to bring up how she let my Father throw me out, but I needed this, I needed the assurance.

I nodded my head and let out a shaky breath. 'The reason my hand is bruised is because I punched a jock in the face at school today.'

Mom nodded, still holding my gaze, silently urging me to go on.

'I punched him because he slushied this girl, called Rachel. Rachel Berry.'

My Mom's eyes light up in recognition at the name, I mean how could she not know about Rachel? There was no talk of Glee club without having to mention the Diva.

'But the reason I acted the way I did, was because I like Rachel, as more then a friend.'

My legs were shaking and I didn't know how long I could keep going. I needed to just get it out, and say it.

'I'm gay, Mom.'

Immediately she moved to wrap her arms around me as I collapsed into her. I didn't know why I felt so invigorated before but so utterly emotional now. I guess there's a difference between shouting it from a mountain, to telling the most important person in your life. Telling my Mom made had it feel so real. It was out there now, and there was no going back.

I can't tell you how long my Mom held me, how long she stroked my hair, or how long she told me that it was okay and that she loved me, but she did, and that was the only thing that mattered.

I needed my Mom, and she was there.

GLEE GLEE GLEE

It was later on, as both of us were finishing up dinner that she decided to bring up Rachel.

'So, this Rachel girl, are you going to ask her out?' She inquired, arching an eyebrow.

Chocking on my drink in surprise, I was sent into slight couching fit.

Once recovered, I replied. 'Excuse me?'

My mother smiled slightly, and it was then I knew that she had planned for that to happen.

Bitch.

'I was wondering when you were going to ask Rachel out? I mean that's how kids still do it these days right? Or are you going to just sext her?'

I stammered, I mean what teenager wouldn't? Sexting? No parental figure was meant to know what that was, and for good reason!

'Oh come now Quinnie, surely my badass-punk-rebel-daughter, isn't too afraid to ask her crush out?'

If there was one thing I would never get used to, it was my Mom developing a sense of humour.

'I-I don't know Mom. I mean I've been thinking about it. It's just. What if she says no?' I replied, my anxiety on clear display.

My Mom snorted, like honestly snorted.

'Honey if there was one thing I learnt from your Father, is that a Fabray always gets what they want, one way or another.' My mother replied, a hint of pride in her voice. 'And besides your beautiful Sweetie, how could she say no?'

'Well, she once said I was the prettiest girl she had ever met.' I replied absently, mulling over my Mother's words.

'Really? And how did this come out?'

My eyes widened, shocked I had let that slip. 'Err. I don't think so Mom.'

Yea, like I was going to tell my Mom the story of how I slapped Rachel over losing Prom Queen. God, was I really that stupid and conceited?

'Well perhaps you could sing to her. I mean from what you've told me, she might like that.' Mom suggested.

Okay so it wasn't like I hadn't already considered it, but I wasn't a part of Glee Club anymore, and I wasn't sure what to even sing. And maybe it was mostly because I was scared she'd reject me out right, in front of everybody. I was so used to being in control since I became Quinn. Rejection was something I never really ever had to consider. But on the other hand Mom was right. She would like it, a lot, and if anybody was worth the humiliation, it was her.

I looked my Mom in the eye with renewed determination. 'I'm going to do it. I'm going to sing to her and ask her out.'

My Mom smiled. 'That's wonderful Quinnie, I'm proud of you.'

Smiling back, I got up and grabbed both our plates before I went to the kitchen to clean up. I had a plan forming, but I knew I'd need help. I had to make a phone call. Once I was back upstairs I picked up my phone and called one of the few people who I could always trust.

'Puckerman. I need your help with something, you free tonight?'

GLEE GLEE GLEE

'You sure about this, Baby Mama?' Puck asked, as we stood outside the choir room.

Looking through the window I could see Rachel seated next to Kurt and Mercedes. She looked happy as she sat there smiling brightly; listening to Kurt talk about something or other, and all I could think was how wonderful it would be to have her smile like that at me.

Tearing my eyes away from the object of my affections, I looked towards my mohawked companion, guitar slung across his back. 'I'm sure,' I replied. 'More sure then I've ever been.'

Nodding at me, he then pushed the door open, holding it for me as I entered. The room immediately fell silent, all eyes were upon me, and the nervousness I felt tripled, though you wouldn't be able to tell from the outside. I looked towards Rachel and couldn't help but smile warmly at her adorably confused expression. I wanted nothing more then to jump into her lap and kiss her senseless.

Hah. All in good time Fabray.

'Quinn. It's glad to see you've come back to us.' Said Mr Schue.

I kept my gaze on Rachel as I replied. 'I'm here because I've got something I want to sing to a certain someone. I was hoping that even though I'm not officially a part of the Club anymore, that it would be allowed.'

As Mr Schue mulled it over, he ran a hand through his disgusting gelled up excuse for hair. Coach's words not mine.

'Ah. Sure Quinn. Go ahead.' He replied

Rachel was looking at me with renewed interest, she knew whatever I was about to sing was for her.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Puck giving me the go ahead, having already pre-organised the band. Nodding my head back to him, I wait for the first notes to play across the room.

Watching terrible tv
It kills all thought
Getting spacier than
An astronaut

Making out with people
I hardly know or like
I can't believe what i do
Late at night

My eyes flicked towards Finn and Sam, my regrets, before settling back on Rachel.

I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I'm standing at the gates
I see the beauty above

There I was putting it out there. I had told Santana and Brittany that I just wanted somebody to love me, but I also wanted to find someone who I could love, and I knew without a doubt it would be her.

Only when we get to see
The aerial view
Will the patterns show
We'll know what to do

I know the last page so well
I can't see the first
So I just don't start
It's getting worse

Tears started forming in my eyes. I couldn't hold them back, and it seemed Rachel couldn't either.

I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I'm standing at the gates
I see the beauty above

I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I can't find my way in
I try again and again

I'm on the outside of love
Always under or above

I can't find my way in
I try again and again

It seemed everybody had finally realised who I was singing to, surprised couldn't cover the expressions seen around the room.

I'm on the outside of love
Always under or above
Must be a different view
To be a me with a you

I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I'm standing at the gates
I see the beauty above

I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
Of course i'll be alright
I just had a bad night

I had a bad night

The final notes came to a close and stunned silence filled the room. I still hadn't torn my eyes away from Rachel as I started to walk towards her. She was looking down at her lap, her face covered by hair.

I bent down to her level, cupping her cheek I brought her eyes to look at mine. I needed to see her face, to try and see what she was thinking.

'So. What did you think?' I whispered, so that only we could hear.

'Is it true? Do you really feel that way about me? Do you love me?' She replied, shakily.

I shook my head slightly. 'I don't love you Rachel, but I can't ignore that I feel something for you that is so strong, that I can't even begin to put it into words. I want to know what true love feels like, and I know that I can have that with you. I want to be with you. I want make you smile and laugh. I want hear about New York and your dreams. I want to hold you close at night, and protect you from anybody who would dare to hurt you.'

Her eyes light up a little. 'Is that why you punched Karofsky?'

I smiled. 'Well yea. Nobody slushies my Berry.'

She arched an eyebrow. 'Oh, so I'm your Berry now?'

I ducked my head as I began to blush. Looking at the ground, I replied. 'Well, if you want to be, then yea.'

Cupping my cheek, she brought me back up to look at her. I was overjoyed at the smile on her face. 'I think that can be arranged.' She replied.

And before I even knew what was happening she was drawing me in for our first kiss.

It was sensational.

The feel and taste of her lips was overwhelming, it was a drug and I was an addict. I placed my arms around her and pulled her up with me so we were standing. She snaked her arms around my neck, as I did the same with her waist. Time seem to stop around us as we continued to explore one another. Our bodies were heating up and I couldn't help but moan into our kiss.

Pulling apart for air I stared into her eyes. They were large and wild, their desire clear, I couldn't help but ache in need at the sight.

'Whoa.' She said.

'Yea.' I agreed.

A few moments passed when she spoke again.

'So, you're going to quit smoking, right?'

Fortunately I had regained my senses enough to answer. 'Of course, Baby.' I replied.

Piff, like it was even a choice!

As I let my gaze drift to our surroundings I was met with the shocked expressions of almost everything body in the room. Puck of course, was smiling like he'd just won the lottery, holding two thumbs up. Brittany naturally mouthed to Santana "Hot". And Finnocent looked like he was about murder lots of helpless chairs.

I grinned as I looked back to Rachel, who shared a similar expression. I didn't know if we were going to go the distance, but at the moment I could care less. What i did know, was that when the news spread that we were dating, that it was definitely going to cause a riot.

A teenage riot :)

A/N: Corny ending I know, but its how it was going to end even before I started writing. Hoped those who stuck with it enjoyed, thanks for reading.

Song List

Opening lyrics from Sonic Youth's "Teenage Riot"

Blur – "Song 2"

Jimmy Cliff – "I can see clearly now"

Nada Surf – "Inside of the Love"