As soon as Glee practice was over Rachel raced home to prepare for the evening's showdown. Quinn arrived as soon as she managed to follow their usual precautions of driving a circuitous route to the diva's house, parking round the block and then walking the rest of the way dressed like a Humphrey Bogart character.

They had managed to clear Rachel's Dads out of the house easily enough once they got home from work and proceeded to decorate the living room with scented candles before setting up Rachel's iPod dock to play appropriate seduction music. The Original Cast Recording of Rent had been vetoed by Quinn after a long and protracted argument. All that was left was to decide upon Rachel's clothes and perfume.

Quinn browsed through the selection of perfume bottles on Rachel's nightstand feeling slightly weird about the fact that she was choosing the best perfume to help her girlfriend seduce one of her best friends. "Are you done yet?"

Rachel exited her en-suite bathroom in her best red and pink argyle sweater and one of the sinfully black skirts she was well known for, it took all of Quinn's self-control not to take the young starlet then and there. "How do I look?"

Quinn coughed to hide her salivating. "You look great Rach." She picked up a peach colored bottle and added. "I think you should wear the Organza." She sprayed a cloud of perfume at Rachel and her girlfriend performed a little pirouette to soak up as much of the scent as possible.

Rachel gave Quinn a quick kiss followed by one final determined look. "I'm ready."

Santana, Brittany and Finn had arrived at Rachel's house in Brittany's car with Santana and Finn doing their very best to stay out of sight in case Rachel had happened to be looking out the window upon their arrival. Brittany waited on the doorstep while Santana and Finn tried to find appropriate hiding places so that Rachel would not notice them when she answered the door. Eventually they found themselves huddled together and crouched below the window that looked into the living room.

Finn folded his arms across his chest and stamped his foot. He did not appreciate missing out on his weekly online Modern Warfare death match for more of Brittany and Santana's games. "Why am I here?"

"You dated both of them and we might need some of your so-called knowledge." Santana snapped at him. "Now shut up and let Brittany get to work!" Once Santana was sure Finn would remain quiet she indicated to Brittany that she should ring the doorbell.

Rachel greeted Brittany at the door with a big smile and a quick once over of the yellow shirt that clung to Brittany's body in all the right places and the incredibly tight skinny jeans she was wearing. "Brittany."

Brittany practically beamed at Rachel; she was planning on having fun tonight. "Rachel."

Rachel gestured for Brittany to enter her home. "Please enter."

Brittany entered the house and followed Rachel into the living room. She immediately noticed the vanilla scent wafting through the room due to the candles and that Rachel's iPod resting above the fireplace was softly playing 'I'll Make Love To You'. "Wow, Rach you really went all out."

Rachel smiled wryly at Brittany. "It's my defining trait. I never give less than my best."

At the sudden reminder of Rachel's intense desire to succeed Brittany started to worry whether she could beat her at this game they were playing or whether she was going to have to go all the way. "So here we are. Nervous?"

"No quite the opposite in fact, I feel rather anticipatory. You?"

Brittany shook her head. "No way, I'm totally hot for you." She reached out and trailed her hand down the front of Rachel's sweater and looked at her from under hooded eyes. "I just want to rip that argyle sweater right off you."

Rachel braced herself as she had not even been this forward with Quinn their first time. "Well we could always forgo dinner and move this upstairs to my room if you are so inclined?"

"Really?" Brittany squeaked out in surprise.

Rachel saw Brittany's hesitancy and pounced on it, she could almost smell victory. "Do you not want to?"

"Totally!" Brittany exclaimed. "I just want to… give you a lap dance first!"

Rachel's eyes widened. "Oh." She was in trouble; she needed Quinn's help. "Well I have some ones in my purse, just let me go to the kitchen to get them."

Rachel almost ran towards the kitchen and once she was through the door Brittany sped towards the front door and hauled it open to find Santana and Finn with their ears pressed up against the door. "She's gone to get some ones from her purse!"

Finn hopped from one foot to the other as it was starting to get cold and he was getting impatient. "Can I go yet?"

"Listen Frankenteen, the quicker Brittany breaks Rachel the quicker you can go home and perform your very own drum solo." Santana sneered.

Finn sighed, he was really getting fed up with all this so he thought really hard and had an idea. "You won't break Rachel. You need to break Quinn."

Santana's face screwed up in confusion. "What?"

Finn rolled his eyes, wondering why everyone thought he was the dense one. "Rachel's way too competitive, she'll do whatever it takes. Quinn's possessive with what's hers and that's Rachel. Push it far enough she'll snap like a twig."

Santana looked stunned. "Huh, Hudson I'm actually impressed. Maybe you do pay attention." She then gave him a pat on the back and turned to Brittany. "Right, we need to skip ahead a bit." She undid all the buttons on Brittany's shirt and arranged it so that it accentuated her breasts. "Go get 'em tiger!"

Rachel had a slightly panicked look on her face as she burst into the kitchen where Quinn was hiding. "She's not backing down! She's planning on giving me a lap dance!"

"What!" Quinn's eyes almost bulged out of her head. This was getting out of hand, she was perfectly happy to match wits with Santana & Brittany but she drew the line at Brittany giving her girlfriend a lap dance.

Rachel rushed to reassure her girlfriend. "Calm down Quinn, I am reasonably confident that she will not go through with it. Besides there is only one blonde cheerleader for me and she's sitting right here." She gave Quinn a peck on the cheek and started to think about further avenues of attack.

"Listen Rach," Quinn began hesitantly, knowing that her not-so-secret girlfriend would have strong objections to her next suggestion. "Maybe we should stop this whole thing right now. Before it goes too far."

"Absolutely not." Rachel stated. "I refuse to lose to Santana Lopez!" Rachel squared her shoulders, grabbed her purse and marched right back into the living room determined to win this contest quickly and decisively. She was slightly relieved but also slightly disappointed to see Brittany by the front door she had not expected the blonde to give up apropos of nothing. "Are you leaving Brittany?

Brittany closed the door and turned back to give Rachel a saucy wink. "Not without you babe." It was at that moment that Rachel noticed the yellow shirt Brittany had been wearing was unbuttoned showing off the blonde's lean body and gorgeous abs. Rachel may have been taken but she still had eyes and they were drawn upwards to the breasts that Brittany was practically thrusting at her as she closed the distance between them. "So, these are my boobs."

"Indeed Brittany, they are very, very nice." Rachel swallowed hard as she focused on the goal: winning. "I'm glad we're going to have a great deal of sex."

Brittany stepped closer to Rachel, purring her next words. "You should be, you know what they say about dancers right?"

Rachel swallowed hard, indeed she did know. "Yes, I can imagine how your flexibility would be conducive to sexual activity."

Brittany decided it was time to up the ante. "I'm going to kiss you now."

Rachel pulled Brittany closer, wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist. "Not if I kiss you first."

Rachel and Brittany both hesitantly leaned in to one another silently hoping the other one would back down, when it became clear that neither would Brittany made her first move and gently pressed her lips against Rachel's. The kiss was sweet and tentative until Rachel realised that Brittany had taken the lead and no one took the lead away from Rachel Berry so she swiped her tongue across Brittany's lips silently asking permission to deepen the kiss, which Brittany gave willingly.

When she saw the kiss deepen Quinn could not take any more and burst into the living room from her hiding place in the kitchen. "Oh hell no! Get the hell away from her Britt!

Brittany cocked her head at Quinn. "Why?"

Quinn stormed over to Rachel and pulled her into a side hug. "Because I'm in love with Rachel!" Rachel could not help the smile that lit up her face, they had not been saying it to each other for very long and she never got tired of hearing the words tumble from her girlfriend's mouth.

Santana and Finn pushed their way into the unfolding drama through the front door, Finn slipped in the rush but Santana just stepped over his body to get to Brittany and wrap her arms around the blonde cheerleader's waist.

Brittany looked at Quinn and Rachel's embrace with a huge grin on her face and clapped her hands together. "You are! Yay!"

Quinn turned Rachel to face her and ran her hands up and down Rachel's arms causing the diva to shiver from the sensation. "I love you Rachel." She then pulled Rachel in to a sweet loving kiss.

Santana pulled a face. "Oh crap, this shit's about to get sappy." She took hold of Brittany's hand. "C'mon B, I need to go do something really nasty and dirty to scrub my mind clear."

Finn watched Santana drag Brittany out of Rachel's house and then turned forlornly to look at his two ex-girlfriends making out. "So… I'm gonna go. It's been a long day and I'm kinda hungry."

Rachel did not look up from massaging Quinn's tongue with her own but she did give Finn a thumbs up and motioned that she would call him later.

Puck was having a pretty good day, thanks to Artie's tutoring he'd gotten a solid B in his Algebra test first period, he got extra waffles at lunch and Mercedes looked like she might be willing to tap his fine ass which could only ever be good news because that chick was fierce. Hence Puck was on his way to the choir room to rustle up some Motown sheet music that he could use to impress his once and future lady.

The sight that greeted Puck upon his entrance to the choir room blew his mind so badly he swore his brain crashed and rebooted itself like three times. Rachel had Quinn bent over the piano, Cheerios top & bra discarded on the floor, spanks pulled down to her ankles, skirt flipped up and Rachel's right fist buried inside her. Rachel's left hand was pulling on Quinn's ponytail while Rachel seemed to be whispering utterly filthy things into Quinn's ear when she wasn't biting on the lobe.

Puck raised his arms in victory and before he could stop himself shouted. "BEST. DAY. EVER!"