Quinn strolled into the choir room, keeping her eyes trained to the floor. Sam was talking animatedly beside her and she tried to nod at appropriate times but nothing went in. She was nervous about seeing Rachel that that she had been jittery the whole day.

She had spent the weekend in her room, trying to get rid of everything about Rachel. She had dumped everything that reminded her of Rachel – a yellow shirt, her towel which was hers now, the notes she wrote. But when she sealed them up and stood in the centre of her room, an overwhelming sense of emptiness swept through her off guard. And the emptiness intensified itself every second and consumed her bit by bit. By the first minute, she felt the room shrinking and soon, she was trapped in a hole, unable to breath.

She could pack, threw them into a box and sealed it. But she can't pack away the memories as much as she wanted to.

The box were ripped open and kicked behind the door.

She ended up running. She could feel air gushing into her lungs and yet it was not enough. The sound of her foot stomping on the ground rang loudly in her ears. Bump. Bump Bump. You know when they said running helps in distracting yourself? They were so damn right. But as she bent over and tried to catch her breath, the emotions and thoughts almost knocked her off her feet.

They failed to mention that she can't run forever.

So she prayed. She turned to God and prayed for a way out. She prayed to God to stop herself from feeling the way she's feeling. She prayed to God to make Rachel happy. She prayed to God to stop making her hurt Rachel.

That didn't work because she ended up thinking more about Rachel than she started.

It was starting to get exhausting when she closed her eyes and Rachel was at the back of her eyelid, her different expressions flashed by one after another like a billboard. Then the flashing stopped to a single expression which made her heart cringed in pain.

The corner of Rachel's mouth crept upwards when her eyes landed upon Quinn.

When did everything spiral so completely out of control?

"You know, that was crazy. Puck and Brittany were so drunk that they were practically grinding each other. That made Santana so mad that she almost tore off Puck's balls. I swear to God."Sam continued, then he stopped, suddenly aware of what he had just unconsciously blurted out. He turned to Quinn, fear scribbled evidently on his face.

"Sorry, I mean, I swear. No offense to God."He added apologetically, waiting for a full blown reprimand. Quinn sighed deeply and made the mistake of lifting her head because there, in the centre of the room, was Rachel, trying very hard to keep her eyes straight. Quinn should be grateful that they were not locking eyes but even so, she could not tear her eyes off her. She heard the blood gushing in her ears and Sam's apologies were fading in the background. Then a weird and cliché thing happened.

The room was suddenly darkened and a single spotlight was shone upon Rachel.

Quinn felt all the air in her lungs were thrown out of the building. Because Rachel, damn Rachel, was looking so gorgeous.

Then Rachel tilted her head slightly and their eyes contacted. All coherent thoughts were stuffed to the back of her head and for once, her mind was blank. She knew her facial expression must had been weird because Sam's mumbling were now getting louder and then he touched her and she was back to earth.

"Quinn, are you okay?" His brows were burrowed and concern was evident on his face. Quinn blinked and the chattering in the room was back again. She panted, trying to catch her breath.

"I'm...I'm okay."She coughed out and Sam let out a sigh of relief. She hurried to her seat and kept her head straight, decided that she will never look at Rachel again even if the roof was to fall.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

Santana watched as the two love birds tried to avoid each other's glances but ended up meeting them again. They ducked their head shyly and dropped their gaze to the floor.

"That's number five." Santana murmured under her breath. Brittany raised her eyebrow. 'What's number five?"

"The fifth time Quinn and Rachel tried not to look at each other but failed, Brit-Brit."She said, matter-of-factly.

"Why are they trying not to look at each other?"Brittany questioned, her eyes now following the two, puzzled.

"Baby, did you really not notice anything weird between them?"

"Notice what?"Kurt turned his head towards the two, finally gave up eavesdropping their conversation.

Santana turned to Kurt, a scowl on her face. "And since when were you allowed into the conversation?" Kurt rolled his eyes, expecting the curt remarks from Santana.

"I gave him the pass Santana."Brittany tugged her Cheerios jacket and she softened. Satana rolled her eyes in response. Whatever. Brittany turned to Kurt with a small grin. "Santana was just talking about Quinn and Rachel and how they were trying to do something with their eyes."

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Oh, you mean like how Quinn was trying to rape Rachel with her eyes?" Brittany gasped. "God, can you do that?"She turned to Santana and tugged her excitedly. "We should totally try that."

Unexpectedly, a small blush coloured the face of the brunette and Kurt resisted the urge to roll his eyes and scream "WHIPPED!". He was excited that he was not the only one noticing the changes between them and he would not risk the chance the fish more information from Santana. He bet she knew something.

"What have you noticed Gaga?"Santana asked, her arms folded infront of her. Kurt smirked. "Well, anyone with eyes would have noticed how Quinn and Rachel's relationship changed faster than the roller coaster ride. And the look on Quinn's face just now when their gazes met? Totally telling." Kurt raised both his hands to emphasize on his point.

Santana smirked. "And the two beards had no idea yet..."Her voice trailed off and three pair of eyes dodged from Sam, Quinn, Rachel then Finn. Kurt nodded in agreement. "In total oblivion."

Brittany frowned. "But none of them is having a beard." She questioned, totally confused. "My Dad used to have a beard. He was having them for years. When I asked him to shave it off, he shrugged and said that beards served as a distraction and he felt like at least he could hide something about him from the world, you know."Brittany shrugged. "I had no idea what he meant. I mean, why hide your lips from the world?" Brittany's expression was so adorable that Santana slipped a hand to her back just because. Then Santana perked her eyebrows.

"But B, your dad does not have a beard."

Brittany laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I shaved it off when I was 8. He was mad! It took him awhile to get used to his new look and all. Who knows he looked so much better without the beard?"

Santana and Kurt widened their eyes. And when they looked at each other, they smirked knowingly.

They were so going to shave off the beards.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Sam and Finn frowned simultaneously.

"What is this all about?"Finn questioned, eyeing warily at the other Glee members.

Kurt lifted 2 fingers. "Two words: Quinn and Rachel."

"But that's three words."Brittany injected but was ignored.

"Okay..."Sam nodded his head, trying to piece the picture. "...there's why Finn and I are here, tied to the chair..."

"...because we will do something stupid if we're not tied to the chair... Right." Finn added, his eyes unfocused, trying to piece the details as well. Then he looked up, as though something finally snapped.

"Are they cheating on us?"

Santana walked to Finn and slapped both her hands on the armrests. She leaned towards Finn with slight aggression. "Finnocence, you have been treating Elphaba like a joke. If I were her I would already leave you like it's so god-damn funny." Finn blinked and silently thanked grilled cheese that he and Santana were over before it even started. The passive aggression in Santana always kinda scare him.

Kurt appeared next to Santana with a slight frown. "Finn, although you're my half-brother, I have to admit, Santana is right." He added sadly.

"What's going on?"Finn asked, getting even more confused than ever.

Then Mercedes stepped forward and shook her head before adding. "You will have to break up with Rachel, Finn." Finn's jaws dropped as his eyes slowly trailed to Mercedes. "What?" Finn coughed out. Was he pranked?

"What Big Mama meant was Rachel deserved so much more than your 30 seconds of happiness could give. God, my fingers give me more pleasure than you did."

"Hey!" Finn tried to stand up but failed miserably. His legs twitched instinctively and he seriously needed to kick some chairs!

Mercedes lifted a finger before Finn could say another word. "Rachel and I may not be friends and most of the time her yanking annoyed me like hell but..."She paused and then stared straight into Finn's eyes. "She deserved more than what you could give her, Finn. She deserved New York and you will just be a hurdle to her."

Finn's shoulders dropped and his face softened at the revelation.

Then Puck stepped into the picture with a guilty look. "Sorry bro but I have to admit, they were right. You were awful to Rachel. And the incident at the haunted house? Not cool."

The room remained ghostly silent as Finn hung his head low in resignation. His eyes were unfocused as he tried to process the information.

Then he whispered. "Do you mean she will be happier without me?"

His question left unanswered but he heard their answers anyway. His shoulders slumped and the bitterness in his mouth increased threefold. He really needed to kick the chairs.

"I'm sorry to interrupt guys but...why am I tied to the chair as well?"Sam perked an eyebrow.

"Oh Trouty mouth, for your case, it's just sad that we are tired of you sucking Quinn's soul with that vacuum of yours. It was disgusting." Santana scowled disgustedly.

Kurt shrugged. "Sorry Sam, you were just of a wrong gender."He added sympathetically.

"What do you mean?"Sam widened his eyes in confusion.

"You're Quinn's beard!"Brittany injected amusingly that diffused some of the tension in the air.

"And what does she mean by that?"Sam questioned again.

"What she meant was, Quinn is gay."Tina spoke for the first time and everybody turned to her in surprise.

"What, am I only allowed to speak to my boyfriend?" She snapped, annoyance obvious on her face.

"Quinn is gay?" Sam repeated, the words tasted weird in his mouth. His girlfriend was gay?

"Come on, like you have not noticed." Artie urged.

Right, all the refusal to move on to second base and the obvious annoyance when he tried his luck... Damn, now how they all fitted perfectly.

"Damn it, I am her beard!" He exclaimed, suddenly angry.

"Now that we have shaved off the beards, Quinn and Rachel can finally be together!" Brittany squeaked. She had missed Quinn's smiles and Rachel and Quinn looked totally cute together.

A second of silence passed before everybody except Brittany, Santana and Kurt exclaimed in astonishment. "WHAT!"

A pin dropped on the floor.

"Alright guys, we have alot of explaining to do..."Kurt sighed.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Finn rubbed his neck, the tension obvious on his face. He let out a breath.

"I know."He whispered, his eyes glued to the ground and his body stiffened.

Rachel knitted her eyebrows, trying to make sense. Before she could question, Finn looked straight into her eyes and repeated himself. "I know."

Rachel blinked and looked away immediately. She swallowed a lump in her throat. He didn't mean...

"I know about you and Quinn..."Finn raised his voice alittle but his eyes dropped back to the ground. Rachel panicked. She reached out to Finn but he swung his hand away. She coughed out a chuckle, even when the panic started to swell like a balloon in her chest. "What...what do you mean?"

Rachel could see the small glitter of light at the end of the tunnel flickered and dimmed tremendously. She swallowed another lump of fear and pain and refused to let her mind wander. After the kiss on Christmas night, she had tried to stuff down the hope, tried to jar it and screw the lid tight, but hope was not something that could be tamed; it had swelled up in her like a bubble.

"You guys were together OK!"He spitted out, showing a hint of anger as his eyes flickered back to Rachel. Rachel felt herself cringed inside. The gravity of Finn's words sank in and pricked her hope with a needle. She felt an intense urge to coil herself into a ball and tear. A sob worked its way up her throat as her stomach rolled over in nauseas. She tried to cover it and ended up sounding like someone who was laughing whilst being punched in the gut. Ironically, that was exactly how it felt like.

"Who told you that?"She lifted her chest higher, trying to intimidate (but failed miserably) Finn. She could do this, she could talk her way out of this. She had to talk her way out of this.

"Glee members. Apparently all the glee club members already knew about it."Finn sounded bitter. Rachel let go a breath which she had no idea she was holding.

"Just the Glee members?" She asked, unable to contain the sense of relief which she was feeling.

Finn didn't reply but instead, shuffled his feet awkwardly. The silence was deafening.

"Am I not good enough for you?"He whispered, his head hung low and eyes avoiding Rachel's. Rachel felt guilt churning inside her and it intensified itself when she realized that it hadn't crossed her mind about Finn's feelings. She reached out to Finn and took it as a good sign that he did not retreat his hand again.

"Finn, it's not you, please. It's just me."

When Finn looked up again, he looked like a kicked puppy and the guilt in her escalated. Rachel pulled him into an embrace and patted him lightly, trying her best to comfort him. "It's just that... All I could see is Quinn. I'm sorry..."She felt tears rolling down her cheeks at her confession because finally, she said it. After trying to brush it off and move on with her life, she realized, there's no life without Quinn. She felt Finn's hand rubbing her back and she burrowed her face into his chest.

They stood there, in the middle of the hallway in silence. Students around them rushed to their classes, oblivious that a bomb had fallen.

"Is it something like pizza? It's like even when all the other delicious food is placed on the table, I can only see pizza?"He questioned, his hand was now stroking Rachel's hair. Rachel laughed out softly and pulled him closer.

I'm sorry, Finn.

"Yea, something like that."

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Quinn arrived and frowned when she realized something was definitely wrong. Santana's place was too quiet for a party. The last time they had a party this quiet was when Quinn was 10 and they had the party in her church. Santana swore never to attend any of her parties again.

She pushed open the unlock door and food and beverages were lined up neatly on the table. It did seem like a party but, where was everybody?

"Hello?"She called out, slightly apprehensive as she took the next step. Right in the centre of the living room was a board with the words "TO THE COURTYARD" scribbled across. Panic started to sink in. She grabbed her bag closer to her body and her heartbeat quickened, a scene of the movie "I knew what you did last summer" flickered across her head. Slowly, she approached the courtyard, her eyes darting the surrounding, expecting to be attacked any time sooner.

Then she saw a figure standing in the courtyard and her heart missed a beat.

"Rachel?"She whispered and Rachel turned around, surprised. Quinn took in her outfit and her stomach did a flip at how gorgeous she looked. "You're beautiful."She complimented before she could stop herself.

Shyly, Rachel ducked her head down and beamed. That compliment was unexpected. "Er...thanks." She bit her lips to stop herself from saying more than she needed to. "You're breathing-taking as always."She looked up and saw the blonde blushed at her compliment.

Gosh, and so damn freaking cute.

"Any idea what's going on?" Quinn questioned, her hands gesturing their surrounding as she took another step towards Rachel. The puzzled expression on the brunette's face spelt it all.

Then she heard a click behind her and turned around to find, well, everybody grinning at them like they knew something. Even Sam managed to give her a small smile. Rachel and Quinn shared a glance.

What the...

Quinn reached across to the door and tried to yank it open.

"Damn, it's locked."

"What?" Rachel strode towards Quinn and tried to open the door, using muscles which she never knew existed. But damn those doors!

"Open the damn door!"Quinn shouted but nobody made any move. Her eyes landed upon Santana who smirked in return. She moved towards Quinn and placed her palms together before opening it, gesturing her to the book. Quinn widened her eyes in disbelief. What? Was that why she wanted her to bring that thing here?

Reading Quinn's expression, Santana laughed out loud, waving her hands as she walked away. Quinn banged her fist against the glass door.

"Santana, let us out!"

Sanatana gave her one last pointed look before the loud music filled the air. Quinn darted her eyes to Tina, who mouthed a 'Sorry' before walking away. Sam passed by them with a sad smile. Finn's eyes were glued to the floor. In short, nobody did anything to rescue them.

Quinn turned around to face Rachel, a resigned look on her face. "Pranked."She said and shrugged. Her back leaned against the glass door and she slowly slide down until she was sitting on the floor. Rachel joined her and laughed lightly. "It's OK. I prefer here though." Quinn tried to mask her pumping heart with a grin. Rachel stretched her legs infront of her and shifted to adjust herself. Her skirt crawled up alittle and Quinn tore her eyes away from her legs.

The two fell into a silence that gripped them firmly but never too tight. The music pumped softly in the background.

"Finn broke up with me."Rachel busied herself with her hands. Quinn's eyes snapped to Rachel's with the unexpected revelation.

"Why?"

Rachel took a deep breath and willed herself to look at Quinn. Quinn's face softened as her eyes landed upon Rachel.

Yeah, she knew why.

"Sam broke up with me too." She puffed out a humourless laugh. She turned and a sad smile hanging on her face.

Rachel's mouth dropped to form an 'O' but did not ask further, although Quinn could taste the unspoken questions in the air. In the background, the glee members were cheering, probably, about a make-out session between Brittany and Santana.

They sat there in silence, absorbing the weird serenity about the whole situation. For the first time in this entire period, they were both single.

"Hey..." Quinn broke the silence and turned to Rachel with a playful smirk on her face. "...favourite show?" Quinn saw Rachel's face light up which made her smile.

"Funny girls." She answered without hesitation and straightened her back in excitement. Rachel's excitement was contagious."Favourite drink?" Quinn smiled at the mirrored question.

"Chocolate milk." Rachel perked her eyebrows at the new information. Quinn always drink coffee when she was with her... was it because Rachel loved coffee? "Favourite actor?"

"Ashton Kutcher." She watched as Quinn tried to hide a smirk. She frowned. "What? I like his butt chin."She added defensively and Quinn let out a small laugh. Rachel's pout slowly morphed into a smile. She loved hearing Quinn's laugh and everytime that happens, Rachel could physically feel Quinn taking her heart from her. "Favourite festival?"

"Christmas."Quinn whispered and the atmosphere thickened considerably. Rachel felt her heart contracted and she held her breath to ease the discomfort. Too close to the heart. "Favourite movie?"

"New Year's Eve." Quinn puffed out a laugh and tilted her head silently towards Rachel with a curious peep. "Because of Ashton Kutcher?"

"Well partly...I also think her co-lead was kinda hot."Rachel tucked her hair shyly behind her ears.

Quinn perked an eyebrow. "Oh, that brunette?" Rachel nodded.

"Didn't know you have a thing for brunettes."Quinn teased and she crossed her legs over each other. "Is that why you're so into yourself?" Quinn bit her lips to stop herself from laughing out loud. She could almost imagine Rachel's face when she hit her shoulder lightly with a small 'Hey'. She must be pouting. "I'm actually more into blondes." She added.

Quinn felt her stomach shrinking and she felt nauseas. She let out a huff. A sudden nervousness flared in her stomach.

"Blondes? Not just one blonde?"She murmured, eyes on her hands. At the corner of her eyes, she saw Rachel's body tensed, as though unsure of what Quinn had just revealed.

Silence fell over them like a wet blanket.

"I've missed you." The emotional strain was evident in her voice even as she tried to hush it. She wasn't sure if Rachel had heard her. At the corner of her eyes, she saw Rachel's body stiffened further. She could practically see the doubt radiating off the smaller girl and it killed her that she had caused it. She tried to breathe but there was only an empty whistling sound, no relief.

Every word squeezed Rachel's heart tighter until she felt it stopped beating altogether. Then she watched as Quinn slowly and cautiously reached into her bag, feeling as if any movement was going to break the hanging thread. She pulled out a black book and Rachel recognised it immediately. Apprehensively, she passed it to Rachel.

"I'm not sure if I am too late." Quinn's voice trembled and cracked slightly.

Rachel traced the cover of the book, imagining Quinn's hand on them. She had always seen Quinn carrying this book everywhere she went but never once requested to see it even when they were somewhat together. It just seemed too intimate and too close to the heart for anybody to prey.

"You sure?" Rachel whispered, waiting for permission to open the Pandora box.

"Please."

Slowly, she flipped the cover and was looking at the x-ray scan of a baby. "Beth at 4 months old" was written neatly below as caption. She flipped the next page and found herself staring at words scribbled untidily across the page. Rachel's fingers touched the part on the page which tears had obviously fallen.

Beth,

Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me.

Rachel's heart cringed at thought of Quinn writing this, alone and helpless and overwhelmed by the damn guilt which was consuming her. She felt a sourish feeling at the back of her eyes and held on to her breath to stop the tears from falling. Her words from their last confrontation haunting her like guilt.

"And now when your game is getting out of hand, you run. Quinn Fabray, you're just scared because you're falling in love with me. You're scared so you run. You're scared to be labelled and your reputation meant more to you than who you are to yourself. Because you're so scared, you give up. Just like how you give up your child. You can pretend with all you want, Quinn Fabray, but you will never be able to forgive your-"

Rachel closed her eyes, willing the voice in her head to stop. But it rang louder instead. When Quinn reached out and wiped her tears away with shimmering eyes and a small smile, she surged forward and pulled her into an embrace.

"Quinn, I..."She choked on her sobs and her chest was now heaving rapidly. Quinn rubbed her back in a comforting way. "It's OK. I'm OK..."She mumbled yet Rachel felt herself sobbing even harder.

"Hush hush...you have not even gone to my favourite part yet."

Reluctantly, Rachel let go of Quinn and wiped her face with the back of her hand. "Gosh, I'm like a cry baby." Quinn laughed good-heartedly. "I can see myself loving that." And Rachel's entire world grinded to a halt at her words.

Her eyes looked away, almost certain that a blush was forming on her face. It's OK, she could attribute it to the crying. She sniffed. God, such a cry baby.

Her fingers flipped to the last page of the book and she was stunned. Her chest tightened and there's not enough air. Her body protested for the lack of oxygen but yet her mind couldn't register the need to breath. The feelings tucked aside rose in her chest and spread through her body like sunlight breaking through a thunderstorm.

The girl on in the picture...

Below the caption was "Jack, when she's looking at her beanstalk."

She turned to Quinn and realized that Quinn had been studying her with worried eyes. "Is that what you have been doing during Glee? Drawing...me?"Her voice squeaked at the last word. Quinn nodded slowly.

Rachel's eyes snapped back to the picture and her fingers traced the outline of herself. God, was she so beautiful in Quinn's eyes? She was so glad that she was sitting instead because she knew her legs were going to give way.

At the bottom right hand corner, Rachel touched the words written nearly on it. A small smile crept up her face.

And if you have a minute, why don't we go

Talk about it somewhere only we know?

This could be the end of everything

So why don't we go

Somewhere only we know?

Her eyes darted to Quinn's and she felt herself boring into a pair of hazel obs. A sense of calmness and peace washed over her as she took in the worried, breath-taking face. She felt like she was finally grounded. There was nothing before this moment and there will be nothing after.

Quinn dropped her eyes and bit her lips. "Rachel, I know whatever I say now will not erase what I have done. I've..."She took a deep breath. "..I've made many mistakes. Denying my feelings for you is definitely up on my list. I've been trying to come to terms with it and... it's hard. So I ran...and ran."She bit her lips to stop them from trembling. "And it's ironic that Santana was the one who forced me to stop running and start facing." She smirked and shifted uneasily. "Santana knew about secrets. She knew what it felt like to be afraid that people could see the things you put away in the darkest corners of yourself..." Her voice trailed off and silence took over.

Rachel almost thought Quinn wouldn't continue until she heard her voice again.

"She ambushed me. Took out my book and said she knew who I was drawing all this time."Quinn's voice was barely a whisper that Rachel had to concentrate to hear her. Then Quinn willed herself to look at Rachel. "Then she said something to me that made me snap." She took a deep dive and bit her lower lips.

"Do not give up something that you know you can't live without." Quinn saw the raw emotions in Rachel's eyes and fought the urge to keep her walls down. They both desperately needed this.

"It's not easy but I'm trying. And admitting them is the first step...right? I know I do not deserve you. I know I'm probably asking for too much if I were to ask you to come back to me like nothing has happened. And I understand if you do not want to, I mean, what can I give you? I probably still can't come out with you now in public..."She puffed out a miserable laugh. Quinn felt Rachel's hand cupping hers and felt an enormous force of courage surged into her. She took in another deep dive.

"But Rachel, I promise one day, we will be out there just like any couple. I promise I'll not deny you... We could start slow, from friends even, if that what it takes..."

And when they locked eyes again, the world disappeared. A fairytale moment taking its place as they took in each other and realized how far they had come to this stage. Nobody probably knew Quinn like Rachel do and vice-versa. And yet, they knew they had so much more to discover about each other.

Rachel held on to Quinn's hand yet nobody speaks, wanting to hold on to this moment as long as possible.

And then, Rachel whispered. "Can you sing that for me?" Quinn blinked numerous times before her words sank in. Her eyes shifted consciously and let go a breath she didn't knew she was holding. The way Rachel was looking at her made her feel like she was anchored and floating at the same time. She looked straight into Rachel's eyes, her voice sounding stronger than she thought it would.

I walked across an empty land

I knew the pathway like the back of my hand

I felt the earth beneath my feet

Sat by the river, and it made me complete

Quinn intertwined her fingers with Rachel. Rachel bit her lower lips to stop herself from smiling. Yeah, that felt so complete.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on

So tell me when you're gonna let me in

I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin

Rachel began playing with her fingers, making her heart pumping loudly and butterflies emerging in her stomach. God, Rachel's bashful smile was the best picture in the world. She watched her intensively, trying to memorise every single detail about this girl infront of her.

I came across a fallen tree

I felt the branches of it looking at me

Is this the place we used to love?

Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

She was faintly aware that the others were starting to countdown loudly behind. It didn't matter, because she was with Rachel and Rachel was leaning forward, closing the gap between them. Quinn felt her heart caught in her throat, pressing against her windpipe and robbed away her ability to breathe.

And if you have a minute, why don't we go

Talk about it somewhere only we know?

This could be the end of everything

So why don't we go

Rachel leaned even closer, her hands were now cupping Quinn's face. Stroking her cheeks slightly and trailing the path of the dried tears.

Somewhere only we know

Somewhere only we know

Rachel's fingers were now tracing the outline of her lips and her eyes dropped to Rachel's lips as well. Quinn swallowed a lump in her throat, trying to force herself not surge forward and taste those lips.

"Somewhere only we know..."Rachel whispered and sealed her lips with a kiss.

The End.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Song: Somewhere only we know – Keane.

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Apologies for the mistakes.