Firstly, thank you all for the reviews they were very kind and inspiring. Also a thanks to everyone who followed and favorite it. Secondly, so sorry for the wait I really had a lot of stuff to do. I hope this lives up to what you were expecting. For those who want an update on Size Ain't Everything I'm working on it. One last important thing! READ the A/N in the END so you can decide where this will go.

Ps: I don't own anything, except my ideas, and sorry for all the mistakes, I'm sure I made a lot of them. Just know that English is NOT my native language. Enjoy.

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"Well, you're still here aren't you?" Rachel smirked smugly "So, what do you say? Will you go on a date with me?

"No." Rachel's smirk fell. She was not expecting that.

"What do you mean no?"

"I mean, no I'm not going on a date with you."

"Why?"

"Do you really want an honest answer?"

"That would be nice."

"Because you're obviously cocky, self-centered, have an ego bigger than the Empire State Building and from what I just witness you clearly don't care about other people's feelings that much. Everything is just a game to you, and the only reason you're still here, trying to convince me to go out with you is because you see me as your next challenge, instead of a next potential partner.

So no, I don't want to go on a date or get involved with someone like that. Not to mention that those aspects are most certainly connect to some kind of emotional damage you couldn't get over. First love heartbreak, maybe, or family troubles, perhaps. Either way I don't feel like being your next experiment."

Rachel was speechless. She just stood there, impressed with the girl's ability to read her. Quinn, satisfied that she had made her point, decided to leave the girl reflecting. She was about to reach the door, when somebody held her wrist.

"But I bought you a cinnamon roll." Rachel said with pleading eyes as if it was the most romantic gesture in the planet. "And you forgot the part that I'm obdurate."

Quinn couldn't help, she laughed. "Well, that is certainly a game changing factor."

"I'm glad we can agree, now shall we go?"

"I was being sarcastic."

"I wasn't. And I really want to get to know you, not one night stand knowledge, but know what you like and don't, favorite color, dreams, most embarrassing moment during high school. I want to know what are the occasions you raise your eyebrow, other than when you're annoyed or trying to show you're not impressed; I also what to know what would make you giggle, because I bet you have a cute giggle. And, I'm not saying I wouldn't want to partake sexual intercourse with you – I'm only human and you're stunning at worse – but, if you wanted I could just find out all these things like a friend. Only if you're up for that too, I mean if you don't want-"

"Shut up." Quinn cut her ramble and smiled as her eyes met Rachel's. "That woman threw hot coffee on you, right?"

"Yes, it was pretty hot."

"Good. Now be aware that if I consider this, and realize that you're treating it like a game, I'll do a hell lot worse than throw hot coffee on your face."

"Point taken, so… was that yes?"

Quinn chuckled. "Of course not."

"What?"

"I'm not going out with you, I thought I made that pretty clear, but since you have this entire plan I'll spend the day with you doing all this activities as an observer, perhaps a friend. However, it won't be a date."

"Well, you can call it whatever you like it, but I'll warn you, I'll be courting you and calling it a date."

"You're very lucky I love cinnamon rolls."

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The date/friendly outing was going… fine. Well, at the beginning, everything was great; Rachel changed her clothes fast and bought a gardenia for Quinn on her way back. So far so good, things started to change during their walk through Central Park.

They had been talking for about two hours; they conversed about everything, Rachel told Quinn the places she had visited while growing up and Quinn explained her passion about photography and art. Everything was wonderful and fun, until it wasn't.

It happened while Rachel was telling Quinn the reason she gave up on her Broadway dream and decided to be a doctor. Quinn felt a raindrop on her nose and looked up. The sky was dark and there was definitely a storm coming.

"Did you checked the weather forecast before planning this 'date'?"

Rachel laughed and looked at Quinn as if she was crazy. "Of course not, I don't believe in that shit."

"Did you hit your head when you were a child or something? Weather forecast is not like horoscope. You can't not believe in it."

"Of course I can. Don't get me wrong I believe in science, but I don't think a bunch of scientists can predict if it's going to rain or not. Besides, if they were actually good scientists they wouldn't be trying to guess the weather. You didn't see Albert Einstein foreseeing whether it was going to be a sunny day or not."

Both of them were so engrossed with their discussion that they didn't realize they were starting to get wet.

"Do you even know anything about science? My father is a meteorologist and it's not that simple, they study the atmospheric movements it's very complex and difficult. So don't start saying crap about subjects you know nothing about."

"Puh-lease, I'm in med school, my lab class is more complex and difficult than guessing the weather. And my condolences to your father, I can't imagine anything more boring to do."

"Oh right! Because medicine is the most thrilling profession ever. It must be so exciting seeing people sick all the time."

"It may be-" Rachel stopped talking when she noticed they were already soaked and they still had a movie to watch. "Shit, we have to hurry, the movie begins in twenty minutes."

"Great. Can you remember me why the hell did I agree to this?"

"Because I'm hot, and very likeable." Rachel smirked while dodging someone's umbrella that had almost hit her.

"If those were true, then maybe."

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Fortunately, they got at the movie theater on time, barely, but they did. Rachel had purchased the tickets when she planned the date, so there was no need to wait in the line, though there was a small problem.

"Oh fuck."

"What now?" Quinn asked. "Please don't tell me you forgot the tickets."

"I didn't forget the tickets." Quinn raised her eyebrow exasperated as if telling Rachel to explain.

Throughout their date, Rachel came to find the eyebrow thing or the way Quinn's eyes seemed to change from hazel to green endearing traits. But now, everything was quite frighten because this was the "I'm pissed" face. Still beautiful, though definitely not her favorite one.

"Well…" Rachel looked anywhere at but Quinn. "How would you feel if we reschedule the movie? For like tomorrow, cause that's kinda the day I bought this tickets." Oopps. She should have guessed asking Noah for any favor wasn't a very wise idea.

"Please tell me you are freaking kidding me." Quinn said desperately. She was actually enjoying the brunette's company, but it seemed as if she could get one thing right.

"I really wish I was, but apparently, my friend can't even buy a frikin ticket."

"Fucks sake. So is this really your attempt at the best date ever? I wonder what kind of hell you'd make a girl go through if you wanted to give her the worst."

They were interrupted by the sound of Rachel's phone. Quinn merely made a sign to her go-ahead and take the call. After all, the night couldn't get worse.

"What do you want Satan?"

"Donts you dare give me that tone dwarf. How did it go? Did you find the girl?"

"Yes I did."

"Great! I knew I could count on you, hobbs."

"Oh I wouldn't go that far, I found the girl, though, I according to her, we had already met. Like a while ago, when I slept with her and didn't call, then did the same thing with her sister."

"Ouch! I can't fucking believe it! Do you have any idea what that leaves me? Fuck it dwarf, now Imma gonna have to work for the internship, do you have any idea how hard is to out-do a bunch of losers who have nothing to do but study? Cause that's all that those law students gots going for them."

"If makes you feel better I got a slap and she threw coffee on me."

"It does. I'm considering throwing drinks on you too when I get tired of studying. Now I'm gonna go, aunt Tana has a thing to do." They both knew she meant someone, but it was nice she was being less crass about it since Brittany.

After she hang up, Rachel went find Quinn to continue what was turning into a terrible date. She was going to take the girl to the restaurant, so they could have a nice romantic dinner, she deserved at least that.

"So, everything sucked so far, but let's go to the last part, I mean if you're up for that. I pretty sure there's no way I can mess that up."

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Rachel finally got it right on that one.

The cab ride was fun, Rachel shared some fun stories about drunk nights, where she woke up with draws on her face, and another types of pranks her friends believed it was funny. She also explained to the blonde the main reason as to why she didn't believe weather forecasting; when she was eight she decided to have out-door birthday party, she wanted to be a little thematic, so she bought and made a lot of kites, so she could play with her friends. Everything was prepared and beautiful; it was like those kid parties that they showed in the movies. She checked a thousand times, there wasn't one single prediction of raining. Then it turned out, there was this heavy storm; no one showed up and everything was ruined.

It was an infantile motive, regardless, Quinn found it adorable.

Rachel was making sure she wouldn't mess up, when they got there, everything was precisely as she had left: there was only one table with two chairs, surrounded by petals of gardenias and roses. She also spread fake scented candles around the place. The food was in the stove where the cook left it, so it wouldn't get cold, once that if everything had went accordingly; they'd still be at the movie theater.

The restaurant had a division between smokers and non-smokers, Rachel used the other part to make a talk-like ambient, with a lot of pillows, a big fancy sofa, so they could both lied down and be more comfortable, even if nothing were to happen.

That part, they couldn't see yet, because the door was closed. Although, there were some noises coming out of it.

Quinn stood mesmerized with everything, as Rachel opened the door to see what the noises were. She probably forgot to turn off the stereo or something. However, as she open the door, Quinn and she heard a scream before they could even process what was in front of them.

"OH! Sannn right there! Yes! Fuck!" They had been graced with the sight of a very disheveled Brittany and Santana in her birthday suit going down on her.

Rachel was indeed correct; there was no way she could mess up, though she should've remembered that her best friend was Santana Lopez.

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It had passed about two seconds. Then Santana and Brittany started searching for their clothes, Rachel closed the door instantly, and Quinn was just shocked.

"You know, all I wanted was to finish reading "To Kill A Mockingbird" for my paper." She said still stunned.

"I've read it once when I was fifteen, I could help you if wanted."

"No, thank you."

"Okay. So those two were Santana and Brittany, Brittany is the blonde Santana is the one that was sucking-"

"I got it. Just answer me this one thing, all this: the flowers, candles, everything, it was you or someone else's doing?"

"This was all me, well except the food, because I can't cook for shit." Quinn was in deep thought so Rachel decided to keep talking in order to scape the awkward silence. "So I guess that is it, right?"

Quinn suddenly looked right into her. "You know what, no. This was the worst date ever. Not a single thing, not even one thing worked. From the begging it was doomed, you had to clean up coffee off you for heaven's sake."

"Yeah, I guess it sucked really bad, sorry." Rachel didn't really know what to say to that.

"No, you don't understand. We fought; you got the freaking wrong tickets, we might even get sick because of that rain. To top it off, we caught your friends doing it, completely ruining everything. And, you know what? I don't know how, but right now I don't want to strangle you."

"Uh.. thanks, I didn't know you had serial killer tendencies."

"Again, you don't get it. After all this, I'm supposed to never ever want to see you again, and I don't. I wouldn't be opposed to a next date or whatever. Even though this was horrible, I guess that's what you want when you're going out with someone, a person that even though during a shitty situation can make it less crappy. Because you don't really need anyone to make good things better."

"You're saying that if I had in fact given you the best date ever, it wouldn't prove anything, so, it was better this way." Rachel concluded still confused, and sighed. "Gee, it would have spared me a lot of trouble."

"No, you stupid, I'm not saying I'd rather have a bad date than a good one. I'm only saying this crappy date ended up working for you, because my night wasn't as horrible as it should have been. Don't you get it? If you're having an wonderful day the person that makes its better is great, but if you're having a terrible day, the person who makes it better is amazing. It's a twisted logic, but I guess it worked for you."

"I'll that as a compliment, along with your number." Rachel smirked and Quinn smiled. They exchanged numbers, ending the Best Worst Date Ever.

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Okayyy that's it. I hope you liked the way it ended. I was uncertain whether give them a wonderful date or not, but I thought this was more fun.

So I was thinking, I could end this here, or make a short series of "Best … Ever". I already have a few ideas, but I'll take suggestions, although I'll only write if you're interested. Let me know :) also it would be nice to know if you liked the way everything went, or if you'd have preferred them having a perfect date.

Bye :) and review please? It always puts a smile on my face.