I apologize for the late update. This might possibly be the second to the last chapter. I still don't know. My first plan for this story was a 5-chaptered story but I'm willing to add a last one, just so you could see a glimpse of their blossoming relationship... I will be starting to write new stories (some oneshots too). And this time, I promise not to keep you all waiting for many days. Really sorry for the typos, grammar and mistakes. I'm still trying to improve my skills in writing.

Well I'll stop the blabbing and enjoy! Reviews are very much appreciated :D

Friday and what's next?

The next morning, when all of Quinn's anger have dissipated, the events from last night started to dawn on her.

I kissed Rachel.

She pushed me away.

I told her I like her.

She didn't say she like me back.

She said yes on a date with someone else.

That's it.

She likes Finn.

Not me.

That's it.

She sighs, now tired of feeling like this and decides to just forget about Rachel Berry, be back on bitch mode, and acquire a boyfriend.

But all that plan just translated into her looking like a sad and dazed cheerleader, atleast that's what she looks like to Santana.

The Latina waves a hand in front of the blonde's face during lunch but Quinn just continued looking lost in her own thoughts.

"Hey Quinn! Quinn! Step out of it."

"Huh?" Quinn blinks rapidly, seeming to be out of her dazed state.

"Are you deaf? I've been blabbing to you non stop for the past 5 minutes." Santana says irritated.

"Oh." The blonde's tone apologetic. "What is it?"

"I said what's up with you? You've been...you've been acting like..like this" she gestures towards Quinn "-all day"

"What do you mean?" she replies defensively. "I'm fine Santana, I'm just...tired, didn't get a lot of sleep last night."

"Quinn, cut the crap and tell me what is bothering you."

"San" she breathes. "It's...complicated...I...I don't even know how to start."

"I have time, tell me."

"I...I... Last night..I...I kissed...I kissed Rachel Berry." The blonde waits for her friend's surprised reaction, but none came. "Didn't you hear me? I said I kissed Rachel Berry."

"Oh that. I know you like her." Santana says nonchalantly.

"You what?"

"Oh come on Q, Britts and I know, ever since she stepped foot in this school, you've been acting different. So what happened after?"

"Wait, what gave me away?" Quinn asks still feeling incredulous.

"You're the one telling the story now Quinn, you first tell me what happened then I'll explain mine after."

"Where's Britt?" Quinn looks behind Santana's shoulder.

"Crap Quinn, stop dodging the question adn tell me what happened." The latina holds her friend's hand, a gesture that tells Quinn she won't be judged by anything she'll say.

"Fine." She bites her lip, still a bit hesitant, but continues "I kissed her, and then she pushed me away. I told her that I like her but she didn't say it back. And then she got a text from Finn saying that their date is on for Saturday. After that, I lost my temper, we argued then I left."

"What? She picked Frankenstein over you?! Is that girl stupid?"

"Lower your voice Santana, someone might hear you. I don't want them to think that I've been rejected" Quinn warns.

"But why would she push you?"

"Because..." Quinn tears her eyes away from the Latina "...she's probably straight...She diesn't swing that way." She adds sadly.

"What do you wanna do with her." Santana's voice menacing. "Tell me, I'll make sure she receives every slushi—"

"No Santana" she interrupts the girl calmly, squeezing her hand. "I don't want her to hate me more than before.

"You sure?"

"Yeah" she sighs. "What I wanna do right now is move on, forget that it happened and just be happy. So can you promise to not do anything to her?"

The latina nods, then smiles sweetly at the blonde. "Come on, after eating lunch, I'll find someone cute enough that you can date."

From about three tables away from them, sits Rachel Berry

Rein it in Rachel.

They're just friends.

Quinn likes you.

She even told you that last night.

She kissed you.

Don't worry.

It'll all be cleared up once you talk to her.

The brunette is planning to talk to the girl later, to inform her that she cancelled her date with Finn and to tell her that she likes her too. Last night, after their fight, she immediately regretted pushing Quinn away, even more, letting her go home alone, while its raining. That was not cool. And it might have translated that she didn't reciprocate the blonde's feelings.

But I like her.

I really do.

I was just caught off guard.

Don't worry Rachel. Everything would be fine once you talked to her.

Rachel was nervously waiting on her seat in Literature Class, formulating a way on how to confess her feelings to the blonde.

Quinn, are you tired? Cause you've been running on my mind all day...

Quinn are you Angry Birds? Cause I'm addicted to you...

Quinn I wished that I was a piece of clothing, just so...

Her eyes landed to the girl entering the room, approaching the seat next to her. But unlike yesterday, the girl wears a face devoid of emotion, and that fact unnerves Rachel. Quinn settles on her seat, not even glancing at the brunette. Rachel was taken aback by this sudden change of demeanor. But this little setback won't stop her talking to the girl. She taps Quinn's shoulders.

"Quinn.."

"Quinn" again.

"What?" the emptiness in the bonde's voice scared Rachel.

"I...I I wanted to talk to you about last night...the uh.."

"What last night? I don't know what you're talking about Berry." The girl dismisses. Quinn refuses to look at her, choosing to just take notes of what the teacher is writing on the board. Here she was trying to forget that it happened, but Rachel is also here continuing to confuse her.

"I mean... you uh..you kissed me Quinn...you even told me that you like me.." Rachel stammers while playing with her own fingers.

But instead of answeing, Quinn raises her hand. "Ms. Holiday may I be excused?"

"Yes Quinn, what is it?" the teacher turns around to acknowledge her.

"I don't feel well, I think I'm about to vomit. May I go to the nurse?"

"Oh okay, don't forget to grab the hallway pass, sweet cheeks." The teacher resumed writing on the board. Quinn rushed outside of the room, leaving a very much confused Rachel Berry. The whole period passed by slowly for the brunette. Quinn did not come back causing for her to worry a bit. But a part of her feels that Quinn just used it as an excuse to avoid answering her question.

What happened?

Is she mad at me?

And now she refuses to talk to me?

Glee Club meeting.

When Rachel entered the choir room, she saw the blonde flirting with another blonde, Sam Evans. They were whispering sweet nothings to each other, all the while giggling and smiling. Anyone who can see them could tell that they are lost in their own world. Rachel settles in her seat, feeling her stomach churn from what she just saw. Her face fell, now confirming that what the blonde said or did last night wasn't true.

Maybe it was just a prank.

To get back at me for pissing her off the first day of school.

Maybe what I heard about her was right.

She likes manipulating people.

Just for fun.

She manipulated me and I fell for it.

Last night was nothing but a manipulative schem by one HBIC.

And I was stupid enough to fall for it.

Rachel composes herself in her seat, then she raises her hand and says "Mr. Schue could I sing first before we start today's meeting?"

It won't stop me from saying how I really feel.

After I get this all out, I can finally move on from this.

Move on.

"Sure Rachel, the floor is all yours."

She goes in front and looks at all of them, except for one. She couldn't look at Quinn, she just could not. She then shifts her gaze to her own feet, mustering up all the courage she needs to say how she really feels

"Hey everyone, I uh, I dedicate this song to a person. A person that confused me from day one and still confuses me. And I...I don't know what will happen to us now, but I'd like to say that I liked you too. What I did may have been minsconstrued as the opposite, but I really did like you. But id doesn't matter now. Cause I'm planning to move past this, just like you. I'm just saying this to get it all out of my system, especially after seeing what you are doing right now. I'm singing this song as a way of saying goodbye. And that I thank you for teaching me to not believe anything you say."

The piano played.

The whole club was confused.

Quinn froze.

And Rachel sung her heart out.

There's a song that's inside of my soul...

Rachel was in the middle of opening the door of her house when someone hugged her tightly from behind.

"Please don't kill me." She closes her eyes tightly, fearing that this might be the end of her life.

"Rachel" Quinn whispers in her ear. Quinn followed her to her house, this time ready to talk to the brunette. After hearing Rachel's feelings in Glee club, Quinn was now willing to pursue the girl, and if rejected, at least this time, she tried. The brunette's fear is not dissipating. In fact, she was more scared now than before when she thought someone was attacking her. But apparently, the burglar...is Quinn. The one who's about to stole her heart if not guarded.

"Quinn what are you doing?" she tried to sound irritated and she made a move to remove the blonde's hands away from her waist. Still, Quinn just tightens her hold.

"No, I'm not letting you go until we really talk about this."

"What do you want." She replies, now giving up in fighting the blonde's grasp. They just stood there in front of her door. Quinn hugging her from behind and Rachel standing still. Good thing her dads were not home hearing this and seeing this.

"I'm sorry Rachel. I'm so sorry." The blonde sounded broken, but it won't easily deter Rachel's attempt at not being affected.

"For what?"

"I shouldn't have humiliated you in front of the whole school. I shouldn't have played with you two days ago. I shouldn't have lost my temper last night. I should have let you explained. I shouldn't have left. I shouldn't have ignored you in class today. And I shouldn't have flirted with Sam." She rambles.

"I told you Quinn, it's no big deal. I'm moving on-"

"I'm not. I'm not" she shakes her head against Rachel's shoulders. "I'm not moving on Rachel. I like you. I like you. I like you. I never felt this way about someone, so maybe that's part of the reason I'm terrible at dealing with this."

"I don't know Quinn. I don't know if I could still believe you. After all this...I just.."

"Please Rachel, give me a chance, one last chance. I know that we don't know each other very much, but believe me when I say that my heart beats faster whenever you're near. And that you're voice makes me feel all giddy inside. And I was really jealous of Finn last night that's why I acted so impulsively and irrationally. And I also know that this isn't an enough excuse for the way I behaved. All I'm asking for is to give this a chance. Give us a chance. I'm begging you. I'll even kneel in front of you if you like."

Rachel's heart swelled.

I know I'm stupid for believing this girl, again.

But that's what liking someone is right?

Right?

Should I take the risk?

The brunette spins around to face the blonde, she hugs the girl tightly and smile against the blonde's shoulders.

"I like you too. I know it's crazy, but I'm willing to give this a chance."

Quinn smiles widely and pulls back a bit to see the girl's face. "Really?"

"Yes Quinn. But before that, I wanna take something back from you."

Quinn's brows crosses in confusion and then she raises them in understanding. "Oh, you mean your test paper. It's in the car-" But the brunette already smothered her lips before she could continue. Rachel's hands grip tightly on Quinn's neck while the latter hold the girl's waist. They pulled away because of the need for oxygen and Quinn's cheeks were obviously flustered. Rachel found the sight very adorable.

"Hey, you're blushing" she teases.

"No I'm not" she replies hastily, a bit embarrassed.

"Don't worry HBIC. At least I took it back from you."

"I still don't understand..."

"I took back the kiss you stole from me."