AN: So I've been recently informed by iloveleam that someone has posting a copied version of my fic "Puppy Love" in Portuguese. That news has gotten me into a really sour mood. As far as I can tell (I can't read Portuguese) this is claiming my fic as their own work and will be perform 'updates'

To be honest, I wouldn't mind if someone were to post my work in a different language so long as they ask first and give credit where it's due.

It's not really that big of a deal, but it has gotten me bitter and it makes me feel better to just get it out there.

Quinn gulped. Better sooner rather than later, she guessed. She nervously spun around, wishing that her hair wasn't covering up Rachel's name. If only Santana had seen that this was her best friend's jacket maybe she'd leave her alone. She took a deep breath and tried to offer a smile to her part-time tormentor. "Hi," she said. "I'm-" A hand in her face made her stop.

"Let me rephrase; out of my seat." She should have listened, Quinn knew this and yet she continued to sit.

"But I'm with Rachel," she explained. Santana scoffed in response.

"Oh, what? Are you supposed to be this girlfriend she's been bragging about?" she joked. She started to laugh, but stopped when she noticed the sad and offended look on Quinn's face. "No," she said, shaking her head slowly. "You can't be serious. You? The Virgin Mary?" She laughed bitterly. "No." She shook her head, quicker this time. "She said her girlfriend's name was…" She closed her eyes, rubbing her fingers together as she tried to recall the memory. "Was… was… Quinn! And you're… aw fuck."

Quinn lowered her lower lip, revealing her teeth in a sad, almost apologetic, smile. Santana sneered at her. She didn't even know why she was trying; Santana would never approve of her, but at the very least she wasn't trying to kick out of the table anymore. Instead Santana sulked over to the opposite side before settling down right across from her.

"Okay, stay. But don't get too comfortable." She shifted in her seat, turning away from Quinn and towards the direction of the entrance to the cafeteria. Quinn brought her own attention to her tray of food. She didn't feel much like eating, at not until everyone was present, (that would just be rude) but mostly she just wanted to figure out what Santana's deal was.

"I don't get why you hate me," she whispered, her eyes flickering upward only briefly.

"Did I say that you could speak?" she sneered. Quinn flinched at her words. She almost considered just shutting mouth, but no; that's not the kind of girlfriend Rachel deserved. It might have been a stupid idea, but Quinn straightened her shoulder and looked Santana right in the eye.

"Look, whether you like it or not Rachel and I are together now. So deal with it." Santana's eyes darted to her, a flash of fury shining through them. Quinn readied herself for a quick escape, but Santana only scoffed, and brought her attention back to the entryway. Well, that could have gone better… but it could have gone a lot worse too. At least Quinn had gotten lucky.

A few moments later Rachel return with Sam and Brittany in tow. As they neared the table Brittany's face lit up as when she saw Santana and Quinn. She slid in beside Santana, a beaming smile being sent Quinn's way. "Hey Quinn. I'm glad you're having lunch with us. I see you've already met Santana. I hope you two have been getting along." Quinn opened her mouth to speak but Santana beat her to the punch.

"We've been getting along great Britt," she told Brittany, her voice sounding particularly sweet. Quinn's brow furrowed in confusion.

"That's great! I knew you'd like her." She swung her legs over the bench and got back to her feet. "I'll be back soon; Sam and I still need to get our lunches." She went over to Sam with Santana following close behind.

"I'll come with," she called.

With them gone, Rachel approached the table. She had an amused smirk on her lips due to the bewildered expression on Quinn's face. "Are they-" Quinn began. Rachel nodded before she could finish. "Oh." She had heard the rumors, but that's all they ever were. Rumors.

"They're pretty secretive about their relationship," Rachel explained. "Or at least Santana is," she continued as an afterthought. "But don't tell her I told you that. Santana would kill me if she found out that I did." Quinn nodded slowly, her brain only just being able to process what she was only now learning about the girl she had just moments ago considered the most cold-hearted person in the world.

This day was proving to be exceptionally eventful. It was starting to give Quinn a headache.

But at least she'd be able to relax for a while.

Or at least that's what Quinn hoped.

Quinn knew that that wouldn't be the case when she saw the star quarterback (the word 'star' being used very loosely) come over and take a seat next to Rachel. "Hey Rachel," her greeted. "Who's your friend?" he asked, pointing at Quinn.

"This is Quinn, my-"

"Hi Quinn, nice to meet you," Finn interrupted, extending his hand out. "I'm Finn, but I'm sure you already knew that." Quinn tentatively took his hand, if only to be polite. She regretted the choice immediately; his palms were extremely sweaty. She wiped it off on the bench.

"Finn, it's rude to-"

"So Rachel, you have any plans this Saturday?" he continued, seemingly not registering Rachel's words. For a moment Rachel's eyes widened in slight panic, an action that went unseen by Finn. But Quinn had noticed. Her eyes narrowed and she linked her arm with her girlfriend's. "Cause Burt and my mom are going out, and since Kurt's gonna visit a friend, I'll have the whole place to myself," he announced proudly.

Rachel turned to Quinn with an apologetic look on her face. She lifted up a finger, indicating that she'd take a moment. "Finn, do you think we can talk in private for a moment?" Finn's lips curled upward in a dopey looking grin. He got up and took Rachel's free hand pulling her up to her feet.

"Sure. Excuse us Quinn."

"Hey!" Quinn yelled, getting to her feet as well. "Back off, she's mine!" She pulled Rachel out of Finn's grasp and into her arms. Quinn couldn't say what had compelled her to do what she did, but it was thrilling and the look on Finn's face was priceless. She felt Rachel's eyes on her and looked down to gauge her reaction. She looked surprised, but didn't seem to have issue with what Quinn had just done.

After a few seconds Finn regained his composure. "Good one," he laughed. "That's funny."

"It's true Finn." Rachel said. Finn stopped laughing. "I was about to tell you that, but I guess Quinn doesn't like the idea of me being alone with you." Finn's mouth fell agape. He didn't respond. Quinn could guess that he wouldn't understand. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to have lunch with my girlfriend In peace." Finn grumbled and stalked away.

"Well, looks like she's got some fight in her after all." Quinn's head snapped towards the direction of the voice. Santana was back.

AN: With Faberry Week a little less than a month away I will be focusing the majority of my energy on working on my entries (I've only started on 2 so far) so it may be a while until I update this.

But I do have one question of preference: In terms of the "Blind Date" theme, would you prefer a world that follows canon Glee or an AU where Quinn and Rachel have never met before?