"Mercedes said you wanted me to meet you here after school. Are we really going to talk about it this time or are you going to get another imaginary text from your mom saying you have to go home?”
"That was…just whatever. Look, I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. But I am now, and there’s something I need to get off my chest. I can’t keep holding it in, so hear me out." Quinn took Rachel’s silence as a green light. "I’m not… I don’t… Girls. I don’t like girls. That kiss… I don’t even know what that was. It wasn’t me. I wasn’t being myself, I guess. I don’t really know why it happened. It just…"
"Yes," she nodded affirmatively. "It was an accident. I didn’t mean to kiss you in the first place! “
"Quinn, I don’t recall you tripping and having my lips break your fall. Kisses might be mistakes but they are rarely accidents."
"Well it was, okay? I didn’t mean to. I shouldn’t have… It was wrong! It shouldn’t have happened.”
Rachel took a step closer, drastically narrowing the space between them.
"You don’t regret kissing me," the brunette suspected knowingly. "I can see it in your eyes."
The blonde let out a shaky, nervous breath, and Rachel knew she was right.
Without another word—without another thought—Quinn closed the distance and confirmed her perceptive accusation.