It’s halfway through the semester and Quinn assumes it’s just another ordinary day of higher education.
That is, until she enters the building housing her last class of the day and feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Her ‘Berry-sense’ is tingling as Santana likes to say.
Quinn tries to shake off the feeling. She makes her way to her classroom and finds her now-usual seat. She’s almost gotten over the little moment she had and the incredulous notion that Rachel Berry was in New Haven when a figure donning all black and a hood (and suspiciously the approximate height of Santana Lopez) slinks in, sets a stereo down at the front of the room, then immediately leaves.
Oh no. Quinn prays this isn’t what she thinks it is. It can’t be. No, no, it can’t. Because Rachel Berry was in New York City. Not here in New Haven. Not striding confidently into the room and pressing a button on the stereo. This isn’t happening.
But it is. And, yep, Rachel Berry is standing at the front of her class, belting out the Beatles’ ‘I Want to Hold Your Hand’ while staring at Quinn with an intensity that rivals Quinn’s ‘Never Can Say Goodbye’ performance.
And Quinn’s not stupid; Rachel’s message is clear. So when Rachel presents herself directly in front of Quinn, holds out her hand, and asks, “Quinn Fabray, will you be my girlfriend?”
All Quinn can say is, “You are so lucky I’m already in love with you.”
And she means it, because absolutely no one else would have gotten away with that.