Neither of them can be compelled, which would make this situation all the more alarming, were Quinn concerned with anything beyond the feel of Rebekah's lips against her own. This isn't the first time she's kissed a girl. Ironically, that kiss was given to another (former) best friend of hers that Quinn left behind when she made the decision to live in Rebekah's version of the world. Santana didn't exist here, and kissing that friend hadn't held the same sort of spark that kissing Rebekah does. She'd enjoyed the experience — both the kissing and the sex — but somehow, this is better. Whether it's because of whatever's controlling them or something the ex-cheerleader's yet to analyze, she doesn't know.

Right now, she doesn't care.

Quinn releases the collar, wrapping her arms around Rebekah's neck.