Spoilers through season three "Michael."
I don't own Glee or any characters from Glee. All mistakes are my own.
This tidbit has been in my mind for awhile. Thought I'd finally get it out there. Feedback would be awesome.
Rachel approaches Quinn in the Ladies' room to ask her opinion about Finn's proposal.
A few lines from the scene that actually happened during the Michael episode, and then how I think it should have played out.
"Hey. Look, I need your advice, alright? About- about an adult problem."
"Holy crap are you pregnant?"
"No! Look, I'm coming to you as a friend and oddly because I also think you're the only person who can give me just a straight forward and thoughtful answer about this."
"You're right, I'm sorry. Yes, I can keep a secret."
"Well, um... Finn asked me to marry him."
"What did you say?"
"I said I needed to think about it."
"Well...you can't."
"Why- plenty of people get married at our age, and I mean I know that he and I haven't lived together or anything, but I love him, and he's the one, I know it.
"What's this?" (Quinn shows Rachel her letter from Yale)
"My ticket outta here. I got into Yale, early admissions. Turns out my essay about overcoming adversity while maintaining a straight "A" average during a teenage pregnancy really turned on the admissions boards .
"Quinn that's amazing! That's so great. That's great."
"I'm sure you'll get your NYADA one soon."
"I know, I mean, New York mail is notoriously slow, so."
"My point being is that I've dated Finn, Puck, Sam. Even thought I loved some of them, but by the time the snow falls in New Haven next winter, I won't know why."
"So are you saying that Finn and I should break up?"
"I'm all for making the most of the next few months, but I'd hate the idea of dragging an anchor from my past into the bright lights of my future. Rachel, you have an amazing life ahead of you. As hard as it may be, if you want everything that you've ever dreamed of, you're gonna have to break up with him.
"That's an awful thing to say."
"Look, you wanted straight and thoughtful."
Rachel was done listening. She turned away from Quinn and ran to her car. She couldn't believe her friend wasn't behind her on this.
Later... at The Berry Residence:
Quinn stood in the doorway to Rachel's bedroom.
She sighed to herself when she was about to knock but hesitated when saw the diva was engrossed in a bridal magazine. She was laying on her stomach listening to her ipod with her knees bent and her ankles crossed one over the other. She looked like a normal 17 year old, but the reading material was off-putting and made Quinn want to shake some sense into the girl.
"Rachel... Rach? hellllooo..."
Quinn gave up talking and just let herself into the room. She planted her feet on the floor facing Rachel. She wasn't leaving until she made her point.
When she realized Rachel wasn't going to notice her she sat on the edge of the bed. The movement caused Rachel to look over.
The diva finally took out her earbuds, paused her music and sat up. "I- I'm sorry Quinn. I wasn't expecting any visitors."
"I noticed."
"What are you doing here?"
"Your dads let me in. I came to try to talk you out of this." Quinn said as she picked up and plopped the bridal magazine onto Rachel's lap.
"You made it pretty clear how you felt earlier."
"Seems like you've got your mind made up anyway. So why bother asking my opinion?"
"I thought you'd be on my side. I thought you'd be happy for me."
"Happy that you're giving up the change of a lifetime for Finn Hudson? Rachel, If you marry Finn you're sacrificing your dreams."
"I'm going to NYADA. I'm going to follow my dreams and Finn will be with me. Wait... Are- are you jealous, Quinn? That's it, isn't it? You- (Rachel poked the dumbfounded blonde in her shoulder) are jealous."
"It's not about jealousy."
"You just don't want me to be happy."
"That's not true either. Stop saying what you think I mean, and listen! You won't be happy with him. New York is different than Lima. Finn might seem like a great guy here, but in the real world, he's just a guy who couldn't get a football scholarship. He'll end up running Burt's Auto Body and where will you be? Barefoot and pregnant in a two bedroom rancher with a white picket fence?"
"Stop. Quinn, please."
"Stop what? Telling you like it is? Stop being honest like you asked? Rachel, don't let that boy ruin your dreams."
"He won't ruin my dreams, Quinn. Finn loves me."
"And if he did, he would let you go. We're about to graduate high school. Do you really want to be married?"
"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?" The diva looked down at the magazine in her lap. She sat silently hoping Quinn would just disappear.
The frustrated cheerleader sat staring at her friend with concern in her eyes.
"And you asked. You asked for my honest opinion."
Rachel stood and started pacing. She was really starting to get angry. "And you made it clear what you thought earlier today in the restroom at school. So why come here now?"
"You asked me how I felt about it. It took me a minute to collect my thoughts from the initial shock of you telling me, but Rache, why did you ask me if you weren't gonna listen?"
"Quinn... I listened. I heard. You think it's a bad idea. You think he'll hold me back. So if you're just going to yell at me some more, then get out of my room. I have a wedding to plan."
"Did you tell him your answer yet?"
Rachel shook her head no. Quinn stood in front of Rachel and took the magazine off the bed. She tossed it into the waste basket next to Rachel's desk. She took each of the diva's hands in her own and stared directly into her eyes.
"Why are you so against this?"
"Think about your future. Think about New York, Broadway."
"Finn IS my future. He's coming to New York with me."
"Do you hear yourself, Rachel?" The brunette turned away from Quinn pulling her hands free. She looked at herself in the mirror and then looked at Quinn through the mirror watching her watch Rachel look at herself.
"He'll go to New York, so he can what, watch you follow your dreams?... or hold you back." Quinn made eye contact (indirectly through the mirror as she stood behind Rachel).
"He won't hold me back. We'll be married. It'll be perfect."
"He might not intentionally, but he will hold you back." Quinn sighed and put her hand on Rachel's shoulder. "You'll worry about him finding a job, and then when he has to get two jobs to support you because auditions don't pay, you'll complain that he isn't spending enough time with you."
"You're just trying to tear me down Quinn! I knew we could never be friends. You're too much of a bitch!"
"I'm a bitch? You know what? Fine! I'm a bitch. It's not news. That's not what this is about. I care about you. Enough to keep telling you I think if you marry Finn it'll be a mistake."
Rachel shrugged away from Quinn and grabbed her backpack off the floor. She started walking away, too fed up to hear any more.
"What is Finn gonna do in new york? Just think about it, seriously." Quinn pleaded.
"I know what I said before... about me going to Yale and forgetting about the past, but Rachel, please don't marry Finn. You can't marry him. You can't marry Finn Hudson." Rachel was startled out of her thoughts by the soft voice from the blonde girl staring at her.
"You said that already."
"I must feel strongly about it then."
Rachel crossed her arms, not breaking her gaze from Quinn's hazel eyes. she saw desperation and something else...
"Rache," Quinn closed her eyes. She let a tear fall down her cheek.
"Why all of a sudden, are you crying?"
Quinn wiped her tear. "It's not sudden. I've been holding it in all day. Ever since you told me Finn proposed. And probably ever longer than that."
"Why would that upset you like this?" Rachel reached to wipe another tear off Quinn's cheek.
"Because..." Quinn looked at the ground and chewed her bottom lip. "Because...he doesn't love you."
"How can you say that Quinn? After everything Finn and I have been through together..."
Quinn put her hands on Rachel's cheeks. She took a deep breath. She looked down into the Diva's eyes and softly kissed her lips. Rachel put her hands on top of Quinn's. The kiss lingered, soft lips dancing together. Each girl lost in the other. The blonde girl finally broke the kiss and rested her forehead on Rachel's with her eyes shut tight.
"He doesnt love you Rachel. Not the way I do," She whispered.
Rachel thought she was hearing things. She blinked a few times to make sure she was awake.
"What?"
And by the time Rachel regained her composure, Quinn was gone.