I hope you enjoy this story. I've been writing it for a long time and thee is still a long way to go, but hopefully updates should be regular because around fifteen chapters have already been written, which I think is about half of the story, as I'm aiming for thirty chapters. Also, there will most likely be a sequel when this is finished.

The first few chapters are fairly short, but as the story progresses, I promise the chapters will grow. Rated M for future chapters.

Fooled

Rachel and a few of her friends from NYADA - Brody, Leon, Jennifer and Alana - had made plans to go on a little weekend vacation in LA near Mercedes and Puck, which Rachel had been so excited about. She knew she was going to miss and worry about Quinn, but Quinn had assured her she would be fine.

"Just try not to think about me and don't call me until you're I'm your way home, then you'll be fine," she'd said. Rachel had promised herself that she would do what Quinn had told her.

However, when their California plans had been cancelled they'd quickly arranged to spend their weekend just outside of Lima, Rachel had wondered wether she should call to let Quinn know.

"You promised Quinn and yourself that you wouldn't call," Jennifer reminded, giving Rachel a stern look. "Don't break your promise. Just let her know when you get back."

Rachel dramatically sighed before saying, "I suppose you're right." She wasn't going to break her stupid promise.

The five college friends were out for a meal in a fancy Italian restaurant named Festa Italiana on the Saturday night of their little weekend away, as it seemed to be the best restaurant around that was actually open. Plus, the menu looked pretty decent.

"This had better be a good Italian feast," Brody joked, laughing at himself even though he wasn't really all that funny. As usual, Rachel, Leon, Alana and Jennifer pretended to laugh whilst exchanging awkward glances.

Brody had taken a little while adjusting to Rachel dating her high school best friend, Quinn, considering the fact that he was in love with the petite, brunette NYADA graduate. However, he finally got used to it and supported his friend's relationship choices.

When all five NYADA graduates were seated at a largish table inside the restaurant, each of them began looking at the menu and thinking about what they wanted to order. Suddenly, somebody caught Rachel's eye. Rachel could only see the girl from behind, but she reminded her of a certain someone.

"Rachel!" Leon exclaimed, playfully hitting his friend. Clearly Rachel's friends had noticed the similarities the girl and Quinn shared, and Rachel had obviously been caught staring. "Stop staring at the girl that looks like Quinn! It will only make you miss her more."

It took Rachel a little while to snap out of it, but she finally shook her head and said, "Sorry. They just look so alike."

Despite her friends' orders, Rachel spent the next few minutes staring at the blonde girl seated a few tables in front of theirs. The girl seated opposite the Quinn lookalike just so happened to share similarities with Kitty, a former Cheerio at McKinley that looked up to Quinn. Rachel shook her head and convinced herself that it was just her wild, creative imagination.

As Rachel continued to watch, the two blonde girls leaned across the table and locked lips. Their kiss lasted for several moments, and as the first girl turned her head, Rachel almost died. To Rachel's dismay, her friends saw it too, which meant that she wasn't imagining it.

Quinn, Rachel's longtime girlfriend, was on date with Kitty, kissing her. So that was why Quinn had spent so much time and effort convincing Rachel not to call her whilst she was away. Tears filled Rachel's eyes, and her heart was pounding.

"I'm so sorry," Alana whispered sympathetically, placing her hand on Rachel's shoulder. Rachel nodded and shook the hand off, grabbing her bag and standing up.

"I should go," she said, her voice quiet and shaky. "I'm so sorry for spoiling your weekend, but I need to go. I-I need to go home. You guys stay and have a good time, I'll call a cab."

"No, Rachel," Brody protested, standing up. "We'll all leave. I'm driving you home. You're not getting a cab all the way back to Lima alone." Rachel appreciated her friend's kindness and support, and eventually gave in.

"Call if you need anything," said Brody as Rachel opened her front door and stepped inside her house. "Take care."

"I, um, I will. Thank you," she replied, reaching forward and hugging her friend.

They said goodbye and Rachel locked her front door. As soon as her friends were out of sight, tears streamed down her face. She spent a good few minutes leaning against her door, crying and replaying the scene in her head.

When she finally moved away, she spent the next few hours sitting on the living room sofa, crying and hugging her favourite cushion.

After a couple of hours, Rachel heard the front door unlocking and someone entering house. It was obviously Quinn. Rachel alerted her ears and listened for Kitty's voice and footsteps, but it didn't come. The door was locked and Quinn walked down the hall. Suddenly, Quinn stopped dead in her tracks and Rachel knew that the blonde must have heard her sobs.

"Rachel?" Quinn called, her voice frightened and guilty. Rachel didn't answer, so Quinn made her way into the living room. "I thought you were spending the weekend in California." Quinn smiled at the brunette and flopped down next to her on the sofa. Rachel said nothing, but shifted slightly away from Quinn.

"So, how come you didn't bring her back?" Rachel asked, refusing to look at the blonde. "Didn't even stay in a motel? You were an awful long time, did you go back to her house for a bit?"

"Rachel, what are you talking about?" Quinn questioned. The brunette could feel the fear and uncertainty in the cheater's voice.

"You know perfectly well what I'm speaking about," said Rachel, gulping and wiping away more tears. "We stayed just outside of Lima, Quinn. Our original plans got changed. It's just as well I didn't call you, like I was going to. Oh, please. I saw you with her in that restaurant. We all did. You kissed her, Quinn. You've probably be seeing her for weeks. Months, maybe."

"I love you, Rachel," Quinn replied, biting her lip and trying to place her hand on Rachel's lap. The diva pushed her away, not wanting to be touched by her.

"I'm going to bed. You'll be sleeping down here, on the couch," Rachel instructed, grabbing her bag and her cushion and walking right past the blonde.