Two weeks before graduation. Quinn sat in her bed looking through her high school year books. Her room looks different now, she had pictures of her with Santana and Britney scattered all over her wall. But she also had pictures of her and Rachel at the park, a few from glee and a few from Pucks party. They've gotten really close after Puck's new years eve party. You can even say that's when everything changed for the both of them.

"Rachel berry?..." she said to herself.

"Ra-chel ber-ry?..."

As Quinn flips through her freshman year yearbook.

Jesus Rachel, she thought.

Argyle sweater number one horses freshmen year.

Four years Rachel and you're still wearing those god awful argyle sweaters.

Quinn couldn't help but giggle at the photo. Rachel Barbara Berry wasn't the prettiest thing to look at back then. She had a few pimples here and there due to puberty. She had her pigtails up so high it made the Wendy's girl look like hot stuff.

I guess her two dads really didn't know what they were doing. They had no idea they were feeding her to the lions making her walk out of the house dressed like that.

Quinn grabbed her sophomore year yearbook and flipped to Rachel's photo and laid it out in front of her. Sophomore year argyle sweater number two. Deer.

Seriously Rachel is that all you own. She couldn't stop but laugh starring at Rachel's photo.

Junior year yellow cardigan. Not bad, I remember that day. That was the day you and Kurt had a diva off. That was the very first time I really heard you sing. It took my breath away.

Quinn starred at the photo in front of her. At that moment on, I knew there was more to you than what everybody expected. You're going places Rachel. You're going to be a star. That thought alone scared Quinn. She didn't know why, but the thought of not being able to be with Rachel when she reaches those dreams broke her heart a little. Her acceptance letter from USC hung on her wall next to Rachel's candid picture.

She stared at her acceptance letter and then brushed Rachel's photo with two fingers, she shook her head hoping to shake away the negative thoughts.

How in the HELL did I fall in love for this drawf?