A/N: From the episode Funk

I stood in the parking lot, egg dripping off my face. I loved him once; I had loved every bit of him. But he had to betray me. And with Regionals coming up…oh my god. Regionals.

I slowly sank to the ground, pulling my knees up to my chest. Regionals. All the songs we had to learn. Sure we just learned funk, but…Vocal Adrenaline is good. What if they get a funk number and they're better at it? Or we win and Jessie will always hate me? What if I do something wrong? Or lose my voice again. Or…or…

I rocked back and forth, my breathing becoming faster as I started hyperventilating. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Just as I was on the brink of passing out, a bag was shoved in my face.

"Here. Breathe." I closed my eyes, my breathing slowing down as I exhaled into the bag. "That's it. Come on, deep breaths. Breathe in and out if you have to. Like this: hoo hoo hee, hoo hoo hee…"

I followed the voice's instruction, slowly calming down. I took a deep breath before opening my eyes, finally noticing the person sitting next to me. "Quinn?" I stared at her; she just smiled sympathetically at me. "How—where—where'd you learn to do that?"

"It's a breathing technique they teach you when you're pregnant. It's supposed to help with contractions when the baby's about to be born. Comes in handy for stressful situations too. Which I've been having a lot of."

"Living with Puck isn't that fun huh?"

"You don't know the half of it." She sighed. "It's all about beer and playing video games and how long he can keep living with his mother. His mother's no help either." She rubbed her temples. "There's just to much stress."

"Oh." I paused, not knowing what to say. "Well…um…I guess it's something you have to do."

"Yeah." She studied me, picking eggshell out of my hair. "Why don't I help you get cleaned up?"

I blinked. "You would help me? After I spilled to the entire Glee Club that the baby wasn't Finn's?"

She raised an eyebrow. "That was months ago. Besides, it's over and done with now. Everybody knows. Now if everybody would stop staring at me when I walked down the hall…" she gulped. "They all think I'm a slut."

"Well, you did sleep with Puck." She glared at me. "Which I'm sure you had a perfectly good reason too. Being drunk…" I scratched my neck, wincing at the egg yolk that squished under my fingers. "Um…"

"Look Rachel. I'm offering to help. So…do you want me to help you or not?"

"Yeah, help would be nice."

"Okay then." Quinn flung an arm around my shoulder, leading me toward the school.

"Um…can I ask you one more thing?" She eyed me warily. "Nothing bad, I promise."

"What?"

"You never answered my question about why you're helping me."

She stopped, putting a hand tentatively on my shoulder. "Maybe I saw something; maybe I realized that I'm not the only one who deals with stuff or has it bad. Yeah, being pregnant sucks, but you have it bad too. Everything that happened with Ms. Corcoran and then Jessie betraying you…" She smirked. "We've all had slushy facials." I chuckled. "Besides, freaks stick together right?"

I laughed. "Yeah. Freaks for life." I paused, studying her. "So…does that mean we're friends now?"

She smirked. "Don't push it."

I smiled with satisfaction as she led me to the school. I had done it; I had made headway. Quinn Fabray and I were going to be the best of friends. One day. I mean, hey, it's a start right?

End