As Rachel Berry strutted through the auditorium door wearing her brand spanking new Cheerios uniform, Quinn's face lit up. "Looking good Berry!" she hollered at the beaming brunette who had everybody's attention. Finn was trying his hardest to think of the mail man and even Tina was thinking of Coach Beiste. Rachel winked at her team mates and announced "Right, let's get started." Rachel and Finn got up on stage, and belted out their rendition of You're the one I want from Grease. Finally they'd been able to finish the entire song without being cut off by anyone. Quinn watched in awe, her eyes fixed to Rachel who looked super-duper hot in the cheerios uniform. Hang on, this wasn't normal was it? Was Quinn developing a crush on man hands? Obviously not, she had Sam. Safe, sweet Sam who was always there to help her. Sam understood her, and he was so cute. But this feeling for Rachel now was intense - like no other. She licked her lips as she imagined all the things she could do to the newly recruited Cheerio. Sex isn't dating anyway, Santana said so.
Sam glanced over at Quinn and saw her licking her lips, her cheeks blushing. He knew that face, it was the face she pulled when she was starting to get excited. He watched her as her eyes followed Finn and Rachel on the stage as they danced around. He could feel his cheeks burning with anger and embarrassment. His girlfriend was staring at Finn and he didn't like it one little bit. Turning to Quinn, he lifted her chin and pulled her in for a kiss.
Quinn closed her eyes and imagined Berry's lips locking hers and as Sam ran his hand round her back and onto her bum, she almost forgot that it wasn't Rachel. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she pushed Sam away.
"Quinn?" Sam asked, in complete bewilderment.
"Don't do that Sam, I told you not to do that!" Quinn hissed back, before running out of the auditorium.
The entire glee club stared at Sam who's cheeks had now turned scarlet red. Mercedes marched over. "What the hell did you do? You hurt Quinn, I hurt you. You hear me?"
"I didn't do anything, she's just really uptight recently. Flipping out over nothing. I'm sorry Mercedes but I don't know what to do anymore."
"Hmm… You better not have hurt my girl, because I mean it Sam. I'll hurt you. I'm gonna go find Quinn."
"I'll go!" Rachel piped up, bounding down the steps from the stage. "I think I know how to handle boys a bit better than you, eh Mercedes?"
"Bitch." Mercedes muttered under her breath as she watched Rachel run out of the auditorium to follow Quinn.
Rachel ran to the gymnasium, wondering whether Quinn had gone to get some of her anger out. Everyone knew Quinn's way of relieving her stress was by reciting the latest cheerios routine. But to her surprise, the gymnasium was completely empty. She checked the diner but there was no sign of her there either. She was almost about to give up when she heard singing coming from the choir room. Rachel crept down the hall and just stood in the doorway, listening to the soft beautiful voice that was being projected throughout the entire room.
It was Quinn. She was stood up, with her back to the door singing with all her might. Rachel watched as Quinn conveyed every little bit of emotion she had and Rachel had to admit, it was the best she'd seen of Quinn yet.
"He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth. He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself. Because when I'm with him, I am thinking of you. Thinking of you. What you would do if you were the one who were spending the night. Oh I wish that I was looking into…"
Quinn turned round and stopped abruptly. "Rachel, what the fuck are you doing here? I wanted my privacy."
"I wanted to check if you were okay but I see that you're just going to put me down as usual. Just when I was starting to think you were a nice girl as well…"
"Rachel wait. I'm sorry. It's just… That song. It means something. Please don't tell anyone I was singing that. Promise me Rachel?"
"I promise you. But who's it about? Puck? Finn?"
"Does it matter? They don't like me back so there's no point dwelling on it." Quinn sighed.
"Well I think it does. Any guy in this school would kill to be your boyfriend. You're funny, you're beautiful, you're talented - what with being a cheerio, in glee club and being a star student. You're pretty much perfect and anyone who'd turn you down would be a fool."
"I'm far from perfect Berry and you know it. I treated you like shit and somehow you still put up with me. You've always been lovely to me and I've never given you the time of day. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. To tell you the truth, I've always wanted to be your friend. Not just because you were the most popular girl in school, but because despite all the times you called me man hands or Ru-Paul, I still thought you were one of the nicest girls in school. You're never afraid to say how you feel, you're always so upfront about your emotions."
"I'm really not. I don't tell anyone anything anymore. Not after everything that happened with Finn, Puck and Beth."
"It's about Finn isn't it?" Rachel questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"W-w-what?" Quinn stammered.
"You like Finn don't you?"
"Don't be stupid Rachel, Finn's stupid. Plus he hates my guts."
"Don't lie to me. I saw the way you were staring at him when we were singing. You're not over him are you? You couldn't take your eyes off of him, Quinn. Just admit it. I don't mind. I know he's my ex but I'm way over him. Infact I'm over all boys."
"Oh so you're lesbian now then?" Quinn joked, as she started to blush.
"Hahaha, good one. But seriously, it's Finn isn't it."
"Uh, yeah. It's Finn…" Quinn said, solely to cover up the true person she couldn't stop thinking of. "Rachel… Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, ask me anything?"
"Do you want to hang out at mine tonight? My Dad's out of town on some stupid business trip and my Mum's visiting one of her friends in New York so I'm home alone. And I know I sound silly and childish but I really hate being alone. I thought maybe we could hang out?"
"I'd love to! You're not joking, right?"
"Of course I'm not joking, I'll see you tonight at 5 yes? I've got to get to class! I'll see you tonight, thanks Rach."
"You're welcome…" Rachel trailed off as Quinn skipped out of the choir room and into the choir room.
Rachel stopped and thought over what had just happened. Quinn Fabray, head cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in school had invited HER to hang out with her tonight. She'd also trusted her with one of her biggest secrets. So this was what having a real friend felt like? And not just any friend. A popular friend. Rachel grinned and sauntered off to class, thinking over how she'd deal with her new popularity.