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Quinn! Get out of the bathroom!"

Rachel Berry hammered on the door of the bathroom. Quinn was always in the bathroom when she needed to be in there. They had to be gone in fifteen minutes for school, what the hell was she doing in there!

"Quinn!" The door swung open and a gorgeous, but grumpy, Quinn appeared.

"Jesus Rachel!" she said.

"You've been in there for an hour!" Rachel cried, pushing her out of the way and slamming the bathroom door behind her. Quinn rolled her eyes. She didn't really care, it took time to look this perfect. She pulled down her cheerios outfit a bit and grabbed her jacket and bag from her room. She only had fifteen minutes until she had to set out for school so she decided to skip breakfast and go look for her two best friends instead.

"Yo Santana! Looking hot!" Santana whipped her dark ponytail round to see who was speaking. Eurgh...it was Puckerman.

"Don't I always...what do you want?" she asked him.

"One of the little kids in this dump has nicked my hair gel. Have you got any?" he said.

"Try Finn?"

"Finn? Hair gel? He's not that cool..."

Santana laughed.

"I'll try Mike." Puck said, making his way down the hall.

There was a sudden yell from the room opposite from where Santana was standing. She frowned and rushed into the room. She found two of the little kids fighting.

"Yo! Takes a chill pill yeah!" She yelled. They pulled apart, all the kids where scared of her.

"Sorry Santana." they chouresed.

"Get ready for school, okay." she told them.

"Okay." they mumbled. She shut the door and carried on down the hall. The care home was unusually quiet for a Monday morning. Hey, she wasn't complaining. It was a welcome change! She quickly found Quinn and they grabbed an apple before heading to the curb to wait for the bus.

The school day went by quickly. Some of the teenagers of Lima Children's Home got home before the others did. Tina, Mercedes and Artie walking back together, the school wasn't far and it was a nice night. They got in and Tina and Mercedes immediately collapsed onto one of the big red sofas of the main tv room. Artie sat in his chair next to the sofa and reached for the tv remote. He knew it was pretty pointless switching the tv onto something he really wanted to watch. The troops would be back soon and cartoon network would be on for the rest of the night. He knew, and probably all the rest of the teenagers too, all the cartoons. They had a great knowledge of all the characters and secretly they liked watching the cartoons as well. That was the upside of living and being brought up in a care home. You never really lost your childhood. He flicked the channels but there was nothing on worth watching. Tina sighed, checking her watch. "You may aswell put Scooby Doo on..." she told him. He and Mercedes laughed. He found the channel easily just as the opening credits of Scooby-Doo came on. They sang along to the song and watched ten minutes before all the kids who had just finished primary came in.

"Ah cool! Scooby-Doo!" said one of them as they flooded in. Mercedes pulled herself up before she was drowned by the jumble of kids.

"I think I'll go and help with dinner." she told Artie and Tina. They nodded and mumbled, already engrossed in what the meddling kids were up to this week. She laughed and shook her head. They were such big kids!

The bus stopped round the corner of the care home. The rest of the teenage residents climbed out of it and walked round the little path. Quinn and Finn were holding hands and smiling at each other like 80 year olds in an old beach town. Santana and Brittany were talking to the boys, Mike and Matt, who were like brothers to them. Puck was sulkily following them, guitar swung over his shoulder. Kurt was checking his nails for dirt, wishing he had walked home with the others. The care home's mini van was parked outside, the head carer of the home locking it up. He saw the teenagers coming up the drive and shouted over at them.

"Hey guys! Good day at school?"

"It was okay..." Santana replied.

"I saw a unicorn in the parking lot." Brittany said happily.

"That's...awesome. Go and get cleaned up the lot of you. Dinner is nearly ready." He followed them in and they disappeared into different rooms.

Quinn found Rachel in their room and after telling her dinner would be ready soon, they changed in an icy silence.

After dinner the younger kids of the children's home were sat down in the tv lounge to do their homework. The kids liked having the older kids around, especially at homework time. Artie usually sat with them to help and sometimes Puck would too. Tonight was no different, Artie was helping 7-year old Harry with his sums. Puck was also helping tonight, his attention on 6-year old Lottie. With the 6 kids all doing their homework this left the teenagers enjoying the rare silence. It was only half past seven but they were all getting their school things ready for the morning.

Rachel and Quinn, who shared a room, were sitting in silence. They were used to the silences. Since they had started high school they had grown apart. Quinn had become a popular cheerleader and Rachel had...well...she was still Rachel. Though, after the couple of slushies she gets a day, she was probably cleaner. Their beds were separated by an oak set of drawers. When they were little they used to find this parting useful. They'd build tents with sheets and sleep on the floor. When they had got a bit older though they had found it annoying. At the ages of 10, all they had wanted to do was gossip and that was hard to do when you were across the room from each other. So they had spent 2 years alternating on which bed they would sleep in each night.

Nowadays though, there was a bitterness towards each other. They hardly spoke and when they did the words stung. They had both changed when they had started high school. Quinn became popular and was soon forced to pick on Rachel, her best friend. She hatred it and would always hate herself for doing it. She would tell Rachel she was sorry and Rachel did understand, only for a while though. One day, Rachel had been given a particularly bad slushie. She had come home and finally snapped. There was a screaming match and their friendship had, there and then, ended. Sometimes Quinn would wish she could talk to Rachel, who she trusted with all her secrets, but she knew she had been the one who had ruined their friendship. Right now, she really had something she wanted to tell someone, she needed to tell someone. She supposed she could talk to Santana but she would probably just come out with some sarcastic comment. She sighed and threw the magazine that she was trying to read down. She lay on her back and stared up at the ceiling. She could sense Rachel looking over at her but she didn't turn to return the look. After a while though the tiny singer hadn't looked away, Quinn sighed again.

"What Rachel?" she said.

"Nothing." Rachel replied. There was a silence. "Are you okay?"

"What do you care?" Quinn said, she had tried to sound threatening but she basically had sighed it.

"I do care." came the reply.

Quinn did look at her this time. "What?" she asked.

"It's hard to stop caring for someone when you were best friends with them for 6 years." Rachel said.

Tears pricked in Quinn's eyes and as she sat up the tears formed and ran down her cheeks freely. Rachel frowned. Quinn never cried, ever, she got sad, yes, but she didn't cry.

"Quinn?" she sat up properly, facing the blonde. "What's wrong? Tell me."

Quinn bit her lip. She really needed to talk to somebody and she felt like Rachel was the only one she could trust.

"Rachel...you need to promise that you won't tell anybody what I'm about to tell you." she all but whispered.

"Quinn...tell me." Rachel said, she was starting to get worried.

"I think I'm pregnant."

Rachel's jaw dropped. Quinn looked at her for a reaction.

"Say something..?"

"Well...at least you don't have parents..."

Quinn frowned. "What?" she said.

"Attempt at humour...I'm sorry." Rachel smiled weakly. Quinn smiled weakly too. "Have you taken a test?" Rachel asked.

"No...I wanted to go to the doctor but I was to scared to go on my own." Quinn told her.

Rachel nodded. "I can go with you if you want." she said.

"Really?"

"Yes."

More tears fell as a wave of grief swept over her.

"Thank you Rachel."

"Is it Finn's?" Rachel suddenly asked.

Quinn looked at her hands which were wrung together in her lap. She knew she had to tell Rachel now, she wanted to tell her too. She felt she needed to be honest towards the girl.

"No..." she whispered.

"Then who...?"

"Puck..."

Quinn burst into tears, sobbing hard into her hands. Rachel leapt off her bed and on to Quinn's. She wrapped her arms around her and began to rock her gently like she'd seen people do in the movies. They stayed like this until Quinn felt as if she had no tears left.

"It'll be okay. We'll just do it a bit at a time." Rachel assured her.

"We?" Quinn asked, biting her lip.

"Yes, I'll always be here for you, always." she told her.

Quinn smiled, then looked at the green digital click on the bed side table. It was nearly 9.00.

"Get some sleep." Rachel told her.

They got undressed and into their pyjamas. Rachel turned to get into bed when Quinn suddenly stopped her.

"Do you want to...sleep in my bed?" she asked.

The brunette nodded and smiled. They climbed into the small bed and huddled together for the first time in many years. They fell asleep instantly and slept until the alarm buzzed the next morning telling them it was morning.