Rachel and Monica Berry were twins. Yes Rachel had a twin sister who lived with their grandmother in New York. Rachel hadn't heard of Monica before and she never asked because her dads never brought it up but on the night before senior year her parents sat her down and told her about Monica and that she'd be staying with them until senior year is over. Rachel was shocked how could she have a twin? She thought there was only one Berry who'd be on Broadway. Only one Berry to go to New York for college and live the rest of her life there. What if Monica could sing? Would she be a better singer that Rachel? Would she steal the one thing she'd been trying to grab since freshmen year of high school? No she wouldn't Quinn was totally into her she had to be why else would they hang out so much? Or go to the movies? Or cuddle? Well Rachel was cuddling Quinn but Quinn put her arms around her. And why had Quinn joined Glee? It had to be for her right? And whenever she went to one of Quinn's football games she always hugged her and they'd go to a party afterward. Quinn always looked out for Rachel she carried her books sometimes and made sure no one picked on her. She even watched Rachel's favorite movie a zillion times without complaining. Quinn never really dated anyone well she was on and off with Santana kind of after sophomore year Quinn told the Cheerio that she didn't want to be her rebound for anything. Santana tried to explain to her that she did like her but Quinn simply said.

"No you love Britney and that's ok you don't chose who you love."

Santana cried for almost ten minutes thanking Quinn for not being a jerk and that she was sorry that they didn't work out. The blonde just smiled and hugged her holding her until she calmed down. Once Santana was calm Quinn kissed her forehead.

"Now go get your girl Lopez" Santana smiled and bounced away. Rachel had seen the whole thing and although she felt bad for Santana she was overjoyed that her crush was single. Nothing really changed between Rachel and Quinn after that they still hung out and all that. But junior year Rachel was getting impatience. Why didn't Quinn just ask her out already? Then homecoming rolled around and Quinn was acting funny she was always tapping her foot or shaking her leg. Then finally one day Quinn left a note in Rachel's locker and stood at the end of the lockers watching she was a bit scared of what Rachel would say and do. What if she freaked out? Quinn banged her head against the lockers this was a stupid idea so stupid why did I do this? Then she got a call from Rachel.

"Are you serious?"

"About what?"

"Taking me to homecoming?"

"Yes I'm serious"

Rachel squealed in excitement "oh my gosh we have to coordinate outfits I want to wear pink. Pink probably wouldn't look good on you. What's the theme again? 50's or 60's? I don't know how we'll do that most tuxedos and suites don't match the theme."

"Um..."

"Ooh what if we both go according to the theme? That'd probably be better right?"

"Rachel..."

"Don't worry I'll take care of everything baby."

"Whoa whoa baby?"

"Yes because we are going to homecoming together it only makes sense that we are now dating."

"D-dating?"

"Yes Quinnie we are dating now. We should make it Facebook official!"

"Rachel" Quinn sighed "look I asked you to homecoming with well...ok I wanna date you I just kinda wanted to ask you formally."

"Quinn that is so...sweet I don't care how you ask me but can we act coupley and all that?"

Quinn laughed a little, "yes Rach we can do that."

"Good now come walk me to class I know your hiding behind the lockers."

Homecoming was amazing but afterward it got kind of weird between Quinn and Rachel. Rachel wanted to focus on Glee and Quinn was practicing football she still came to Glee she was just tired after it. So after Glee she drove Rachel home and wouldn't stay with her. One time Rachel convinced her girlfriend to come in and shower. A few tears may have pushed Quinn to come inside. Once she came out of the shower Rachel was sitting out on her bed waiting for Quinn. The blonde lay down and put her head in Rachel's lap. Rachel ran her hand through the running backs long hair. Quinn sighed and moved closer to Rachel.

"Rach?"

"Yes Quinn."

"Are you happy with me?"

"Yes."

"All the time? Even when we're not together?"

Rachel paused "Quinn I've loved you for a long time since the middle of freshmen year."

"Wow really?"

"Yes."

"You're going to hate me..."

"No I won't I know what you're thinking I've thought about it too."

"Ok you should say it then."

"I don't think we need to say it Quinn we both know already."

"So can we still be best friends?"

"Of course."

"Best friends that make out?"

"Quinn Fabray!" Rachel exclaimed punching Quinn's shoulder playfully as Quinn laughed.

Rachel hadn't seen much of Quinn over the summer the blonde went away to some kind of football training camp during the day. Which Rachel didn't mind but she did mind that whenever Quinn got home she fell asleep or called her for ten minutes before the phone dropped out of her hand. So the day before school started she went over to Quinn's house with a bacon cheeseburger and the weird combination of Pepsi and milk. She got to the running backs house at seven and went in through the back door she figured Quinn was asleep because she wasn't answering her phone. She climbed up the stairs and knocked on Quinn's door.

"Quinn? Are you awake?"

No answer she must be sleeping…Rachel pushed open the door and found a sleeping Quinn laid out across the bed one arm hanging off the side and the other under her head. The brunette smiled she looks so cute. As she approached the bed she saw something sticking out from under Quinn's face. Curious she put the food down on the desk and climbed onto the bed quietly. Quinn mumbled something and pulled her other arm in to hug the thing under her face. She snuggled into it and stopped mumbling sighing contently. Rachel wasn't sure of what it was but she saw a blue plushy head with wings on each side. Quinn had shown her something like that before what was it? It was one of those superheroes…but which one? She racked her brain for blue superheroes…there was that one guy from the mutants…but he had horns I think. Um…..blue…and wings….oh my gosh it's Captain America! Rachel smiled she should capture this moment…she pulled out her phone and took a picture of Quinn smiling at the sheer cuteness of it. She put her phone back into her pocket quickly and ran her hand through the blonde's hair.

"Wake up sleepy head, its seven o'clock at night."

Quinn groaned and pushed her face into the pillows holding Captain America to the side of her face.

"Quinnie wake up," Rachel said shaking her friend gently. Quinn grumbled again but turned her face so she could see Rachel.

"What'd are you doing ere?"

"I brought you food I thought you'd be hungry after all that football."

"Rach…its Sunday we have school tomorrow," Quinn whined rolling onto her side clearly forgetting that Captain America was snuggled under her arm.

Rachel rolled her eyes and started to say something when she looked at Quinn's arms. She was muscular but not grossly so. Her arms were just more defined and well sexier. Her wife beater was above her stomach and she could see the clearly toned abs her breath caught in her throat Quinn was hotter than she remembered when had all of this happened?

"Rach are you ok?" Quinn looked concerned. Then she felt Rachel tracing the outline of her arms and she sucked in a breath. "Rachel what are you doing?" Rachel didn't answer she wanted to kiss Quinn really bad right now so bad. But she reached down and pulled the doll from Quinn's arms.

"You're seventeen and you sleep with dolls?" She asked smirking at Quinn.

Quinn's eyes widened I do not sleep with dolls! Captain America is a superhero and it's a plush toy not a doll."

"Oh really? Cause it looks like a doll to me."

"Well he's not now give him back."

"Mmmm….no."

"Why not?"

"Because I want you to explain why you have a doll at seventeen."

Quinn sigh dejectedly she was bad at hiding things from Rachel anyway. "Ok ok…when I was five Captain America was my favorite superhero so my grandmother made me a knit version of him complete with the shield and everything. I really loved him I loved him for another ten years. I didn't take him everywhere I went anymore but like I'd stick him in my gym bag before games as a good luck charm. Then one night I was going to a party and I guess he fell out of my bag but I didn't notice until I got home the next day. I looked all over the parking lot for him and even in the locker room. But he wasn't there so I drove to my grandparents house my grandmother was eighty-three at the time and I didn't expect her to make me a new one…but I thought I should tell her anyway. So I got to their house and went straight up to grandma's room she was sleeping and I didn't want to wake her so I lie beside her hoping she wouldn't hear my sniffeling. But being a grandmother she heard me of course. And asked me what happened and if it was that darn Lopez girl again? I said no and told her about the doll she made me and how I had lost him and how much he meant to me. She pulled me against her and told me that she couldn't make me another doll because her hands wouldn't have it. But she said that it was alright because I took care of Captain America for ten years and now maybe it was another child's turn to take care of him."

Quinn smiled, "I always spent a lot of time with my grandparents but my grandmother was getting sick and nothing seemed to make it better which made me sad my father got her to the best doctors in the state he was prepared to take her across the country if he had to. But my grandma didn't want it, she just wanted to die at home with the ones she loved." Quinn paused, "then the day before Halloween I was watching old horror movies with grandpa which are better by the way, when she sent the nurse down to get me and grandpa. We weren't sure what was going on but the look on the nurse's face told us enough. We basically ran upstairs and saw grandma lying there looking so frail and pale. We both rushed to her side but she said.

"Walter can I have a moment with Quinnie alone?"

Grandpa stepped outside she reached up and touched my face, "oh Quinnie my little Quinnie you've grown up so fast. I still remember you running around at five years old pretending that you were a superhero and you thought no you knew your daddy was one too."

She laughed softly "you know I'll always see you as that little superhero. And you know what?"

"What?" I choked out I was crying now.

"You were always a superhero to me Quinn. Always my little superhero, the way you look at the world with such wonder and love and you see the good in everyone even when they don't deserve it. You've saved me from many things even though you never realized it you did you saved me every time you smiled or laughed. When you came and played games with me while everyone else was working. The food fights we had. When you taught me how to swim well you tried to."

I laughed at the memory, "it's things like that I want you to remember Quinnie not me sick all the time. Remember the fun times we had together alright?"

I couldn't answer the sobs were making me shake, she pulled me into her holding me for the last time. I tried to stop crying I really did but of course that only made me cry more. She pulled a bag from beside her and pushed it into my hands.

"Every time you look at this you think of me and how I'll always be with and I'll always love you no matter what." She kissed my forehead and told me to send in my grandpa. I nodded and walked out of the room I didn't have to say anything to grandpa he already knew. And he stayed with her whispering little things singing to her holding her hand. I didn't want to look into the bag, if I looked it meant she's really gone…forever. I heard the singing stop and looked into the room and saw my grandpa cradling grandma in his arms crying softly. I started to cry again and looked into the bag. Inside was a box I pulled it out and an envelope fell out. I opened it and I could hear my grandma's voice in my head as I read it.

Dear Quinnie,

By the time you read this I'll be gone from this world. I wish I could have stayed longer but God has another plan for me. I want you to know that you really are a hero you're my hero, your mom's hero, your dad's hero, your grandpa's hero, and even that darn Lopez girl's hero. Quinnie just remember I'll always be with you no matter what and I love you more than you'll ever know baby. I got you this to remind you that you're my little hero. Keep saving the world one step at a time Quinnie and never lose that wild imagination of yours.

Love,

Grandma Jo

I opened the box and felt tears in my eyes again, inside was a plush Captain America doll a large lollypop one of the Disneyland ones, and a picture of me and her at my sixteenth birthday she was holding an empty bag of flour we were both covered in flour, sugar, chocolate, milk and other things. She was smiling and smearing icing on my face like football players smeared black paint on their faces before a game. I was growling trying my hardest not to laugh. I pulled the Captain America doll into me and buried my face in it trying to imagine that it's my grandma. It and the pictures were all I had left of her. So I vowed not to lose this one.

Quinn looked up "and that's why I sleep with a doll every night. And take him to my games and practices but I make sure that he's in there securely. He makes me feel closer to her…in a way."