Quinn was never really sure of much throughout her life. She never knew if any of her past "loves" had ever loved her back. She was never sure of what love really was at all. She missed any sort of "love" at home and had searched hopelessly elsewhere. She never knew whether she'd had a friend or an acquaintance. When you've been the head cheerleader and most popular girl in a school of 324, you're never really sure of anything. She was only sure of the fact that not once in her life had she been sure of anything.

But as Quinn walked away from her mailbox, shuffling through the junk, she saw something she could possibly be sure of.

Yale.

Even though it might have seemed like she had it all, that simply was not true. Try a pregnancy your sophomore year. Try maintaining a straight-A average through all of the stares in the dreadful hallways. Try being kicked out of your own home by your well-to-do drunk assholes you're forced to call parents. Try giving up that baby to a woman you barely know. Actually, don't try any of that. After all of the crap she'd gone through and the rough patches that followed, she'd finally realized that she should stop being so unsure and start being sure about her future. She'd made it to senior year alive and somewhat sane. She deserved a bit of assurance, right?

She walked into the kitchen and sat at the bar. This was it. This was her future. Quinn stared at the envelope. In that envelope was some sort of assurance. She finally stopped staring ripped it open.

Quinn Fabray,

We're proud and honored to inform you that you've been accepted into Yale University—

That's all Quinn read before bursting into tears. She'd made it. Not only had she fought the good fight and won, but she'd made it out of Lima. Greasy, homey, boring Lima. And this meant she could finally move forward. She was finally sure.

Rachel had been a mess of thoughts this week. She had been studying into late hours for Mr. Miko's infamous bio pop exams. She had been trying to think up an ingenious setlist for Regionals, and was scribbling down notes for solo ideas as she shuffled down the hallway. She felt bad though. In the back of her mind she knew she was only keeping so busy because she didn't want to think of Finn. Well not necessarily Finn, but the fact that Finn wanted to marry her. Of course she hadn't received her NYADA letter yet but she knew it was on its way. And she knew that marriage meant Lima. And Lima meant—well not Broadway. She opened her locker, put her notepad away, and checked her reflection in the mirror on the door of her locker. Just as she'd feared. She looked as tired as she felt. Rachel sighed and gathered her textbooks for her afternoon periods. Just as she was closing her locker, an anxious giant appeared.

Finn.

"Okay, it's been exactly 3 days to the minute I proposed to you which is the amount of time you said you needed before you'd give me an answer"

"Look, this isn't the kind of decision you can make on a deadline."

Don't get her wrong, she loved Finn. She knew he was the one. She just thought it was a really inappropriate time to make that sort of decision.

"Well, I know you said you needed time but now your indecision's kinda bumming me out"

"No, look. I love you, ok? And I wanna marry you, someday, and I really, I'm open to anything, this is all just happening so fast and I don't understand, I need you to help me understand."

"Well even if you don't get into NYADA you're still gonna go to New York?"

"Yes, and I want you to come with me."

"And I will, but, we're crazy if we think it's going to be easier to be a couple there than it is here. My point is that, those rings will always be a reminder of how we feel right now. And it'll let us take a piece of our little world into the big city."

Rachel could feel his pain in his voice but she had to be honest.

"Look, that's really romantic and I have to be honest this all sounds a little crazy to me, ok? I don't need to marry you to keep first-string, you're the only guy for me."

She looked up and saw the discomfort in his face. She couldn't just say no.

"Okay well I guess, my answer for now is—"

"No, no, don't say anything, you're right. We shouldn't make this kind of decision on a deadline. Just take a couple more days, okay?"

Relief. She nodded and smiled apathetically as he walked away. She couldn't help but notice a rather jazzed Quinn Fabray staring at her from across the hall.