Rachel Berry sat in Glee, as she did most days, attentive, for the most part. Mr. Schuester was going over something her vocal coach taught her ages ago, so her mind – her gaze – might have wandered for a brief moment.

That's when it happened, she thinks. Or at least that's when she realized. That's the day she realized that she had that desperate, undeniable feeling she'd sung of on many occasions. She had a crush of some sort on Quinn Fabray, of all people.

She remained composed upon her discovery. She had to. She would process once she got home and into the safety of her gold-star-studded room. Once she did find solace in such a place, she wrote of it in her journal, swearing to never tell the object of her affection.

That was the first time. She got over it little by little with Quinn's constant insults to remind her of her goal, even giving herself a gold star for the first week she managed not to seek out the Cheerio in the hall.

The second time was different. It was brief, and much easier to recover from, for which she was incredibly thankful.

The third time was the hardest of all. It was that time in which Rachel realized that Quinn knew; that she knew each and every time. Somewhere between underwear dealings and getting Finn a job, she'd figured it out, figured her out.

It was then that Rachel Berry decided she would never do this again.