Author's Note: This idea wouldn't leave me, no matter how stupid and pointless it is. So here's a one-shot that absolutely has no point and resolves nothing. I hope you enjoy, and try your best to ignore all errors in my writing. I'm sure there are a few. And for those that are reading my SerialKiller!Quinn fic, I'll try my best to update tomorrow.

It was around 12pm when Rachel Berry's parents finally decided to leave to catch their flight. The duo, along with Rachel and Quinn huddled around the front door.

"When we get back, this place better be in one place," Hiram warned lightly, pressing a quick kiss on his daughter's forehead. "Okay?"

"Of course, Daddy," Rachel agreed as Quinn nodded furiously.

Rachel's other father, Leroy, pulled Quinn into a quick embrace. "Don't get into any trouble, you two."

"We won't," Quinn hummed. "Have a nice trip."

"We will," Hiram grinned, "See you two in approximately a week."

"Bye, Daddy!" Rachel waved, watching her parents skid away with their suitcases. "Bye, Dad!"

Quinn mimicked Rachel's actions, towering behind her as she waved. The two men returned their good-byes before settling into their vehicle and driving away. When neither of them could see the car anymore, Rachel closed the door, stepping back into the house, almost slamming into Quinn.

"So, Quinn," Rachel started. "Would you like to do anything today?"

Quinn avoided eye contact with the brunette, staring numbly at her toes. "Uh, Sam's coming over soon. So I can't."

"Oh, okay," Rachel murmured awkwardly. After a moment, she asked, "Can we at least talk about what happened last night?"

"Uh, I really don't want to. Let's just pretend it didn't happen. I'm going to go," Quinn mumbled in a rush before abruptly sprinting up the staircase to her room.

Rachel frowned, crossing her arms.

An hour or two later, Rachel was slumped on her bed with a book in hand. She was merely flipping a page of her novel when she heard the doorbell ring. Footsteps immediately cascaded down the steps.

A minute or so later, she could hear the muffled voice of Sam Evans through her closed door. "Are you sure about this?"

"Of course I'm sure, come on," she heard Quinn urge. A second later, there was a slam, signaling Quinn's door had just been closed.

Rachel shut her book closed after bookmarking her page. The novel was placed on the counter close to her. She listened to the couple in the room next to her, hoping what she was assuming was going to happen won't really happen.

There were a few sudden noises and giggles, but no words at all.

"Did you bring it?" Quinn questioned in a hushed tone.

"Shit, no, I didn't," Rachel heard the blonde male reply.

"Good thing I bought a pack earlier," Quinn mumbled.

There were a few more sounds, and the brunette heard the creak of the bed and low panting. No, no. This can't be happening.

Multiple moans, groans, and grunts were soon heard, and it confirmed Rachel's assumption, and she could tell what they were doing in the room next to her. They've had sex several times before when her fathers weren't home. And each time it happened, Quinn would tell her about the event, and she would pretend to be happy for her. Yet every single time, it hurt her.

But this time was different. It hurt the brunette more than any of the other times. Because just last night, she had pretty much confessed all of her feelings to Quinn. She knew it would be pretty much impossible for the feelings to be reciprocated, but it didn't hurt any less when Quinn just left the room last night without uttering a single word.

"Sam!" Quinn cried out loudly in a gasp.

Rachel held in her tears as she reached for the counter to the left of her bed. She turned on the iPod dock as quick as she possibly could. A random song sounded right away, and she blasted her music to the maximum volume, drowning out every sound in the nearby room.

Her ears were bleeding, well, not literally, at the vibrations the sound waves made. But it was far better listening to that then the names that weren't her name escaping Quinn's mouth. And she hoped that her music would somehow halt their actions, or make their ears bleed, too.

After a moment, her ears were really starting to hurt, so she turned the volume down slightly. She still couldn't clearly hear the couple, and she settled back into her pillow.

She tucked herself under the blanket, and sobbed herself to sleep.

The brunette awoken when she heard chatter right outside of her room. She rubbed the sleepiness out of her eyes, then crawled out of her bed. She decided against turning off her music, since if she did, it would raise suspicion. She silently pressed a ear against the door, listening intently.

"I had a great time, as usual," Sam commented.

"Yeah," Quinn responded, though she didn't sound so quite sure in her words. "Me, too."

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow? Maybe?"

"Definitely," Quinn confirmed.

"Great."

Rachel heard footsteps padding down the stairway, and she guessed that Sam had let himself out. She heard a few sniffles outside of her room, that sounded oddly like Quinn. She wanted to burst out of room, and comfort the blonde, but forced herself not to.

She didn't want to comfort the girl who had pretty much stabbed her heart and shattered it into a million of pieces. But she was curious why the girl was crying.

The sniffles stopped abruptly and she heard Quinn's door close. Rachel then could hear water running shortly after, and she assumed Quinn was taking a shower. She turned back towards her bed. She turned off the music before she plopped back down on the bed and began to go through her thoughts in her mind.

Quinn had moved in with her after Finn had kicked her out, when he found out Puck was really the father. They weren't exactly friends at that time, but Rachel offered her house to her anyway. They bonded during her time there, and became as close as best friends. Then Quinn gave birth to Beth, but continued to live with Rachel, despite her mother's requests to move back in with her. Then Sam transfered to their school, and they connected immediately. And somewhere along the way, she had fallen for the blonde.

Rachel groaned, before sitting up. She tore the novel away from the counter, and flopped back down on the bed. She flipped right to her bookmark, and began reading where she had left off. I'll confront her later.

Rachel bolted out of her bed when she heard Quinn's door slide open. She rapidly slammed her book closed, then tossed it back on the bed, before she skipped towards her door. She opened it with ease and was met by a freshly clean blonde, who was close to stepping down the steps.

"Quinn," Rachel greeted, trying her best not to explode inside.

The blonde turned around to face her friend. "Oh, hey. I'm just getting something to eat downstairs."

Rachel followed Quinn down the stairway as she inquired, "What happened with Sam?"

"Sex," Quinn answered nonchalantly, entering the kitchen.

"Don't you care about my feelings?" Rachel questioned after a moment, watching Quinn search the kitchen for food.

"What do you mean?" Quinn asked back, managing to steal an unopened bag of chips and a can of Pepsi.

"After last night," Rachel trailed off, stalking after the blonde as she trudged up the steps.

"Yeah, you kissed me," Quinn finally replied when they reached the door of her room.

"And you kissed me back," Rachel said, "Doesn't that mean anything?"

"We were just in the moment, right? You don't actually feel anything for me."

"I do," Rachel gulped, she could feel a tear poking at her left eye.

"Don't lie to me," Quinn murmured. "You're still pinning after Finn."

"You know I stopped going after him a long while ago. I like you, Quinn. Far much more than that dumb giant."

"Well," Quinn paused, her hand began drifting towards the doorknob. "I don't like you like that, okay? I'm sorry, but I'm with Sam."

Rachel frowned tightly, forcing the tears forming in her eyes to remain there and not cascade down her cheeks. She wouldn't dare give Quinn to satisfaction that she had made her cry. "I know you're with Sam, but don't you think it's a bit cruel to have sex with him while I'm in the house? I mean, I kind of get it, I already knew you wouldn't like me like that. But still."

Quinn shrugged, her hand tightened around the doorknob, before opening the door and taking a step in. Rachel remained outside, her chocolate orbs connecting with Quinn's amber eyes.

"I love you, you know?"

"I know," Quinn responded by closing the door.

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