"I'm bored."

"Me, too."

"Me,three."

Santana sighed, "What's new?" She sat up from her place on Quinn's floor, glancing at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table,"We've been her for four hours doing jack shit. It's friggin pathetic!"

Quinn scowled at her from the bed, "You got any better ideas?"

When her question was met with silence, Quinn smirked, "That's what I thought."

"We could play a game." Brittany suggested.

"Sure, B, whatcha got?"

Brittany frowned, "What do you mean?"

"What do want to play, Brit." Santana amended.

"Oh! I don't know. Maybe we could play hide and seek! I love hide and seek," she grinned and clapped at her brilliant idea. Quinn spoke up,

"Don't you think we're a little too...old for that, B?"

"No." Came the blunt answer from both the girl in question and the Latina.

"You can even go first, Q! Start counting right..." Brittany slowly stood up from the floor and began backing away to the door, Santana following suit, "NOW!" she yelled, disappearing out the door and out of sight with Santana in tow. Quinn huffed and threw her head back onto her pillows. She knew well enough that Santana and Brittany wouldn't be coming back, and they most definitely weren't planning on playing hide and seek. She glowered at the wall; they were always doing this.

It wasn't always unwelcome. Quinn liked to be alone; it gave her time to think. Her thoughts as of late, however, didn't exactly make her want to be alone with them. Mostly because they involved...her. Everything about her just captivated Quinn. When she walked, Quinn stared, in awe of her confidence and beauty. When she talked, Quinn, unlike the majority of the people in the world, listened. And when she sang, God, when she sang, Quinn died a little inside. She died because Rachel wasn't hers to moon over, wasn't hers to hold, and most of all because she just wasn't hers.

It royally sucked. She needed some way to get the ball rolling, to start the process of mending her less-than-stellar relationship Rachel Berry, but every time she attempted to come up with something, her mind drew a blank and instead of getting anywhere all she got was frustrated and horny.

The sound of the front door opening pulled Quinn from her thoughts.

"Lucy, I'm hoooome!" Judy's voice carried upstairs. Quinn smiled to herself, getting up and going to greet her mother.

"Hey, Mom, you're home early," she said, letting herself get pulled into a bear hug by said mom.

"Yeah, well, I thought I'd suprise you to make up for being gone yesterday. You know I hate leaving on these business trips," Judy pouted.

Quinn chuckled, "You gotta do what you gotta do, though, right?"

"Right! So, how was your day? Was it terribly boring without your hip mother to keep you company? I bet it was." Judy made her way over to the couch, pulling Quinn down to sit next to her. She smiled as Quinn laid her head on her shoulder; they'd come so far.

"Well, Santana and Brittany were here, but they ditched me for, well, you know."

Judy nodded sagely, "Understandable."

Quinn looked affronted, "You trying to tell me something, mother?"

"Not at all, daughter dear, not at all."

Quinn pouted before burying her head in Judy's shoulder. She really had missed her. Her relationship with her mom had healed rather nicely she had moved back in last year, and then some. Far from the oppressive home life she used to have, Quinn now had the assurance of her mother that she could tell her anything without fear of abandonment. It meant a lot to Quinn that her mom made the effort- it was something she'd never known, parental love and support. It made it infinitely easier for her (though still nowhere near easy) to tell her mom she had feelings for another girl.

When Quinn finally got the words out of her mouth, Judy had blinked, asked if she was sure, then what she wanted for dinner. It had been, hands down, the best bacon cheeseburger Quinn ever ate in her life.

"Hey, Mom?"

"Hm?"

Quinn took a deep breath. She hesitated before saying, "Um, I need your help." She had reached the end of her rope, and desperate times call for desperate measures. It was time to ask her mom. Judy looked at her ecspectantly. "It's about...Rachel..." Quinn trailed off, not really knowing how to finish.

Judy released a breath. "Oh, well...why didn't you say so? What's the, er, problem? Is something going on? I'm sure I can help." She tried to smile reassuringly, but it did nothing to quell Quinn's nausea. She suddenly didn't want to continue this conversation, but her mother's overjoyed demeanor indicated she was ecstatic Quinn felt comfortable enough to talk to her about this, and she didn't have the heart to make that dissappear.

"Well, it's more like the problem is the lack of something going on. I...I see her every day and I just, I don't know what to do. I haven't actually talked to her in God knows how long, and she just carrys on like everything's fine and dandy when it's, it's not! I'm always somewhere in the background just watching her like a creepy stalker and it tears me up that we're not friends, we're not enemies, we're not...anything..." Quinn had begun to softly cry into Judy as her impassioned speech winded down, "and I just want it to change. I'd do anything to make it change." She continued on mumbling and crying, staining the older woman's shirt with salty tears. Judy just held her and waited.

When it had died down to little sniffles, she lifted Quinn's face to meet her eyes. It hurt her to see her precious daughter like this, and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to fix it. "Quinn. Look at me. We're gonna fix this, ok?" she said, wiping the remaining tears from Quinn's face.

Quinn smiled half-heartedly, "You really think so?" she sniffed.

"Yeah. In fact, I have an idea! Come, come, come." Judy hopped up, grabbing her laptop and taking a seat at the dining room table. "I said come on Quinnie, we don't have time to waste! Girl troubles or not, you still have school tommorrow." she said sternly.

Quinn heaved herself up off the couch and trudged over to the table, taking a seat next to Judy. She had a feeling this wouldn't end well; most of Judy's "ideas" tended not to. Like the time a few months ago she had tried to cheer Quinn's somber mood up by setting her up on a blind date with a girl she met at the grocery store. The girl had been a total creep and asked to rub Quinn's feet repeatedly until she had enough and just left. Needless to say, she was a little wary of what her mom had in mind.

"Aha! Here we go...aaaaaand print!" Judy punctuated her sentence with a click, and headed over to the printer to fetch the papers coming out. She looked at them proudly, and rejoined Quinn at the table, sliding the papers across it for her to look over.

Quinn blanched, "'20 Sure Fire Ways To Woo Your Special Someone'? Are you joking? Please tell me you're joking. Did you, did you Google this?" Her cheeks were rapidly going from chalk-white to red as a chili pepper as she gaped at the list.

Judy huffed indignantly, "I'll have you know, Quinn Fabray, Google is a very helpful and reliable source of information, and forgive me for not knowing how to help you from experience!"

Quinn softened. How could she be mad at someone who only wanted to help? She sighed, "It's okay, Mom, I know, and thanks, but I don't think this will help me very much. I'm just going to head on up to my room, okay?"

"Alright. But...at least, you know, look it over? It's worth a try, yeah?"

Quinn nodded, padding up the stairs and entering her room. She set the list down on her desk and, without a second glance, flopped onto her bed and went to sleep.

Monday after school found Santana, Brittany, and Quinn in much the same place and situation as the day before.

"I'm bored."

"Me, too."

...

"Q?"

"Huh?"

"You've been spacing out on us like, all day, what's your deal?" Santana asked.

Quinn blushed, "Sorry, I just, I have...a lot on my mind."

Santana scoffed and threw a pillow at her head, "Don't give me all that evasive bullshit. It may work on everyone else, but not me. What's going on?" Behind the harsh tone and irritated expression, Quinn could see the genuine concern in Santana's eyes. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she told Brittany and Santana about Rachel. They were her best friends after all, wasn't it like, girl code to tell them stuff like that?

No, not when it involves someone they hate and think you do too. Not when they're so obsessed with image that there's no telling how they'd react to something like that.

"Well?"

"There's nothing going on, S, just drop it. I'm fine. I promise." Quinn stick her pinky out for Santana to, reluctantly, shake.

"Whatever. You guys wanna watch a movie?" The tan girl said, getting up to rifle through Quinn's DVD collection. As she was passing Quinn's desk, something caught Santana's eye. She picked up a piece of paper, reading off the title, "'20 Sure Fire Ways To Woo Your Special Someone'. Well, well, well. Care to explain this, Q?" She said, waving it in the air.

Quinn flushed, spluttering out, "Put that down! It's- It's not anything! It's for-I had- science project-"

Santana cackled, (no seriously, she cackled), and jumped on the bed keeping the paper out of Quinn's reach as she was frantically grabbing at it. Finally Quinn gave up and buried her face in her pillows, determined not to let Santana get anything out of her.

"Nothing's going on, eh? Who is it, Q, c'mon. Spill."

"No."

"So you admit there's something to tell?"

"No!"

"Come on, you can trust us! RIght, Britt?"

"Right!"

"No!"

Santana huffed, "Ugh!" She caught Brittany's eye and nodded. Brittany got up and crawled onto the bed next to Quinn and began to pet her hair. She bent down to whisper in Quinn's ear.

"Hey, you know S is joking. You don't have to tell us." She coaxed Quinn out of her pillow mound and looked her in the eye, putting on a subtle pout. "I mean, we only want to help. You've been, y'know, sad lately and I tried giving you a teddy bear but it didn't work so I don't know what else to do." Quinn appeared to be cracking, so she kept going, "Maybe if you...told us what's making you sad we can try and make you happy again..."

Quinn groaned. The situation was not ideal. But, maybe, she should reconsider telling the other two. It would really help to have someone to talk to that wouldn't Google everything.

"Ok, fine..."

Santana and Brittany shared a triumphant grin.

"Maybe I...like somebody. And I don't know what to do about it so, I asked my mom and she, well, she gave me that." She gestured gingerly to the list. "And...that's it, really."

Santana shot her a pointed look, "Well who is it, is what's important."

"Yeah, maybe we can help! I'd like to help you, Q.! Brittany piped up.

Quinn braced herself for the inevitable freakout, "It's...um, ." She pushed out, half mumbling. Her friends just sat there confusedly trying to decipher her words.

"I'm sorry, what? Can you like, speak English or something?"

"I like Rachel, okay! I like Rachel, Rachel Rachel. I like her. A lot. Happy?" Actually, she did feel immensely better admitting it out loud to someone who wasn't her mother. She waited with baited breath for their reactions.

Santana shrugged, "Yep, I already knew that." Brittany nodded her agreement. Quinn looked at them in shock.

"You-what? How? I- I'm that obvious?" She stuttered.

"No, we just know you." The other blonded grinned, "SO now you told us, we can help you ask Rachel out! This is gonna be so fun!" she clapped.

"Uh, No! That is most definitely not what we're going to do!" Quinn objected, "In fact, we're not doing anything!"

Santana sat up, "Why not? I mean, you want her, right?" Quinn nodded, unsure where this was going. "So...what's the problem?" She was met with silence. "You telling me that you, Quinn Fabray, the Queen of McKinley, don't have the guts to go after Berry?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you." Quinn stated.

"Well, too bad. We're gonna put this baby to use." She held up the checklist.

"Wait...you're not..." Quinn realized what Santana was insinuating, "You're serious." She deadpanned. "So, let me get this straight. You want me to use this...list to...win Rachel over?"

"That's the plan."

"No way." Quinn scoffed.

"You got any better ideas?"

Quinn looked down at her hands, mulling it over. After a few minutes she met Santana's eyes, defeated. "No..."

Santana smirked, "That's what I thought." She threw Quinn's earlier words back at her. Quinn scowled. "Well let's get started then," she clapped her hands together, looking over the list.

Quinn exhaled and mentally prepared herself for the roller coaster she knew was coming. It was almost depressing, really, all the work she'd have to do.

Then she remembered who she was fighting for, and she briefly imagined what it'd be like when she got to the finish line. Suddenly, it all seemed like nothing compared to the end result. Whatever obstacles were waiting along the road would have to get out of the damn way because if this year ended and Rachel still wasn't hers,well, her name wasn't Quinn Fabray. Quinn picked up the paper, scanning the items on it. She looked at Santana and Brittany and grinned.

"Let's do this."

A/N: I knooooow I should update "More", but this story wouldn't leave my head alone! So, enjoy! Also, I am SO open to suggestions as to what should be on the list! It would be a tremendous help and I would be forever grateful for some ideas on that. So with this story, we're probably looking at 20 or so chapters, one for each item and maybe an epilogue. Hit me up and tell me what you think!

-euphematic