A/N: to all my 'there for you' and 'still here' readers, i felt bad for ending it, so i thought i'd post another story on here for you all. see i love you! :) anyway enjoy and Review!

Quinn watched from a distance as she took in the sight of Rachel and Finn walking towards her locker. Oh how, she wished she could be in Finn's place: holding Rachel's hand, kissing her, taking care of her. But she would always watch from the shadows. If she was going to be with her, her father would kill her, and she knew that he would. He wasn't afraid to hit her, or anyone else for that matter.

So Quinn stood by her locker and watched the two interact. Rachel was rambling about something and Finn was pretending to listen. She wished she could slap him and make him listen to every word that she says. Heaven knows, she does. But she couldn't.

Unconsciously, her mind began to think back to the first day her family moved in and how her father forbidden her from talking and making friends with the girl. She didn't know what he meant about her fathers going to hell, and that Rachel was going to be judged for being their daughter, then, but now she could care less about what was going to happen to her father. God loves all of his children, right?

So now as she watched them kiss, she chewed on her lip. She could tell how soft her lips were from the mere distance, but to have them pressed to his lips, was what killed her a little inside. Slowly, she turned around and walked away. Her heart aching inside of her chest.

The following day, she watched as Finn walked away from the tiny brunette. She heard something about her making out with Puck, but she didn't care about that right now. All she wanted to do was go after Finn and punch him in the face for making her cry. Instead, her gaze followed the broken girl as she retreated into the bathroom. Closing her locker, she chased after the diva.

Upon entering the bathroom, she saw a stall closed and a quiet sob echoing from the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirrors, were two freshmen girls, laughing. Anger boiled up inside the blonde and she walked over to both of them and through gritted teeth she said, "Get out." Not wanting to encourage the rage of the HBIC, the girls ran out of the bathroom.

Sighing, she walked over to the locked stall and knocked softly on the door. "Rachel, are you alright?" She asked through the door, straining to listen to what she would do.

The sobbing subsided and she was met with a cold, "What do you want Quinn?"

Quinn bit her lip, she was expecting an answer like that. But no matter what she said, Quinn willed herself not to further upset the brunette. Leaning her head against the door, she whispered, "I'm sorry about what happened back there. Finn was a real ass for doing breaking up with you like that."

"No, he wasn't. He was right to do so. Why do you care anyway?" Suddenly, the door opened and Quinn barely had time to catch herself from falling onto Rachel.

Quinn looked at the singer and noticed the red rimmed eyes, the tear stained cheeks, and the mascara on her face. The girl really needed to invest in some waterproof make up. Rachel stared at the green eyes, waiting for an answer. "I-I care."

Rolling her eyes, and crossing her arms Rachel demanded, "Why do you care? It's not like we're friends. We'll probably never going to be. You hate me, so don't pretend that you care, when you'll just use this against me in the end."

Shaking her head, Quinn looked into the broken brown eyes. How many times could you hurt someone as sweet, and considerate like Rachel? Obviously a lot, she thought. Taking a deep breath, she responded as nicely as she could. "Believe it or not, I do like you. I know I haven't show it like I should, but you are one of the nicest people I know. And I apologize for ever making you cry. I was being a jerk, and I'm sorry."

"Why did you do it in the first place?" She asked.

"It was what was expected of me. I am a Fabray, and we're supposed to do whatever we have to, in order to make it on top. And you just happened to be on the bottom, so I had to use you to boost my popularity. Make my father proud of me for a change… He still isn't. Probably never will be…" She looked back at Rachel and continued, "I was jealous. You were happy with yourself. You knew where you wanted to be. You had a loving family. Parents who care what time you come home, who you hang out with, how your day went, what you got on a test. I will never have any of that. And I envy you, Rachel. I want to start over with you. I know I haven't been the nicest since you moved here. But that was because my father didn't want me to hang out with you. But I don't care anymore. Please, give me another chance. I love you." She confessed.

Rachel looked at Quinn, taking everything in, she was speechless. Quinn Fabray had just confessed her feelings for her. And everything with the blonde's family explained why she never hated the blonde. Her fathers told her what kind of man Russell Fabray was, but she never asked Quinn what was going on, because she knew the blonde hated her. But now, she was being told the truth of her feelings. She loved her.

After a complete moment of silence, Quinn continued to grow more anxious. "Please say something." She pleaded.

Rachel met the blonde's eyes and said, "Y-you love me?"

"More than you can imagine, Rachel."

"Is that why you threw slushies at me?"

"What?"

"Continued to call me names? throw me in the dumpster? draw pornographic pictures of me? mock me? laugh at me?"

Shaking her head, Quinn replied, "No. It's not like that."

The brunette's eyes grew cold. "Then explain it to me. Why did you decided to show your love for me like that?" "Because I couldn't have you! You were with Finn. And all I could do was watch in the shadows. Long to be with you instead of him. I tried not to love you, but it wouldn't work. I just became more and more attracted to you. It was a defense mechanism. I'm sorry, I did all that. Please just give me a chance to prove it to you. I promise, I won't let you down." She searched the brunette's eyes awaiting an answer.

Instead of answering, she walked passed the blonde cheerleader and over to the sink to wash her face. Quinn just stood there watching her movements. Finally, the brunette turned around and said softly, "I'm sorry Quinn. But I don't feel the same for you. How could I? You've tortured me endlessly for years and years. Now you expect me to suddenly fall into your arms and tell you 'I love you too'? I'm sorry I can't do that." Nodding slowly, Quinn took an interest in her shoes. She should've known that's how she'd feel. "I'm sorry, Quinn. I wish I did feel something, but I don't. I can't right now. It's too much. But, I would like to be friends with you if you still want to be my friend?" When those words escaped Rachel's mouth, Quinn shot her head up and looked at her in shock. The brunette offered her a small smile, and she continued, "I don't know if I will have the feelings that you have. But I might have them one day and by starting out as friends, who knows? They might develop faster than not being your friend… I want to have those feelings, too, Quinn. You have no idea, I just can't right now."

"I understand," Quinn spoke up, her voice caught in her throat. "Friends sounds good." She returned the smile. Rachel nodded then without looking back walked out the bathroom leaving Quinn standing there, confused about what just happened. She didn't mean to tell her that, she just wanted to ask if she was alright, maybe help her get cleaned up. But instead she confessed her feelings. Maybe it will work out. She didn't know what would happen. All that she knew was that she was finally out of the shadows.

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