a/n: this chapter makes no sense whatsoever. you have been warned.

Quinn Fabray took a seat at her usual booth, across from Brittany and Santana Pierce-Lopez. The pair had their foreheads pressed together, whispering and kissing every so often. Quinn brushed off the pang of jealousy she felt-not because she wanted Brittany or Santana, but because she wanted what they had, and cleared her throat.

"Do you two have to do that in public?" Quinn demanded, and Santana looked up and glared.

"Jealousy isn't a good look, Q" she hissed, and Quinn raised an eyebrow. The Latina leaned forward, smirking "At least I don't have to stalk the girl I like."

"I didn't tell you that so you could tease me about it, Lopez" Quinn replied, digging her nails in to her palm "Besides, it's not stalking."

"You're sending her flowers every day, Q. You go to most of her shows. It's pretty creepy" Santana said drily, leaning back in her seat as Brittany nodded in agreement.

"Because she's a good singer" Quinn defended, narrowing her eyes.

"So is San, but I don't like, tell her 'I'm sorry' all the time" Brittany commented, and Santana nodded and smirked. Quinn flushed, as Brittany continued "But she's really good at other vocal things too. Like, when we're having sex-"

"I don't think I need to hear, Britt" Quinn interrupted, ignoring Santana's wink "And I need to apologize before I can talk to her. Otherwise it would be-"

"You've said sorry enough. Go talk to the hobbit already, so we don't have to listen to you go on about her every day. Frankly, it's boring."

"San's right" Brittany nodded seriously, and Quinn glared at the two, but the taller blonde had yet to finish "But I think it's really romantic what you're doing, Quinn. Rachel's like, really lucky."

Quinn smirked at Santana, and the Latina rolled her eyes "It's still really fucking gay, Q."

"Coming from the woman that hired out an entire restaurant, bought a duck and hired a band to propose to her girlfriend" Quinn reminded her, but Santana just shrugged.

"There's a difference, Q" Santana said slowly "Britt and I are together. You're just stalking, Berry."

"I am not stalking her!" Quinn hissed, and Santana smiled at her outrage. The blonde narrowed her eyes, but Brittany reached across and patted her on the arm.

"Don't worry, Quinn. Santana does that to everyone."

Quinn tilted her head to one side "I know that, B. But she should accept the fact I'm not into threesomes and move on. Paying out Rachel and I won't convince me."

"Really, Q?" Santana smirked "That's the best you got?"

Quinn narrowed her eyes, and stood up "You don't have to be a bitch all the time, Santana."

"Not nice after the tables have turned, is it Q? This is how you treated Berry for years." Santana snarled.

Quinn swallowed, and with a glare at Santana, made her way to the door. The other girl was right of course, but that wasn't something Quinn wanted to admit. She had never entirely forgiven herself for the way she treated Rachel, and wouldn't until Rachel herself forgave her. And Quinn wasn't entirely sure that would ever happen.

...

"Only one more night in New York, Rachel. Remember to wow them. We want a fantastic review of you, just like every other night" Zoe informed Rachel, as they stood in her dressing room.

"I know perfectly well, Zoe" Rachel replied "I have been preparing for this night for months. The show is coming to an end soon, and this is probably the most important one that will take place. But of course, with my talent, I'm sure the show will be fantastic."

Zoe nodded, a smile forming on her lips "That's what I like to hear."

Rachel turned towards her agent, her own smile having been replaced with a frown "Zoe" she began slowly.

Zoe's eyebrows furrowed in confusion "Yes?"

"I'd appreciate it if you did all you could to find out who is sending me these flowers. The situation isn't alarming me, I'm a star, and I knew I would have plenty admirers when I signed up for this. But" she continued "I would like to find out nonetheless."

Zoe nodded "Of course, Rachel. Anything else?"

Rachel shook her head "I'm afraid I'm going to have to take the stage soon. But as always, thank you."

"No problem" said Zoe, although Rachel noted her agent seemed distant. She looked at the other girl, and noticed she was staring at her with admiration. Zoe shook her head, and smiled at Rachel "You look great tonight. Now off you go."

Rachel nodded and left, making her way backstage. Through the curtain, she could hear the crowd talking quietly as they made their way to their seats. Rachel stared at the curtain for a few moments, wondering if her anonymous fan was out there. But she shook her head in disbelief. Even if they had always sent her flowers, her admirer wouldn't attend every show.

It didn't occur to hear that Quinn Fabray did in fact attend every show.

...

"We are going to be late" Quinn hissed, trying to refrain from taking the wheel herself.

"Calm the fuck down, Q. You've already seen her show a hundred times" Noah Puckerman grumbled from the driver's seat, and Quinn grabbed the flowers on her lap a little tighter in agitation.

"You're not going to start paying me out like, Santana, are you?" Quinn demanded, raising an eyebrow "Because if you are, you can just drop me off here and I'll walk."

Puck snorted "You'll probably miss half the performance if you do that Quinn. I may not be going over the speed limit, but I don't think you can run faster." Quinn frowned as Puck sighed, before the man turned to her "Lopez is right though. You should figure that out, Q."

"I. Am. Not. Stalking. Rachel" Quinn said through gritted teeth.

"I never said you were stalking her" Puck said quickly "But it is kind of creepy. You should just talk to her."

"There is no way" Quinn said fiercely "I am taking romantic advice from Noah Puckerman."

Puck shook his head "It's practically Santana's advice. You know, the fucking hot Santana who ended up marrying her equally hot soulmate?"

Quinn rolled her eyes and turned to him "Is there any girl you don't find hot."

Puck paused for a moment, as if to seriously consider this, before he shook his head and grinned "Not really."

Quinn shook her head and tried not to smile "Your wife is so lucky."

"Of course she is. She married the Puckasaurus. I'm the guy every girl dreams about."

The blonde beside him quirked an eyebrow, but as the car pulled to a stop, her head was instantly filled with anything and everything to do with Rachel Berry.

Quinn got out of the car as soon as it stopped, leaning on the door as she turned back to face Puck.

"Thanks for the lift, Puckerman. Have fun with Avery tonight."

"No problem" he replied, before raising his eyebrows and grinning "And don't worry, I will."

Quinn wrinkled her nose "I don't exactly want to hear about your sex life, Puckerman."

"But that's what best friends are for" said Puck with a grin "Anyway, if you and Berry hook up tonight, you wanna let her meet Beth on the weekend?"

"I highly doubt we're going to move that fast" Quinn replied, shaking her head "But we'll see. Beth is her adopted little sister after all."

"Do you know how weird that sounds?" asked Puck suddenly "If you and Rachel get together-"

"Goodbye, Puckerman" Quinn said curtly, slamming the car door in his face. She turned and started walking away, although she could hear his familiar laughter as he drove away. The second she could no longer hear his car, however, Quinn wished for his presence. She still had no idea on how she was supposed to tell Rachel everything she wanted the other girl to hear. She didn't even know if she could give the girl flowers in person. Shaking her head, Quinn swallowed the lump in her throat and entered the theatre.

...

After the performance, Rachel quickly made her way to her dressing room, eager to see if Zoe had discovered the culprit behind the flowers and notes. When she arrived however, Rachel saw her manager and the last person she had ever expected to be sending her the gifts.

"Your manager seems to think I've been stalking you, like a majority of people" the girl said, before holding out a bouquet of flowers "These are for you. I really am sorry, Rachel."

Rachel stared at the flowers for a few moments, before swallowing. Her mouth felt incredibly dry, and she probably sounded croaky when she finally spoke. Spoke the only two words she could think of.

"Quinn Fabray."