A/N: Thank you guys for the reviews and subscribing, I didn't actually realize how motivating it is until you're on the other side of the fic, writing it.

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Rachel took a sip of her water but almost spit it back out as Sam finished the punchline to a joke he was telling. It was getting late, Rachel, Sam and Quinn had spent hours talking, the only time they stopped was when Rachel had to go out for her second performance of the night. Just then a knock distracted the three from caching up, it was just the stage manager.

"Hey Ms. Berry, I'm about to leave so I'm forced to ask you to do the same." He looked as if he was about to run away when he asked, or at least as if he was going to get screamed at but he didn't. The Brunette star's smile didn't drop for a moment as she replied. "Okay, Jeff."

The three got to the back stage door when Sam spoke up. "Well, I have work pretty early in the morning so we better be off anyway." Then came the almost famous Rachel Berry pout, but Quinn spoke up almost immediately. "Well, I don't have work so I'm free for a bit."

"Great!" The star was practically bouncing. "I have a spare bed, you could always come sleep at my house and I could drop off in the morning." After a silent conversation held between the married couple it was decided, tonight they'd have their first ever sleepover. Except they weren't calling it a sleepover, just a stay over. So after quickly kissing his wife Sam left. "You ready?" Quinn wasn't sure how to answer that, especially since she didn't know what the question was for. Rachel took a deep breath without waiting for her friend's answer and opened the door.

It hit Quinn like a brick in the face; the fans! They were everywhere, taking picture, screaming, asking for autographs. The blonde was even sure one at the back fainted, but she didn't have time to check as Rachel grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the limo, the driver holding the door for them to get in. Once in the two grabbed glasses and filled them up with champagne.

By the time they got through the traffic and arrive back and the brunette's house they were quite tipsy. As they got out of the limo, Quinn took the bottle with her. "Why are you taking that?" Rachel looked a little confused. "What? You want to stop drinking?" Was what she got back, but then the brunette burst into laughter. Quinn was a little confused and anyone could tell by the look on her face. "You think I don't own alcohol?" It was now the blonde's turn to laugh, which she did so hard she accidentally dropped the champagne which smashed and made both girls yelp. Almost as if they'd spent their whole lives together they spoke in unison. "Let's get inside."

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Once in the apartment Quinn noticed one thing; it was nothing like she was expecting. instead of the pink walls she's anticipated they were white. The could took up an entire wall to the left, it was the same color as the paint and would have almost been invisible if it haven't been for the black trim. The whole apartment wound up being very classy, most things looked expensive but Rachel assured her they weren't.

After getting them both a glass of red wine they sat down, the blond was extra careful not to spill any on the couch but after picking up on the nervousness Rachel purposely spilt a few drops which simply turned into beads and sat there whilst the brunette then went and got a cloth to clean them up. "I've lived here for years, you don't think I thought of that?" She joked.

After than there was no more nerves, the continued to make jokes back and forth, then started talking about Glee and WMHS. "So, what happened between you and Finn?" Quinn was genuinely curious since when they graduated they were going steady. "He cheated with Santana, so I dumped his ass and moved out here. Which may I ask why you're out here?" Rachel raised and eyebrow and Quinn looked away slightly. "Well, after high school Sam and I travelled for a bit then one night we were in Las Vegas and decided to get married. After that we didn't want anyone in Lima finding out so we decided to start a new live and here we are. Simple."

But it wasn't that simple, just before the former head cheerleader looked down the brunette caught a glimpse in her eye, one that told her she was holding back. So she decided to turn the truth up another notch. "You know, I used to kind of have a girl crush on you in high school." This brought the blonde's eyes back to her with a questioning glance. "Yeah, your confidence, the way everyone wanted to be you. Hell, I wanted to be you so I tried to mimic that confidence but it just came out as, well, the Rachel you knew."

This struck something in Quinn and without realizing the word were already making their way out of her mouth before she could stop them "I liked you a lot too, everything you did I found cute, you still sing as amazingly as you did back then and you're still single. How does that happen?" Rachel's word were barely a whisper but they spoke volumes. "I'm gay."