I'm really, really sorry for the delay, you guys. My internet connection has been a btch lately so. Really, I'm sorry. Enough with the rambling! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Glee's not mine. It's Ryan Murphy's.

Lenght: ~5800.


Chapter 2: "Beautiful Stranger" (Madonna)

It was Monday's morning and they just ended third period; they were at Biology class with bizzare Mr Stapleton.

"Everybody listen up. You're going to do a report about different subjets that I'm going to choose. And you can do it in pairs" he said and everybody started clapping "BUT, I'm gonna be the one to choose the pairings, too, in order to take you out of your confort zone. Now, let's do it propperly."

The moment Mr Stapleton said he was going to be the one to choose the pairings most of the people just stared at him with a poker face. Doing homework wasn't funny at all but at least if they had the opportunity to work with other -and by others meaning friends- it wouldn't be such a pain in the ass. But obviously, it wasn't enough for Mr Stapleton to give them homework but to make them work with other people -and by pther people meaning not friends-.

The teacher observed his class, shiny eyes as his mind thought up the worst and less compatible pairings ever, hoping to see later the result of such a mix of opposites; almoust like it was a little experiment of his.

Quinn was sitting alone in the last sit of the left row, being in front of her Santana and Brittany, as usual.

"Okay... Let's see." He said while his eyes jumped from one student to another. "Bingley with Karofsky:"

"Oh, but Mr Stapleton, he's a freaky nerd!" Yelled Karofsky from the place he was sitting. Richard Bengley didn't wan to do anything with David and his group as Karofsky and his 'bros' were the ones who made sure to throw him to the dumpster every day at the same time.

"I wouldn't be a bad thing for you, Karofsky, to increase your grades." Answered Mr Stapleton while thinking about the next victims, and smlied. "Brittany and Santana, of course."

Bingley turned around to see them, opening his mouth ready to complain.

"Don't even think about it, four eyes" she said threateningly, loud enough for him and Brittany -and maybe Quinn- to hear, bending towards him and pointing him with her index finger. Bingley just turned around rapidly, facing the whiteboard and he never mentioned the topic again.

After a few couples were selected, Stapleton smiled again. Quinn had noticed a certain regularity at that expression, and when she saw him smiling directly at her, she was affraid something she woulnd't like was about to happen.

"And Fabray will work with..." His eyes searched through the mass of students, looking for somebody who wasn't already paired up and then he saw her. First row, looking outside the window, distracted; the perfect target. Mr Stapleton didn't realized it, but he was enjoying pairing up people who didn't stand each other, way too much. "Rachel Berry."

Rachel averted her eyes from the window and to the Mr Stapleton and asked "What, Mr Stapleton?"

"You'll do the report with Quinn Fabray." He dropped the bomb so fast the brunette didn't even see that coming, leaving her dumbfounded and speechless for a few seconds.

"Oh." She said. Satisfied with what he had done, the teacher supported his weight on his desk and said "Okay, get together with your partner and I'll come by to tell you what subject your report must be about," turning around to grab his notebook and a pen. The students started to move, protesting about the injustice it was that Santana and Brittany were paired up together, as they always were together. It just took a glare from the Latina to keep them quiet. Quinn remained sat where she was, so Rachel supposed she had to move where she was, and so she did, shyly and a little bit unwillingly, with her books tightly pressed against her chest. She sat down without saying a word in the empty chair besides the blonde. In the seat in front were still Brittany and Satana.

"Fabray, Berry, your subject will be" said Mr Stapleton looking at his notes, his pen at his hand "cellular reprodution."

"Okay." Said Rachel nodding and writing it down on a sheet of paper. Mr Stapleton looked ad her and then at Quinn, who nodded once and then resumed her conversation with Santana and Brittany.

They kept chatting while Rachel went to the library to get some books to start with the improvised quiz Mr Stapleton gave to her so she -they- could have an idea of what she -they- would focus on the report.

"As we haven't worked enough, we'll meet at noon after lunch every day until Thursday that's the due date, and furthermore we'll have then enough time to finish it at time." Rachel said to Quinn once the class had come to an end, intercepting the blonde in her way out of the class room.

"Okay." Was the cheerleader's only reply.

"Starting today." Rachel ended.

"Today?"

"Yes," She said, still in her way, preventing her from running away. "What? Do you have something more important to do?"

"Yes, I do." She lied. Anyway, Rachel did note that fact. Damn subconscious, you come to betray me now? Quinn thought. "Okay, I don't."

"Okay, then see you at the library as soon as you finish your lunch." Said Rachel, stepping out of the way. Quinn started to walk away and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

. . . .

Quinn got out of the hallway and into the library, pushing both doors inside in the process. It was precariously illuminated, almoust to the point to the ilegally bad illuminated, but the sun light sticking out of the window was enough as it gave those who whre actually at the library and actually reading -not like Santana and Brittany who used that place to make out- the needed amount of light to be capable of read without going blind. She walked across a few bookcases 'till she came into the center of the library, where the big tables were in.

Rachel, as always, was alredy there sitting in a table by herself with two piles of books lying in front of her; focused in reading one them when Quinn arrived with her own belongings in her arms. She sat on the chair opposite to Berry's and let her folder fall, the noise elicited by its crush against the surface of the table echoing lenghtways the library. Rachel slowly looked up, almoust without taking her eyes off the book, while asking her to be quiet with a simple "Shh."

"Sorry." Said Quinn rolling her eyes. Rachel observed her and said "I am as thrilled as you are or even less than you, that Ms Stapleton paired us together, but it would be the mature thing from both of us if we just simply limit ourselves to work in order to finish this report in the fastest and painless way possible; always being careful not to damage the quality of the work in the process, in which our grade depends on" and turned her eyes back to the book just to write some notes after a few minutes on her notebook.

The light of the afternoon was sticking out the window, behind Rachel, illuminating the bookshelves around them and giving her a mysterous shadouw to her features, making her seem... Sparkling with the effect of the rays of sunlight hitting her back. Quinn observed that image for a few more seconds before grabbing one of the books in the right pile, as it was the one with more books.

"I've already read those." Said Rachel, stil focused on writing. Of Course, thought Quinn. As he finished writing she dropped her pen over her folder and gave her one of the books from the left pile. "Take this one."

. . . .

Thursday noon had gone the same way: they met in the library during lunch and did their work while Quinn threwn glances towards Rachel every now and then when she wasn't looking and eventually got back to what she was supposed to be doing.

. . . .

On Wednesday they didn't meet as it was Michael's -Rachel's other gay dad- birthday, so they had to pospone their meeting untill after school.

"I have Cheerio's practice." Said Quinn while walking to her locker escorted by Rachel.

"Okay, I'll wait," she replied. "So I can keep working on this."

"As you wish." She said and started walking towards the gymnasium. Rachel just followed close, humming with her books in her arms.

They entered the gym and Coach Sylvester was already there, megaphone in hand, yelling at the few Cheerios that were stretching there. Quinn went with them and Rachel headed towards the bleachers, sitting in the lowers. She put her earbuds on and opened her folder resuming where she had left.

"What's doing ManHands here?" One of the Ch eerios asked to Quinn while she was getting ready to stretch.

"I was condemned to work with her at Mr Stapleton's class. She's waiting for me because after this we have to go finish the paperwork at her place." She told under her breath, trying no to talk loud enough for Coach to listen to them.

"Ew."

"I know." She replied.

"LESS TONGUES TALKING, MORE BODIES STRETCHING!" Yelled Sue Sylvester. Quinn just kept silent while doing her streching excersices and looked to the bleachers where Rachel was, focused in the report. Her muscles started to get warm as she kept stretching.

. . . .

Rachel couldn't listen a thing around her as Miley Cyrus' "The Climb" resonatedin her ears. She looked up to watch what was happening on Cheerio's practice and the cheerleaders were forming a pyramid, being Quinn in the top of it as the leader she is; and, in a way, it portrayed perfectly Quinn Fabray's life at McKinle:, the last in the food chain, the strongest of all, the most capable.

Fast fowarding the practice, in one of the choreographies they were performing, Quinn was moving her body in a wavelike way, which was super hot -what-; or at least it was for Rachel-what-, she had to admit to herself as she was immersed in the way her body moved, being unable to draw her eyes away from the blonde. The head cheerleader didn't move well, no, she moved perfectly; she's been always known for being a good dancer, and anyone could tell when she allowed herself to lose it up and let herself be led by the Glee flow.

Rachel kept looking at Quinn a little bit longer while they were performing and the blonde kept dancing near her male fellow Cheerio, a warm feeling starting to emanate from inside Rachel's body, out of nowhere, actually, which did nothing but increase as Quinn lowered her hand in some random boy's chest and abdomen as a girl grabed her by her hips, letting her support her weight against her breast, her free arm holding to the girl's neck.

Oh, my God. They should really reconsider doing another rutine because it looks like they're having a threeway in the middle of the gym. Thought Rachel, whose internal temperature raised with every second that passed by. She admired that image frowning.

. . . .

"Rachel." Said Quinn, standing in front of the brunette in question, her bag, where her spare clothes were, hanging from her left shoulder. Rachel didn't lool up at her, and before she could think Berry actually dared to not acknowledge her, she saw the wires falling from the petite Diva's ears and she understood why she wasn't paying attention to her in the first place, so she cleared her throat. "Rachel!"

"What?" Rachel asked startled, almoust dropping some bock that were at her side. "Who died?" Quinn just rolled her eyes. She take of her earbuds while looking around and noticing there was only Quinn and no doctor with her to tell her that one of her dads was indeed in Intensive Care because of a tragic result of their speeding -she's always warned them about the risks of speeding-; or that Finn had an accident during football practice and had fallen into a coma. "Sorry, I was listening to music."

"I have to have a shower; I'm all sweaty." Rachel's mind tripped to the Land of The Most Dirties-est Thoughts. God, stop it, Rachel. "You're gonna wait here or you coming with me?"

Oh, God.

Quinn shifted uncomfortably, balancing a little at the echo of her words in her mind, having a totally different meaning than what she actually wanted to give them, some perverted meaning. In result, she tried to make it sound innocent and take the dirty -unspoken and latent- meaning out of the words she unconsiously gave them, and started rambling. "I mean..."

"I know what you meant." Rachel laughed lightly as she understood clearly why Quinn had felt uncomfortable. "I'll go with you and stay in the locker's room."

Rachel grabbed her books and jumped from the bleachers eliciting her ilegally short skirt to flip up a little.

Oh, God. Thought Quinn out of nowhere in front of what just had happened, as her eyes averted from the girl's face, lowering her gaze over Rachel's tanned and -apparently- soft legs till she was -unwillingly- able to see her panties. She immediately turned around, starting to walk towards the showers. Rachel followed her, humming again.

It was steamy -literally- inside the room as the steam was coming out from the showers at the back of the locker room at the left. The place was adorned with a few rows of red lockers that matched the long benches of the same color.

There were clothes over some benches and Rachel supposed there were Cheerios in the showers, still taking a shower. She went to one of the benches behind the lockers, so they could hid her presence there. Quinn watched the process and it made her stomach turn for a moment, realizing the reason why Berry was doing that.

She took of her clothes eased a little by the fact that Rachel couldn't see her, so she was like alone in the room. As she covered her body with a towel she thought about what Rachel did. She's hiding, actually hiding. She thought. She's trying to avoid being molested by the other girls.

It was always what Quinn liked- no, loved about popularity, the fact that people were so scared from her and what she was capable of doing that they tried to avoid her, to get out of her way. But it didn't feel good watching Berry do it. It made Quinn feel guilty. And, really, a big part of that -if not the whole part- was her fault.

"What are you thinking, Fabray?" She asked herself out loud, shaking her head as she frowned, confused and moody because of the confusing thoughts she was having lately.

. . . .

Rachel was still working on that report so the time she would spend with Quinn in her home would be reduced to the minimal and indispensable amount. She did it unconsciously, like if it was an automatic response from a robot; wanting to be as far away as possible from Quinn. Lucky her, she hadn't treated her badly, she was actually civil towards her. Actually, if she came to think about that, Quinn hadn't treat her like if she wasn't worth to even say the time of the day to her like, at all.

As she saw shadows moving and walking aroun the room near her, she stood there in silence, pausing the song she was listening in her iPod, trying not to move or make a sound in order not to draw their attention to her and regret what could possilbe happen afterwards.

"Did you see Berry at practice today?" Rachel heard them saying.

"Quinn told me she was with her," she couldn't help the smile that spread on her face at the kind gesture the blonde had at telling a fellow cheerleader about them being paired together "and that she was condemned to do some report with her or whatever."

Oh, scratch that out.

Some kind of desilution invaded Rachel's chest at the words Quinn used to describe their intelectual communion. Did she really feel like it was a condemn to be with her?

The noise ceased so she started breathing evenly.

"You can go out, Rachel." Quinn said out of nowhere, startling her a little. "There's no one here."

Rachel stood up, surprised by the fact that Quinn had reffered to her by her name -without it being followed closely by an insult- and not by her last name, as she used to when she was treating her like a human being. The cheerleader's voice sounded warm and made the brunette feel comfortable. She slowly let her presense become visible, fearing to see things she didn't -or did (what)- want to see and embarrass herself and Quinn, too.

Rachel sat in a bench, to the right of Quinn's red Cheerio's bag, where her spare clothes were laying. She watched her search between her belongings as she herself had books resting on her lap.

Quinn took off the towel, leaving nothing to cover her rather -glorious- toned and very much naked body, making Rachel flush and turn around, embarrassed. It seemed like the Head Cheerio was quite comfortable with her body as she was so unashamedly displaying it in front of her. Quinn used the towel to dry her hair, looking how out of place Rachel felt and feeling hot and sexy herself -WHAT-, and so powerful for making her react that way. She didn't actually know why exactly she did that -taking off the towel-, it was like an impulse.

"Take it easy, Berry." Quinn said, letting a laugh scape from her mouth as she was dressing her lower half, putting on her panties. "Don't tell me this is uncomfortable for you." It wasn't uncomfortable for herself as she was already used to seeing girls undressing in front of her eyes. It was normal.

Rachel didn't say a word.

"Have you ever seen a girl's naked body?" She asked while putting her bra on. Thank God, Rachel thought, and opened her mouth to reply, raising her left hand slowly, her index finger ponting up. "Besides yours, I mean." Quinn cleared and rolled her eyes. Rachel threw her arm immediately.

"You can look now, if you want." Said Quinn as she started to button up her pants.

Rachel looked again, but a little blush appeared on her face as she realized the blonde's chest was left to cover, so she averted her eyes to the front. Quinn observed how Rachel had lowered her gaze from her face to her abdomen before looking back to the row of lockers in front of them; her gaze caressing her as she let every inch of her pale chest in. She felt uncomfortable at the sudden heat that arrived to her body and she rapidly put on her t-shirt and her letterman jacket, inspite her raising temperature. She needed fresh air and get somewhere where she didn't feel so suffocated as she was currently feeling. She closed her bag and started walking towards the door along with Rachel. When they were about to get out of there, she bumped into Santana and Brittany.

"What's doing Treasure Trail here?" Asked the Latina, looking at Rachel with a raised eyebrow.

"She's with me." Replied Quinn as she cleared her way away from the Latina.

"With you?" Asked incredulously. Rachel found her way out of the claws of the cheerleader and towards Quinn, who was walking through the corridor to the main entrance.

"Yeah." She said and added "See you later."

"Bye." Brittany greeted, grabing Santana by the shoulder.

They drove the little ecological car of Rachel's to the Berry household. The road was silent and a little uncomfortable as there was no topic to talk about and the silence around them was letting their minds travel to strange, bizzare and so unappropiate places that evoked unwanted thoughts for both of them.

They arrived finally and got out of the car as soon as Rachel turned off the ignition and walked towards the porch, leading the way and Quinn setteling herself to just follow the brunette, who opened the door with a fast movement of the keys and let the cheerleader get into the only place she felt good and confident about herself -leaving aside the stage, as it was where she felt fulfilled, powerful and unique-. It was warm and emanated familiarity, love, Quinn thought. Rachel kept going, walking up the stairs.

"Suit yourself, I'll be right back so we can resume our work." She said to Quinn. There was no way she was going to allow the blonde to enter her room as it was her only shelter from everything else, from the world, where nobody did judge her and where she could think and let herself feel the love, sadness and pain.

She dropped her backpack on her desk; her room still illuminated by the light coming from outside that stuck out her window, over the desk. It was tidy as usual. Her bed positioned agains the wall opposite to the window, looking just as she left it early in the morning whe she wake up to make her 6 AM excersice; the bathroom door semi-opened, showing there was nobody inside. Everything was silent and Rachel sat at the foot of her bed, her hands laying over her knees.

"Okay, Rachel, we have like less than two minutes to think before Quinn gets mad and starts breaking everything downstairs utill you dare to get back there. First of all, what. was. that? What about those thoughts you didn't have once but twice today? First on Cheerio's practice and then in the girls locker room. You know I don't have a problem with you having fantasies of any kind with anybody every now and then, but not with Quinn Fabray; it could be problematic for us and it could mean the end of our excistence in the world as we know it, elicited by more than just a few slushy facials every now adn then. No, Rachel. Don't do it. You're smarter than that and stronger. You can't be thinking such... things about the Head Bitch in Charge of McKinley." She told to herself. She always tended to talk with herself, it was like some kind of therapy for her, a way to put some order to her thoughts and to, ultimately, understand herself.

"Berry, where are you?" asked Quinn from the hallway. It appeared Rachel was so absorbed by her own thinking that she didn't hear Quinn's foot steps going upstairs, stopping at her door and the sound of it being slightly opened.

"Don't screw this up" she ended an then saw the blonde's face sticking out of the door, admiring her suroundings 'till her gaze met brown eyes. Don't blow this, Rachel.

"I'm here." The brunette replied to the blonde's question, regaining consciousness.

"Are we gonna work in that report?" Quinn asked, opening the door even more, her right hand stil around the knob, supporting her left side on the doorframe.

"Yes, pardon my tardiness. I was doing some thinking." She said standing up. "Let's go."

She didn't allow Quinn to get into her room, simulating that she was in need to get out rapidly from there and shoved her lightly, pretending she didn't mean to do that and eliciting the blonde to walk a few steps back into the hallway.

"Jesus, Berry. If you didn't want me to get into your room you could've just told me." She said while bitting her lower lip.

"Right. Sorry." She said half meaning it and half pretending. "Let's get the work done."

. . . .

The hours went by and the night showed up. Quinn and Rachel still hadn't finished Mr Stapleton's report on Cellular Reproduction, so the cheerleader had to stay and have dinner with the Berry family.

"Damn it." She said under her breath, but apparently loud enough for Rachel to hear and look at her with wide eyes. "My cell just died."

"Take. Use this." Said Rachel, reaching Quinn her phone. A noise coming from the kitchen made the brunette react. "Oh, there are my dads; I'll help them set the table."

"Thanks." Said Quinn, taking the phone to her left eat. "Hi. Mum? Yeah, it's Quinn. Look, I'll have to stay a little longer at the Berry's and I'll have dinner here. We need to finish this report as the due date is tomorrow." She told Judy. Rachel entered the living room. "Okay, mum. I love you, too. Bye."

Rachel smiled at the sound of Quinn talking so warmly. The blonde hung up, not noticing the brunette had been watching her and listening to the last seconds of her conversation.

"Dinner is ready, Quinn. I hope you like chinese food."

"Yeah, it's fine." She said and gave Rachel a little smile as the brunette walked back to the kitchen.

. . . .

They started eating and it was Evan the one who started the conversation.

"How was school today, girls?" Rachel smiled.

"Today was quite an interesting day, I must say. Lunch with you two was magnificent and I knew Daddy didn't have a clue about the surprise we made up for him."

Surpise. Thought Quinn for a moment. Oh, right!. "Happy birthday, Mr Berry" she said to Michael. She had totally forgotten what Rachel had told her earlier that day, explaining to her that that was the reason why they wouldn't be meeting at library that noon as they did the past two days.

"Thank you very much, Quinn. You're very kind." Said smiling warmly at her. Rachel turned around to smile at her, too, and she looked at the Diva out of the corner of her eye, blushing slightly and looked down to prevent it from being noticed.

. . . .

"Well, I think it's time for us to go and finish that report." Said Rachel as everyone had already finished their meals, grabbing hers and Quinn's plates, the blonde standing up with her glass on hand and left it the sink. "Don't worry about the dishes, I'l wash them later." Said Rachel to her dads, grabbing their plates as well. "Go and have some rest."

"Are you sure?" Evan asked her, still siting on his chair, while she hugged him by the neck from behind and pecked him on the cheek.

"Pretty much."

"Okay." Said Michael, standing up.

"Happy birthday, Daddy." She said and gave him a hug.

"Thank you, Pumpking. Isn't it like the hundreth time you say it to me?"

"It's never enough with a few demonstrations of love. I like to keep you up to date. It's never enought when it comes to showing how much I love you." Ended Rachel, smiling. Her dads gaver one last hug and a kiss in the crown of her head, saying goodbye to Quinn in the way up.

"We hope to see you soon, Quinn. It's been a pleasure to meet you." Said Rachel's parents.

"Likewise." She replied while smiling, and it didn't feel like she was pretending. She didn't fake it. Everything felt and came out so natural.

Rachel's dads disappeared in their way up to their shared room, leaving her daughter and Quinn all by themselves.

"Very well, let's finish this so you can go home and sleep."

"So I can go, you mean." She said sardonically. Rachel looked at her, sighing.

"No, that's not what I wanted it to sound like." Rachel tried to fix.

"Berry, it's fine. Although the fact that we don't get on perfectly and that there was a Mr Stapleton's work in between, I actually liked to be here." She said matter-of-factly. She fold her arms over her chest, caressing her own forearms as if she was cold, looking around hereslf. "This place is warm."

"I can open a window if you want."

"That's not what I mean, Berry. Just listen." She said not being able to help being a little tought with her, but she tried her best to calm down. It was just that sometimes Rachel managed to drive her mad, quite fast. "Something about your house feels familiar, it's comfortable to be here. It's... Nice."

Rachel smiled shyly, looking at the floor and then looking at Quinn. That was when the blond understood why Finn loved her so much. She had never tried to get to know the Diva as she was never interested in doing so, but knowing this other side of Rachel, this Rachel, so different from the Berry she was used to meet at school was impressive. Amazing.

For a brief moment both were comfortable with each other's presence and company and Rachel wondered if that would ever happen again, but she didin't believe it was possible. At least not in school grounds. For Quinn's part, she just didn't want to think about what was coming next, what would happen the next day when probably everything would come back to reality, back as it was before they were paired together.

They walked towards the sofa and focused in working out the few remaining questions, finishing sooner that they spected to do.

"Okay, I'm gonna wash the dishes," said Rachel, standing up and sighing tiredly, "and once I'm done, I'll drive you home."

"It's okay. I can walk. And it's not that far."

"Definitely not, Quinn. I can't allow myself to let you do that. It will take just a few minutes, and I'll take you home as fast as the signals would let me, if you're in a hurry." Said Rachel, walking towards the kitchen. Quinn had been left alone with her thoughts and felt helping Rachel with the dish washing was the right thing to do. She headed to the kitchen where the brunette was already washing one of the glasses and then put it aside to let it dry. The cheerleader took it and started to dry it up with a flannel. Rachel looked at her but she just kept staring at the glass in her hands and the singer resumed what she was doing, a smile on her face. The Diva handed her another glass and their finger brushed accidentally.

Control yourself and don't be stupid. Quinn thought. Behave like a normal human being. Rachel didn't seem to mind as she kept washing like nothing happened.

"How are things between you and Finn?" Asked Quinn out of the blue, actually. She needed something to abstract herself from what had happened and how she reacted. She stared at the drops of water falling from the glass she was currently drying. Rachel looked at her but she didn't look back.

"Fine..." She was silent for a few seconds, as if hesitating to say or not what she was thinking. "Do you still like him?"

Quinn muffled a laugh and looked at her.

"No, not at all."

"Anyway, I feel we could be better, but I just need time by myeself to reconnect with my inner self once more. I need to think of me as a single being and not as one part of a couple. Not yet. I wan't to take a break." She paused. "I wanna have some fun."

Quinn laughed under her breath.

"I thought I wouldn't be alive to hear you say that, Berry." Rachel laughed wit her as their eyes connected.

"You so not know me, Quinn." She said smiling and looking back to the plate she was washing.

"After today, you're a total stranger for me." Rachel stopped abruptly every movement. "I mean, because I met a part of yourself that I wasn't aware of before." Rachel looked at her, brows still furrowed in confusion. "It's a good thing." The brunette smiled, relived.

"Rachel Berry, nice to meet you." She said stretching her right arm towards the blonde, hand full of lather, as to greet Quinn, who laughed timidly.

"Likewise." She said smiling, returning the greeting.

In that exact moment, the image that they could have about the other changed for ever. They became two strangers that coincided in time and place. And Quinn knew that if it wasn't because of Mr Stappleton's design and his stupid report on Cellular Rep she would've never dared to get to know Rachel Berry, the most annoying person of all William McKinley.

. . . .

Rachel and Quinn walked to the little Berry's car, each one entering in their respective places and drove to the Fabray's. None of them talked as they were tired. Quinn in the verge of falling asleep right there, in the copilot's seat, hear head nodding off every now and then, trying as hard as possible to hide the fact that her eyes were closing without her been able to control them. She had to shake her head to oblige them into being open as she saw Rachel parking outside her house, diminishing the speed.

After an uncomfortable silence while the cheerleader unfastened her seatbelt, she said "Thanks... For everything" while getting out, but stuck her head inside once out of the car. "Drive safely."

"I will, Quinn. Thank you very much." She said smiling. "Sleep well."

"You as well." She ended and closed the door.

As she walked to her house's door, she realized something: she was having second thoughts about who Rachel Berry really was. And maybe, just maybe, it wasn't too late after all to start wanting to really get know that interesting and full of mystery stranger that was, for her, Rachel Berry.