There's A Girl

Chapter 2- Something's Changed

A/N: Thanks for the review

Same disclaimer.

"When I'm asleep, it gives me time to think. Thoughts that I wouldn't dare speak aloud."

Rachel was nervous about her "date" with Quinn and she was up an hour earlier then usual, running on her elliptical. All through math class as well, the butterflies fluttered. However, she found that math work flies by when she... distracts herself, shall we say. Distractions with thoughts of how the blonde's lips would taste against her own, thoughts of how the cheer-leading must carry into other aspects of her life. Math class was over in no time, as was English. But then came Spanish, a class that she shared with Quinn.

Drumming her fingers on her desk, Rachel tried to avoid any thoughts of the blonde. It was all fine and dandy up until this point, but having those thoughts in her head and physically seeing Quinn right there probably wouldn't fair well. Rachel had to get out of the room. Asking to go to the bathroom, she excused herself in a hurry, knocking her notebook on the ground. In such a flushed state, not even Rachel, yeah, that's right. Rachel Berry didn't care that something was out of place and messy.

You know that feeling when you cant help but smile? Your thinking about someone doing something and you just have to. Sometimes you let out a little giggle, then try to cover it up with a cough? That doesn't work either and it comes out sounding like your choking. Rachel got that exact feeling while splashing cold water on her face in the bathroom.

Something wasn't right. This Quinn thing had her all messed up. She didn't know up from down, and she was starting to lose what made her Rachel. Her composure was gone, and suddenly she didn't have control over herself. She couldn't contain emotions or feelings or even her own mind. Sure, she didn't exactly have a problem with the day dreams about Quinn, but sometimes they just got out of hand.

Finally, Rachel felt composed enough to return to class. Seating herself once again she had enough time to learn the conjugation of "to go", before the bell rang. She left class quickly, going straight to her locker. She threw her books in, grabbed the ones she needed, took a composure breath and fixed herself in the small magnetic mirror on the inside of her door. 'Let's go'.

Quinn waited anxiously by her car for Rachel. She held her books close to her chest and drummed her finger on them. She was slightly confused about her own motivations for inviting Rachel over, but she wasn't upset about them. Something in her gut had been telling her all along that Rachel was something special. So, in return, Quinn toned down the name calling and started being nice to the brunette. After all, she was now a "Gleek", so what did she have to lose? . You could say Quinn had changed, and she wouldn't argue. Ask her why, and she would have no answer.

People looked at her as they walked by, she could hear whispers. No distinct words, but Quinn could hear a whisper from a mile away, then a snicker. She had done it too Rachel far too many times. There would always be those years the Quinn had to look back on, they would always be there. The taunting, the name calling, the threats. She hated it, hated that she had let herself do that. She never felt good about doing it. She always regretted the words as soon as they came out of her mouth, but she couldn't take them back. She would look weak. And you didn't get to be the top Cheerio by being weak.

Quinn looked around anxiously for the brunette singer, eager to get out of this hell hole that was McKinley High. She contemplated waiting in her car, where at least she wouldn't have to hear the whispers and see the glares. Her car had become her sanctuary as of late. She would drive home from school, and on the rare occasions when parents were home, she would sit in the driveway, crying.

They never came out to check, they honestly didn't care about her. Or what she did. They only cared about her image, for as long as she was Quinn Fabray, they were the Fabrays and everyone knew them and everyone feared them. That didn't take much is this shit town called Lima. It was small anyways and Quinn couldn't wait to get the hell out.

She shook herself from her thoughts to avoid the tears she knew would come if she thought about it too hard. Her gaze wandered to her cell phone as she checked the time. Rachel was probably at her locker, she always double checked to make sure she had all her books. Quinn thought her OCD was kinda cute. The aggravated look she got on her face when something wasn't right.

Wait, cute? This is the kind of behavior that Quinn just didn't understand. It made her smile to think about it, sure, but then she would realize that she was thinking about Rachel Berry as cute. That just isn't right. However, when Quinn tried to act on the strange feelings by insulting Rachel, the outcome was a sad lonely feeling in the pit of her stomach, and they wouldn't go away until she got an understanding smile from the singer. She much preferred being happy and liking people, and having people like her, so she let the changes take over, and she figured she would just give into them and learn to live.

Quinn scanned the parking lot once again, searching for the argyle sweater, skirt, white knee high socks, and Mary Janes that could only belong to a one, Rachel Berry. Noting, at least, Rachel's form moving towards her through the crowd she finally relaxed and allowed a small smile to play across her lips. She time throwing her backpack in the backseat so that when Rachel arrived, she wouldn't look as though she had simply been standing, awaiting her arrival. Perfect, she slammed the door shut just as Rachel stopped walking.

"Hey, sorry I took so long, I had to go to my locker, then I forgot a book and had to go back and..."

"Don't stress, I just here myself, I had to finish something with Mr. Schue for Spanish, but we should probably go, its already three-fifteen"

"Right" said Rachel, climbing into the passengers seat.

Quinn stood for a moment outside the car, took another long breath, fixed her shirt, and climbed in as well.

"So do you have some sheet music to use, or at least a specific song in mind?"

"Oh, um. Not yet. I was hoping you would have some ideas."

'Ideas? I have plenty of ideas for sounds for you to make, Fabray' thought Rachel with a smirk. But she quickly returned to the situation at hand. Which was helping her good friend Finns pregnant girlfriend get her life back.

"Well, lets hear you sing a little more and then we can find a song that fits your voice" Rachel said, matter-of-factly.

"Alright."