I'd Lie Chapter 3

A/N: New chapter! Hope you enjoy! Song-I'd Lie by Taylor Swift. Also a canon/non-canon reminder for this chapter and the story in general. Quinn and Rachel never really 'made up' after the Finn thing, they didn't sing together in 'Born This Way', and generally just stayed away from each other. Not enemies, just acquaintances. Also, I made up Quinn's birthday to suit this fic. Enjoy!

I do not own Glee, nor do I own I'd Lie.


Rachel's POV

I walked into school Monday morning, still exhausted from the sleepover, arm in arm with Tina. I had given her a lift that morning because Mike was coming in late, and for the past 20 minutes she had been trying to convince me to go out on a date,

"You need to get back out there Rachel!" Tina insisted,

I shook my head firmly, "Tina I don't want to! Nor do I need to. I want to focus on my studies. Plus, there are no guys that I want to date at the moment." Well, some of that was true, there really were no guys I wanted to date then, or ever,

"What about Artie? He's nice?" She prodded,

"No! Artie and I are friends, Tina, just friends. It would be weird to date him. He's like, an annoying big brother." I chuckled,

Tina just sighed and shook her head, "I don't know what to do with you sometimes. I will get you a date before the end of the senior year, mark my words."

'As long as it's with Quinn,' I thought hopefully,

Speak of the devil, she just happened to be strolling past us, swaying her hips in her HBIC fashion.

I sighed wistfully, 'Never gonna happen.' I reminded myself, completely missing the contemplative look on Tina's face.

"See you at lunch Tina." I farewelled,

"Yeah, bye Rach," Tina replied distractedly,

'What is with people recently? First my Dads, then Noah and Tina?' I thought, confused,

I strolled off to first period none the wiser.

I walked out of class just before the Lunch bell to see Noah and Tina standing together, talking in hushed tones, I approached them quietly,

"I'm telling you! Something is going on!" Tina insisted, whispering loudly,

"Yeah, but what?" Noah queried, (hopefully not talking about my sexuality, and if so, keeping his mouth shut)

"Yeah, what is going on?" I interjected loudly, causing them both to jump,

Tina looked at Noah before answering quickly, "Quinn's pregnant again!"

Okay, obviously a lie, but whatever, another voice jumped in before I could defend her,

"What? No, I'm not…" Quinn objected, clearly confused,

"Oh," Tina said, "Must just be one big misunderstanding then, sorry Quinn. Puck are you hungry? I'm hungry, let's go to the Canteen." She declared marching off and dragging Puck with her,

Quinn looked at them, then looked back at me, looking serious before she burst into laughter,

"I mean…. What… is…going on with... them!?" She gasped out hysterically,

God, she was beautiful, even more so when she laughs. Her laughter was contagious and soon enough I was in fits of laughter too,

"I don't even know!" I cried out, "I swear everybody is acting really strange recently." I said, in a slightly more serious tone,

Quinn looked up and stopped laughing, "What do you mean? Who?" She queried,

"Well, my dads were acting super strange, then Noah and Tina." I replied I continued after a moment's thought, "Actually, even you're acting strange recently, are you ok?" I asked,

She stiffened and instantly I could see her mask slip into place, 'So much for that answer' I thought bitterly,

"I'm fine. I have Cheerio's practice, I should go." She declared, before marching off down the corridor,

Then there was one. Me, standing in the corridor wondering what the hell just happened. I laughed incredulously, "What the fuck is wrong with everybody?" I mutter to myself, heading towards the canteen.


The Glee club was sat in the choir room at the end of another Glee meeting, eagerly awaiting the next assignment. As if on cue, Mr Schuester strolled back into the room, once everybody had re-settled after hearing some performances, pulling a marker out of his pocket,

"Alright, everybody! THis was the start of a new week which means….?" He prompted,

"A new assignment!" We chorused in response,

"Exactly! This week's assignment is…." He started, moving to the whiteboard and scribbling something down, "Doubtful Duets!"

The room paused in confusion,

I raised my hand, "Mr Schue, I'm sorry but, what do you mean by 'Doubtful Duets?'" I queried,

Mr Schue clapped his hands together and pointed at me, "Glad you asked Rachel. Doubtful Duets. I have noticed, for a long time really, that certain people in the Glee club, clash. It's completely normal for people to not get along, but in a team environment, it's not conducive to productive work, and achieving goals, like Nationals." He declared, walking over to his computer bag on the piano,

"So, I'm giving you a week, in your assigned pairs, to prepare and perform a duet. It could describe your relationship or the reason you don't get along, or it could be completely unrelated. Any questions?"

Britt spoke up, "But I love everyone in Glee equally, Mr Schue, who would I go with?"

Mr Schue wrung his hands together, "Well, Britt, I thought about that as well. Some of you are just in, well, Doubtful, Duos. People who don't usually work together. All clear?"

The group nodded,

"Okay, the pairs! Kurt!" He said, and Kurt looked up expectantly, "You're with Puck." He declared,

Puck and Kurt just looked to either and nodded. They would probably be fine.

"Mercedes! You're paired with Brittany!"

Britt squealed and ran over to enthusiastically hug Mercedes, who accepted the hug, "We're gonna rock this competition, Britt!" She exclaimed,

Mr Schue looked at them and smiled, success so far, "Mike, you're with Artie,"

The pair fist bumped,

"Santana." The remaining student's gulped, "You're with Finn."

"Finnesa?" She scoffed,

"Santana, be nice," Mr Schue reprimanded,

"Yeah Satan, it'll be fun!" Finn encouraged sarcastically, "Yay!" he added when Santana just glared at him,

"Mr Schue? There are three of us left…" Tina reminded,

"Oh, sorry Tina, I forgot. You're in a trio with Mike and Artie."

Tina nodded in response and the Glee club turned to look at me warily,

"What?" I questioned, looking down to see if I had spilt something on my top or something,

Mr Schue spoke before I got a reply, "Rachel, that leaves you and Quinn."

Oh, that's why they were staring at me like I was a grenade about to explode,

I nodded, thinking that a 'silent protest' would be the most me thing to do,

"Alright everybody, get home, and make sure you organise rehearsals with your duet partner!"

There were a few, 'Bye Mr Schue''s and 'Thanks, Mr Schuester''s as everybody filed out of the classroom, me right at the front of them, eager to get home.

There was a tap on my shoulder so I turn to face the person, still walking down the corridor,

"We need to choose a song or something," Quinn said, looking around her,

'God! Still with the not wanting to talk to me in public!' I thought. It hurt more every time she did that,

"Yeah," I replied,

She raised an eyebrow at the response, clearing expecting more, and continued, "I'll text you or something, we can meet up at one of our houses…"

"Sure," I smiled, "See you," I said shortly,

I walked outside and into the carpark, not really in the mood for small talk with my crush, no doubt leaving a confused Quinn standing behind me.


I woke up later than usual on Tuesday morning as it was a day off for the students at McKinley, something to do with a water or gas leak or something. I made my way down the stairs, still in my pyjamas, and turned towards the kitchen when there were a series of knocks. Being the drama queen that I am, I squealed loudly before realising that they came from the door, feeling suitably embarrassed, I went to open the door,

"Hell…" I greeted before realising halfway that it was Quinn at my door,

I looked down and realised that I was still in my pyjamas, and blushed furiously,

"Hey," Quinn greeted casually, "I thought, seeing as we had the day off and all, I could come here and choose a song… I texted, but I've got a feeling you didn't get it..." She concluded,

I chuckled, "No I got it! That's why I'm currently standing in front of you wearing my ugliest pyjamas!" I joke sarcastically,

That made Quinn laugh, "I'm sorry!" She buried her face in her hands, before looking up, "If it's any consolation, I like your pyjamas," She complimented,

'Wow, this girl is so hot/cold!' I thought incredulously, as I smiled at Quinn genuinely, "Thank you."

Quinn smiled back, before looking away awkwardly and clearing her throat, "May I come in?" She asked, more formally than before, gesturing to the house,

"Oh, yeah sure, I was about to have breakfast, have you eaten?" I queried, glad my dads had gone to work so they wouldn't embarrass Quinn like last time,

"Uh, yeah, I had an apple before I left," Quinn answered,

I look at her in disbelief, "An apple?! You ate one apple?! As in, one teeny tiny apple, for breakfast?"

Quinn blushed, "Yeah, I don't usually eat much…" She replied,

"You want some cereal?" I asked, but she shook her head, "I have Coco Pops…" I tempted with a knowing grin, because, seriously, who could say no to Coco Pops?

I could literally see the internal debate Quinn was having with herself, the 'Childlike' part of her and the 'Cheerio' part. I watched her carefully and saw her face slowly break into a grin, "Yes, please!" She squealed,

I grinned at her and went to the cupboard to grab out the Coco Pops, "So, how long has it been since you had these?" I asked with a sly grin, pouring cereal into our bowls,

"Oh my God, literally ages ago! I think I had them once at a school camp in Elementary school…" She said,

I stared at her in complete disbelief, and poured some milk into our bowls of cereal, only remembering afterwards to close my mouth. I passed her bowl of cereal to her, which she took gratefully, and gestured for her to sit down at the table.

She literally moaned, like, come on, when she took her first mouthful of cereal and I innocently crossed my legs. 'Behave, Rachel!' I scolded myself, 'She's straight, remember?'

"It's so good!" She commented, grinning hugely,

"What, you're surprised? That a completely unhealthy chocolate cereal tastes good?"

She chuckled, "I guess not. I'm so going to have to run this off later."

I gave her a stern look, "Quinn, one bowl of cereal isn't going to kill you. Let loose! Live a little!" I told her,

"Yeah, I know I should, but being in the Cheerio's is hard, you know? There's a lot of pressure, to be, pretty and thin and URGGHH. We're under a lot of pressure."

We finished eating our breakfast in silence, on my last spoonful I threw my spoon back into the bowl, which made Quinn jump in shock, "What?!" She squeaked,

"I know what we can as our song! A mash-up, not a duet, per say."

"A mash-up of what?" Quinn asked suspiciously,

I just grinned at her evilly. I saw her gulp nervously,

"Give me your bowl, I'll put it in the sink and we can go upstairs and practice," I instructed.


An hour later I flump down on my bed happily,

"Good?" I asked Quinn,

"I love it! It's a great idea! And we made it sound great!" She replied, sitting down next to me and laying back on the bed,

I lay next to her and we sat in silence for a while,

"I'm sorry Rach…" Quinn said so quietly I had to double check if I'd heard her correctly,

"For what?" I asked once I was sure she actually had spoken,

"Everything." She replied,

I chuckled, "No offence, but that could be any number of things." I reminded her,

Quinn sighed, "I know. For not being nicer to you, not telling you I forgave you for the Finn thing. Most recently for being bitchy, and the car thing. That was rude of me." She clarified, "So, I'm sorry. It's not you, (that sounds like a cliché break-up line), but it isn't. It's me."

I lay in silence for a moment, absorbing the new information,

"Rachel?" Quinn asked,

"Yeah, yeah, I heard, just, thinking, I guess," I assured her, and I saw her nod in my peripheral vision,

A moment later I spoke up, "Why did you do it? Not the car thing, or the Finn thing, I get that. But what made you act differently recently? Was it something I did?" I asked her,

She thought about that for a moment, "I really couldn't tell you. I don't know what's been going on with me recently, to be honest. I've been pushing the wrong people away. And inadvertently that ended up hurting you, so, I'm sorry." She apologised again,

"It's okay, I forgive you," I said,

"Why?" She asked, sitting up, "I've been awful to you."

'Because I love you?!' I thought, no, probably not an appropriate answer,

"Because… I think you're not so bad." I settled with, "And I think you deserve my forgiveness."

"Friends?" She offered hopefully,

'Oh shit.' I thought, 'This is gonna kill me, say no! Say NO!'

"Of course!" I responded, smiling,

'What the fuck?! Really?' I thought, mentally kicking myself,

She smiled back at me, "I'm not so sure I could, umm…." She said, frowning again,

"Be friends at school?" I clarified,

She looked at her feet, seemingly ashamed, "Yeah," She whispered,

'Have her as a friend outside of school or nothing at all?' I contemplated to myself,

"How about we just hang out outside of school? People at school could be none the wiser." I compromised, quite frankly, not bothered by the hiding bit, more the 'just friends' bit,

She looked up at me, "You'd be okay with that? It feels like a horrible thing to do." She said,

I reached out to take her hand, but thought otherwise and pulled back, instead choosing to sit up, "Yeah, I get that your reputation is important to you. I wouldn't want to be the reason that you ended up, well, like me…" I reassured her,

"How about I try to help you with that?"

I looked at her, confused,

"The bullying, and slushying and stuff! I can talk to Ms Sylvester and get you on the No Slushie list, and try to get the Cheerio's to back off a bit." She clarified,

"You'd do that?" I asked,

"Of course!" She confirmed, "After all, we're friends now,"

I winced internally, was that ever going to not hurt? Friends?

"Thank you," I said gratefully,

She got up and looked around my room properly for the first time. 'Shit! Not the desk! Not the desk!' I thought desperately to myself,

Instead, she walked over to the bookshelf, which I used to store the CDs for my CD player, all Quinn's favourite songs. It just happened! Whenever I found out a new favourite song or album of hers I just bought the album for it. Some might say it was an addiction.

"You have literally all of my favourite albums here!" She exclaimed in innocent disbelief,

I laughed awkwardly, "Really? I must have good taste!"

She looked at me curiously when I said that, but I laughed it off,

She looked past my desk, just missing the sketches I had of her laying on it, 'Thank God!' I thought in relief.

But then she turned back and glanced at the desk, 'Holy fuck I'm dead.'

She smiled, looking at the drawings, picking one portrait up I drew from memory ages ago, and looking closely at it, frowning, 'I haven't written my will!' I panicked dramatically, 'Who's going to find my body?',

She held the portrait next to her face and turned to me, I tried to look as innocent as possible, "Doesn't this kind of look like me?" She asked, turning back to look in the mirror,

"The resemblance is uncanny, I actually drew that of one of my cousins," I lied, smoothly? Was that even a good lie? Wait, do I even have cousins?

"Really?" She asked,

Thank god the drawing was black and white, otherwise, there would be no getting out of this, "Yeah, I'd show you a photo, but my phone's out of charge." I lied, again, hopefully smoothly,

"She's like my doppelgänger!" She exclaimed, "You have to introduce us!" She insisted, then, continued looking around the room, innocently buying the lies, 'Seriously?' I thought to myself incredulously, 'I'm that good of an actress?!'

She looks around the room

Innocently overlooks the truth

Shouldn't a light go on?

Doesn't she know, that I've had her memorized for so long?

"I like these drawings, you're a good artist," She complimented,

"Thank you," I responded,

'More like thank God that you don't realise that lots of them are of you.' I told myself,

She glanced at her watch, "Shoot! It's later than I thought, I told my mum I'd be back for lunch."

"Oh, it's fine, I can drive you?" I offered,

"That would be nice, thanks."

That's how I ended up sitting in the street after dropping her off, making sure she got inside, then waving to her mother as they walked back inside.

I hit my head against the steering wheel (been doing that a lot lately), 'What have I gotten myself into?"


I walked into school the next day, walking up to say hi to Tina, who was standing near my locker,

"Hey," I greeted casually,

"I'm glad to see you're alive!" Tina half-joked,

"Excuse me?" I asked, seriously confused,

"The text you sent me yesterday?" Tina clarified,

I continued to stare at her confused, so she pulled out her phone, "You said, and I quote, 'I can't come 'round to study after all. Quinn came over to practice.'"

I laughed, "Oh, that,"

Tina stared at me,

"It was pretty bad," I lied, "She was her usual bitchy self," That was hard to say, "But we just tried our hardest to work on the song. She was there and gone within half an hour." I lied again,

Tina looked at me sympathetically, "I'm sorry. I was truly convinced the police would be here today to interrogate us after one of you killed the other."

"Oh, they haven't been yet?" I joked,

Tina just frowned, "It sucks that Mr Schue put you with her, he knows you don't get along." She complained, looking like a petulant child,

"That was the point of the assignment Tina." I reminded her pointedly, "Plus, we decided we'd perform today in Glee Club because we finished early. So we're not stuck together for too long."

She just nodded and I pulled her with me down the hall to our Math class.


Glee club finally came and I was pretty nervous, not about the performing part. After all, I'm a star, an extremely talented one. I didn't have anything to be nervous about. Except the performing with Quinn part. I didn't know what it was exactly that made me nervous about performing with her, I just, was.

Quinn walked into the choir room and offered me a tiny, almost imperceptible smile before sitting down next to Santana and Britt. Moments after everyone had quietened down, Mr Schuester walked into the choir room,

"Alright everybody, let's get started!" he exclaimed enthusiastically,

I raised my hand, "Excuse me? Mr Schue?"

He nodded to show he was listening, "Quinn and I would like to perform our 'Doubtful Duet' number." I declared,

Mr Schuester looked shocked, as did most other members of the Glee club, "You don't have to perform today, you know? You can have more time to practice if you want…" He offered,

"No offence, Mr Schuester, but I'd really like to get this over with," I lied,

Quinn looked slightly put off by the declaration, I'd have to talk to her about that after class,

"Okay, let's see what you've got." Schue agreed,

We walked up to the front of the room and sat down on a small bench that had been placed there,

"We were talking yesterday," I started, the glee club looking shocked at the new revelation, "Very briefly," I clarify, "And something Quinn said, made me think of this mashup I'd heard, so, here we are." I introduce,

A guitar started playing and Quinn started singing,

Quinn:

I wish I could tie you up in my shoes

Make you feel unpretty, too

I was told I was beautiful

But what does that mean to you?

Look into the mirror, who's inside there?

The one with the long hair

Same old me again today, hey

Me:

My outsides are cool, my insides are blue

Every time I think I'm through it's because of you

I've tried different ways but it's all the same

At the end of the day I have myself to blame

I'm just tripping

Quinn and I:

You can buy your hair if it won't grow

Quinn:

You can fix your nose if he says so (Me: Aahh)

Quinn and I:

You can buy all the make up that M.A.C. can make

But if, you can't look inside you

Quinn:

Find out who am I to (Me: Aahh)

Quinn and I:

Be in a position to make me feel so

Me:

Damn un-pretty

Quinn:

I feel pretty

Me:

Oh, so pretty

Quinn (and I):

I feel (pretty and witty and bright)

Me (with Quinn):

Never insecure until I met you

Now I'm being stupid

I used to be so cute to me

(Just a little bit skinny)

Quinn (with Me):

Why do I look to all these things?

(To keep you happy)

Me:

Maybe get rid of you

And then I'll get back to me, hey

Quinn:

My outsides look cool, my insides are blue

Every time I think I'm through it's because of you

Me:

I've tried different ways but it's all the same

At the end of the day I have myself to blame

Keep on tripping

Quinn and I:

You can buy your hair if it won't grow

Quinn:

You can fix your nose if he says so (Me: Aahh)

Quinn and Rachel:

You can buy all the make up that M.A.C. can make

But if you can't look inside you

Quinn:

Find out who am I to (Me: Aahh)

Quinn and I:

Be in a position to make me feel so

Me:

Damn unpretty

Quinn:

I feel pretty

Me:

Oh, so pretty

Quinn (and I):

I feel (pretty and witty and bright)

And I pity

Me (Quinn):

Any girl who isn't me

Tonight (Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

Tonight (Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

Tonight (Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

Tonight (Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

I feel pretty (You can buy your hair if it won't grow)

Oh, so pretty (You can fix your nose if he says so)

I feel pretty and witty and bright (You can buy all the makeup that M.A.C. can make, but if)

Quinn and Me:

You can't look inside you

Quinn:

Find out who am I to (Me: Aahh)

Quinn and Me:

Be in a position to make me feel so

Me:

Damn unpretty

Quinn (and Me):

I feel pretty

(But unpretty).

I looked to Quinn and smiled slightly, yeah, we rocked that song. We turned and the Glee Club was still sitting there, shocked,

"Well?" I prompted,

Our teammates seemed to snap out of it and they burst into a loud, enthusiastic applause, Noah whistled in appreciation.

"Wow, that was excellent, girls. Well done." Mr Schue congratulated,

We both smiled at him and sat back down.

After Glee club had finished I ran out of the room after Quinn, "Ditch Santana and Britt, meet me at my car in a couple of minutes, I'll drive you home," I whispered in her ear before walking out to the carpark,

Five or so minutes later Quinn approached my car cautiously, so I opened the door for her to get in, and put the car into drive,

"You know, I was kidding about what I said to Mr Schue, right? I was just saying it to, you know, throw them off the trail." I clarified, turning to face her before I focused my attention on driving,

"Oh," I saw Quinn blush out of the corner of my eye, "Right, of course. I should've guessed" She said awkwardly,

"I do want to be your friend." I confirmed, 'Well, not exactly true,' I thought to myself, "I wouldn't say something like that."

"Really?" She asked,

"Really really," I confirmed again, smiling,

"Well, I do want to be your friend too." She replied,

We sat in a comfortable silence for the rest of the drive. Yes, I could do this whole friends thing. Especially if it made Quinn happy.


A/N: Did you like it? I'm sorry if the 'friends' thing sounds sudden, but if you think about it, Rachel stopped being angry at Quinn in the middle of Junior year, and Quinn was holding a grudge even she thinks was kind of silly. We'll see their 'friendship' develop a bit more over the next chapters, and I might introduce a Quinn POV soon. I'll have to see if it fits. Please leave a review if you liked it and stay tuned! –Lauren's Glee Stories

The Songs:

I'd Lie-Taylor Swift

I Feel Pretty/Un-Pretty- Sung on Glee, originally sung by the cast of West Side Story (I Feel Pretty), and TLC (Un-Pretty)