A/N: This is the alternate ending to chapter one of this story. I wanted to give the reviewers who wanted a happy ending something to read. So to all of those reviewers, I hope that this was the Faberry lovin' you were looking for! Please review and enjoy. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. This is unbeta'd so any mistakes are mine.


"I love you, Rachel."

I hold my breath and wait eagerly for her response. I steal a glance at her face and notice nothing but shock. Her eyes are wide. Oh God. I knew this wasn't a good idea. Why did I have to tell her? Why couldn't my mind shut up for one minute and first think about the consequences. She's going to hate me! I can so tell. Wow, Quinn. You finally manage to build a bridge of friendship with her and now you've scared her off. Great.

"Feel free to say anything anytime, Rachel," I quip anxiously. Her voice is still stunned, but her eyes have shrunk considerably. That's got to be a good sign…right?

Finally, a cough erupts from her throat. "A-are you sure about that, Quinn? I mean…me? Th-there must be some other girl you mean."

"Uhm. No. Sorry, Rachel, but I do mean you. I did just kiss you, after all." Expecting my face to go flush with embarrassment, I lower my head. I must not be red at all, though, because Rachel tips my head upwards, landing my face squarely in front of hers. I gulp, the close proximity making me sweaty and nervous.

"Yes, you did just kiss me. And let me assure you, Quinn, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I always had a feeling, and now it's confirmed. You are a wonderful kisser." She doesn't look away from my face. She just stays there with my chin grasped in her hand. That's Rachel Berry for you. So open to talking about anything. No shame. Nothing at all.

"Uhhh…thanks…I think?"

"You're quite welcome," she says confidently. She finally lets go of my chin and leans back against the bookcase. I do the same, sighing. Half of me is content, like, really happy. I just kissed the love of my life and she didn't push my away. She doesn't hate me. That's always a good thing. Then again though, she never said she was in love with me either. Why does she have to be so confusing? She has the nerve to sit here and flirt with me but doesn't even respond to my stupid proclamation of love?

"So can you just say it already?" I spit out, my tone sounding with a bite of harshness.

She flinches backwards, hitting her head on a copy of "The History of Broadway". Ironic. Did my mind float to this section of the library consciously? Maybe it knew it was a Rachel kind of section. Wow. I am way more in love with her than I thought. I'm doing things that are related to her without even knowing it.

"Say what?" she demands, not threatened at all by the venom in my voice.

"That you don't love me back! That you never want to talk to me again! That any progress we made today towards becoming friends is gone. Dead. Never again will exist. Just say it now so I can get out of here!" I'm practically screaming in her face and tears are streaming down my face, making my mascara into a black, blobby mess.

"Quinn! How dare you accuse me of—" Before she can get her word in I'm cutting into her sentence.

"No! Just stop, please. Just tell me." I whisper it, knowing it will be too hard to voice aloud. It's hard enough asking her to tell me she doesn't love me back.

Rachel just blinks, leaning against the tall shelves and sighing. "Quinn," she starts again. This time I don't interrupt her.

"I don't know how to say this, but…um."

"Save it," I snap. She recoils as if her hand's just hit a hot stove burner but, for some reason, moves even closer once she's recovered herself.

"No, Quinn. I'm not going to 'save it', as you so nicely put it." She smirks and leans towards me so our faces are centimeters apart. "I'm going to do something that I think will make you quite happy."

Before I know what's happening, she's kissing me. Her lips meet mine in one of the tenderest kisses I've ever received. Wait a min—she's kissing me? I feel her tongue like my bottom lip, begging for entry. Parting my lips the slightest of bits, she takes advantage of the new passageway and plunges her tongue in, massing it with mine. I moan, ever so lost in the sensations she's creating.

"Rachel, Ra—guhh…" My attempts at creating a tangible sentence are dashed as she turns and straddles my waist. She's getting more aggressive; she nips at my bottom lip and I groan in pleasure. Who knew this girl could kiss so well? Finn never was like this. And to think. I actually considered myself to be straight at some point in my life.

"Rachel, Rachel. Really…we…we should t-talk." I hastily pull away from that beautiful face of hers. My breaths are labored and hers are as well. She gets off my legs and moves so she's sitting next to me once again.

"Now do you see why I'm not telling you I don't love you back?"

"But…I'm…so you do love me?"

Rachel pauses, seemingly pondering this. I hunch back miserably, trying to blend in with the tattered books and splintered bookshelves. I knew it was too good to be true. She probably just kissed me because she felt bad. Exactly. Oh great. It was a pity kiss. Quinn, pay attention; you're going to miss what she says.

"No, I don't love you."

All of a sudden my breath seems to be squeezed out of my lungs. I'm finding it difficult to breath and there's a knot-like type pain in my chest. I assume it's what's formerly been called heartbreak.

"I knew it," I mumble. With that I'm standing, straining my eyes to find the doors as it's considerably darker now.

"But," Rachel starts. She pulls me back down and doesn't let go of my hand. "That doesn't mean I don't like you."

"I—wait. What?"

She blushes and starts playing with the tips of my fingers, gradually kneading my hands in hers. I try to ignore the aching sensation from you know where and my mind's screeching screams to kiss her again.

"I've always found you pretty, Quinn. I've told you that."

"B-but you're not gay?" I ask it more as a question than a statement, needing to know the truth.

"True…but I'm not exactly straight either." She just shrugs it off and continues on a new thought. "Who knows, though? I mean, I definitely enjoy when I'm with you…and maybe, in time, I can come to love you, too."

Hold up there, Rachel. You're already talking about loving me back? Sure I'm happy. I mean, this is what I've dreamt about ever since I met her. But still…

"Wait up, Rachel. I'm flattered and everything and you have no idea how excited I am right now…but…but you're still with Finn. As much as I love you and as much as I don't like Finn right now, you're still dating him and you can't cheat. It wouldn't be fair."

"Well in case you haven't noticed, Quinn. I already have cheated. Or, did we not just kiss twice?" She says it devilishly, with a twinkling smirk in her eyes. Oh God, she's going to be the death of me.

"True. But it's not right for you to keep kissing me. You have to either call it off with him or…or we can't be together." I cringe, my heart seeming to break all over again. She has no idea how painful it is for me to say it, but I know I have to. "For as much as I love you, that's as much I want you to be happy. And if you're happy with Finn, then great. If you're not, that's even better. But I'm not going to steal you away from him. I've learned that through all of this glee club drama: Stealing boyfriends slash girlfriends doesn't result in anything good."

She sheepishly nods. That's for sure. Everyone one of us glee clubers have, at one point or another, cheated on him, stole her guy, blah, blah, blah.

"That is quite a valid point, Quinn and, as such, I plan to break up with Finn tomorrow."

Wow. I wasn't expecting that.

"A-are you sure?"

"Are you?" she counters. I nod quickly, like a child would when offered a cookie. She grins at my innocence and I'm tempted to lean in and kiss her again.

"You can, you know," she whispers, knowing exactly what I want.

I want to. I really want to. But…I can't. "Rachel. I can't. I'm sorry. Not until tomorrow, when you're officially broken up with Finn. For now, it's still cheating."

Rachel sits, stunned, as if her ears are deceiving her. "Wow," she finally says, "you're such an amazing person, you know that?"

"I wouldn't call myself amazing, Rachel. That's you."

She quickly waves the comment away, as if it's one of the most ridiculous things she's ever heard. "Quinn. I'm talented. Sure, there's no denying that. But you…you're kind. You think about others feelings."

I laugh internally at her confidence. My smile fades though when I realize the other thing she said. "You really think I'm kind?" I chuckle coldly. "Don't forget that not only a year ago I was the bitchy cheerleader slushying you, calling you names. I aided Puck in throwing Kurt in dumpsters. I'm not kind at all."

"Hey there," she says, tilting my chin up so our eyes are level. "You are one of the kindest people I know. Ever since you joined glee club you've been way more true to other people and yourself. You do care about other people, Quinn. Whether you're going to admit it or not, you've changed. Tomorrow, after this little conversation of ours, you could go back to being that cold-hearted cheerleader. But I'm nearly one hundred percent sure that's something you're not going to do. Am I correct?"

…Have I ever mentioned that it seems like she can read my mind?

"Y-yes. You're correct."

We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes when, out of the blue, Rachel pipes up.

"So…one more kiss? Pretty please with a gold star on top? It'd just be to tide me over to tomorrow, you know. Just to hold me out until the break-up tomorrow."

"Rachel," I playfully scold.

She huffs but relents. "Fine. Can I at least hug you?"

I laugh. "That I can do, Berry. That I can do."

I engulf her tiny frame into my arms. We stay like that for what feels like hours. I eventually pull back but don't let go of her. My right hand is intertwined with her left. My left is playing with a lose bunch of hairs falling from her beautiful, brown locks. She's right. I could go back to being a bitch to her and everyone else. But what she didn't say but I'm aware of is that she could run back to Finn and never come back to me. She could follow Miss Holiday's (no doubt) detailed advice and take the big loser's virginity. Except for some reason, some nagging thought in the back of my head is telling me that none of those things are going to happen. Because for me to have her, I have to hold up my end of the bargain. And for her to have me, she's got to do the same. And so no, I don't think either of us will be going anywhere soon at all.

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