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She knew it wasn't her fault. She was born to be who she was and as cliche at it may sound, she was made like that for a reason. The thing is? She doesn't know what the reason is, and whatever that reason was didn't stop those kids from making fun of her. She was Lucy Caboosey, and to everyone, she was a plague that was to be avoided.

Quinn POV

Rachel Berry. Rachel BERRY? RACHEL BERRY? Why Rachel Berry?

I looked back at Santana and raised an eyebrow at her. "Man-hands? Really? That's the best you can think of, San?"

"Look Q, she's the best person you can to talk to. I mean, humiliated all the time, laughed at, different, and bullied. Isn't that you too? Why don't you talk to her, find out her views on all these?" She started to make sense, actually. "Think about it. Ask her what she would do in say, 10 years. When she's a successful Broadway star...Would she go back here and show us Lima Losers that she actually got somewhere and that all our criticisms made her better? Or would she stay in her own bubble, pretending we never existed? She's the best you've got, and if you don't want to talk to her, then I'm afraid I can't help you any more than that."

I knew she was right, and what more can I do? I honestly cannot top that idea right now. What would she say? What would she do? Would she even help me considering the past that we have? I mean, what I'm trying to go back to is a past where I was her, and they were me.

"Would she even give me the time, San? We made her life miserable for the past 2 years. One sorry cannot change it.."

"You won't know until you do something about it, Quinn. And by the way, we never talked about Rachel being successful. EVER." With that, she winked, stood up, threw her trash away and walked towards the cafeteria doors, to find Brittany, maybe.

It was during Glee that I took the chance to approach Rachel. Mr. Schue was giving us instructions on a new assignment and since as usual, no one was listening, I tapped her on the shoulder, seeing as she was seated right beside me.

"Yes Quinn? I hope this is important because we are currently in the middle of a very important discussion about a Glee assignment and if I fail to give my all here, it might destroy my future. And I certainly won't forget that it was you who caused that very unfortunate situation, if ever."

"Wow. I tap you on the shoulder and that is what I get?" I asked, rolling my eyes. I didn't give her the chance to answer and continued on to what I really wanted to tell her. "So, uh, can you help me with something? I kinda need your advice. Maybe after Glee?"

"Well if this is anything about your singing, then I am happy to help! I suggest we make use of my soundproofed room while practicing, in order to avoid disturbing anyone?"

"First of all, I am happy with my singing, thank you very much." I said, a little annoyed. "Second, it's not Glee related, but I think you're the only one who could ever help me with this."

She gave me that big smile of hers and said "Alright. I'd still be happy to help! Keep in mind though that I cannot help you until after Glee rehearsals because I think it is important to-"

I cut her off before she even tried putting in another word. "Yeah, yeah. I get it."

She tried getting another word in before I stopped her again!

"UH-UH! No. Go turn around now, Berry. I wouldn't wanna cause you your future." I said, rolling my eyes at her. She huffed and rolled her eyes, before finally turning back around to listen to Mr. Schue who looks like he didn't even notice us talking.

After Glee Club, I stayed back in the Choir room with Rachel, telling Finn that I will try to get a ride with Santana instead. He looked confused but agreed anyway, giving me a kiss and walking out the door. I got weird looks from some of the other club members, but Santana was quick to get them moving.

"There's nothing to see here. Rachel won't die. Just go!" Santana said to random people who dared looking back at us.

"Anything wrong, girls?" Mr. Schue asked. I forgot he was here.

"Oh nothing Mr. Schuester, Quinn needed help with something and she has sought my help. As far as I am concerned, it's nothing Glee related, but I will make sure she gets additional training soon. Don't worry about it." What the hell. Sometimes I question my sanity. This is one of those moments. Why did I even think this was going to be easy?

"But I have no problem with Quinn's vo-" This was going to take forever! I decided to cut him off.

"Thank You, Mr. Schue. We'll be fine. Don't worry. Can we talk in here for a few minutes though? 30 minutes, tops." With that, he nodded and went out of the room, probably off to flirt with Ms. Pillsbury or maybe have another shouting match with Coach Sylvester.

"So Quinn, what did you want to talk about? I am sure this is something big. I mean, you never even want to breathe the air I breathe.."

"Can you just please listen to me?" I asked her, getting a little annoyed. "I don't want your help but I need it. Let's not make this any harder than it already is."

She looked a little hurt when I said that and I felt a little guilty. I mean, that little comparison Santana gave me made me see her a little differently. I pushed the guilt to the back of my mind and decided this conversation this needed to be ended as soon as possible.

With my voice a little shaky, I asked her, " I know you told me you don't hate me, but I am going to ask you again. Do you hate me, Berry?"

"Well Quinn, I certainly don't hate you."

"But let's say, in 10 years. We're all done with college, and you star in your first Broadway project..."

"Well Quinn, I honestly don't think it will take me 10 years to get my first Broadway role, you know?" She interrupted.

"Fine. Let's say in 10 years, you're a successful Broadway performer, you have everything you could ever want, but all the bullying you went through here still haunts you because we never fixed whatever problem we had during High School..." she looks at me, most probably wondering where I was getting to."Will it be worth it if you go back here to actually face all of us who tormented you again and I don't know, maybe try proving us that we were never above you, and maybe making friends with us in the process? Or would you rather spend the rest of your life pretending this never happened and maybe living your new life without the closure that you know you need?"

I sat there for a couple of minutes but my question was left unanswered anyway because she threw a question at me instead.

"If you were me, would even try making friends with yourself after everything? I know what this is about, and no one can answer your question but you. Do you think they are worth your time, Quinn? You know what my answer would be. Stop looking for the answer here" she pointed to her head "and start looking here." and then pointed at her heart. "Thank You for considering me as one of the people who can help you, Quinn."

With that, she gave me a small smile, a squeeze on the shoulder and left.

I sat there for a few more minutes, letting everything Rachel has told me to sink in before finally walking to the parking lot. I was expecting to see Santana with Brittany there waiting for me, but instead I saw Finn leaning on the side of his truck with the confused look that I loved on his face.

I gave him a small smile before he held my hand to help me up his truck. Once he was settled in the truck he looked at me and told me, "Santana told me to tell you that she decided to leave you instead. She said she didn't want to get bored waiting for you and ordered me to wait for you instead."

I giggled at him and shook my head slightly. It was something Santana would do. Finn started driving and at the first stop light, he looked at me smiling with a raised eyebrow, as if waiting for me to explain what happened in the choir room.

"What?" I asked, a smile starting to form on my face.

"Nothing." He said, chuckling a little.

It made me happy to see that he trusted me enough to wait for me to tell him what was going on before bombarding me with questions. It made me happier to know that he knew I wasn't ready to talk about it yet, so he left it alone. It gave me another reason to love him more.

When the light turned green, he started driving before he held my hand in between us. He looked at me again with a small smile, and I smiled in return. It was the perfect way to end an emotionally draining day, and I was glad he was here with me.

Hey guys! Characters are a bit OOC. I'm still easing into the personalities of the characters, so yeah. :) And ha! Faberry shippers, I know what you are thinking. That is nothing but an innocent invitation to practice their singing in a room. Nothing else. (Although I may have written it that way because I kinda ship Faberry too. HAHA).

The end was kind of random, sorry! I was asking myself wtf while writing that part too! Finn will know soon. Don't worry

And oh, I'd like to give a shout out to one of the readers of this story, Alybear! You're enthusiasm makes me so happy! Thank you for being super excited! I hope I don't fail your expectations!