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CHAPTER THREE – THE DAY RUSSEL FOUND OUT.

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When Rachel opened the door to her room and closed it lightly, Quinn almost gave a sigh of relief, because that meant the brunet believed she was already asleep even though it was a little early for the blonde to be at bed. So Quinn let herself relax when the diva took some closes from her closet and walked in the bathroom for her night ritual. She was almost truly sleeping when Rachel left the bathroom and took a sit in her side of the bed.

"I know you're awake."

Quinn almost had a fucking heart attack and kind of jumped from the mattress, so yeah, maybe she wasn't that good of an actress. Rachel sighed, seeming a little sad, that made the blond turn over to lie in her back and look at the tiny figure of her best friend.

"Why are you being like this?"

Rachel looked at Quinn with her big brown eyes that were filled with something Quinn could only guess was sadness and confusion. The blonde hated being the one causing the girl to feel any of those things.

"I'm sorry." It came out as barely a whisper, but Quinn knew Rachel heard her when the brunet let out another sigh.

"I don't know why you're apologizing and that's make me really mad at you."

"Why are you mad at me?"

"Because you're being distant and I know you're keeping something from me." Quinn gulped, Rachel always read her so well; she shouldn't be surprised.

"Why you'd think that?" Rachel lay down as well and looked at Quinn square in the eyes.

"Because I know you." She said it like it was the obvious answer, and it kind of was.

Quinn smiled, because Rachel was so damn beautiful, even more now with her hair spread in the pillow and her face without any makeup. Her eyes were so full of emotions, Quinn could be the best artist in the planet, but she wouldn't be able to draw it right, she was sure.

"Why are you smiling, silly?" Rachel asked, placing her hand in Quinn's, intertwining their fingers. Obviously the blonde couldn't really answer the question, so she just shrugged.

They stayed in silence for some moments and Rachel now had her eyes closed, but Quinn couldn't stop looking at her. Rachel placed both of their hands near her chest bellow her chin and Quinn couldn't help her line of thought or her mouth.

"Do you think Finn will make you happy?" Quinn almost slapped herself when Rachel opened her eyes and looked at her in confusion.

"I don't know… Maybe. Why?"

Quinn knew that Rachel was trying to read her; she was just praying the brunet would reach the wrong conclusion.

"I just want to make sure, you know." Rachel stayed a little longer trying to read Quinn, but kind of gave up. Or not, because Quinn knew Rachel never really give up.

"Worrier." Rachel smiled and pushed Quinn lightly in the shoulder, making Quinn return the smile.

"Always."

"Night, Quinnie."

"Night, Rach."

And just like that, Quinn knew she gained a little bit of time to put her act together and decide what she should tell Rachel. Because she knew the brunet would only let her odd behavior last for so long, so she should take advantage of that for now.

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Lima, Ohio. 2009.

"So you like her?"

"Yeah, I think I do."

"And you think is something with only her or girls in general?"

"I don't know, dad. I never really gave it a thought, because other people in general don't have a chance in my mind, because all I can think of is her."

Quinn looked to the horizon that was in front of her, the new scenario was refreshing to say the least. Her dad and she were in one of their annual fishing trip. Every year they tried to make Rachel come along but the brunet refuse "to participate in such horrendous activities such as fishing", her actual words. And this year Quinn couldn't be happier, because it gave her the time to talk to her dad about those feelings she had for the brunet.

"Right. And what about her? Do you think she could like you too?"

Russel was being very nice with the news. Not that Quinn thought he wouldn't, because well, he and Rachel's dads were really best friends, but she couldn't help to feel a bit nervous anyway.

"I don't think so." Quinn said with a sigh. That's no way Rachel would feel the same, because Quinn knew the girl wasn't into girls. The brunet was always talking about cute boys from her dance lessons.

"Do you think about talking to her? I'm sure she would take the news well and maybe you're wrong." Her father looked at her and she smiled at him, while he took some soda from de cooler they had brought with them and handed it to her.

"I don't know. What if it makes the things weird between us? She is my best friend. I really don't want to lose her." She said taking a big gulp from the can.

"I really don't think it's going to happen, Lucy. Rachel had the biggest heart I've ever know and she loves you and cares for yours friendship so much to let it happen, you have to know that." He smiled kindly to her and ruffled her hair. She hated when he did that, but she smiled this time, because he was right. Rachel would never do that. The problem was that Quinn was a coward and maybe would never get the guts to tell the brunet how she really felt.

"Thanks, daddy."

"That's alright, sweetie. I'm glad you confided me that. Oh, look, I think we got something!"

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I always wanted to make Russel a good guy, because he maybe was a prick in the show, but sometimes people exaggerate. I don't think he should be really this awful guy, so I hope you like my version of him. Take care. See you in the next chap!