A/N Thanks for following the story, I will try to update as much as I can :) I know this chapter is not up to par...I wrote it at work when I was bored... I also had an exam this weekend. But I promise the next part is already written and will be going up tomorrow. I am up for any suggestions anyone has, or ideas just pm me. :)

Santana Lopez sat in the airport. She had gotten her ticket to New York City. She had facebooked Kurt. Kurt had vowed not to open his mega gay mouth and tell anyone she was on her way. The conversation went something like this:

Santana: Kurt u there?

Kurt: Yes Santana…?

Santana: Good listen and listen good lady pants.

Kurt: cnt listen on fb

Santana: Shut it before I go all Lima Heights on you!

Kurt: Hmmm? Is something wrong? You seem so easily offended.

Santana: WELL I Need ur address…

Kurt: …

Kurt: Why?

Santana: I need a place to stay for thanksgiving, Man-hands and Juno were rude on the phone so I thought I'd ask you.

Kurt: I feel funny, like we should check with my roomie first. Let me ask her when she gets back. Her and Quinn are out.

Santana: No, I don't want them to know, they deserve the surprise. Please Kurt? Something happened and I need to get away for awhile.

Kurt: Santana, what happened? I know we were never friends but we were in glee together, talk to me.

Santana: Wait til I get there, what is the address.

Kurt: ******

Santana: Thanks Kurt, I'll see you soon xoxo

Kurt: Bye Santana…

Santana logged off after that. Now she sat in the airport, and was conversing with her stomach, or her baby? It was scary. The thought of a little life inside of her depending on her, even now. She had never missed Brittany more than at this moment. Brittany who had ended the skype call, poor, innocent Britt. Santana leaned her head back and rested it on her seat, she closed her eyes. In her minds eye she saw the tall blond dancing around. Her long legs leaping about under that short cheerios skirt. Her long blond hair out of it's pony tail and curled, flying around her face. Her laugh rang out across the room…

Santana sat up suddenly and snapped her eyes open. She could've swore she had heard that laugh for real. "Oh…" Santana looked around the room for a minute as if she could see Brittany in a corner just watching her (Britt dived behind Lydia at this point, covering her mouth, not meaning to laugh) and her eyes landed on a thin girl with spiky black hair, and all punked out. The girl was staring back at her with wide eyes and a shocked look on her face. Santana offered a flirtatious smile (it was in here genes, what do you expect?) and turned back around. She looked down at her ticket, one hour til her flight…and she closed her eyes again and let her thoughts surround her.

Rachel Berry sauntered into the bar and was greeted by a big bear hug from Brody… Rachel pulled away and said, "Hi Brody." Brody was very handsome, and very talented, but he was to into himself, and her dance teacher. Then Quinn walked into the bar, glancing around, and caught the handsome man's attention.

"Who's this?" Brody asked stepping forward, his eyes glued to the hazel eyed beauty in front of him. She looked like an actress to him and resembled all the beauty that could make him look good. Sure Rachel had the talent, and was equally as sexy, but she dumped him. Here was a good chance with a good looking girl.

"Brody, this is Quinn." Rachel said, she put a protective arm around Quinn and pulled her close. Quinn might have looked stunning, but Rachel knew Brody would break Quinn. Even if Quinn did look stunning in her baby doll white dress with cowboy boots. She looked like she stepped out of a magazine even in her church/chastity wear as she called it.

"Mmm. What a unique name, I don't recognize you, so I guess you don't go to NYADA? I would know if you did, on account of how beautiful you look." Brody said smoothly, he reached out a hand and put it on Quinn's shoulder, Quinn looked down at it and shifted away from him and Rachel both.

"No, I go to Yale, and you have no chance. I'm a lesbian. In fact I just became one because of your cheesiness, so back off. Even if I did convert back to men, you remind me to much of some one to even bother!" Quinn said. She sounded just like she did back in Mckinley when she was head cheerio. Rachel almost expected her to be a 16 year old girl again, sitting there in her cheerios uniform with her hands on her hips, her high pony tail extra high.

"Well okay, calm down, not everyone wants a piece of that, get over yourself." Brody hissed. He looked mad and offended. Quinn only rolled her eyes and walked away.

"Brody what is the matter with you?" Rachel hissed. Brody looked surprised to see the small diva looking so angry.

"Rachel calm down, what's wrong?"

"That girl isn't just a pretty face, you can't just hit on her like that and assume she is going to reciprocate, you jerk!" Rachel was livid, first he had ruined things with her first love Finn, and now her best friend?

"Look Rach, I am so sorry! I'll make it up to you both, you know how I am, I assumed she was straight…please don't be mad… Look, I'll talk to the people and maybe Quinn can sing a song? If she wants, with you, okay?" Brody put his hands up in defeat.

Rachel sighed, "Okay Brody.." That was the thing she liked about Brody, and the reason she ever had a crush on him. He did have a kind heart and did try to help out in times of need. He had helped her with her stubborn dance teacher many times, even if he was infatuated with the woman. He was still a good man.

But now a bigger issue faced her, where was Quinn Fabray? Quinn was in the bathroom. Staring at her reflection. Hating her pretty face, and thinking about Rachel. Rachel looked beautiful tonight in all black again, the outfit she wore suited her well. Rachel. Quinn had been thinking a lot about Rachel over at Yale. Every night she would wait for that green check mark so she could skype the diva and see that face. She talked about Rachel all the time. Quinn had feelings for Rachel. All along probably, Quinn wasn't sure…but it felt nice to admit it to herself at least.

Then Rachel walked in. She stood there and hazel eyes met brown, "Quinn, I am so sorry, are you okay? Brody says sorry too…" Rachel walked forward and Quinn turned around.

"I'm a lesbian Rachel. I hate it when men hit on me. I didn't mean to get so mad but all they see is my face…high school was so wrong, that uniform covered up who I really was…" Quinn whispered. She couldn't meet the brunettes eyes, but she felt two arms pull her into a warm hug.

"High school is so wrong for everyone Quinnie. I got tortured, and now I'm in a place where people finally understand my drive and focus, because they have it too. Quinn, by the time we graduated, you were so much better. Quinn, that uniform may have covered up who you were, but you wore it with pride, you were a cheerio, and a smart, beautiful young woman. Who cares if you're gay Q?" Rachel started stroking the long blond hair, her heels made her even height with Quinn Fabray.

"Rachel it isn't that simple… I treated you like a leper." Quinn choked out.

"I told everyone who your baby daddy was. I stole your boyfriend multiple times, Quinn, we were teenage girls acting on instinct and hormones, fighting to stay somewhat on top." Rachel murmured.

"So you don't care that I made your demise my ultimate goal because I hated you but lo…envied you all at once and then tried to ruin your birth mother's life?" Quinn asked in a rush, she looked at Rachel for a moment, batting her hazel eyes.

"No… I understand. What about that last part Q?" Rachel looked down at her.

"Oh Shelby, getting her arrested so I could have Beth back, she slept with Puck…" Quinn started sobbing again.

"Shhh, I remember now, that is no big deal Q, shhh…"

Quinn felt at home in Rachel's arms, she melted into them and thought about what it would be like if they were a couple, to be able to melt into these arms, kiss those lips, hold the small diva whenever. It would put her back on top, emotionally at least. Which is why Quinn said, "I am in love with a girl, and she doesn't want me, I have no idea how she feels!" Quinn played it up in the only way Quinn Fabray could, a mix of her actual feelings and that feminine wile she knew Berry could never resist.

"Quinn! Any girl would be lucky to have you!" Rachel declared angrily. "Trust me!"

Quinn pulled away from the hug and looked Rachel up and down slowly. Rachel felt a little tingle of something and was about to ask what Quinn was looking for when Quinn leaned in very close, there faces only inches apart and whispered, "It could ruin the friendship." Her breath smelled like mint, it mingled with the scent of her strawberry lipgloss. Quinn could have easily kissed the small diva, and she relished in the look on Berry's face of confusion. Quinn suddenly stood up straight, gave Rachel one last appreciative glance, the sauntered out of the restroom, that long blond mane shining in the light.

"Oh my…" Rachel breathed out, left in the wake of Quinn Fabray, the most beautiful girl at her old school, and perhaps the most beautiful girl she had ever met, in more ways than one. She shook her head of those thoughts entering her mind of Quinn Fabray in a compromising position and ran out of the bathroom after her cheerio.