Wow, thanks everyone that's been reading this fic. I mean, I only started it because I needed to write Quinn a different storyline, since they're making her all fucked up and crazy. I wanted to put into words all the potential I've always seen on her, but it's really great to see that you guys like this Quinn as well.

All mistakes are mine, keeping always in mind that English is not my natural language lol. So reviews are appreciated, suggestions, comments, whatever you guys want. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

The italic part is kind of Quinn's flashback/Quinn telling Rachel.

To say that I barely slept at all that night was no drama queen exaggeration, how could someone sleep when there was so much to think about, so many memories, in only two days, to go around over and over again. Quinn was making me restless, eager to discover day by day more about all that she's been hiding all those years, all that she felt the need to hide. I mean, I can't imagine how must have been growing up in a family that when you get pregnant the very first thing they do is kick you out of the house and of their lives; to say that I wanted to kick the Fabray's asses when I found out is the hugest understatement of my life. I can't imagine this happening to me, but the one thing I knew was that my fathers would have never kicked me out.

I was ready with my workout routine, my breakfast and my dads' one hour earlier than usual, so I decided to leave a note to my fathers and go to school, I mean, the earlier I'm there more chances to catch Quinn before classes, right? Also, if I walk again the more chances of Quinn giving me a ride, right? I went to my room and decided that going a little more nice-clothed would be to my benefit, and the idea came right to my mind: I grabbed the outfit that I used on that crazy Britney Spears week. The navy short skirt was definitely a must as well as the shoes, but I went against the high-knee-socks. I decided to use the fitting white shirt correctly this time with maybe just one open button more than needed, showing my green bra, and the navy cardigan. I straightened my hair pushing my bangs to the side and voilĂ , ready as one can be.

I walked into the parking lot at school and saw that parked already there were Noah's truck and another car, I searched around the place for him, because it was really odd that he was that early at school, and found him by the stairs of the entrance doors, but he wasn't alone, with him were Quinn and oh fuck, Shelby and Beth - I find relaxing to curse internally when I feel the need to. I hid behind the trees a few meters away from them, because...well I'm not sure why, but now I could hear them and they couldn't see me, but also I couldn't see Quinn who had her back turned to me.

"So, it's going to be what, like a week and you guys will be back, right?" - Puck was almost begging, like he desperately needed validation and I saw as Shelby smiled at him.

"Yes, Noah. One week tops and we'll be back from NY." - At that he nodded and opened his arms as Shelby willingly handed Beth to him. He bounced her a little and she giggled, he cooed at her.

"I'll see you soon, baby girl. Big daddy's gonna miss you, gimme a kiss." - At that he touched his nose lightly with Beth's and pressed gently making her giggle again. I smiled because, god, that boy would be such a great father and I just felt so proud of how much Noah had grown.

He kissed her cheek and handed Beth to Quinn, as soon as Quinn wrapped her arms around her the little girl started to cry, a hysterical cry and I saw as Quinn's back tensed immediately. She handed the girl back to Puck, who's eyes were wide open with shock and sadness, kissed that pinky cheek and whispered a 'I love you, Beth, see you soon', before she walked away quickly towards the bleachers, almost running. Both Noah and Shelby shouted at her, asking her to wait but she didn't even look back. I felt my own heart breaking as I watched Quinn running with tears streaming down her face, and my feet were right after her before I could even think about it. And, oh, what if she just needed to be alone? I felt myself stopping and then the next thought took over me, because, screw this, it had never stopped me before, I was going to be there for her. And what if she was going there to smoke? After that I walked as fast as one could without running.

I reached the final row on the bleachers and peaked through the corner. There she was, in the same dress and cardigan that she wore while singing "I Don't Want To Know" with Finn, but she wasn't alone, leaning against one of the pillars was Mack. Quinn was invading her personal space, talking hurriedly while the girl, dressed all in black, just nodded with a serious expression. Suddenly with one final nod Quinn launched herself at the girl, pressing her up against the surface and crashing their lips together. I was pretty sure my jaw was broken by how quickly it fell, because, really what the fuck was going on? I'd always imagined that Quinn must look really hot while making out - at least she did on my dreams - but I'd never really seen her giving her boyfriends anything more than a little peak - also the rumours were strong about how much of a prude she was -, but there she was, kissing another girl; actually trying to eat her face off would be more appropriate seeing how eager and forceful she was being. I had to admit that it was really hot as in like leaving anyone bothered kind of hot, but one thought was pushing itself to the front of my mind and taking over everything: since when did Quinn make out with girls? I didn't want to put any labels on her and of course, I had no problem with it seeing as my dads are gay and I consider myself to be bisexual, but hell when did that happen? Holy fucking shit, what did that mean to my ever growing crush on her? Did that mean I had a chance at something...anything? Or did she only made out with Mack? OH MY GOD were they dating? I only half snapped out of my thoughts as I caught movement and watched as Quinn tangled her hand on the girl's hair mashing their faces closer together, deepening even more the kiss, and the Skank girl grabbed Quinn's ass fully, pressing their bodies against each other, and it was just too much for me when I heard a low moan, not being really sure from who.

I was at my locker in less than three minutes and I still had at least half an hour before first period...with Quinn, damn it! I decided to wait already in the classroom, and took my usual sit. How am I supposed to act around her now? Should something change? How is someone supposed to act after having the hugest crush on a person for years knowing it would never happen and then suddenly it could very much happen? Not that it would, but then gender didn't seem like such an important thing anymore. At least I was being successful at keeping the image of them kissing out of my head. I was, until Quinn walked in the classroom, her lips a little red and her dress a bit messy - nothing that you could see if you weren't looking for it really - and I squirmed a little at my seat as I noticed that, damndamndamn, she was actually still using the nose ring, and the contrast between it and her blonde hair, her angelical face and the way she was dolly dressed was just so sinfully hot. She smiled at me and took her usual sit, right beside me. FUCK.

"Hey there. You weren't in your locker and it took me a minute to realize you should be already here." - How could she had gone from crying brokenly, to ravishing someone forcefully, to being this cheerful? This girl is going to drive me absolutely crazy. I didn't really trust my voice so I only nodded slightly at her never meeting her eyes. Her smile fell and her face scrunched in confusion, and god, could she please stop being cute? From hot, to cute, and back all over again...I can't really handle it. - "Rachel, is everything ok?" - I only nodded again, before fishing my notebook out of my bag and starting to write whatever came to my mind. It seemed to work because she got quiet and took her own notebook as our History teacher entered the room.

She tried to talk to me again in our next class - and why the hell did it all have to happen in the one day that I share all damn classes with her? - but after I only half-heartedly nodded or shaked my head as a reply to every question she stopped talking completely. I watched as she texted through most of our classes until lunch, and stormed out as soon as the bell rang.

I sighed and gathered my things slowly. It hurt me all the ignoring that I was doing, but really how was I supposed to talk to her without word-vomiting about everything. Before going to lunch I stopped at my locker to change my books, and suddenly I felt someone beside me and my locker was slammed...Santana. She didn't look angry, which was new, but she looked dead serious.

"Spill it, Berry." - Of course Quinn had talked to her, she must be all kinds of confused, ugh. I was so not talking about Quinn with Santana.

"I have no idea what you mean, Santana." - At that she scoffed.

"Please. Quinn is my girl she has always been and she'll always be, I know her like the back of my hand...or Brittany's hand. She's been trying so hard to get through all this fucking shit she had to bare and she would know if she had actually done something wrong, that's why she's only doing baby steps. And she is driving herself crazy, and me and Britts for that matter, trying to figure out what she did to upset you. So, spill, Berry, because I wants to know it now." - I stood shocked for a second because that was the biggest mix of good vocabulary, cursing and Santana kind of talk that I had ever heard. And then the damn wall crashed on my head: baby steps, this is what Quinn is baby stepping into that Santana hadn't have the chance to...and, oh my fucking christ.

"I-I, no I can't talk now, it's just, no, too much." - Some kind of panicked realization must have showed in my face, because Santana's eyes widened and she leaned a little closer.

"You-you know?" - She actually stuttered and it was almost as scary as all the thoughts that were around my head. I felt myself barely nodding. - "How did you..when? Ugh, stupid question, of course it was today. But, Berry why in the fucking hell are you avoiding her? I thought you were all cool with this shit.. you having two fathers and Kurt being your fairy godmother and all that jam." - It finally hit me what she was thinking. And I hissed at her.

"I am not homophobic, for fuck's sake." - Me cursing probably scared her more than anything else and I took it on my advantage, I couldn't do this, not now and certainly not with Santana. - "I just can't, right now. Just too much." - I turned to walk away, when I heard Santana's voice and she sounded disappointed and defeated.

"I always thought that as soon as she realized and accepted it and you realized she knew, you would make a move, finally do something. I think you're way more stupid than I ever thought, Berry." - I felt my eyes widening, my mouth hanging open and the panic burning inside. - "No, I never told Quinn or B, although I think Britt knew before me, she always does with this stuff. Quinn wasn't ready then and you weren't ready... damn, apparently you're still not." - At that she turned around and walked away. And I never thought I would agree with her, but Santana was right, I was not ready. Quinn was making out with girls, her best friends knew about my crush on her...was that aneurysm any closer? I could use it in that moment, because I was so not ready.

I tried to hide in the auditorium during lunch but well, nothing seemed to go the way I wanted lately. I heard as the door opened but no footsteps.

"I thought you'd be here when you didn't show up at our table." - I sighed in relief and turned to look at Noah. He was leaning against the doorframe and grinned when we made eye-contact. - "A lot to think about kind of day?" - He asked very softly and, god, how I wished I could have been in love with this boy. I only nodded as an answer and smiled weakly. His face scrunched in concern. - "Do you want me to stay here with you?" - He took a step inside but stopped as soon as I shook my head.

"No, thank you, Noah, I really have a lot to think." - He nodded, but before he could walk away I spoke again. - "But it would be really great if you could give me a hug." - He smiled brightly at me and ran down the steps towards where I was seated as I got up. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, leaning down to rest his head against my shoulder. Ugh, that was just so incredibly good and comfortable and I felt like I was inside of a bubble, me and my teddy bear. He gave me a long kiss in the cheek and then pulled away, he winked at me and walked his way back. - "Thank you, Noah." - He only turned around when he reached the door.

"Anytime, anywhere, Rach." - His smile was so sincere that it made me want to cry for the millionth time that day. - "Oh, by the way, you look really hot in that outfit, I missed it." - He winked before leaving me there laughing for the first time that day.

I didn't have to do much avoiding in our classes after lunch, because Quinn barely looked at me at all, although the hurt and confusion in her face were evident, at least to me. It broke my heart to see her like that again, it was almost like watching the Quinn that lost Prom Queen, or the Quinn under the bleachers. We had a free study period before glee club and as soon as the bell to our last class rang I ran out of the room and went to the auditorium right away. It was a very calm, inspiring place and well, not many people went there. Not in most normal days, anyway.

Barely a minute after I took a seat in the middle of the stage I heard footsteps entering the auditorium and I closed my eyes tightly: I just couldn't handle one more confrontation with Santana today.

"Hey." - It was soft, barely a whisper and I sighed: Brittany. It was better than Santana but still I just didn't want to talk about it. - "Puck told me you should be here."

"You should be in class right now, Brittany." - I opened my eyes to look at her and tried to be rude to make her go away but she had that innocent open look in her face, also with Quinn's words from yesterday still hanging in my mind I didn't want to hurt Brittany's feelings, so it came out as more of a defeated whisper.

"I know, Santana is taking notes for us so I could come here. Well, she does it all the time, really." - She smiled slightly and stared at me, her eyes roaming through my face as if she was trying to find something there, like she was trying to get something from me. - "I know you don't have a problem with gay people and all this stuff, so I don't really understand why you are avoiding and being all cold with Q. I mean I thought you would be happy to know that she's trying to be a unicorn too, since you're a bicorn like me." - I was aware of the whole unicorn speech that she gave to Kurt and couldn't help but smile at her adorableness. - "I mean you've been wanting her since sophomore year when we joined glee club, right?" - Just like that my smile was gone. Should I even try to say something, I doubted I would make any sense even to myself.

"Even before." - It came out more as a whisper, but she heard it and smiled at me before moving.

"You don't need to worry, I don't really think anyone else pays attention enough to have figured it out." - She smiled as she walked up the stage, and did that girl read minds, because she sure as hell was reading mine. "So, what's wrong?" - She asked softly as she sat by my side placing her hand on my knee and looked at me with such caring and worried eyes. I felt myself opening up to her before I even had a chance to try not to.

"I don't know how to act around her now. I mean, I'm just getting to know her, this Quinn, the real one. I know you've known her all the time, but I haven't. I only knew the HBIC Quinn, the girl who tortured me, who cheated, who got pregnant, although I knew she was more than that, I didn't know this side of her. I'm just learning about this amazing friend, this caring, sweet Quinn. I just can't completely trust her yet and now this is just..."

"Making your crush on her bigger than ever, right? And it scares you, it scares you to think what your feelings may be like now. You already had a crush on bitchy straight Quinn, but this could be totally different now with sweet-awesome-caring, lesbian Quinn" - I could only nod, because damn, was she right, I was scared out of my mind! Also, lesbian, okay, we had labels and Brittany was her friend they must have talked and she must know. And, oh god, I'm actually on the only right gender, oh fuck, fuck. I needed to change the subject a bit because I just couldn't.

"Britt, why haven't Santana told Quinn about it? I mean she could have made my life hell with this information." - At that she gave me a small knowing smile with a weird hint of sadness and Quinn was absolutely right again, any time Brittany had even a little hint of sadness she looked like a kicked puppy that you just want to cradle in your arms.

"I know everyone see Q and San fighting all the time at school and that everyone thinks that Santana is just a mean bitch, but she really cares about Quinn, like just as much as she cares about me and everyone knows she cares a lot about me. She knew that this could break Quinn all over again, bringing any other kind of trouble or questioning, even by your crush on her, would literally crush Q, so she never talked about it. They were always attacking each other inside these walls, trying to be more powerful than the other, but this things that really matter weren't touched, just like Q never used me and San against her; also they really always changed as soon as we were out of here, until last year when everything got way harder. I know you have an idea of how things were around Quinn's house with her parents and the stuff she went through, but you don't know how Santana's home is and you don't know how much she had and still has to struggle to accept herself. They both needed some sort of control in their lives, they needed to control something to feel like they were in charge of some part of their lives, that's what all the fighting around school was about and they really couldn't find a way to keep it separated inside and outside of school, so their friendship pretty much just went away. They never made me choose between them, because it would make me really sad, but they weren't the same anymore." - My eyes were glued to her, because god, this was the Brittany that very few people got to see, and was that sight breath-taking. Her eyes watered as she talked looking right at me, I took the hand that was still on my knee and held it tightly, she smiled weakly at me. - "I never had to try and have this control at school, because well, it didn't matter which one of them was on top, I was always protected. Neither Quinn nor San would ever let anyone be mean to me, they always took care of me, even when I didn't need them to." - A lonely tear fell down her face as she continued. - "I thought so many times about being in control instead of them, being the top one just so I could take care of them instead, just so I could protect them and make their lives a little easier. But no one would ever be scared of me enough, I mean no one in this school respects me like that, they only see me as the hot blonde dancer that is always following Quinn and Santana around. I could never protect them enough." - She looked down this time unlocking our eyes as she wiped away another tear. I squeezed her hand and she looked up at me smiling shyly and with watering eyes and god, that was such a sad sight that I felt my own eyes tearing up. - "That's why I got into this whole Senior Class President thing. I want to have some kind of power in here so they can relax a bit, now that they sorted their stuff out, now that we are like we were before. I knew that most people wouldn't take me seriously, but after my performance at the gym some girls came to talk to me and they looked like they actually kind of respected me for the first time. Q and S are working hard with me on my campaign and everyone knows that we are a package, so if I actually win they would be right out of people's meaning shouts and they could relax and be more themselves... You know, now that you're Quinn's friend and that I can finally befriend you like I always wanted to without S being all upset, we even may get people to leave you alone too." - She nudged me teasingly and smiled brightly trying to ease the mood. That girl was just too much, and she did just said she always wanted to be my friend. I felt a tear going down my face as I launched myself at her, hugging her tightly and a smiled appeared as soon as I felt her arms hugging me even more tightly. At that moment I decided that I would drop my Senior Class President campaign and focus on helping Brittany's, and I could just hope that Kurt would forgive me.

"Thank you, Brittany." - I said as soon as we pulled away and she kept my hands between hers. She nodded and smiled before saying.

"I only really told you all of that because I need you to understand that while it must be really hard for you, it is really way worse for Quinn. She'll be really broken if she loses your friendship now that she needs it the most and that she's working so hard to deserve it, especially if she believes that it was because she was being truly herself. And that's what she thinks right now if I know her well, and I know I do." - As the information sank in I felt myself starting to panic, because I couldn't make Quinn feel like that, I knew I was hurting her but this just no, unacceptable. Brittany squeezed my hands and I looked up at her smiling face. - "She is in the third floor girl's bathroom. Puck and San made sure of it, and also that you guys will have all the time you need to talk." - I hugged her again and almost ran out of the auditorium, but stopped as I reached the door when she talked again. - "Oh and the outfit choice? Totally hot, Rach, you look amazing. But I do miss the high-knee socks." - She grinned at me and she looked like a mix of cute and sexy and that aneurysm was definitely coming.

"Thank you so much, Britt. You're really awesome and I've always wanted to be your friend too." - She beamed at me and threw me a kiss before waving for me to get out. I smiled at her and ran out.

As I reached the third floor I spotted Noah just around a corner and he winked at me. I was so grateful and in such a rush to talk to Quinn that it didn't even cross my mind the idea of scolding him for skipping class. As I took a deep breath and entered the bathroom I wondered what was it about us and bathrooms, because really.

Quinn was leaning against a sink staring at herself in the mirror, and our eyes met as she looked through the mirror to see who had gotten in, and my heart clenched as I saw the reddening in her eyes. Eyes that widened in surprise for a second and narrowed with coldness the second after. I took a tentative step forward.

"Quinn..." - She turned abruptly and went right for the door but I took a longer step forward and held her wrist before she could get too close to the door. - "Don't, please." - She pulled her wrist free and fixed a cold glare at me, and I saw the HBIC Quinn, for just a second, before I saw all the hurt in her eyes.

"I thought this was the game that we were playing, Rachel. Don't you want to avoid me? I'm helping you out. I just never thought you would be the one to have a problem with this." - She took a step forward toward the door but I stepped in front of her looking up right at her icy red eyes.

"I'm not homophobic and I do not have a problem with whatever your preferences are, Quinn. I was just shocked and a little hurt that you didn't tell me." It was not the complete truth but was the best I could do in that moment.

"Why would I? For you to react like this?"

"Quinn, you have to understand, you and I spent the majority of our high school lives fighting over stupid overappreciated boys, it was a shock for me and I needed some time to think about it, before talking to you." - I knew I was practically pleading with her, but as I watched her eyes softening I didn't really care. She took a step back, and I sighed in relief because at least I got her to stay and talk to me.

"Stupid overappreciated boys?" - She asked with a grin and an arched eyebrow that was always way too sexy. I only nodded and murmured a 'totally'. Her grin disappeared after a second as she struggled to say something. - "How did you...find out? When?" - Her eyes were locked in the floor and she was playing with her own fingers, what I'd found out during all those years meant she was as nervous as one can be, it was such an adorable sight.

"I was at school pretty early today." - At that her eyes snapped up at me and she locked our eyes. I swayed a little in my feet, because those eyes staring at me like that would always make me a nervous wreck. - "I saw what happened to Beth and when you went to the bleachers I thought...I don't know, that maybe you'd gone there to smoke or something like that, and I wanted to be there for you. But then I..."

"You saw me and Mack." - She was nodding lightly, processing everything, and suddenly she let out a low chuckle. - "Yeah, that was probably not a nice way of discovering all of that, sorry." - She rubbed her neck and looked at me through her eyelashes shyly. I almost sobbed in relief because there was my Quinn again. She grinned knowingly before continuing. "I haven't smoke for a long while, Rachel, actually you saw me smoking my last cigarette. And I only really smoked that one because it was a really hard day and Mack wasn't around. I stopped smoking for the benefit of making out, is just as relaxing and way healthier." - I cringed visibly and involuntarily at that piece of information and Quinn's eyes hardened again. - "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I apologize." - I sighed, because that was so not the problem, it was the images of them making out that popped into my head and made me feel like such a pervert for enjoying them.

"Quinn, one more time, I have absolute no problem with whoever you decide you want to make out with. You are well aware that I have two fathers that I love very much and you'll find out that I see one's sexuality as a very volatile subject and that I believe a person feels attracted to or falls in love with another person, not with a gender." - She looked at me with a blank expression, and then suddenly her eyes widened and she mouthed an 'oh'. Yep, there it is, acknowledgment. - "Yes, right, oh. People that only ever fall in love with people of the same gender are socially labeled as homosexuals; people that had ever only fell in love with people of the other gender are labeled as heterosexuals, that is until they fall for someone of the other gender or of the same gender, respectively, and then they're not that homosexual or heterosexual anymore." - I shrugged because really that was the way I've learned to see things, not that my fathers had putted it like that to me, but I learned it from pure experience. I had only been attracted to boys until Quinn transferred here, and after that I happened to notice girls a lot more, but none of them had my attention like she did. She had a light grin on her face but I needed to be sure that she understood me. - "So are we on the same level of understanding?" - Her smile widened as she nodded to me. Okay, next torturing subject. - "Good, so...are you two like dating?" - She gasped before laughing out loud.

"Me and Mack? Oh god, no way. We would have killed each other by now." - I kept staring at her and her laugh died slowly as she realized that I clearly expected her to keep talking. - "We got some sort of mutual understanding. Anytime that things get too rough or that we have a day of hell we turn to each other, so we don't do anything completely stupid instead."

"So instead of assaulting a bank or killing someone you two use that energy on making out?" - She chuckled while nodding. And as much as the thought of her turning to that girl hurt me, that was definitely a way healthier form of dealing with everything.

"Yup, we are some sort of each other's escape from the world. It's nice and it works out. It's possibly the reason that I got to keep so calm and collected lately." - That was actually not as bad as it could be, they could be in a serious relationship and Quinn would have been unavailable again. Not that it hurt any less thinking about Quinn kissing another woman, or worst knowing how it looks like, but they were only, for the lack of better words, using each other while they didn't have a person they cared about to spend that energy on. But the biggest question, the question that really mattered regarding Quinn's feelings and not mine, was just on the tip of my tongue desperately trying to get out, and I wanted to let it, I needed to know. She watched me as I struggled with my words, and nodded as if letting me know it was okay to ask.

"How did you...when did you find out that you were gay?" - Her eyes were clouded for a second, and fine maybe with my large vocabulary I could have worded it better, but I was seeking information, I needed it.

"It's really a long story, like really long, we can talk later if you want because we may miss glee club if we stay here." - Before I could deny her both our phones biped with text messages. She got hers quickly and laughed as she read it, at my questioning look she read it out loud. - "Bitch, you better not be worrying about glee instead of talking all your shit through. We are covering for both of you." - She didn't have to tell who it was because really, Santana much? I quickly took a look at mine, and narrowed my eyes because, Brittany? "Use your time, ask everything u wanna know. Be a hottie lucky ducky. xx" - I felt the smile breaking into my face, and oh god I felt like hugging the life out of that girl, I was pretty much in love with her too by now.

"So I guess that's a no for your question. Plus, bathrooms seem to be kind of our thing." - A huge smile formed in her face as she nodded her agreement.

"Okay, so hm...I guess it was in the beginning of summer. Do you remember that glee party that Puck threw in like in the end of the first month?" - I nodded because of course I remembered, it was the first party that Britt, Quinn and Santana had come together in a long while and they looked as amazing as ever. I believe I did spend the whole party trying not to stare at Quinn and pay attention to what Finn was saying, no need to say that I failed incredibly, especially because of the show that the three girls had made that day; it was also the last time Quinn had joined us during the summer. Quinn sighed heavily and slipped down the wall taking a seat in the bathroom floor and motioning for me to do the same before she started.

"After everything that went down in NY Santana and I sorted our stuff out like I told you, and the three of us pretty much spent that whole month together, it was really easy getting back to the intimacy and routine that we always had. I knew that I always like checked other girls bodies out and all of that, but I just never let myself acknowledge the fact that it wasn't just to compare our bodies and conclude that I was hotter. Since we weren't close at all last year, I haven't seen Santana's...improved boobs yet, and that night while we were getting dressed together it just got to me, I believe I did spend a lot of time staring at them until I felt S and B watching me and I tried to not pay much attention to them for the rest of our changing time, but really, you have seen them, it was almost impossible and I was already feeling really frustrated with myself, so I told them that that night I wanted to drink, really drink and Britt, as the designated driver assured me she would be attached to me all night to make sure nothing happened; I still get kind of a bad feeling about being too drunk around people." - I blinked several times because I wasn't expecting such a truthful version of her story, but I sure was ready to hear about it. Quinn now had a distant look in her eyes as she kept talking.

We were the last one's to get to the party, because of course we had to make a impression, like always, and it felt good walking in like that with them, I'd really missed it. Puck opened the door with a tray with two shots in it.

"Ladies, we were just waiting for you." - He grinned and weirdly enough I didn't feel an urge to punch him in the face. - "Designated driver, whoever it is, there's plenty of water, juice and soda in the kitchen." - Britt walked past him and gave him a kiss in the cheek while Santana and I took our shots and made a little toast before downing it. We entered his house and went right away to the bar getting our drinks before going to talk with the rest of the glee kids.

Barely thirty minutes later I was in the middle of the room drunkenly free and dancing with Brittany, or grinding on Brittany, however you want to put it. The way her smooth long legs were exposed by her godly sinful short shorts was too tempting to me and as she pressed behind me grinding our bodies together I couldn't stop my hands from wandering through her legs. In my drunk daze I barely felt concerned about how hot and bothered the dancing made me feel, and I sent it all to hell as I saw that no one was really paying any attention to the way we were dancing. Or that not one head turned when Santana joined us in our dancing. She quickly turned me around and pressed herself at my back, sandwiching me between her and B. My face was pretty much pressed between Britt's boobs, as her heels were damn freaky high, and I slightly chastised myself for thinking how damn great they were, until Santana started grinding behind me making me grind on Brittany and it felt like freaking heaven and it was also a really turn on that I could feel all of that without having to bare a damn buldge poking me somewhere. But, of course, with the great pretending nothing is ever wrong ways that I used to work with I didn't let that though faze me. My mind was completely not running my body as I found one of my hands gripping B's hip and bringing her body closer as the other one was squeezing Santana's exposed leg by the lenght of her always short tight dress. After the ridiculous hard year I've had I just wanted to have fun with my girls, and I was definitely having fun.

We spent like the whole party in the middle of the room, dancing and Brittany was right to her word and kept herself attached to me, like all the time were our bodies touching just like Santana's and mine. I barely talked to any of the other glee kids that night and there was not a second that I had no drink in my hand, until Santana told me it was time to sober up before we went to B's house. An hour later we decided to leave and I felt incredibly sober even though I had my arms around Santana's waist and we walked hugging each other. Puck walked us to the door and asked more than once if they were sure I was okay, and I actually felt a quick flash of affection toward him.

During the quick drive Santana sat at the back with me since I hadn't detached myself from her and the three of us kind of sang-screamed to the random old song playing on the radio until Britt parked at her house. Britt joined our hug as soon as she got out of the car and we pressed tightly against each other to accomplish the task of walking through her front door at the same time. We reached the bottom of her stairs and I saw as they shared a quick look and Santana detached herself from us and took a step back as Brittany wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed our bodies together.

"You were really fun tonight, Q. I was happy to see you being so free." - She smiled at me and my half-drunk self jumped a little on her feet for making B happy. - "Me and San think is time for us to help you so you can be free like that all the time." - She had a serious expression on her face as she leaned toward me and pressed her forehead against mine and I could feel her breath against my lips and it made my knees buckle but her arms held me tighter.

"Br-ritt, what are you doing, Santana is right there and I'm not...not into this." - She pressed her lips on my cheek and I felt her lips curving slightly, before I felt her breath on my ear and my body warming up.

"San and I are on the same page about this. And really, Q? Because the way you're getting all hot and I can feel you shivering and your body responding to my touch say otherwise." - She pressed her hand to the curve of my lower back under my shirt and I kinda lost my breath. - "Like that." - She whispered and suddenly her lips were on mine and she was so soft and careful and it felt and tasted like anything had before. Until it got better as her lips started to move and she sucked lightly on my bottom lip making me moan softly and grab her neck so our lips were pressed more tightly. There was no tongue, no intimate touches, but it was the most cared I've felt for too long and...really, I just felt really great, and not on edge of running away as I felt with every boyfriend I've ever had, except Sam maybe, because he was really gentle and respectful.

And then her lips weren't there anymore and I opened my eyes and saw Brittany's smiling face and everything went to hell, what the fuck was I doing? What the hell was I feeling? That was Brittany, I couldn't feel all of those things, it was wrong, just plainly wrong and I took a step back from her.

"You shouldn't have done that Brittany, it's wrong. You know I don't care if you guys love each other or whatever, but I'm not gay. You shouldn't have done that." - I saw as her smile fell and I turned to look at Santana as she scoffed and took a step forward.

"Please. You were melting at Brittany's touch, Quinn. Tell me it didn't feel completely different, like a big good breath after being under the water for way too long?" - I didn't answered because it was exactly like it had felt, like the first time I could actually breath in a long while. - "We saw the way you were staring at us while we were dressing, we've always seen it, because we always did the same thing. Or the way that after you realized that no one was watching us dancing with any special interest you started to squeeze my thigh more tightly or grip B's hip more forcefully, because, yeah, that's what I've always done in parties." - She took a big sigh and I felt like there was more coming and I didn't want to hear it, I didn't want to think about it, about what all of that meant, about all that I'd tried to pretend didn't exist for so long. - "Baby girl..." - It's been so long since she had call me that, and I actually melted in my place, because that wasn't bitch Santana trying to screw my life further, that was my Santana, looking out for me, taking care of me. - "It's about time you accept it, Q. Or at least acknowledge it, to be honest I need you to, B needs you to, because we want you back, the real you, our Quinn." - She took two more steps forward invading my personal space as I unconsciously took one back and I could feel the wall behind me. She smiled sadly and reached out one hand cupping my cheek and caressing it with her thumb and I closed my eyes, because it's been so long since I've felt like someone cared, like someone loved me, and there she was, showing that all she wanted was to help me. - "Let us help you, baby girl. Let us show you and try to make sense of what you must feel, make sense of what you've been ignoring." - I didn't want to, not really, because the same thought always crossed my mind: I couldn't be gay, after all that I've already been through, this was something that I couldn't deal with by myself, that I didn't want to. And I realized that I didn't have to, they were there, my best friends were there, wanting to help, begging me to let them help me, so I simply nodded numbly and I heard Brittany's sigh of relief.

Before I could even thought about what I had agreed on Santana launched herself at me, literally, her body crashed against mine as her hands gripped my sides forcefully and her lips captured mine in an already opened kiss. It was so different from Brittany's kiss, it was everything but gentle and I didn't feel like melting at her touch, but I felt a urgent need to touch her, to push her just as forcefully, and I did what I've never really done before: I met her forceful kiss with one of mine, tangling my hand in her hair, deepening the kiss. I felt her tongue against mine, caressing, pushing, until she sucked my tongue into her mouth and I moaned loudly. I felt her smirk against my mouth as she put a hand on my ribs pushing me against the wall, pressing her hips firmly against mine while pushing her hand under my top and caressing my stomach. I could actually feel myself getting wet, which had never really happened before while making out with any boy, and I rolled my hips against hers as her other hand hovered over my ass. Suddenly her body wasn't there anymore and at that cold feeling I felt myself shiver - I hadn't really realized how hot I was.

We were both out of breath, trying to take quick deep breaths, our eyes locked as Santana watched me carefully. We both turned to look at B as she finally spoke, out of breath as well.

"Oh, that was like hot. Really hot. San, we'll need to take a shower together." - It was a simply statement, nothing that I've never heard before. But it finally hit me, they were right, they were completely right, and my life was so screwed, again. I wanted that feeling of melting into Brittany's tender touch, I wanted that hot feeling from touching Santana forcefully and being touched the same in return. And no, it wasn't about them, Brittany and Santana - that part actually kind of freaked me out -, it was because they were girls, they were hot girls and my whole body felt really great about the way they touched it. And my head finally understood it, it finally made sense why I've never felt any urge with boys, I didn't feel like touching them, like letting them touch me, it was nothing exactly wrong with me, the problem was them, was the lack of appealing that they had to me. I fell to the floor sobbing, shaking, and in less than a second they were on the floor with me, one on each side, hugging me, rubbing my arms soothingly, assuring me it would all be okay.

The morning after I left while they were still asleep and ignored them for the whole week, their calls, texts, every time they came to my house. I spent all the time in my room, I didn't eat, shower, I was in bed all the time trying to think of a way to handle all this new information about myself, until I decided I needed a different environment to deal with this, so I went after Mack and started hanging out with her and the other girls. They didn't judge, they didn't care about me or whatever I was going through and Mack was a lesbian herself, it was all winning for me.

At the end Quinn was staring at her hands folded in her lap and I couldn't blame her, because I was sure my mouth was hanging open since the beginning. I didn't expect such a truthful and detailed explanation, and I had no idea what I was supposed to say now.

"I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable the amount of details, I seem to speak more than I should whenever I'm talking to you." - I put a hand on her knee and as she looked up at me I smiled at her, because it felt so incredibly good to know that she felt like she could be completely honest with me.

"It's really fine, Quinn. I like the thought that you feel so comfortable with me, besides I asked for it. And I feel a weird urge to find Brittany and Santana and hug the life out of them for being such wonderful friends." - She smiled at me voicing her agreement. - "When did you stop avoiding them?" - She rubbed her neck and I could feel a embarrassing detail coming.

"Hm, they kind of caught Mack and I making out in the first day of school. They thought I was mad at them for the whole kissing and pushing my feelings thing, but I just needed a break. Santana yelled a lot, Britt hugged me a lot, and everything was fine again. All the talking that I had done in that one month with Santana had helped me a lot to not freak out so much, and we still talk now, because she needs it and I need it." - I nodded at her, because there were too many thoughts running through my mind for me to be verbally active, but one was winning.

"So, does someone else knows about it?" - She thought for a second and suddenly laughed amused.

"I just realized how ridiculous it'll sound, because before you I hadn't thought about how many people had caught us making out, but it's actually pretty much everyone that knows." - She laughed again before continuing. - "Mike came looking for me one day and we almost scared him for life, I think. He knows about Britt and San too, now. Which I think pretty much means that Tina knows it too, but she was nice enough to never mention it." - Tina again being always discreet, that girl was amazing. And as I imagined Mike's reaction I almost rolled in the floor laughing. Quinn kept smiling at me amused, and my laughed stopped abruptly. There was one more question, it was not really relevant, but I was dying of curiosity about it.

"I have one more question, but I swear it's the last one." - She arched an eyebrow at me, silently telling me that she didn't really believe me, but nodded anyway. - "How did the whole Mack thing happened? Because you said you went after her, which must mean you already knew her." - She sighed deeply without taking her eyes off me.

"Why do you always ask questions that for me to answer them I have to talk to no end?" - She made a mock angry face at me and I chuckled.

"I like to hear you talking" - I shrugged and she smiled at me, shifting on the floor as if getting ready for another long story and I did the same.

"So I'll probably erase any badgirl image that you must have about her, but whatever. Mack's nickname has nothing to do with making out with truckers, she's not into it, or them. Also I imagine you already realized I didn't date that forty year old skateboarder? Anyways, do you remember the Mackenzie family?" - The whole skateboarder thing hadn't crossed my mind, but now though I was really happy that Quinn decided to clear that up as well. But, the Mackenzie family, who in Ohio didn't know them?

"Only the richest family in town? They pretty much own everything around this side of Ohio, don't they? Hold on, the ridiculously huge house in front of yours is still theirs even if they did move out of here, right?" - She just nodded once, so sure, of course I knew them but what was her point.

"Exactly, them. So, as soon as we moved here Russel made sure that we interacted with the 'right people', and he made sure to befriend the Mackenzie family. Their daughter was the same age as I was, so we kind of bonded by being the only children in all the dinners, and she was actually a really nice, smart kid. We ended up growing apart when high school started, since I joined the Cheerios and all, but we still talked, she was really supportive through my pregnancy even if her parents had told her to be away from me." - I was sure my eyes must had been almost popping out of my head, because, Quinn couldn't be saying what I thought she was saying. - "So, in the beginning of last year, her parents caught her making out with a girl in her room, and you can imagine if they were Russel's friends how religious they were, and they freaked out, her father hit her, screamed at her and threw things at her, saying she had to stay in her room while they decided what they would do. Obviously the whole neighborhood heard the screaming and knew what had happened, so her parents left to the other side of Ohio. They abandoned her, and left her to live alone in the house. Her mother still pays for everything for the house and sends her some money, but they just left her. Shortly after that The Skanks was formed and they hanged out by her house every day, all day, mostly the reason why we had lost contact last year. But it was really easy for me to find my way into it and Mack was happy to have me around again." - Damn, were all the Skanks just girls who's parents had fucked up their lives? And again, what's wrong with this generation of parents and their issue with abandoning their children? She must have understood the look in my face as she smiled sadly. - "Such a messed up kind of not-couple, huh? But that's why it's been working for us. The first time we hooked up we were drunk out of our minds at her house, the second one was after the first time I saw Russel around town again, and after that it just kept happening when needed and it became a silent agreement." - She shrugged to show that she was ready explaining. And I didn't know from where exactly that was coming, but I felt I whole new rush of pride and affection towards Quinn.

"It actually does sound like something that would be very beneficial to both of you. I'm really happy that if you had to go through all this, that you had someone with you that knew how you felt." - I smiled tentatively at her. I didn't want to push her, I was still not sure how she would react after so much stress talk, so I extended my hand waiting for her to take it. She smiled sweetly at me and took my hand intertwining our fingers and I tugged at her hand, pulling her forward into a hug. Our hands remained locked as our other arms slipped around each others waists. I sighed happily in her arms as she squeezed me a little. Then with a loud knock on the door came a tentative voice.

"You guys didn't like, kill each other right? Because really Q, I would help you of course, but it would be a pain to hide Berry's body." - I pulled away from her and smiled amused as Quinn went to answer Santana, but Brittany spoke first.

"You're not naked right? Because we can wait if you are." - I felt my face getting hot and I knew I was blushing furiously, probably just as much as Quinn was. She gave me a sorry smile and I only shook my head, because I would have to get used to Brittany's blatant way to say things.

"We're just fine guys, thanks. We are almost ready, we'll meet you in the parking lot." - There was silence in the other side of the door, no talking, no movement, and then Quinn rolled her eyes and poked me indicating the door. - "They want to make sure you are alive, say something." - I chuckled at that, because, I could get used to their dynamics, really.

"Meet you guys in five." - I said as cheerfully as I could. And I heard Santana scoffing and murmuring 'ugh, she's just fine' before there was only silence again.

"So, there's just one last thing that we need to discuss really quick." - I narrowed my eyes, because I think it was the first time that Quinn was bringing anything for us to discuss, and it was kinda freaking me out. - "I know you said that you don't care and all that, but if you don't want me to sleepover tomorrow night, it's totally fine, I totally get it." - Was she like being serious? Quinn was still just stupid as she was before. I only rolled my eyes at her.

"It does not even deserves an answer, I'm picking you up at nine. Let's go, they are waiting." - I walked toward the door, but she stopped me with a hand on my wrist. She was smiling shyly again, and I melted at my place, I would become a puddle until the end of the year.

"Thanks, Rach. For being so amazing and understanding with me." - I beamed at her and went to walk again, but she pulled at my wrist and gave me a long sweet kiss in cheek, and maybe being a puddle wasn't so far away. She then walked, taking my hand and pulling me with her through the hallways. - "San is giving me a ride home, we can take you home too... by the way, really nice outfit." - She said suggestively and winked at me, and there was nice-confident-flirty Quinn again, I could get used to that as well.

"Why, thank you Ms. Fabray. I'm happy to see that you took my advice and kept the nose ring, it's a very appealing touch to your face." - It was my turn to look at her knowingly and she chuckled bumping our hips.

She didn't let go of my hand until we reached Santana's car. I saw as Britt and Santana trade a look, but said nothing as we got into the car. As soon as we were seated Quinn took my hand again and as Brittany started telling some random story about her mailman I rested my head on Quinn's shoulder. I caught Santana's eyes in the rear-view mirror and she smiled warmly at me. I felt light and just plainly happy, it was such a nice ending for such a shitty day and an amazing start to something I've been looking for since ever.