A/N: Hey there! Glad you seemed to like the last chapter! This is sort of a short one, but the break is where I felt it should be :p In any case, my life is not my own this weekend so I won't promise any updates until Monday/Tuesday. With that said, I hope you enjoy and I hope you have a brilliant weekend.

And as ever – thank you so much for your reviews and alerts and favorites. It's really amazing to wake up to an inbox that's full of emails from here! Much love!

Disclaimer: Still don't own 'em! Wish I did. Don't own "Nothing really matters" either.

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Chapter 4 – Everything I Give You

Rachel sat by her nightstand, running a brush through her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't quite stop herself from thinking about the boy she'd met. She had even given him her e-mail address, but so far, her inbox was empty. Having watched numerous romantic comedies, she knew that there wouldn't be a reply immediately, because social etiquette required that one would have to wait a coupe of days, maybe even a week, before being contacted.

Still, she sighed. It would've been nice to have heard from him. Just something, anything really, to make sure she wasn't making it all up in her head. They had hardly talked, which was fairly unusual for the diva, but the way it felt when they were dancing... When they were just standing there, body against body, it felt like they were the only people in the room. It had felt like electricity shooting throughout her body when he ran his hands across her hips, when he breathed in her ear... Rachel chuckled to herself, she knew Kurt would berate her for fantasizing about a boy she'd only met two times.

Just then, she heard a familiar 'bong'. Turning her head to her laptop, she couldn't help but smile brilliantly as she saw a new message in her inbox, from a certain 'SkyeFitsHeaven'.

The tiny diva almost squealed with delight – he had enjoyed it too, he even wanted to see her again! She really wasn't making it all up in her head, it truly wasn't just an idea she had, she had proof now! Quickly she pulled out her bedazzled phone and started typing frantically.

Skye e-mailed me! - x R.

What does it say? - x K.

That he had a good time Friday and hopes to see me there next Friday too :) - x R.

Ooooooh I like the sound of that! :D So did you reply yet? – x K.

No, I was thinking about how I should word my reply. When I should send it too. I mean, is it acceptable to reply immediately, or should I follow the standard 'wait a bit' approach everyone seems to be following? - x R.

Only you, Rach. Only you ;) Do whatever you feel like! Now if you'll excuse me, Project Runway is back on. See you tomorrow! - x K.

Rachel chuckled softly to herself, then put her phone back down. She took in a deep breath and looked at her computer screen. Chewing on her lower lip, she typed up a reply fairly quickly and sent it off. The brunette nodded to herself, already looking forward to Friday, before standing up and getting ready to choose a ballad to practice before she'd go to bed.

To: SkyeFitsHeaven

From: BarbraBerryStar

Subject: Hey there. (2)

I can't wait. I'll see you Friday.

Rachel.

It was Friday and she'd managed to be decent ever since her realization. She hadn't called anyone any cruel names, she'd hadn't slushied anyone, hell, she'd hardly glared at anyone. It felt kinda okay to her, although she'd gotten a fair amount of strange looks and Kurt had almost had a heart attack, when she'd greeted him casually in passing.

No one had questioned her, no one had stood up to point out that the wicked witch seemed to be hibernating. Quinn supposed she had to thank Brittany for getting the latina suspended for a month. If the black-haired girl had been around, it would've been a whole other story. Quinn however, figured that with two weeks still to go of the latina's suspension, she could manage to try out being mellow instead of a bitch without fearing interference from Santana.

All Quinn could do was hope she could pull it off without anyone else being ridiculous about her new attitude.

The blonde shook her head, enough thinking about that. She had to get ready for the Dance Hall. She'd help the tiny brunette to have a great night again, that's how Quinn was thinking about it. Helping out someone less fortunate than her. Thus, the blonde figured, she owed it to Rachel to at least dress a bit differently this time.

Easier said than done, however. It wasn't like she had any boy's clothes... So while her parents were downstairs watching TV, she silently went into their bedroom to potentially raid her father's closet. Quinn's heart was beating fast, hammering against her ribcage as she strained to listen in on what was going on downstairs. If either of them came up here, finding their daughter rummaging through mens clothes... well, Quinn wasn't sure what would happen. Maybe they'd send her to bible camp again.

The blonde shook her head, no time to get distracted by her thoughts, now. Her father was very much a suit type of man and it wasn't like she was gonna wear a suit tonight. Nor would it fit her. But Quinn knew she had once seen him in something she was sure she could... Yes! There!

Triumphantly, Quinn pulled out the lumberjack shirt, grinning to herself. Now she just needed a pair of trousers... Reaching into the very bottom of the pants pile, she found a couple of black khakis that would do the job perfectly. She'd just have to wear a belt.

As quietly as she had slipped in, she slipped out of the room, quick to pack the clothes up in her bag. She ran downstairs, calling out a goodbye to her parents, before leaving.

"Nervous?"

"It's not a date."

"Uh-huh."

"It's not a date, Kurt!"

"Kurt, stop being mean to Rachel."

"Wha-I-I'm not being mean!"

"If she doesn't think it's a date, it's not a date. Just focus on your driving, please."

"Thank you, Blaine. It's nice to know there's an actual gentleman present."

"Whatever, I still say it's a date."

"Go away, Kurt."

Quinn thanked her lucky stars that it was April and the weather was fairly warm. She also thanked them for there not being a lot of people in the park at this time. Like last, she'd opted to get changed in the shadow of a couple of bushes. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it had to do.

So now, fully changed, ace wrapped and a sock stuffed down there, she casually walked over to the Dance Hall. Quinn didn't feel as weird about it this time, she knew she had a purpose with this. She'd make Rachel happy by being Skye, it was just another step in Quinn's plan to become a somewhat different person, someone who wasn't feared but liked and even respected.

The boy for another night had opted to wear a cap again, it was really the only thing she could think of that would cover her hair properly and didn't look too retarded.

Quinn got to the entrance, got her stamp and walked inside, her eyes scanning the crowd for the beautiful diva. When she didn't find her target, she grinned. Santana and Brittany had always told her Rachel was a diva, one of those hopeless romantic saps and just a general annoyance. The thing Quinn focused on tonight however, was the romantic sap part. She had just the right idea for how to approach Rachel when she appeared.

Mercedes met the trio at the entrance, letting out a loud and cheerful "Heeeey!" before running up and hugging the three of them. Rachel smiled brightly, returning the hug. Sure, the pair of them were pretty competitive when it came to solos in Glee – but outside of that, they actually had quite a bit in common. When Rachel had been befriended by Kurt, the friendship with Mercedes had just kinda happened as well.

The the four friends walked inside, got their stamps and were about to deliver their jackets for safe keeping, when someone suddenly whispered in Rachel's ear: "May I take your jacket?"

The diva jumped and spun around quickly, for an instant she was tempted to reach for the pepper-spray in her pocket, but then she recognized the person who had whispered to her.

It was Skye, of course. Though he looked a little flustered now, apologizing; "Sorry, I didn't meant to scare you," When the diva didn't respond, still a little shocked, he reached over and gently guided her jacket off her shoulders, "I just wanted to, you know, help a little." He smiled and handed it over for safe keeping, before he turned to Rachel, smiling sheepishly.

"Thank you, Skye. You just scared me a little bit, I didn't quite expect that." Rachel blushed slightly and she couldn't help but think, Skye seemed like a gentleman.

Their eyes locked and they just stood there for what seemed like an eternity – just looking at one another. Those beautiful hazel eyes had a gleam in them, they just seemed to twinkle, almost turning golden when the light hit them just right.

A loud cough knocked Rachel out of her trance and she quickly recovered, looking over at her friends. "I'm sorry, how rude of me. Skye, these are my friends. Kurt, Blaine and Mercedes." Pointing to each one as she said their names.

Skye just smiled, raising a hand in greeting. "Hey, I'm Skye."

Almost in unison, her friends gushed out a 'Hey Skye', but the boy turned his attention towards Rachel just about immediately, smiling in that confident way. "If your friends don't mind, I would like to ask you to accompany me to the dance floor."

He extended his hand to Rachel, and the diva couldn't help but chuckle as she heard Kurt give a squeal in the background. The tiny brunette took Skye's extended hand and nodded, following him as he guided them through the numerous other people there this night.

Quinn couldn't help but think that she would've made a very gallant boy, had she been born that way. Mentally, she gave herself a pat on the shoulder. The way Rachel had smiled when she had taken her jacket had been wonderful. Such a simple gesture, such an amazing reward.

Of course, as it was common at the Dance Hall, they'd gone out dancing. Hardly sensing other people around the two of them. Quinn found herself to be lost in the way Rachel moved. She was so graceful, the way she moved seemed so... so effortless. She wasn't as good a dancer as Brittany, but on the other hand, you couldn't really compare the two of them. Rachel felt the music whereas Brittany seemed to feel the beat.

"When I was very young, nothing really mattered to me, but making myself happy. I was the only one."

Quinn cheered inwardly. She loved Madonna. But she couldn't really show it, she figured that there wasn't really that many guys who were into Madonna.

"Now that I am grown, everything's changed. I'll never be the same, because of you."

The blonde smiled as it seemed that Rachel too, might have been a Madonna fan. At least she mouthed along to the lyrics, twirling around herself.

"Nothing really matters, love is all we need. Everything I give you, all comes back to me."

Quinn grabbed the tiny girl by the hand and spun her around, once, twice, three times – and the brunette laughed so hard (she might have been a little bit dizzy as well) that she had to lean up against Skye.

"Looking at my life, it's very clear to me. I lived so selfishly, I was the only one."

Quinn couldn't help but laugh as well, Rachel's laugh truly seemed contagious. The boy for a night looked down at the beautiful brunette in her arms, their eyes locking once more.

"I realize, that nobody wins. Something is ending and something begins."

Without thinking too much about it, the cheerleader ran a hand up to Rachel's jaw, caressing it softly.

"Nothing takes the past away, like the future. Nothing makes the darkness go, like the light. You're shelter from the storm. Give me comfort in your arms."

They both leaned forward, they could both feel the others breath on their lips. The tiny amount of space between them was crackling with electricity.

"Nothing really matters, love is all we need. Everything I give you, all comes back to me."

Rachel pulled back suddenly. She was breathing somewhat heavily and her eyes were rather wide and almost unblinking. Quinn blinked herself, straightening up. She'd been so lost in the brunette, what had just happened?

"I... I really need some air." Rachel all but stormed off, leaving a bewildered Quinn behind. What the hell?

"Rachel, wait!" The blonde shouted, running after the diva.