Once lunch time came around, Quinn made her way to the auditorium, digging out her lunch as she sat on the edge of the stage, kicking her feet back and forth to occupy herself while she waited for Rachel to come.

"Lucas Quinn Fabray."

Quinn snapped her head around, smiling a little when she saw Rachel. "It's just Quinn." She gave her a wink and patted the spot next to her. "What was with mumbling Santana's name as you walked away?"

"What was with me mumbling her name?" Rachel asked Quinn in disbelief, shaking her head as she sat down. "More like what's with you coming in holding her hand. What, are you two a couple or something now?" Rachel was trying to hide her disappointment and hurt, but she wasn't doing too good of a job at doing that.

Rachel had always thought Quinn was absolutely stunning, and she figured the blonde really only was bullying her because she had to. Her suspicions were only confirmed when Quinn took her fall from grace with the pregnancy, and automatically stopped bullying Rachel. They had actually struck up a friendship, and between their intimate mornings, late nights, and everything in between, Rachel had fallen in love with Quinn. She had thought that the blonde felt something for her too, especially with everything that happened with Beth and how she wouldn't even choose a name for her daughter without consulting Rachel. She had to have been mistaken.

"…and so that's how Santana and I ended up together." Quinn had been speaking the whole time, but Rachel was so lost in her own thoughts.

"We're best friends, right?" Rachel asked Quinn, a bit uncertain.

"Of course. There is no one I trust more than you and your fathers." Quinn said softly, with a nod as she took Rachel's hand.

"Then why didn't you tell me? Why did I have to find out by seeing you holding her hand?" A tear shone in her eye, and she wiped it away quickly. Quinn, on the other hand, was dumbfounded. "I didn't really think it mattered who I date, Rachel." She ducked her head, her cheeks turning a bright red. For some reason, she was extremely embarrassed by this whole turn of events.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I'm just…trying something new, I guess. If I'm being honest, with both you and myself, it's letting me try out something that I don't know how to try otherwise." Quinn swallowed thickly, sitting in silence. She pulled up her t shirt, showing Rachel that she had wrapped her chest with ace bandages. "I'm giving this a try," she said quietly, only hoping that Rachel could understand the underlying message in what she was saying.

"You always say sexuality is fluid…maybe gender is too." Quinn put her shirt down, before licking her lips. "It's an ends to a mean. I don't really like Santana, but I am able to give this a try with her, all while hiding who I am. Or was. Or will be." She ran a hand through her hair, a bit overwhelmed.

"Why aren't you saying anything? You always have something to say." Quinn was uneasy at Rachel's silence.

Rachel reached up and took Quinn's hands in her own, looking the blonde in the eye. "That may be true. But one thing you have taught me is that sometimes, the right thing to say is to listen. But one thing that we absolutely must change is that you need a better binder. That is entirely unsafe." Rachel reached a hand up, touching the side of Quinn's rib cage. "Can you even breathe? You certainly couldn't sing that way." Rachel shook her head. "We need you on glee. We can't have you breaking ribs."

Quinn smiled at Rachel, a watery smile. She should have known that Rachel would understand and be fine with it. "I think you should sit down and talk to my dads."

Quinn nodded before pulling Rachel into a tight hug. "I'm hugging you now." She teased the brunette.

Quinn found herself on the Berry's front porch after cheerios practice, dressed back in the clothes that were slowly becoming her normal clothes. She knocked, waiting for someone to answer the door. A small smile crossed her face when Hiram answered the door.

"Rachel, honey, a strapping young suitor is here for you!" He called up the stairs, not even letting Quinn say anything. Her brow furrowed as she looked up at him. Did he not even recognize her? They lived together for many months.

"A boy at the door for me? If it's Finn, tell him I am not interested in anything he has to say." Rachel called as she came down the stairs. "Quinn!" She called out when she saw who was at the door, running to Quinn for a hug. Quinn wrapped her up in a tight hug and gave Hiram a shy smile.

"Well I'll be. Took you long enough to figure this out, Quinn." He said with a small chuckle. "Leroy owes me twenty bucks. He said you'd figure it out in college." Hiram fist pumped, before heading into the kitchen to send his husband out to go and inspect Quinn.

"Only your fathers would take me being potentially trans and turn it into a bet. And make it seem like the most normal thing in the world." Quinn shook her head and kissed the top of Rachel's head. Things like this were normal for them. It was because they were best friends, and that's what best friends so, right? It's what Santana and Brittany do at any rate.

Quinn and Rachel made their way to the table, setting it together. Hiram had left the dishes out so they could set the table like they used to. Quinn walked a circle around it, setting the plates down, and Rachel walked a circle the other way, setting the cutlery. It never took them more than a minute like this, and it was never something they had to talk about either. They then took their seats across from one another, Quinn smiling at Rachel across the table.

"Do you know what they cooked, or were you banned from the kitchen so as to not burn water?" Quinn rested her chin on her hand, leaning on the table before Rachel leaned over to smack her arm.

"Table manners! And they are making lasagna. They know it is your favorite, and I told them I had a feeling you would be by for dinner tonight." Rachel gave Quinn a shy smile as she sat up in her chair a bit. That was when the Berry men came in, Hiram carrying a pitcher of something to drink, and Leroy carrying the lasagna. Hiram threw a hot pad town and Leroy set the tray full of pasta down on it, before cutting it. Rachel passed him a plate for him to serve, and they all just passed the plates around until everyone was served.

After everyone was served and had started to eat, Leroy spoke up. "So, Quinn, you finally figured it out? Man, I do owe Hiram twenty bucks."

Quinn choked on her bite of food. She took a drink and swallowed, before looking over at him. "I'm actually not sure. This is all sort of an adventure for me right now, and I am giving it a try before I decide on anything for certain. So…maybe you don't owe one another any money yet." Quinn let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"Dad, Daddy, we need to help Quinn find somewhere to get a binder. She's using ace bandages." Ever dramatic, the Berry men both gasped at Rachel's admission. "Well," said Hiram, "Lucky you, we know a sex shop in Columbus that sells them. Leroy and I could stand to go for a visit there." He wiggled his eyebrows at his husband. "You two aren't old enough to go, but we would be happy to pick one up for you." He said, looking Quinn in the eye. "We can go tonight so you have it for tomorrow?" He offered, smiling when he saw Quinn's eyes light up. "Sorted. We are taking a field trip to Columbus tonight."

"All of us, or just you two?" Rachel asked, her eyes lighting up as well. "Because Quinn and I could go to the mall and we could get some more clothes for Quinn to help him pass better!" Rachel said excitedly. Quinn's smile only got wider when she realized Rachel had called her he, whether it was on purpose or not.