Quinn wouldn't find out what happened exactly for another few days, and until then she was forced to sit in her room alone and wonder what exactly Rachel heard and what she felt about it. Quinn couldn't believe she could have been so stupid. It was bad enough telling Rachel all that she had already, and then with the night that followed…

"Quinn… Why hadn't you ever told me before?" Rachel had brought them back into her room. When Quinn's response was nothing but a shiver, Rachel realized that the blonde's clothes were drenched in rain. "Oh! You're soaking!" Quinn's eyes widened and she was about to speak when she realized what Rachel had meant. "Let me get you something else to wear while I dry your clothes downstairs. She began to pull Quinn's shirt off for her without thinking.

When Quinn was left standing there in nothing but her blue jeans, Rachel stopped. She stared at Quinn for a second, her eyes trailing from Quinn's bare breasts, to her chest moving up and down slowly with her breathing, to her little gold cross necklace, and finally to her eyes. "I…"

Quinn showed no emotion but slight fear in her eyes as she stepped closer to Rachel. Instinctively, Rachel backed up until she lightly hit the wall. Her breathing became quicker as something unknown took over the taller girl. Quinn wrapped her left arm around the diva's small waist and rested her right hand on the wall above Rachel's head. Rachel's hands were pushed against Quinn's chest, which she didn't fully realize until her fingers trailed across the necklace.

"Quinn, I-" Rachel was silenced by Quinn's lips firmly pressing against her own. She gulped as the blonde kissed down her jaw and onto her neck, stopping at the pulse. She couldn't help a small moan that escaped her lips as she felt something she had never felt when anyone else had ever kissed her.

There was silence as the blonde lifted the animal sweater off the smaller girl and pulled it off her head. There was silence as Quinn proceeded to cup the diva's bare breasts in her hands and press her lips against the other girl's again, only softer this time. Quinn slowly lifted the smaller girl up and carried her gently to the bed, their foreheads resting on the other's. Quinn softly laid Rachel across the bed, her right hand slowly trailing up Rachel's thigh and up under her skirt.

A tear streamed down Quinn's cheek as she sat in her room thinking about how she had turned Rachel into a cheater, and how she had all but stolen the younger girl's virginity.

She spent that weekend pacing around her room, waiting for her phone to ring with a call or text or something. She checked her computer periodically for an email or something from Rachel to let her know what was going on. She debated multiple times to send the first text, but who was she to be told what was going on. She cried herself to sleep every night after realizing that Rachel was probably never going to tell her what happened because, frankly, it was none of her business what happened in their relationship, and she knew it.

All weekend, she heard nothing from anyone.

Monday came along, and Rachel and Finn weren't at school. Quinn sat through her classes that she normally would have spent at least staring at Rachel alone, barely paying any attention to what the teachers had to say.

It was finally during glee that she finally received any sort of message on her phone.

Quinn, are you at school?

It was Rachel. Quinn started to cry, not caring who saw anymore, as she let out a heavy breath and began to text back.

Yeah why arent you

It felt like ages before her phone buzzed again finally.

I didn't sleep very well. A lot happened this weekend that I think you and I should talk about- that and everything that happened this past week as well.

I figured this conversation was gonna happened eventually

What are you doing after school?

I dont have anything planned that I can think of but are you sure you even wanna tell me anything I mean its not like I have any right to have a place in yours or finns lives

Quinn, don't be ridiculous, please. :) You should know so much better by now. Meet me at your house after school, if that's okay?

Quinn smiled at the emoticon, but more because she knew she hadn't messed up. She knew that she still had a chance to make everything work out in the end.

Yeahh of course :)

When Quinn pulled into her driveway after school, she felt her breath catch in her throat as she recognized Rachel's little, blue car in front of her; the little gold star in the top right- hand of the back window caught the sunlight and sparkled brightly.

As she stepped out of her own car, Rachel copied her actions. Quinn smiled as the petite girl walked toward her.

"I'm surprised you even know where I live," Quinn felt like she was going to cry, just happy that Rachel was standing there.

That night, Rachel told her that she had broken things off with Finn, that Quinn was right, and she shouldn't have to give up her dreams for a boy.

"I… I really felt something with you the other day, Quinn," Rachel talked slowly, as if trying to find the right words in her vocabulary.

"…You did?" Quinn began to smile, only slightly afraid that she was going to look stupid in front of the smaller girl.

"Yes," Rachel blushed. "And then after your little display with Finn at school, I only began to feel more and more like… There's something here?" She looked up into Quinn's eyes. "Between us?"

"Something more…?" Quinn couldn't believe Rachel Berry was saying these things to her, but then again… She still couldn't believe that she had any feelings for Rachel Berry.

They spent the night just talking, cuddled together on Quinn's bed. They talked about everything, from the very beginning until then, only breaking pace every now and then for a kiss.

"Come to New York with me, Quinn." Rachel sat up suddenly, excited about her idea. "It'll be just you, me, Kurt, and Blaine."

Quinn smiled at the brunette's enthusiasm and the idea itself. "I'd love to."

Quinn wasn't sure now how it had ended up being the original four plus Puck in the end, but sitting in front of him now, unloading everything that she had been bottling up, she was thankful that that's what it had turned into.

"So, you and Berry started dating? I knew that much from the trip up here," Puck smiled, but it soon disappeared as his brow furrowed. "Then… What happened? You guys seemed so happy."

"She asked to come visit me at work one day…" Quinn smiled, another tear falling from her eye.

"Well, so? That's not that big of a deal, right? I mean, yeah, I've seen that outfit you gotta wear, but I don't see what the big deal about it is."

"I didn't tell her where I worked… Do you remember when Finn visited?" Quinn sighed. "The first night he was here… He went to a bar, a club really. For… gentlemen?"

"Finn went to a boobie bar?" Puck chuckled. "Man, I haven't even gone to one of those yet, but man… I would so go if I wouldn't have cameras all on me for going to see a few strippers." He stopped again. "But what does that….?"

"He told Rachel who he saw there… And took her the next night… To see me on stage."

There was silence for a minute. Puck's mouth fell open a little bit and his hand had fallen away from her knee. She lowered her eyes to her hands which were folded in her lap.

"I see…" He sat back.

"We fought." She began to cry more fiercely now. "She said I was terrible for showing my body off to a bunch of random people. I tried to explain it was because I was broke, but she…"

She never understood. Finn made it seem like Quinn was only hiding it from Rachel, and that she was doing it because that's the kind of girl she was. He had said that she didn't have any drama now that they were all out of high school, and she needed to feel that rush of everyone still wanting her for her body, that she had reverted back to saying of "It's all about the teasing, not about the pleasing".

Quinn had cried all night, poured her heart out to Rachel, but she just didn't understand. Rachel said that she had been noticing the way that Quinn was subtly changing even in everyday things. Rachel screamed that Quinn was becoming a totally different person, and that out of everyone, she thought that New York wouldn't change Quinn. But it had.

Quinn couldn't take the judging anymore. "You don't like the person I've become? I became what I had to so I could just survive in this crazy place! Why can't you of all people see that?" Rachel had just shaken her head. "You know what, we're through Rachel. I thought you were different."

"So, you're just running away? Just like that?"

"I guess I am."

And with that, Quinn lost the most important thing in her life, the only reason why she was here, the only reason she had even gotten the job. Why did Rachel not get it? Why did she not see how this could be a good thing? Maybe because it wasn't…? But how else could she make it in this city? To make it, you need people and to get to people, you need money.

Of course, she didn't want to lose Rachel. Of course, she wished as soon as she said it that she could take it back. But it was done. Rachel left that night, and they hadn't talked again since.

She sighed. "And that brings us to now." Quinn looked back up at Puck, wiping her tears away with her fingertips.

He sighed. "Well, this might sound strange, but I totally get it, Quinn."

"…You do?" She let out an exasperated laugh. "You're the first to say so."

"Well, yeah. I get it. I mean," He leaned forward in his seat," when I first got up here, I was lost- didn't have a clue what to do. So, I started out by selling myself to some sexy ladies I met on the street." He grinned.

"You were a prostitute?" Quinn didn't see why she was so surprised. This sounded exactly like something Puck would do.

"Yup, for a little while at least. Then I decided to try my hand at music, figured I could use my glee past for something." He shrugged, "Took $500 every time I wanted to play at a club, and another $200 every time I tried to get someone listen to my demo. Got ripped off a whole lot… But eventually, I slept with the right woman." He winked, "Turns out, she's my new manager."

"Wow…" Quinn sat back in her chair.

"Gotta do what it takes," He shrugged again.