"Quinn, can I talk to you, sweetie," Judy Fabray said, interrupting her daughter's reading from the entryway of her room.

Quinn closed her book she was deeply enthralled up and looked at her mother, "what's up?"

"Come with me, I've got to give you something," she said.

The young blonde quirked her eyebrow in that Fabray way, before getting up and following her mother to her room. They entered the well decorated room and sat at Judy's side of the bed. Quinn sat next to her mom as she watched her curiously search through a drawer. She smiled as her mom gave a little yell in victory once she found what she was looking for. She presented her daughter with a small velvety box. Quinn opened it gasping as the diamond ring winking it's beauty at her.

"Mom.." she said.

"I want you to have it. It's the engagement ring your father gave to me. It once belonged to your great-grandmother. I don't know what your future holda for you but either I'm going to see it on your finger or you're going to give it to a someone that'll have your heart"

"It's beautiful," she finally said.

"Just like the person who'll be lucky to wear it," Judy said with heedful intent, biting her lip as a smirk threaten to break out.


Quinn sighed heavily as she lay on her bed, head resting on the headboard, flipping the velvety box open and closed. The snapping of the box the only sound reverbaring from the walls. The shimmering ring mocked her now. She shook her head in resentment now knowing fully well her mother's intent on giving her this particular ring.

It was meant to adorn Rachel's ring finger.

In another time and place she would have joyfully dropped on one knee, possibly with tears in her eyes and declare her passionate, endless love to the raven haired beauty. The girl she had loved since as long back as she could remember.

Now it felt forced. How was she supposed to slip this ring into Rachel's finger without seeing trepidation in Rachel's eyes?

"Spud, you ready?" she heard her dad yell from downstairs.

"Yeah!" she replied stuffing the ring under her pillow. She got up putting on her shoes and joined her father.


The drive to the lake was eerily quiet. She hadn't held an ordinary conversation with either of her parents in a while and the only reason she was even going fishing with her dad was because he had begged her to come and truth be told, she missed him dearly. She was a daddy's girl and being this apart from her dad hurt her. Hurt them both, really.

They unpacked the SUV setting their fishing gear and stuff to the small boat Russell owned. They left the pier and shutting down the boat's motor once they reached a perfect spot to start fishing.

They set up their fishing poles with bait and threw in their lines but the silence still permeated between father and daughter as they sat silently for fish to catch their hook.

"You can't ignore me forever, Quinn. I'm your father," Russell's gruff voice spoke out.

"I can. You know why? Because what kind of father sets their daughter up to get married to a person she isn't even friends with? We're not in the 19th century, dad," she spitted out. The word spilled out of her mouth as the pressure of the uncomfortable silence and her anger bubbled to the surface, slashing out to her father.

"Q-ball, I may be getting older but my memory hasn't failed me yet. I remember distictly you chasing Rachel around, hell I even caught you kissing her in a closet for God's sake! So don't give me "she's not even my friend" crap!"

Quinn blushed furiously at the memory. "It was a mild infatuation," she defended.

"Oh God, please don't give me that, bullshit, Spud! You had even told me you wanted to marry that girl. What happened between then and now? What was so serious that you decided to turn your back on Rachel and bring her so low that she came home crying for 2 months straight?"

"Nothing happened," she said, clearing her throat as she felt a ball of emotion settle there, "I was just young and foolish"

"You're still young and you're being very foolish. Not only did you break her heart with your actions but her parents and us as well Quinn," he said softly.

Quinn scoffed, despite the tears welling up "See? She gets all the 'poor Rachel this, poor Rachel that', but what about me, huh? Did anybody even care that my heart was the first to be broken?"

"Quinn..."

"No dad, I don't want to talk about this anymore let's just catch dinner and go home, ok?"

The silence had never been so deafning.


Why she chose Finn to be her boyfriend was strictly business. He had the status, the looks, and he was stupid enough to not catch on to whatever was swriling in her mind. Also he wasn't sleazy Puck. Why Rachel chose to hang around him, she didn't know. And she didn't want to think to hard about it either. Her blood would just boil if she thought about Rachel being more than friends with the man-whore.

She sat next to Finn her head against his shouldher with his giant paw engulfing her delicate, smaller hand. She hated how clammy his hands would get after a period of time. It seemed like he was always sweaty.

The glee club were all gathered together waiting for Mr. Shue to show up.

Quinn stole a quick look at her fiancee whose melodious laugh filled the room. She was probably gossiping with Kurt and Mercedes about something or other. A sad smile almost into her face at the thought that she was happy she had found people who weren't afraid to be themselves around her. She missed being the cause of that laugh, because nothing would make her heart beat faster... except for those nights when they had shared passionate kisses.

Mr. Shue finally entered with a boy following him closely behind.

"OK everybody. I just recruited this gentleman into our team and he would like to introduce himself. I don't want any protests now. Just listen to him, please," Mr. Shue warned, knowing that either Blaine or Finn would jump up at the thought of another guy stealing their spotlight.

"Hello everybody, I'm Jesse St. James ex lead vocalist of Vocal Adrenaline. My parents and I had decided to move to Lima for I had a starring role as Melchior Gabor in s small production of …."

"Spring Awakening," Rachel bursted out, blushing at the realization at what she had done, "I'm sorry, it's just, I went to see that particular production and I must say you were beyond amazing."

Quinn did not like this at all. She had never seen Rachel act so starry eyed before.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, if I have known such beauty as yourself was in New Directions, I would have joined sooner,"

The blonde rolled her eyes as Rachel blushed even harder.

"But enough about me, Mr Shue, may I proceed to show my fellow team member's my exceptional talent"

He winked at Rachel as he begun to sing a cover of Godspell's Beutiful City. His eyes never left rachel as he took in every inch of her.

Finn cried in pain as Quinn gripped his hand as tightly as she could in anger.


Rachel was at the school library looking for books about musical theatre. She firmly belive that one could never be too informed about what they were passionate about. There was a particular book about Broadway Divas she was trying to get but sadly, due to her her stature, was well out of reach.

She let out a yelp as a body pressed against her, a rough hand sliding up her arm past her hands, grabbing that particular book for her. She turned as the book was handed to her.

"Jesse," she said, looking up at the boy's grinning face.

"Saw you struggling there," he said

"Thank you," she said, blushing. No one had paid her that much attention or care since Puck and well, since Quinn. Being deprived of such attention and suddenly getting it always made her act a bit out oc character.

"Completely my pleasure, Miss..."

"Berry, Rachel Barbra Berry"

"Ah, Barbra as in the phenomenal legend that is one Barbra Streisand?" he asked, showing of his knowladge

"Yes, actually," she said, " I'm very impressed that you know that. Are you a big Broadway fan?"

"Ms. Berry, I am Broadway," he said flashing her a cocky smirk.

Rachel giggled.

"How well versed are you about the feud between Patti Lupone and Andrew Lloyd Webber?"

"I will gladly discuss said feud with you, but first let's go get some lunch?" he said, offering Rachel his arm.

Someone hiding behind a bookshelf watched them leave, sneering at the thought of Rachel hooking up with the new boy.