AN: I didn't think I was ever going to finish this but I think I was inspired by Glee winning the Golden Globe for Best Television Comedy/Musical! Congrats to everyone on the show! Although I do believe that Jane Lynch was robbed for her award. Thank you to those who have been leaving reviews. They really do make my day to know someone is enjoying something that I have created. On that note, CONTINUE! Or if you haven't yet, START!

Sitting on her bed, Quinn held her head in her hands and cried. It wasn't the cry of someone who was hurt, even though she was; it was the cry of someone who was faced with a situation and the only thing she could think of doing to make herself feel better was to cry. She was grateful that her father was away on a business trip and her mother at a girl spa weekend. She had already had enough of them since she moved back into her house. Her mother was still as emotional detached and her father still barely spoke to her. They had welcomed their no longer pregnant teenager back into their home, but by no means did it feel like a home. Quinn grabbed her phone off her nightstand and called the only person she knew could help her in this situation.

"Hey, can you come over? It's important." Quinn said the tears falling freely from her eyes and when the person on the other end agreed, she hung up.

Pulling herself out of bed, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was red and splotchy and her eyes were blood shot considering she had been crying for hours and had barely slept the night before. Her hair was all out of place, so she picked up a hair tie from her dresser and pulled her blonde locks up into a bun high upon her head. She tried to make herself as presentable as possible but she didn't care. When the doorbell rang, she wiped the last of the fresh tears from her cheeks and headed down to the door. Opening the door, the tears cascaded down Quinn's cheeks and she saw Rachel on the other side of the door with a smile that quickly faded. Immediately Rachel pushed her way into the house and pulled Quinn into a tight embrace. Rachel held Quinn as she began to sob again, holding on tightly to Rachel's petite form.

"What happened?" Rachel said as Quinn pulled away from her.

Quinn pulled Rachel into her living room and remembers the last time she cried inside that room. It was after Finn had sung to her in her dinning room and had outed her pregnancy to her parents. The tears that fell from her eyes now hurt almost as much as being rejected by her parents, maybe more, maybe the same; Quinn wasn't sure. But as she sat down on the couch, Rachel sat across from her, silently willing her friend to tell her what was making her so upset.

"Rachel, when we weren't friends you were really good at not judging me for my really stupid mistakes. So I really need to not be judged because I don't think I can handle another person be disappointed in my right now."

"Quinn, of course I will not judge you. We are friends." Rachel said reaching out and grabbing Quinn's hand.

Quinn closed her eyes trying to stop the constant flood of tears from her eyes. The feel of Rachel's hand gave her the strength she needed to speak, "I slept with Finn."

Rachel's eyes were wide but she held on firmly to Quinn's hand knowing that she promised no judgment. Not that she would judge her for this, Rachel knew that Quinn was madly in love with Finn, and this would have been great for her little plan, but the tears on Quinn's face made it clear that this was not something to be celebrating.

"When?" Rachel inquired.

"Sunday night," Quinn said.

Rachel looked at the pain in her friends face and wondered why she hadn't seen it sooner. If this had happened Sunday night, she had gone the entire week at school without anyone noticing her torment. Rachel felt like such a horrible friend.

"It all started at your party," Quinn continued, "When you were obviously playing matchmaker between Finn and I. And I just played along because I really wanted it to work, and I know Finn knew what you were up to, but it was working and then we were locked in the study upstairs. And then we realized that you either didn't hear us banging on the door or were ignoring us so we started fighting because I tried to take advance of the opportunity to talk to him but he was just raising his voice at me and then I kind of back off and the next thing I know he was kissing me. And the he must have had some kind of epiphany or something because he pulled away and then suddenly we could open the door."

"Quinn, why didn't you say anything sooner,"

"Because I didn't know what to think about it. And then Saturday he called me and asked if I wanted to come over and just hang out on Sunday and I couldn't help but say yes. I've wanted this for so long Rachel. I wanted him back in my life, for him to at least try to forgive me. I wanted him to be my friend if anything. I was willing to ignore the kiss if only we could be friends again. But we were watching a movie, and then we were making out, and the next thing I know…"

"Quinn you don't have to tell me anymore."

"It's not even the fact that we slept together that's got me so upset. It's the fact that we slept together and now he's gone back to not talking to me. I tried calling him later that night after I left his house and he didn't pick up. I tried to talk to him at school and during Glee all week but he keeps ignoring me and I don't know what to do because every time that when it comes to sex I keep making these really big mistakes that end up hurting myself in the process. I'm sorry to dump this all on you Rachel. But I can't exactly go to Santana or Brittany or Puck, because the girls don't seem to care enough anymore and I know Puck doesn't want to hear about this."

"Hey, "Rachel said moving closer to Quinn and pulling her in for another hug, "You are allowed to dump this stuff on me. We're friends."

And this time, Quinn didn't cry. Because there was nothing left to cry about. Talking to Rachel had some of the constriction in her chest fade and the pain was becoming almost bearable, almost. After Rachel sent a text to Puck cancelling their plans that afternoon, the girls spent the day watching sappy romantic movies, eating ice cream, and painting toenails. Rachel was at a loss for the words that would help Quinn. This was what friends did in these situations right? She had never been in this situation; she didn't know the right words to say to make it better. (Were there even such words). Rachel was once friends with Finn, but the Finn she knew, the Finn she once had deep feelings for would never have done this to Quinn. He would never have left her with her tears and nothing else. Rachel realized in that moment that maybe Puck was right; maybe her meddling wasn't the right thing. In truth, she felt partially responsible for the state Quinn was currently in. If she hadn't sent them up there the whole chain of events would never have occurred. Maybe this was the warning she needed to back off.

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"Alright guys. We have two of our selections for regionals, but we need one more. I have a few ideas of where I want to go with the final selection. I have two pieces, one we will work on next week, and the other we will work on the week after. So this weekend, two of you will have to prepare a duet." Mr. Shuester said passing sheet music to Puck and Finn. Everyone looked around confused except for Kurt who looked pleased, and Rachel who look just horrified. How could she have forgotten about this? Last week in the midst of her meddling (which she had given up cold turkey) she had made a suggestion to Mr. Shuester that "What You Own" from RENT was a perfect song to demonstrate the unique and different talents of both Puck and Finn whilst capturing the essence of what the relationship between the boys once was. And now he was finally taking one her sixty five proposals seriously and she sat her seriously wishing he hadn't.

Puck looked down at his music and looked up at Mr. Shuester, "Shouldn't I be singing Mark's part. I am a Jew."

There were a few gasps from the rest of the club but then a silence fell over the room. Puck looked around to see everyone, including Rachel, staring at him like he'd grown another head.

"What?" Puck said, "I'm dating Rachel. Enough said."

Rachel's jaw drop and she smacked him in the arm. He looked at her and smiled at the sad look on her face. Puck brought his arm up and wrapped it around Rachel's shoulders pulling her close to kiss her on the temple then whispering in her ear so only she could hear, "I never said that was a bad thing."

Rachel smirked but stayed comfortably nestled against Puck's shoulder. Why hadn't either of the boys commented on the fact that they were singing together? And why had no one else commented that this song was only for two voices? She expected at least Mercedes to have some kind of objection, she kind of hoped for it at this point.

"Puck," Mr. Shuester interjected trying to get back on task, "while you have a personal connection to the character of Mark, I felt that Roger's part was more in tune with your vocal strengths, and Mark's with Finn's."

Puck looked over at Finn and for the first time he realized that Finn wasn't looking at him like he wanted to kill him. Aside from that one time right after Quinn had lost her baby, Finn had one look for Puck.

"I'm going to cut rehearsal a little early today," Mr. Shuester said, "But Puck and Finn I expect you both to rehearse this and come in ready to work on this Monday. And I will also have the music for our other option then."

Everyone got up and scurried out of the room, except for Puck, Rachel and Quinn who were riding home together. Mr. Shuester had never left class so quickly and Puck stared at the door confused.

"I think he might have a date with Ms. Pillsbury," Quinn said responding to Puck's confusion.

"Nice." Puck said in response before turning to Rachel, "This was you're doing, the song I mean."

"You heard Mr. Shuester, this was his idea." Rachel said hoping Puck couldn't hear the guilt in her voice.

"No it wasn't. It was yours."

"Noah, you have no proof."

"Yes I do. That spiel Mr. Shuester just gave me about my voice being better for Roger's part. That was the same thing, almost verbatim that you said to me after we watched RENT. I thought you said you were done meddling."

"I'm sorry Noah! I forgot that Kurt had talked to Mr. Shuester about this. It was last week and I have stopped meddling. I didn't think he'd do it anyway. He's rejected every other idea that I've ever given him."

"Wait, Hummel's involved in your plotting?"

"I needed some help," Rachel said.

"Rachel-" Puck started.

"Noah, since when are you one to give lectures? I'm sorry, alright. I forgot this was part of the plan. But was it really such a big deal? Finn didn't throw a fit so that has to be a good sign right?" Rachel asked looking both to Puck and Quinn for an answer.

"Rach, I think what Puck is saying-" Quinn started.

"Let me tell her what I'm saying Quinn," Puck interrupted looking back at Rachel, "What I'm saying is that you doing this makes me feel like a puppet. And I'm sure if Finn was a little less dumb he would feel the same way. We've had this conversation already Rachel. You just need to not make this one of your obsessions,"

Rachel's face dropped. Puck had never talked to her like this. He wasn't yelling at her, but it was clear from his voice that he was upset with her. Rachel had been telling the truth, she had forgotten all about the duet between Finn and Puck. Since the very second that Quinn told her what happened with Finn, she had let everything else go. She saw the error in her way and was working on correcting the situation. But now as Puck looked at her his eyes were different, they weren't the soft green eyes she had come to rely on. Rachel knew she deserved some of it, but she was trying to make it better. But Puck wasn't exactly being the most understanding person.

"Can you just take me home?" Rachel said.

Puck nodded and went to grab Rachel's bag for her but she scooped it up quickly and threw it over her own shoulder and headed out the door.

The car ride home was long, silent and awkward. Rachel knew she was probably making things worse but if Puck got to act on his emotions, so was she. If Puck got to be upset with her actions, even though they were done with the best intentions, Rachel was allowed to be hurt by his words. After dropping Quinn off, Puck pulled into Rachel's drive way. He looked at her, opened his mouth to say something and then closed it. Rachel wasn't looking at him, just straight ahead. Puck knew he hurt her with his words and his lashing out, but it wasn't intentional. He meant it, not the obsession part, but the part about him being a puppet. When Rachel did things behind his back he stopped having control of the situation and he wouldn't admit it to her but that scared him. If she had control she had control to hurt him, to ruin him. Not that Puck thought Rachel would, he just needed to have at least a sense of what was going on in his life.

Puck turned his truck off and the couple sat in silence for a moment before Puck finally spoke.

"Are we going to talk about this or just sit here in silence?"

"I'm not sure if talking is going to help right now. I feel that anything we say to each other right now will just be a continuation of our discussion from the choir room, and that will prove to not be beneficial for the situation."

'So we're just going to sit here?"

"No. I'm going to go inside and you're going to go home."

Puck just nodded as Rachel grabbed her bag and opened the door to the truck. Standing outside she looked back at Puck.

"I'll call you later," she said shutting the door.

Puck started the truck again as he watched Rachel get safely inside her house before he backed out and headed home. Regardless of his thoughts on the situation, Puck did indeed have a duet to rehearse that he had to perform on Monday. It didn't seem like a good idea to invite Finn over to rehearse, so he was going to have to do it himself. Without Finn, and without Rachel. Without, Rachel. Now that was a scary thought.