Dear Rachel
I don't know why you're apologising to me, but thank you; I'm glad you accept my apology, even if I don't deserve it.
It's really sweet that you were concerned about me, I really am touched. I just wish I had told you so at the time.
And just so you know, I don't dislike you. And no, Santana and Brittany don't know anything about this. No one does, except us of course. Not that I blame you for fearing the worst, but I promise there is no trick, and you have nothing to be terrified of. I just wanted to say sorry.
I know I have never really talked to you properly, or given you any reason to talk to me for that matter, but that doesn't mean I don't want you too.
I never wanted to give you the impression that you can't talk to me. I was really happy to get your reply, and, although you don't have to if you don't want to, I'd love if you wrote back. Or talked to me at school, or in Glee. I promise I won't bite.
Also, I will do my best to stop the slushy facials. You shouldn't have to have gotten used to them. I'm not promising anything, but I'll try. My reputation is important to me, but not for the reasons you might think, and I guess I've been doing a lot of thinking about that.
Anyway, thank you for the reply. I'm glad you accept my apology.
Quinn Fabray