Over the weekend, after the others had left, Quinn stayed behind to spend another night. Rachel invited her over for a little while longer for some one-on-one talk time. Quinn eagerly accepted.

They were now sitting in Rachel's room, Quinn leaning against a post at the end of the bed while Rachel was rested against the headboard. A large pizza was in front of them and neither of them took a piece, waiting for it to cool.

"You know what I've been thinking?" Quinn said as she took a sip from her seventh bottle of Coke that night. Rachel averted her eyes from the pizza to look at Quinn. "Why was I such a bad person to you? We used to be best friends."

Rachel smiled. "Well, when Santana came to the Elementary school, we sort of drifted apart..." she said, pulling some cheese off the crust and popping it into her mouth. "Then, when Brittney came in eighth grade, we grew apart completely."

Quinn nodded slowly. "I suppose... But we would have so much fun when we were younger."

"Remember the time when you squirted a whole thing of super glue into Jacob Ben Israel's chair in second grade and he got stuck?" Rachel giggled out, biting her lip.

"Ooh! I loved in fourth grade when we were planning to vandalize Puck's tree house but you got caught on the fence and his dad had to help you down." Rachel blushed. "You had a rip all the way up your skirt. His mom had to sew it while you stood there in a pair of his jeans!" Quinn laughed, wiping away tears.

Rachel smiled, pulling a slice of pizza out of the box. "That's not as bad as the time when we were biking past Finn's house and they threw paint balloons at us. They got one on your head and your hair was tinted purple for a week and a half," she said, smiling triumphantly at Quinn.

"But I always regretted losing you as a friend. Santana and Brittney never did the things you did. They didn't make me laugh to make me do stupid things that ended up being really fun. I got just got into trouble. I bet you a thousand dollars that if I had stayed friends with you, I wouldn't have gotten pregnant." Rachel chewed her pizza slowly. "I always wish I'd stayed friends with you, all the time. Even if it meant making you be a Cheerio, or making me be like-"

"Me."

"I just, Rachel, I'm-"

The small girl interrupted her. "Forget it. We're friends now and that's what counts. Have some pizza."

As the two girls were just about to grab the last pieces of pizza, Rachel heard a key in the door. They both froze. "Rachel!?" She looked to the door slowly. "Rachel, we're home!"

Slowly, the two girls rose from the bed and walked down the hall to the top of the stairs. Her two fathers were standing there with their suitcases and shopping bags. "Hi, Daddy," she said, hugging the two men. "Dad, Daddy, you remember Quinn Fabray, don't you?"

She looked back to the blonde who was descending the stairs cautiously. Quinn stood next to Rachel. "Of course we do! Quinn, so good to see you!" One of Rachel's fathers embraced her tightly. "And what's this? A baby? Well, congratulations, Quinn, darling."

"...Oh, um, thank you, Mr. Berry," she said, smiling as best she could through her fear.

He waved his hand once. "Please, call me Lyle. He's Mr. berry."

Lyle nodded to his partner, who stuck out his hand. "And you can call me Michael," he said in a formal voice. "I think you've known me long enough to be past that stage of calling me Mr. Berry." She shook his hand. "I think it's wonderful you're pregnant. Boy or girl?"

"Oh, a girl." They smiled. "But I'm not keeping her."

Michael and Lyle nodded slowly. "Well, that's okay. You're young, what, sixteen? Rachel's cousin recently had a baby and had to give him up, but she's going to keep in contact with him," Michael said, his hand squeezing Quinn's softly. "But you'll be fine. Rachel's mother was a teen mom as well, she was very brave. I know you're a strong girl. You can do it."

Quinn's chin quivered. She then stepped toward Michael, wrapping her arms around his middle. Everyone froze-Michael wasn't a very touchy-feely man, but after a moment, he rested his arms, embracing her tightly and soon, Quinn began to cry.
~*~

The two girls were now sitting in front of the fireplace, wrapped up in blankets while sipping hot chocolate; it was March and there was rain pouring down the windows like a waterfall over rocks.

"I believe what my dad said, Quinn," Rachel whispered over the rim of her mug. "You're strong. You'll be able to give up the baby."

Quinn shrugged, licking the melted marshmallow off her top lip. "I guess, but Puck will never agree to it. He wants me to keep her. Even his mom does..."

"Well, I can have a little chat with him, I suppose," she said, giggling once into her hot chocolate.

"He's not talking to anyone except the boys." Rachel brow furrowed. "Because of the... The thing?"

Rachel nodded slowly. "Of course." Quinn made an annoyed face. "I suppose I should apologize to him about that." Quinn chewed on her lip. "I mean, I was a little unfair to all of them."

"No, no, you weren't. I'm not trying to keep you from saying sorry, but, they're just being jerks. You just put them in a music video, it's not like you made out with all of them and announced it to the world."

Rachel snorted. "Thank God. Jesse would never forgive me if I did." Quinn nodded solemnly. "But I feel like I should, sort of, well, not win them back, but, ugh, you know what I mean?"

"Oh, yes, I do know." Quinn smiled deviously. "And I know exactly who you should go to for help..."
~*~

Quinn sent Rachel to Mike and Matt on the Monday morning after their two-night sleepover at Rachel's house. She had pointed them out among the crowd of lingering students who didn't yet want to go to class. "Just ask them. You know them, Rachel," she said, pulling her backpack out of her car and hanging it on her shoulder. "They're so chill, they'll want to help you. Mike hates when there is tension. It throws off the energy."

Rachel raised her eyebrow at Quinn, hugging her arms around herself. Her baggy sweater hung on her frame. It was the first time in years Rachel was wearing something that didn't look like it belonged on a five year old. The beige, knitted sweater hung below her hips and hid the curves of her torso. "Throws off the energy."

Quinn shrugged. "It's a ninja thing," she said as if it was an everyday thing to say before she flashed Rachel a quick smile and flounced off to her first period class.

She was slightly dreading it, because it was the class that she shared with Puck, the class that they sat next to each other in. When she walked into the classroom, Puck was already sitting there with a binder in front of him as he tapped his pencil anxiously and glued his eyes to the door. Quinn said nothing as she sat down and took out her homework, making sure all her answers were correct before the teacher would collect it.

"Are you still not talking to me?" he asked in a small voice, his hand sliding across the table slightly to attempt to cover hers.

Quinn slid his hand away. "Have you apologized to Rachel yet?" Puck cleared his throat. "Then, yes, I'm still not talking to you."

"Come on, Quinn, that's not fair."

"I've said it before and I've said it again. It's not fair to her either."

Puck slammed his fist on the desk once. "God damn it, Quinn…" he mumbled just as the teacher came into the room and the last few students dashed in before the bell sounded.

"Hello, everyone, how are you?" she said, placing her books on the desk in the front of the room.

"Terrible," Puck grumbled to himself and Quinn rolled her eyes. "My girlfriend won't talk to me…"

"Grow up."
~*~

It was about time for glee practice... Everyone was regretting it—even Mr. Schuster—who was walking as slow as he could to the choir room.

Rachel was, of course, the first on there, and she was sitting smack in the middle of the makeshift stage that was against the wall. There were twelve chairs around her, all of them empty. She was fine with that. She wanted some time to think. She needed some time to think. Everything was better with Puck, she knew that for sure because, honestly, if they weren't, why did he let her kiss his cheek? It's all there. Rachel sighed and continued on with her wondering. She knew for a fact that Finn was going to be a difficult person to have to apologize to. He was sensitive and caring, thoughtful and polite, but when it came to forgiving and forgetting, he was mean, rude and as subtle as a gun when showing anger.

She was just about to find a way to get him to forgive her when Puck plopped himself in the seat next to her. His hands were resting on his thighs as he lazily leaned back on the plastic chair. "So... When are you going to tell Quinn that everything's all good between us?"

"I don't know, when she's here, why?"

He shrugged, running a hand over his Mohawk. "No reason... I just hate when she's mad at me..." Rachel smiled. "No, not like that, Berry. When she's mad, she doesn't talk to me. I hate that."

She nodded slowly, noting that Quinn came marching into the room, carefully setting herself down in the chair on Rachel's other side, giving Puck a sly glare. "Hey, Rach," she said cheerfully when her direction was turned to the small brunette.

"Hey, Quinn..." Puck subtly poked her hip and she jumped slightly, sighing with impatience. "Quinn, I just wanted to tell you that everything is better between Noah and I. We're not fighting anymore."

The blonde's eyebrow shot into the air. "Oh, really?" she leered skeptically. Rachel nodded. "So, he apologized to you, did he?"

Puck froze, his face falling into the saddest look Rachel had ever seen anyone give her. It made her want to cry. She almost did cry, but she held herself. "Um... Yeah, he did. He apologized to me," she said with a very convincing tone to her voice.

Quinn's eyebrow shot up. "Oh? ...What did he say?"

"Uh... Um..." Rachel stuttered, glancing at Puck for a moment, scared.

"I said that I was being a colossal ass and that I was overreacting and I was really sorry for making her upset."

A smile spread across Quinn's face, one of relief and satisfaction. "Well, I know you're lying..." Puck and Rachel slumped in their chairs. "...But, I'm not mad at you anymore, Puck... I'm over it."

"Really?"

Quinn rose from her chair and stepped around Rachel to press her lips against Puck's. He was surprised, shocked even. Although Quinn was living in his house and they were sort of in a relationship since they were having a baby, they'd never addressed that it was such a thing. She just made it official, he supposed. At that moment, Finn walked into the choir room, a sickening look spreading over his face as he looked at his best friend and his ex-girlfriend kissing in front of him.

"Everybody, let's have a seat." The four of them jumped as Mr. Schuster came marching into the room with the rest of the glee club following close behind. "I have a new assignment for the week, just give me a minute to photocopy these and I'll be back in a few."

Everyone shuffled to their seats, all of them giving Rachel different looks; a range of soft smiles and mini ninja poses. It all made her laugh. "Hey, Rachel," Mercedes said, leaning forward in her seat so she could speak to the small brunette. "My mom's having a party on Friday night and she said to invite who ever I wanted. You wanna come?"

"Who... Who's going to be there?" she said in an uncertain voice, turning in her chair and looking up at Mercedes.

She was quiet for a moment. "Eh, not a lot of people; you, me, Kurt, the girls, I might invite Santana and Brittney, but I'm not sure... So, can you come?"

Rachel nodded and was about to say something when Mr. Schuster came waltzing back in the the choir room. "Okay, guys, so I've been thinking about doing the assignment for about three weeks, I just never got a round to it." He walked to the whiteboard, picking up a dry erase marker and scribbling something down on the board. Idol. "What do you think of when you see or hear this word?"

Kurt instantly answered. "Madonna."

"Aretha Franklin," Mercedes said after him.

Rachel followed after with "Barbra Streisand."

Mr. Schuster nodded. "Alright guys, these are good... Uh, Puck? What about you? What's an idol for you? Maybe your Dad? He was a singer, right?"

"Yeah," Puck said, his voice cold and hard. "But not an idol to me." Mr. Schuster looked at him expectantly. "Aerosmith, dude. They've got some pretty hardcore stuff. Have you heard Dream On? That's epic as shit, man."

"Alright, that's good, that's good." Mr. Schuster looked around the room. "Has anyone seen Jesse? Is he not in school today?

"Uh, I saw him earlier," Finn said, shaking his hand through his hair. "But, I'm pretty sure he left. He went to the nurse during math looking like he was going to barf..."

Rachel was silent. "Oh, alright," Mr. Schuster said, dismissing the subject as if it weren't a big deal. He looked to Quinn. "What about you?"

She didn't answer. She just sat there for a moment, , chewing on her bottom lip. A few minutes passed by until she came up with an answer. "I have to say that, for me, I'm a big fan of Simon and Garfunkel. When I first found out I was pregnant, I listened to Bridge Over Troubled Water. I felt it very helpful through the difficult times and I still listen to it when I feel sad or something..."

They all looked at her with soft faces, Rachel reaching over and squeezing her and lightly. "I like them, too," she said quietly and Quinn smiled.

The room was silent after Quinn gave her excerpt on her idol, or in her case, idols. No one knew what to say after her sad story. "Well, everyone, this is what I want to do. You have to pick your favorite song by that artist, or idol and you have to perform it by the end of the week." Everyone did small cheers, highfiving each other and nodding their heads. "But, I want this to be big. You should dress like your idol and try to show us how connected you are with this person. Do your best to tell us how this person, or idol, has changed your outlook on life."

"Uh, Mr. Schuster, we don't have to come to school wearing these outfits, do we?" Tina suddenly said, an unsure look on her face. "I think that if I come to school dressed as Lady Gaga, I'll get more than a Slushee thrown in my face."

"Nope, just for practice..." Everyone sighed, relieved. "But... I do think that there will be a little surprise at the end of this... Maybe."

The bell rang and everyone started standing up to leave. "I want you planning and I want a copy of the sheet music on my desk by Wednesday, people! Wednesday! This means you've got two days!"

The glee club started filing out of the room, some chatting about what singer they were going to do, some talking about how this was the dumbest assignment ever. Mr. Schuster turned toward the piano, rifling through some papers and didn't notice that Quinn had stayed behind. Once everyone had left, she stood up and approached Mr. Schuster. "Uh, excuse me, Mr. Schue? I have a question," she said slowly, clutching her binder to her chest.

"Yeah, sure, Quinn." He turned back around from the piano to face the young teen with a smile spread across his face. "What's up?"

"Well... Simon and Garfunkel are men... I connect with their music, not to them personally... What should I do?"

Mr. Schuster placed his thumb under his chin and rested his fingers over his lips. "I think I have an idea. Do you have a song in mind that you wanted to sing?"

She nodded. "There was a song I recently found... I forget what it's called." She pulled out her iPod from her bag and scanned her playlist until she found the song, then showed Mr. Schuster the screen.

"Oh, yeah, I definitely have an idea." She bit her lip. "I want to show you something, Quinn. Come with me."

The two people walked out of the choir room, down the hall, through the Spanish room and into his office. "Have a seat, Quinn," he said when she just stood there. "I was looking through a few Simon and Garfunkel songs a couple days ago when I stumbled on this. "He turned his laptop to face her so she could see the video he'd played. "I think this could work."

Quinn watched the video for a moment, and then, she smiled.

There. Hope you liked it. The people who I pictured as Rachel's dads are on my picture blog. Link on my profile. Please review. They make for faster updates. Seriously.