Quinn quietly walked down the hall of the hotel, on the same floor as her room. She headed towards Finn's room, which was difficult because she was trying not to get caught by Mr. Schue. She counted the doors, mentally remembering that Puck and Finn's room was beside Kurt's. She smiled slyly when she found the door she was looking for. She brought her fist up to it and connected it with the fancy wooden door. She made sure the knock wasn't too loud, but wished she could slam her fist against it, because she was mad.

Finn grumbled and looked over at Puck who was snuggled face first into his pillow. There was no chance the mohawked jock was going to get the door. Finn pushed back his blankets and rubbed his eyes as he spun himself to the side of the bed, his legs hanging off. The knock repeated itself, as Quinn's fist connected with the door yet again. He pushed his feet flat onto the floor and pried himself out of bed, cursing the person on the other side of the door. He dragged himself toward the now repetitive knocking, he tiredly opened the door, revealing a pissed off blonde.

"Quinn?" his voice was raspy, and groggy.

"Have you and Puck switched places?"

Finn raised his eyebrow and cleared his throat. "What are you talking about? And what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Quinn looked down the hall and noticed a flashlight, dawning closer. She pushed Finn into his room and hurried inside closing the door behind her.

"Getting Rachel drunk and then leading her on, I never thought that was you're...style. I expect that from Puck, but I thought you were better than that." She looked into Finn's eyes and noticed them widen a little bit.

"She told you?"

Quinn stepped closer toward the jock, who didn't seem like it was a big deal so he remained standing where he was.

"Do you remember by any chance what happened to me when I-"

Finn swallowed hard and placed his hand gently on Quinn's arm. "Is Rachel preg-"

Quinn shook her head, "But what the hell were you thinking! She deserved better than that Finn!"

"First off if Rachel remembered we were safe, and-"

"That's not the point!" Quinn said. She yanked her arm away from Finn's touch. Her tone was louder then intended and they heard Puck stir in his bed. Quinn focused on Finn again and narrowed her eyes.

"Why would you do that to her?"

"We were both drunk, and why are you protecting her anyway? I thought you hated her?"

"I don't hate her...trust me on that. And because you really hurt her and she deserves better than that." Quinn's tone went louder as she talked "She deserves someone who-"

Finn shifted his head to the side and looked into Quinn's eyes, causing the blonde to cut herself off. He studied her and he knew Quinn pretty well, he knew a lot just by one look in her eyes. After dating her for a long while he picked up a lot that had to deal with the blonde.

"You like her..." Finn said, his eyes looking at her softly.

She froze on the spot and her body stiffened. Finn sensed he was right based on her reaction. A smile played with his lips and he began to laugh. Quinn clenched her jaw and swallowed hard, this was one of the reasons she wanted to hide how she felt, hide that she was gay because she couldn't stand the laughing, or whatever people would do instead.

She had heard that love was beyond pain that it could beat out all the hurt. It was the closest thing humans had to magic. Of course she was also told that love is worth a lot, and sometimes people would risk losing a lot, to gain the one they love. Quinn wanted Rachel, but she wasn't sure if she could face everything else that would come with that.

"You should have treated her better, no wonder she dumped you." Quinn mumbled.

Finn laughed. "And you think she'd ever be with you? She's straight Quinn...last time I checked you were too."

"I am..." Quinn was beginning to get use to the numb feeling that filled her every time she lied about who she was to everyone and even herself. "...and for your information I'm just sticking up for a friend. What you did was a dick move."

Puck stirred in his bed yet again and his eyes began to open. He leaned up in his bed, "What's going on?" he choked out.

Both Finn and Quinn ignored him and stared at each other, with glares that could kill if it was possible.

"I didn't intentionally get her drunk just to-"

"No but you've always been responsible enough to...you know what I'm wasting my breath."

Finn nodded, "Rachel's a big girl she can deal with-"

Finn's words cut off as Quinn's fist clocked the side of his jaw. It wasn't her best punch by far but it worked.

"What the fuck!" Finn yelled, and Quinn shook her hand slightly, her knuckles were already beginning to get red and swell up. When people talk about punching or when you watch a fight scene in a movie, they never warn you about the pain you'd get in return.

"That was epic!" Puck said staring at them both as if he was watching a movie, all he was missing was the popcorn.

"Rachel is weaker then you, and also to nice to stand up to you...I however am not." Quinn said, sending Finn one last hard glare. She swiftly turned around so her back was facing him, she held her composer and walked out of the boys' hotel room, slamming the door behind her not giving a damn if she got in trouble.

She hurried down the hall and passed her room, she wasn't sure where she was going but her legs directed her and she allowed them to. She pressed the down button for the elevator and waited patiently for it, even though she was afraid of getting caught...by Mr. Schuester anyway. The elevator made a soft ding and slowly opened.

She shuffled her way inside and pressed the button she wanted. The doors began to close. She leaned up against the side of the elevator; her hands clenched the silver bar against the wall. Her knuckles stung as she put a little bit of presser on them, she was beginning to think punching Finn was a stupid idea, even if he did deserve it. The elevator finally hit the ground floor and the doors opened, she stepped outside of the elevator and walked toward the hotel restaurant hoping someone was there and could give her some ice.

A young guy who smiled at her when she drew closer to the bar was wiping out some cups with a small towel. He had short black hair and a hard jaw line. He had cheekbones that stood out, and light pinks lips. He had tanned skin and his black wife-beater clung to his chest, making it obvious that he was built. His biceps showed thanks to the shirt, and most girls would go crazy for him but Quinn found herself not checking him out at all.

"We're closed but...what can I get you?" He asked. He smiled at the blonde again and soft dimples complimented his cheeks. His deep dark brown eyes-that were almost black- stared into her and as she looked into them all she could think of was how much better Rachel's chestnut colored eyes were.

"Do you have some ice or an ice pack by any chance?"

The young guy sent her another smile. He sat down the towel and the glass and leaned on the top of the bar, his arms resting on the surface.

"We might have one, in the back somewhere."

"Well...do you think I can have it?" She asked brushing some of her hair behind her ears. He watched her do so and for a second their eyes connected.

He leaned a bit closer and Quinn nervously shifted.

"Why do you need it?" the blonde could sense the flirtatious tone in his voice and she inhaled sharply.

"I punched my ex-boyfriend in the face."

He drew his lips together forming a tight line and he backed up taking his arms off of the bars surface.

"What'd he do?" he asked, as he returned to the job he had been doing with the cups.

"He hurt someone I really care about...now can I get that ice pack?"

The guy became less defensive once he found out why she hit her ex. "I'll tell you what, I'll give you the ice pack if you tell me your name."

Quinn looked at his name tag which read Erik. Her attention fell from the name tag and down to her red puffy knuckles.

"Quinn. Now can I get that ice pack...please?"

He smiled and nodded. He slowly disappeared into the back and the blonde rolled her eyes. He was a nice guy, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with his flirty tactics. He soon returned with that charming smile on his face, and an ice pack in hand.

"Here you go." He said, handing it over to the Cheerio.

"Thanks."

He smiled again, this time revealing all his pearly white teeth. Quinn wanted to feel something, she wanted to be charmed, attracted to him even turned on by his model like looks but she wasn't, and it bugged her. She got passed one step, which was admitting to herself that she was gay, but now she still had to push over the feeling she had of being ashamed, and wanting to be the girl who use to date the most popular guys in school again, and deal with not getting off and not being attracted to them. She held the ice pack over her throbbing knuckles and walked away. She wasn't sure how late, or early it was. She ball parked that it was between 3am and 4am. The blonde didn't send Erik a second glance she just walked away, heading toward somewhere that definitely wasn't her room.

Once again she allowed her legs and subconscious to lead the way. As she walked through the hotel she reached her destination, not really knowing why she was there. She slid open the doors and closed them behind her. She looked at the pool for a second before walking. She headed over to the edge of the pool and sat down.

She brought her legs up to her chest and rolled up her pants to just above the knee. The blonde shifted herself, and allowed her legs to hang over the side into the water. The only light that was in the room was from four little lights, which were on square posts that were located close to the corner of the walls. The light reflected on top of the water, making it look pretty. She moved her foot causing some waves, and as the water moved the light bounced off of each tiny wave. She watched it for a while, trying to relax as she watched the patterns the water made with every jerk of movement her foot made she took in and let out a lot of deep breaths.

The doors for the pool began to open and she snapped her head toward the door, if she turned her head a bit faster she could have sworn she would have gotten whiplash. Her eyes landed on the one person she didn't want to see right now, mainly because she was trying to relax herself from the constant hours she had already spent with the smaller girl.

Rachel sat down beside Quinn and as she did she placed her hand on Quinn's upper thigh so she would keep her balance. She didn't want to fall in again. Quinn's eyes traveled down to the small, yet cute hand. Once Rachel was done shifting herself into a comfortable position beside the blonde her hand still rested on Quinn's leg.

"Why are you here?" Quinn asked, forcing her attention away from Rachel's hand.

"I couldn't sleep and I noticed the bed seemed kind of empty, so I came looking for you. Quinn are you okay?"

Quinn almost choked on the air she was breathing, if at all possible. She couldn't wrap her head around what Rachel had said. The bed had seemed empty...she actually paid enough attention to even notice? Quinn raised an eyebrow at her own thoughts. That seems creepy yet sweet at the same time, is that even possible? Quinn turned her head and looked at Rachel. It's Berry it probably is possible.

"Quinn?" she whispered the blonde's name, and the tone she had used sent shivers down the back of Quinn's neck.

"Uh...what?" Quinn said, not noticing she had been staring at Rachel the whole time.

"Are you okay you seem-"

"I'm fine, I just..." when did I ever become lost with my own words? Quinn raised her hand not sure what to say so she took the easy root. She felt like a baby holding out their stuffed toy to show everyone.

"What in the world did you do to your hand?"

"It...I..." Quinn forced a laugh to ease some of the awkwardness that she was creating. "You should see Finn's face." Was all Quinn could think of, instead of mentally hitting herself she brought her hand up to her forehead and hit it lightly. But she winced in pain and cursed at herself when she realized she had used her injured hand to do so.

Rachel's eyes stared at the blonde, and Quinn felt like she could snap her fingers in front of Rachel and she wouldn't even notice. The diva reached out slowly, as if she was reluctant. She gently grabbed Quinn's injured hand and brought it closer to her. She grabbed the ice pack which had been sitting in between them and placed it on Quinn's hand. The blonde wasn't even sure when she had sat the ice pack there, but she didn't care at this moment. Her chest began to vibrate due to her pounding heart. Whenever she was around Rachel she became more aware of her bodily functions. Racing heart, sweaty palms, goosebumps, shaky breaths, shivers and many other body behaviours she wouldn't recognise on a daily basis.

"Please tell me that was a sad attempt at a joke Quinn Fabray." Rachel pressed the ice pack a little harder on Quinn's hand making the blonde bite her lip in pain. "Please tell me you did not actually hit Finn."

"Do I have to shove my injured hand in your face again to prove that I did?"

Rachel let out a sigh, and after knowing Rachel for many years she knew it was her 'I'm disappointed in you' sigh.

"What possessed you to punch Finn?"

"Just leave it alone Berry." Her tone was harsh. Quinn began to pull her hand away from Rachel's hold but the diva placed her other hand on it as well, making it almost impossible for Quinn to yank her hand away, unless she used more strength which would either hurt her hand or wind up knocking Rachel into the pool.

"Why do you always do that?" Quinn looked at Rachel and raised an eyebrow confused by the question. "Why do you always begin to open yourself up to me and then shut me out in a heartbeat? I thought we were becoming friends and I thought you were changing into someone I was actually becoming fond of. But you're still the same Quinn Fabray. I'm not asking you to tell me your life story I was simply asking why you punched Finn but if you're so-"

"You talk too much." Quinn said, interrupting. A small smiled played with the blonde's lips. She actually loved it when Rachel was pissed off, she found it hot and it made her blood boil, in a different way.

"And I didn't mean to insult you Rachel...and truth be told I haven't changed, sometimes my wall just lowers around you, and you get to see the real me. And I'm sorry for closing myself up afterwards, it's just I haven't really been open with anyone before." Why am I telling her this? Quinn thought, she didn't want to open up, it was as if Rachel carried a bucket of explosives around and busted through her inner walls, causing Quinn to involuntarily open up.

Rachel smiled, happy that her rant succeeded. "You still didn't answer my question." The brunette playfully stated.

"I was pissed off at him..."

"For what?"

"Hurting you..."

Rachel's eyes widened and her hands tightened around the blonde's hand in affection, but she immediately retracted them when Quinn winced.

"You should get that looked at."

"It's fine."

Quinn shifted her foot in the water again, making more tiny waves. She smiled as she watched the patterns it made. Rachel watched the blonde in complete silence, there was something about Quinn that drew her in. She saw Quinn smile brightly at the water in front of them, and the smile caused Rachel's stomach to flop. She turned her head away from the blonde and stared at the water, enjoying the silence and the company.

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A/N: the only reason the pregnancy scare was in the story was to bring Faberry closer together :) also thank you for not giving up on this story. There's a lot more to come, so hope you're enjoying the story so far. Please Review I love hearing what ya'll think :)