Quinn tensed up immediately on the cold bench as Miss Haddie stepped away. She wasn't nervous or worried about see Rachel, she was pissed at how tightly Stan seemed to be hold her arm. There better not be any bruises in the morning or ol' Stan will be walking with a limp, Quinn thought with renewed malice, I should stop threatening Stan in my head, he is only doing his job and maybe I can sweet talk him in to bringing Rachel a water.

"Here you are Rachel Berry, your palace awaits you," Stan released her arm and took out his keys. "If you need anything, clap three times and run your hands along the bars," Stan whispered into Rachel's ear so no one else could hear him, "good luck little one." He held the door open waiting for Rachel to find her stride to enter the cell.

"As much as I hate your jokes about my slight stature I will let that slide and you may regret offering me that kind code to safety as I believe I will be clapping all night. Stanley, it has been a pleasure, please keep my fathers' telephone number on hand, also, I haven't yet penned a will but I would like to be cremated and spread outside The Broadway Theatre, the birth place of my very passion. Side note, if you could possibly get some of me inside. like where no one would vacuum me up, I would be eternally grateful. Are you writing this down, this is important because I can assure you I will not survive this night."

"Three claps and I'll be here to save you from the Ice Queen, now get your little butt in there and gain some character from a real diva," Stan slapped her shoulder lightly waited until she was all the way into the cell and shut the door behind her. Rachel whipped around, clapped three times, grasped the bars with both hands and shoved her face in between them.

"Stan, one more thing! Actually two, one, if you could also include in my tentative will, Brittany S. Pierce can have my bedspread, throw pillows and desk accessories and basically anything in our room BUT! Kurt Hummel gets my autographed Wicked poster along with my record collection and Barbra DVD box set. Two, what happens if I have to pee?"

"We will tackle that obstacle when we get to it alright, have fun!" With that Stan walked away whistling and swinging his keys.

With her face still scrunched in between the bars, Rachel squeezed her eyes at tight as they could go, took two very deep breaths and turned around slowly.

Well this doesn't look too gross, except I should probably stand clear of that passed out girl in the corner, I bet that's what that smell is, Rachel thought as she surveyed the cell starting on the left side. I better not look to the right side of this cage, making eye contact with Quinn might make me faint and Stan would certainly make fun of me if I started clapping twenty seconds in. Rachel continued her slow observation of the cell. Her eyes fell on a very large black.. person sitting on one of the two benches. Her/his boa was very pretty and looked extremely soft. The booze in her system almost made her reach out and touch it, but she had more sober will power so her arm stayed in place, tightly held at her side. The large person had their huge arm wrapped around her nightmare. This is perfect, Rachel thought, Quinn won over the inmates, I bet they are plotting an uprising against me. Their shanks have got to be pristine and perfectly crafted. She took a step back, afraid of being stabbed. With her back flush up against the bars, Quinn finally lifted her head to look at her. Rachel closed her eyes willing for the hundredth time that this was all just a dream.

"Well hello there little muffin," Miss Haddie chimed gliding towards Rachel with her arms outstretched, "how about all of us get acquainted with your cute little self."

"As enticing as that sounds I will not partake in any jail house romp. I will not be dropping any soap or becoming anyone's bitch. The environment is questionable but sexuality is not. I kindly reject your offer as I prefer to remain where I am for the duration of my stay here," Rachel said in one breath, tightening her hold on the bars behind her. Miss Haddie wore a confused, amusing expression and took a moment to glance back at Quinn, raising her eyebrows in question. Quinn responded to the nonverbal question with an I told you so look and a slight shake of her head.

"As buttery as you are baby cakes, I'm not in to that kind of thing, but how kind of you for thinking of it first. I was just hoping to get your name and your story so we can be chummy." Miss Haddie offered a small reassuring smile to Rachel, but she was busy peaking around Miss Haddie's tall body at Quinn.

"My name is Rachel Berry. I have life insurance and one of my dad's is a lawyer. I have recently acquired quite a few friends who would know if I was missing. I don't start fights because I never win them. I follow rules, well except for the one I broke to land myself in here. I don't.."

"Okay Mighty Mouse, I'm not going to hurt you and hide the evidence, we are all friends here," Miss Haddie gestured with her hand and offered another smile.

"What is your name?" Rachel whispered, tugging Miss Haddie's shoulder and bringing her down to her level.

"You can call me Miss Haddie or Miss H sweet thing, pleased to meet you."

"It's a pleasure Miss Haddie and I believe that you are a lovely human being but someone upstairs is playing a cruel joke on me tonight and I have to tell you that I am most certainly not in the company of friends. Do you see that girl on the bench over there? Yes, well she is the reincarnation of like Voldemort or someone equally mean, no, she is definitely the girl version of Draco Malfoy, they both have blonde hair. OhmyGod! It all makes sense now." Rachel was lost in her mind for a second before Miss Haddie brought her back.

"Honey child what are you rambling about?"

"Quinn Fabray," Rachel not to subtly pointed, "she is evil in human form I promise you. She probably used a mind trick to make you like her so she could use you to turn on me and yet again make my life hell where ever I am!" She was losing it, her voice was getting louder and louder, her fisted hands were turning white and her eyes swam with fury. Kathy noticed before anyone else and sprang from the bench approached Rachel.

"Hello," Kathy extended hr hand, "I'm Kathy, now Rachel why don't you tell us about that off-Broadway play you've been auditioning for."

"How did you know about that?" Rachel asked skeptically but visibly calmed herself down.

"Oh come on, your a future star, everyone knows about you."

"Really, oh wow, that's so neat, well if you are familiar with Oliver, the play is a clever twist, no pun intended, on the classic tale. It's kind of like Oliver meets Annie really. The two come together and wreak havoc on the streets and the original songs are to die for and the costume designer is a cousin to the best friend of one of my dad's partners at the firm, so not only do I have an in, my voice during my audition was spot on. Plus," Rachel fully released her grip on the bars and did a little spin in her sequenced top and orange crocs, "I would look phenomenal in red hair and a gray tattered outfit, am I wrong?"

"Oh muffin, you are most certainly not wrong!" Miss Haddie said clapping and jumping as Rachel still elegantly spun in her clunky shoes. Stan peaked up from his desk as the sound of clapping, but calmed immediately when he saw Rachel smiling and spinning.

"Wow there," Kathy said catching Rachel as she stumbled.

"It's these damn macaroni shoes. Hey! How come you got to keep your shoes, mine were the exact same!" Rachel was beginning to raise her voice again while pointing at Miss Haddie's shoes.

"I am not nearly as sloshy as you are, plus diva gets what she wants, and I wanted these shoes."

"I'm a diva too," Rachel said pouting.

"Of course you are, now how about we go take a seat on a bench real quick alright." Kathy guided Rachel towards the bench, but stopped when she felt tiny hands squeeze her forearm.

"Kathy wait, can we go sit on that other one please?" Rachel's eye were pleading Kathy. She also noticed the slight hint of fear, so she lead Rachel to the opposite bench.

During their entire exchange. Quinn was staring laser beams at the back of Kathy's head. She stood directly in front of Rachel, blocking Quinn's entire view of Rachel. She would only catch little bits of Rachel's arms as they flung around when she talked, she couldn't even fully make out the words even though they were in such a tiny space. After a few minutes Quinn slumped back on the bench and waited for it to be over. She pinched her cheeks and wiped off the makeup she was sure had run down her face. Finally the powwow was over and the three of them turned towards her. Quinn's eyes instantly shot to Rachel's, but they were downcast making an honest effort to not look up at Quinn at all. Quinn was a little bit more defeated when Kathy steered Rachel to the other bench a few feet away.

This is too weird, Quinn thought, she is right there is front of me and I can't do anything. Ugh why do my social skills only work when I need to be a bitch.

Miss Haddie returned to Quinn's bench but Kathy stayed with Rachel.

"Now or never baby," Miss Haddie nudged her shoulder.

"Alright I'm going, I'm going." With a few yoga breaths she stood up and with four steps she was standing in directly front of Rachel.