It wasn't the best weekend of Rachel Berry's life, by a long stretch. But even a break-up with her fiancé wasn't going to stop her from walking around the halls of McKinley with her head held high. The only time she would ever skip school were for the really big things, like…

Visiting Quinn in hospital.

Rachel was there every day while the blonde recovered. She missed three days of school when Quinn was still in her coma; she couldn't bear the thought of leaving her side. When she eventually came round, Quinn insisted that she go to school.

Rachel didn't know how she managed it, but somehow the blonde could still channel the HBIC even when paralysed on a hospital bed. The brunette wasn't fazed by it; she was just grateful to be having a conversation with her friend.

My...how things have changed, Rachel thought. She was still sad about Finn, but not…devastated. She always thought that if she were to break up with Finn again, she wouldn't be able to bounce back. It was hard enough the last time, but this time it's…different.

This time, someone else in love with her. She is wanted by someone else…and not Jacob Ben Israel, but Quinn Fabray.

Santana's words from Saturday were still ringing in her ears…

"I'm not sure if you're fully gay Berry, but deep down, I know you have the hots for Q. You just haven't realised it."

Rachel's thoughts were interrupted by the sight of blonde hair, making its way through the crowd. There were still five minutes until class and Quinn didn't reply to her last text, so it was only right for Rachel to check on her friend and apologise for her behaviour on Friday. She took a deep breath and made her way over to Quinn, who had rolled to a stop at her locker.

"Hi, Quinn"

The blonde obviously didn't see Rachel coming because her head shot up at her voice. Her eyes widened and a slight blush crept up her cheeks.

Rachel always thought her Glee team-mate was beautiful, but looking at her now she just seemed…even more so. If that was even possible.

"H…Hi Rach." Quinn managed a quirk of a smile.

That was encouraging, Rachel thought. At least Quinn didn't hate her. She leaned in so the blonde could hear her better.

"I'm…so sorry about what happened on Friday night, Quinn. You have to know that…it was rude and…"

"Completely understandable. I'm sorry too, Rach. I shouldn't have sprung that on you. It's just with everything that's happened lately, you know…" Quinn dipped her head and fidgeted in her lap.

"No, Quinn, it was uncalled for. I should have given you a chance…to explain. I'm just glad you don't hate me after the way I acted."

Quinn snapped her head up immediately to look at Rachel. "I could never hate you Rach. It's quite the opposite…"

Rachel felt her breath hitch at Quinn's intense look. Her stomach flipped, those hazel eyes literally took her breath away. She felt warmth rushing up to her cheeks…

"Are…you okay? You know after Finn…"

It took Rachel a few seconds to register that words were coming out of Quinn's mouth. She tried to shake away her haze. "Um…yeah. You know, things haven't been right since the…wedding day. And on Saturday he was pressuring me to get married again, and…I just couldn't. Not now that…"

The bell rang.

"Not now what, Rach?"

Rachel clamped her mouth shut to prevent any more words coming out. What the hell was that? "I…I have to go to class. I'll see you in Glee, Quinn."

Rachel offered a smile, as wide and genuine as she could muster, and turned the other way. She lamented her lack of filter…really, what was she about to say to Quinn? Her mouth ran away before her brain could even catch up. She walked to class as quickly as she could.

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Quinn sat there, dumbstruck. Was Rachel really about to say what she thinks she was?

As she wheeled her way to class, she couldn't shake the feeling that…maybe her feelings for Rachel could be returned. Maybe Rachel wasn't fully aware yet. There was no denying their chemistry and Rachel obviously cared about her a lot. Maybe…just maybe…

She decided. She was going to bite the bullet again. Why not? Life's too short.

She is Quinn Fucking Fabray, and dammit…she's gonna do whatever it takes to try and get her girl.

Quinn pulled out her phone, and called Puck.