Hey beautiful people. I'm in a mood for writing so here it is another chapter. Hope you guys enjoy it. Have fun!

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CHAPTER SEVEN – MY FAVORITE SONG.

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"Hey, Fabray! Where have you been? Britt and I waited for you in the lockers this morning until the late bell ringed." Santana said looking angry.

"I'm sorry S, I was kind of having a heart to heart with Rachel today." I said sitting beside her in our lunch table.

"Yeah? What kind of heart to heart?" She said seeming a little less pissed, guess she was nosy enough to make her curiosity bigger than her anger.

"Hum… It's kind of an important thing. I think I need your advice." She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Shoot then."

"Well, she asked me why I sent away all the girls you introduced me…"

"Yeah, I would like to know too. That was a fine job I was making." She interrupted me and poked me I the chest. I patted her hand away.

"Shut up and let me finish then." I said angrily. It was already a hard subject for her to be bitching about other stuff.

"Alright, bitch. Keep going." I rolled my eyes as she drank her juice.

"So as I was saying, she asked me that and I said it was because I already like someone…"

"You what?!" She said now looking really pissed again. "So you gave me that fucking hard job and you already like someone? Bitch!"

"Calm down, San. God!" I said looking around. She got us some attention of ours peers. Rachel looked at me across the room with a frown, I shrugged. Since she and Finn officiated their relationship she swop our table for the footballer's. Crazy, if you ask me. What kind of shit these guys talked anyway?

"I didn't tell you because I had no intentions in ever persuading something with this person." Now Santana looked confuse. "Wait and you'll understand. Can I finish telling you about my conversation with Rachel now?" She nodded.

"Yeah, sorry. Keep going."

"So I told her I couldn't say anything for this girl because I didn't know if she likes girls and because she has a boyfriend."

"Whoa Quinn, way complicated. The girls I showed you were super fine and super gay." I sighed.

"Well, San, if you can't see for yourself I would like very much to not like a person who can't correspond my feelings." I said angrily, because Santana sure can push my buttons.

"Sorry, blondie. God, you're a damn bitch today." She said rolling her eyes. "But keep going, I think it's finally getting near to the part that it's worth listening."

"You're such a bitch, I don't know why I'm still friends with you."

"Because you love me, now keep going."

"Well, then Rachel told me that I owned to myself to tell this girl what I feel for her, since I love her."

"You what?" It was slightly the same reaction of Rachel.

"Yeah, I do." I sighed putting my head in the table.

"Wow, that's crazy shit. So what is that advice you need from me?" I stood up my head to look at her again.

"You can't go crazy, please." I pleaded because Rachel was right there, sometimes sending worried glances across the room. She was like that since this morning and I was fucking hating it; that was why I was going to ask Santana this.

"It's Rachel." I said finally.

"What about the midget?"

"Don't call her that."

"Whatever. What about her?"

"It's she."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, San. She is the girl I like."

Now that was funny. Santana eyes grew three times bigger then their normal size and her mouth hanged open and all I wanted was laugh because even though the situation was shitty, her face was priceless.

It took a moment but she finally got out of her state of shock.

"Berry?" She said voicing her disbelief.

"Yeah." I said a little shy. Not because I was ashamed to like Rachel, of course not. Rachel was the most amazing girl I have ever met. It was just a little weird finally talking about it.

"Wow Q, I showed you the finest girls of all Lima and you simply got the hots for Rachel Fucking Berry?"

"Shut up, S." I hated how bad she treated Rachel.

"Alright, fuck that. If you like the midget, whatever. What is that advice you need? If it has something with making that big empty tree she dates disappear, I'm all for it." I had to laugh at her. Santana may be crazy as hell, but in her own way she is a good friend.

"Well, after what she told me this morning I think I have to tell her, don't you?" I asked. She looked serious now.

"Not if you don't want to."

"But I guess I do." I sighed, trying a glance over where Rachel was.

"Ok. But I really hope you don't have your hopes up because Berry seems to really like Finnept." She said looking in the same way I was.

"Yeah, I know." I said sounding defeated because I really felt like that. "But I have to tell her, anyway. She is my best friend and she had been it for my whole damn life."

"Yeah, I think I understand. So what do you want my opinion for?"

"I want to know how do you think I should tell her?"

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So there I was. Four days since my conversation with Rachel in that empty room and my lunch confessions to S, finally I was at Rachel's house ready (or not so much) to tell her my feelings for her.

I had planned this day very well with the help of Santana and Puck's, even if he didn't know that. Well, he only had to distract Finn for the day, so I gave him a new game for his X-Box and that was fucking easy. Santana in the other hand helped me plan the rest. It wasn't much, but I psyched every step of the way so I really appreciate Santana's patience and not killing me.

Now I was at Rachel's bedroom. It was Saturday afternoon; she had just arrived from her dance lessons and now was in the shower. I had asked her to stay free because I really needed to tell her something important, so she complied.

While I waited I kept trying not to panic. Rachel was my best friend, she would understand. Yeah, she would.

"What have you so worked up, Quinnie?"

I almost fell from the fucking bed.

"What the fuck, Rach? You almost killed me here." She laughed at me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." She had her devil smile on her face. Liar. That was totally intentional.

"Yeah, right." I rolled my eyes, but smiled anyway. I liked playful Rachel.

And I really liked comfy Rachel as well. And fresh shower too. She looked awesome in her denim shorts and my shirt (another one). And she smelled like heaven. The heaven in my head, at least.

"So what is this that you have to tell me?" She asked sitting in her chair desk and looking at me.

I stood up from the bed and took a place in front of her. I was so damn nervous. I bit my lower lip and tried to gather the courage to move on. She looked at me strangely.

"Are you alright, Quinn?" She asked voicing her concerns. God, why can't this girl love me back? I would make her the happiest person in the fucking world. Or I would do my best at least.

"I'm fine. I just… Right, I'll just start." I was a crazy mess but I would have to shook it off and go on.

"Do you remember what you told me Wednesday in that classroom?" I asked shifting my weigh to one of my legs, because I couldn't stay put for so long, it was nerve racking.

"Yeah, sure. That you owned to yourself to be honest with the person you liked." She said seeming confused still.

"Yeah, that's it. And do you remember that new Disney movie which you talked the entire duration? The one you thought the leading guy was far inferior then the leading lady?"

"Oh, of course. His tone of voice is so forced, I don't know." She said making a disgusted face which made me chuckle.

"Yeah, this one." I said taking a deep breath. "And do you remember when you told me that when I didn't know what to say something or how to say, I should just sing about it?" She just nodded this time. Perhaps knowing where this was leading or just curious for me to go on. "So what I'll do right now has something to do with all of this questions I asked you."

She watched me in silence as I walked to her bed and retrieved my guitar from it case. I walked slowly to where I was a moment ago in front of her and, taking a deep breath, started to play the song I had choose to showcase my feeling for her.

Words don't come easy

(I started kind of unsure, but kept going.)

Without a melody

I'm always thinking

In terms of do-re-mi

I should be hiking, swimming

Laughing with you

Instead, I'm all out of tune

(Rachel smiled a little; I guess finally recognizing the song.)

But what you don't know

You lift me off of the ground

You're inspiration

You helped me find my sound

(I tried to convey what I was trying to say not just through the lyrics, but through my eyes as well, because my eyes were locked in to hers.)

Just like a baseline in half-time

You hold down the groove

That's why I'm counting on you

And if I heard you on the radio

I'd never want to change a single note

It's what I'm trying say all along

You're my favorite song

(And I smiled because this song was so appropriated. Santana hated my song choice. "Some freaking song from a Disney movie, you got be kidding me?!" Whatever, it made a lot of sense to me. Rachel was my favorite song and my favorite everything if I was honest.)

I'm in a session, writing tracks

You got another class to teach

And then rehearsal with the band

You're always one step out of reach

I'm looking for some harmony with you

It comes so naturally

You help me find the right key

(Rachel understood the message. I knew that because her eyes were kind of bigger and she seemed shocked just like when I told her that I loved someone. Well, now she knew it was her I loved.)

And when I hear you on the radio

I never want to change a single note

It's what I tried say all along

You're my favorite song

My favorite song

And when I hear you on the radio

I never want to change a single note

It's what I tried say all along

You're my favorite song

You're my favorite song

When I finished the song we just stayed there staring at each other. My heart was bumping like crazy and I was sure I was going to throw up or faint any minute soon if I didn't do anything, so I took my guitar and placed it in the case again. When I looked at Rachel she was in the same position, still staring at the place I was. I sighed sitting at her bed. It wasn't going very well, not at all. But I didn't do or say anything; I just waited for her to react.

It took a long time, but she finally looked at me again.

"Since when?" It was the first question. I knew that was coming so I just smiled sadly.

"Since we were thirteen."

"Thirteen?" Her eyes widened once again. "That long?"

"Yeah." I nodded taking my eyes to the ground.

"And what… Why… Oh God. I really don't know what to say." I looked at her and she seemed so lost. Damn it, I felt lost too.

"Me either. I just… Well, after what you said I felt that I needed to tell. Would been better if I hadn't?" I asked feeling really small. That was for sure the hardest thing I have ever done in my life.

"No, Quinn. You did the right thing in telling me. I was the one who told you to do it, right?" She asked looking at me in the eyes, so I nodded. "So I'm thankful you did, it's just complicated." She sighed supporting her head in her hands.

"Yeah." It's all I could say, because I was afraid now. What if everything changed? I couldn't lose Rachel. Or dad H and daddy L. They were my everything besides my dad. They were my family.

"Hey." Her soft voice made me come out of my thoughts. "Don't do this to yourself." She said rolling her chair so she could be in front of me.

"Do what?" I said in a low tone, because it felt like a conversation that needed it.

"You're thinking you lost me but you don't." She reached my hands in hers and I wanted to cry.

"You know me so well." I said fighting against the tears. She gave me a half smile.

"Yeah, I know. So stop, I'm not going to leave you. You're my best friend. I don't know what we will do about this, but what I know is that we are forever, okay? Just like you said in the car, no matter what paths we take we'll always meet somewhere. Okay?"

"Okay." I whispered. And her petit body crashed into mine in a tight hug that I reciprocated.

We stayed like that for a while. When we parted I had some tears that I tried to cover, but couldn't. She cleaned them with her fingertips and we just stared at each other.

"I think it would be better if I go now." I said.

"Why?" She asked like she was afraid that I would leave and never come back.

"We just need to think a little by ourselves, don't you think?" She still had the look of fear in her eyes so it was my time to take her hands in mine. "This is not a broke up, Rachel." I said giving her a half smile in some attempt of joke. "I couldn't go apart from you, just know that. I'm not going to take you away from my life because you doesn't correspond my feelings. That was not why I told you that. I told you because you were right, you deserved to know and I deserved a shot, even if it was just some failure attempt. We are best friends, if it is to continue this way, it will continue. Just like that, okay?"

She smiled at me, hugging me one more time. It was a briefer hug but the meaning behind it was huge.

"I'm going now, but I'll be where I always was, right?" She nodded and I gave her a brief smile and a kiss on the forehead before standing up and making my way to the door of her room. When I was about to leave, she talked.

"I'll be where I always was too." I turned around and smiled.

"I know."

With that I left the room and climbed down the stair going directly to the leaving room where I know Leroy would be.

"Hey kiddo!" He said with a happy voice. "Came to visit this old guy?" I smiled a sad smile at him and nodded. "Hey, what's wrong?" He now had his worried face.

"Could you hug me, daddy L?" I sound so broken that it really shocked me but I didn't care. I really needed his hug right now. More than ever.

"Of course, sweetie. Come here."

And then it was like I was a child again; sitting in his lap with my head in the croak of his neck and his arms involving me; my tears running free from my eyes and my chocked sobs in his chest.

I stayed like that for a long time and he never asked anything; he just hugged me and told me that everything was going to be fine and I believed him, because he was always right.

"Better, dear?" He finally asked when my sobs stopped. I sniffled and nodded.

"Yeah, better." I said hugging him tight. "Thanks, daddy L."

He passed his big hands in my hair.

"Don't ever thank me for that. This is why I'm here for."

We stayed in some kind of silence after that.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I asked in a low tone and he nodded.

"Of course, dear."

"Don't tell dad H or daddy, but you are my favorite hugger." He chuckled and I smiled. Because this man was like my safer place and his laugh was so soothing.

"I won even Rachel?" He asked, playing with me. I laughed a little myself.

"No. Sorry. But don't tell her." I said playing along.

"Oh, you hurt my feelings this way. But I won't."

And just like that I was feeling a whole lot better. Like everything could indeed be alright. And when daddy L made me cocoa later everything was in peace for now.

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So I was thinking about this chapter for a long time. I hope you guys liked the way I did it, if not, I'll be happy to read some thoughts. Thanks for reading and review, pretty please! I like to hear your thoughts. Bye bye. (;

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OBS1: The song was "YOU'RE MY FAVORITE SONG" from Camp Rock 2.

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OBS2: Oh, and If you like to see the full size image from the cover of this fanfic, I put it on my profile. It's not a work of art, but it has its meaning. Haha.