A/N: Just a small semi-fluffy chapter because they fight too much and also because I really didn't like this episode that much.

Also since this is the last update before season four of Glee starts, I want to clarify something. I am 98% sure that this story will only go through season three. I have everything plotted out that far, and I like where I'm going to end it. But on the off chance that season four of Glee somehow manages to be something I can work with and want to work with, it'll probably be a sequel. I highly doubt this will happen since Dianna hasn't even been in the country to fil Glee so there's no Quinn as of right now, which means no Faberry interaction for me to work around in the episodes. This would give me a lot more freedom in what I can do with the characters, but I just don't know yet. I haven't even finished writing season one yet so I definitely don't know how I'll feel when I finally finish season three. So until I see the episodes and decide whether or not I want to write college Faberry, this story is going to pretend like season four doesn't exist and anything that happens in it is not going to effect these characters. That is all. Enjoy this chapter while I go enjoy early morning testing. I would absolutely love to come home to some reviews.


"Well I turn pale when she walks by

I am lost in her eyes

she is always on my mind."

Centered around Vitamin-D.

I woke up on Rachel's couch with my head in her lap just as Sandy showed up in a catsuit in Grease. For the first time in quite a while, I had felt safe and could sleep. After a disastrous day at school in which Coach almost caught on to my pregnancy, it was nice to just sleep knowing Rachel would keep watch over me.

I smiled at her lazily until she looked down and noticed I was awake. She beamed at me. "Morning, sleepyhead. You woke up just in time for the best part."

"Mmhm," I agreed, having no idea why she considered this the best part. When I was awake earlier, I hadn't even watched the movie; I watched her.

"Well aren't you going to watch it?" she asked, her eyes never letting go of mine. In the background I could hear the chorus of You're the One That I Want.

"I am watching it," I replied, grinning at her.

"Smooth," she commented. "But I'm nothing compared to Olivia Newton-John singing and dancing around in a catsuit."

"Then maybe you should put on a catsuit and sing and dance with me," I muttered.

She rolled her eyes. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"You would be sexy," I stated. "But then again, I find you sexy in just about everything, including your silly animal sweaters."

She smiled and shook her head. "Maybe one day we'll reenact this scene from Grease, but not today. You still have to help me pick songs for the girls' mashup in Glee."

I groaned and sat up. "Remind me when I signed up to help with that?"

"You signed up the moment you walked through my door this afternoon, knowing full and well that the day we're assigned a Glee project is the day I map it out," she answered, tucking a stray hair behind my ears.

"But I had a bad day," I whined. "Can't we just put in Funny Girl and sleep?"

She gaped at me. "Quinn Fabray! I'm appalled that you would even think to sleep during Funny Girl!"

I laughed at this. "In case you don't remember, you slept the first time we watched Funny Girl together."

"Oh… Well…" The blush crept up on her face from being caught. "We still don't have time! Come on, we have to go pick out songs!" And with that, she took my hand and pulled me along as she ran up the stairs to her room.


When I walked into rehearsal the next day, the first thing I noticed was Quinn's absence. Then, when I mentioned it to the others, a cruel joke was made at her expense and it took everything I had in me not to storm out. They couldn't know I cared, though.

But I did care, and when Quinn announced to me that afternoon that she wouldn't be going to Glee rehearsals because she couldn't take the whispers anymore, it really made me angry. These people were supposed to be her friends, and yet they were the furthest thing from it.

I understood her logic, but that didn't mean I didn't have to do the thing the club would expect me to do and confront her about it in a public setting. After talking with her the day before, we decided the best time to do it would be after the boys performed their number.

"I haven't seen you at Glee rehearsals," I started when she opened her locker.

She looked at me with that face of indifference that she was so good at. "I'm not Superwoman. I know Glee is your whole life but I have the Cheerios, I'm on honor roll, I have friends." She started to walk away, and I knew I had to stop her.

"You don't have to be embarrassed. No one at Glee is gonna judge you." That was a lie, but I was willing to tell it because it was what the character I had built this year would say. "Look, I know everyone expects us to be enemies and be in competition, but I don't hate you."

"Why not?" she questioned. "I've been awful to you." Because I love you so much and could never hate you.

"That was before you knew what it felt like to be me, an outsider." My character wasn't supposed to know that she had been an outsider as well, so I played it off. "More people are gonna start finding out about this, and you're gonna need friends who can relate."

"How can you relate to what I'm going through?" she asked with malice.

"You don't think people whisper about me in the lunchrooms, or draw pornographic pictures of me on the bathroom walls?"

"That was me, actually," she admitted. Oh. That would explain a lot.

I decided it would be best to ignore that comment. "Look, I don't agree with the choice you're making, but you're gonna need Glee. You have seven months of your youth left. You should enjoy it. And let's face it, in a couple of months, that cheerleading uniform isn't gonna fit and we're gonna be all you have left." Maybe, just maybe, when that happened she would finally be able to properly date me again. "Just come back to practice. Boys versus girls; it's fun. And we could certainly use your voice right now. You're actually a good singer, Quinn. Occasionally sharp, but that's just because you lack my years of training."

I could see my Quinn holding back from rolling her eyes. We had to be serious at the moment, and neither of us could crack. "I would have tortured you if the roles were reversed, you know?"

"I know." Then we were done, and I had to walk away. End scene.


I couldn't leave it at that. I hated being a bitch to Rachel. It was the absolute worst part of my position. Well, besides the fact that I couldn't shove her into the lockers and make out with her anytime I pleased. So I settled for the next best thing and pulled her into the closest janitor's closet.

"Quinn what-" But I stopped her words by pushing her up against the door and attacking her mouth fiercely. She needed to know how sorry I was.

"Sorry for being a bitch, Rach," I said when we came up for air.

"But you weren't really. You were more like… Indifferent. I was a bit worried that you weren't bitchy enough for it to be believable," she replied. Even in the semi darkness, I could see her grin.

"Hey!" I cried, but before I could protest anymore, she silenced me with a kiss. Though this one didn't last near as long.

"So. Pornographic pictures," she stated with a smirk, and I felt my cheeks burning. "Explain."

"Ah… Um…" I couldn't find words. "It was for the act." I always blamed it all on the act.

"Mmhm. I'm sure," she said. "Because most bullies draw pictures like that. I think one Quinn Fabray might have a crush on me." She playfully placed a kiss on my nose (how she could see it in the dark, I'm not sure).

"Maybe," I replied, going along with her.

"Oh most definitely," she said, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"And how would you know?" I questioned, smirking. "I hear you're not on very good terms with that Quinn girl."

"That's just what she wants you to think," she answered, kissing me. "Now let's get to Glee before the others start worrying."

"Or we could stay in here?" I suggested hopefully.

"Quinn," she warned. "I'm going out this door now, and I expect you at rehearsal in the next ten minutes. If you're late… well… that'll be your loss."

"Fine," I sighed. "I'll be there."

"Looking forward to it." And with a flash of light, she was gone.


Quinn did, in fact, show up for rehearsal. That meant I didn't have to ban janitor's closest sessions which was good because I doubt I would've been able to.

Kurt also showed up and told us that the boys had used drugs to enhance their performance. I knew that I would have to confront Finn about this, so that's exactly what I did. Though, it didn't really help that much. I could just turn them in to Mr Schue, but that would almost be like admitting that we wouldn't be able to beat them. Which meant that the only way to ensure a fair competition was to level the playing field.

So I may or may not have gone to the nurse and demanded she give us the same thing she gave the boys.


Dear God Rachel is never having that drug again. She talked ten times faster than she normally did. But her smile. Damn her smile was even brighter than usual. Maybe she could have it every once in a while.

Though Mr Schue's wife is back after me. I never told Rachel about her. I sort of felt like I needed to make the decision about her offer on my own (not to mention Rachel wasn't talking to me when it first occurred).

There was no way I could keep the baby. It just wasn't possible. When my parents found out about it, my life was already going to be hell. I didn't need to bring the added stress of having a kid into that mix. So I approached Mrs Schuester and told her. I would tell Rachel soon enough. Just not then.

Rachel had enough to deal with at the moment, what with the blame of the whole vitamin D debacle being on her shoulders. She thinks it's her fault that Coach Sylvester is running Glee alongside Mr Schue. Which, if anyone's fault, it's Finn's. He was the one that started taking them.

Everything's so crazy right now, but as long as Rachel stays the constant in my life, I'm okay.


Song: Always On My Mind- Phantom Planet