A/N: Bleh, I think I'm loosing writing confidence, but I hope you guys like this one anyway! I guess it's kind of fluffy, so yay. It's a bit longer than the last one as well. Again, thank's for reviews and PM's. :D


Her eyes were blurred and she was having trouble focusing them. She was having trouble focusing her brain too. Her thoughts were scattered and confused, she knew what she was supposed to be thinking about, but she couldn't quite pull it into her conscience. Maybe it was the concussion. Ah fuck, suddenly the pain came back and she tried to reach up to massage her temple, but something stopped her. A dull weight was holding down her arm and she blinked, slowly managing to focus her eyes. She lifted her head slightly and looked down to find another arm resting across hers; which had gone dead. The second she twiddled her fingers her whole arm started tingling. Her eyes trailed down her arm and found that her hand was resting on someone's side. Rachel? Yes! It was Rachel. She smiled as she remembered the night before.

Suddenly, she was aware of the mess of brown hair residing further down the pillow. She bit her lip and looked down, almost lovingly. The smaller girl was snuggled into Quinn's chest. Her arm, now rested and relaxed, looked as though it had been desperately clinging to the blonde. She had to fight the urge to lean her head down and kiss Rachel's head, or smell her hair. For a second she had forgotten that Rachel had chosen Finn.

She pulled out of the girls grip instantly. As carefully as possible, she climbed over her sleeping figure and made her way towards the kitchen. She got a slight head rush and had to lean on the counter, fearing she might fall over or pass out. You're so melodramatic. It reminded her that she needed painkillers, and she swiftly found them. The blonde was doing anything she could to avoid looking at the other girl. She poured herself some cereal before deciding her course of action. She was going to go for a walk. Rachel could wake up alone, and she could deal with worrying about Quinn. That's horrible. It would remind Rachel that she wasn't completely forgiven though, She's trying her best Quinn, she was so nice last night. She reminded herself of the cold hard floor next to the station, of how Rachel hadn't bothered to try and contact her. Yes, Rachel was so very nice. She had a good reason, you were a bit sudden and it confused her which is understandable. She still concluded that she needed some fresh air. Despite the fact that Hannah had told her to rest, she needed to clear her head.

She changed quickly, after a wash. She didn't shower as she had bathed the previous night. Before she left, however, she looked back at Rachel. The girl's hair was covering her face and Quinn tried to fight against herself. She lost however; as she walked over to gently brush Rachel's hair out of her face. Just leave, Quinn. She was being so pathetic – fawning over something that she couldn't have. She needed to get over it. The brunette had said she wanted to talk though.

Eventually, she managed to turn and leave. She took her camera with her and decided she'd walk along the river. She was right, the second the cool morning air hit her, the pain in her head subdued a little.

The blonde had walked for about an hour before she actually took any pictures. Strangely, the photos that she took seemed to be a lot worse than they usually were, and this discouraged her. She'd been too distracted, and she hadn't really been able to take pictures since she got to New Haven. The girl didn't particularly want to head back yet though; her fear of returning to an uncomfortable silence or a difficult conversation was preventing her from even thinking about going back. Her headache forced her too in the end. It was hurting too much and she didn't bring painkillers.


The smell of food instantly overcame Quinn the second she was inside her campus building. She turned the keys in the lock, looking forward to the food but dreading the conversation. "Quinn!" she heard before the door was even fully open. Arms flung around her once she was over the threshold. "Where have you been? I was so worried, you could have passed out! You're supposed to be resting!" Rachel listed off around twenty things before Quinn zoned out. "You left your phone here so I couldn't contact you, I was ready to go out looking for you before I realised I know nothing about Newhaven so I just made us some pasta hoping you'd be back soon," the brunette finally finished. Quinn's left eyebrow rose slightly as she pulled out of Rachel's death grip. "I went for a walk, I needed some fresh air. Plus, I doubt I'm concussed, it was just a plate," Quinn stated, before walking over to a bowl of pasta. She was hungry.

Rachel sat opposite Quinn on a small round table. "Sorry, I was just worried," she said.

"Better late than never, I suppose," Quinn muttered. Rachel looked as though she was about to defend herself, but Quinn saw that she decided against it; probably not wanting to make the conversation tense.

Several minutes passed before Rachel asked, "Do you like the pasta?" Quinn nodded – her mouth full – and smiled. Rachel beamed back. "Okay, well when you're done, can we talk?" The diva asked.

Quinn looked up, no. "Okay."


She had eaten as slowly as possible, but she couldn't put it off any longer. One lone piece of pasta remained, and she took six bites to eat it. The blonde bit her lip and looked up at the other girl, wondering who would start first. Rachel smiled awkwardly.

"Okay, so, I'm sure you know what I want to talk about..." the brunette said. Quinn nodded, fiddling with her fork nervously. "Well, do you mind if I ask you some stuff? I just want some explanations so that I can work out what this is all about before I make any decisions," Rachel continued. Decisions? Quinn stopped her wishful thinking the second it had begun. Rachel probably meant whether she still wanted to see her as a friend. Rachel hadn't said anything for a while. Oh, I need to say something. "Yeah, that's fine," Quinn muttered.

"How long have you felt this way about me?" the words sounded awkward coming out of Rachel's mouth, as though she felt uncomfortable with them. I might as well answer honestly, I have nothing to lose. "Well, I realised when I first found out you planned on marrying Finn," Quinn said, "I had this uncontrollable jealousy, and it confused me that I wasn't jealous of you getting Finn, I was jealous of the opposite. But, I think I felt this way before that, I just hadn't realised." Understanding crossed the brunettes face, and she nodded, saying nothing.

"What exactly do you feel for me?" This caused Quinn to pause and think. It was a crush? An unhealthy obsession, maybe? No, she wasn't obsessed. I'm not obsessed, it's just a crush. Was she in love with the diva? No! Not the L word. I don't love her; I just like her as more than a friend. But still, she had considered it now, and she was struggling to get the idea out of her mind. "I like you," Quinn said, "As more than a friend." Rachel sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. Was she trying to hide a smile? No! She doesn't want you. Quinn pulled her eyes away from the diva and looked down at her fork. "Am I the only girl you've ever felt like this about?" Rachel queried.

"The only person," it slipped out, she didn't even think about it. It wasn't like she loved her, she just hadn't really felt this...much about someone. Rachel looked taken back by that. "Not even Sam or Finn? Puck?" Rachel rushed out.

"I'm gay, Rachel," Quinn sighed. She looked back up, and the other girl was nodding as though she had just remembered this fact. It made Quinn smile slightly. "Okay," Rachel said. There was silence for a few moments, Quinn assumed Rachel debating whether or not she should ask her next question.

"If I was interested..." Rachel began, and just at those words Quinn's whole body tensed. What? "Where would you want this to go?" she finished, gesturing between the two of them and trying to work out if what she had said made sense. Quinn's answer was obvious, and she had started speaking the second Rachel had stopped. "I'd want to be with you," she stuttered. Again, Quinn wondered if the diva was trying to repress a smile.

"And you wouldn't have a problem with being in public with a girl?" Rachel continued.

"Not here. In Ohio perhaps, but only until people know," Quinn said, she'd given up hope in trying to stop herself from getting optimistic about the situation. This whole conversation was so Rachel –organised, to the point, slightly dramatic - and it amused Quinn. The diva nodded.

"Who knows so far?" she asked. Quinn told her that it was only Brittany and Santana so far. The other girl then proceeded to ask more questions that Quinn thought were irrelevant. What more did she need to know? Quinn needed answers too and she was growing impatient once Rachel reached question number seventeen of 'Twenty Questions'. Eventually she snapped.

"Look, Rachel," she began, calmly, "You've asked your questions but I think I deserve answers from you. You're being so vague, you haven't told me how you feel about anything and I've been left guessing. Can we stop with the Q&A and have some of the important answers that I need to hear please?" Rachel, who had been in mid sentence, closed her mouth before opening it again. It closed a second time and she just nodded.

"Okay, well firstly, are you interested?" Rachel's face sunk. She didn't want to answer that. A few minutes passed before Quinn was forced to speak, the silence had become unbearable. "I need to know Rachel; you just need to tell me so that I know where I stand. I don't want to get my hopes up and have them crushed again. You need to tell me right now," Quinn's voice was stern and demanding.

Rachel's brown eyes met Quinn's hazel ones, as the brunette sighed. "Yes," she spoke, "Yes, I'm... I think I am."

Quinn's heart felt like it was caught in her throat. The stunned girl had not been expecting that at all. She couldn't take her eyes off of the other girl. Did she say what I thought she said? It must have been some sick joke, no, Rachel's not like that, and she has no reason to do that to me. Quinn wasn't too sure how she was supposed to answer that. Instead of speaking, she reached for Rachel's hand across the table, and gently stroked her thumb across her warm skin. The blonde had begun several sentences before she finally muttered the word, "Why?" Rachel was quick to answer.

"Well, like you, I think I've liked you for a long time. I only realised it around a week ago though. I think my brain originally mistook wanting to be with you for wanting to be you. I didn't even know I liked girls actually. My mind gave me stupid reasons to believe I didn't, and I think that it was just a defence mechanism because I didn't want to have to deal with that sort of drama or the bullying whilst I was on my way to stardom. I know I act like I love who I am and that I'd proclaim it to the world, but that's just something that's so close to home, y'know?" Rachel stopped, probably realising that wasn't what Quinn had asked. Rachel's phone buzzed on the table, but she ignored it.

The brunette licked her lips before continuing. "But, I like you for a lot of reasons. I can be myself around you, I love that you're passionate about the things that you love and that's always a nice trait to have and you're loyal to your friends. I like that you remember small details about people, I've always found that really sweet. Also, you probably won't like me comparing you, but you're similar to Santana in the way that you like to care for people subtly, you don't proclaim it, which shows that it's all an act of selflessness. As well as that, you're like her in the way that beneath the surface, there is a lovely, vibrant and beautifully soulful person, although you've shed your shell a bit over the last year or two," Rachel paused, and Quinn tried to hold back tears, no one had ever said such lovely things about her. "I like your perseverance also. When something difficult comes at you, Quinn, you face it with all your strength. It'll affect you of course and you'll get sad, but you'll get through it, and you always come out a better person," The brunette continued.

Quinn squeezed the girls hand tighter and grinned. "Not like me," the other girl continued, "That's where we differ greatly. I'll fight through my hardships as much as I can, but I'll make the hugest fuss over it so that I know I have sympathy. Overall, you're just a lovely, selfless and beautiful girl. That's why I like you." Quinn bit her lip, smiling. "Thank you," she muttered, still looking into the brunette's eyes; studying them. Rachel was being truthful. The two girls sat calmly like that for a while, both just appreciating the others presence. I can't believe this, Quinn thought to herself. No, I'm dreaming. That waitress knocked me out, and I'm in a coma dreaming up some amazing dream. The blonde told herself to stop being stupid, her theories got crazier the longer she left herself to think.

"So," The ex-cheerio began, "Do you want to be with me?" Her leg jumped up and down underneath the table, expressing her nervousness. Rachel pulled her hands away, and Quinn almost cried in the moment. The diva's phone buzzed again and she looked at it this time, pressing the hang-up button.

"I can't," Rachel sighed, looking disappointed with herself. Quinn winced; she didn't want to hear that. Tears began to form in her eyes again, but they weren't happy ones. "Why? What's stopping you?" The blonde asked, almost angry.

"Finn and I are officially back together..."

Quinn's eyebrows pulled together in confusion, and one tear left her eye. Of course. "Why?"

"I don't know. I'm scared, I guess. I'm going out into the big wide world, and it's not high school anymore. There are people that as so much more talented than me, and people aren't going to be nice to me to avoid hurting my feelings, they're going to be honest. I guess I just wanted that one thing from High school. He's like my safety net, I guess," Rachel said.

"Well then why the fuck did you just tell me all of that shit, Rachel? Jesus fucking Christ! Do you enjoy watching me suffer or something? That's just sick Rachel!" Quinn shouted, her anger winning over her.

"Quinn! Calm down, you need to relax remember?" Rachel said. Quinn simply stared at her. Anger, hurt and hate were coursing through her. "I don't want to be with him."

"Then why are you, Rachel?" Quinn snapped, irritated.

"Because I was confused that night when we got back and my head was a mess, and I thought it was the right thing to do!"

"Get rid of him then! He doesn't deserve you!" Quinn's voice was reaching a new pitch, her frustration clearly evident.

"I will," Rachel spoke softly, apparently trying to calm Quinn down. "I just don't want to hurt his feelings. I don't like hurting people..."

"Well, you're going to have to hurt one of us Rachel, it's inevitable, so make your choice," Quinn stated, getting up from the table and pouring herself a cup of water before moving to the sofa, and sitting down; exhausted.

"I've already decided," Rachel spoke from the table. Quinn's heart rate increased. "I just...I need to make it as painless as possible for him, he's still my friend."

Quinn beamed, watching Rachel get up from the table. As she walked, Rachel whispered, "If you'd have me, that is..." The brunette sat down on the sofa with Quinn, on the other end. Quinn turned her whole body to face her, crossing her legs on the seat. "Well, let's consider the pros and cons here..." Quinn joked, "We'd have an angry jealous ex on our hands, I'd have to eat loads of vegan food, and I'd have to put up with some of the worst singing known to mankind..." Quinn laughed at Rachel's childish pout to her last comment. "Yet, I'd be with a rising celebrity who would make millions...I think the idea of all of that money may persuade me..." Quinn laughed before she realised Rachel had gotten up and grabbed a pillow from the bunk. The pillow hit the blonde in the face before she had time to duck. Quinn's expression caused Rachel to laugh and the second Rachel snorted, Quinn was in a fit of giggles too. The brunette's face suddenly sunk, "Oh Quinn, I'm so sorry, I forgot about your head!" Quinn waved her hand lazily, still laughing slightly, "Don't worry, my heads fine, honestly." Rachel nodded and sat back down next to the girl. Quinn turned and let her legs fall to the floor as she snuggled into Rachel.

Both girls contently slipped into silence, considering what had just happened. The blonde still felt slightly shocked, but she didn't think she'd ever be able to shake this happiness that hung over her, not now. She dared anybody to try and steal it from her. She hummed happily as she moved herself closer to the brunette, "But in answer to your question," she muttered, "Yes. I'd love to be your girlfriend." Rachel jumped slightly at the sudden sound. Quinn could hear her heart rate increase slightly as her ear was pressed to her chest. It caused a strange feeling to move up her own chest, eventually causing her to grin idiotically. Slowly, she looked up to see Rachel grinning too. She found herself admiring the other girl's beauty. Her cheekbones, her eyes, her lips. Quinn leant forward and pressed her lips to her soft cheek. She pulled back, smiling lazily. Her mind felt hazed, it had been fuzzed out trying to take in all of this wonderful information. Rachel turned to face her, staring at the blonde as she chewed on her inner lip, before sliding her tongue along it. Quinn's breath caught when she realised what Rachel was about to do.

Their lips met slowly, and both girls paused, simply admiring the feeling before Rachel's hand slid up Quinn's spine to rest at her neck. It shot tingles throughout Quinn's body as she hesitantly parted her lips. Unlike their first kiss, this one was slow. There was no desperation; simply admiration. Both girls were testing these new grounds whilst enjoying feeling of the other as their tongues found one another. Quinn let out a sigh as she wrapped her arms around the brunette's neck. She sucked on Rachel's bottom lip while she pulled back. A few seconds passed as they looked at each other before Quinn dove forward, hungrily. She took Rachel's lips into hers once more and the kiss became slightly more passionate. The blonde slid her arms around from behind Rachel to both gently lie on her cheeks, as Rachel let out a small hum of appreciation.

The blonde pulled away suddenly, and Rachel's affectionate expression transformed into one of confusion.

"You're still with Finn," Quinn sighed. Rachel looked down, disappointed that the kiss had ended. "In theory, yes, but emotionally I'm not," Rachel stated. Quinn shuffled back on the sofa, sitting at the other end.

"This is still cheating, and I think there's been enough of that in both of our lives. You have to leave Finn before this can go anywhere," The blonde said. Rachel sighed; Quinn could see she didn't want to do this. The brunette hadn't broken up with many people before, if anyone. She rested her hand on Rachel's knee, in an attempt of comfort. "It'll be fine," Quinn smiled, "Plus, you'll have that little taster to remind yourself of what you're doing this for," She winked, jokingly. Rachel laughed, and that in turn made Quinn happy, she didn't want Rachel to worry about Finn. He probably wasn't even capable of any feelings besides anger and selfishness. Slowly, Rachel lay down, resting her head on Quinn's lap. The blonde sighed as she let her fingers gently slide across Rachel's hair. They sat their quietly for a long time before Quinn realised Rachel had fallen asleep, and the blonde quickly followed her, both girls emotionally exhausted.


A buzz in Quinn's pocket woke both girls up. They both sighed and stretched, slightly dazed. Quinn the realised it was her phone and pulled it out. It was Santana. She answered it.

"Finally!" Santana shouted, probably loud enough for Rachel to hear. Quinn blinked. What? Then she remembered she had been ignoring Santana for two weeks. "Hey, San," Quinn yawned sleepily, "What's up?"

"What's up? Uh, maybe the fact that you haven't replied to any of my texts or answered any of my calls! I was getting worried until Britt told me that you hung up on her when she asked about Barbra."

"Sorry, I just didn't want to talk about it, and I knew it would be the first thing you'd ask."

"I take it that it didn't go to well then?"

"No, not really," Quinn sighed, looking at Rachel with a slight smile as she let her rub Rachel's arm.

"Awh Q, I'm so sorry. My gaydar totally told me she was into you..." Santana muttered.

"You don't need to apologised," The blonde laughed.

"Well, it's her loss anyway. What happened?"

"Finn," Quinn stated, with an irritated undertone to her voice.

"Ah," Santana said, "That prick. Isn't he supposed to be in the army or something?"

"Yeah, I'm not actually too sure why he was there. He's probably gone now, anyway," Quinn wondered, but then she saw Rachel shake her head and the blonde eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"Good, nobody actually wants him around except Berry. What does she see in him anyway? He's talentless, rude and selfish; not to mention crap in bed," Santana spoke, seriously. Rachel laughed, and mouthed 'I can hear her' to Quinn, causing the blonde to smile. "Honestly, there's no competition between you two. I really don't see why she would choose him over you."

"She didn't," Quinn beamed, waiting for Santana's reaction.

"But you just said that it went badly?"

"Yeah, a few weeks ago it did. But Rachel's here with me now, and I wouldn't say things are going badly?"

"You tapped that? No fucking way. Get in there Fabray!" Santana laughed. Quinn giggled nervously as her cheeks reddened. She looked at Rachel and rolled her eyes.

"No Santana. I don't think either me or Rachel are as quick as you are to hop into bed." Both Rachel and Quinn laughed at Santana's gasp.

"That's low Fabray!"

"I'm sorry, San," the blonde giggled, "But no, I'd just say things are looking up."

"Glad to hear it..."

"How's life in Lima?" Quinn asked. The girls continued talking for a while, whilst Rachel phoned for a Pizza delivery, smiling when she discovered they had a vegan special. After Quinn had hung up, both girls sat and waited for the delivery.


The door knocked around twenty minutes after Rachel ordered, and the brunette excitedly bounced for the door. Quinn watched her happily, knowing that she was the cause of the brunette's excitement. It made her face light up. Rachel's expression suddenly dropped, however, and Quinn panicked. What was wrong? She got up from her seat but heard a voice that explained Rachel's expression before Quinn reached the door.

"I thought I'd find you here," The boy said, barging into the dormitory uninvited. "Is this why you've been ignoring me?" Finn looked at Quinn with hatred in his eyes as Rachel backed away from him, shocked. "What? No... My phones off," Rachel said, hurriedly. Quinn knew that was a lie, it had buzzed a few times today.

"Well you still could have told me you were here; I told you I was going to visit you this weekend! I got to NYADA yesterday evening and no one was there!" Finn growled.

"I didn't say you could come in, Finn," Quinn stated, but the brown haired boy ignored her.

"We're supposed to communicate with each other, Rachel. We're engaged, and you just left me in New York to stay in some crappy motel!" He was shouting now, getting angry, "Normally you would have told me if you were going to be out. Were you trying to keep this a secret?" He asked.

Quinn rolled her eyes. Bingo. God he's so stupid.

"No, of course not. I just forgot that you we're visiting," The brunette stated, truthfully.

"Oh well that's just great. You forgot that your own fiancé was visiting you!" He snapped.

"Calm down, Finn. I'm allowed my own free will. Yes, I forgot that you were visiting, and I'm sorry, but you're over reacting," Rachel sighed.

"How am I over reacting? I came to New York to see my girlfriend and she wasn't there. She ignored my texts and calls all night and all morning, and then I find her with Quinn, the same fucking dyke she was kissing just two weeks ago!" He screeched, inches from Rachel. There was a stunned silence, and Quinn felt a stab to her chest. Ouch. Finn's own eyebrows even rose. "Quinn, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that, it just slipped out..." He rushed.

"Well, you clearly did mean it. You had to have been thinking it otherwise you wouldn't have said it," Quinn said, stoically. She glared at Finn before she looked at Rachel; the brunette looked equally upset by what Finn had said. "Why would you say that? For three years we've been taught nothing but acceptance... tonnes of your friends are gay Finn, my dads are gay," Rachel muttered.

"I know, I really am sorry, I'm just angry," He muttered, genuinely apologetic, "I jumped too conclusions, I'm sorry. But you are just seeing her as a friend, yes?"

Quinn continued to look at Rachel. If she doesn't do it now, then she can't be that serious about the two of us, okay Quinn? If she doesn't do it now, you turn her away; you can't keep doing this to yourself. When Rachel caught her eye, the blonde silently begged her to tell him. Finn already seemed to be catching on, his eyebrows slowly pulling together. The brunette turned to him, "Finn..."

"No," Finn shook his head, "That doesn't even make sense. That makes no fucking sense. Her?" Finn pointed at Quinn angrily. "Since when?" He shouted, "We're getting married! We're in love! We were the power couple of McKinley! I bought you a fucking star! And suddenly you're all over her?" Finn shouted, punching the door in frustration. "Calm down Finn," Quinn said.

The door knocked then, and Finn stopped shouting, placing both of his hands behind his head as he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. Quinn saw that he was crying, and despite herself she actually felt pity. Rachel opened the door and there was a scrawny pre-pubescent teen holding two pizza boxes. He looked slightly concerned; probably wondering what all the noise was. Rachel thanked him and paid, telling him to keep the change as she smiled as best as she could before she took the pizza to the table.

She turned around and faced Finn, "Finn, I'm sorry... I just... I don't love you like that," she said, solemnly. Finn's face crippled in pain, "What are you talking about; of course you love me..." he muttered. "And I love you! I love you so much; look at all of the stuff I've done for you. How can you choose her over me? We're supposed to get married; we're made for each other! " He was shouting again, he looked at Quinn finding something else to use in his defence. "You think that she could ever love you? She's fucking incapable of feeling anything for anyone but herself! Think about how many time's she's cheated! She'll do exactly the same to you Rachel, don't fucking doubt it! She lives to break people; it's like a sick fetish of hers!"

He didn't get much further before there was a loud cracking sound in the room. Quinn was surprised that it had even happened, but she was more surprised that it wasn't her who had slapped him. "Don't even go there Finn! This isn't about me choosing her over you so you have no right to offend her. This is about me and you. This is about how I don't love you as anything other than a friend and how you need to accept that fact," Rachel said, "I'm sorry Finn." Finn looked shocked that the brunette had hit him as he held the part of his face that had slowly been turning red.

"You're lying to yourself Rachel, you... you're scared of something. Are we moving too fast? We don't have to get married anytime soon, we don't even have to get married if you don't want to, I'll wait for you to be ready..." Finn hurried, tears in his eyes. Quinn decided it was best if she stayed out of this, and just watched silently.

"I'm not scared of anything Finn. I don't want to marry you, I don't want to live with you, I don't want to have kids with you and I don't want to be with you. I want you as a friend, and I love you as a friend, but nothing more," Rachel looked so sad, and it would have made Quinn upset if she didn't know that this needed to be done.

"But I've done so much for you; you can't do this to me!" Finn practically roared at the smaller girl. Somehow, Quinn saw that this made Rachel snap. It was as though Rachel had been repressing anger for years, and she was finally allowed to let it all out.

"You haven't done anything for me Finn. You can't even remember that I'm a vegan, for goodness sake. You bought me a star that you named after yourself. You wanted me to give up my dreams - the same dreams I had had since I was practically a foetus - to follow you on yours which you'd only been considering for a week. You hardly ever comforted me when I needed it, and most of the time I was with you, you made me feel selfish, which I understandably can be at times, but you didn't even try to help me feel like I was anything other than that. Honestly, the only selfless thing you've done for me is break up this relationship," Rachel shouted, "I don't love you. I don't think I ever really did, and I think I just put up with you because I felt like you were the only person that would ever want me. But I've been doing some thinking lately Finn, and I'm a hell of a lot better than that. I've changed my entire being just for you, and you've repaid me with fucking horse shit." Rachel was crying, but she looked equally as sad as she did irritated.

Both Finn and Quinn were stunned into silence by Rachel's sudden burst of anger. Finn looked hurt and confused, but his earlier rage had died away. He just looked sorry for himself. "Rachel, I'm sorry if I ever treated you wrong, but please, don't do this," he begged, "I can change for you, I swear..." The giant walked towards Rachel and tried to hug her. Rachel let him, but said, "I'm sorry, Finn, this is over." He pulled away sadly, and muttered through his tears, "So you're choosing her?"

The blonde looked at Rachel, as Rachel's eyes found her. Rachel didn't smile; she simply looked set on making it plain to Finn. "Finn, this isn't a choice. I was most likely going to end it with you anyway, but yes, in the case of this exact moment, I am choosing her. I'm sorry, but I hope we can still be friends."

Quinn sat at the table, opened one of the pizza boxes and then she looked at Finn. She understood what he was feeling and that caused her to take pity on him. She didn't like him, but she didn't want there to be any hard feelings. "You can join us for Pizza if you like?" Quinn asked, trying to force a small smile. Finn glared at her as though the blonde had offended him, "What, so you can rub it in my face? I think I'll pass Quinn..." He hissed, before turning to Rachel, "I think you've made a stupid decision, but I'll try my best to respect it. I'm going though, enjoy your pizza," he left without another word.

Quinn got up from the table and wrapped her arms around Rachel as the brunette cried into her shoulder. "See," she mumbled into Rachel's ear, "I told you that you could do it." Quinn kissed the space between her ear and her cheek, stroking her hand down Rachel's back comfortingly.

After a while Quinn spoke again, "Rach, the pizza's going cold." That got Rachel to giggle slightly, as she sniffed away her tears. Quinn smiled. They both sat at the table, and eventually Rachel had stopped crying completely. Quinn knew they were only tears of guilt, and not tears of regret. The idea was bittersweet to the blonde. She bit into her pizza once she was satisfied that Rachel was okay, but it tasted slightly odd. "Rachel stop!" She shouted before the other girl could bite down on her pizza. "What?" She asked, confused.

"I have your pizza." The two girls laughed as at Quinn's dramatic reactions as they swapped their pizzas. They sat quietly as they ate; both of them were practically unable to take their eyes off of each other. Quinn still couldn't believe that this was happening. She had Rachel Berry. She was hers, and nothing could take her from her except Rachel herself.

"I wonder what the New Directions would make of this," Rachel said with a grin as they both walked to the sofa when they were done. Both girls fell into laughter as they imagined their old friend's reactions, before Quinn pulled Rachel in for a kiss.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! If you did let me know in the reviews, and if you didn't then... I'm sorry? D;

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