Quinn couldn't believe how nervous she felt at the prospect of eating dinner with the men who were now in the kitchen, especially after Rachel's revelation. Of course they hated her though. Why wouldn't they? Quinn thought about anyone ever laying a finger on the child inside of her and she instantly felt her blood boil. She completely understood the anger the older Berry's had towards her. What she didn't understand, was why on earth she was walking down the stairs with Rachel, to go have dinner with them. Quinn had loved spending time with Rachel. "That's how I ended up in this position," Quinn thought. It made her smile, though, thinking of spending time with the girl she was completely crushing on. She hadn't even realized that they had made it to the kitchen until Rachel's voice ripped her out of her thoughts.

"Quinn!" Rachel practically yelled at her while waving a hand in front of her face.

"Wait, what?" Quinn said as she snapped out of it. She blushed at the thought of Rachel catching her in her thoughts.

"I was saying, this is my dad, Hirum and my daddy, LeRoy. Guys, this is Quinn Fabray." Rachel said, pointing at each person in turn.

"It's very n-nice to meet you." Quinn couldn't believe how hard her heart was beating.

"You, too, Quinn," The shorter of the 2 men said. Quinn was pretty sure that was LeRoy, but she was so nervous she couldn't remember entirely.

It was silent for a few minutes while the blonde and the men took in each other.

"Um, what can we do to help?" Quinn finally broke the silence. It had started to make her uncomfortable.

Quinn saw Rachel's face turn to shock, but just for a second. "Did I really expect any different? I've been awful to her since the day I met her." Quinn thought. That thought sent a pain through her stomach. She decided she preferred the morning sickness feeling to the one that was caused by the thought of hurting Rachel anymore. "Never again," Quinn thought. "Never again will I let anyone hurt her."

"Why don't you girls set the table. We are having spaghetti so we need knives and forks."

Quinn flinched at the word knives but pushed that thought out of her head.

"Quinn why don't you get the placemats and the dishes out of those 2 cabinets over there and I'll get the napkins and silverware." Rachel said as the moved to the drawer on the opposite side of the kitchen. She heard music playing and saw that Rachel had hooked up an iPod to their stereo and Broadway music was now playing across the kitchen.

Quinn opened up on the cabinets that Rachel pointed to and found the placemats. She took them to the table and put them in their place. Next, she went to the other cabinet and grabbed 4 plates and sat them on the table on top of the placemats. She looked up from the table and saw Rachel spinning around to the song. She had heard her singing, but wasn't aware she was dancing, not that she should have expected any less. She started laughing at the sight. Rachel quickly stopped singing and dancing.

"What? Why are you laughing at me?"

"Because, you're cute." Quinn said. It took her a second to realize her slip. "I mean, it's cute that you are the Hirume at school as you are at home. It's nice to know that you are a genuine person." Quinn knew that in no way justified what she had just said, but she also knew that since the brunette wasn't aware of her feelings, that Rachel wouldn't even think anything of it.

"Yeah, well some of us have the ability to not let popularity change us." Rachel's words stung, but Quinn knew they were true. "Explain to me Quinn why you can be so nice when you are at my house, but such a bitch while we are at school."

"Rachel," Hirum warned, "You know we don't use that kind of language."

"Sorry, dad. Well, Quinn?

"I don't know," Quinn looked down at her feet. "I'm really not a bad person. My parents made me become a Cheerio. I never wanted to hurt anyone; it's just really hard to say no. After a while, it just became who I was. I've never felt comfortable with it though. I promise I'm not going to be mean to you anymore though." Quinn could feel the tears in her eyes. She looked up to see Rachel looking at her but Quinn couldn't read her expression.

"Girls, I hate to break up this little moment, but dinner is ready. I think we should take a break from the drama and eat. Sit down, please." Quinn had completely forgotten that they were even there until LeRoy spoke. Quinn liked LeRoy, she could tell he was a very kind man. She wasn't sure about Hirum since he hadn't actually spoken to her, not that she could blame him. She wiped her eyes and sat down where Rachel directed her.

Quinn was used to praying before she ate; however she knew that the Berry's were Jewish, so she decided against it. She waited until Rachel had filled her plate to fill her own. She grabbed a piece of garlic bread and then sprinkled parmesan cheese on her spaghetti. She took a bite. It tasted amazing.

"This is really good, Mr. Berry. Um I mean Mr. Berry's." Quinn wasn't sure how to refer to them, but she knew they had both cooked the meal.

"Quinn, call us LeRoy and Hirum. No one ever calls us by our last names. Not even my patients or Hirum's clients." LeRoy said. Quinn was beginning to wonder if Hirum was ever going to speak to her.

"Right, sorry. So, um, Hirum, what do you do."

"I'm a lawyer." Quinn was expected more, but after a few seconds, she knew that he wasn't going to say anything else.

"Do you like it?" Quinn decided to try again.

"Yes." Hirum answered before he took another bite.

Quinn looked helplessly at Rachel, who just smiled, and then gave up.

"So LeRoy, what kind of medical practice do you have?" Quinn decided that maybe she could get the nicer of the 2 men to talk to her.

"I am a pediatrician, so I deal mostly with kids and teenagers. Which actually leads me to my question for you, how far along are you?"

Quinn felt her eyes get bigger. She knew she wasn't really showing yet.

"I-I-I," Quinn stammered.

"Rachel told us that you are pregnant, Quinn." Hirum said. Quinn was shocked that he spoke.

"Right, of course she did. I'm about 2 months along."

"Do you know what you're going to do with it yet?"

"Daddy," Rachel warned him.

"No, Rach, it's fine." Quinn saw Rachel smile at the sound of 'Rach' and it made her smile too. "I honestly don't know what I'm going to do. "I'm not old enough to be a mom, but I don't know if I can actually give her up."

"But you were old enough to have sex." Hirum said.

"Dad!" Rachel practically yelled at Hirum.

"Rachel, do not yell at your dad." LeRoy said in a stern voice.

"No, I'm sorry dad, but this is where I draw the line. You do not get to ask her that." Quinn felt her heart swell as the tiny brunette defended her.

"No, Rachel, really it's ok. I appreciate you defending me, but really it's ok. No, Hirum, I was not old enough to be having sex with him." She made a point to say him since she had never thought she was too young to have sex with Santana.

"So you regret it?" Rachel asked.

"Yes," Quinn answered too quickly. Quinn could see the relief in Rachel's eyes. "I just wasn't expecting for the strip to turn pink. I'm not old enough for this."

"What if you hadn't ended up pregnant, would you still regret it sleeping with Finn?" Rachel asked.

"Yes." Quinn answered honestly. Well half honestly since she didn't actually sleep with Finn, but she completely regretted sleeping with Puck, pregnancy or not pregnancy.

No one said anything after that. The only sound coming from the kitchen was the sound of silverware clinking against the plates.

"Can I help with the dishes?" Quinn asked when they were done.

"Yes, why don't you and Rachel clean up? There's some stuff I would like to talk to my husband about," LeRoy said as him and Hirum left the kitchen.

"LeRoy is really nice. I like him a lot. Hirum hates me though."

"Well, what do you expect?" Rachel snapped. Quinn felt her face change as she felt the hurt of Rachel's words hit her like a ton of bricks. "Sorry, Quinn, really. I'm just not used to you being nice to me. I have enjoyed having you here today. Much more than I thought I would. You really are a good person. If I had to guess, I would say that daddy wanted to talk to dad about his behavior tonight."

"Thanks, Rachel." Quinn said as she passed the dish she had just washed to Rachel to dry. "I'm really sorry about the stuff I have done to you. I really wish I could get you to believe that I really am a nice person. I promise that I won't be mean to you anymore. I would like for us to try to be friends." Quinn said as she was washing another dish.

"I would like that too. It would be nice to have a friend. What about Santana?"

"What about her?" Quinn asked as she handed another dish to Rachel.

"Are you going to let her continue to be mean to me?"

"I can't stop Santana from doing anything." Quinn said as she picked up the last dish to clean.

"You're her best friend. Are you seriously telling me that you can't ask her to stop throwing slushies in my face like she did yesterday?"

"She threw one at you yesterday?" Quinn asked.

"Yes, after you did."

"I'm really sorry. I told her to leave you alone. She was just mad that you did something to hurt me. But clearly you can see that I can't control anything she does. I can tell her to be nice, but I highly doubt she will be changing anytime soon." Quinn handed the dish to Rachel.

"Well at least you're trying and that means a lot to me. Thanks." Rachel put the last dish into the drying rack and the girls headed upstairs.

"Do you mind if we work on the blocking for our song, just in case we don't get a chance to the rest of the weekend. I have Cheerios practice next week and I just want to make sure we get everything done in time." Quinn asked as they made their way back up the stairs. The real reason Quinn wanted to finish working on the song was the chance that Rachel would be too furious to speak to Quinn after she brought up the cutting. While Quinn was hoping Rachel would want to talk, she figured anger was probably more likely at this point.

"Wow, I never knew you were so dedicated Quinn. Of course we can continue working." The girls walked into Rachel's room and Quinn sat back down on the bed while Rachel got her laptop off the desk and sat down next to her. Quinn could feel the heat radiating off of Rachel and felt herself get light headed. Quinn could barely concentrate on what Rachel was saying. "Focus," Quinn thought to herself.

"Ok so I figured we could watch a performance on YouTube of Idina and Kristin singing 'What is this Feeling' on Broadway and then use most of their blocking in our performance. How does that sound?"

"You're perfect. I mean, that's perfect," Quinn said. Rachel's perfume was clouding Quinn's thoughts. The girl just smelled so good. Like vanilla and something else Quinn couldn't recognize but she knew she never wanted to be away from that smell.

"Right," Rachel said with a raised eyebrow. She pushed play and the girls focused on the movements of the 2 Broadway Queens in front of them.

"Boo! Ahhh!" The clip finished and the girls got to work.

"Ok so obviously we don't have all the extra students to dance around with us, so we can just come up with stuff for those parts on our own." Rachel said taking control. "So we start off on opposite sides of the room," Rachel got up as she spoke, much to the silent dismay of the blonde.

It didn't take the girls long to get the song blocked out, especially since they were basically just copying the Broadway show.

"Then I scream boo and you scream and jump. We're done." Rachel said. Quinn saw her look over at the clock. "It's only 8:30. Impressive."

"Yeah, I think we did pretty well."

"So now that we are all done with everything, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about earlier? You said it had to do with something you saw. What's up?" Rachel asked looking genuinely concerned.

"Oh, right," Quinn began, "Um, there is a reason I wanted to be partners with you. Well, 2 reasons actually. I don't really know how to bring this up, so I'm just going to come out and say it."

"Wow, Quinn this sounds serious. What is it?"

"I, um, I saw the cuts on your wrist and since you don't appear to own a cat, um, Rachel, I know what you're doing to yourself and you need to stop. You shouldn't be hurting yourself." Quinn watched Rachel's eyes grow as big as saucers before her face changed to anger.

"What the hell? Who the fuck do you think you are?" Rachel yelled. Quinn was shocked as the brunette's language. "We aren't even friends, Quinn! So is this your angle? Get me to confess to cutting myself so you and those stupid Cheerio friends of yours can spread it all over school so people can hate me even more?"

"Hey, Santana and Brittany aren't stupid. Leave them out of this!" Quinn snapped back. "I saw the cuts and I was just concerned, I hate the thought of you doing this to yourself." Quinn said as her voice returned to normal.

"Really? You're concerned about me? Who the hell do you think caused me to do this? When do you think I made these cuts? Yesterday after you and your stupid friend, Santana through slushies on me and you threatened me. After you caught me kissing Finn, your boyfriend who you told me that you aren't even in love with. So seriously, what is your problem. Why do you care so much if I slice and dice on my arm?"

"So you admit you did it. You admit you cut yourself on purpose?" Quinn asked already knowing the answer. "Rachel I'm not going to tell anyone, I just want you to be ok."

"Get out of my house. I was wrong about wanting to be friends with you. You are nothing but a self centered bitch and I never want to speak to you again. GET OUT!" Rachel practically screamed at the blonde.

Quinn felt the tears well up in her eyes again. "I'm sorry," she said before she picked up her bag and walked down the stairs. She saw Rachel's dads sitting on the couch.

"I'm really sorry Mr. Berry's. I didn't mean to upset her. I'm so sorry." Quinn managed to saw before the tears spilled out. She opened the door and walked out. She got in her car and backed down the driveway allowing the tears to spill as she drove.

"Who the hell do you think caused me to do this?" Rachel's words repeated over and over again in her head.

"I did this. I made her cut herself. I was so awful to her." Quinn thought as she beat herself up. She couldn't handle the thought of hurting the girl she wanted to be with more than anything else. Quinn didn't even realize she had arrived at Santana's house until she was in the driveway. She got out of the car and her whole body hurt. She rang the doorbell and prayed she was home. The door opened to reveal Santana's mom.

"Quinn, honey, are you ok?" Mrs. Lopez asked.

"Is S here?" Quinn asked not even bothering to answer the question.

"No, sweetie, she is spending the night at Brittany's. Are you ok? Do you want to come in and talk?"

"No, Mrs. Lopez, thank you though. I'm going to go to Brittany's. I'm sorry to have bothered you." Quinn turned and walked back to her car. She started driving to Brittany's and she started balling again.

"I was wrong about wanting to be friends with you. You are nothing but a self centered bitch and I never want to speak to you again." Rachel's words tore through Quinn's heart. "She hates me. I'm never going to get to be with her. I'm never going to be able to kiss her or hold her." Quinn could feel her whole body trembling by the time she got to Brittany's.

She knocked on the front door and waited. After what seemed like an eternity, Brittany's sister answered the door.

"Quinn, are you ok?" Katie asked. She looked exactly like Brittany, just 3 years younger.

"Where are S and B, Katie?" Quinn asked, again not bothering to answer the question.

"They are upstairs in Britt's room." Quinn stormed passed Katie not even bothering for an invitation into the home. She walked up the stairs and stopped at Brittany's door. She listened for a second to make sure she didn't hear any moans, not that them having sex would have really stopped her at this point. She heard nothing so she knocked.

"Go away, Katie," Quinn heard Santana yell.

"Please open the door, S" Quinn begged.

The door was opened within seconds and Quinn saw Santana and automatically felt safer. She threw her arms around the Latina and started sobbing again.

"Q, sweetie, what's wrong? Q, talk to me." Quinn just kept crying as Santana led her to the bed to sit down.

"Santana, what's wrong with Quinn? What did you do to her?" Brittany asked her girlfriend.

"Nothing, B, I don't know what's wrong with her. Quinn, honey, you have to talk to me. Quinn!" Quinn felt her eyes focus on the Latina, but she couldn't get any words to come out. She could just hear Rachel's words echoing in her mind. She laid down on Brittany's bed and curled up into a ball and kept sobbing. Quinn felt Santana lay behind her and wrap her arm around her protectively. She placed her head on the blonde's shoulder. Brittany laid in front of her and placed her arm around her as well, coming face to face with Quinn.

"Shh, sweetie, it'll be ok. It'll be ok, baby. Don't worry, Q, you're ok now, you're safe. I've got you." Santana all but whispered to the sobbing blonde. She started stroking her ex-lovers hair, knowing that it would calm her down. It always had. Quinn could feel herself falling asleep in both her best friend's arms. She knew she would have to talk to Santana sooner or later, but right now she was just so tired, all the wanted to do was fall asleep with Santana and Brittany's body warmth comforting her. She finally fell asleep with Santana's words still whispering in her ears and Rachel's face filling her eyes.