Hey! I tried to use some of the ideas and I'm planning to use another one, in the next chapter maybe? Also the next chapter will probably have some of Quinn feelings, feature Rachel Berry, and Quinn will tell Shelby how she feels. Keep reviewing!

I looked at the all the people at the mall. There was that hipster dude, the blonde girlfriend and boyfriend, the old lady with the cane. I looked to Quinn who was standing in the line and smiling and chatting to the family of four behind her.

I watched her facial expressions like her smile, look in her eyes, hand gestures. Quinn looked back at pointed me out to the family. They followed her hand and the mother said something to Quinn. Quinn nodded and seemed to agree.

I looked down at the table embarrassed, tapping a rhythm on my leg with my fingers. I looked up again to see Quinn walking back with three pieces of pizza on a plate in her hand.

She set the plate on the table and sat down. "Thanks for waiting," she said as she set straightened out her skirt. I was going to ask her if she knew those people that she was talking to in the line but I decided not to.

I raised my eyebrows as I watched Quinn pick up a slice. "You like pineapple and bacon on your pizza?" I asked.

To me this was very strange. I'm one of those people who can't eat foods with weird flavoring, and I'm sensitive to spice. I like bland food, I guess. Cheese pizza, lightly salted chips, no toppings on hot dogs or French fries, no sauce for chicken or meat or anything like that. Anne calls me weird but that's coming from someone who puts like, three pounds of relish on a hot dog that makes me feel sick just looking at it.

Quinn frowned. "You don't?"

I shook my head. "I only eat cheese pizza. Not even pepperoni," I looked down at my lap tapping a quick beat on the seat, "Plus, you…don't really seem like type to like all kinds of weird things on food. I mean, you're you…" I shyly looked up at Quinn.

Quinn opened her mouth as to say something but then broke into a smile. "I guess it can be our little secret then, huh?"

I shrugged.

….

Quinn had just finished her second piece. I waited while texting on my phone. Typical teenager I had to admit.

"So, Beth, do you sing?" Quinn asked.

"Sing?" I didn't know how to answer this question. Since my mom was on Broadway there always seemed to be music playing, whether it was my mom singing in the shower or while cooking, or having some old CDs play quietly from the speaker in the living room. Obviously my mom had tried to have me follow in her footsteps by giving me singing lessons. When I was younger I used to love them. But as I started to get older I kind of got more 'out' of it. My mom is always trying to get me to sing while were watching a musical or something but I always refused. However, one of my 'guilty pleasures' (I guess you could call it that) was when nobody was home to sing as loud as I could to my iPod. I couldn't tell Quinn that though.

"Uh, not really."

Quinn looked at me with wonder. I bit my lip as she said "You sure?"

I nodded. I had the feeling that she could tell I was lying. I wasn't really lying though, right? I mean, technically, I don't even know if I was a good singer which I probably wasn't.

….

I was tired after a long day of shopping. I was resting my head against the leather seat of Quinn's car. "Beth," Quinn asked, "want the radio on?"

I shrugged. "Sure, why not."

Quinn turned on the radio to the song 'Keep Holding On' by FUN. "Do you like this song?" asked Quinn. She looked at me and smiled expectantly.

I tried to look taken aback. "I'm not going to sing!" I laughed.

"Aww, come on Beth! Please!" Quinn begged.

I shook my head. "Nope. I can't even sing anyways."

"How do you know you can't sing?" asked Quinn, "Have you ever sung to anybody? It wouldn't make sense if you couldn't sing, I mean, you grew up with Shelby Corcoran; Broadway legend!"

"I-I could never sing in front of people, Quinn." I shook my head, "no way."

"Beth, you need more confidence. You should join the glee club in high school."

"1. Glee club is for losers, 2. You have to be able to sing. And I can't. 3. Even if I COULD sing I would have to sing in front of people. And that's a big nope."

Quinn looked sad. "That's what I used to think. But glee club was not just for singing, we were like a family when I was there. I had some pretty hard stuff happen to me in high school and the people in glee club were always there to cheer me up."

She had a kid right? "What was the hard stuff?" I asked curiously.

Quinn froze. "Uh, well, I-uh. Well, I got in a car accident, I uh, joined skanks, uh-I well. Well, Beth, I had a child in my sophomore year, resulting in me getting kicked off the Cheerios, and becoming the school laughing stock." Quinn looked about to cry. Her lip was trembling and her eyes were getting red. Great. This is what? The second time today I've made her cry?

"You don't have to continue if you don't want to," I tried to make her feel better.

Quinn wiped her eyes. "I'm fine." she said stoutly.