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A/N: This is the last chapter of the story, so read and REVIEW! I had fun writing this story, and I hope you guys had just as much fun in reading along. Enjoy the last chapter :)

"How did Finn take it?"

"Well." Rachel sighed, flopping onto the bed, on the phone with her now-girlfriend, Quinn Fabray. She still couldn't get over that. "I mean, he seemed to understand in the end, and he hugged me, but… I'm almost afraid he doesn't fully understand the situation, no matter how clear I try to make it to him."

"Hm. Stupid boy." Quinn smirked half-heartedly, knowing Rachel couldn't see it.

"Quinn, he's still my friend."

"Much to my dismay, may I point out."

"Relax, Quinn," Rachel murmured. "It's not like I'm going to do a 180 and become totally straight for him."

"Like you were before, when you were so intent on stealing him from me."

Rachel winced at the resurfacing regret and memories, reminding herself just how long she'd strung poor Finn along hopelessly. "Quinn, I have to tell you something. Is that okay?"

"You can tell me anything, you know that." Quinn chewed her lip slightly as she noticed the way Rachel had avoided a protest or an 'I'm still sorry about that' towards her comment on the previous boyfriend-snatching.

"The thing is… I was never fully straight. Okay, perhaps I was when I was younger or something, but not since high school."

"So, you were, like, bi, right? Wait, are you gay or bi?" The blonde briefly wondered if that was an offensive way to ask.

"Gay." Rachel seemed unfazed by Quinn's question. "And, no, I was never really bi. I mean, I guess I was trying really hard to force myself into being straight, but that was because I thought the feelings would go away. Usually, I would embrace such an important part of who I am, regardless of whether or not I had any inkling of it before it arose, but I couldn't seem to admit to liking a girl. Not when that girl was you, anyway."

Quinn sat quietly at her desk, fumbling with papers absently. "Wait, so, you mean you liked me before you dated Finn?"

"Yes."

"And you only dated Finn because you thought it would turn you straight or something?"

"Yes."

"And Puck?"

"And Puck."

"Wow."

"Quinn?"

No answer.

"Quinn?" Rachel's breath was panicky; she was unsure of how the girl had reacted to her confessions.

Quinn gulped before finally answering. "Y-Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm fine," she said, reassuring herself.

"I'm sorry, Quinn, I shouldn't have let this all out on you like I did. Finn had to know, but you didn't need to find out so quickly."

"Hey, I have just as much a right to know as he does, if not more."

Rachel cocked her head and thought about that, shrugging and saying, "I suppose."

"Don't you want to know what I think?"

"Yes," Rachel whispered meekly into the phone.

"Well, first, going back to my original problem, I'm glad that Finn isn't going to be all over you anymore. Really glad. Second… I don't know, actually. I guess I'm glad you're with me now, obviously, but I know if you would have said it earlier I probably would have ruined any chance we would have had together, romantically or otherwise."

Rachel nodded. "I understand. Finn actually thought he could convince me to be with him, as if I could just change who I am. It was rather disgusting and somewhat hurtful, in the end."

"What? I'll punch him… The nerve," Quinn muttered.

"Quinn, don't. He's not worth it and I want to salvage what's left of our friendship. It wouldn't help him get through this 'issue' if my girlfriend, his issue of sorts, brutally battered him in public."

"I wouldn't—"

"I'm not stupid, Quinn. I know you'd do more than just punch him and leave it at that."

"Fine. But if he makes another stupid-ass attempt to change you, I will hurt him. He has no right to do that."

"Technically, you don't have the right to punch him for not having the right to do that."

"Whatever. I don't need rights. I'll do it anyway."

"Oh, Quinn," Rachel giggled softly, pulling the covers up to her chest, knowing they would talk into the wee morning hours before either one even thought of hanging up.

Rachel arrived at school a new girl. She was a new, brighter Rachel Berry with more spunk and outward confidence than anyone could have ever expected possible or even legal. And right by her side was an equally beaming Quinn. They showed their feelings as was appropriate to do at school without worrying about anyone seeing them. They'd learn to stop caring about it so much. People were going to be judgmental and hurtful anyway, so there was essentially no point in trying to hide what was going on between them.

Though most Glee kids agreed that the cuteness and general connection between them was a bit sickeningly sweet, the girls didn't mind at all.

Rachel and Quinn were sitting side by side, Rachel's head resting on Quinn's shoulder. Mr. Schuester stood at the front of the class, animatedly talking about various musical terms, keeping only half the group focused. Quinn could hear Brittany and Santana flirting and giggling behind her, and she cast a look sideways to smile at Rachel's perfect and attentive face. Everything felt righted now between them. It was odd, though. Several weeks ago she wouldn't have held a conversation with Rachel Berry, not even it her life depended on it. Now, however, they couldn't get enough of each other. It was quite weird.

Quinn chewed her lip and stared at the whiteboard in the front of the room, seemingly to gaze emptily right on through it. She had her legs crossed, one hand in Rachel's, and her other arm was draped over her top leg that was crossed. She tilted her head slightly and continued thinking about their relationships and how she secretly thanked Mr. Schue for inadvertently bringing them together in the most peculiar way.

Rachel lifted her head off of her girlfriend's shoulder, turning to look at Quinn, who didn't have a notion of what was going on around her.

"Quinn," Rachel whispered, patting Quinn's leg with her right hand.

The blonde shook her head and jerked upright. "What?" She glanced between her teacher and her girlfriend. She felt like she had missed a crucial piece or two of information. "What?" Quinn hissed at Rachel somewhat desperately, hyperaware of the burning stares from the other Glee kids.

"Mr. Schue asked if we were all okay with attempting more trust building skills that are fundamental to being a strong team, and, well, you were quite obviously not paying any attention whatsoever."

Quinn grinned sheepishly. Was that all? "Yes, I'm fine with that."

"Good!" Rachel grinned back, resuming her position of snuggling up to Quinn and waited for instructions from Schue.

"Alright, guys. We have to go outside for this one. Don't worry, you'll have your same partners from before, and, Artie, Tina, feel free to join in on this one. Let's go on out to the field. It should be empty about now."

Quinn stood groggily, head heavy and clouded, and followed Rachel's guiding hand outside, though Quinn was able to keep her balance without a problem. "Mr. Schue, why do we have to go outside?"

"Because, guys, you don't want to try running in a small classroom. That'd get overly crowded and is a recipe for disaster." William Schuester laughed and smiled, beckoning them with a gesture as he held the door open, revealing the football field.

"Now," Mr. Schuester began, gesturing to the entirety of the grassy field. "If you'll all get with your partner from before, we'll get started. Okay. So, here I have blindfolds. Enough for half of you. That means one partner is blindfolded while the other isn't. I'm gonna let you choose which of you wants to be blindfolded first, and then the partner that can see will lead the blindfolded member across the field. First, start at a walk. Then you should be up to running speed by the time you reach the opposite end."

Quinn shifted from foot to foot as their teacher went on and on, explaining the task further in detail. "You sure you're up for this, Rach?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"I didn't exactly do my part last time we had to trust each other."

"This is different," Rachel insisted. "We're different. And I don't care how many times you hurt me before we were together. What matters now is that we put that behind us and see each other in a new way."

Quinn chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss on Rachel's lips. "Your non-stop talking really is too cute."

"You know, I think I'm okay with that right now." She smiled against Quinn's lips, reaching up onto her tip-toes to kiss Quinn sweetly on the nose and tangle her fingers in the blonde locks.

Quinn grinned and wrapped an arm around Rachel's waist, pulling her close. She put pressure on the brunette's hips, pushing theirs tightly together, smirking down at her girlfriend. Rachel shyly gazed up at Quinn, putting her arms around the taller girl's midsection, leaning into her.

Around them, people snickered and rolled their eyes. Mr. Schuester had to clear his throat considerably loudly to get the girls to focus back on him and realize just where they were. Quinn beamed, albeit somewhat guiltily, while Rachel hid her face in Quinn, blushing from cheek to cheek. Finally, Mr. Schuester told them to choose who was to be blindfolded first, and then they could begin the exercise.

"Well? Me or you, Rach?"

"Is it alright if you go first?"

"You just wanna relive that day, don't you?"

"Hush, I do not." Rachel was fiddling with the cloth to get it tied around Quinn's head securely. She tugged at the knot, shifting from behind Quinn to in front of her, making sure the cloth was fitted correctly. "Can you see anything?"

"No."

"Are you sure? Promise?"

Quinn laughed and smiled at the voice, unable to visually locate the girl it belonged to. "Yes, I promise. It's fine. No sight whatsoever."

"Good. Now, give me your hand," Rachel commanded. Quinn held her arm straight out, expecting Rachel to do the work and get to it. She did, and held Quinn's hand in hers. "I've got you. We're going to start now, okay?"

"Sure."

Rachel pulled Quinn behind her at a walking pace, not feeling much of a difference form usual, since the brunette almost always dragged Quinn around as it was. She began to quicken her steps, now speed-walking. Quinn seemed to match the speed pretty well, fairly close to the leader of the two. Soon enough, Rachel was at full-out sprint, grinning from ear-to-ear, despite the fact that she was pointedly not cut out for sports, as determined by her way of running. Quinn hurried after, not afraid to move faster, since she could tell how close she was to Rachel by how the length of the brunette's arm adjusted. By the end, Quinn was standing in one spot, not sure who or what was directly around her.

"Can I take it off now?"

"Yes," Rachel panted in a laugh, reaching up to untie the blindfold.

"I got it, Rach." Quinn smirked and slipped it right over her eyes and off her head.

"So, did you keep up with me well enough?"

"You're no professional athlete, so, yeah, it wasn't too hard."

Rachel pouted and Quinn rolled her eyes at the dramatic look. "I'm kidding. Well, not really. You're not cut out for sports. But it was fine. Everything was fine, okay?"

Rachel nodded, reaching around to hug Quinn, still exhilarated from running the length of the football field.

"It's your turn now. Come here."

Rachel paused, hesitant to be blindfolded and lead across a large, potentially dangerous field. "Maybe this isn't a good idea, Quinn."

"What? I did it and I'm perfectly fine. God, I never meant to drop you in the first place Rachel."

"Oh, I know that."

"You finally get it?"

"I have eyes, Quinn. I see the way you watch me and become tense when people other than you talk to me."

Wow, way to blow that one, Fabray. Quinn had really had no clue that her girlfriend had any idea that she got horribly upset and over-protective when people tried to have a conversation with her. "See? I told you! Besides, you don't have a choice, so get over here." Quinn grinned and locked her arms around Rachel's waist from behind, pulling the girl close to her chest. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" She laughed and kissed her girlfriend's hair. She went about putting the blindfold on, checking to confirm that Rachel was utterly blind.

"You have to trust me, Rachel."

Rachel breathed deeply. "I know."

"Good. We're going to start walking. Just hold my hand." Their hands were already entwined, so that was much easier to put trust into. Rachel followed Quinn's slow steps, and kept up fairly well when she sped up. Then Quinn was running on pure giggles, many of the Glee members at the same trot. She turned to run backwards as she pulled Rachel, accidentally hitting Kurt and Mercedes on the way, throwing Kurt, Quinn and Rachel onto the ground. Mercedes had avoided the contact. Quinn screeched in a fit of high-pitched squeals as she tumbled to the ground, jerking Rachel down with her. Rachel's screams were of pure fright and terror, which made Quinn's seriousness and her attention go straight to the brunette.

Rachel was half on top of Quinn, half falling off of her. "Hey," Quinn cooed. She stroked the girl's brown hair. "Rach, are you okay? Hey."

Rachel hands were now both clutching Quinn's shirt's fabric tightly, her face hidden in the blonde's toned stomach. She shook her head fervently, causing Quinn to maneuver around the brunette so she could shift into a sitting position without harming her.

"Rachel, I'm so sorry. Hey," Quinn pleaded, placing her hands on Rachel's cheeks. She lifted the girls head, which she found out was awfully wet with tears. "Oh God, are you okay?" She forced the smaller girl to hold her own body up, that way Quinn could easily assess the damage done.

"No, I am not okay."

Quinn frowned deeply, waiting until Kurt and Mercedes had left again to speak. "Shit. Are you hurt? Did you break a bone? Come on, give me something to work with."

Rachel sat back on the grass, bringing her knees to her chest, apparently not caring that she had a skirt on. "Look," she said, pointing at her right knee, tracing the scrapes and wincing each time she touched one.

"I can't believe this," Quinn groaned, pushing her hair out of her face in a blatantly frustrated manner. "I screwed up again."

Rachel couldn't exactly deny that, for she did manage to hurt Rachel in some way each time they'd done a trust builder. "I'm perfectly fine," Rachel sniffled. "It's only a scratch," she insisted, standing up with a flinch, leaning heavily on the leg without the injury.

"It is not, Rachel. Stop saying it's fine. It's not. I'm going to get the first aid kit, okay? See, you can't even walk." She pointed accusingly as Rachel hobbled, Quinn partially acknowledging the brunette's lack of experience with physical pain and her tendency to dramatize the smallest things. However, because of Rachel's inexperience of getting hurt, Quinn was positive she had to fix the situation. "Let's go," Quinn snapped out, bringing herself to her feet and grabbing Rachel's hand determinedly. She patiently walked with her at a pace that Quinn could only guess alleviated some of the brunette's pain.

The Glee kids finished their runs and were talking with Mr. Schuester and amongst themselves, no one daring to infringe on Quinn and Rachel's problem at the moment. They simply let them go back into the school and towards their classroom.

"Rachel, I'm so, so sorry."

"I accept your apology, but I will be fine."

"Yeah? Okay, then go on, walk without me holding you up."

"Quinn…" Rachel huffed and kept her arms securely locked around Quinn's side. "I can't. It stings."

Quinn shook her head. "Then stop trying to say everything's okay when it's not. Here, sit down." She used her leg to drag a chair closer, shifting her hold on Rachel to allow her to sit in the chair. "I'll get the First Aid Kit. Do you know where it is?"

"Top row of cabinets, far left. Second shelf. I've seen Mr. Schue rummage through the cabinets quite often. He never seems to remember where he puts things. I, however, have an impeccable memory. One that is well adapted and adequate for memorizing lines."

"Of course you do," Quinn agreed, nodding with a laugh as she made her way to said are of the cabinetry. "What size band-aid do you need?"

"I thought you were taking care of me."

"Well then, why don't I come over there and poke at it? That should tell me what size you need." She started towards Rachel with a serious look.

"Quinn! No, that would hurt!" Rachel pouted as the blonde approached, shielding her knee with a hand, hovering it over the injury so as not to cause any more pain to it.

"I know," Quinn chuckled, stroking her hair lovingly. "I was kidding. Move your hand so I can see it."

Rachel hesitantly obeyed. "It's incredibly beaten up. It won't leave a scar, will it? I can't have a scar marring my perfect—"

"It's fine," Quinn interrupted. She smiled and shook her head, squatting in front of Rachel to get a better view of the scrape. "I might as well get the big one, since you fell pretty hard. I'm sorry," Quinn repeated, bouncing up to standing height and leaning down to be eye-level with the brunette. She searched the girl's brown eyes and half-smiled. "Sorry," she once again mended, kissing Rachel's forehead before walking away.

Quinn managed to get the bandage swiftly and packed up the kit with ease, sliding it back onto the shelf and closing the cabinet door. "Actually, I should get something to clean it with," she said, mostly to herself, as she got some paper towels wet and grabbed a dry one as well. She sat cross-legged in front of Rachel, ready to fix her up. "This might sting," she warned.

"Quinn, don't say that. Doctors always lie when they say that, because, no matter how much they say it might hurt, it is guaranteed to actually—Ouch! Quinn!" Rachel frowned, wincing from the cold and the pain in conjunction with it. She shot a hand out to hold her aching knee, but she had it promptly swatted away by Quinn.

"Don't touch it. I told you it would sting." She rubbed the cold paper towel against the red cut, glancing between what she was doing and the pained look on Rachel's face. "I'm done cleaning it, look." She held up the wet paper towel as Rachel examined her knee.

"It still hurts," Rachel whined.

"I know, I'm sorry. Just sit still while I dry it and put the band-aid on." She patted the cut dry, careful as not to put too much pressure on the wound. "You're okay," she soothed. "I'm gonna put the band-aid now. This is the easy part." She smiled reassuringly at Rachel and rubbed her thigh to comfort her a bit. "There," she said, grinning at Rachel. "I'm done." Quinn stood and brushed herself off. "You're going to be fine, I promise." She held out a hand that Rachel willingly took and hoisted the smaller girl up.

"Thank you, Quinn." Rachel smiled like she owed her entire life to Quinn and hugged her warmly.

"You're welcome," she murmured, closing her eyes, sinking into the hug and the feel of Rachel's body heat against her own. "Rachel?" Quinn whispered, feeling that was a more appropriate volume.

"Hm?" Rachel had her head resting on Quinn's shoulder, leaning it softly against the blonde's neck.

"Rachel." Quinn pulled away, holding Rachel's arms gently, to gaze at the girl's face. A smile spread across her face as she kissed her girlfriend. She slipped her hands to Rachel's waist and whispered, "I love you," into the brunette's tan neck.

Those words alone stole the breath right out of Rachel's lungs and she eagerly responded with, "I love you, too!" And, in that moment, alone in an otherwise empty school building, Rachel felt invincible.