Meant to post this last night, but work got in the way. I apologize for the wait, but I've been a bit busy lately, and I also started a new story. So, if you have some time please check out, My Soul Alone Again. I hope you enjoy this chapter. And thank you for reading and reviewing.

Aside from the mistakes, I own nothing.

It was eleven o'clock, and Rachel was nervous wreck. She stood by her desk with clammy hands and a thumping heart as she watched her boss enter through the glass door.

"Hi, Rachel. Good morning," Quinn greeted sweetly then flashing a charming smile like she always does.

Rachel smiled back despite her uneasiness "Good morning, Miss Fabray."

"Can you please come inside my office and bring my schedule." Quinn asked nicely.

"Yes, Ma'am."

Rachel sighed in relief as the blonde entered her private office. She was finally able to breathe again knowing that Quinn didn't seem to have any recollection of what happened the night before. She could finally put her worries to rest and just erase it from her memory. The assistant shook her head, reprimanding herself for remembering the kiss again. How could she forget about it when her mind is keeping it on constant rewind? Before she could waste anymore time dwelling on it, Rachel broke herself out of her daydream and entered Quinn's private office instead.

"I'm sorry for being such a bad host and not even preparing breakfast for you this morning. I had a few shots last night and a kind of overslept..." Quinn explained, smiling sheepishly while rubbing her nape.

Rachel woke up pretty early the following morning and was relieved to find Quinn still asleep on the couch. She immediately gathered her stuff and stealthily made a quiet exit, not wanting to risk waking up her boss.

"Don't worry about it, Miss Fabray. It was perfectly fine."

"Did you sleep well last night?" Quinn asked.

Instead of lying, Rachel just told her the truth. The bags under her eyes made it pretty obvious after all. "Not really. I guess I just missed my own bed."

"You should leave early today then. Catch up on some sleep."

"No, thanks. I'll be okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Let's have lunch together then. My treat. I was such a bad host, and I want to make it up to you."

Rachel couldn't help but watch Quinn's lips. Mesmerized, following their every movement as the words came out of them. Remembering how those luscious lips captured hers and sent shivers down her spine. The lips that kept her up almost all night long.

Rachel quickly switched her focus, not wanting her boss to catch her staring. "There's no need for that, Miss Fabray. I should actually be thanking you for last night – for looking out for me."

"But I insist." Quinn said, not taking no for an answer.

And before Rachel could refuse again, Quinn stood up and grabbed something behind her desk. "By the way, I got this for you on my way here. I hope you like it." The blonde said, giving her an expensive looking box of chocolates.

Rachel accepted it with confusion plastered on her face. "Why are you giving me chocolates?"

"Just a simple gift. I hope this is okay. It's a lot cheaper compared to the trip to Italy."

Rachel had a sweet tooth, making chocolates one of her guilty pleasures. She couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly giddy at Quinn's sweetness. "Thank you, Miss Fabray," the brunette said evenly, trying to contain her excitement.

"You're very welcome. If you want, I can give you one every day."

"You don't need to do that. You'll make me gain weight."

"That's impossible. From what I can see, you're in really good shape. That's why I don't understand why you always wear these loose-fitting office clothes. Maybe next time, I should give you a sexy dress instead." Quinn walked closer to the smaller girl and tenderly lifted her chin with her finger tips. "And maybe a new pair of glasses –" The soft touch sent a sudden jolt of electricity to Rachel's body, causing her to move her head to the side.

"I'm sorry did I make you feel uncomfortable?" Quinn asked worriedly.

Rachel smiled slightly. "No, I just happen to be ticklish there." The brunette lied.

Quinn smiled back. "Oh, I see. Let's go to lunch then." And before Rachel could say no again, her boss already grabbed her hand and leading her out of the office.

Rachel furrowed her eyebrows as she saw the amount of money that was direct deposited into her account. It was a lot more than it should be. The brunette called the accounting department to report the discrepancy, but according to the payroll personnel it wasn't a mistake. If that was the case, then Quinn just gave her a big raise.

This is too much, Rachel thought.

Quinn was being way too nice to her. Her conscience couldn't handle it anymore. And she also couldn't handle the blonde's charm anymore. She was afraid she might completely fall for her. It was time to finally leave the firm. After thinking about it for a few minutes, Rachel finally made her decision.

She sat on her desk and started typing away on the computer. After writing her resignation letter, she printed it and proceeded to enter Quinn's office. The blonde was sitting in her chair, scanning through some documents, having just arrived from meeting with a few construction companies.

Rachel handed her the letter. Quinn's forehead was scrunched up in confusion and her eyes widened in surprise as she read through the letter. "You're resigning?"

The assistant just nodded.

"Why?" Quinn asked, looking perplexed.

The reason was on the letter. "I want to go back to Broadway."

Rachel could see the sadness in those hazel eyes, making her want to take back her resignation. But she knew she needed to stand by her decision. It just wasn't right for her to stay anymore. She needed to keep her feelings from developing any further. And that meant avoiding Quinn.

"Please don't go," Quinn pleaded sadly.

"I'm sorry, but I can't stay. My decision is final. I've wanted to resign for a long time now, but I prolonged my stay to help you out. But now that you're okay, I can leave." Rachel explained softly.

"You can't leave, Rachel. I need you."

The brunette bit her lower lip, wanting to give in to Quinn's plea. But she knew staying and getting close to the blond would just leave her heartbroken.

Her boss got up from her chair and came near her. Quinn held her hands firmly. "I need you. Please don't leave me, Quinn begged again.

Rachel didn't say anything. She just stared at her hands that were being held by the blonde.

"Please stay until I have to go."

Rachel looked back up to Quinn. "Why are you going somewhere?"

The blonde didn't answer her question. "Just stay for three more months."

Rachel faltered. She couldn't take the sadness in Quinn's hazel eyes anymore. It was breaking her heart. She nodded in agreement. "Okay. I'll wait. I won't leave yet."

Quinn smiled. "Thank you so much."

Rachel watched from a distance as Quinn talked to Sister Santana. She was curious about what the two were discussing. A few moments later, Sister Santa seemed to give Quinn a pray over.

The brunette couldn't understand Quinn's reason for not divulging where she was going. Rachel was certain that it wasn't work related because she knew about every transaction that pertained to the company. And she also knew that Quinn wasn't ready to get on a plane anytime soon because of what just happened.

Rachel was saddened by the thought of the blonde leaving and them never seeing each other again. She knew Quinn very well at this point. She knew her strengths, her weaknesses, her worries, and what causes her happiness. She also witnessed how Quinn changed her life around. She was proud of how she had changed. Rachel was glad she had been a part of that change and the blonde's life. She didn't want to leave or be apart from Quinn.

She could finally admit that she had fallen in love with Quinn already. But it wasn't right. Even if they try to pursue a relationship, she knew it wasn't going anywhere. Quinn wasn't capable of falling in love. She wasn't the commitment type. They would just end up breaking up, leaving her heartbroken.

In addition to that, Quinn didn't seem to want to get involved with any woman right now. As if she lost all interest in women. Even if the blonde sees her true form, she still wouldn't be interested.

Quinn considered her as a confidant. It didn't mean anything whenever the blonde held her hand. And there was no meaning behind Quinn giving her chocolates and cakes. Quinn was just a sweet and thoughtful person. And she shouldn't read into those gestures.

Who would have thought that her plan would have ended up like this? She entered her life to avenge her friend but she ended up falling in love with Quinn instead.

What a freaking twist of fate…

She smiled when she saw Quinn coming her way. There was also a smile on the blonde's lips. "Did you just have a confession with Sister Santana? Rachel asked jokingly.

"Sort of."

"Did it make you feel good?"

"Yes. I know you're Jewish, but could you please come with me to church one of these days?"

"Sure. That's actually good. Maybe holding on a to a higher faith will let you achieve that peace of mind you've been searching for. I know you still feel bad and blaming yourself for what happened to those women. You've been very sincere and you've changed. And if you give all your worries to God, I'm sure he will take care of you."

Quinn touched her shoulder. "Thank you, Rachel. You always make me feel better. If you never talked some sense into me, I'm sure I would still drinking and wallowing in self-pity. I don't know how to tell you how I appreciate everything you're doing for me."

"The chocolate and cakes are good enough for me." Rachel said, lightening up the mood.

"If that's the case, then I should buy an entire store full chocolates and cakes." Quinn said laughingly.

"I also want to leave something for my assistant. That should be okay, right?" Quinn asked her Uncle John. She picked her uncle, Sam's dad, to be the executor of her last will and testament.

"Yes, that's fine. Whomever you want is fine. Well, who is this assistant?"

"Rachel Berry," Quinn replied.

John smiled. "So, she's a woman. Aside from being your assistant what's her connection to you? Or rather what is she doing to you to make you want to leave her some inheritance?"

Quinn noticed her uncle's sarcastic tone. But she's couldn't really blame him, her uncle knew her reputation with women. "Don't think bad of her, Uncle. Rachel is a decent woman. And she's not my woman. She's my friend."

"Your friend?" her uncle asked incredulously. "And when did my niece start having female friends?"

"Actually, just now."

"How did it happen then?" Oh I know. I bet she's not that good looking so you didn't have any interest in her?"

Quinn looked into space and started thinking about what Rachel looked like. She was far beyond her type. She liked glamorous women who dressed well and knew how to make themselves look good. She liked women whose hair was always down and swaying with their every move. She liked women with noticeably beautiful face and a body to die for. Rachel was really far beyond her type.

"I think she's pretty. If she removes her glasses, lets her hair down, and wears fashionable clothes and shoes. I think she's just hiding her beauty."

"So, this assistant of yours is a nerd. That's why you didn't have any interest."

"She looks a bit out-dated, but she doesn't have nerdy character. She's intelligent, and not the nerdy type. She's efficient. As an assistant and a person, I can't really say anything bad about her. She's very good and nice. She's easy to be with and I have fun when I'm with her. She's funny, too. She could make me laugh even when I'm in a bad mood. And instead of getting irritated with her sarcastic jokes, I find them amusing. She always knows what to do on certain situations. She's bright, dependable, and a very good cook. I could eat her food all day. She has a good heart. She's also very thoughtful and sincere. She's very dear to me. I always like her around, I always want to…" Quinn stopped when she noticed her uncle giving her a knowing smile.

"You like her, Quinn."

"Of course, I like her. If I didn't like her then I would have never considered her as a friend."

Her uncle shook his head. "No. You like her not just as an assistant, nor just a friend, but as a woman. I'm not talking about liking a woman in a sexual way but liking a woman in a way that you might have never felt before."

Quinn furrowed her forehead. "What do you mean?"

"That you have feelings for her, Quinn. It's nonsexual… for now… But it's the kind of liking that is more beautiful than sexual liking. It's the type of feeling that could likely develop to love."

"What are you talking about?" Quinn asked confusingly.

"It's better to start out with this kind of feelings than starting out with sexual passion. I could smell commitment and wedding bells with that type of feeling."

"I don't understand, Uncle. Rachel is not my type." Quinn never thought about the brunette that way because she had respect for her. But she couldn't deny how she would sometimes try to imagine what Rachel would like without her glasses, with her hair down, and wearing sexy clothes.

"There is no such thing as "type" when it comes to love. People usually end up marrying people who aren't their type. In the beginning, your aunt wasn't my type. But I ended up falling in love with her. Maybe you're just not sexually attracted to Rachel yet, but you would eventually. It's a step-by-step process."

Quinn shook her head. "Don't give me any ideas. I don't want to get sued for sexual harassment."

Her uncle just laughed.

"Besides, I'm here so you could give me some advice on my last will, not on how to hit on my assistant." The blonde continued.

"What made you want to do this all of a sudden? You're too young to settle this kind of thing."

"I told you Uncle, ever since that plane crash, I just realized that there is no guarantee when it comes to life. And in case it happens again, I just want everything to be settled."