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"Wait… So you saw Berry sneaking out with Kurt and you didn't follow them?" Santana asked as she helped straighten Quinn's hair. "Kurt knows so he'll give you guys some alone time."

"I'd rather not, San. Besides, they're probably enjoying more of Broadway and I don't want to drag them down." She pulled away when she heard the sound of scissors. "San, no! I am not letting you cut my hair!"

"Oh good. You're listening."

"Are you crazy?! You almost cut my hair off with those!"

"Because it looked like you were about to fly off to Lala Land." She snapped her fingers with her free hand before pointing at Brittany at the other side of the room. "I'll bring you there when we get home!" she added before her girlfriend could ask.

"Do I really have to wait~?" the taller blonde whined.

"Yes, because this weekend is for Q."

"Okay…"

Santana sighed before seeing the small smirk on her friend's face. "Anything amusing?"

"I always thought you were whipped, but I suppose not."

The Latina raised her eyebrows before holding up the scissors again. "Call me whipped. Just say it if you love your hair." The two glared at each other before laughing.

What felt like seconds may have actually been two minutes. Quinn was seething, her hazel eyes almost turning completely green in anger as her now short hair began to stick up in different directions. She can hear it. The lyrics of the song Finn wrote. There was no doubt in her mind that it was written and sung for Rachel. She told the girl she didn't mind if they were going to date, but the way the diva acted when she returned to the hotel room was off. As if she didn't really enjoy it as much as she let out.

She felt a cool breeze hit her face and turned to find Brittany fanning her with a folding fan and Santana massaging her shoulders in comfort. She brushed them off. "I'm fine. I'm fine…" She folded her arms, trying to ignore the glare Santana gave her.

The Latina let out a sigh before patting her friend's shoulder. "Come on. Our cue is coming up. We can't mess up if you want to confess. Besides, you two wrote the next song so that's a start."

"Yeah… Yeah…" The blonde took in a deep breath before looking at the stage. "Let's go."

They all started to line up before making their way onto the stage, harmonizing to the duet. As the song started to come to a close, they all turned to the back of the stage. But there was silence. A silence that lasted longer than what was rehearsed. She dreaded the idea of turning around to see the reason but decided against it. She felt someone hitting the skirt of her dress. Probably Santana who can see it if she turned her head just a tad bit.

She took in a deep breath before turning her head to look at center stage. All she saw next was red. She wasn't sure how long the two have been in that position but she was sure she saw Finn cupping Rachel's face as they kissed. She quickly snapped her head back to the curtain, her breathing heavy as she tried to calm herself. Then she heard footsteps. She looked back again to find Rachel fleeing the stage.

"Shit…" She looked over at Santana who also seemed to have shown some type of panic. Great. Now they lost their lead singer thanks to the titan. She lightly groaned before running across the stage before the first note could hit. "Zizes. Take my spot. I'm going to follow her." She gave the bespectacled girl a gentle push to the other side before running backstage.

"Quinn! Quinn, what are you doing?!" Will caught up to the blonde and caught her. "You can't just leave in the middle of a performance."

"Let go, Mr. Schue. If you're as worried about Rachel as me, let me go so I can talk to her." She didn't care if she had to raise her voice at her coach. She saw tears and knew that the reason for the diva to flee may have been triggered by her actions.

"Quinn, this is serious! This could lead to immediate disqualification!"

"We still have twelve people on stage, Mr. Schue! I'm pretty sure Zizes can take my spot because I have no lines! Now let me go!"

"No, Quinn!"

A hand took hold of Will's arm, making the two turn to find Jesse St. James. This only made Quinn angrier, recalling the time Rachel told the team about how Vocal Adrenaline egged her with Jesse's help. He betrayed Rachel just to earn the top spot without putting her feelings into consideration which further angered the girl. "What are you doing here, James?" she scowled.

"I was here to show my support. Am I not allowed to?" He looked over at Will. "New Directions already lost their chances of making the Top 10 with that kiss and Rachel running. I'm sure having a pretty blonde with no lines leaving to comfort her would not ruin that performance." He made the coach let go before looking at the blonde. "Go. I'll take care of your teammates." He gently patted her shoulder before giving her a gentle push to the exit.

Quinn looked at him. "Thanks, but just know you're still on my list." She ran off to the hotel, ignoring Will's calls to stop her.

Rachel felt her head spinning as she sat up against the bathroom wall. Upon reaching the hotel room, the event left her emptying her stomach from the shock and confusion. Finn kissed her. In the middle of their setlist. Usually she would be happy about kissing the guy she's liked for two years, but now she's just confused. She was aware that the song was written for someone but she wasn't sure who. The bigger problem was that the song made her think of Quinn. Not Finn. Quinn Fabray.

"Oh my God…" was all she could say as she tried to process everything. The entire time as she was singing a duet to a love song, she could only think about a blonde former head cheerleader. Not the boy she has been chasing since glee club started. How was that possible? Why is it possible?

She heard the hotel room open. "Rachel! Rachel, are you in here?!" It was Quinn.

Rachel shakily stood up when she found the bathroom door handle rattling. She couldn't let her in. Not when she's like this. She leaned against the sink as she felt her head spinning again.

"Rachel, please open up."

"Go away, Quinn! I don't… I don't want to talk right now."

"Rachel, please! The others will be here any second asking about you and we need to talk. It's… It's my fault that you're feeling like this. It's my fault that you're being so unsure about your feelings for Finn right now and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that my selfishness is making you so confused about yourself. Just please…"

She can hear the blonde choking on her words as she apologized. Why was she apologizing? Why would Quinn Fabray apologize when all she was doing was just being a friend to her?

Rachel looked at the door before shakily reaching for the lock. She carefully turned it and heard a click. She opened the door to find Quinn who had tears running down her cheeks. Before she could even say anything, the blonde wrapped her arms around her friend, crying into her shoulder.

"I'm sorry… I am so sorry…"

"Quinn…" She heard messy footsteps running through the halls outside. She quickly brought the girl into the bathroom and locked the door, knowing the blonde wouldn't want to be seen as a crying mess.

The door to the hotel room opened as several voices were heard. "Rachel! Quinn!"

She didn't say anything, not wanting to be found.

"They have to be somewhere!" It was Finn. Probably looking for the diva after she ran off.

"This is all your fault, Hudson! If you didn't kiss Berry, this wouldn't be happening!" Santana shouted from the other side of the door.

"What do you mean?!"

"You fucking kissed Rachel! Do I have to put it in simpler terms for your pea-sized brain to admit it?!"

"Enough!" Will bellowed. "Fighting is not going to help us find them. We'll have to split up and search every possible place they could go. Finn. You're with me."

They heard the door close as Rachel let out a sigh. She looked down at Quinn who was still crying in her arms, muttering apologies one after another. She jumped when a knock came from the door.

"Rach? Quinnie? It's us." They recognized the voice to be Brittany. She was always smart when it came to emotions, apparently. "Please come out. Sannie, they're not saying anything…"

"I got this." They heard another knock. "Berry. Q. It's just me and Britt. Kurtcedes will be coming later. You guys okay?"

Rachel hesitated as she gently rubbed Quinn's back. "W-we're fine, Santana… Please leave us alone…"

There was a moment of silence before the Latina spoke up again. "We'll be right here if you need us. Once Lady Hummel and Mercedes come in, we won't let anyone else. Okay?"

"Y-yeah…"

They heard some soft footsteps, allowing them to let out the breath they seemed to have held. Rachel carefully pushed Quinn away before allowing the two of them to sit on the edge of the bathtub. Rachel took hold of a towel for the blonde to wipe her eyes with. "You okay…?"

"Y-yeah… I'm fine…" Quinn accepted the towel before wiping away her eyes and some of the makeup. She set the towel down onto her lap before letting out a deep sigh. "Rachel… I am so sorry… I didn't mean for any of this to happen… If only I did something sooner or just waited until next year…"

"Quinn…" Rachel carefully cupped the blonde's face with her hands so she can look at her. "What are you sorry for? None of this is your fault. I-I know I ran off, but it's just me… I'm just really confused at the moment, but you shouldn't apologize."

"I should be sorry, Rach… Everything that's happened… It's been killing me for three years and I just never had the heart to say it. And now that I'm trying to work up the courage to say it, it just ends up hurting you…"

"What do you mean?"

Kurt and Mercedes ran into the hotel room, but before they can say anything, they were quickly hushed by Santana. The two Cheerios took them to the far side of the room to explain everything.

"Those two locked themselves in the bathroom to talk," the Latina said quietly. "I don't know how but Q managed to get Berry to open the door and let her in."

"So what now? Everyone else is looking for them," Kurt said.

"I just sent them a text about giving them space. Your stupid step-brother screwed everything up when he wanted to mack on Berry in the middle of the setlist."

"Yeah, we know. We got twelfth place because of all this. We're lucky Zizes managed to go through Quinn's parts last minute," Mercedes said. "So what now?"

"They want to be alone so we should let them," Brittany said. "Quinn was crying… So was Rachel… We should let them talk."

"Come here." Santana held her girlfriend in a comforting hug to soothe her. She looked at the two. "If anyone tries to come in, kick them out. Those two need their talk and they won't do it if the rest of the team are in here screaming for them."

"No need to tell us twice."

Rachel was speechless as she looked at the blonde in front of her. The entire time they sat on the bathtub, Quinn told her everything. The instant regret the first time she slushied the diva freshman year. The anger and frustration behind all of the insults thrown at her that was played off as pure hatred. The constant need of releasing the anger that led to her dating everyone and sleeping with Puck. Trying to find herself and reject her sin by chasing other boys. Using her pregnancy and learning how to trust others to turn over a new leaf and find ways to make amends with the diva. Fighting against jocks for her sake, admitting her love for someone else she couldn't find herself naming. Her anger towards Finn whenever he tries to pursue either of them. Taking her to Prom and doing whatever it takes to get closer to her.

Tears stained the red face of the blonde sitting in front of her as she poured out all of her emotions. Regret, anger, depression. It was the most she's ever seen coming from the usually calm blonde who always held her head high no matter the danger that approaches her.

"And now you know… Everything… Everything that I have tried so hard to lock away but couldn't. All I ever wanted was to learn to be your friend and then turn it into something more… I shouldn't have when I know you liked Finn from day one… It's probably karma being a bitch to me by making all of my efforts hurt you… Confuse you in every way possible just because I'm trying to be nice after being a total bitch to you all these years… I'm so sorry…"

Rachel didn't say anything. She couldn't. What could she even say to what she's been told? But it explained everything. Everything that she even questioned when it came to Quinn's change in behavior the past few months. The guy she confessed to liking all these years was actually Rachel and she was so scared to admit it. Being kicked out of her own home just for getting pregnant must have made it worse for the blonde and she couldn't help but to feel sorry for her.

Quinn looked at the diva, sensing how she's been quiet the entire time. She stood up. "This… This is stupid… I told you all of this for nothing and… and I don't deserve any forgiveness or sympathy from you. I-I should go." She made her way towards the door, reaching for the lock but found her arm grabbed.

"…You do know that we didn't win Nationals… right…?"

Quinn turned to look at the brunette who held onto her. "You're… You're not mad?"

Rachel avoided her gaze for a moment before shaking her head. "I'm… just shocked. I'd never thought you would have feelings for me after everything. It doesn't mean I can return these feelings, but I do need some time…" She gently pulled Quinn back to the tub to sit. "I should be the one apologizing, Quinn… I should have seen through your actions and put in more effort to see your feelings. It's just… I have waited so long to finally be your friend because you're always so strong and willing to do what it takes to make sure people don't step all over you. I admire your bravery and wanted to learn from you. I just… I don't even know what to feel right now…"

"Well I'm sorry for making you confused…"

"Don't be." She paused before remembering that Brittany and Santana were in the room. "Does Santana and Brittany know about your feelings?"

Quinn gave a small nod. "Santana kind of forced it out of me ever since I slushied Azimio. Kurt and Mercedes caught on and asked me about it after what happened in your room." She stopped as her eyes widened at the memory. "Rachel, I am so sorry about that. My emotions got the better of me when you agreed to keeping that secret and I didn't realize what I was doing and-"

"Quinn. Quinn, it's fine. We've already put that behind us. There's really no need to apologize. I understand."

"No, you don't and I'm so sorry."

"Stop apologizing, Quinn. You've already told me so much, there's no need to panic so much. Usually that's my job but I guess we can't have two girls panicking in the bathroom."

A laugh escaped from Quinn's lips at the joke. "I guess not…" She looked at the brunette. "So… what now?"

Rachel pursed her lips as she folded her hands. "Well I can't just pretend that you never said anything to me… And my feelings are still running around like crazy trying to figure things out. Maybe we can just… be friends for now. And if you can still wait for me to think about it, I will gladly find my way to accepting your feelings and we can move on." She leaned closer to the blonde, a small smile on her face. "I actually really like you, Quinn… But I just need some time."

Quinn's lips slowly curved into a smile as she turned to face the diva. "Are you really willing to do that for me?"

"We are friends now, aren't we? If you're trying, so should I. Okay?"

Quinn nodded her head. "I'd like that."

"Okay. I'm going to hug you now." Rachel pulled the blonde into a tight embrace. "No matter what happens… We'll still be friends… Okay?"

"Okay…"

They pulled away from each other before Rachel stood up, extending her hand out to her friend. "Come on. We have some people to talk to so they won't worry."

Quinn smiled and took hold of the diva's hand before they left the bathroom. A pair of arms soon wrapped around them in a crushing hug. She let out a small laugh, knowing fully well it was Brittany who showed the most concern for the two.

"Brittany, let them talk before you crush them," Mercedes teased before gently prying the tall blonde away from the two.

"So are you two okay?" Kurt asked as they looked at the two.

Quinn took in a shaky breath before finding Rachel locking arms with her. The brunette gave her an encouraging nod, making her look at the four. "I told her everything. Things are still shaky but we're willing to work it out."

"Wait so you…" Kurt wagged his finger between the two, indicating the rest of his sentence. Rachel cut in before anyone can answer.

"Although touched by her confession, I'm still working things out on my own… I'm still in shock from both what happened on the stage and Quinn telling me her true feelings, but we have decided to remain as friends until I figure things out."

"Well that's good for the two of you."

"Any idea when you'll say yes?" Brittany asked as she looked at the two.

"Hopefully soon. Maybe we can hang out over the summer and think things through. If that's okay with Quinn, of course."

Quinn's breathing hitched when she found the girl looking at her with pleading eyes. "O-of course. I would not mind at all, Rach."

Santana's eyebrows raised at the stutter. Her lips soon twisted into a smirk as she looked at Rachel. "Berry, please hang out with Q more and invite me. I'd like to record every time the Quinn Fabray stutters."

Quinn felt the heat rising to her cheeks as she looked at her friend. "I did not stutter, San!"

"Your tomato face says otherwise."

"Oh fuck off!"

"I'm flattered, but I don't want to do it in front of the others, especially your little girlfriend."

"San!" Quinn stopped when she found an arm wrapped around her.

"Okay, Quinn. Retract the claws before we make another scene," Rachel soothed as she rubbed her hand against Quinn's arm in comfort.

The blonde took in a deep breath before giving a nod.

"Whipped."

Hazel eyes turned green at the comment. "I'll get you, Lopez."

"Bring it, Fabray."

A phone rang as Mercedes quickly took out her phone, stopping the fight. "Okay. Tina just texted me. Everyone will be in here in a few minutes. Kurt. Help me hold down Santana."

"Yep." The boy looked at the duo in front of them. "You two to the window before this gets ugly."

"Huh?" Before they could ask any questions, Brittany took them to the couch and had them sit, starting on some duck stories to distract them. They couldn't help but to smile at her innocence as she talked about her adventures with one of her favorite animals.

The door swung open at the team flooded the room, asking many questions about the two's well being after they suddenly ran off. Blaine and Tina had a good idea after getting texts from Kurt and Mercedes so they helped deflect the questions and giving the two space. Will was immediately at their side to comfort them even if he initially wanted to yell at them for running off.

It wasn't until Finn came in and all hell broke loose. He ran in asking about Rachel and it took the rest of the boys to hold Santana back from killing the quarterback. It was quite surprising that the smallest of the Unholy Trinity had so much rage in her body that she nearly threw off the toughest of the group. Even Lauren Zizes barely managed to hold her down at this point.

"Listen here, you little bitch! I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent and I'm fucking proud of it!" she screeched in Spanish, leaving everyone in shock and fear at the ferocity of her words. "Do you know what happens in Lima Heights Adjacent?! Bad shit! So if you even dare look at my girls like that after your little shit show of a stunt, I will go Lima Heights Adjacent on your ass!"

"Brittany! Brittany, do something!" Kurt shouted as he tried to hold down the Latina's arm despite her constant flailing.

The blonde quickly shook her head, knowing very well that she's never seen her girlfriend raging at this capacity. It was almost frightening for the most innocent of the group who often easily ended her girlfriend's fits.

"Santana! He's not worth it!"

Silence struck the room at the sharp voice. They turned to the petite brunette who stood up from her seat on the couch, even Santana who was shocked of the outburst. Rachel stomped over towards the quarterback, looking at him square in the face. The tall boy seemed to have faltered at her gaze which was surprising as only two people were able to do that and they were usually seen in Cheerios uniforms and ponytails.

She folded her arms. "Finn, I appreciate your concern but I suggest you leave. What you did back there was unprofessional and costed us a chance of being in the Top 10. I know it also applies to Quinn and I running, but right now you're making it worse. I suggest you leave before you put Santana on another fit."

Finn looked at his ex-girlfriend, surprised to see her defending the Latina and looking angry after what happened. He knew Santana would have went off at the two of them for the kiss if it costed them a chance for the Top 10, but he didn't expect it to be at this ferocity. But he knew he didn't have a choice, seeing how the Unholy Trinity viewed his company as unpleasant as well as the others. "Okay. Just… call me when you guys want to talk."

"Yeah…"

Finn took his leave. "I suggest all of the boys do the same. Kurt, you can stay," Rachel said," You, too, Mr. Schue. Please. We need some time alone."

The Spanish teacher looked at his co-captain before giving a reluctant nod. "Just tell us if you need anything. We'll be right next door." He led the boys out after having them let go of Santana who was quickly pulled into a hug by Brittany, the blonde whispering words of comfort to her.

"Please remind me to never go on Santana's bad side like that…" Tina said when the room was quiet.

"You probably won't, Tina," Mercedes said with a small laugh. "That is most likely reserved for Finn." They all took seats on the beds to make some kind of circle, Brittany tracing circles on Santana's arm to soothe her.

"So what really happened?" Tina asked once they were all settled.

"It's a really long story that we'll explain at a later time," Kurt said before looking at the Latina. "And Santana. Don't try to do that again when we get back to Lima. Whether he deserves it or not, he's still my brother and he deserves to live."

"Don't push me, Hummel," Santana snapped. "And fine. Just get Beiste if you and the boys can't hold me down next time." She looked over at Quinn and gave a small wink and smile. The blonde simply rested a hand on her friend's shoulder as thanks before resting her head on Rachel's shoulder as if begging for comfort.

Tina and Lauren's jaws dropped at the sight. They knew the two were beginning to be friends but not to that extent. Rachel simply held her hand up to stop any incoming questions. "It's a long story. We'll talk about it when we're ready."

"O…kay…" Tina looked over at Mercedes who smiled and shrugged.

"All in due time."

Rachel took out her phone before typing something in the text messages. She didn't press send and simply showed it to Quinn who looked at the screen.

For starters… Why don't we have breakfast at Tiffany's? Kurt already went with me yesterday so he's satisfied. We can bring Santana and Brittany if that makes you more comfortable.

Quinn smiled before taking the phone and typing a reply.

We can go alone. I want to talk to you more. See if I can woo you into knowing your feelings better.

Intriguing. I'd like to see you try.

Quinn smiled wider and cuddled her head into Rachel's neck, making the diva turn a bright pink. Rather than objecting, she smiled. Needy Quinn is actually quite adorable.