Hey! You know, I actually like this chapter a bit, and it's kind of the only one I'd really really apprciate feedback on... So if you can, I'd really love it. I want your opinion on where this is going with the Quinn/Rachel thing. I already mentioned it was going to be Faberry eventually, but I don't plan on them actually being a couple until like Journey, or Funk. So if you can, just lemme know. :D

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Chapter 11

Glee club got a bit hard this week, and we were practicing every day for these invitational's. I didn't really like April that much. She was always drunk, and I made Kurt stay away from her from now on. Even though he was older than me, it seemed like it was the other way around.

It was weird that I really missed Rachel. It was strange without her here bossing everyone around, and I was sad about it. I found it strange that I was sad about it too. I just shook it off as the pregnancy hormones. I didn't even like Rachel.

"Hey Quinn!" someone shouted.

"Huh? What?" I said, confused.

"We're going to the auditorium for a last dress rehearsal, are you coming?" Kurt said.

"Oh, yeah," I said, and stood up and followed them to the stage. This is going to be my first time singing in front of an audience. I was nervous. I was used to dancing in front of hundreds of people, but even if I didn't really have any solos. I don't know how Rachel does that. I may end up going to talk to her about it, and ask for her advice. What if they gave me a solo for next time? Oh god, what am I thinking about? I can't go ask Rachel! I can ask to hang out with her, to maybe try and get her off of my boyfriend. Hmm…

"Quinn! Stop doing that!" Kurt shouted at me, and made me get up on stage for our last time doing the songs before tonight. Daddy was going to be here tomorrow to see us.

Kurt had to shout at me a couple times more, but we perfected the songs, and were dismissed until tomorrow. I found Rachel in the choir room sitting at the piano.

"Hey Rachel," I said, and grinned at her.

"Oh, hello Quinn," she replied.

"So what are you doing?" I asked, and leaned against the other side of the piano. She kept looking down at my stomach, and I didn't really know if I should say anything.

"Why could you possibly care?" She asked.

"Oh I don't know. I was just going to ask your advice on singing tomorrow. It's my first time in front of an audience," I said.

"You perform with your Cheerios all the time," she said.

"I don't sing,"

"Well, you're a great singer, you shouldn't be worried," she said, and started to pack up her music.

"I don't know, maybe we should go somewhere and you can help me out. I mean, we're friends, we can hang out," I said.

"We're friends?"

"Yeah, I mean, just because you abandoned us, doesn't mean we can't talk still,"

"Well, I guess. My dad and daddy are making dinner tonight, would you like to come over?" she asked.

"Sure, I can follow you home," I grinned.

Rachel looked kind of scared. I was scared too. What the hell am I doing? I've tormented her for years, why am I being nice? Stupid hormones. Oh well, I was going to get tips from a great singer, and home cooked meal. I just hope they are good cooks.

Rachel actually leaved within walking distance from our house, and I commented on that when I parked in front of her house.

"Oh, well, that's a coincidence," she said, and led me into her house. Her parents weren't home, and would be in less than an hour.

"Would you like to work in my bedroom?" she asked.

"Uh, sure," I said. I noticed the very many pictures of her were around the house. From when she was a baby, all the way up to now. Her dads had very good taste, and all the furniture and colors and everything matched. It looked like a house out of a magazine, but it also looked home-y. I liked it. Our house mismatch couches, and white walls. Kurt wanted to fix that, but we didn't really have the money for new furniture, so my dad just saved up for a giant flat screen TV.

Rachel's room was quite a surprise when I walked in, but I was completely expecting it. Everything was pink, and there were stars all over. It was creative, but very bright. I sat on the little couch thing she had at the end of her bed and she sat in the chair opposite from me.

"So what were you actually coming to me for?" she asked.

"Oh, I was just nervous about tonight, what do you do to sing in front of everyone?" I asked. Why am I here? Oh god…

"Well, I just don't get nervous really, I'm a fabulous soprano, and it just doesn't bother me. I think you could use the 'underwear' method?" She suggested.

"Picture everyone in their underwear?"

"Precisely, just think of everyone else being embarrassed, and not yourself,"

I nodded, and reached behind me to pull my hair out of my pony tail. I shook me hair out and let it lay on my shoulders, and got a headband out of my bag.

"Well, do you want to watch a movie or something until my dads' get home?" Rachel asked.

"Sure," I stood up, and followed her back downstairs. This whole thing was completely awkward. I'm crazy. I can't be over here. What if people found out?

"Hey, Rachel, could you not tell anyone I came over?" I asked.

"Uh, sure. I don't really have anybody to tell anyhow," she said.

"Okay, thanks," I said.

"Do you want to watch my favorite movie? Funny Girl," she asked in the living room.

"Sure, Kurt makes me watch it with him all the time," I replied, and set my bag on the ground next to the couch, and sat down.

She turned her back towards me to get the movie, but I caught that smile.

"Hey, will you sing My Man? I'd love to hear you sing that. It was my favorite number, along with I'm The Greatest Star," I asked. Okay, why did I do that. Confusion was a very common emotion today.

She skipped to end of the movie first, and then paused it as Fanny was going to sing.

"Right now?" she asked.

"Sure?" I replied.

"Okay.." she said. She seemed nervous.

"What happened to not being nervous in front of anybody?" I asked. Well, my mouth works before my brain most of the time.

"Uh," she hesitated before just not saying anything and then just pressed play. Wow, I got Rachel Berry speechless.

"Oh my man, I love him so," she whispered. It came across as very soft, and sweet. I knew she would be absolutely perfect for this song. I loved how loud she got in the end. It was amazing, and just so powerful. I even clapped when she was done.

"Wow, that was amazing," I said.

"Well, I've never sang that in front of anyone but my dads,"

"Oh," I didn't really know how to reply to that. She got the awkward silence, and decided to restart the movie and sit down. I noticed the little space in between it. I hardly even pay any attention to the movie, as I was just feeling around us.

Her dads came home even before the Intermission, and I was glad to get out of my seat.

"Oh Rachel, we're home!" They called through the door, and when they noticed me they stopped.

"Oh well hello," one said.

"Rach, I didn't know you brought a friend home,"

"Oh, Daddy, this is Quinn, from Glee Club," she said.

"Well that's fantastic, we finally get to meet one of your friends. We'll be making dinner, I hope you'll stay, Quinn," one said, and then came up to me, and held out his hand, "I'm Leroy, and this is Hiram."

"Hi," I said, and shook both their hands. You could barely tell they were gay. I kind of already like them. By sitting on the kitchen barstool while they cooked dinner, I knew I loved them. They were amazing parents, and witty, and just awesome. Rachel was a very lucky girl. I laughed so much that night. Their food was fantastic too. It was vegan, which was a change for me, but I actually really enjoyed it.

Rachel and I finished the movie, with her parents so it wasn't as awkward, and by then it was dark, so I had to drive home.

"I hope we get to see you again, Quinn," Hiram said, as they walked me to the door.

"Drive safely," Leroy said.

"Oh, I'm just a couple streets over actually," I said.

"That's really cool! Bye Quinn! Have a nice night,"

"Very nice meeting you,"

Rachel said, "Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow at the performance."

I smiled and waved as I walked down to my car and pulled away from their house. It was a strange night, but I happened to enjoy it. As much as I thought it was a total mistake, it was nice.

Kurt and Dad already ate when I got home, so I was glad, and I went up to my room.

I heard dad from downstairs as I walked up them.

"Wow, she's in a good mood,"

I rolled my eyes and shut my door.

I surprisingly didn't see Rachel all day. It wasn't until after the audience was starting to fill up that I saw her in the back. I smiled, and went back to our dressing room. Which was the choir room.

"Okay, audience is starting to fill up, we should warm up," Artie said.

"Okay, Brad, can you help us out?" Mr. Shue asked.

Our main singer wasn't here yet even. I could tell he was freaking out. He wouldn't show it, but I've had a long time to notice those things. We started the warm ups, and April came in, drunk as ever not in the costume we had for her. It was all pink, and had ribbons, and tassles. It was terrible, and walked by us muttering things. She kissed Puckerman! Grabbed my brothers' nose too. I rolled my eyes. I knew this would happen. This show is going to be a disaster. I knew it from the beginning. Mr. Shue should have never brought her in her.

He left when Ms. Pillsbury came in though. What an asshole. At least April can still sing when she was drunk. We were going out in a little over ten minutes.

"Alright, two minutes, let's go to the stage," Mr. Shue called, coming back in. Was he really letting her go on like this? This would never have happened if Rachel never left. I need to find a way to get her back in after this fail tonight. I need to keep her away from my boyfriend too. I didn't see anything about it yesterday, but something needs to be done.

The lights went out, and the clapping began. Principal Figgins introduced us, and the curtain rose. I was partnered with Puck, and the performance went spectacularly, which was very surprising. We all did a sigh of relief, and threw our hats into the air. There was a fifteen minute intermission, and the band was going to play, and then we would go back on for our second number.

I was pumping with adrenaline, and we hurried to change our shirts, and touched up our makeup quickly.

"We were a hit! They loved us!" Artie rolled towards Mr. Shue when he came back in. Santana actually let Kurt do her makeup. I was watching just to make sure Santana doesn't lash out or anything.

"W-w-where's April?" Tina stuttered.

"You were right Mr. Shue, she'd massacre Mariah in a 'diva-off'," Kurt said. I can't believe he still approves of this.

"April is amazing," Mr. Shue said, and hesitated to finish his sentence. I knew something was up, "But she's not in the glee club anymore."

Everyone's jaw pretty much dropped to the floor.

"I screwed up bringing her here. It was about me, and Glee Club was supposed to be about you guys. You don't need her to be great," he said.

"But we need her for the second act," Mercedes said.

"I'll just have to go out there, and tell them we had to cut the show short," he said, "Hey!" he noticed our disappointment, and anger, "Guys, you were great!" I noticed Rachel hovering in the doorway.

"Don't worry, there will be other performances," he said. Rachel walked in behind him.

"Excuse me? I think I may have a solution. In show business, if a star can't perform, her understudy steps in. I'd be happy to go on for April if you'd let me," Rachel said quietly.

"Since when are you willing to be an understudy?" Mercedes asked. Okay, that was mean. You cannot be mean to her like that.

"Since I quit the play," she replied.

"Really? Why?" Kurt asked.

"I realized being a star didn't make me feel as happy as being your friend," I bet this had something to do with yesterday, "If I let myself down when you needed me the most, I'd never forgive myself. I know all the words to the song."

"You don't know the choreography," I said. I wished I didn't. Again with the head not working! God.

She was stuck there.

"Then we're going to have to give her a lot of help out there," Finn said.

My mind blew up with anger. No! Finn cannot be doing this! It just proves that he's cheating on me! I can't be cheated on! I'm the head cheerleader!

They smiled at each other, and I glared.

"Go get in a costume, Rachel," Mr. Shue said, and that smiled widened on her face, and she rushed off to change to have enough time to learn some of the dance moves. It actually turned out quite well, and Mike and Britt helped the most, and then it was show time.

I actually happen to love Queen. As much as my dad loved Mellon Camp, and Kurt loved Broadway music. My passion was good rock and roll. Freddie Mercury is my favorite too. I helped pick the song, and I was overjoyed we were still able to perform.

The stage was ready for us, and the performance was also amazing. Maybe the Glee Club will not be so in the dumps after this. Maybe we even had a chance at sectionals. I considered us to be really good actually.

After we sang, everyone clapped, and we just went insane once that curtain went down. I mean, crazing. Screaming, hugging, jumping. I think Brittany even flipped. Oh it was amazing, and I haven't felt this pure joy in such a long time. It was a nice feeling.