Thank you all for your feedback! I know I said not to hate Quinn, but you're all entitled to your opinions and I appreciate all your comments. I hope I did well in writing this chapter. Anyway, enjoy :)
Rachel awoke with a slight headache. Her eyes felt huge and puffy and she just felt altogether gross. No wonder Quinn didn't want to be with her. Sighing, she walked to her room, heading to the bathroom to shower. She let the warm water soothe her skin and she allowed herself to cry yet again. Why couldn't she stop crying? She supposed it was because never in her life had she felt so empty, so cold. Rachel tried to compose herself and when she finally did, she stepped out of the shower.
Shuddering, Rachel stepped into her room, putting on some sweats and an oversized hoody Noah had let her borrow. Just as she had finished pulling the hoody over her head, the doorbell rang. Huffing, she trudged downstairs to answer it. The brunette yanked open the door, revealing Puck and Brittany, with both of their hands full of things.
"Hi Rachel!" Brittany did a double take on the diva's face, "Woah, what happened? You look like crap."
"Gee, just what every girl wants to hear," Rachel stated sarcastically. "Just come in, I'll let you know eventually. Hello Noah."
Brittany smiled sheepishly and stepped inside as Puck grunted his hello since he was holding a bag of chips with his mouth. They walked to the kitchen and set everything down on the table with a huff. Rachel watched amusedly as Puck rolled his arms around, clearly releasing the tension in them. She walked over and inspected everything they had brought. They brought an abundant amount of junk food, a collection of dvd's with a wide variety of different genres, ice cream, and different types of alcohol, mostly consisting of beer, wine coolers, and vodka.
"Did you rob the whole liquor store Noah?" Rachel teased, feeling her mood go up with her friends visiting her.
Puck grinned, "You have no proof I did it." He hugged Rachel briefly and looked at her sincerely, "Plus, Britt told me you had a pretty rough day yesterday."
Brittany nodded, "I hope you don't mind. I just had to tell him."
"No worries, we're all friends right?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah, and us Jews have to stick together," Puck answered. He looked at Brittany. "And by hanging out with us, you've become a Jew too Brittany. That's just how it works."
Brittany smiled, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Now, before we get into any emotional girly things, let's get our drink on!" Puck stated.
Rachel and Brittany giggled at his eagerness, but got a drink anyway. Rachel didn't care that it was barely twelve in the afternoon and they were starting to drink already because for once in her life, she just wanted to let go and enjoy the simple moments.
Fuck everything else.
Quinn woke up with a start. The blinding lights of the sun hit her, causing her to squint and groan. Who had opened the curtains?
"Rise and shine girl! Don't think I'm just gonna let you lay on your ass all day. Not until you explain yourself first anyway."
Quinn groaned again and flopped into the bed, throwing herself under the covers. She had momentarily forgotten that she had come over to Mercedes house quite unexpectedly last night. She wouldn't have allowed herself to do so, but since the whole pregnancy, Mercedes had become her friend, actually one of her best friends. She just had to tell someone about the whole Rachel debacle that had occurred or else she felt like she would explode. Telling her psychiatrist was out of the question because there was the off chance that she would mention it to her mother and that could never happen. Quinn sure as hell couldn't tell Santana because no doubt she would somehow use that information against the blonde and she couldn't tell Brittany because she was practically attached to the hip with the diva. So Mercedes would have to do. She trusted her enough before and she knew her friend wouldn't let her down now.
So when she came over, after breaking into her mother's liquor cabinet that she no longer touched, the blonde was fully prepared to just let everything out and let the chips fall where they may. But life doesn't always work that way. Instead, she broke down in front of Mercedes and practically cried herself to sleep, while Mercedes tried to comfort her enough to stop her breakdown.
Mercedes threw the covers off of Quinn, bringing the girl out of her thoughts. "You gave me a scare last night, what the hell was all that about?"
Quinn looked to a spot on the wall that looked very interesting at the moment. Mercedes huffed, "Oh hell no Quinn! You are not avoiding this. I know you, remember? So drop the act and tell me why you cried your eyes out last night. I haven't seen you that sad since you found out you were pregnant."
Quinn looked at Mercedes with swirling hazel eyes. There were so many emotions going through her eyes that Mercedes couldn't identify them all, but the ones that showed up the most were guilt, shame, and above all else, sadness.
Quinn cleared her throat, "I messed up... I messed up big time… And I don't think I'll be able to fix this."
Mercedes sat besides the blonde, wrapping her arm around the girl's shoulders. "What did you do? It can't be that bad, unless you got pregnant again. You didn't, did you?"
Quinn shook her head softly, "I wish I had, it would've been much easier to deal with."
Mercedes didn't know what was going on, but her home girl sounded broken. She sounded like the worst thing that could've ever happened, happened again, a hundred times over. She didn't want to pry, but how was she supposed to help her blonde friend if she didn't know what was going on? Before Mercedes could say anything Quinn shifted and sat by the bedpost, hugging her knees close to her chest.
"If I tell you something, do you promise not to tell anyone? Not even Kurt?" Quinn whispered.
Mercedes's heart broke for the girl. She sounded like she was begging for her to promise and Mercedes had never seen Quinn so… Emotional before. Not even with her pregnancy hormones going haywire. She nodded her head slowly and Quinn released a breath she had been holding.
"Okay… Well I guess I'll just say it," Mercedes smiled encouragingly and Quinn continued. "I… slept with... Rachel." Quinn quickly looked away.
Mercedes eyes bulged out, "You what!"
"I-I thought it was just some game. I convinced myself it was, even though I knew it was much more than that. So, I plotted some way into getting Rachel to sleep with me. It was actually a very hard task, seeing as practically everyone at school was fawning over her," Quinn scowled.
"Y-You… But, you're straight aren't you?" Mercedes spluttered out, still not quite comprehending that Quinn slept with Rachel. She thought that they were both prudes, at least that's what the boys would say.
Quinn sighed, "Not… Entirely." She hugged her knees closer to her chest.
"Oh," Mercedes whispered out.
Well, it wasn't that big of a news, it just came as a shock because she never thought the blonde would admit to such a thing. She didn't admit to it completely yet, but acknowledging it was something. Kurt had told Mercedes that not everyone in the glee club was as straight as they acted. In fact, he said that most of the club was actually pretty gay. What could you expect, it was a show choir. Mercedes shook her head to clear her thoughts and reached out to squeeze Quinn's hand sympathetically.
"It's okay, you know, I kind of already knew."
Quinn's eyes widened, "You did?"
Mercedes smiled, "Yeah, Kurt kind of told me. He said that you picked on Rachel because you were taking out your repressed lesbianism on her, thinking that she'd never reciprocate feelings that, again, you were repressing." Quinn's mouth was agape as Mercedes giggled, "Well, at least we know that wasn't the case. I feel kind of bad for calling him crazy now."
"Why didn't he tell anyone?" Quinn whispered.
Mercedes sighed, "He didn't want to out anyone. Although it would've been easier for him to have more people who can relate on his side, he wouldn't have been as cruel as to tell people about you. Any of you. Kurt believes that you'll all come out in time, hopefully, because a life of hiding who you are is no life at all." She smiled at Quinn, who smiled back slightly before frowning again. "You know we'll always love you though, the whole glee club, I mean, if you were ever to come out. And I'll always be here for you."
Quinn looked at her hands on her knees, "I doubt that. At least the person I really want won't love me back. Not anymore."
"What did you do? Because if we're still speaking about Rachel here," Quinn nodded her head, "then nothing you could ever do would make her hate you in any way. Look at us, we all treated her badly, but not once since she's been on top has she slushied us and that's really saying something."
"But I really messed up. You don't understand, it wasn't like before. You didn't see her eyes… They were void of any emotion and she's never looked at me like that. Or at anyone for that matter. Not even when Finn let her down on many occasions, although I'm way worse than he was," Quinn bit her lip and looked up, blinking tears away.
This was not the Quinn Fabray Mercedes knew. The Quinn she knew was ruthless and strong. She had her moments of kindness, but there was always something bothering the blonde that made her lash out. Mercedes now understood that it was probably all those pent of feelings she didn't want to have, but had anyway.
Mercedes squeezed her hand again, "Look, I don't know what you did, but I'm sure you didn't mess up that badly. Just, tell me, and I'll help you figure out a game plan."
Quinn nodded, taking a deep breath, "Well as you know, Rachel and I went to Breadstix Thursday evening. It was all part of my plan, you see. At least that's what I kept telling myself over and over because to think that I had any feelings at all, was completely out of the question." Mercedes nodded urging Quinn on, "Some waitress then starts to flirt with her and all I see is red. I couldn't have anyone want Rachel, I couldn't have anyone take her attention away from me, so I dealt with her and thankfully she left us alone the whole evening."
Mercedes giggled, "Girl, that would've been amazing to see! But why didn't you allow yourself to feel anything? I'd assume that you wouldn't care what anyone thought."
"I'm not that strong Mercedes. I care about what people think, that's why I've done everything in my power to get back on top," Quinn took a deep breath. "You have to understand that ever since I was a little girl these ideas of Christian morals were beaten into me. Not physically of course, but verbally. And even though they shouldn't matter to me anymore, because I did get pregnant and my parents did kick me out, religion is still a big part of who I am and being gay is like one of the deadliest sins. You know that. Which is why I refused to acknowledge my feelings for Rachel. I had refused them for two years, I was sure I could deny them until I left this town," the blonde sighed.
Mercedes nodded, "But something changed, right?"
"Yeah... Consciously, I still refused it, but subconsciously, my heart decided that it had been kept in the dark for far too long. So, this is what happened," She gestured all around her.
"I think I'm beginning to understand. Continue with your story, sorry for interrupting."
"It's okay," Quinn looked deep in thought before she continued. "Rachel was getting a bit drunk. She convinced the waitress to give her wine." Mercedes looked surprised and Quinn shrugged, "I still don't know what she told her, but anyway she then went on telling me things that I'm sure she wouldn't have if she were sober." Quinn cleared her throat, "She told me that she was more or less gay and that she was interested in me since sectionals of last year. Or at least that's when she figured it out, that she liked me, I mean. She told me this story of our bus ride back from sectionals and how I had fallen asleep on her shoulder, cuddling and holding her hand."
Quinn's eyes became red-rimmed again and her voice got huskier from emotion. "She thought I was asleep, but I wasn't. I was completely awake, the bus was bouncing way too much to even be able to sleep anyway. But I let myself snuggle into her, I let myself touch her, be touched by her because I thought that this would be my only chance to actually get away with touching Rachel Berry without the whole world freaking out. I was already an outcast, I didn't want to make myself even more of a freak," Quinn shook her head. "But I knew and she talked about it like it was the best thing ever, like I was the most amazing person ever. She asked me when I started having feeling for her and I lied. I told her that I had no feelings for her, but that there was definitely an attraction."
Mercedes rubbed comforting circles as Quinn hugged herself tighter, burying her face into her knees. She picked up her head and sniffled before speaking again.
The blonde cleared her throat, "We left and she was just absolutely perfect. It actually turned out to be our first date because I made her pay for our dinner. She was radiant after that and as I drove her home, I began thinking that it wasn't so bad. Loving a girl, I mean, especially not one as great as Rachel who only looked at me with such devotion in her eyes." Quinn sighed, "But of course I had to go and ruin in it because in my head, I was just relieving an itch I had to scratch. It was nothing more and I'd be damned if I thought it was. So, I slept with her. And I would've returned the favor had she not told me she was a virgin. I… I panicked, so I left her there, feeling used, no doubt, but I couldn't ruin her first experience. Especially not with someone as undeserving as me and when she was drunk. I wasn't going to go be a Puck, although I at least knew Puck loved me, or I assumed he did, but Rachel, she didn't even know if I liked her. And I used her like that."
"Um… Not to interrupt, but is their going to be any more… Sexual talk? I love you, but I don't love you that much," Mercedes said smiling softly.
Quinn smiled briefly, "No, that was it."
"Okay, carry on then."
Quinn nodded, "So I was fully ready to ignore her, but you saw that performance in glee. It was beautiful, I never feel as many emotions as I do when Rachel sings. I always made fun of her for it, but I never meant it because I knew it was something special. She was something special." The blonde smiled fondly, "Umm… My plan of ignoring her went right out the window when she said she was sick. After she left, I just had to check on her, just to make sure she wasn't going to die or anything. It was quite a task because Finn was all over me. I tried to remove myself as nicely as possible, but he just wouldn't let go, so I had to glare at him with my 'scary Quinn' glare to get him to back off."
"Wait, why are with Finn? If you don't like him, why string him along?" Mercedes asked.
"It was all part of my plan to get back on top. When I wasn't a Cheerio, I was a nobody. I couldn't go back to being that way so I found a way to get Finn to date me again. At least with him, I could be a somebody, even if I wasn't on the Cheerios," Quinn sighed. "I guess I don't need him anymore but I can't leave him. Not yet anyway."
Mercedes nodded, seeming to understand that Quinn probably needed Finn as some sort of beard since she wasn't out yet.
"Makes sense," She squeezed Quinn's hand. "Please continue."
Quinn nodded and her whole demeanor changed. If Mercedes thought she looked sad before, she was absolutely devastated now. "So, I went after her and she began standing up to me, and I just let her, but then I got angry because I spared her from further regret, yet here she was getting mad at me. I pretended I didn't know what was wrong, that she had no right to be mad at me and she then proceeded to tell me what was wrong with her. She told me how she felt that night, how a part of her still hoped that I did everything that I did because a part of me felt the same way she did. She told me…" Quinn sobbed, throwing her hand over face. She tried to compose herself, trying to speak past the tears, "She told me that she loved me. I knew that she probably did, but when she said it… It felt like the world stopped, like maybe I did deserve to be loved."
Quinn began laughing like a maniac and Mercedes wondered if the blonde was going insane, "You know what I did though? I threw it back in her face. Even when she called me out on my bullshit excuse, even when she kissed me to try to convince me that what she was saying was true; that I did feel something for her, I just tossed it, like it was garbage. Like I hadn't been waiting since Freshman year for her to acknowledge me, to get past the mask, and to say that she loved me. She saw me for who I was, but I dismissed it, as if it was not important." Quinn shook her head, " I told her, and this is me quoting my amazing self, I said 'don't flatter yourself sweetie, I don't even want to be with you. I sure as hell don't need you either. I was just using you because I wanted to see what the big deal was and you know what? Even if it was a rumor, you were still pretty amazing in bed.' Who says that? Tell me, who!"
Quinn was looking at Mercedes like if she knew the answer and the girl just hugged Quinn closer to her body. She didn't really see how her criticizing Quinn right now would help, so she tried comforting the blonde as best she could instead.
"I panicked. If I actually acknowledged my feelings then they'd be true, so I had to get her to back off and I thought that if I was a bigger bitch to her than usual, then she'd leave me alone and I could continue to be in my blissful denial. I couldn't let her know how much I actually did feel for her. It wouldn't have been good. I'm no good... And then I panicked some more, so I ended up telling her that I was just using her and when she asked why, I just told her I was a bitch. Like if that would explain everything. I had to get out of there before I started crying along with her, so I did." Quinn began blubbering, "I b-broke her Mercedes. You didn't see her face, she was completely devastated. I have never hurt someone so bad. I didn't want to, but I just couldn't deal with the consequences of loving another girl. I didn't want my mother to have another reason to throw me out."
Mercedes comforted Quinn for a good ten minutes as the blonde continued with her sobbing. After a while though, Mercedes had had enough. Quinn seriously needed to get her shit together if she wanted to be forgiven by Rachel. If that was even possible. She couldn't be this blubbering fool when she went to apologize to the diva, which she would be doing if Mercedes had anything to say about it. And she did.
She grabbed Quinn by the shoulders, lifting her up into a sitting position and grabbed her chin, forcing her to make eye contact. "Quinn, stop this. Stop it right now." Quinn sniffled and wiped at her puffy eyes, "Look, I won't justify anything you did because you apparently shoved your foot so far down your throat that I'm not sure if you'll be able to pull it out. You messed up big time girl and if want Rachel to forgive you, you're going to have to swallow your pride and do everything you can to make it right."
"I'm so sorry! I'll do anything, I swear it," Quinn cried out.
Mercedes sighed, "You're telling the wrong girl that. Quinn, you're not this mean. I know I don't know what it feels like to not be able to be yourself when you want to be, especially in this conservatory town, but that doesn't give you the excuse to step all over whoever you please. I thought you learned that lesson last year. We're family, you and I, which is why I'm going to try and help you get back into Rachel's good graces. I don't know if she'll want you as something other than a friend or maybe an acquaintance anymore, but I'll be damned if I don't help my homegirl out." Quinn nodded, having stopped crying thankfully. "First things first though, you have to tell your mom about who you really are. You can't keep hiding because knowing Rachel, she wouldn't want to hide your love. Sure, maybe she'll deal with it, but after a while she'll get tired of waiting and we'd be back to this again," She gestured to Quinn and herself.
"N-No, I can't tell my mom. She'll throw me out again. I-I can't do that," Quinn stuttered out, on the brink of panicking.
Mercedes patted Quinn's back, "Breathe Quinn." Quinn took deeper breaths, beginning to calm down. "How do you even know for sure that you'll be thrown out? Judy isn't like Russell, we all know he was the one who threw you out. And haven't you been telling me that she's been trying really hard to make it up to you? I'm sure she'll be completely understanding. But if I am completely wrong, you always have a home here. My mom and I would be happy to have you again, you know that."
Quinn nodded, "I just… I don't think I'll be able to do it alone. Do you think you could come with me when I tell her?"
Mercedes smiled, "Of course I will. I got your back girl."
Quinn threw herself at Mercedes in a very huge hug. She sighed contentedly against the girl's shoulder. If telling her mom that she was gay would help Rachel forgive her, then she'd do it. She do anything and there was no more hiding, no more denying. Quinn needed to do it to feel better about herself because she had gone too far and she had to redeem herself. The blonde just hoped that she still had a chance and that it wasn't too late.
Rachel was giggling loudly beside a an equally loud Brittany. Puck was laying on the bigger couch grinning widely at the stupidity being displayed on the TV. The trio were currently watching Scary Movie 3, and even though it wasn't that funny of a movie, being drunk kind of had something to do with their outbursts of giggling and Noah's overly happy attitude. They had gone through practically all of the movies Brittany had brought, as well as all the snacks and alcohol.
To say that Rachel was in a good mood would be accurately correct. She had forgotten about everything and if it was only for a moment, she rejoiced in the blissful obliviousness. She had told Puck and Brittany everything, skipping most of the details of the sexual experience of course, and they comforted her, alternating on squeezing her hand or hugging her. Brittany and Puck offered up advice, but ultimately they just agreed that the diva should ignore Quinn and focus on herself. Of course, it was easier said than done, but she agreed nonetheless. After that, they began drinking the day away. It was now 6 o'clock at night.
The movie ended and Puck stood up going to shut it off. He turned around with the biggest grin yet. Brittany and Rachel looked at each other before looking back at Puck.
"Why are you grinning like a crazy maniac Puckerman?" Brittany slurred out.
"It's just… I got it!" Puck grinned even wider, if that was possible. He rushed over to Rachel and kneeled in front of her, "Babe, you gotta do another one of those videos! You know the ones where you sing and then put them online?"
Brittany clapped her hands, "Yeah! We should totes do that!"
Rachel furrowed her eyebrows, "Why?"
Puck huffed, as if it was the most obvious thing. "Cause you've got to do something badass to prove that you don't need Quinn. That she has no control over you and that you're over it."
Rachel frowned, "But she does have control over me, and I'm certainly not over it."
Brittany hugged Rachel, "I think we should do it Rachy. Maybe it'll be fun and I was debating on whether or not I should start a blog of my own, so this would really help." She gave Rachel her best puppy dog eyes. "Please?"
Rachel sighed. Trying to say no to Brittany when she looked at you like that was like not wanting to cuddle a baby panda. "Okay, I'll do it," Puck and Brittany fist pumped while Rachel watched on amusedly. "How will that make me a badass though?"
"Well we have to sing like a song about being… Umm… Dirty? I don't know, but it has to be a somewhat sexual song. Those usually always do the trick," Puck smirked.
Brittany grinned, "I have the perfect song! C'mon Rachy let's put on sexy clothes. Puckerman, take your shirt off. Did you bring your guitar?"
Puck nodded then shook his head, "No, I didn't. Don't you have one Rachel?"
The diva looked deep in thought before replying, "Yes, I'm sure daddy has his guitar around somewhere. Check in his office." She narrowed her eyes, "Don't touch anything."
Puck raised his hands in defence, "Hey! Give me some credit."
Brittany reached for Rachel's hand, stumbling her way upstairs. "Let's go already! Puck, shirt off okay?"
Puck nodded and went in search of the guitar as the girls went into Rachel's room. Brittany threw her clothes off and practically tore Rachel's off, throwing herself into the diva's closet in search of clothes appropriate for her song selection. The brunette kept her gaze off of the blondes semi naked form, instead she reached out and grabbed her robe, putting it on. She didn't feel comfortable with her body when she had to compete with one that looked as amazing as Brittany's.
When Brittany popped her head out of the closet, her brows furrowed. "Why did you put on a robe? It's only us."
Rachel squirmed before sighing, "You're right. I'm just being weird."
She took her robe off and Brittany smiled, "See, it isn't bad." She went back in the closet, "Plus your totes hot. Why would you try to hide that?"
Rachel blushed and sat down on her bed waiting for Brittany to come out. Brittany walked out with two shirts, handing one over to Rachel, with a huge grin.
"Found it!"
Rachel smiled in return. She looked at the clothing Brittany picked out. It was just a plain button up dress shirt from her daddy that she had used on hot summer nights as pyjamas. She'd completely forgotten about them being in there.
"Uhh, Brittany? Where's the rest of the clothes?"
"That's it silly!" Brittany smiled, walking over to Rachel's drawer.
Rachel furrowed her brows. How could that only be it? People were going to be able to see her panties and even if they were the acceptable kind Kurt had approved, she wasn't comfortable displaying them to the world. Although, the alcohol kind of made her brave, so she didn't think too much about it.
Brittany began rummaging through Rachel's drawer until she found what she was looking for. Rachel stared at her curiously until the blonde quickly tossed her panties off and that was Rachel's cue to turn the hell around and try not to blush at what she'd seen. She forced herself to stay that way until Brittany walked in front of her. She wasn't that comfortable seeing her friend naked, despite what the rumors believed.
Brittany replaced her panties with the ones Rachel said Quinn had seen her in, as well as the matching bra. The blonde put the shirt on, leaving a few buttons open and tousled her hair in the 'just had sex' kind of way. She turned back around to see that the brunette had yet to change and was staring at the floor instead.
Brittany huffed, "Rachel! Why haven't you changed yet?"
She walked over and grabbed the shirt, more or less forcing it on the brunette, leaving some buttons open like hers. Brittany reached over and tousled Rachel's hair as well. Satisfied that they were ready, she grabbed Rachel's hand and pushed her out of the door, playfully slapping the brunettes bottom as she yelped in surprise.
Once in the living room, Puck turned and did a double take. "Woah! You both look completely sexy! While two chicks and the Puckster is a regular occurrence, I have to ask what the hell kind of video are we doing?"
Rachel nodded, "I agree. Not that I don't trust your judgement or anything, but what am I actually participating in?"
Brittany grinned, "We're going to do a Britney song!"
Rachel and Puck stared at each other before shrugging their shoulders because really what was the worst that could happen? Brittany squealed in delight and began directing the other two in what they should do, who would sing what, and how to basically be completely sexy without doing much. She had to ask Puck to remove his jeans too because they were old and un-sexy. But when Brittany saw he was wearing tighty whities, she huffed in annoyance, leaving the room and coming back with silk boxers that she had gotten from Rachel's dad's room. After Puck put them on, she smiled.
They were finally ready.
Quinn nervously fidgeted on her front doorstep. She had been in the exact same position for about ten minutes. The blonde was about to tell her mother what she never thought she'd have to. And it was really nerve wrecking. But she had Mercedes by her side and she knew that if her mom didn't accept her, then at least God would because He made her and He didn't make mistakes.
Taking a deep breath, she opened her front door and tentatively called out, "Mom?"
"In the kitchen dear," Judy Fabray replied quickly.
All of Quinn's resolve went away.
Quinn looked at Mercedes with panic in her eyes, "I can't do this."
Mercedes grabbed the blonde by the shoulders and shook her a bit, "Yes, you can." But Quinn was already shaking her head no, "If not for yourself, then for Rachel."
Quinn seemed to calm down after hearing the diva's name. With a look of pure determination, she nodded her head once and stormed into the kitchen, while Mercedes trailed behind.
Judy was stirring something in a pot when Quinn stepped in. "Mom, can we talk?"
"What about sweetheart?" Judy asked, not turning around.
Quinn walked over and placed her hand on her mother's arm, "This is important. Please."
Her mom seemed to understand the seriousness of the statement, so she simply nodded her head, turned the stove off, and took a seat at the kitchen table in the dining room. Quinn followed, along with Mercedes, and both girls sat across from Judy. Quinn fidgeted with her fingers.
The older Fabray cleared her throat, "What exactly did you want to speak about Quinnie?"
Quinn winced, "I, um, wanted to talk to you about something that I've been meaning to tell you for a long time. I just never really wanted to admit it before, which is why I'm telling you now."
Judy nodded and Quinn looked to Mercedes who smiled encouragingly, grasping her hand.
Quinn took in a deep breath before letting it back out, "I know that I've disappointed you before and I really don't want to again. I actually wouldn't have ever told you what I'm about to tell you because I-" Quinn paused, looking down at the mahogany table. Her gaze moved up again and she squeezed Mercedes hand harder, "If I didn't want to admit it to myself, how could I possibly tell you?"
Judy looked at Quinn's defeated demeanor and was beginning to understand that this was no ordinary conversation, this was something completely serious. She reached over and grabbed Quinn's unoccupied hand.
The older blonde spoke softly, "Quinnie... You're not... You're not pregnant again, are you?"
Mercedes tried hard to stifle a giggle, while Quinn looked bewildered. "No! Why does everyone think that?"
"Well, it's just that you're acting like when you told us about your pregnancy, dear. I only assumed that was what this was about."
Quinn shook her head, "No, I've learned that lesson already."
Judy squeezed her hand, "Just tell me sweetie. No more of this rambling you've been doing."
Quinn nodded, gathering as much courage as she could in that moment. "Mom, this is really hard to say. I've only admitted this out loud to Mercedes, to some extent, so it's kind of hard to admit it to you, of all people. I'm just really terrified that I won't have a home again after today."
Quinn looked down and Judy became teary eyed. "Oh honey, you know I'm so sorry about that. I would never, ever-" She moved her hand under Quinn's chin, forcing eye contact, "ever, do that to you again. I am no longer Russell's puppet and I'm hurt that you have such little faith in me."
"I'm sorry mom, I know you've changed. It's just hard getting past it, you know? Even with all the psychiatric help," Quinn sighed. "Okay, let me just say what I need to say already."
She set her jaw and looked at her mother head on, "Mom, I'm gay. And I know it probably comes off as a shock because I was pregnant and I'm currently dating Finn, a boy, so I understand if you're a little confused and I'm sorry mom, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be like this, but I can't pretend like I like boys, even if it is easier, because I don't. I can't do it anymore, I'm so sorry."
Quinn looked for any sign of disgust in her mother's eyes, but all she was met with was a blank stare. She stared at Judy for what seemed like forever and Quinn couldn't take the silence anymore. The blonde sniffled and stood up, picking up Mercedes with her.
"C'mon, we're leaving. I'll get my things and we can leave," Quinn whispered.
Mercedes nodded her head, squeezing Quinn's hand in support. She couldn't believe that she was wrong in assuming the blondes mom would be understanding. Mercedes just hoped that Quinn wouldn't hate her for practically forcing her to tell her mom the truth.
They were about to step out of the dining room, when Judy seemed to break free from her thoughts and stood abruptly.
"Where are you going?"
Quinn stopped and turned around, her eyes misty from unshed tears. "I'm leaving mom. Isn't that what you want?"
Judy was baffled, "No, that's not what I want. Why would you think that?"
Quinn sniffled, "You were so quiet... I just assumed you wanted me gone."
Judy stepped closer to her daughter and placed her hand on her arm. "I'm sorry if that's what you thought honey. I was just a bit in shock. It's not everyday your daughter reveals a very big secret to you." She smiled softly, "I want you to know that I support you, no matter what your life choices may be, if they don't harm you in any way of course."
Quinn began crying and Mercedes stepped out of the way, allowing the older Fabray to hug her daughter.
"You don't hate me?" Quinn whispered.
Judy hugged Quinn tighter, running her fingers through the blondes hair. "I would never hate you Quinn. I love you as much today as I did yesterday and no matter what happens, I will always love you my sweet little Quinnie bear."
Quinn gave a watery laugh of relief and Mercedes smiled at the sight. She knew Quinn's mom would accept her. Judy hugged her daughter once more before letting her go, still holding on to one of her hands. They stepped into the living room and they all sat down, Judy next to Quinn and Mercedes on the other couch.
"Now, I'm not going to pretend like I know how to deal with this, but if you'll help me, we can learn together like the family we are," Quinn nodded and Judy smiled softly. She turned to look at Mercedes, "Are you Quinnie's girlfriend?"
Quinn's eyes widened and Mercedes laughed, "No, I'm just being the supportive friend."
Judy nodded, "Yeah, I didn't think so either, but I didn't see the harm in asking."
Quinn closed her eyes, "Oh my God mom! Could you be any more embarrassing?"
"What? It's a simple question and Mercedes didn't mind, did you dear?"
Mercedes smiled, "Not at all Ms. Fabray."
"See? No harm done," Judy gave a wink to Mercedes and looked back at her daughter. "But do you have a girlfriend? It's okay to tell me, I just want to be involved in this new part of your life that you've chosen to share with me."
"Well, Quinn does li-"
"No! I don't mom," She sent Mercedes a look that dared her to try and contradict her. Mercedes shook her head and Quinn looked at her mother. She sighed, "It's complicated."
Judy nodded slowly, "Well, whenever it uncomplicates itself, bring this girl around. I just hope your taste in girls is much better than your taste in boys. You didn't exactly date the brightest bunch honey."
Quinn blushed and nodded her head, while Mercedes was having a hard time controlling her giggling. They spent the evening discussing the news that Quinn had given her mother and it was going well. The blonde had honestly thought that she would've been on the street again, but her mom had surprised her and she had to thank Mercedes for forcing her, in a good way, to stop hiding and be true to herself. It felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she felt amazing.
Mercedes and Quinn were currently in the blondes room, waiting for dinner to be finished since Judy had insisted Mercedes stay. Said girls phone beeped and she quickly read the message Kurt had sent her. She stared at her phone screen in shock and muttered under her breath. Quinn noticed and stared curiously at Mercedes.
Seeing as the girl was in her own little world at the moment, Quinn cleared her throat, "What is it?"
Mercedes seemed to jump at Quinn's voice and quickly shook her head, "Nothing! Nothing at all."
Quinn furrowed her eyebrows, "It doesn't seem like nothing. Come on, tell me."
"It's nothing important. Just some gossip that Kurt sent me. You know, the usual," Mercedes giggled nervously.
"You know I love new gossip. Let me see," Quinn reached for Mercedes phone.
Mercedes tried to not let Quinn see, but the blonde had a much stronger grip than she did and it was done. Quinn stared at the screen with a smile on her face, but as she kept reading along her smile faltered, until it was completely gone. Her eyes narrowed and she looked at the words incredulously before she threw the phone to Mercedes and grabbed her laptop, quickly going to Jacob's blog.
"Uh, Quinn? Do you really think that's a good idea? I'm sure it's just another stupid rumor," Mercedes said, trying to get through to the girl.
Quinn wasn't listening. She was too determined to go on Jewfro's blog to do anything else. She got on his website and there in big bold letters it said, 'McKinley's favorite trio finally prove threesome rumors are true with newfound popular Cheerio Rachel Berry's posted Facebook video.' Quinn scrolled down and there were literally dozens of comments already with boys posting their numbers, along with girls, hoping to get a date with either Puck, Brittany, or Rachel or all of them together. Some boys congratulated Puck on getting it on with two of the hottest girls in school at the same time, but overall people commented on how badass they were on posting such a sexy video of themselves without giving two craps about the consequences. Quinn had enough of reading the stupid comments and she clicked on the video, preparing herself for the ride.
The video started and Brittany was standing in front of the camera, besides Rachel in equally provocative outfits that basically covered nothing up, except maybe their arms. Puck walked out and he had nothing on, save for boxers that looked like nothing he would ever actually wear. Music started playing and Brittany, Rachel, and Puck sat on three individual chairs set up in front of the camera. They stared directly at the camera and began singing.
[All]
One, two, three,
Not only you and me,
Got one eighty degrees,
And I'm caught in between,
Counting one, two, three,
Peter, Paul, and Mary,
Gettin' down with 3p,
Everybody loves counting
Everybody loves counting
Everybody loves counting
They all stood up and threw their chairs back. Rachel and Brittany stood on each side of Puck, grinding against his sides as he wrapped his hands around them. He smirked and winked at the camera.
[Puck]
Babe, pick a night,
To come out and play,
If it's alright,
What do you say?
Brittany smiled and grabbed Rachel pulling her in front of her as she stood in front of Puck. The began rolling their bodies in sync.
[Brittany]
Merrier the more,
Triple fun that way,
Twister on the floor,
What do you say?
Are you in?
Living in sin is the new thing
Are you in?
Puck and Brittany looked to Rachel expectantly and she bit her lip, nodding her head as Brittany put her in between her and Puck. Puck placed his hands on Rachel's waist, the diva had hers against his chest, rubbing them up and down his chest and abs, while Brittany had one hand in her hair and the other on Rachel's shoulder as they still continued to grind against each other.
[Brittany and Puck]
I am counting
[All]
One, two, three,
Not only you and me,
Got one eighty degrees,
And I'm caught in between,
Counting one, two, three,
Peter, Paul, and Mary,
Gettin' down with 3p,
Everybody loves counting,
One, two, three,
Not only you and me,
Got one eighty degrees,
And I'm caught in between,
Counting one, two, three,
Peter, Paul, and Mary,
Gettin' down with 3p,
Everybody loves counting
Brittany went to sit on a couch, dancing by herself, while Rachel turned around in Puck's hold, staring right at the camera.
[Rachel]
Three is a charm,
Two is not the same,
I don't see the harm,
So are you game?
Rachel bent over in front of Puck, slowly rising up again as his hands began to dangerously tread up her legs. She smiled, turning around and jumped on him as she wrapped her legs around his torso. Her grabbed hold of her legs and she moved her upper body from side to side, running her hands through her hair. Brittany continued to dance on the couch, staring at Rachel and Puck.
Let's make a team,
Make em' say my name,
Loving the extreme,
Now are you game?
[Puck]
Are you in?
[Rachel and Puck]
Living in sin is the new thing,
Puck placed Rachel down and looked towards Brittany who smiled seductively and inched her way closer to them.
[Rachel]
Are you in?
[Rachel and Puck]
I am counting!
[All]
One, two, three,
Not only you and me,
Got one eighty degrees,
And I'm caught in between,
Counting one, two, three,
Peter, Paul, and Mary,
Gettin' down with 3p,
Everybody loves counting,
Brittany threw Puck on a chair and straddled him as he ran his hands up and down her body. Rachel stood behind the chair and as if they were all connected, began rolling their bodies together. Rachel rolled her body behind the chair, running her hands occasionally down Puck's chest, Brittany rolled her body against Puck's grabbing on to his shoulders, spinning down before rolling her body against his again. Puck moved his hips, while running his hands up Brittany's back and down her stomach when she spun down.
One, two, three,
Not only you and me,
Got one eighty degrees,
And I'm caught in between,
Counting one, two, three,
Peter, Paul, and Mary,
Gettin' down with 3p,
Everybody loves counting
[Brittany]
What we do is innocent,
Just for fun,
and nothing meant
If you don't like the company,
Let's just do it,
You and me
Rachel moved from behind the chair and pulled Brittany off of Puck, grabbing her hand, pushing her against the wall. The brunette smirked and began unbuttoning some of Brittany's shirt buttons.
[Rachel]
You and me
Brittany smiled and lowered her hands down Rachel's waist. Puck smiled at the interaction and pointed to himself.
[Puck]
Or three,
Both girls smiled and returned to Puck. Brittany shrugged.
[Brittany]
Or four
Puck nodded and smiled grabbing both girls again as they had started out in the beginning of the video.
[Puck]
On the floor!
[Brittany]
On the floor!
On the floor!
[Rachel]
On the floor!
[Puck]
On the floor!
Puck laid down on the floor and Rachel went down with him, sitting down on his chest, facing away from his head. Brittany sat on his thighs and began dancing with Rachel on top of Puck.
[All]
One, two, three,
Not only you and me,
Got one eighty degrees,
And I'm caught in between,
Counting one, two, three,
Peter, Paul, and Mary,
Gettin' down with 3p,
Everybody loves counting,
Brittany unbuttoned her shirt all the way and let it fall open as Rachel did the same smiling, while Puck smirked. Brittany rested her hands on Rachel's naked torso as the diva placed her hands on Brittany's shoulders under the shirt.
One, two, three,
Not only you and me,
Got one eighty degrees,
And I'm caught in between,
Counting one, two, three,
Peter, Paul, and Mary,
Gettin' down with 3p,
Everybody loves counting
They all panted trying to catch their breath. Puck rested his hands on both girls legs while Rachel ran her hands in Brittany's hair, grasping it as she slowly leaned closer to the blonde. Brittany smirked as the diva inched closer, their lips inches apart. Rachel leaned even closer now only a breath apart and she smiled teasingly as the video ended.
Quinn stared incredulously at what she had just seen. She looked to Mercedes who looked back bewildered. She tried to get words to come out, but her brain was still lost in the video somewhere, wondering what the hell actually happened. And was Brittany wearing Rachel's bra and panties? Were the rumors actually true? This video could prove it, but somehow Quinn didn't believe it. Not fully anyway. Rachel would never do that. She couldn't say the same for Puck or Brittany having heard about their little adventures, but Rachel wasn't dumb enough to do something like that. Right? Her jealousy was becoming overwhelming. She shook her head and Mercedes cleared her throat.
"Well… That was something. No wonder Kurt was freaking out," She looked over to Quinn, noticing her blank stare. "Hey, are you okay? I'm sure it was just for fun. Don't worry about it."
Quinn nodded, "Yeah… I guess so." She sighed, "But even if it's true, it's okay. I deserved that after how I treated Rachel and she's allowed her fun I suppose."
Mercedes hugged Quinn, "Well how about we start on operation 'Get Rachel To Like Me Again'?"
Quinn giggled, "Did you come up with that on your own?"
"Duh. You're supposed to give every plan a name you know," Mercedes smiled, nudging Quinn playfully.
"Okay, whatever you say," Quinn smiled. "What did you have in mind? You know, besides the obvious amount of apologies I'm going to have to make?"
Mercedes smirked, "Leave that up to me girl. I got a plan that will surely help you out."
Puck chuckled at Jacob's blog. They had so much fun putting the video together and his Jew babe's mood had completely gone up. He was happy he came up with the idea because that was the whole point, cheering Rachel up. Even if it did take forever to learn, it was worth it. And seeing Brittany and Rachel almost kiss towards the end was totally hot, even if it was 'scripted' to get people to believe that the rumor was true. Brittany and Rachel returned from upstairs, having changed back into their normal clothes.
"What are you laughing at Noah?"
"Jewfro's blog. He already posted up our video to his website and look at all these comments," Puck smirked.
Rachel and Brittany hovered over Puck's shoulders, reading what Jacob had put and all the numerous comments already posted in the past hour. Brittany giggled and Rachel rolled her eyes.
"It seems we have a great amount of fans," Brittany stated, smirking.
"I told you we'd be badass for making this video," Puck smiled. "Are you going to call any of these numbers?"
Rachel shook her head, "No, I don't think so. It's still kind of weird to me how all these people want to date me. It's flattering, but weird." She shrugged and sat on the couch, "And I don't really think I'm ready to be... Interacting with other people just yet."
Puck shook his head, "But you should try and move on. Who knows, maybe you'll find someone better than Quinn."
Rachel crossed her arms and frowned. Puck sighed. Rachel had just cheered up and here he went killing her buzz. He looked over to Brittany who gave him a sympathetic look. Puck was growing impatient. He knew he was in no position to be criticizing the diva as he had fallen in love with her unknowingly, but he was moving on and he didn't see why she refused not to. He walked right up to Rachel and stood in front of her, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Look Rachel, I know what you're going through okay? I've been there with Quinn in case you've forgotten, and I know how easy it is to fall in love with her. Just one smoldering look your way and you're done for. It's not fair and I'm sure half of the time she doesn't even know what she's doing, but that look will hold you and keep you there until she let's you go," Puck knelt down in front of the brunette and squeezed her knees. "Babe... She let you go. She didn't even appreciate how you felt for her and she just used you in a way I've never seen before."
Brittany nodded her head slowly and spoke from the corner of the room, "It's true. Rachel I know Quinn and that's not how she would normally behave. She was abnormally cruel and I have no idea why she was even that mean to you." She walked forward and placed her hand on Puck's shoulder, "But don't worry, I'm going to have a very serious talk with her and I'll hopefully get the answers we're looking for."
Rachel shook her head, "No, don't do that. She's just going to think I sent you and I'll look even more pathetic than I already am."
Rachel looked down at Puck, her eyes misty with unshed tears. Puck sighed, "Babe, I really care about you okay. Both Brittany and I do. We don't want to see you this upset anymore. It's not you."
"This is me," Rachel whispered, shrugging her shoulders.
Puck stood up and looked towards Brittany, clearly exasperated. There was no way to get through to the girl. Brittany sighed, rolled her eyes, and tensed her shoulders. She walked closer to Rachel, grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a firm, strong slap. Puck and Rachel stared bewildered at the blonde.
Brittany shrugged her shoulders, "You weren't listening damn it! Now, you're going to stop wallowing in self pity, you're going to be strong, and you're going to fucking show Quinn that you don't need her either!" Brittany gave Rachel a look that dared her to try and say no.
The diva nodded and rubbed her cheek, willing the pain away. "Well, firstly can I just say ow!" Brittany rolled her eyes and Rachel smiled slightly, "But, thank you Brittany. I needed that. What do you suggest I do to move on? I'm not really ready to be in a committed relationship, but I'm willing to try."
Brittany looked at Puck and he grinned. "Alright, well first I'll show you the ropes on how to be the baddest badass chick at school!" Rachel giggled and Puck continued, "But before I do that, I have to ask, are you still going to be on the Cheerios?"
Brittany's eyes bulged, "Of course she will be! You can't leave me there alone Rachy!"
Rachel smiled softly, "Well, there you have it Noah."
Puck nodded, "Okay, I'll find a way to make do. Badass 101 lessons start tomorrow, at mi casa, 11 a.m. sharp! Don't be late babe!"
"When have I ever been late to anything Noah?"
Puck smirked, "Touche."
"Well, since that's been decided can we finish our movie marathon?" Brittany asked pleadingly.
"Of course Brittany," Rachel smiled.
Puck walked over to the huge flat screen TV and grabbed a movie, putting it on. Brittany sat beside Rachel with a huff as the beginning credits started playing. After bringing the bowl of chips and popcorn, Puck sat on Rachel's other side, handing her another wine cooler. The brunette smiled graciously and opened it, taking a small sip. She sighed contently and placed her head on Puck's shoulder, grabbing Brittany's hand as well.
And just like that, life didn't seem so bad anymore.
Rachel woke up with a really bad hangover and she groaned. She stood up slowly and took in her surroundings. She had fallen asleep in the living room with the TV still on. Puck and Brittany had left last night, Santana had come over and picked them up. To say the least, it was really awkward. Rachel supposed that Santana had probably seen the video if her glare was anything to go by. Serves her right though. Why did she have to be so obtuse to Brittany's feelings? She walked into the kitchen and chugged down two tablets with some water.
After throwing herself in the shower, she quickly changed into dark skinny jeans and a blue form fitting top, rushed out of her door, and threw herself in her car, racing down to Noah's house. She had a point to prove and she would be damned if she was late to her 'Badass 101' lessons. She smiled to herself when she reached Puck's house at exactly 10:59 a.m.
She knocked on the door and it quickly swung open, revealing Puck in his trademark faded jeans and leather jacket, his mohawk finally growing back. He smirked, "Lesson number one: Badasses are never on time to anything. You're either at least 10 minutes late or you don't show up at all."
Rachel smiled, "Good morning to you too Noah. Should I be writing this down?"
Puck shook his head and moved out of the way as Rachel stepped in. "Good morning babe. Rule number two: You can't be polite and be a badass. Those are just combos that don't mix, so tone your kindness down," The diva rolled her eyes and Puck grinned. "Oh, and rule number three: Don't write anything down. Ever. If you don't remember it, then it's not important."
He walked out into his backyard with Rachel following, "Now, to be a badass you have to build a notorious reputation for doing bad things. Usually I do that with fighting, but I don't think that'll work for you."
Rachel scoffed, "Are you trying to say I can't beat people up? Cause I distinctly remember beating up a certain someone named Noah Puckerman in the sixth grade."
Puck smirked, "There's that attitude I've been missing. Show me what you got babe."
"What? Do you mean you want me to fight you?" Puck nodded and Rachel stared at him mouth agape, "What are you crazy! You could kill me with a punch, I'm not fighting you Noah."
Puck took in Rachel's no nonsense expression. He smirked. He was expecting this after all. "I didn't realize you were such a little pussy Rachel. Where's the girl that would do anything to reach her goals? Hmm? Cause all I see right now is a scared little wuss who won't even fight back. No wonder Quinn got away with saying all that shit to you. You're so-"
The next thing he knew, Puck was on his back with a very tiny, furious girl punching him square in the jaw over and over again.
"Take it back!" Rachel growled, punching Puck harder. "Take it back!"
Puck grabbed the brunettes wrists and flipped them over. He laid on top of her, pinning her wrists on top of her head, as she glared furiously at him. He smiled, wincing at the pain it brought, and stood up holding his hand out for Rachel. She took it and crossed her arms over her chest. Puck wiped at his mouth and noticed a bit of blood there.
He smiled again, picking Rachel up and spinning her around, "There's my Jew babe!"
The diva giggled unwilling and demanded that Noah set her down. Puck obliged and began teaching Rachel the basics of fighting, what moves would surely knock her opponent down, and that she should never back out of a fight and never, ever give up. Puck stressed that lesson so many times, the diva was sure it was ingrained into her brain. After having lunch, with Puck throwing lessons Rachel's way, they laid on his bed playing Super Mario Bros.
"I don't know what we're gonna do about your look, since you're still gonna be a Cheerio, but you should do something dark with your make-up and maybe wear your hair down, in that wavy manner," Puck said his eyes never leaving the screen.
He suddenly jumped up and pressed pause on the game. "Leather!"
Rachel furrowed her brows, "What?"
"You need a leather jacket! That's like, a badass trademark! Nobody will dare mess with you then," Puck said grinning like a fool.
Rachel beamed back, "I think Kurt and I bought one on our shopping spree for my new look. I'll wear it on Monday. You're coming back to school right?"
Puck nodded, "Yup, that's the only reason my parole officer let me out. That and having to pick up trash along the highway."
"Don't worry, I'll help you Noah," Rachel smiled. "Now, put the game back on! I was totally kicking your ass!"
Puck scoffed, "Yeah, sure. Whatever."
He clicked the game back on and they played for a while. He groaned in shame when he lost the game to the diva. They played some more and Puck furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, no way was Rachel going to beat him now.
He lost again and he sighed.
Getting up, Puck turned his TV off. "Alright, enough of that."
"Aww, don't get butt hurt Noah. It's just a game," Rachel smiled innocently. "Plus, it's not like I knew how to play or anything."
Puck scoffed, "That's a total lie!" He shook his head and stepped out of his room, "You should head home anyway. It's getting late and I know how you like to wake up early to do whatever crap it is that you do."
Rachel smiled at Puck's concern and stretched, her shirt riding up slightly. "Yes, well that 'crap' as you put it gives me this awesome body, thank you very much."
Puck grinned as Rachel pushed him aside and began walking down the stairs. She reached the door and opened it, turning around. Puck leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest.
He looked seriously at the brunette, "Are you going to be fine?"
Rachel looked down and bit her lip in concentration. She nodded slowly and met Puck's gaze, "Yeah, I think I will. I have to stand up for myself and not let Quinn have this affect on me anymore." She smiled fondly, "Thank you so much Noah. You don't know how much this distraction meant to me. And don't worry, I will be fully badass-ified by tomorrow morning."
Puck grinned. He slowly uncrossed his arms and smirked, "What's rule number ten?"
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Never care about anything and never get attached to anyone. People will hurt you or find a way to use the things you love against you."
"And who's the exception to that rule?"
The diva giggled, "Puck because he's the number one badass and a hot jew and also Brittany because she's a hot blonde who is nothing like her stereotype."
Puck nodded, "Good. You're learning babe."
He leaned over and hugged her tightly, giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Now, run along my Jewish American Princess. We've got a big day tomorrow."
Rachel nodded and waved goodbye to Puck. He waited by his door until Rachel disappeared down his driveway. Rachel sighed contently. She was feeling pretty amazing considering what happened two days ago and she was really excited to try her new persona. The diva felt like this was her biggest role yet. After completing her nighttime regimen, she fell asleep with a small grin.
Things were looking up.
Hopefully this chapter explained a few things. I'm definately going to have fun writing future chapters with this new no nonsense Rachel coming along :D Anyway, thank you for all the reviews, follows, and favorites, they really do mean a lot to me :)