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Another shorty. I know, I know but better too short than too long. No particular POV but it mainly shifts between Rachel and Quinn with a side of Mr Schue (His first appearance and not the best first day on the job.) and at last the rest of the crew join in (technically). If that's not enough for you, how about a tiny bit of time warping?

Faberry, Brittana along with... well just read, you'll find out soon enough.

Beyond the situation that follows, I own absolutely nothing. The Characters and settings belong to the people responsible for Glee and if they knew what I was doing with them, I'd probably have to go into hiding.

Umm... Enjoy?


"Aw Man, That was awesome." Puck whooped, delivering a heavy slap to Finn's shoulder.

"Well.. probably not for you man, sorry." Noah amended, giving the stunned quarterback a sympathetic frown before a wide, lascivious, grin reclaimed his features.


A few Minutes Earlier

"Rachel?"

"Mr Schue!"

"Brittany."

"Kurt?"

"Quinn."

"Huh?"

The Spanish Teacher slash Glee Instructor passed his eyes over the faces of the several teens now arranged in a semi circle in the middle of the room. What drama was he going to have to deal with this week? And why was Santana giving him the stink eye?

"Something going on here Kids?" the overly coifed educator asked before being drowned out by a chorus of "SHHHHH" and one "Bite me."

Seriously. What was up with Santana?

"Rachel," Brittany said, stepping into the middle of the makeshift group. "Are you happy?"

"Oh frick! Brit. No."

Rachel looked between the lithe cheerleader and her companion, not sure if she should answer or not.

"Rach please. It's important."

"Brit-" The Latina fell silent as the normally docile cheerio turned to face her girlfriend. The rest of the show choir, save for Kurt and Mercedes who had the misfortune to be standing next to Santana, may not have seen the look responsible for her abrupt muteness but all of them saw the trio caught in its path step back.

"Are you happy?" Brittany asked again as she turned back to face the short singer, her countenance showing nothing but earnest curiosity.

"B? What is this about?" Quinn asked, taking a tentative step towards the other blonde.

"You'll see, but first I need Rachel to answer me."

Quinn looked past Brittany to see Santana bury her face in her hands.

Oh god. This is not going to end well is it?

"Rach?"

"Uhh… yes… I guess. As much as I can be."

"What's that mean?"

"It means that there are certain goals in my life I have yet to achieve and once I accomplish them, I'll be happier then I am now but until then I am sufficiently at peace with my current circumstances."

"Like falling in love?"

Rachel's eyes darted from one blonde to the other and back so fast that it would have been nearly impossible for anyone to notice.

At least it would have been if she wasn't the focal point of every pair of eyes in the room bar one. Two if you counted her own.

A muffled "frick me" could be heard from behind Brit but even diminished it seemed surprisingly loud.

"Uhh… what?"

"Is falling in love one of the goals that would make you happier?"

"Brit-"

"Yes or No Rachel?"

"… Yes I Suppo-Mmmph."

The collective gasp that filled the room was near deafening compared to the held-breath silence it replaced.

"Dude… this is so Awesome!"

"Shut up Puckerman!"

Light flooded into Rachel's shock widened eyes as Santana tore Brittany away, breaking the lip lock the blonde had established, and dragged her out of the room to protests that faded with distance.

"San! Wait! Not yet! We have to see what Qui-"

Quinn

Rachel's head slowly turned towards the last remaining cheerio.

Quinn

"I… I…" Rachel struggled to find her words as she took in the stone hard, impassive face that stared back at her.

Any words… please!

"Mr Schuester… I think it would be a good idea to cancel practice today." Quinn said, her voice as emotionless as her expression.

"Uh… Yeah… Yeah that sounds like a good idea."

The cheer captain was already out of the room by the time the Glee director finished his reply.

Quinn… no

"Aw Man, That was awesome." Puck whooped, delivering a heavy slap to Finn's shoulder.