A/N: I do not own Glee

How did we end up here? Quinn looks down at her hands folded in front of her like she is at a department chair meeting. There are five sets of eyes turned toward her, expecting some sort of answer to each of their questions. The game stations are now turned off and she itches to lose herself in a game. She wants to attack things, to be anywhere but here. The feeling is foreign for her new life in New York. It makes her feel weak, disgusting, out of control. She hates this feeling.

Quinn doesn't dare to unclasp her hands to feel her stomach and take comfort in the ghost of a little girl who used to grow inside of her. She needs to seem poised, calm, controlling, level-headed, and powerful. Nothing will be allowed to touch her and tip the balance of the makeshift family she has grown to love.

As soon as she met the little one that sat across from her everything changed in her life. Her family changed, her life changed. If she hadn't met her then maybe things would be going ok now. Maybe she wouldn't have to deal with these particular issues. Maybe…

No. That is not right. Quinn Fabray is Quinn Fabray. She was born as Quinn Fabray, she will die as Quinn Fabray. God made her as Quinn Fabray. God loves her as Quinn Fabray, even if she isn't exactly as straight as she portrays herself. Well He should anyway.

God. Well He is another notion entirely, one that does not need to be thought about right now.

"Why would you be scared to tell us you're bi? Like really Quinn? Have you seen who we hang out with?" Mercedes says forcefully gesturing at Kurt and Blaine.

"We could have helped you! You didn't have to hide the fact that you have a girlfriend!" Kurt says throwing his hands up in the air.

"And what about the other people you date? Are you stringing them along? I mean, I love you Quinn. I really do. But that is unfair to them if you are already in a relationship." Blaine says in a lecturing tone.

"Q. I could never not accept you. I thought you knew that." Mercedes says quietly.

"How could I not know you were gay! I mean really, you had all the signs. I can't believe it. I should have known. What is wrong with me?" Kurt says to no one in particular.

"And what about your poor girlfriend? You shouldn't have to hide who you are. She shouldn't have to hide who she is for you either." Blaine says, furthering his lecture.

"It's not like that. I just had to talk to her and Rachel was there and it slipped out…" Abby says trying to do a little bit of damage control. "We aren't even girlfriends! We are just dating. It was a slip of the tongue! I just… I really like her, ok? And it just slipped out." Abby turns to Quinn at that last part. Quinn can only tell that this happened because she can see Abby in her peripheral vision. The blonde hasn't moved her eyes from her hands in the past 15 minutes of lectures and arguments.

"Hello?" Rachel says as Quinn sets Blaine's vileplume on fire with a simple flame thrower.

"Rachel Berry." Quinn hears Rachel's tone become tense and instantly sits up causing Bunbun to fall off her back and hop toward Rachel. Quinn looks at Rachel trying to read her features.

"Yeah. The demon is doing fine." Rachel says as she pushes Bunbun away from her with her foot. Bunbun would not be told no though, and eventually plops on top of Rachel's foot causing her to squeak and toss him across the room and onto the beanbag Quinn had vacated earlier. The blonde's eyes narrow at Rachel's poor behavior to her baby boy.

Mercedes and Kurt see the look in her eye and quickly vacate the couch, choosing not to get into the line of fire of an upset Quinn Fabray.

The blonde picks Bunbun up and walks around to the back of the couch. She then dumps him on Rachel's shoulders in retaliation. This causes Rachel to toss the phone up into the air and scream in terror, but not before pulling Quinn on top of her as a shield for the Bunny that is now on the other end of the couch. It is then that all hell breaks loose.

Quinn, being forced onto Rachel but not wanting to squish her, ends up straddling her and holding her body up with her arms. Rachel looks flushed from the events that have just occurred, but there is another look in her eyes that Quinn can't place. It is like a fogged over look. She must have done something wrong.

"GET SOME GIRL!" Mercedes says from across the room giggling with Kurt at the thought of Rachel and Quinn.

"Quinn?"

The blonde looks up over the couch to find Abby near the doorway expressionless.

"Quinn?"

The blonde looks below her at Rachel whose gaze, being cleansed of its murkiness, now holds a look of concern.

Rachel leans up as Quinn leans back so that she can see who has just arrived. "Abigail?"

"Rachel? What are you doing with my girlfriend?"

She should probably say something, right? With all these questions being thrown at her she should at least address something. Yes. Some kind of acknowledgement would be a good idea. Who first though? Should she consol Abby? Well, she did kind of start all of this. If she had just stayed home then none of this would have happened. So no. Not Abby. Too pissed for that one. Why the hell is she here anyway?

Then there is Blaine. Lecturing her about how she is 'stringing along' everyone she is dating since she hasn't chosen any of them. Isn't that that point of dating though? To try new things and make a decision later? Whatever. Not him either.

What about Kurt? Of course Kurt is making it more about himself sucking at being a gay detector. The prospect of teasing Kurt sounds good right about now, but not the best course of action.

As for Mercedes, she is hurt. She is the one that will need the most damage control. How could she have kept this from her best friend for so long? Well yeah, Mercedes would have accepted her, but it doesn't exactly work that way. The blonde has barely begun to admit it to herself, let alone say it out loud that she isn't exactly straight. How is she supposed to articulate everything to Mercedes whenever she can't physically say what she needs to say? If she can't admit it to herself then how is she supposed to express it to people who care about her?

How is she supposed to tell all of them this when the people in her life tend to leave her?

Everyone leaves.

Rachel. Rachel never left. Quinn left Rachel. The thought of that day stung more than any other memory of school. That's whenever everything started. They just are not meant to be apart. What's even worse is that she was pretending the entire time. Rachel may be the best actress on stage, but Quinn Fabray was an actress off stage. After all, she has been practicing since Kindergarten.

Rachel also has been fairly quiet throughout this whole ordeal. She hasn't yelled. She hasn't said anything at all actually. Quinn finally looks up from her hands while her friends still talk at her. Abby looks hopeful now that she has finally moved, but Quinn doesn't look at any of them for long. She only has eyes for one person, a brunette that has left the table.

Quinn stands up. "Don't follow me." With that said she exits the kitchen and holds onto the doorway to her room. She is about to knock on the open door but Rachel talks before she can.

"I just don't know anything. Why do I feel like I should know more? It's only been two days since we reunited, but she's different. She's the Quinn I knew her to be so long ago. The one I, well, you know what I'm saying Bunbun. I just… I have so many questions. But I don't have the right to the answers. At least I shouldn't have the right to the answers."

"You can ask any question you want, remember?" Quinn says walking to the bed after closing the door. "You have the right to some answers."


Rachel scoots over taking Bunbun with her so that Quinn will have more room. The blonde ends up sitting close to her regardless. Her torso instantly warms as Quinn wraps her in a side hug.

"Why are you here? Why are you not pestering me with questions too?" The girl beside her leans her head on Rachel's shoulder causing Rachel to feel warmth inside as well as out.

"Well, it is not really any of my business is it? And I have met Abigail. I don't need to meet her again. Besides, I have technically only been your friend since—"

"- Elementary school?"

Rachel had originally intended to say yesterday, but Quinn's answer leaves her perplexed. Quinn left her in Elementary school and didn't want to go back to her until now. Yes, Rachel has been Quinn's friend since Elementary school, but it hasn't ever been reciprocated until now. She doubted Quinn was her friend even back then. It has been so long ago and she thought it might have been wishful thinking on her own part that they had been friends. Memories are weird that way. If you wish hard enough sometimes you start to believe that an event actually happened.

Quinn then sits up breaking her hold on the brunette and looks at the side of Rachel's face. The blonde moves her position so that she can sit with her entire body facing Rachel.

"It wasn't my choice, if that means anything to you. It probably doesn't, but know that it wasn't my choice. I didn't want to leave you. You were so little and scared that day we met. I instantly knew I wanted to be there for you. So I was. I was there. But then things went bad at home." Quinn pauses for a moment clearly thinking back to the day that she moved out of Rachel's class. The brunette can feel the air around her tense as Quinn talks about her home life.

"He found out about it and there wasn't anything I could do. I tried to stay... "

There is a pause as Quinn changes her story to a different point in time

"…I had been friends with Brittany already. We went to day care together. Whenever we went into kindergarten we were excited because we were in the same class. That is where Brittany introduced me to Santana and I met you. Their story will come in later in my explanation, ok? Just remember that Brittany and I have been friends before anyone else."

Rachel turns to look at Quinn who smiles a sad smile in return. Quinn moves some stray hair out of Rachel's face. She feels the hand linger for a few moments before it is placed onto her leg. Quinn turns Rachel on the bed so that they are facing each other, knees touching knees.

"So anyway, do you remember that first day at all? You were wearing a gold star sweater."

"I distinctly remember wearing bunnies." Rachel says, seeing if Quinn is just yanking her chain.

Quinn chuckles. "No. That would be my sundress pattern. I was obsessed with the tale of peter rabbit back then. My dress had those bunnies on it. I begged and begged for that dress and wore it all the time. I used to get yelled at for wearing it so much."

"Oh."

"Well anyway," Quinn looks down as she fidgets with her fingers "do you remember that week at all? I mean I can understand if you don't." She laughs a broken laugh, "It was only kindergarten. I don't expect you to remember a time when I was nice to you."

Rachel nods speaking softly. "I remember."

Quinn smiles slightly and continues with her story. "So we were fast friends. We did everything together at school. You were all I would talk about at home. My family loved that I had made more friends. They liked Brittany, but I later found out that they thought she would hold me back. If anything, she is the one that kept me going."

Quinn's demeanor begins to seem less clean cut and uptight as she recounts her story. It is then that the brunette realizes that Quinn is opening up to her without Rachel having to prompt her. Quinn wants Rachel to know this part of her. But why does the blonde feel the need to tell her all of this?

"So you and I would hangout during class, and all four of us would play during recess and eat lunch together. We were inseparable. I protected you from San's bitching and those kids that tried to kick sand in your face."

"It's hard to believe that Jacob was like that at any time."

Quinn crosses her arms clearly upset about something. "He liked you. He was an immature asshole and he didn't deserve you."

"Breaking his glasses still wasn't a good idea."

"He was about to kick sand in your face! How else was I supposed to react?"

"I don't know. Lead me away from him? Violence isn't the answer Quinn."

"Well I figured that out. That's why I had Santana."

"That's true. You always have been rather passive now that I think about it."

"Thank you." Quinn says curtly at the acknowledgement still clearly upset.

"But you were never passive when it came to taking care of me." Rachel says starting to remember those first few weeks more clearly.

"Yeah."

There is a little bit of silence as they soaked in their memories of one another.

"Why did you leave then?" Rachel whispers.

"I wasn't allowed to see you. My father transferred me out of your class and into a new one. That's where I met Karofsky and Finn."

"Why did he make you leave?"

"He told me some not very nice things about you and said I wasn't allowed to see you. He pulled his weight and got the teachers to enforce those rules."

"But why? What did he say?"

Quinn pauses in her answer, clearly not happy with her memories. "He was afraid I would 'catch the gay'. Being the mindless child I was, I became terrified of such an occurrence. But I lo-liked you so that's why I would get Brittany to bring you notes, do you remember that?"

"The notes stopped after a couple of months."

"My father caught me writing them. I was reprimanded for it too."

"What do you mean?"

"That's a question for another day."

Rachel furrows her brows in thought. Something sinister is going on, or went on, in Quinn's life. She will have to find out what had happened in the Fabray household.

"You said the fact that you and Brittany were close friends would come in later."

"Do you remember how Brittany was always around you in elementary school?"

"I distinctly remember the names Santana called me whenever she caught us hanging out, yes."

"Santana never meant any of that by the way. She just thought that Brittany had a crush on you."

"That doesn't exactly give her the right to be a brat to me."

"I know." Quinn says and looks into Rachel's eyes apologetically. She looks guilt ridden. As if she is in physical pain for the hurt that has happened to Rachel in the past.

"So Brittany was always around me…?"

"Yeah. On my request. If I couldn't be around you or take care of you someone had to. Brittany was my best friend. My eyes and ears. She protected you whenever I couldn't be what I wanted to be. Her adoration of you also was a big help in getting her to protect you while I was gone. She told me she would have done it anyway without my insistence."

"And what did you want to be?"

Quinn sits silently, probably mulling over whether she should tell Rachel the answer or not.

"You don't have to answer that."

"I was really into the medieval times unit we did in elementary school. Did you ever do that unit?"

"I thought it was mandatory for everyone."

"Oh. Well yeah. I wanted to be a knight. They always seemed way more badass to me than any other position in the hierarchy."

Rachel thinks back to elementary school and how she and every other girl around her had imagined being princesses, waiting for their gorgeous knight to carry them away and save them. Well, every other girl besides Santana and Brittany. Santana wanted to be a dragon and Brittany wanted to be a duck. 'There are ducks in every time period' she used to say to defend her position to the other girls.

"So you wanted to be a knight rescuing random people from disasters and going on dangerous adventures?"

"You would understand the appeal if you had lived in my home. Being a damsel in real life isn't as lovely as people tend to think. And I didn't want to be just any knight."

Rachel chuckles. "Oh really?"

"Really, really."

"And what kind of knight did you want to be?"

"Would saying your white knight be too cheesy here, because if so than I would be content with just the regular white knight status." Quinn says with a wink.

Rachel sits in front of Quinn staring into the hazel eyes. There is humor in them but also a hint of something more. Hope? Sadness? Fear? Rachel can't tell. But she does know that she, herself, wasn't gay. Definitely not.

Rachel roams her eyes over the girl in front of her as she thinks. She may not be gay, but it certainly is flattering that Quinn would like her. Gorgeous doesn't even begin to describe the essence of the glowing blonde. She is perfect in her imperfections. Her blonde hair glows angelically and when she smiles it ignited something in her chest, causing a flame to branch out into her extremities. Quinn liking her in elementary school is very flattering indeed.

"It is pretty cheesy." Rachel chuckles. "But you do know that those feelings can't be reciprocated, right?"

Quinn's face seems to give none of her thoughts away, which worries Rachel. One moment the blonde is expressive, the next she reverts back to the old Quinn she remembers all too well.

"I know. It was just a dream as a kid anyway."

There is silence as Quinn seems to be lost in thought. Looking at Quinn, Rachel can see that she really is her white knight. The knight she has been waiting for. She was there in her most dire time of need. She might need her if she ever would have to deal with that crowd again. Rachel unconsciously rubs her hands around the, now less noticeable, bruises on her wrists. How had she screwed that entire situation up so thoroughly, anyway?

"Can I ask you a question?"

Rachel turns and sees determination in the blonde's eyes. It is her turn to ask and she would be damned if Rachel denied her of that. As if Rachel ever could do such a thing.

"You just did."

"You know what I mean." Quinn gets quiet again. It is like she is losing her resolve.

"Ask away. Anything you want."

Quinn looks like she wants to ask something in particular, but at the last moment she changes her mind. "What—what do you think of Abs?"

Rachel frowns. "Is that really your question?"

"Well, it's one of my many questions. I figured I would start out easy." Quinn smiles. If this is an easy question then Rachel would be in for hell later. Why had she agreed to this?

"Well, I don't really know her."

"Use your sixth sense." Quinn chuckles.

"Well, who is she?" Rachel smiles at the thought of getting two of her questions answered in one day

"Morgan Abigail Johnson. She has bright red hair and quite the sweet tooth."

"No, who is she to you?"

"Complicated." Rachel furrows her brow making it obvious to Quinn that she doesn't understand and isn't content with the blonde's response. Like really? How does that answer anything? Complicated. Bunbun is complicated too, but she doubted that he was in the same league of 'complicated'. Whenever she notices that Quinn isn't going to give any other answer she responds.

"I am not content with your answer."

"I said only one big question a day, didn't I? Besides, I want your sixth sense here. Not a factual based response."

Rachel, suddenly upset with having to wait longer for information on the other girl, gets up and exits the room swiftly. She will have to bring matters into her own hands then.

"Rachel? Where are you going?" Quinn calls after her as the brunette exits the room. "Well this can't be good."