"Rory!" a familiar voice yelled down the hallway at the Irish boy, who was fully prepared. It was Friday. It was the end of the world, as they knew it. There was a chance that wasn't even an exaggeration.

He turned around sharply, "alright. You are going to be fine. Rachel is going to love you. This is no big deal. You will not mess up on the song. You are fantastic. Nothing. Will. Go. Wrong."

Harmony nodded, and dismissed the boy.

Rory was determined to convince himself, no matter what, that today he would do something. Something instead of sit alone scared of his feelings, waiting for her to find out on her own.

Maybe the thrill of the events to take place later that day led him to believe that maybe Harmony would be crazy enough to say yes, just in that moment, and she would not regret it. Where was Quinn? He needed to tell Quinn.

Rory found the blonde girl falling asleep against her locker. Her sunglasses nearly falling off her face, not that it would matter the way her blonde hair was falling over her face. "Quinn!" Rory tried to shake her away, "Quinn, come on, class is starting soon, and I need you."

Her eyes opened lazily, and she replaced her sunglasses without moving her unbrushed hair. "Oh, god, Rory. Stop yelling at me. It's bad enough that I have to hear my locker close." She pushed the blue rectangle closed "Owww…"

He looked at his friend in disbelief, furrowing his eyebrows. "Quinn, what did you do last night?"

"I don't remember, but I'm pretty sure I felt better than I do right now." Quinn said as she gave her best effort to look at the boy and smirk.

"…Okay, whatever…" He moved her hair from directly in front of her eyes. "Anyway, today is the day. I can feel it, Quinn, you know?" he smiled. "It feels fantastic, it does. I haven't felt so fantastically conflicted in my entire life, but I love it. I'm going to tell her. It will happen."

She nodded her head. "Good for you, tell her before Brittany and Blaine tell her."

Rory stopped and put his hand on Quinn's shoulder to stop her. "Wait… how do you know that they know."

"Ugh. Your words confuse me. Go to class, Rory."

She kept going, not flinching as the boy muttered fine and walked away in the direction of his homeroom. She was totally pokerfaced and about five inches from walking in the classroom door before she felt a hand grabbing her shoulder and a gasp overtaking her body.

"Hey, Quinn, are you okay?" He asked, pulling her to the side. "What happened last night?"

She rolled her eyes from inside her glasses, "I don't know, what happened last night?"

Finn recognized her tone. She was giving up on hope. She knew she did something terrible. "You…umm…you came to my house and told Rachel that you loved her, well you told me, you told Rachel tha-"

Quinn hit her head against the locker. "Oh my god, please stop." She paused, collecting her thoughts. "Why would you let me do that?"

He laughed sarcastically. "This is not my fault Quinn, you would not leave unless both of us knew. I tried my hardest to make you leave." They both sighed. "… Is it true?"

The blonde shook her head silently and walked into homeroom. She was not in the mood for that conversation.

2031

Sleeping next to Quinn again was strange. Waking up and seeing her, and staring into the eyes that she was convinced were lost forever, and feeling how lost they both were. There was something there, something keeping them apart. And she hated it.

Rachel hated that, at the start of the day, it was Blaine's arms Quinn fell into. It was Santana and Brittany who took care of her all of those years. It was Kurt who helped mother her child. She couldn't change that.

But she could very well try and restart.

Rachel was holding Quinn's hand at the breakfast table. Staring at the blonde while she stared at her best friend. She only looked away from her wife when Kurt finally spoke up.

"When Brittany and Santana wake up, Blaine and I thought we would all go grocery shopping. Give you two some time to yourselves for once."

Quinn smiled. Even the mere mention of Quinn's perfect smile would make Rachel tear up. Her famous lost smile would make the world a little bit brighter again. She mouthed the words 'thank you' to Kurt, and went to go sit on the couch and think.

Blaine leaned closer to the blonde. "I know you miss knowing her, but it will get better. I promise you."

Quinn' s eyes watered, but she was still smiling as Kurt stepped in and asked, "Do you mind if I borrow him for a minute?" and winked at her, leading his husband to the hallway. "Did I ever tell you that I really love you?"

Brittany quite enjoyed mornings. She loved getting up super early, and being the first one to walk around the house. She loved twirling her fingers in Santana's unbrushed hair, kissing her and not worrying about ruining her makeup.

But lately she didn't feel like it. And she wished she knew why, she really did. Today, Santana was the one wake her up, and she already had her makeup on, and everyone in the house was already up. And it sucked.

The both of them got dressed, and they walked down the stairs together, Santana stopping only to barge into the basement and tell Kurt and Blaine (who were being obnoxiously loud, thank you very much) to stop making out because they had to get to the grocery store soon, and Kurt takes forever to (re) do his hair.

The Latina girl laughed, watching her friends' embarrassment turn them a bright shade of pink, and walked back up the stairs to her wife, a satisfied smirk painted on her face.

Finally, just before noon, Quinn stood, watching them leave from the window. She jumped when Rachel's quiet voice filled the room. "Do you still love me, Quinn? You seem like you've been avoiding me"

The small girl went to stand next to her. "Rachel, of course I love you, you're my-"

"But that doesn't make a difference, does it? You haven't said five words to me since I got here." Single tears streamed softly down the singer's face. Not five words for ten years.

Quinn turned to her. "I do love you, I just feel so strange, and I don't get it." She sighed, and then something struck her. She had a feeling she knew why they were having this conversation. "B-but, just give me time Rachel, I'll get better, I promise. I love you and everything you are and you can't leave me, I'm not ready, I wouldn't be able to handle it…"

"Quinn, I'm not… I can't… you can do anything Quinn. I've seen you. I have sobbed at the sight of you, just thinking, you're mine. I would NEVER let that go." She took a few seconds to wipe the little droplets of water from her face and smile. "A-and this… this feeling that you have. I know it sucks, but it's one thing I can't help you with."

Quinn smiled in return. "Will it ever go away?"

"And that's where our daughter comes in." Rachel started, " Harmony, Rory, Sugar, they're all out their fixing us." They both smiled gently, "because you never deserved to be broken."

Both of them lingered there for a moment, falling in love all over again, remembering each moment, each touch, like it all happened yesterday. "I don't think we need any fixing." Quinn said. "We're perfect."

Suddenly, there was no space between them. Suddenly, they were stupid teenagers again, kissing, and touching, and wondering if the world could get any brighter. And it always did.

McKinley

Rory stood in his room after school, and paced. Nothing else, he didn't even say three words to Sugar when he got home. Was today really the day? Was he really going to do this? Yes… no… maybe.

He only managed to stand still, when he heard his phone ringing, "Hello?"

Quinn's voice answered, "Rory. I think I accidentally told Rachel I loved her."

"WHAT?"

"I was drunk yesterday, a-and I walked to Finn's house, and R-Rachel was th-there, and I accidentally told her I loved her."

"Well, this is good, isn't it?"

"I don't know, I haven't talked to her yet. How's it with you and Harmony, weren't you talking about telling her this morning?"

"Yeah, but she hasn't-" he heard sobbing coming from the couch, and sighed. "I'll get back to you on that one."

Rory hung up the phone, and ran out of his room, to find the noise. Harmony was on the couch, crying on Sugar's shoulder. Suddenly, he didn't feel the need to tell her today.

Yay! More progress! Please review, and I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Have a totally awesome day. I remain you're faithful servant

-FG