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Glee is not mine, neither is Disney, or any other pop culture reference i may make.

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Quinn had always loved her strong immune system. It was something Beth had luckily inherited. Both Fabray women hardly ever got sick. That being said, when they did get sick, it usually had them bed ridden or in one terrifying case, to the emergency room. They never got colds, they never got the sniffles. They were always known to be healthy.

And apparently this was also the case with one Rachel Berry. The girl was immaculately clean. She always made sure anything she touched was sanitary. And when she did get sick, much like the Fabray women, she got REALLY sick. The only difference is one Rachel Berry is a pain in the ass when she's sick. According to her friends that is. So when Rachel sneezed and then proceeded to cough, Quinn found it both endearing and amusing that everyone rushed to get cold medicine and cough drops for the small girl.

Rachel was able to keep it together for a week, she would pump herself full of vitamins and cold medicine and blaze on through the shows. Quinn began to fear for the girls health. But Rachel would not let her understudy take over. She didn't like the girl, and Quinn could understand why, on Rachel's day off she had gone to see the show and the girl was nothing to be impressed by.

"I know you guys aren't on the best terms but can't you step in for her?" Quinn tried to bargain with Santana during a commercial break while watching Grey's.

"First, she hasn't asked me herself. Second, I don't know the lines. She has an understudy for a reason. I'm just the stunt double and the dancer and one of the genies- I do the background work Q. Plus I always liked Mulan better" Santana shrugged and then shushed Quinn when Cristina Yang came on screen.

It was one of the guys from the cast, Ryder, that saved the day. He had mentioned his fledging crush on the coffee girl Santana often flirted with and informed everyone that she was a good singer. That she had even auditioned for a role, but had to back out when her Mother got sick and had to fly home. Bieste was even going to give her the part of the Jasmine understudy, but when the girl dropped out they never heard from her again.

"Hey Marley" Quinn said sweetly as she got to the counter (this time having actually taken a spot in line).

"Oh hey Quinn" Was it bad that she was already on first name basis with the coffee girl? "The usual? Just you or everyone?" The girl was already taking out a cup to write a name on but Quinn shook her head.

"No actually, I came to talk to you. Ryder mentioned you can sing?" The girl blushed looking around to make sure her supervisor wasn't catching her not doing her job.

"I like to sing, yea. Why?" it wasn't much of an assurance but she had a small Diva who was killing herself over an aladdin musical.

"Do you know the lines for Jasmine in the musical?" Quinn asked quickly, the girls eyes lit up, but she frowned. Apparently loyalty came first to her.

"That's Rachel's part. I would never want to take it-" Quinn quickly stopped the girl.

"Rachel is sick, and she won't let her understudy step in because let's face it, she's not the best" Marley nodded, agreeing with the statement. "And if we can show Rachel that you're good then maybe she can finally get better before we have to take her to the hospital." Marley bit her lip and looked over at the impatient people behind Quinn.

"I'm working right now." She told Quinn, though Quinn could tell even Marley didn't buy her own excuse.

"The show is just about to end. You'd need to show her now. Beiste is in today."

"I can't just leave in the middle of my shift. They'll fire me. What if Beiste doesn't hire me?" Marley had a legitimate excuse and Quinn almost felt bad for pushing it so hard. What if the girl wasn't as good as the 'palace guard' said?

"Do you think you're good enough?" Quinn asked the girl, Marley didn't respond, but her face gave her away. Marley knew she was god enough. "Wouldn't it be worth it to take a chance?" Quinn could sell ice to an eskimo. So of course Marley went and wowed everyone, including Rachel, with her voice.

Everyone currently being at work, and Beth opting to stay with her father instead of going home with Quinn. Both girls found the Anderson/Berry household all to themselves.

Not having to hide anything from anyone Quinn and Rachel settled on cuddling on the couch. Rachel's legs were thrown carelessly over Quinn's. The blonde had an arm around the brunette, that was falling asleep on her shoulder.

"You know as fun as all of this sneaking around is, do you think we're ever going to tell anyone about us?" Quinn asked turning to face Rachel. Her eyes were drooping and she was slightly shivering. There was a quilt thrown over the back of the couch that Quinn grabbed to cover the girl.

"Thank you" Rachel said tucking the quilt around herself. "It's only been 2 weeks, maybe we should give it a bit more time?" Rachel nuzzled deeper into Quinn. But she wasn't going to back down, no matter how adorable the sick girl was being.

"2 1/2 but who's counting right?" Quinn tried to tease the girl. It's not that she wanted everyone to know they were together, actually that part terrified her, it was wanting to know where she and Rachel stood. Were they just dating? Occasionally hooking up (which was a pretty lame hook up because they only made out)? Or were they in a relationship?

"I have a feeling you're trying to ask me something without asking me directly" Rachel yawned before barking out a horrible sounding cough. Rachel's eyes went wide with terror.

"Oh no! My throat! I need tea. Quinn will you make me some tea?" The girl asked in a whisper, her hand hovering over her own throat in worry. Quinn laughed and nodded, standing up from the couch to get the girl some tea.

When she returned with a a hot mug Rachel had a post-it pad and a pen in her lap. Quinn eyed it questioningly before handing the mug to Rachel. Rachel took it with a smile.

"You were right. I am trying to ask you something. I just- I was wondering- are we- do you think-" Quinn just couldn't seem to find the right words to explain to Rachel what she was feeling. Not without sounding needy or desperate anyway. Rachel set the mug aside and scribbled across the pad. She stuck the not to Quinn's knee.

Use your words, Quinn

Quinn frowned down at the note, peeling it off her knee and playing with it in her hands.

"Cute" Quinn said sarcastically, holding the note up to Rachel. Rachel shrugged like she was agreeing.

"I guess I was wondering what I am to you" Quinn said, almost mumbling. Rachel scribbled on the post-it pad again.

I care about you, moron

Quinn rolled her eyes at the new note, she stuck it to Rachel's forehead and heaved a sigh.

"Rude" Quinn muttered. Rachel removed the post-it and started scribbling on the note pad again, Quinn stilled the girls hand.

"I know you're worried about your voice, but can you just talk to me for a second?" Rachel bit her lip. Now Quinn understood what her friends meant by Rachel being unbearable when she was sick. Rachel took a healthy gulp from the hot tea before continuing.

"We're figuring this out together right?" Rachel asked in a whisper, still tentative to use her voice completely. Quinn nodded.

"What do you want us to be?" Rachel asked Quinn, toying with the note Quinn had stopped her from writing. Quinn didn't want to be the first one to say it. She had been the one to really make all of the first moves.

"Don't make me say it" Quinn begged, Rachel chewed on her lip and nodded, placing the note on Quinn's hand. Quinn didn't even bother to look at it before heaving a sigh.

"Rachel please" Quinn said, annoyed. Rachel rolled her eyes at the girl and pointed to the note.

"read it, you moron" Rachel whispered. Quinn glanced down at the note

You're my girlfriend.

That is all it said on the note. It wasn't a question. It was a simple statement of fact. Quinn smirked at the note and looked up at Rachel.

"Presumptuous are we? You're not even going to ask if I want to be your girlfriend?" Quinn asked, scooting closer to Rachel. Rachel shook her head.

"Why would I ask? It's not like anyone would deny me." Rachel said confidently. She then sneezed three times in a row into her arm. Quinn reached over to hand the girl a tissue. Rachel wiped at her nose, looking a bit embarrassed.

"You're right. Completely irresistible" Quinn leaned forward to give Rachel a kiss, but Rachel pulled away.

"I'm sick" Rachel whined "You'll get sick too"

"Shut up, moron" Quinn said, leaning in to press her lips gently against Rachel's. "It'll be worth it."

Rachel stood with her hands on her hips in Quinn's doorway 2 days later. She was cuddled up in her bed with a red runny nose, whooping cough, and a sore throat. She had gotten sick. Rachel still wasn't back at work because she was still sick and Bieste didn't want her getting the rest of the cast sick as well.

"It was worth it" Quinn defended with a pout. Rachel stomped her way into Quinn's room and plopped herself onto the bed next to her.

"Beth didn't get sick did she?" Rachel asked, genuinely concerned. Quinn smiled and shook her head, leaning into the diva. She was glad the girl had decided to leave her post-it notes home.

"No, as soon as Puck heard me sniffle he knew I was sick. And when Beth and I get sick we get it bad. There was this one incident when she was 3-" Rachel was nodding like she knew the rest of the story.

"Noah flew home because you were both sick but Beth was in the emergency room. I remember." Quinn was surprised that Rachel actually knew quite a bit about her because of Puck. She felt guilty that she hardly knew anything about her girlfrind. Rachel threaded her fingers through Quinn's.

"Puck told you about me?" Quinn questioned, closing her eyes, getting comfortable on her bed.

"Yes, but that's not the only reason how I knew who you were. Even at McKinley everyone knew Quinn Fabray" Quinn groaned, feeling embarrassed. She was no longer that girl from high school, but she was still ashamed of her. Ashamed of the girl she was before she got pregnant. She was a terrible person.

"I was awful back then" Quinn explained.

"You didn't turn out too bad" Rachel teased her. Quinn shook her head, not wanting to dig up the past.

"I feel like crap" Quinn complained, hiding her face in Rachel's neck.

"And you're hot" Rachel complained, leaning away from Quinn. Quinn tried to laugh, but ended up sounding like a cough.

"I know"

"No, I mean you're burning up" Rachel said, putting her hand to Quinn's forehead trying to feel her temperature. Quinn leaned into Rachel's cool touch.

"It's ok, I just need to break the fever" Quinn told Rachel, her eyes already closing with fatigue.

"Will you stay with me?" Quinn surprised herself when she asked Rachel this. Quinn had always been self sufficient. She never asked for help, yet here she was asking her new girlfriend to stay with her while she got over her fever.

"I guess that kind of goes under the whole girlfriend duty, huh?" Rachel teased, scooting closer to Quinn so she could lie her head on the singer. Their cuddling was interrupted by a door slamming open. Both girls shot up in alarm.

"Fabray! You better still be alive!" Santana called from the entrance.

"It's my lunch break, bitch so appreciate that I brought you some shit that Britts says makes you feel better." Santana walked into Quinn's room. She had not spotted Rachel yet, who was trying her best to hide behind Quinn. Santana was looking through a bag she had in her arm.

"I do appreciate it Santana" Quinn said in her raspy voice. Santana looked up from the bag for only a second.

"Yeah well don't make it weird." Santana seemed to realize she saw someone else in bed with Quinn, she did a double take and suddenly the room was filled with tension.

"Hi Santana" Rachel said in a small voice. Santana openly stared at the girl, then shook her head and looked back in the bag, completely ignoring Rachel.

"So there's some vegetable soup in here. It's pretty good. I also went to a red box and rented some of those god awful romantic comedies you love. There's some medication in there you should take. Also Britt's wanted me to tell you that her and Mercedes will be visiting this weekend." Quinn nodded taking each item one at a time. Handing some of it over to Rachel when she couldn't hold all of it.

"Thanks Santana, It means a lot" Santana shrugged, still avoiding Rachel's sad gaze.

"Santana maybe you and-" Santana went rigid before Quinn could go on.

"Don't Q, just don't" Quinn sighed, the old friends had to fix what happened themselves.

"I have to head back to work now" Santana said, she stopped at the doorway and looked over her shoulder "feel better" She offered and headed out without another word.

"I really screwed up" Rachel said sadly. She looked down at her hands guiltily. She had said a lot of really awful things to her closest friend and now she had no idea how to take them back.

"You should just apologize. I think that would be a start" Rachel looked through some of the DVD's Santana had rented. Quinn noticed the tears in her eyes but said nothing about them.

"I wouldn't even know how to start. I've never said anything that cruel to someone. Especially not her. I didn't mean it. I'm not sure she'll ever forgive me." Quinn chuckled slightly when she looked at the container with the vegetable soup. She held it up for Rachel to see.

"I think Santana will surprise you" Rachel looked up to examine the container that had writing on it.

For Q and ManHands

After 4 days of being Quarantined Quinn and Rachel were finally able to leave the confines of her bedroom. Santana had even gone as far as putting caution tape all over Quinn's bedroom door to keep people out. Quinn wasn't sure where her roommate had gotten it, but she wasn't about to ask. Sometimes things were better left unanswered when it came to Santana.

All of their friends stopped by often to check on them. Rachel had gotten over the worst of it and was no longer contagious. She said she was just trying to play it safe but everyone knew it was because she wanted to stay with Quinn.

Whenever Kurt stopped by he always wore a bandana over his mouth, not wanting to catch anything. He claimed to have the immune system of a new born, so he never stayed long. But whenever he did it was to bring them more food or to replace the DVD's.

Blaine didn't care if he got sick, he crossed the caution tape and made sure the girls were comfortable and if they needed anything.

Beth and Puck stopped by, though Puck was freaking out the whole time. He didn't want Beth to catch anything. So they didn't stay long but the younger Fabray did drop off a drawing she made for both girls.

Quinn was genuinely surprised how close this group of friends she had inherited were. They all took care of each other, even a surprising visit from Mike turned out better than she anticipated. Tina had stopped by to bring some work for Quinn and to tell her that Miss July hadn't even noticed she Quinn was missing. Tina and Mike immediately hit it off and as soon as Tina left Mike asked Quinn for her number.

There was a slightly uncomfortable visit from Finn, uncomfortable only to the girls though, because Finn was none the wiser. He stopped by and brought them Vegan baked goods because he knew they were Rachel's favorites.

It was friday evening when Rachel was finally preparing to go home because both Quinn and her had recuperated enough to be alone, when the doorbell rang.

Quinn knew Brittany and Mercedes were visiting for the weekend, she was more than a little excited to be reunited with her friends. When she opened the door however, she came fact to face with one of her ex boyfriends. Sam Evans.

"Sam?" Quinn asked slightly confused. The handsome man grinned and opened his arms wide to engulf the girl in a hug. Quinn found herself grinning as well when he hugged her enthusiastically.

"Quinn it's so good to see you!" The man gushed.

"Sam! What are you doing here?" Quinn asked, Rachel just behind her, eyeing the man curiously.

"Mercedes didn't tell you?" He asked her, a little surprised, then he looked guilty.

"Quinn! Where is your skinny white ass?" Quinn heard her best friend call out from behind Sam. Mercedes pushed lightly passed Sam and hugged Quinn tightly.

"Girl, you're looking skinnier. You eating?" Mercedes asked the girl seriously.

"She was sick, but I assure you she's better now" Rachel spoke up from behind the blonde. Quinn straightened up, remembering Rachel's presence.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Rachel this is Mercedes Jones my best friend" Quinn said introducing the two. Brittany bounded into the house, having been there many times before, she needed no introductions.

"One of them" Britt corrected, breezing past everyone, headed straight for Santana's room.

"Right and this is Sam Evans also a good friend from high school" Rachel reached over to shake the blonde man's hand.

"Also ex boyfriend" Sam offered. Rachel stiffened at this and dropped the mans hand soon after.

"Sam, Mercedes, This is My- uh Rachel. This is Rachel my friend" Rachel scowled at this, but Quinn didn't take offense to it. Rachel shouldn't be mad. She had agreed on not telling anyone. Mercedes though, caught Quinn stumbling over her words. Quinn still hadn't told Mercedes about Rachel. Actually it seemed like Mercedes had been avoiding her. By the way Sam had been hovering closely behind her she could guess why.

"Quinn can I talk to you for a sec?" Mercedes asked Quinn a bit nervously. Quinn looked at Rachel to make sure she would behave herself in front of Sam. She hadn't missed the spark of jealousy in the singers eye.

"Yeah" Quinn nodded towards the kitchen and lead the way.

" Q, it really is good to see you" Mercedes breathed, looking the girl over to make sure she was ok.

"It's good to see you too" Quinn smiled "You've been avoiding me" Quinn was never one to beat around the bush.

"Don't waste any time do ya?" Mercedes laughed nervously, Quinn could tell that whatever was on Mercedes' mind meant a lot to her. "You're with Sam aren't you?" Quinn connected the dots and it's the only thing that made sense. Mercedes winced and nodded.

"You're not mad are you? I didn't mean to spring this on you, but I just didn't know how to tell you. And to be honest I was scared. And if-" Quinn laughed putting her hand up to stop the girls nervous rant.

"Mercedes calm down. Breathe" Quinn said putting a calming hand on her friends shoulder. Mercedes did as she was told. "Sam and I dated in high school that's so long ago. Don't even worry about it, besides you know I'm gay" Mercedes eyes widened at the proclamation, confusing Quinn entirely.

"You knew that" Quinn stated evenly. Mercedes shook the surprised look form her face

"Yeah, I mean, of course I knew. Especially after Spencer, even though I never met her, but you've never- You've never said it out loud." This time it was Quinn's turn for her eyes to widen in surprise. Mercedes was right, she had never actually told anyone that she was gay. It's not that she was afraid to admit it to herself, because she already knew that, but she had never told anyone. They had all just gone with it.

"Shit, you're right" Quinn breathed. This time it was Mercedes' turn to put a calming hand on Quinn.

"Relax Quinn. It's that girl isn't it? Rachel? She must be special. Does Beth know? Wait, where is Beth?" Mercedes asked excitedly looking around the apartment.

"No Beth doesn't know. No one knows about me and Rachel" Quinn grinned goofily at the sentence happy that there is a 'her and Rachel' to begin with. Mercedes smiled at Quinn's grin. She knew how hard it was for Quinn to actually feel something romantically for someone. "She's with Puck. Like Rachel mentioned" Quinn was aware that she probably looked like a fool smiling every time she said her girlfriends name. "I've been sick. And we didn't want her getting sick so Puck took her to stay with him for a couple of days." Mercedes nodded, she had been at Lima visiting home when Beth had had to go to the ER.

"Let's go get back to our people. I thought your girl was going to kick Sam when he said he was your ex" Quinn laughed loudly, she wasn't the only one who had caught that.

"Did you tell her?" Sam asked Mercedes excitedly as soon as the old friends stepped back into the room. Rachel was eyeing Sam with disdain, like she didn't approve of the man.

"Not yet" Mercedes said, Quinn eyed her friends. Mercedes suddenly beamed.

"I didn't tell you how me and Sam got in contact again" Mercedes clarified further, though she wasn't sure how this news was more exciting than them actually being together.

"We lost touch after high school but this year, we both ended up at these auditions. And we got to talking." Mercedes went on to say "and these auditions were for the X-Factor. And now after months of waiting to find out. We're in the top 16!" Mercedes said excitedly. Quinn was stunned she always knew her friend had the talent, she was more surprised that Mercedes was able to keep this from her for so long.

"That's amazing!" Quinn said, launching herself into the arms of her friend. "I'm so proud of you!" She pulled away and looked at Sam.

"Both of you" Quinn said before wrapping her arms around Sam. Rachel glared at them, Quinn rolled her eyes at her girlfriend.

"That is amazing. Congratulations!" Rachel said, ever the graceful one. At least she did seem genuinely happy for the pair.

Rachel had opted to stay instead of going home, claiming that she wanted to get to know Quinn's friends better, but she knew Rachel wanted to scope out Sam a bit more.

"You dated him?" Rachel asked, once the tension in the room of Santana ignoring Rachel had gotten too out of hand. Both Quinn and Rachel had gone into the kitchen to get everyone drinks.

"I did" Quinn said carefully. She reached into the fridge and pulled out a couple of beers Santana had bought.

"And why did you guys break up? I can't find anything legitimately wrong with him" Rachel huffed disappointed.

"Not my type?" The way Quinn said it made it sound like a question.

"Don't be cute with me, I honestly want to know" Rachel said a little upset, but her tone said it all. She was feeling insecure.

" Well mainly, I figured out that I wasn't attracted to men." Quinn told the girl honestly. Rachel had crossed her arms, it was one of her self conscious stances, it closed herself off from everyone. Quinn stepped closer and grabbed Rachel's arms, wrapping them around her waist instead of herself.

"Even if I was attracted to both men and women, I would prefer you over him. Any day of the week." Quinn assured Rachel. Rachel looked into Quinn's eyes, making sure her girlfriend is telling the truth. She was apparently satisfied.

"Thank you" Rachel said, pecking Quinn on the lips. Quinn shrugged.

"No need to thank me, it's just how I feel." Quinn told her honestly.

"Hey! I'm getting thirsty over here!" Santana hollered. Quinn rolled her eyes and smiled at Rachel.

"Maybe I should go home" Rachel said, bringing a frown to Quinn's face instead.

"What? why?"

"Santana doesn't want me here" Rachel said sadly. "I don't want to make her uncomfortable in her own home"

"I'm not sure if you've noticed" Quinn teased, placing a kiss on Rachel's cheek "but this is also my home, and I don't care if Santana doesn't want you here. I want you here."

"Look I'm going to tell Mercedes and Sam to take my bed. Britt will be in Santana's room, that leaves Beth's room. And her bed is small. I know how much you like cuddling." Quinn tried to bargain, Rachel looked like she was contemplating it.

"You're actually usually the one cuddling up to me" Rachel defended with a smile, but then nodded "not that I'm complaining."

"Q!" Santana bellowed from the other room.

"GET YOUR OWN DAMN DRINK!" Quinn hollered back, then turned back to her girlfriend. "So are you staying?" Rachel smiled and nodded just as Santana came into the kitchen. Rachel grabbed a couple of the beers and handed one to Santana as she passed her. Santana glared at Quinn who raised her hands in surrender.

"I'm not going to intervene, I swear"

Rachel did end up spending the night again. Quinn had noticed that she had slept with Rachel but had not been intimate with the girl, but it didn't bother her. Would she like to? Yes, her girlfriend was hot. But she didn't need to, quite yet at least. They both wanted to take things slow, so that's what they were doing.

Upon hearing that Mercedes was visiting, Puck decided another one of his Barbecue's was necessary. So everyone migrated over to his house for the evening. Rachel and Quinn agreed to not get too near to each other. They didn't want anyone finding out quite yet. That proved to be a lot easier in theory. All night both Quinn and Rachel could be seen giving each other lingering looks. Or playing footsie under the table.

"You're so big, munchkin!" Mercedes said, patting her lap so Beth could take a seat. Mercedes had taken a liking to Blaine and Kurt right away and had spent most of her time talking to them and Beth.

"How long will you be here Aunt 'cedes?" Beth asked the woman.

"I leave tomorrow morning." Mercedes said with a frown. Quinn watched the exchange from her spot next to Puck at the grill.

He had gone a little over board with the guest list this time around. Ryder and Marley were now in attendance(there would be no Aladdin show today), which Quinn understood, but the surly blonde sitting next to them. Quinn would have never pegged those 3 to be friends. Quinn was surprised to see Tina and Mike sitting close together. Brittany and Santana practically seated in each others laps. Finn was having what looked like an interesting conversation with Sam. Rachel was staying close to Blaine. It really was a full house.

"So what's the story with the blonde?" Quinn asked Puck as he flipped over more burgers on the grill. Puck turned to look at who Quinn was talking about and shrugged.

"She's hot?" Puck answered unsure. "I think her name is Kitty. I'm not sure, Marley brought her" Quinn nodded. Her attention again distracted by Rachel. She was laughing at something Blaine had said and Quinn could not help but admire her girlfriend. Rachel caught her staring and winked at her.

"So you and Rach finally..." Puck trailed off quietly. Puck had always been there for her, she was never able to lie to the man. Especially not after everything he has done for her.

"Yeah, kinda" Quinn said with a nod "but we haven't really told anyone yet. We don't want Finn to..." Quinn trailed off looking over at the man in question. He was laughing at something Sam had said, probably an impression, he looked happier than Quinn had ever seen him. That meant something, right?

"No it's cool. I get it. How are you planning on-" Before Puck could ask his question, though Quinn had an idea it was headed towards Beth, both Finn and Sam approached them.

"Puck it's been a while" Sam said, properly greeting Puck. Puck had met Sam once when Quinn and him were dating.

"It has, you and Mercedes huh? You better treat her right" Puck warned, Sam smiled and nodded.

"I just realized something from high school that I wanted to ask you. Do you have a younger brother?" Puck stopped flipping the patties and turned his attention to Sam.

"Not that I know of. I mean with my old man ...it's possible, but- why are you asking?" Puck asked. Quinn could hear the hopeful tone Puck had. She knew the man long enough to know that family meant everything to him.

"Well my senior year, after Quinn graduated, There was this kid who transferred in. His name was Jake Puckerman. I never put it together because I only met you like once and I knew you as Puck. But there is definitely some resemblance in the way you talk and act and stuff. I don't know, it could be nothing- but we were actually pretty good friends and he's in LA right now- he's a back up dancer." Quinn listened intently to what was going on. Could it really be? Could Puck have a brother? And could Beth have an actual uncle?

"Hey Quinn" Finn said stepping next to Quinn. She had hoped she could avoid being alone with him. Puck and Sam were so engrossed with their conversation she might as well be alone.

"Hey Finn, how are you?" Quinn asked, a bit tense.

"I'm doing pretty great actually." And he actually seemed like he was telling the truth.

"That's great Finn. I'm glad" Quinn told the man honestly.

"How are you feeling?" Finn asked her, she could tell he had something else he wanted to tell her. She didn't ask him though.

"A lot better, thank you" This conversation was headed to the overly formal side

"I know" Finn blurted out. He looked embarrassed as soon as he said it. Like he had planned to say it some other way.

"Excuse me?" Quinn asked, hoping that she could play dumb. He pulled her over to the side so they could speak more privately. Suddenly Quinn was nervous to be alone with the man. Though she knew he would never hurt her.

"Quinn, I know" He sighed and looked over at Rachel. She was too entertained by something Mercedes was saying to notice Finn and Quinn. He turned his attention back to Quinn and looked her right in the eye

"I know about you and Rachel."

I know this chapter may have been a bit on the boring side, but I really wanted to bring in Mercedes and wanted some of that Faberry Fluff. I know I left it on a sort of a cliff hanger, but I think you'll like how this one turns out.

Pitu fita: Thank you! I hope you like how this one turned out.

DameonCain: I'm glad you enjoyed it! I always wondered myself as well, I hope you liked my take on what could have happened.

fridaglee17: I'm glad you liked that chapter and I hope you like this one. Santana and Rachel were always meant to be friends I think.

southernranger1: believe me, i would also be on that couch with those girls. I'm glad you liked it. Thank you!

W1cked: If you were either of them would you be able to keep your hands off? haha. I'm glad you liked the chapter and hope you like this one.

RikkuKashi: I'm really glad I was able to make someone laugh with this story. And you're absolutely right, Quinn should have more faith in her daughter, but her family did leave her damaged so she is approaching the subject of her sexuality carefully, when it comes to her daughter at least. And I love how you phrased that Quinn is dating a disney 'princess'. I'm glad you liked it.

Guest: I'm sorry this is so long, but I just really need to get this out there. You are not the first who has said something that has bothered me, but yours at least made sense so I am going to respond to you. I'm not exactly sure what I am saying to offend you so much. I come on here to post a work of fiction. I do it because I find it fun and it's a creative release for me. I don't laugh it off because it's "just a joke" . I like to choose my battles and if my friends make an off handed comment that they don't think all the way through, I'm not going to get into an argument with them for it. Do you know how exhausting it would be if I stood up to every bigot I encounter on a daily basis? Don't get me wrong, I fight for my beliefs, but arguing with every hateful person I have encountered in my life would have turned me into a very bitter person. It did for a very long time. If I am correct you are the same person that has been picking at the certain subjects that I don't even touch basis on all the way because this is a DISNEY and GLEE story. If I have assumed incorrectly than I apologize, but either way there is so much more you could focus on in my story. It's meant to be fun, and hopefully get a laugh out of you, not offend you. It's not something I post out there for people to pick apart. There is one easy solution to this, and it's if this story really offends you so much, you can stop reading it. My sincerest apologies, again, for offending you because I clearly did. It was really never my intention.

And on that note, I come on here to post a story that I have fun with. It makes my day a bit brighter when I hear that someone finds joy in it. And it really sucks when I read these remarks that people make. Especially when they Assume they know who I am or how I think. I shouldn't feel the need to defend myself on here. To be honest, it pisses me off a little when I read those comments, but then I force myself to take a deep breath and put myself in the commenters (usually guests(and by usually I mean always)) shoes. I can understand where people are coming from most of the time. I can see what they are trying to say, but in making certain comments, that have now since been deleted, they make me out as a horrible person who doesn't know what she's talking about (at least it feels that way to me), It almost feels like they are attacking me. And I know, I'm only a 20 year old college student, what do I really know?

I have never been one to believe in love. So if someone is able to find it, I truly believe they should hold onto it. I'm a hopeful (not hopeless) romantic hence this story. But when writing this story suddenly turns into having to defend myself, it is no longer fun.

Thank you all for your support and your kindness. This was just a story I had in my mind, and I'm glad I got to share it with you. -A