Chapter Eleven

Was she kidding her with this!

How could one person possible look as hot as Quinn was doing right now? Rachel swore, she practically dropped her jaw, and a little drool came out. She'd just been ready for a nice night out with the 'gang' (as Kurt had nick-named them a few days ago, when Quinn's group-text message had ticked in on their phones), but she hadn't thought that she was going to have to deal with a Quinn all dressed in black, looking absolutely incredible.

It was just supposed to be the eight of them, going out for beer at a karaoke bar that Quinn had found, and they were supposed to have fun, get drunk and just sing their hearts out. Rachel had been a bit weary at first, but Nick had thought that it was a good idea, so therefore, there they were, and Quinn was watching Rachel through heavy eyelids, with a burning stare.

The diva felt naked beneath her hazel eyes. She shivered in her thin jacket and wrapped it tighter around herself. Scooting closer to Nick, she crept beneath his armpit and let him warm her body. There was a flicker of something unpleasant on Quinn's face, and the blonde answered back by grabbing Jessica's hand and placing a soft kiss on it.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, and Rachel could see his eyes move from Quinn to herself a few times, before a funny smile played across his lips. She glared at him.

Nick cleared his throat, "Surely they'll be here soon." he murmured into Rachel's hair.

Quinn nodded, "Santana just texted me, they're on the subway." she nodded her head towards the entrance to the bar, where music was streaming out, and happy cheers were to be heard, "We can just go in and find a table though?" she suggested.

"Oh God yes!" Blaine agreed, and he was the first to make his way through the doors and into the bar, quickly followed by Kurt, and then everybody else. Rachel hung on tightly to Nick and smiled up at him; she was determined to make this a good evening, to enjoy being out with her friends for a night of fun – she was convinced that she'd be just like the Rachel Berry she had been in high school, that no one would recognize her in here, and that – when she opened her mouth to sing – people would be awed and tell her that she had a voice that was made for Broadway.

Jessica unzipped her jacket and turned to take a look around the room. "I just love these places who couldn't care less about the public smoking laws." she shrugged her shoulders out of her jacket and Quinn automatically came to her aid by helping her out of it, "Thanks Sweetie." she pecked her cheek quickly and turned to the bar, "Should I start us off with six beers?"

"Kurt? Beer?" Quinn questioned with a a confused look, "You know what, I'll help you." she whispered with her soft voice, and the two turned towards the bar, their fingers somehow finding each other and intertwining.

"Found a table!" Kurt exclaimed, and Rachel quickly turned away from the cute display of affection, to find Kurt and Blaine who were trying to push two tables together so that all of them could sit with one another. The tables they had found were close to the little stage, which was currently empty, but one microphone and the guy behind the keyboard who clearly was in charge of all things musical. Some old Britney Spears song was playing in the background and the lyrics were running across the small flat screen TV. Rachel was liking this place already; it seemed like there was always a lovely atmosphere, and the crowd inside the bar was a lot more coloured than she'd first anticipated. There was the older generation, the usual suspects, but also a young crowd that clearly wasn't here on a regular basis.

She placed her jacket and her scarf over the back of a chair and took a seat on it, "This place is entertaining!" she told Kurt, and even though Jessica and Quinn's couple-ness was annoying her already, she was convinced that it was going to be a good evening. It was going to be even better once Brittany and Santana showed up, because they never ceased to entertain her.

Kurt took a seat across from her and nodded eagerly. "Yes it is! I am so going to knock some show-tunes out of the park tonight." he glanced towards the bar, "I see a Sex on the Beach on the bar right now. I sure hope Quinn got that one for me..." he trailed off with anticipation lacing his every word.

Rachel shook her head at him and turned to glance at Nick and Blaine; they'd taken a seat at the other of their tables, just to make sure to everyone that it was taken. Those two had always gotten along so well together, they'd always had plenty of things to talk about. At the beginning of her relationship with Nick she'd been so thankful for that, because Kurt and Blaine were her best friends, and it was important that her boyfriend fitted right in. He'd also gotten along very well with Quinn back in college when she first met him, but obviously Quinn had taken a distance to him, which, at first, had confused Rachel, but later made so much sense.

Quinn and Jessica came back to their tables, holding five beers and one Sex on the Beach. Kurt squealed in delight and immediately started sucking on his straw. Rachel offered Jessica a thankful smile as the red-head handed her a bottle, but had to hold back her frown when she also took a seat next to her. Quinn opted for the seat on the other side of Jessica, and there she was, stuck with the two of them. Thankfully Kurt was right there too, but who knew if he was going to be of help or the complete opposite.

"I am so excited to hear you sing, Sweetie." Jessica told Quinn with a gentle stroke on her arm, before she grabbed her bottle and took a long sip of it.

Rachel raised an eyebrow. "You haven't heard her sing?" she questioned, very much in disbelief. She'd heard Quinn sing plenty of times, perhaps it was just because of Glee Club, but really... the blonde had such a delicate, fine voice. It was a shame to keep it hidden. As Quinn's girlfriend, Jessica should really be familiar with this part of Quinn's personality.

A faint blush crept across the blonde's face as she hurried to answer, "No." she whispered, "I don't really sing... I have no reason to."

"She just hums!" Jessica added with a little laugh, before she raised the beer to her lips again.

The diva brunette gasped and reached across Jessica to hit Quinn gently on the arm, "Quinn!" she hissed, "You have a wonderful voice, you should use it as often as possible."

Quinn didn't answer, she just stared oddly at the brunette for a few seconds, before she turned her eyes downwards and reached for her bottle of beer. Jessica nudged her gently in the side, but her eyes didn't waver, and she placed her bottle quietly back at the table.

Rachel felt the need to break the odd silence, even though she was slightly interested in the interaction between the couple. There was something different about them; something weird that hadn't been there before, and it felt like the air had just shifted entirely among them. She cleared her throat, "I will be singing also. Something that is not ABBA and or Broadway classics for a change." she smiled at Kurt.

Some old man was taking the stage, and Rachel was going to be surprised if he carried a tune at all.

Kurt winked at her, "Oh yes, Divalicious. It's been awhile since you knocked something else out of the park. I can never get tired of hearing you sing Honey Honey, butI do miss your renditions of other kinds of music." he chimed out a short laugh, his chuckles ringing out like bells, "You do everything so well, it's quite astonishing."

Rachel couldn't help but feel warm at his kind words. It wasn't because she hadn't heard praise like this before, but it was still so nice to hear it from Kurt, her best friend. She knew she was good; she knocked practically everything out of the park, she sang with such emotion and touched her audience – that was why she was on Broadway. Tonight it was going to be different for her, she was going to act, for just a night, as if she wasn't Broadway star Rachel Berry, and as if she didn't have a few Tony nominations in her pocket (sadly not a win yet, but it was going to happen, she just knew it).

"Well I can't sing to save my life, but I'd love to hear all of you!" Jessica admitted, before she placed an arm over Quinn's shoulder and kicked back and relaxed.

Just then the man on stage started to break into a... admittedly, not so good, version of an old Beatles song. Rachel cringed, and Quinn said what they all were thinking, "Well neither can he."

Just then Santana loudly announced her and Brittany's presence at the bar, and Rachel turned around in her seat to see the tall dancer and the feisty Latina approach their table. She grabbed her bottle of beer and held it up, thus indicating that they should probably get themselves something to drink before they sat down. Brittany smiled widely at her and turned around to order something, whilst Santana just bulldozed right through the crowd and stopped behind Rachel's chair. She placed her hands on the diva's shoulder and squeezed tightly.

"Berry." she sternly said.

Glancing up at her, Rachel licked her lips. "Satan." she quickly replied, before she turned her head and looked at Kurt. The word had slipped past her lips somewhat intentionally, because she'd wanted a way to give back at the anger that Santana had had towards her the last time they'd seen each other. However, she was sort of regretting it now, because Santana's wrath was not nice, and she did not want to feel it if she could avoid it.

The Latina gasped loudly and stepped around the table to look at her. "Oh really, RuPaul?" she replied back, one eyebrow raised, ready to take on the battle.

Rachel gave her a sideways smile. "RuPaul." she stated. "Haven't heard that since high school. Come join us Santana." she didn't know why she was being cool and collected right now, because truth be told, Santana did scare her a lot; her anger could be destructive and Rachel didn't want it on her. However, she also didn't want the Latina to just think that she'd take everything lying down, not like she used to do in high school. Also, she wanted to act cooler than she really was, mostly because Jessica was there, and Quinn was watching, and...

Santana took a seat next to Blaine and reached her hand across the table. "Well done, Berry." she said, her eyes turning into small slits as Rachel shook her hand, "So. How many times have you been on stage since you got here? A billion? A gazillion?"

"Ha. Ha." Rachel sarcastically replied and took a sip of her beer.

"I'm going to sing soon." Quinn added then, just as Brittany returned to the table with a handful of beers. She sat down next to Blaine, but leaned over to give Rachel a sideways hug. "I wanna sing. I'm ready to sing." Quinn continued, and there was this odd thing shining right out of her, and Rachel had a feeling that there was something deeper behind all of this.

Jessica turned to smile brightly at the blonde. "I'm sure you'll do great, Babe." she whispered, before pressing her lips to Quinn's and locking them for a long kiss.

Rachel shivered and turned to look at Nick instead. He blew her a kiss, and she felt it warm her heart. But that was that. She didn't feel that longing to be next to him, that thing pulling her towards him. It was odd, really, because as she sat there, she could feel it, right between her and Quinn. She could feel how her desire to be closer to the blonde was overshadowing everything else. And that was what really scared her, because there Nick was, being the kind, gentle husband, blowing her kisses and she just had this desire to blow kisses to someone else.

Someone old woman was about to start singing, and Santana turned to Quinn with a look. "Hey Q, maybe we should all sign up now. It looks like that list is shit-long, so how about it? Yeah?"

"I wanna do Britney!" Brittany eagerly said, and she was off her chair and approaching the stage before anyone had time to stop her. Santana, Quinn and Kurt reluctantly followed her. Rachel wanted to sing, that had been her plan all along, but right now – something was holding her back and she wasn't sure what it was. Perhaps it was the way that Quinn had been looking at her. Perhaps it was something else, she just couldn't see it. She felt like she needed to sing something for Nick, to show him (and everybody else, cough-Quinn-cough) how much he meant to her. What song would be able to do that though?

Jessica turned to Rachel then with a small, appealing smile. "So how are rehearsals for uh, was it West Side Story?"

The brunette diva hated that, apparently, Jessica knew everything about her, and was even interested in her, in knowing more about her. She swallowed, "They are doing fine, thank you." she said, "Brittany is now a part of the show, and it's been a pleasant change having her around."

The red-head nodded and reached for one of the beers on the table, assuming that they were free to take one of those that Brittany had bought for them. She took a short sip and continued, "I can imagine. You do know a lot of the other actors though, right? From other shows and whatnot?"

Rachel nodded. She did know a lot of them, but most all of of her acquaintances were not pleasantries. "And NYADA." she admitted, "A lot of the extras are even people I graduated with. They all hated me in school because I was better than them. They still do, so I'm not exactly invited to lunch with them." she hated that it could still make her sad sometimes, to think of the way they treated her. She'd always told herself that it was lonely on the top, but... She'd hoped that at least she'd be able to make a few friends at NYADA who weren't going to kill her when she snatched the best parts.

Apparently she was just too good.

"Seriously?" Jessica questioned in disbelief, apparently very shocked, "Do people really act like that at our age? That's crazy!"

"It's a tough business." Rachel replied, shrugging her shoulders and pretending that it didn't bother her as much as it really did, "It's every man for himself."

Jessica nodded and took a long sip of her beer, just as their friends returned to the table. Kurt smiled brightly at them and sat down, "I took the liberation to sign you up, Rachel, you're welcome."

She thanked him with a small smile; even though she found it annoying that he'd signed her up and just decided that she should sing soon, she couldn't get mad. She'd just told him that she wanted to perform and she did have a plan to do so. The only problem was just that she didn't know what to perform yet. Hopefully she'd figure something out once she was up there and saw the selection that they had. Perhaps there'd be something good for her to sing; something she couldn't think of herself right this moment.

Rachel kept on pondering her song choices as the evening progressed. Apparently, a lot more people had filled in the slots at the stage and they had to listen to horrible singers, but it was still fun; especially because some of them were getting drunk, and Rachel herself was tipsy, too. They had fun – they talked about everything, they joked and laughed and played a silly drinking game with dices. Rachel lost entirely, but she was still laughing because Blaine made fun of her for it, and Brittany started dancing on the table when she or Santana won.

Before she could really comprehend it, the MC on the stage called Quinn's name and the blonde woman stood up from their table to announce her presence. She didn't seem too drunk, she smiled at them all and told them to listen and support her. Jessica whistled after her, and when she readjusted the microphone to fit her height, Rachel met her eyes, and Quinn's hazel orbs were so intense, so incredibly filled with emotion that the diva just knew, she instinctively knew, that this song was for her.

And as the first recognizable tunes streamed out of the speakers, it didn't take Rachel more than ten seconds to realise what song it was that Quinn was singing. It was their song; well, the song that had been playing that day in the radio, that snow-filled winter where they had been on their way home to Lima in a rented car. Quinn had been humming beautifully along to the tune and not long after that, she'd confessed her love for Rachel and everything had changed between them. It had been the beginning of their end. This song. This particular song. The song that Quinn was well into singing right now.

It's hard to take the blame
When I look at you, you're so ashamed
My baby, my darling, I've been thinking
Of leaving

Well alright
It's okay
We all get the slip sometimes every day
I'll just keep it to myself in the sun
In the sun

The diva could see all of their friends nodding along and enjoying Quinn's performance. Kurt was glancing at them both, but she cast her look down and ignored him. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jessica smile brightly and cheer Quinn on, clearly impressed with how well her girlfriend was singing. If she just knew... if she just knew why Quinn was singing the song, and if she just knew how to interpret the lyrics. Because Rachel did, she did. She understood everything that Quinn was trying to convey to her with this song choice and it was horrible, because it made her heart ache and her stomach turn.

The song was getting to the end, and she couldn't take it anymore. She pushed her chair back, murmured something about needing to pee and hurried through the crowd towards the bathroom. She needed to get away, because she couldn't stand being inside that room anymore. Not with Nick and Jessica right there; not with Kurt, Santana and Brittany all knowing what they had done. Not with the lyrics to that song haunting her that way. No. She had to get out of there, there was simply no other option, even if it looked suspicious and weird.

Rachel leaned herself against the sink and tried to steady her breathing. She hadn't even noticed it before, but she was crying, there were tears in her eyes and some rolling down her cheeks. She had mascara mashed out everywhere, and she reached a hand up to try and rub it off. She had to get herself together, she couldn't act like a lunatic like this. She shouldn't be so emotional, and if she was gone too long, Nick would send a search-party to find her.

"Be calm Rachel..." she whispered, as she could feel her heart slowly start beating at a more natural rhythm. "Good." she told herself in a firm voice, before she reached over the sink and ripped out some paper towels from the dispenser. She was just rubbing her cheeks and trying to safe her make up, when the door to the bathroom opened.

Looking into the mirror, she felt herself freeze. It was Quinn. Quinn was staring right back at her with shimmering hazel eyes.

-Faberry-

She could see clearly through the faded lights in the room that Rachel was leaving the table. There wasn't much light in the room, and it was filled with smoke from cigarettes and cigars, but she had the advantage, because she was standing a few feet over the ground. She saw the way that the brunette's face had turned sour, and how she abruptly pushed her chair back and turned to leave.

Quinn forced herself to finish the song, she forced herself, because it wouldn't make sense to anyone if she stood off the stage now and followed Rachel into the bathroom. It was what she wanted to do though, she wanted nothing more than to cut herself off and follow the diva to sort this out. It was clear that her message had gotten across; it was received and understood. She'd planned it from the very beginning. The second she decided that they were going out for karaoke, she knew that it was this song she was going to sing.

There was so much meaning behind it; not only that the lyrics fitted her mood whenever she thought of herself and Rachel's relationship, but it was also the song that had been playing that day in the car, and she just knew that Rachel remembered that too. She'd wanted to poke to the other woman, to sort of see what her reaction would be – and what a reaction! Quinn wasn't sure whether or not her storm-out was a positive sign or not, but at least the diva hadn't just sat there, with no emotions whatsoever.

The blonde forced herself to finish the song; there was just a few lines left, and although she heard herself go sharp at one point, the small audience that had actually been paying attention to her clapped their hands together and she bowed her head down, before she was off the stage and going right for their tables. She had no intention of stopping there however, and it seemed liked Jessica was getting that, because she murmured "bathroom" as Quinn passed her, and the blonde knew that she'd have her back and make up some explanation to those few who couldn't know anything.

She felt their eyes on her back, but she ignored it and pushed the door to the bathroom open with a push more powerful than she'd first intended. She stopped when she saw Rachel, for a second, she could see her tears in the mirror, the way her body shook a little bit as if she'd been very upset. It was just a second, a second to give her a once-over, before her eyes met Rachel's in the mirror, and the diva turned to her with huge eyes.

She was like a deer caught in the headlights, watching the car come closer, locking eyes with the person behind the wheel of the car that was just about to pummel right into the animal, the animal who had nowhere and no time to run.

Quinn had almost never seen her as beautiful as she was now. Sometimes she'd been struck by the sight of her beauty; when pictures on her website showed her in stunning dresses, on the way to a première. Or when she was on stage, singing her heart out, in her true element. Or like that day in her apartment where they kissed. But something now was different; the brunette was so vulnerable, so breakable, so... easy to touch, to love.

She wanted it to be okay for her to love her.

Rachel bit her lip. "That was a wonderful performance, Quinn."

The blonde raised an eyebrow and took one step closer. "How would you know, you didn't see the end of it?"

"I – I … I needed to, uh, to use the bathroom." the diva whispered, shuffling nervously at her feet. Her eyes were flickering, and she was not a very convincing liar.

"No you didn't." Quinn said then, quickly cutting her off. She didn't want to hear any bullshit right now, because she couldn't care less what excuses Rachel had to make up, but most importantly – they didn't have time for bullshit, because someone was going to find it odd and come looking for them. Jessica could only stall for so long. "You came in here because the song really hit home with you, didn't it?"

Rachel stepped back and leaned herself against the sink, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Quinn stepped closer to her again; she didn't want to be tough with the other woman, especially when she could see that it was not working and that Rachel was very emotional by now. She was going to have to try something different. She still didn't want any bullshit, no, she wanted honesty, and she could get that somehow else. She trapped Rachel between the sink and herself by holding onto the white porcelain, a hand on each of Rachel's sides. They were close, so close that she could feel the diva's shallow breathing on her face. She whispered, "I sang that song because I wanted to let you know what I feel. I know you said that we need to just be friends, Rach, but I can't just be your friend. Everytime I'm near you, I long to touch you."

The other woman bent her head away, not meeting Quinn's eyes, "We can't, Quinn, I told you that. We can't do this. We have to be strong."

"I'm tired of keeping myself away from you." Quinn whispered, pulling herself even closer, but still not letting their bodies touch, "Don't I deserve to be happy?" she breathed into Rachel's ear, her breath ghosting over the other woman's sensitive skin.

Rachel shivered beneath her. "Remember Jessica. Remember Nick." she continued, but she turned her head anyway, and locked her eyes to Quinn's. There was so much emotion floating in there; those orbs that always portrayed exactly what she was feeling, they were showing so much love and desire that Quinn could hardly handle it.

She licked her lips, her mouth falling slightly open as she felt everything well up inside of her; everything that she was feeling for the other woman was simmering right beneath the surface, pounding to come out. "I don't care..." she whispered, and then she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Rachel's.

Though the diva had seemed reluctant, told her to stop it, to stay away, she felt her respond immediately. Their lips meshed together desperately, she felt the singer's hands rise to her hair and pull her head closer, ordering her not to stray away. Her own hands were clinging onto the sink, but just for a second longer, because she let them to Rachel's petite waist and clung to her instead. She pulled herself closer, she pressed her body into the tiny woman's, she felt her response, a tiny moan that came from the back of her throat, and Quinn hungrily attacked her lips once more.

There was rapid breathing and sounds coming from either herself or Rachel, at this point she wasn't sure, and there was searching hands and when she somehow managed to press her knee between Rachel's legs, the diva pulled their lips apart and moaned loudly once more.

Everything was a haze; Quinn wasn't sure what she was doing, just that she felt hot and cold at the same time, that the pulsating between her thighs was telling her how much she was enjoying this. She'd been imaging a moment like this, she'd dreamt of it, hoped for it. She couldn't control her actions, her desires were taking over, and all she wanted was to be even closer to Rachel, to feel her naked skin, to touch her in places she'd never been before.

But this was not the place for that. It really was not the place for that. And Rachel's fingers pulling at her hair and trying to push her away, finally snatched her out of it. She stepped back, far away from the other woman, so far away that her back hit the door into one of the toilet booths. She tried to regain control of her breathing as she watched Rachel through clouded eyes. Her heart was beating rapidly, and she was painfully aware of how wet her panties were. She dug her short nails into the flesh of her hand and ordered herself to think of something else entirely. Like Finn. Or dead puppies. And her grandmother.

Rachel was standing with her head in her hands. Her shoulders were shaking and Quinn wanted to cross the floor and hold her, but she knew that any touching right now would not be beneficial. She wanted to say something, anything, just to... to make Rachel see that she was sorry for attacking her, but – but that she hadn't been able to control herself, simply because she was too far in love with her, too far gone to ever go back.

But how would she ever be able to make Rachel understand that, when the other woman refused to open her eyes and really see?

The door to the bathroom opened then, and it could have been whoever who wanted to use the bathroom (usually at places like these, people had to go all the time), but it was Jessica who peered inside. There was a small smile on her face, but when she saw the entire situation, she frowned a little bit.

Stepping inside, she turned to Rachel, "Are you okay? Nick sent me in here to see if you had fallen in." she said, and Quinn appreciated how she tried to act as the wonderful friend and girlfriend who was just there to check up on them.

Rachel pulled her hands away from her face and grabbed some paper towels and quickly dried her eyes. "I'm okay. I suddenly just felt bad. Quinn was... nice enough to check up on me." she whispered, before she turned to the mirror and quickly made sure that everything was as it should be; that her clothes weren't wrinkled and not a strand of hair was out of place. "I'm good now." she said, before she brushed past Jessica and went back into the bar.

Jessica turned to Quinn with a devious smile on her face. It was pretty evident that this was funny to her, just by the way she was standing.

"Shut up." Quinn hissed, before she copied Rachel's movements from before and checked her clothes and hair.

The red-head glanced at her, and her smile was softer now. "You totally got it on in here, didn't you? I was afraid to enter, but I knew I had to." she wriggled her eyebrows.

Quinn turned to glance at her, and she couldn't hide the pleased smile that erupted on her face when she thought back to the kiss that had just occurred a few minutes ago. It had been so hot and intense and just... mind-blowing. She never thought she'd be able to enjoy kissing anyone else, not after that. "We kissed." she said, and then broke into a smile so big, it had to light up her entire face.

Jessica gave her a fist right on her upper arm. "You dirty dog!" she said, sounding both impressed and little bit lecturing, "Her husband is right in there!" she shook her head and reached her hand out to fix a strand of astray hair. "This is getting so out of hand, Quinn... I can see that you really want to be with her, but... it's not fair to him. Not when things are getting more and more serious. I mean, I'm not an idiot, I can tell that more than a peck on the lips happened in here. I can practically smell the sex on you." she let her hands fall from the hair and surprised Quinn by placed it on her crotch, "You're so wet, Quinnie." she whispered.

Pushing her hand away, Quinn knew that she was right. It couldn't continue on like this. There had to be an end to this madness, it wasn't fair to Nick at all. The problem was just that Rachel didn't want this to continue, but to stay with Nick. If they'd both agreed that it was going to be them, it'd be unfair to keep Nick in the dark, but like this... There was nothing she could do but try to control her own feelings, even though it was a task she'd never master.

"Sure you don't want me to take the edge off before we go back out there?" Jessica questioned with a sultry voice.

Although that offer was wonderful because Quinn was so turned on at the moment, she didn't want to. They'd agreed to stop having sex because she wanted to go for it with Rachel, and this was only going to complicate things. She didn't want to do it to Jessica, because even if they had never been together, just goofing around, it wasn't fair to her. She was already helping her by pretending to be her girlfriend, she couldn't pull her more into this, not by making it worse.

The blonde glared at her. "Keep your fingers to yourself, you sexy lady." she said, before she walked around her and out of the bathroom.

What a night.


Thank you so much for the kind reviews you guys left me on the last chapter! I appreciate your support so much! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, too? I know it wasn't the longest chapter, and that I am a bit rusty right now, but I hope it was good nonetheless :) I will try to be back with the next chapter quicker this time! Things are definitely moving forward, so it should get more interesting soon, if my storyline sticks ;-)

So what did you guys think of the last few Glee episodes? I was SO disappointed of Rachel's audition, I was left feeling so confused and cheated. AND I feel like Quinn is not getting the appropriate amount of screen-time after that accident, or is that just me?

Disclaimer; I don't own Glee, and the song Quinn sang is, of course, In the Sun by She & Him, which is also where I borrowed the title of the story :)