**Hello, Lovelies! I am a horrible person, I know…I tried to get to responding, but my internet was down this weekend. I do, however have something that will hopefully make up for my lack of response and make you not hate me, anymore, something that about 99 percent of you have been waiting for! You just have to read to find out what it is…

P.S: A big thank you to STAYWITHMEFORTHEKIDS, for being amazing and suggesting the song, in this chapter, to me. I was seriously on the hunt for the perfect song for this character and SWMFTK pointed it out at just the perfect moment. So, thank you for that, Lovely! :)

Also, I posted the video of the song "Superman (Cover by Boyce Avenue)" originally by Five For Fighting, on my Tumblr page: loveisforlovelies so check it out if you want to hear the audio. (I did change a few words toward the end of the song to make it more gender appropriate.)

Also, all typos, grammatical errors, etc are mine. Sorry :(

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"It doesn't really matter, since this person is already in a relationship with someone else; and I gave my word that I would back out. I just want this person to be happy; and from what I've heard…they are."

Everyone's reaction is different.

"Hmph," is heard from Russell.

Judy gasps at the possibility that I'm talking about her daughter, who she wants so badly to be with me.

Harmony gives me a small smile and a nod, before mouthing "I need to talk to you" at me.

Quinn…Quinn just seems confused as she continues watching me. I can tell she's battling with words, again. I look at everyone else, but Harmony is the only one looking back. I feel like she can sense the tension between Quinn and I; it makes me nervous. I'm half distracted by Harmony mouthing at me again, when I notice that Quinn is still desperately trying to keep her mouth shut, but her lips finally part and a whisper escapes…

"That person is an idiot."

CHAPTER 12:Even Heroes Have The Right To Dream

For a brief second I think that the geeky blonde is going to lean in and kiss me, as her hazel eyes meet my brown ones and we stare at each other, understanding the hidden meaning behind our words. That brief instant is as real and as vital as the next, in which Quinn blinks, turns away, and clears her throat.

"Well, dinner has been wonderful, Mom," the youngest Fabray says, interrupting the awkward silence and grasping Harmony's hand in hers. "I think Harm and Rachel are due home soon, so…" she gives her girlfriend an anxious look.

"Oh, yes, I'm sure my parents will be calling asking where I'm at," Harmony adds to Quinn's excuse. "Um, thank you Mrs. Fabray the food was delicious; it was a pleasure to meet you both," she finishes, speaking to Quinn's parents.

"You're welcome, Harmony," they respond in unison, although with different tones. Mr. Fabray seems pleased by the night's event, while Mrs. Fabray seems worried, as if she senses her daughter's eagerness to escape this extremely awkward dinner.

"I guess, I should be leaving, as well. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Fabray." I half lie to the man, in all honesty it was sort of horrible, but I can see some good in him, at least. I then get up to say goodbye to Mrs. Fabray, who follows suit. "Thank you, Mrs. Fabray; Harmony is right, the food was simply amaz-" I'm cut-off by the bone-crushing hug that the older woman wraps me in.

"You're welcome, Rachel," she replies. Then quietly and privately adds, "You are a sweet, beautiful young lady; and it's true, my Quinnie is a bit of an idiot when it comes to matters of love." She then pulls away and smiles sadly, making me feel jealous that Harmony gets to be the girlfriend of Quinn and be able to have an excuse to be around Mrs. Fabray.

"I'll walk you two out," Quinn says lowly, as she and Harmony wait for me. I nod and meet them at the front door.

The three of us walk out to the drive way, where our cars are parked and we all stop and stare at our shoes. I want to say something to break the silence, but I don't know what to say when Harmony is here. I feel at this point I'm beyond any control and I'm afraid if I open my mouth something along the lines of "Quinn, I love you!" will spill out; and well…I don't think that will go over smoothly. Meanwhile, Quinn is tugging on her Justice League tie, practically choking herself with her nervous habit.

There's a loud heavy sigh, "Quinn, I was hoping that you could give Rachel and I some time to talk…alone." Harmony, says, pulling the blondes twitchy hands away from the tie and loosening it up, before smoothing it out. The action is so natural and swift that it seems as if Harmony has been keeping Quinn from choking herself for years. I'd be extremely envious of the weirdly intimate moment, if Quinn wasn't looking at me with a nervous frown.

"Why?" She blurts out, shifting her eyes to focus on Harmony, again. "I mean, why converse only amongst your selves?" Her voice squeaks as she looks at us both, suspiciously and a little frightened.

"It's okay, Quinn," I reply, giving her a small but genuine smile. "No need to worry; okay?"

"What she said," Harmony seconds, rubbing Quinn's back, comfortingly. "You and I can talk when Rachel and I are done." Being shorter than Quinn, much like me, Harmony has to tilt her head up slightly to kiss Quinn's lips. I look away, quickly, when their mouths connect. Nearly fifteen seconds, which is still a fairly long time, pass by before Harmony pulls away and pats Quinn's behind until the blonde waves goodbye to me, awkwardly, and heads back inside her home.

"So…" I draw out when we're no longer distracted by Quinn, the geeky blonde who we both care for and who neither of us is entirely sure of, when it comes to how she feels. Santana suddenly pops into my head; that conversation she had with Quinn is still a mystery to me. How is it that Santana knows more about Quinn's true feelings than Harmony and I? It's absurd, really.

"Right, so…I was thinking, Rachel, a lot about Quinn," she starts. So have I, I think to myself. "And these past several days have been both perfect and disastrous." She looks back at the Fabray home and shifts her weight in a nervous way. "It's obvious that Quinn's parents don't see eye to eye when it comes to her personal choices; and it's no wonder why Quinn is so divided when it comes to her condition and…who she really wants to be with."

I wait for her to continue, but she doesn't; she just looks off to the side. "I'm not sure why you're telling me this, Harmony?"

She looks at me, again, and she looks sad…truly sad. "I'm telling you because I'm going to break-up with her."

"What? !" My jaw is slack and my eyes are wide; I'm positive that I look like I just saw a ghost. "You can't!" I shout, almost too loud.

"I have to, Rachel," Harmony says, stepping closer and putting a hand on my shoulder, trying to shush me. "I can't be with her, knowing that she has feelings for someone else, as well. It sounds crazy to care about her as much as I do; I just met her last Friday and I'm already willing to put her feelings before my own, no matter how much it sucks. To be honest, I don't want to break up with her; I want to be selfish and keep her, hoping she'll get over you; but I can't…at least not anymore. Now, that I know that you really aren't just the girl who dragged Quinn along for eight years, but never once gave her a chance. You may have been that girl before, but you aren't anymore. Sure, it's only been a handful of days, but I can tell that these feelings you're suddenly expressing are not new, they've been there along…you just needed to grow up with them."

I look at her, as she smiles a half sad and half happy smile. A part of me can't believe that she's actually telling me this…like I deserve her words of approval. A part of me still feels unworthy and extremely guilty. Yes, I have made up for some of my mistakes in these last few days, but do I really deserve Quinn? A bigger, louder part of me says no…not yet.

"I'm not telling you all of this because I'm planning on just backing out of Quinn's life for good. She and I have a nice friendship that I want to continue, so I'm informing you, now. I also think that it's fair to tell you because I want you to know that in case Quinn is avoidant, it has nothing to do with her being upset with you. I understand our relationship has been short-lived, and regardless of her split feelings, I know she cares about me. It's the reason I am sure that she hasn't kicked me to the curb as soon as you fluttered your lashes at her. In other words, I know my departure will impact her emotionally; and it will be difficult for me as well." She looks away, again and brings her hand to her face, trying to be nonchalant as she covers her watering eyes.

I feel my chest tighten just picturing the scene that will happen in Quinn's room, between the blonde and Harmony. I shut my eyes and imagine Harmony breaking the news to Quinn; and Quinn sitting there motionless for several seconds before tears slide down her sweet face. It will be her first break-up and it will definitely hurt her; and being that she's never had to deal with something like this, there's no telling how she'll react, especially after today's incident in the lunch room.

"Harmony, you can't do it now. She just got exposed to the whole school and she's too vulnerable and-"

"She's in love with you," Harmony deadpans. "I care about Quinn, I do; and I know she feels the same for me, but neither of us love the other." She laughs a short breathy laugh and shakes her head, enough to prove her point. "It's better to do it now than wait until she goes crazy over the Rachel vs. Harmony debate or you and I go crazy waiting for her to choose, once and for all."

I smile a little, at that, and return the hug she embraces me in, as she says, "If she comes back to you, then she's yours."

I haven't seen or heard from Quinn since I left her house, yesterday. I didn't manage to get much sleep either. My whole night was spent tossing and turning and if not, I was just wide awake. No matter how hard I tried to let my mind rest, it simply refused. It was as if it were rioting against me and torturing me with images of a crying Quinn or parroting her little signature whimpers and squeaks that always make my heart skip every time I hear them; it was relentless. To top it off, I had to remind myself over and over again not to contact the blonde; she has to come to me, so I waited…and waited. I kept checking my phone for texts or calls, even though I wasn't sure if she even had my phone number. Needless to say, I waited all night, hoping that she would come to me, and I could comfort her. Instead I'm just pretty exhausted; and first period definitely didn't help me feel any less sleepy.

"What's wrong with your face?"

I sigh and switch out my books for Biology, not wanting to tell my friends about the break-up just yet. "Good morning to you too, Santana," I huff out, not looking at her. "Hi, Britt," I say, a little happier, for the sensitive girl's sake.

"Why are you sad, Rachel? Aren't you like totes happy that Quinn and Harmony aren't getting their sweet lady kisses on, anymore?" Brittany asks, sounding confused.

I quickly turn and shut my locker, "How did-"

"Everyone knows," Santana cuts in. "Jewfro spread the word when he saw Harmony pull into the parking lot…without Super Geek in her passenger's seat."

I furrow my brow, "There could be a perfectly good reason why Qui-"

Santana puts her hand up to stop me, "He then badgered her about it until she pushed him into a bike rack, after he asked if she broke it off with dweeby McDweeb. He took the angry outburst as a yes."

A pout immediately forms on my tired face, "Well…"

"Well what? I know you know that I know that you knew about the break-up before you dragged your ass to school today."

"Wait, Sanny…That was super confusing." Brittany comments, as she tries to keep up with the conversation…which is turning into an interrogation.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I reply, as I look past my friends at the swarm of kids rushing to class.

"Bullshit. You look like crap, so you must have stayed up all night, either thinking about Quinn or comforting Quinn…and by the pissy look on your face, I say it's not the latter. So what the hell happened?"

"And why are you so concerned, Santana? Does it have anything to do with what you and Quinn talked about, hmm? Because you know that I know that we both know you're keeping something important from me…your best friend!" I counter, shoving her as I make my way to class. I hear Santana say goodbye to still confused Brittany, before she jogs to catch up with me.

"Have you seen Quinn?" She asks, kind of randomly and avoiding my previous questions.

"I asked you why you're so concerned," I repeat, keeping my eyes straight ahead.

"Uggghh! Fine! I'll tell you, damn!" She groans and pulls on my wrist to stop me in the almost empty hallway. She releases her grip and I place both hands on my hips and tap my foot, waiting for her to say something. "You know, I'm breaking a promise I made, right?" She starts, trying to stall. "Which is like totes not okay in my book." She eyes me with a judging look, determined to make me feel guilty. I know I should feel guilty, but there's a good chance that this information can bring to light a way to help Quinn, without her knowing that I'm involved; because I'm not worried about taking any credit or anything…I just want her to be happy.

"Just hurry up, San," I urge, feeling impatient once the late bell rings, signaling our tardiness. I also just want to see if Quinn is here. Harmony is here, so there's a chance Quinn is too.

"Okay, well long story short…She told me that she's scared that you're only being nice to here because you're not used to her geeky ass liking someone else and that if Ol' Blue Eyes didn't show up, you'd still be rejecting her and I wouldn't be talking to her about her feelings. Then I told her that you really did care and that you were just too stupid to admit or realize it; and she just shrugged and said that she's with Harmony and she doesn't want to hurt her and that she actually likes her. Then I told her that I wish her and Harmony the best, but if things don't work out that not to be surprised if you move on. Then she started freaking out and said that she had no idea what she's doing with you and Harmony; and that she wore what she thinks are "cool" clothes so she can impress you and at the same time look good enough for her girlfriend. She said that Harmony gets crap for being with her; that she hears people talking about them and she feels like she's dragging Harmony down. Then she started ranting about not knowing anything about sex and she's not comfortable enough with her body, yet, and something about you and your dads and her dick, which was fucking weird and all kinds of wrong, by the way. Talk about needing to eternal-sunshine-for-the-spotless-mind my brain after picturing that scenario."

"San!" I interrupt, snapping her out of her own rant. "What's the main point?"

"Oh, basically I convinced her that your feelings for her are real and that she may be confused, now, but that you're going to pull out all the stops for her, giving her no choice but to choose you."

"Oh…"

"Yeah, oh…Then you went and told her that you're backing off and letting her go, right after I just told her that you're legit and shit," she explains, getting annoyed all over again at the memory.

"I see…" that doesn't really help us now, though.

"True, but you're still an idiot. I mean, why aren't you swooping in, yet?"

"Because! Harmony and I talked and she made a good point. She said that if Quinn comes to me, then she's mine. So, if I go to her, I'm just taking advantage of her vulnerability and I don't want to do that. She's had a rough week and I'm sure she rather just be alon-" I stop, as soon as I see the said blonde turn the corner, with her head down and her body looking tired.

"Hey, Super Geek," Santana says, nudging her, as she passes us. She barely lifts one of her hands in response, before opening the classroom door and going inside, with Santana and I close behind.

"Fabray, Berry, and Lopez!" booms, "I'm glad you're grace us all with your presence!" He exclaims in faux joy. "Now, have a seat," he mumbles.

Santana and I take our usual table, not realizing that the only other seat available is the one next to Harmony, who looks incredibly unsure of how to react upon seeing Quinn in such a funk.

"Fabray, please sit," orders, while pointing at the empty seat next to the blonde's newly titled ex-girlfriend.

Quinn finally lifts her head to see where the teacher is pointing and when her eyes fall on Harmony, who is blushing furiously under everyone's stares, she lets out a whimper and runs back out into the hall.

Harmony and I both stand up, immediately, wanting to chase after her, but opens the door and calls to her, yelling, "I'm telling Figgins, Fabray!" Then shuts the door. "You two sit, before I have Figgins and Coach Sylvester deal you punishment for interrupting my class."

Harmony and I look at one another and slowly sit back in our chairs. Quinn probably just needs time to herself, anyway. I'll see her in Spanish; she'll show up…It's her favorite class.

Wrong. I haven't seen Quinn since she ran out of Biology, neither has Harmony or Santana or Brittany, or anyone for that matter; but It doesn't stop everyone from talking about her and the break-up. At lunch, Harmony told us what we've all expected: Several girls came up to her and made inappropriate comments about Quinn's private. Others told her that Quinn probably dumped her because she wanted a "real woman" to handle her needs. She also complained about numerous guys whispering about her "dick-taking-abilities," asking her out and also making snide comments.

On the flip side, we heard people making fun of Quinn and saying that she's an even bigger freak than they expected. I yelled at people who were gossiping about the break-up, saying that Quinn got dumped because she ran out of money and couldn't pay Harmony to pretend to be her girlfriend, anymore. Santana told off some guys that were laughing and saying that Harmony left Quinn because she wanted a "real man dick" and not a lady cock. Even Coach Sylvester punished some cheerleaders in her Gym class for saying that it's a good thing that Harmony wised up and broke it off with Quinn because there's no acceptable excuse for any Cheerio to be in a serious relationship with her. They said Quinn would be perfect for a good, "secret" fuck, but that's it because she's a Super Geek freak.

And now, here we are…Classes are over for the day, and we're all, minus a suspended Finn, sitting in Glee…quietly. Mr. Schue is late as usual, so there's time to talk amongst ourselves; except no one is talking, but everyone is pretty much thinking the same thing…Where's Quinn in all this?

I look at Sam; he simply shrugs and looks back at his phone, waiting for some sign from his best friend.

"Alright, guys!" Mr. Schue exclaims, walking into the room and putting his man purse on the piano. "So, anyone got anything to share?" He glances around at everyone's gloomy faces. "Anyone?"

"I do," a squeaky voice says from the doorway. "If it's okay?"

"Quinn, I didn't see you in Spanish. Where were you?" Mr. Schue asks, showing the same frown he wore earlier in third period, upon not seeing his star pupil amongst his not-so-starry pupils.

The blonde looks surprised by the question, as she fidgets with the large case in her hand. She lifts the guitar case and says "Practicing?"

"Okay, well I guess it must have been important, but next time don't skip class to practice, Quinn."

The girl nods and walks to the stool that he places in the front of the room. She takes out her instrument and plugs it in, as we all kind of stare in wonderment, not knowing that she even played. I notice Sam smiling wide and giving the nervous blonde a thumbs-up. Hmm, he must have known…maybe he taught her.

"So, I'm not that experienced with this particular instrument, but my buddy Sam has taught me a whole lot over the last two years. I normally don't play in front of other people, but this song calls for it, so…" She takes a deep breath and looks down at the strings for a few seconds. She appears livelier and less distraught, and I can't help but smile when her fingers twitch their trademark twitch. I see Harmony watching Quinn; and then the blonde looks up and their eyes meet. Harmony looks apologetic and so does Quinn. She then shifts her gaze to me and I feel my heart slow as her hazel stare washes over me. Her fingers stop twitching and she starts to lightly pluck at the strings, blushing as she does so:

"I can't stand to fly; I'm not that naïve/ I'm just out to find the better part of me…/ I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane/I'm more than some pretty face beside a train/ And it's not easy to be me."

As she sings my mind is analyzing every word and my heart is exploding with desire to hear and feel more before she can even finish. I want to jump down to her and kiss her and tell her that I agree; she is so much more than all those things, but I settle for smiling at her Superman reference. She only nods a little nod and looks down the risers and focuses on Harmony, who's watching intently.

"I wish that I could cry, fall upon my knees/ Find a way to lie 'bout a home I'll never see…/ It may sound absurd, but don't be naïve; even heroes have the right to bleed/ I may be disturbed, but won't you concede, even heroes have the right to dream? And it's not easy to be me."

I feel like crying…or I am crying; I'm not sure. All I know is that she is releasing all these pent-up emotions. All these feelings that she's kept inside about the break-up, about what all those ignorant assholes say, what her father said about me; what she's been told all along, in so many words…that she's too different to dream about being normal enough to get away with being vulnerable or to dream of having someone accept her for who she is. I blink back the tears forming in my eyes, as she looks back at her fingers, before tilting her head back and closing her eyes…

"Up up and away away from me,well it's all right/ You can all sleep sound tonight/I'm not crazy…"

Her head drops forward and there's a second of silence where I think back to how I spent all night thinking about her, and no one else..."or anything."

"I can't stand to fly;I'm not that naïve/ We weren't meant to ride, with clouds between our knees."

She shakes her head at the last line as she looks at Harmony…then away to sing the next lines to me.

"I'm only a girl in a silly red sheet/ Digging for Kryptonite on this one way street/ Only a girl in a funny red sheet/ Looking for special things inside of me."

I try to keep my watery eyes from spilling over. Thankfully she looks away before her beautiful sad face makes me cry. She then finishes the song, watching her fingers move along the strings.

"Inside of me, inside of me, inside of me, inside of me….It's not easy to be me."

The club applauds and Sam and Mercedes go to hug the still nervous blonde, as Mr. Schue pats her back.

"That was great!" The three of them say together, as everyone else crowds around to hug her. It's times like this when I'm glad that I'm part of Glee. When one of us is attacked, we all protect and comfort that person, so as I watch the blonde disappear amongst the hug fest, I smile and wipe my face, not sure if I'm happy or sad or just bi-polar. I look at Harmony, as the crowd separates and she gets up to hug Quinn, who wraps her arms around her and squeezes her tight. Everyone watches with smiles on their faces, thankful to see that things are no longer awkward between the pair. When they finally untangle themselves, Quinn looks up at me and then nervously looks at her shoes.

"So, I gotta go, now…I need to pick up the homework from the classes I missed." She gives everyone another hug and they all say how good she was, even Santana, who never dishes out compliments. I want to get up from my seat, but I'm so tightly wound in my internal struggle to not burst into tears and a crazy-psycho smile, that I can't move a muscle. It's only when she's walking out the door do I wonder if singing a song to me counts as her coming to me, first…I don't debate with myself; instead I run after her.

/END CHAPTER\

**So, do you forgive me? Did the Harmony/Quinn break-up help me get back into your good graces? What do you think about everything, so far? I'd love to know, Lovelies! I hope to see you all, again, next time :)