Disclaimer: These characters belong to the creators of Glee; I only own Sophie, Karen and Lily

A/N: A bit of a quicker update this time. I'm working on it :) I forgot to say on the last update but I hope everybody had a lovely Easter (even if it is a week late). I know some people were looking forward to the rest of the drunken night in Vegas but I want the story to progress because university work has pushed my time frame back so this chapter skips to the next morning. There is a small flashback briefly featuring drunk Quinn though so hopefully that will be okay :) I hope you all enjoy, let me know whether you like it or not and as always, all mistakes are mine :)

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Chapter 25:

"So, what do you think?" She asks as she opens the small velvet box for her friend to look at. "Do you think she'll like it?"

"She'll love it Santana."

Santana sighs with relief and snaps the box closed as her friend reaches for the ring. "I am not letting that ring out of the box so hands to yourself."

"You know, I think you've watched a little too much Lord of the Rings."

Santana chuckles dryly. "I can't believe I'm actually proposing to her."

"I can't believe it's taken you this long to actually propose."

The Latina scowls at her friend. "I wanted to make sure she was the one, I didn't want to propose to her only for us to break up a couple of months down the line. I only plan to propose once so I needed to make sure she was the right person."

Santana scowls at her friend. "I wanted to make sure she was the one, I didn't want to propose to her and then end up breaking up. I only want to propose once so I had to make sure she was the right person."

"Aside from telling me that she was incredibly sexy and had legs that went on forever, I'm pretty sure the first actual thing you said to me about Brittany, once you'd stopped drooling, was that she was the one for you. Your soul mate."

"I know," Santana says quietly. "But I always figured she'd realise that she could do better than me and move on. I never actually expected her to stay with me."

"Why wouldn't she?" Her friend questions lightly. "You're amazing Santana and pretty gorgeous as well. Not that I look at you in that way anymore," she adds as an afterthought.

"Oh please, there's no need to pretend that you don't sneak the odd peak at me every now and again, like you said, I'm gorgeous," Santana boasts lightly with a wink. "Nobody would blame you."

"I had no idea how incredibly modest you are."

The corner of Santana's mouth curls upwards. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

Santana places the velvet box back into her pocket for safe-keeping. "Do you ever think you'll get down on one knee for somebody?"

Her friend scoffs before shaking her head. "I don't see that happening in the foreseeable future."

"You know, I've always wondered who your ideal girl would be," Santana states and her friend merely cocks her head to the side, exhibiting clear distain at that statement. "Oh come on, humour me, who would it be?"

"I don't know," her friend says as she shrugs her shoulders. "I guess I don't really have a type, appearance wise anyway –"

"I never would have guessed," Santana drones sarcastically.

"But," her friend starts once more. "She'd have to be different."

"Different?"

"Yeah," she explains. "Something about her would need to be different. She'd need to be special enough to make me pay attention to her. I guess I want somebody that I couldn't stay away from. You know better than anybody that I love the chase but I want somebody that I don't chase for the fun of it but because I can't walk away from them. I haven't met many girls like that so far in New York though; they're all pretty much the same."

"And if you find that person –"

"If I find that person," Quinn replies, still humouring Santana because she really doesn't see that happening anytime soon, somebody that special wouldn't date her. "Then you'll get your proposal."

She massages her temples in the hope that she'll rid herself of the headache she is enduring, not that she can really complain too much. The amount she drank last night, she's amazed a headache is the only thing she is suffering from today. Her memory is mostly in tact from last night, albeit some parts are fuzzy but she does remember heading to a lap-dancing club, Santana's suggestion obviously. Both Santana and Brittany decided that they wouldn't have a stripper on their individual bachelorette nights; but they thought that rule could be changed since they were having a joint bachelorette party. As a result, Santana suggesting heading to a lap-dancing club because they could have fun but still keep an eye on each other.

Although they weren't the only one keeping an eye on each other, Quinn felt Rachel's eyes constantly on her, especially when a dancer approached her.

Quinn has to admit, she still finds Rachel's jealousy endearing.

She's not used to having somebody be jealous over her.

One more thing she can remember about last night is spending most of it with Rachel. After the brunette approached her in the hotel bar, Rachel had attempted to catch up with Quinn in terms of drinking but after only two more, she had felt sick and decided to stick to soft drinks for the remainder of the night. Quinn didn't mind though, drunk or sober, Rachel is still adorable.

Quinn rests against the headboard of her bed and turns on the television. She flips through the movies the hotel offers before settling on American Pie. She presses play of the remote before hitting pause immediately when she hears a knock on her door. Standing from the bed, she walks towards the door and opens it.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Can I come in?"

Quinn nods before stepping aside and allowing Rachel to enter her hotel room.

"I'm not interrupting anything am I?"

"No, nothing important anyway," Quinn replies slowly as she closes the door. "I was just about to watch American Pie. I'm in Vegas and all I want to do is relax with a movie.

"I'm surprised you're awake after last night, you can certainly drink."

Quinn grimaces at the memory of liquor. "Yeah, for my sins."

"What about tonight?" Rachel questions. "Am I going to be lucky enough to receive another special dance from you?"

Quinn pales at that question. "What?"

"You don't remember?" Rachel asks with a hint of surprise. "After the lap-dancing club, we came back to the hotel and returned to Brittany's room for, as you called it, more dancing fuel. It was there you decided that even though the lap-dancers were good, you were better than all of the ones we had just seen so you started dancing and I was the lucky recipient of your lap dance."

"Please tell me you're joking?"

Rachel shakes her head and sends Quinn a soft smile. "If it's any consolation, you're a pretty good dancer. I mean, I wouldn't take it up professionally if I was you but behind closed doors, I'm sure somebody will enjoy your hidden talent."

She wants to ask whether Rachel enjoyed it but she can't bring herself to say the words. Instead she closes her eyes, sufficiently mortified at Rachel's admission. She cannot believe that she gave her best friend's girlfriend a lap dance in front of her friends and two of Rachel's friend that Quinn hardly knows.

"I am so sorry."

"I enjoyed it," she admits quickly and Quinn's eyes snap open. She didn't need to ask the question anyway, Rachel's given her the answer she wanted. "Not nearly as much as Santana enjoyed the lap dance Brittany gave her though. I'm pretty sure she was drooling at one point. I don't want to be cruel but Brittany wiped the floor with you actually."

"She's a professional dancer. It's hardly a fair comparison," Quinn utters, even though she doesn't know why she feels the need to defend herself. Of course, Brittany would be better than her.

"I'd choose you over her any day though," Rachel whispers as she brushes past Quinn and heads towards the bed.

The blonde swallows hard, if it was anything but Rachel, she'd presume they were flirting with her. She's not used to Rachel being so….forward. Not that she's complaining.

It just makes it harder for her to try and act like a better person than normal because with anybody else, she'd flirt back but she doesn't want to complicate this situation any more than it has already been complicated.

Besides, she can't flirt with Rachel and make herself stop at flirting.

Rachel was right when she said that the lines between flirting and crossing the line were blurred for Quinn.

She curls some hair behind her ear before speaking. "Thank you, I guess."

"You're welcome."

She bobs her head slowly. "So, did I do anything else embarrassing last night that you want to remind me of?"

Rachel tilts her head to the side in thought, her answer would depend on Quinn's definition of embarrassing but deciding to calm the other woman's nerves, she shakes her head even though the memory of last night washes over her.

"I think you should put your dress back on Quinn," Rachel whispers softly as she attempts to hand the blonde her dress, ensuring her eyes stay on Quinn's rather than wandering over the other woman's body.

Although the sight of Quinn, clad only in her underwear is a very tempting sight.

"I don't want to."

"You're incredibly stubborn."

"Why do you want me to get dressed?" Quinn slurs, trailing her finger down Rachel's cheek. "Don't you like what you see?"

Sighing, she allows her eyes to momentarily rake over Quinn's toned thighs to her toned stomach, subconsciously licking her lips at the sight. It's not fair that Quinn is so incredibly toned, why can't her stomach look like Quinn's? Shaking off her self-conscious thoughts, because now isn't really the time to be having them, she swallows hard.

"I'm not blind Quinn so of course I like what I see. I defy anybody to tell you that they don't," she confesses because there's a high probability that Quinn won't remember any of this in the morning.

Quinn beams before standing and stumbling towards the corner of the room to join Brittany, who is currently waving her own top above her head.

"Quinn."

"Good luck getting her dressed Berry," Santana announces from across the room. "Quinn has a tendency to strip when she's been drinking. On her 21st birthday, she bared all to me."

Rachel whips her head towards the other woman at that declaration. "She did what?"

Santana doesn't answer; instead she casts a glance in Quinn's direction to find her fiancée currently stripping beside Quinn. "Quinn's like Brittany, they're stripper drunks. Although, Quinn's also an angry drunk so I'd stop trying to make her get dressed because she'll snap at you."

"I wasn't aware that people could be sorted into specific categories with regards to what type of drunk they were."

"Of course they can," Santana states as she falls to the ground beside Rachel, throwing an arm around Rachel's shoulders. "Wheezy and Tina over there are happy drunks," she explains, pointing to the two bridesmaids who are giggling incandescently in front of Brittany and Quinn.

"Wheezy?"

"We've always covered Britts and Q. Then there's me, the amazing drunk.

"Now Santana, be truthful. I'm pretty sure you're a weepy-hysterical drunk," Karen claims as she collapses on the bed that the two women currently have their backs against. "At least, that's what I've heard."

"That's a lie," Santana spits before her eyes fill with tears. "Who told you that? Brittany said that didn't she?"

Rachel's eyes widen at Santana's drastic change in personality but Karen merely smirks. "No, you're right Santana; you're not a weepy-hysterical drunk. My mistake." She turns her attention away from the now crying girl towards Rachel. "You're a jealous drunk."

"I am not," Rachel hisses before tilting her head in curiosity. "What kind of drunk are you then?"

"I'm the friendly drunk," Karen replies with a smile. "Although, if we're being completely truthful, my libido always shoots up when I've been drinking," she adds, purposely raking her eyes over Quinn as the blonde continues to dance with Brittany.

Rachel follows Karen's gaze and finds herself scowling. Quinn has told her there is no need to be jealous but when Karen leers at Quinn like that, Rachel can't help but think that Quinn is simply being naïve. "It's a good job we're in Vegas then, you can have your pick of any of those women in the bar downstairs."

Karen throws her head back in joyous laugher. "And here I thought you weren't a jealous drunk."

"I'm not drunk."

"So you're just jealous permanently then?" Rachel bites her tongue to prevent herself from saying anything else because she knows Karen will probably revel in anything she says. Karen places a sloppy kiss against her cheek before whispering into her ear. "Don't worry, Quinn's all yours."

Rachel's about to scold Karen but the British woman dashes towards the bathroom before she has a chance and before she knows what is happening, Quinn drops to the ground beside her while Brittany falls into Santana's lap. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Was that for my benefit?"

Quinn shrugs her shoulders. "I like to think that everybody benefited."

Rachel can't help but smile at the drunken girl and she attempts to hand the blonde the dress that she's been holding since Quinn threw it at her during her lap dance. "Now you've got the dancing out of your system, can you put your dress back on now please?"

"Or," Quinn starts before tugging at Rachel's dress. "You could take yours off."

Rachel flushes and pushes Quinn's hand away reluctantly. "You're incredibly brazen when you're intoxicated, do you know that?"

Quinn rubs her nose against Rachel's before pecking it. "You love it."

The sound of Quinn clearing her throat causes Rachel to shake the memories of last night off. "I've never seen American Pie?"

"You've never seen it?" Quinn states. "What is wrong with you?"

"It's not in my category of favourite movies, I prefer musicals."

"I can't say it's my favourite movie but it's the only decent one that's available to watch at the moment and it is a movie I can watch again and again," Quinn explains as she grabs the remote. "It has a tendency to be a tad crude at parts so it may not be your cup of tea."

Rachel scoffs. "I'm not a prude."

"I never said you were," Quinn defends. "I'm just saying, you refer to sex as sexual intercourse and I remember you saying that other words were too crass for your liking so, American Pie might not be to your taste. That's all."

"I never said I wanted to watch it."

Quinn chuckles. "You might like it."

Rachel shakes her head lightly because this isn't why she came to Quinn's room. "I didn't come here to watch a movie with you Quinn; I was hoping we could have that talk."

Quinn rubs the back of her neck nervously before dropping the remote onto the bed. "What do you want to talk about?"

Rachel takes a seat on the bed. "Where's Santana?"

"She and Brittany have gone sightseeing," Quinn explains. "Brittany said this morning that she wanted to do one of those bus tour things and obviously Santana can't say no to her so she's probably being dragged around Las Vegas as we speak."

"I don't think anybody can say no to Brittany."

"No, I guess not. I've never been able to say no to her; even if it's something I don't really want to do. Santana would do anything for that girl though, even if it's something as small as seeing the sights. Because that's the thing, it may be small to everybody else but to Brittany, it's anything but. If it means something to Brittany, it means something to Santana since Brittany means everything to her.

"You should put that in your speech."

"Sorry?"

"You're Santana's maid of honour right?" Rachel questions lightly. "I'm presuming you're giving a speech."

Quinn nods before resting against the dresser and looking at Rachel. She would prefer to return to her previous position on the bed but being that close to Rachel on that precise piece of furniture might just be too tempting for her to handle.

"Do you want to know a secret?" Rachel bobs her head at the question. "I'm absolutely terrified of giving it."

Rachel tilts her head to the side. "You're scared? You seem like one of the most confident people I've ever met. You can't possibly be scared."

"I'm confident with people I know or just one-on-one but I've never been one for public speaking. The thought of standing in front of a crowd and speaking is a terrifying concept. What if I mess it up and ruin the wedding?"

"You won't ruin the wedding."

"You haven't witnessed my lack of talent for public speaking."

The brunette stands from the bed and heads over to Quinn, resting against the dresser next to her. "Why don't you practice the speech on me?"

"I can't."

Rachel nudges Quinn lightly. "Go on, I promise I won't laugh," she tells her. "Unless of course, it's supposed to be funny, then I'm sure I will laugh," she adds as an afterthought.

"I can't practice it on you because I haven't started writing it yet," Quinn explains. "I don't know what to say. I'm not sure if you've realised this but I'm not exactly very good at romantic feelings and being all lovey-dovey and mushy."

"I think you're better than you know."

"I'm not," Quinn admits. "I wasn't even very good at showing my feelings towards Alison and I was in love with her."

"You don't talk about her a lot."

Quinn shrugs. "Not much to tell."

"Can I ask you something about her?"

She's silent for several seconds because she doesn't know whether she wants this to be the direction their conversation heads in but despite her worries, she finds herself agreeing. "Go on."

Rachel tilts her head to the side. "Why did you break up?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I'm just curious."

Quinn runs her fingers through her hair raggedly. "I'm surprised Sophie hasn't told you, I'm sure she will if you ask."

This time it's Rachel who falls silent. "She said you told her it was mutual."

Quinn chuckles dryly. "So you and her talk about me. That's good to know."

"Not all the time."

"If Sophie's told you that it was mutual, why ask me?"

Rachel shrugs. "Because I don't think it's what really happened."

Quinn furrows her eyebrows before swallowing hard. "What else has Sophie told you about me?"

"Like I said, we don't talk about you all the time."

Quinn rubs her forehead. "Fair enough but I don't think you wanted to talk to me about Alison."

Rachel sighs because evidently, Quinn isn't going to answer her question. Although, Quinn is right, that isn't what she wanted to talk about. "Sophie and I are on a break."

"What?"

Rachel sits back down on the bed and wrings her fingers nervously. "Before she went to Italy on that school trip, she suggested we take a break. Give ourselves some time and space to think about our relationship and then we'll see what happens when she comes back," Rachel explains as her tongue darts out to lick her lips. "She's done nothing wrong, yet she's the one that is taking control. She's the one who decided we should take a break. I should have made that decision. I should have broken up with her. Not just then but weeks ago, when I first realised that my feelings for you weren't just a crush, I should have ended things with her. Now it's just one big intricate mess and I am going to hurt her."

"Why didn't you break up with her then?"

"Because I was scared," Rachel shouts before shaking her head, "I am scared. You know, when my daddy died, I didn't want to talk to anybody. I shut everybody out, Sophie, my dad, my friends. I expected her to stop trying but she never did, she just waited. She would sit with me even when I told her to go away, she would hold me while I cried even though I fought her and she waited until I was ready to talk. Not once did she push me. I don't know how I'd have coped without her and it terrifies me to know that I'm going to lose her. She's not just a girlfriend Quinn; she's one of my best friends. If we broke up, she'd hate me."

"She'll hate me too Rachel."

"I know," Rachel says before burying her head in her hands. "Sometimes I wish I'd never met you."

The words are muffled against her hands but Quinn hears them and it's surprising how much they hurt her. She subconsciously steps back as if she's been burnt and exhales sharply. "You wish you'd never met me?"

Rachel whips her head up and shakes her head. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Well how did you mean it?"

"I just meant…if we'd never met then nobody would end up being hurt," Rachel says as her defence. "You know, when I wish I'd never met you, it's for less than a second because then I'm back to being glad I met you. Yes, things would be easier and simpler if we'd never met but if we'd never met, I'd have never realised that what I had with Sophie wasn't what I thought it was."

Quinn frowns. "What do you mean?"

"I thought Sophie was my soul mate, I thought she was the one when we first started dating and then -"

"Then what?"

"Then I met you," Rachel breathes out.

The corner of her mouth curls upwards slightly before she collects herself. "What are you going to do then?"

"I need to break up with her," Rachel whispers, quiet enough that Quinn has to strain her ears to hear. "I should have done it a long time ago; I told myself that I couldn't break up with her for you unless I knew whether something would even happen between you and I but that logic is twisted. I was just prolonging the inevitable pain. I shouldn't keep her as a second-choice, I love her but not in the same way I used to and I can't keep leading her on. It's not fair."

Quinn scratches an itch above her eyebrow nervously. "You know, you don't need to tell her why you want to break up."

Rachel scoffs under her breath. "I have spent the last five and a half months lying to her; she deserves the truth. She's deserved the truth from the very beginning. I should have told her that I'd slept with somebody else even before I knew it was you. I've just been a coward."

Quinn releases a breath she didn't even realise she'd been holding before walking over towards the bed and sitting beside Rachel. "I could tell her."

"What?"

"I'm her best friend; I should tell her that I have feelings for her girlfriend."

Rachel shakes her head. "I'm her girlfriend Quinn; I'm the person that's destroyed this relationship. I pursued you; I made all the first moves, it's my fault we're in this predicament.

"If you hadn't made the first move," Quinn states, placing her hand on Rachel's knee. "I would have."

Rachel half-smiles before furrowing her brow in thought and replays Quinn's last couple of sentences over and over again in her head. "You have feelings for me," she breathes out. It's the first time Quinn has actually confessed that to her, she's not hearing it second-hand this time.

She's hearing it straight from Quinn and it sounds so much better than when she's overheard it.

"I think you know that," Quinn replies with a smile. "And you have feelings for me that stretch further than a crush."

"Yes."

Her response is instantaneous and Quinn leans back at the assertiveness in Rachel's voice. She hadn't expected Rachel to be so blunt.

"I haven't –" Rachel starts before swallowing. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since the first night we met, I haven't been able to."

"I know the feeling."

Rachel runs her fingers through her hair. "I thought I was just a one-night stand to you."

"I broke all the rules with you," Quinn tells her. "Normally, I don't bring my one-night stands back to my apartment but I brought you. Normally, I leave before they wake up, yet it was you who left. Normally, I don't want to see them again but I couldn't wait to see you again. This is back when I thought you were Elle. Then when I found out who you were, nothing changed. I still couldn't wait to see you again."

"What makes me so special?"

"I'm sorry?"

Rachel licks her lips. "I grew up in Lima, Ohio. I spent my high school years being bullied by my peers and although I've always aspired to be amazing, the truth is, even though I wish it was different, I'm nothing but ordinary. Why are you breaking all your rules for me? What is it about me that is making you want to do that?"

"You, Rachel Berry, are anything but ordinary," Quinn tells her as she cups the other woman's cheek. "Why wouldn't I want you? You're sexy, funny, sweet, great with Lily, gorgeous; I think the real question is, why would you want me?"

"Quinn –"

"I've spent years sleeping around with random women, never caring about anybody. I'm a shit friend to Sophie, probably a shit person come to that. I'm 24 years old and I don't know how to be in relationship, I mean, the only one I've ever had and it was my fault it ended because I didn't know how to act. I'm the one that's nothing special Rachel."

"I think you're special."

Quinn feels herself blush. "Thank you."

Rachel grins. She wants to ask Quinn what she meant when she said that her relationship with Alison ended because of her but Quinn's already diverted their conversation away from Alison once before, chances are, she'll do it again.

"What do we do Quinn?"

"Right now," Quinn starts as she grabs the remote from the bed. "How about I educate you in American Pie? The longer we talk, the harder it's becoming for me to resist you and that will just create more problems rather than solve them and right now, I don't want any more problems."

"So what did you think?"

Rachel furrows her brow before shrugging her shoulders. "I suppose it was okay, I doubt I will watch it again but it was enjoyable."

"I guess I'll have to watch Funny Girl at some point then since you watched this and It's a Wonderful Life."

"I guess you will."

She had been too entranced with the film to notice the distance, or rather lack of distance between them and she swallows when she realises that Rachel's arm is pressed against hers, their hands entwined. She's not really sure when it happened but at some point during their movie, their fingers had become linked.

She's not even sure who instigated it.

Holding hands seems to be their thing; Quinn can remember doing that a lot with Rachel the night before. Although, if she's being honest, the main reason she held the brunette's hand is because she needed Rachel's support due to the excess amount of liquor she had drank.

Quinn tugs her bottom lip between her teeth and at the movement, Rachel's eyes rake over her body and consequently darken. Quinn's eyes linger on the brunette's lips and subconsciously, her tongue darts out to lick her lips.

"We should head downstairs. We're meant to be meeting everybody else for dinner."

"Yeah, I think that's probably for the best," Rachel replies, subconsciously leaning forward ever so slightly, hearing Quinn's breath to hitch in the process. "Why can't I stay away from you?"

Quinn shrugs her shoulders and shuffles closer to Rachel, her lips brushing against Rachel's in the lightest of touches, not even a kiss but it sends shivers down both girls spine.

"It's my charm."

"You and your ego," Rachel replies playfully.

"You love it," she whispers against the other woman's lips as her eyes close.

Rachel smiles as Quinn tells her the same words she said the previous night, even if she can't remember. Quinn's right though, Rachel does love all these little things about Quinn.

Her ego was actually the first thing that drew her to Quinn, even though she scolded the blonde for being arrogant, Rachel found it endearing.

When she feels Quinn's breath tickle her lips, Rachel allows her eyes to close.

"I hope you're decent."

Both women move apart at the voice as Rachel jumps off the bed while Quinn remains seating.

The door to their hotel room is closed by Brittany as Santana drops countless bags onto her bed, tourist memorabilia seeping out of them. Obviously Brittany's been enjoying the shops. Rachel stands awkwardly next to the bed, arms crossed and feet scuffing against the carpeted floor.

"Did we interrupt something?" Santana asks curiously, glancing between the two of them.

"No," Quinn replies quickly. "We were just watching American Pie," she states, pointing towards the television where the credits are continuing to roll.

"Oh I love that film," Brittany announces, ignoring the obvious tension in the room.

That's the thing with Brittany, she's intuitive to a fault but she doesn't bring attention to it like Santana will do. She leaves the obvious tension alone because she already knows the cause of it.

Santana glares at Quinn for several seconds before tilting her head to the side. "Everybody else is meeting us downstairs for dinner in ten minutes."

"I know."

"I best go and get ready," Rachel announces quietly and at the sound of her voice, Quinn stands up. "I'll see you all in a short while."

She wants to tell Rachel not to go, she wants to tell Rachel that she can stay as long as she wants but she can't.

Not when Santana and Brittany are here.

"Bye."

Rachel gives her a curt nod before bypassing Santana and Brittany, sending a quiet goodbye in Brittany's direction before opening the door and stepping outside, closing the door behind her.

"Just watching a film," Santana draws out slowly.

"Yes Santana, that's all we were doing," Quinn replies, holding up three fingers. "Scout's honour.

Santana doesn't press the matter anymore and starts chatting to Brittany animatedly as her fiancée rummages through all their bags. Quinn falls back onto her bed and sighs heavily.

Part of her is grateful that Santana and Brittany interrupted her and Rachel because if they hadn't, she and Rachel would have crossed the line again.

The other part of her hates Santana and Brittany for interrupting for the same reason.

Because truthfully, she had wanted to cross the line with Rachel.

A/N 2:

Anon – Thanks for reading and reviewing :) I know what you mean and I have to say, I do like how you're organising your priorities :)

Well that's good to know, I always aim to make people appreciate/enjoy something they didn't expect to (like Karen :P). Yeah, I think Santana is integral to the plot unfolding and Quinn being more open, if it wasn't for Santana, Quinn could quite possible be still keeping Rachel a secret. No, I agree with you, Santana understands Quinn the most, maybe that's why they have such a good friendship. I've always thought that is how their friendship works in the show, they don't bother hiding anything. They're just straight with each other about what they want and want needs to happen.

Yeah, I thought it was about time to mix things up a bit. Now Rachel knows exactly how much Quinn is willing to do for her and Quinn flew to Ohio before she even fell for her. Thank you :) I'm glad you enjoyed that.

More sensible talks or in this case, Santana interrupts them at what could have been a pivotal moment for Quinn and Rachel. Do you still think it's beneficial? ;) Yeah although Rachel's confidant is back in New York now so perhaps she'll have to find somebody else to confide in. Maybe one of Quinn's confidants, or perhaps Brittany. I imagine their friendships to be like my friendships, my friends aren't judgmental but they'll still tell you if what you're doing is wrong which is what Santana is doing. As you said, she's giving advice and truth but without being judgmental.

Quaren! I love that. I think I might have to steal that from you if that's okay. What would Rachel/Karen ones be? Raren or Kachel? I'm sure there will be more Rachel and Karen scenes. Haha, I'm glad you love Karen. Always reiterate it me because I appreciate it every time you say it. I'm glad I'm making her funny, I'm always worried that something I find funny, other people won't and then Karen's wit won't work so it's good to know that you find her wit spectacular.

I agree, I think she's adorable too. Although I'm biased. I'm basing her drunkenness on myself because I'm shockingly honest when I'm drunk, too much sometimes. Nothing wrong with quoted Rihanna.

Thank you :) I'd say you were right. Who would you appoint as head Cupid?

Myshipsank - Thanks for reading and reviewing :) No need to apologise, I appreciate every review. It doesn't have to be a long one. Thank you very much; I'm glad you love the chapter. I think this chapter was a bit of a turning point for the characters as well. Hope you enjoyed this update :)

A - Thanks for reading and reviewing :) Firstly, this has nothing to do with your response but your username. It could be nothing to do with Pretty Little Liars but I'm just curious to know if your name is related to that. If it is, it's a cool username :) (I bet I'm probably completely wrong). Okay, now to your response. I'm glad you liked the airplane part. I want people to feel bad for Sophie so I'm glad you do. That's a good question. Yes, they are Sophie's friends (well at least Santana and to an extent, Brittany) and their friendship to Sophie will be questioned when everything comes out. In fairness to Santana, she is trying to make Quinn tell Sophie rather than have an affair. Brittany is friendly with both Quinn and Sophie about the same I'd say and Karen is solely Quinn's friend.

Well I'm glad this story prompted your first review. I for one would like another review, just to see if I was right about your username :P

Faberry - Thanks for reading and reviewing :) Wow, you read all 24 chapters in a day. I am impressed and offer you kudos. Haha, you're not the first person to suggest a drunken marriage in Vegas but unfortunately, that isn't going to happen. Ross and Rachel's drunken mistake was brilliant though, did not see that coming. Yeah, Quinn's opinion on love is changing and after the reveal, perhaps Sophie's opinion on love will change. Maybe she will, you never know when you'll find love after all. I'm glad you like Karen, I'm incredibly happy with how well she's gone down. Ooh that's interesting, I think that might be too much drama but I'm such a fan of drama so you never know. Maybe he will make an appearance. Hopefully you enjoyed this update :)

Jade - Thanks for reading and reviewing :) I do like to throw a little bit of progress in there every now and again. How did you find the talk? That's not the last time they'll have a serious talk though, so don't worry if questions weren't answered. That's good to know and I'm glad you liked that line, thank you :) Wouldn't you just love somebody who tried to change for the better just for you? I would. Well in that case, I hope I made your day with this update :)

K – Thanks for reading and reviewing :) Like with every review, I appreciate your opinion. I agree with you, cheating is disgusting. There is no excuse for it so on that level, what Quinn and Rachel are doing is wrong. With regards to Sophie not forgiving any of those four, she'll forgive some (she'll never be as friendly as she is now) but she won't hate them all for the rest of her life. I'm glad that you care, stories should bring out different emotions. If you're not finding what they're doing cute anymore, then I will warn you, you might not like upcoming chapters. I won't tell you that you shouldn't be reading this. I know some authors might say that if you don't like a story, don't read it but it's your prerogative. I wouldn't mind if you continue reading and continue to tell me if you don't like what is happening. Maybe I'll be able to change your mind :)

I'm sure that can be arranged ;) They do care; Santana is trying to make Quinn tell Sophie the truth rather than have an affair.

Jock - Thanks for reading and reviewing :) I'm glad you enjoyed that. Gathering from your other reviews, I didn't think you'd be against Quinn having fun with another girl but that's never really been in my plan. Unfortunately, I can tell you that that isn't all they're going to do. I hope that won't stop you from reading.

Buggaboo - Thanks for reading and reviewing :) I can't tell you that I'm afraid. I've always planned the reveal to be at the wedding but will it make you feel better if I say that Brittany and Santana will be married before anything happens? Plus, I think Santana might have the same reaction you had but Brittany might have a different opinion.

Guest - Thanks for reading and reviewing :) Yay :) I'm happy to hear that.

Polux - Thanks for reading and reviewing :) You have a week holiday for holy week? That's impressive, we get a holiday for Good Friday, Easter Sunday and Easter Monday off. I know what you mean though; I'm lazy and bored on holidays too. I'm pleased I made your night.

I'm glad you enjoyed that conversation. I thought it was about time to have a Karen and Rachel conversation, since Karen has only really interacted with Quinn. Her attitude is changing, I'm pretty sure I told somebody that her reaction would change as time passed and that is now being shown. Thank you very much :) I'm glad you liked the chapter as a whole.

How did you find this chapter? Karen does seem to think that, unfortunately, this might be one time when Karen is wrong. Until next time :D

VGA - Thanks for reading and reviewing :) You're welcome. That's good; hopefully you'll continue to love the Vegas chapters. Wow, thank you :) I'm glad you've taken so well to Karen, that was always my hope. Thank you :) I really appreciate that. Hope you enjoyed this chapter :)

Lealover - Thanks for reading and reviewing :) Now Rachel knows just how much Quinn will do for her, and Quinn did that before she fell for her as well. I'm glad drunk Quinn went down as well as it did last time. That's good to know :) If by the end of this story, everybody doesn't like Karen, I'm going to be disappointed haha. She sort of took care of Quinn and then did have a substantial part of their talk. How did you find it? Thank you :)