A/N: I didn't intend to do this chapter but kiarcheo requested to see the facebook messages, so I wrote a chapter that deals with it :)

Also, MuchFaberryLoveX didn't want me to end the story as soon as I was planning so I am adding this a perhaps an additional chapter just because I was demanded to ;)

I figured the rest of you wouldn't mind if this story was a little longer…

Also, I am having trouble responding to the reviews you guys write, the stupid link won't work. Anyways, I'm reading them all and I will try to get back to you when I can. Until then, thanks for all the support and encouragement for this story!

Disclaimer: I don't own glee or facebook or any music mentioned.

Making Amends

The following day, when the Rachel tried to show off her new promise ring to her dads, she nearly gave them a heart attack.

"Quinn dear, you know we love you but what the hell are you girls thinking? It's far too early to…" Michael was caught off by the girls giggling.

"It was my Mom's engagement ring, but it's just a promise ring. We plan on it someday, or at least I do, but it is too soon." Quinn explained, becoming a bit flushed by her own admittance until Rachel leaned toward her and whispered in her ear. "I plan on it too, Quinn."

The Berry men were ecstatic after that and gave them congratulatory hugs. Then the girls went back to Quinn's house. Before they were properly inside the door, Judy was attacking them, grabbing Rachel's hand to admire the ring. "I'm so glad you said yes."

"Did you think she wasn't going to?" Quinn asked her mom with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course not dear, I merely thought Sugar may have beaten you to the punch." She snapped, causing Santana and Fran (who were in the living room) to burst into laughter.

Quinn glared at them all. "She is so annoying!" She huffed as she took one of the empty spots on the couch.

"Who Mom or Sugar?" Fran teased.

Santana was still laughing too hard to throw her two cents in.

Judy rolled her eyes and ignored them. She returned her attention to Rachel. "I hope you wait till after college. But are you planning a summer or a fall wedding?"

Quinn's eyes got wide as Rachel's cheeks flushed. "I um…" The brunette stuttered as she pulled her hand out of Judy's hold and cleared her throat. "It's a promise ring, we're not engaged."

Judy's head whipped around as she looked at her daughter confused. Quinn shrugged. Santana instantly stopped laughing and leaned toward Quinn to whisper. "You chickened out, were you planning on proposing?"

"No. Not exactly. Mom never asked why I wanted the ring, she just assumed. And besides, isn't a promise ring basically the same thing? I mean, we're promised to each other, so…"

Fran rolled her eyes. "You do know that when people see that ring, they're going to assume you're engaged though."

"Maybe then Sugar will get the hint." Quinn mumbled as she folded her arms across her chest. Rachel sat down beside the blonde, kissing her temple. "What was that, Quinn?"

"Nothing." The blonde hummed contently as soon as she felt her girlfriend's lips on her.

Rachel cuddled up into Quinn as the group began chatting happily. Even Santana was in better spirits since yesterday. After they all shared lunch, Rachel, Fran and Santana returned to the living room while Quinn ran upstairs. A few minutes later, the blonde came down with her computer in hand.

"Ok, here is what we're doing today. You will log on to facebook, and I get to read the messages people send you."

Rachel stared at her girlfriend in astonishment. "You can't be serious. That's personal Quinn."

"Only if you're hiding something."

"No Quinn, that is bad. I'm with Rachel on this one." Fran admitted.

"Of course you are."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Fran suddenly felt defensive.

"You know what, fine!" Rachel logged in and fell back on the couch, wordlessly. Quinn winced at Rachel's tone, because she knew she was now in the doghouse.

"Nevermind, Rachel. I was just being stupid."

"Yes you were. But if you need to look, to prove something to yourself, then go right ahead."

Quinn desperately wanted to look, but she felt that maybe this was a trap. She looked to Fran and Santana who both shook their heads 'no.' Biting her lip, Quinn couldn't fight the urge to look. As she leaned forward to scan through the messages, she felt Rachel shift on the couch beside her.

"Well, I'm heading back home." She said pointedly, and left without a goodbye.

Quinn stood up to follow her but was stopped by the Latina's voice. "You already screwed up Q, might as well put your mind at ease and plead for forgiveness later."

Quinn looked at Fran next. "Santana's right. You really need to work on your issues, Q. That girl loves you, and now she's wearing a ring for all the world to see, and yet you feel the need to question her loyalty to you?"

She felt like shit. But Santana was right. She'd ease her mind and plead for forgiveness later; she just hoped it wasn't too late. She took a deep breath and began scanning the messages.

"I can't believe some of these people!" Quinn yelled an hour later.

By this time, she had gotten both Santana and Fran interested in her spying. They were all huddled in front of the computer, reading message after message. But every message that Rachel replied to said the same thing. 'Thank you for your interest, as flattering as it is. Quinn and I are happy and I love her. So please stop writing to me. Thanks again. Rachel Babara Berry.'

"I do feel like jackass." Quinn admitted a half hour ago, but the messages were so numerous she just couldn't believe the amount of them.

Most had stopped their requests for threesomes. Many hoped for more pictures of the girls in their Halloween costumes. Several hoped for mugshots. A few were asking for dates on New Year's Eve. Some were propositioning her if things didn't work out between her and Quinn, hoping that she'd consider them. Others were simply congratulating her for having the courage to be an out couple in Lima, Ohio. Many of those were asking for advice. Rachel kept in contact with those, as they wrote back and forth and she helped steer them through the waters of coming out and living proudly. She helped talk a few down from contemplating suicide, by saying that it gets better and that she was there to listen if they needed to talk.

The more she read of Rachel's interactions, the more she fell in love with the girl. She stopped reading the private conversations after realizing what Rachel had been doing. It really was none of her business, so when she saw the messages from those asking for help, she skipped them. Finally, she stared at the screen in awe.

"That little midget of yours, is amazing Q." Santana mused. She had also gotten uncomfortable with their spying. At first she was interested, but then when she realized how immensely personal it was she quickly lost interest. She wouldn't want anyone else to read about her trying to come to terms with her sexuality. Luckily, Quinn was just as uncomfortable and they skipped by all those messages.

Just when they thought Quinn had had enough, she searched through the messages with a specific purpose in mind.

"Quinn, haven't you read enough? Rachel's even more perfect than we originally thought and if you do this, there's no going back." Fran warned.

"Is there any going back? I was awful for being jealous in the first place and Rachel has every right to hate me. But I have to read this last set of messages."

When she clicked on the ones she was searching for, she saw plea after plea from Sugar. It sort of reminded her of how Rachel went after Finn so unashamedly even though Quinn was pregnant with what everyone thought was Finn's baby. The idea of it left a horrible taste in Quinn's mouth. Because in that scenario, at least for a while, Finn and Rachel were together. What if Rachel finally gave in to Sugar's advances?

Rachel, I mean what I said on Christmas and in all my other messages. But for some reason you never responded. To any of them. Please let me know.

Sugar, I have read all of your messages and have told you personally that I am not interested in any of your requests. I am with Quinn, completely and forever. There won't be an' if', okay, it's real for me. I love her. I meant what I told you on Christmas about you finding someone who loves you back. You do deserve what Quinn and I have. But it isn't me, okay. I assure you that you won't be happy with me because I won't be happy with anyone else but Quinn. Please understand and stop messaging me. And please stop flirting in front of Quinn, it hurts her and she doesn't deserve that.

Quinn shut the laptop with a sigh. She felt like the worst girlfriend ever. She looked at Fran and Santana.

"That message was the day after Christmas, Quinn. What more proof do you need that the girl loves you?" Fran stated, though she seemed a bit jealous herself. Not of Rachel and Quinn being together, but of the thought that they loved each other so completely.

"I don't even know why I doubted it. I just…" Quinn collapsed onto the couch with tears in her eyes.

"You do know that you owe that girl more than an apology, right? She gave you something very personal to her and you have to do the same." Santana advised her.

Quinn nodded her head curtly before rising from the couch.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to bare my soul. Give her something just as personal."

"Quinn if you're talking about your journal, I've read it and I advise against it. She'll think you're some crazy stalker, psycho bitch." Fran admitted fearfully.

"She already kind of thinks that, am I right?" Santana teased but neither blonde laughed or even cracked a smile.

"You don't understand. She's kept that journal since 9th grade. There are so many bad thoughts about Rachel inside until the end of 10th grade when she started liking the girl. Though she didn't even know she did, until last year. It's all there for the girl to read." Fran stated.

Santana nodded. Quinn slowly walked upstairs and retrieved her prized possession. The one she kept hidden, though not so well apparently because Fran found it.

Then she solemnly drove to Rachel's house.

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Rachel couldn't believe the nerve of Quinn. She was pacing back and forth in the living room waiting for the girl to crawl back to her with her tail between her legs. It was over an hour now and yet no sign of the girl. So when the doorbell rang, she ran to it with her best scowl on her face.

She flung the door open but was startled to see Shelby standing there. Her frown dropped immediately.

"Trouble in Paradise?" Shelby smiled understandingly.

Rachel nodded and stepped aside to let the older brunette enter.

"So, I finished the letter of recommendation for you. I thought I'd bring it by personally to see if you wanted me to change anything in it."

"Shelby, that isn't necessary. I trust you."

Shelby smiled brightly at the admission. "Thank you for saying that Rachel."

The smaller girl grinned. "Well, it's true."

Shelby handed the paper over to Rachel. The younger girl smiled as she took it, but she could see Shelby's hand shaking.

"Shelby what is it? You could have sent this over. What's wrong?"

Shelby sighed. "I hope what I'm about to tell you doesn't ruin our budding relationship but I was wondering if you'd babysit for me. I was asked on a date this Friday and if you're available…"

Rachel smiled widely. "As long as it's not Puck." She teased.

"God no. It's that Richard from your Christmas party. Apparently Judy gave him my number and was trying to play matchmaker."

"Richard? The hot guy!"

"Please never say that again."

Rachel winced. "You're right, sorry. Wait. Who's going to watch his son, Jackson?"

"Probably his brother in law, I'm assuming."

"Nonsense. I'll watch him. As I recall, Jackson and I got along pretty well at Christmas."

Shelby beamed. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"I told you before that I am fine with what you do with your life, as long as I am informed and it doesn't adversely affect me."

The older brunette nodded. "Thanks, Rachel. And please read through that letter. If there's anything you want to change or add, just let me know. We'll get you into your dream school. If anyone deserves their dreams, Rachel, it's you. I really am so proud of the young woman you have grown up to be.

Rachel ducked her head shyly. Then she looked up into Shelby's eyes intently. "Is it okay if I hug you now?"

Shelby's smile lit up her face. She held her arms open and Rachel walked into them. They embraced tenderly. Both girls smiling into the hug, before they reluctantly let go.

Shelby shuffled her feet nervously. "Well, I guess I'll see you on Friday."

Rachel nodded, then walked her to the door, when she opened it the light hit her ring and Shelby took notice of it. "Rachel Berry, is that what I think it is?"

Rachel looked down at the ring and up and Shelby and smiled. "Not exactly. It's a promise ring, it used to be Judy's engagement ring but it's just our promise ring."

Shelby breathed a sigh of relief. "I was worried about Quinn when I first got back. She was so lost and broken. But seeing how happy and complete she is with you, I don't worry about her anymore."

Rachel smirked darkly. "So had this been an engagement ring, we'd have your blessing?"

Shelby chuckled. "You have my blessing now. Just please wait till you're done with school. Forever is a long time Rachel, enjoy it together."

Rachel wrapped the brunette in her arms again and whispered. "Thank you."

Shelby left and shortly afterwards, Quinn pulled into the driveway. She knocked on the door, rather than using her key. She took deep breaths until Rachel slowly opened the door.

Rachel moved aside to let Quinn in, but didn't say a word as she did so. The brunette shut the door behind them and followed Quinn into the living room. She stood in the middle of the living room as Quinn went directly to the CD player and put in a CD she had been holding. When the music started Rachel immediately recognized the song was "Ours" by Taylor Swift. Quinn slowly approached Rachel and sang the song to her. Ending with the words, "This love is ours" as the music died out.

"Though that was a beautiful musical performance, Quinn, it does not absolve you of your…I don't even know what to call it. You were wrong, and completely off base and I am so mad at you right now!"

Quinn smiled sadly. She knew that she had more groveling to do, but had hoped the song she prepared would have lessened the diva's anger. She took Rachel's hands gently in hers and began to speak. "I was a stupid and insecure asshole."

Rachel looked like she was about ready to reprimand her use of vulgarity. Quinn smirked, because that is just too cute. "I'd apologize for my language but it's true Rachel. I promise you I didn't read the personal ones you warned me about. The truth is when I realized the amount of people messaging you about a large number of different things; I just scanned through most of it in awe. Now I'm just jealous that people don't feel like they can come to me about such things…"

Rachel had a small smile on her face, which was the first good sign that Quinn received all day. "Can you blame them? Seriously Quinn, if you were more approachable at school. You were a Cheerio and now you only hang out with me and the others from glee. I'm in all the clubs, the class president, and was in the school play. I simply have more access to the students at our school, so they feel like they know me. That's all."

"I created the Christ Crusaders and was President of the Celibacy club."

"You have yet to do anything with the Christ Crusaders since sophomore year, and last year you and I were the only members of the Celibacy club."

Quinn sighed, it was true. "Anyway, I'm sorry that I violated your trust and your privacy." She bit her lip nervously. "I know I can't take it back, but I wanted to make it even."

Rachel raised an eyebrow, so Quinn shoved the well worn leather book she was holding at the brunette. Rachel took it hesitantly. Quinn rolled her eyes. "It's not going to turn to dust, Rach, it isn't that old."

"What is it?"

"My journal. Everything you ever wanted or certainly never wanted to know about me since freshman year is in that book. I'm giving my soul to you, Rachel."

Rachel breathed deeply, closing her eyes. When she opened them, she surprised Quinn with the dark fury that was circling in the depths of her normally calm orbs. "You think I'd invade your privacy, Quinn? I appreciate that you're willing to share it with me, but I would never do that to you. That's the difference between us. I trust that you'll tell me what you're ready for me to know, what I need to know. Anything else in there is your personal business."

"I…" Quinn cursed herself. Then she started to cry. "I trust you and want you to know all about me, that's why I'm giving this to you. If you don't want to read it, that's fine. But I need you to know what you're getting yourself into by being with me."

"Oh Quinn." Rachel's voice was suddenly soft and compassionate. "I love everything about Quinn. And I know about your past, I lived through it."

Quinn whimpered at the last statement, as Rachel took her in her arms and held her tightly.

"Besides, the letters we write to each other are soul baring enough. That's enough for me." Rachel backed away and placed a delicate kiss to Quinn's lips.

"I really am sorry for being the psycho jealous girlfriend. And I hate myself for it."

"Quinn…" Rachel breathed. "I should have just told you but then it got blown way out of control."

They walked to the couch and sat down, Rachel cuddled into Quinn. The blonde sighed contently.

"Quinn?"

"Hmmmm?"

"Shelby stopped by."

"How is it with her, Rachel? We haven't talked about it."

"It's actually okay. Maybe even good. I'm okay." Quinn nodded, while Rachel continued. "I'm going to babysit Friday night for Beth and Jackson. I was hoping you'd help me."

"Do you have to ask?" Quinn smiled.

"It's the Friday before New Year's. I didn't know if you'd have plans or not."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Rachel, there's no one I'd rather spend any of my days with."

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The following day, Quinn received her letter from Rachel. She tore into it immediately.

Quinn,

First I wanted to say thank you for spending the holidays with me. Holidays were always just me and my dads and it's never been too memorable. I love them, but it always felt like something was missing. But this year, with you, you have given me what I didn't even know I wanted.

I had an incredible Christmas. I was so overwhelmed with joy that I have friends in my life who chose to spend the holidays in our home. Every gift you have given me so far has been so romantic and amazing. I cherish them all. Even the poem. I can't wait for us to go on our dates to the gallery and to the musical. I look forward to them both!

I got to spend Christmas with my Mom, Quinn! It wasn't as awkward as I thought it'd be. It was actually quite nice. And we talked afterwards. She said that when she left she felt like she was doing what was best for me but then that knowing that you want to be in Beth's life, she knows that leaving wasn't best thing for either of us. She also said that Mr. Shue inadvertently scared her away. I plan on confronting him, but I actually believe Shelby.

I am writing the rest of this letter in preparation for our big night tonight. I have something amazing planned and hope you enjoy it. But I wanted to write you about my confrontation with Mr. Shue. He admitted that he had ulterior motives when he pushed Shelby away from me. He was scared I'd leave New Directions and go to Vocal Adrenaline. I'm still trying to process this. I lost a chance with my mom because he didn't have faith in my dedication to our team. I sort of yelled at him and am worried that things will be strange between us when we return to school.

Don't worry about me though Quinn, things will be fine. I have you and I know that you have my back. You won't let Shue tear me down if things get to that. Though I truly think he is remorseful in his actions, especially when I cried in front of him and Emma. I wish you were there, because Emma didn't dare hold me when I was crying. And Shue, I don't really blame him for not comforting me. You know, given our past.

Anyway, enough with my rambling. I will see you tonight, and I know it will be amazing. Happy last day of Hanukah, Quinn. I love you.

Always,

Rachel

As soon as Quinn finished reading the letter, she left for Rachel's house. A simple letter or a phone call wouldn't do tonight. She used her key and entered the Berry house, sneaking up to Rachel's bedroom. The brunette was sitting by her computer desk, when Quinn knocked on her door.

"Come in." Rachel replied, but was surprised that it was Quinn who walked inside.

"I read your letter. Rach, why didn't you just tell me? How it went with Shue? You cried. Alone." Quinn actually had tears in her own eyes. "I hate that you felt so alone."

She wrapped Rachel tightly in her arms. Both girls sobbing hysterically. After several minutes of crying, their tears fell slowly as their sobs turned to whimpers. "Quinn?" Rachel sniffled. "I had the perfect night planned for you, and I didn't want to ruin it. That's why I didn't say anything. Then you gave me the ring, we went to my house to celebrate, and then yesterday happened. It just didn't seem that big of a deal anymore."

"Rachel, whenever you feel sad it's a big deal to me. Next time, please tell me. Even if you think it's the wrong time. I want to know so I can fix it immediately, okay. Promise?"

"I promise, Quinn. But I also need you to promise me that you understand that you can't always fix everything. Sometimes, it's going to take time."

"I promise." A smirk appeared on the girl's face. "That I will fix everything given proper time."

Rachel rolled her eyes.

"I just hate the thought of you being sad. Even in the past. It breaks my heart that you ever felt so sad. Even if it didn't last long, even if you are over it and forgive those who hurt you. It still hurts me to know that it happened."

It was Rachel's turn to smirk. "You know, if everyone at school saw this side of you, you'd be the one who got all the facebook messages."

Quinn sighed. "Are you going to ever let me live that down?"

"I don't know, you still bring up the whole pigeon thing. You realize that Santana mocked me about it the other day."

Quinn laughed hard at the thought. Rachel shoved her playfully. Rachel walked toward her bed and Quinn followed her. They lay in bed, staying in each other's arms all night long.

A/N: Up next, Quinn and Rachel babysit (and Santana hates kids). Also, the glee kids (and probably Fran and Eli) celebrate the New Year!

Until then…