Quinn's foot tapped nervously on the floor. She was having what they call in the therapy world, a "breakthrough." She couldn't seem to stop herself from talking. Usually it was her therapist that kept the conversation going, but Quinn only had an hour long session and she wasn't about to waste a minute of it. She was too excited.

"So basically, I'll be seeing her again soon. I'm going back to New York for a wedding."

"Whose wedding?"

"My friends Brittany and Santana are getting married. I'm actually Brittany's maid of honor...at least I think I am. She asked me while I was half asleep. And she informed me that Rachel is Santana's maid of honor. It's all happening so fast. I got a call from Brittany at 3am the other night saying that Santana proposed to her at their favorite spot in Central Park. And being the impulsive people they are, their need for immediate gratification led them to decide to get married in two weeks. I don't even have time to throw Brittany a shower or a bachelorette party, but from what I understand, Santana doesn't want her to have one. According to Brittany, Santana said she'd give her her own private bachelorette party and give her as many lap dances as she wanted."

This comment was followed by silence.

"Yes, you're welcome. I know you were dying to hear about their sex life."

Her therapist chuckled. "Are you nervous?"

"No, I'm actually glad to see them get married. They belong together. And I was kind of around near the beginning of their relationship, so it's nice to see they'll get their happily ever after. Whatever it is that they have between them, it totally works."

"Well, that's great, but I meant are you nervous to see Rachel?"

Quinn's foot tapping became even more apparent as she searched for an answer.

"Oh. Well, yeah. Of course. I haven't seen her since...well, I told you about our last encounter."

"Ah yes. The dance club incident. How's your relationship now?"

"We text occasionally. Mainly about the wedding. I think she's not looking forward to their honeymoon phase because they decided they're going to keep living with Rachel until they can save up to get their own place. They can't go back to living in a studio after being spoiled with a spacious two-bedroom."

"So you two have established a sort of friendship?"

"We're friendly, yes. I guess that's the best way to put it. And I definitely plan on seeing her Broadway debut. I'm not sure if I'll tell her I'm going. But I know I definitely have to be there. Even if it's just as an anonymous audience member.

"Why don't you tell her?"

"I don't want her to think I'm stalking her."

"If you're friendly with her, then it's not really stalking."

Quinn shrugged. "I guess I don't want her to think I'm trying to win her back."

"But don't you want her back?"

"Yes, but...what if she doesn't want me back? I've worked so hard and if I find out she's moved on or doesn't want to work things out, I'd be devastated."

"So you'd rather just not know and live in the dark?"

Quinn remained silent.

"Isn't that what you've been doing your whole life? Isn't that why you've been coming to see me? So you can stop living in the dark?"

"That's not fair."

"A lot of things aren't fair. What are you afraid of, Quinn?"

"I don't know."

"I think you do. Why don't you tell Rachel about all the progress you're making? I'm sure she'd like to know."

"I've told her a little. I told her I'm seeing a therapist."

"Great. Are you going to tell her what you told me about earlier?"

"What? About my decision to come out to my manager and agent?"

"Yes."

"I don't want to bombard her. Won't that come off as needy?"

"Maybe. But we've been working on this. You're doing so well in not caring what other people think."

"What if I don't end up telling them? What if I chicken out again?"

"Then I'm going to ask you once again: what are you afraid of?"

"I don't know!" Quinn was starting to get frustrated.

"Yes you do. You just need to verbalize it. What are you afraid of?"

Quinn could see the thoughts swirling around in her brain. She tried to grab hold of each word as it came across and form a coherent sentence. But it was taking too long.

"Quinn, what are you afraid of? You're my last session of the day. I have no problems working overtime. Just say the words. Not to me. Just say them out loud. So you can hear it for yourself. What are you afraid of?"

Quinn could feel the tears well up in her eyes. She was beyond frustrated. She was tired and wanted to go home and curl up in bed. God damn it, what was it? What was she afraid of?

"I'm afraid I'll end up alone!" Quinn took a deep breath and let those words sink in before she continued. "I'm afraid I'll lose everything. Fuck, I wanted to come out when I was fifteen and I lost my girlfriend because of it. Then, when I came out to my parents, I lost them. If I come out to my team, I know it's going to cause a shit storm and I'll end up having to fire them. Or they'll fire me. Either way, I'm going to lose them. I'm going to end up losing everyone in my life."

"But you lost Rachel by NOT coming out. And as a result, you lost your other friends in New York. You lost the people who matter. The people who love you for who you are. The people who embrace the real you. Those are the ones worth keeping in your life."

Quinn was sobbing by this point. She was a blubbering mess.

"You're right," she conceded in a whisper. "My God, you're right. But what if I come out and it's still too late for Rachel? I caused her so much pain."

Quinn reached for a tissue.

"Once again, you're putting someone else ahead of your own happiness and you're too concerned with how other people will feel."

"I know, but I'll always put Rachel ahead of me. That's something that will never change. What if I come out and she still doesn't want me? I'll have lost everything."

"But you'll have found yourself."

Quinn dabbed her eyes and blew her nose. Then, she felt herself smile.

"That's actually kind of beautiful."

"I'm pretty insightful. Besides, isn't Rachel worth taking that chance?"

Quinn thought for a moment. "Wow. I've been beyond stupid."

The following week, Quinn met with her agent, her manager, and her publicist. It was rare for all three of them to be in the same office, but when Quinn walked through her agent's door, she was bombarded by all of them.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"We've been trying to call you since early this morning!"

"Have you forgotten what today is?"

Quinn thought for a moment, then she realized. She had been so caught up in what she was going to tell them, that she completely forgot it was Emmy nomination day.

"I guess I forgot." Quinn tried to read their faces. "Good news or bad news?"

Her publicist put an arm around her shoulder. "Well, the mini-series got nominated. So you are officially in an Emmy nominated project. And let's see, there was something else I was going to tell you. Oh yeah. YOU got nominated, too!"

"Seriously?" Quinn's nerves soon faded and turned to excitement. "I'm nominated?"

"Best Actress in a Drama Series," exclaimed her agent.

"Holy shit." Quinn was stunned. A part of her had always fantasized about being nominated, but she never allowed herself to really think about it because she never really thought she was good enough.

She suddenly remembered her phone had vibrated earlier with a text she hadn't read yet. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and read it.

It was from Rachel: "I just heard the news! Well, that's a lie. I woke up at 8am and kept refreshing the Emmy website until they posted the nominees. Congratulations, Quinn. You deserve it. I'm so proud of you. Guess I'll see you next week at the wedding. We'll have some champagne in honor of your nomination."

Quinn felt a pang in her chest and suddenly longed for more than just a champagne toast to celebrate. She wanted Rachel's lips planted on hers in a celebratory kiss. And maybe some hand stuff. Definitely some hand stuff. Perhaps as a result of all the champagne they will imbibe while celebrating.

Quinn was letting her imagination run wild once again. But Rachel's text suddenly reminded her of why she wanted to meet with her team in the first place.

"This is amazing. Absolutely amazing." She turned to her publicist. "I really couldn't have done it without you. You definitely know how to run an Emmy campaign."

"Well, we're not there yet. Not until your name is read as the winner."

Quinn nodded. "Have a seat. All of you. We need to discuss a few things."

Quinn took a deep breath and began to explain exactly why she set up this meeting. During most of her speech, it almost didn't even feel like it was her that was talking. It felt like someone else. She articulated her feelings and her fears and her plans so perfectly, it was like she had rehearsed it and was delivering a heartfelt monologue. In reality, she came in completely unsure of what she was going to say. She tried not to look at any of them in the eyes. She was too scared of what she would see. Disgust, disappointment, frustration. So she just kept on talking until there was nothing left to say.

She finished with a very emphatic bottom line: "I'm gay. I've been gay since I can remember. And it's time that you knew."

They all stared at her as if she wasn't finished with her speech. After a moment, her agent was the first to respond.

"Yeah, honey we know. We've known forever."

Quinn wasn't exactly surprised at this response since she wasn't exactly discrete about everything. Especially during the whole Kasey Tipton fiasco. But she was hoping for maybe a little more fanfare.

"Well good. Now we can discuss it. Now that it's out in the open," she said as she took a seat.

Her publicist chimed in. "Quinn, there's nothing to discuss."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's not up for discussion. You're gay and that's fine, but let's just leave it at that."

Quinn was a bit confused. "So no strategy or comments or statements?"

"No. There won't be any of that because no one else will know."

"What?"

Quinn's manager decided to take over. "We think it's best if you just keep on doing what you're doing. It's working. You just got nominated for an Emmy, you've got three new films lined up, everybody wants you. Right now isn't the time for controversy."

"How is this controversy? It's my life."

"Quinn, I'm going to put it to you as simply as possible. Your fan base will dwindle. The bible belt of America will boycott against all your movies and all the fanboys who are drooling over you will find someone hotter and straighter to lust after. Your career will be over before it really even began."

Quinn could feel her jaw tighten. She was livid. "Look, I'm not suggesting I announce it to the world. I'm just saying that if I'm seeing someone, I'm not going to deny it and I'm not going to hide it."

Her publicist was getting increasingly upset. "Is this about that Rachel girl? Because that was a PR nightmare, Quinn. And you two living together in New York? Do you know how hard I worked to keep those rumors away?"

"I never asked you to do that."

"No, but you should be thankful I did. Times may have changed and people are more evolved, but Hollywood is still Hollywood. There's still a stigma when it comes to homosexuality. And it has ruined a lot of careers."

"Is that all you care about? What about my sanity? My well being?" Quinn was angrily pacing back and forth.

"We're just looking out for you. Could you imagine if Rock Hudson came out in the 1950's? His career would have been dead. That's why they paired him with Doris Day. It quelled a lot of rumors. His career was intact and the studios made their money. Everybody won. Women wanted him. Do you think he would have been famous if those women knew he was gay? No. His female fans would rather think he was taken by Doris Day than by his young, strapping 'assistant.' His masculinity is what made women want to fuck him."

Quinn was near tears at this point, but she fought them back. She was dead tired of crying, especially over this topic. She closed her eyes and composed herself before finally telling them exactly what was on her mind.

"See, that's the problem. It's not the 1950's." She walked over towards the door and looked at them one last time before walking out. "And I'd much rather fuck Doris Day. You're all fired."

Rachel gripped her bouquet tightly, almost to the point of breaking the stems of the lavender and white flowers. She paced back and forth, tugging at her navy blue bridesmaid dress. She kept looking over at the door, but it continued to remain closed. She had been in the bridal prep room with Santana for over an hour helping her get ready. Santana had been obsessing in front of the mirror for the last fifteen minutes, trying to get her makeup right until she finally caught a glimpse of Rachel in the reflection.

"Berry, will you calm down? You're making me nervous. You're supposed to keep ME calm, not the other way around. You're not the one about to devote her life to one person for all eternity."

"Like you ever even remotely considered anyone but Brittany," remarked Rachel, as she stopped her pacing and gave herself a makeup check in the mirror.

"That may be true, but it also means you and I will never consummate our sexually charged friendship. You know you're going to weep just a little bit knowing you can never have me."

"Somehow, I'll survive." Rachel reapplied her lipstick and glanced over at the door once more.

"She's here," offered Santana.

"Who?"

"The girl you're hoping will come bursting through that door. I got a text from Brittany. Quinn is there helping her get ready."

"Oh."

Santana looked at her for a moment. "Well, I'm all done here. Would you mind going to check on my lovely bride-to-be? I would greatly appreciate it."

Rachel scoffed. "You don't need to give me an excuse to go see her."

"Yes I do. Otherwise you won't do it."

Rachel found herself stalling. She really hated when Santana was right.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Look, if you're not going to see Quinn, then go mingle with the guests. A lot of the old glee club is out there. I'm sure you'll want to say hi."

"You want me to leave you all alone? You're not planning on climbing out the window, are you?"

"There is no chance of that happening. I know how lucky I am. I just need a few minutes alone to go over my vows. I don't want anyone to hear me."

"It's your wedding day, Santana. You're allowed to be vulnerable."

"Berry, I'm already going to cry during the ceremony. I refuse to let you see me cry twice in one day."

"Okay, I'll go mingle. See you in bit, Bridezilla."

Rachel left the room and looked down the hall toward the room where Brittany was getting ready. She waited out in the hall for a few minutes just to see if she could "casually" run in to Quinn, but at the same time, she had no idea what to say to her. They were on somewhat friendly terms, exchanging a friendly text every once in a while or emailing an article the other would like, but that was the extent of their contact. She hadn't seen Quinn since she embarrassed the hell out of herself by giving her a lap dance. Though, she wasn't all that disappointed in the way that night turned out. Unfortunately, it reminded Rachel of exactly what she was missing. Not just the sex, even though it's always nothing short of mind-blowing, but Quinn in general. Her face, her voice, lips, her tongue, her hair, her hands. They all consumed her that night leaving her more conflicted than she's felt in a long time.

She broke up with Quinn for a reason. A very good, very important reason. But now, she was beginning to wonder if it was the right decision. Of course it was. Absolutely. But, was it really? Yes, yes it was. But, was it?

She was tired in her head and tired in her heart. How was it that being with Quinn would be the best thing for her, and yet also the worst thing? It wasn't fair.

Before she could fully weight the fairness of the situation, she felt a presence in the hall. Suddenly, she knew she wasn't the only one there. And she knew exactly who else was occupying the area.

She turned and felt a very familiar reaction come over her. After all these years, she never grew tired of Quinn Fabray taking her breath away. There she was, once again, completely flawless. She was wearing the exact same dress as Rachel, but somehow it fell perfectly on her body. It fit in all the right places and Rachel was slightly jealous. Quinn was always the most beautiful girl in the room and the most beautiful thing about her was that she never really knew it. Or if she did know it, she certainly didn't care.

They stood in silence, look each other over, like they were both trying to make sure this wasn't a dream. Quinn smiled motioned with her head to meet her outside. Rachel followed her out the side door and was met with the waning light of the late Saturday afternoon.

Quinn turned around to face her and Rachel could feel her legs shaking.

Quinn smiled. "You look beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Am I allowed to tell you that?"

Rachel nodded, unsure of what to say.

"How did I ever get anything done when we were together? You are simply too beautiful not to give all my attention to."

So this was how it was going to be. Quinn was going to flirt. Mercilessly. Well, Rachel could play this game.

"You too," her voice cracked. Damn it.

"Me too, what?"

"Beautiful. I mean, your looks. Your looks are...you're...pretty."

Damn. Damn. Damn.

Quinn let out a genuine laugh. "Well, that certainly broke the tension."

Rachel could feel herself turning red. "Well, what do you expect? The last time you saw me, I was half naked on a stage."

"Um, you were more like ninety percent naked, but I see your point. There's no reason to be nervous."

"You're not nervous?"

"Me? Oh yes. I'm insanely nervous. I've peed like five times in the last half hour. But you have no need to be nervous." She walked up to Rachel and brought her hand up to her face. "You're perfect."

Rachel closed her eyes as Quinn leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Rachel?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I hug you?"

Rachel couldn't hide her smile. "Yes, please."

Quinn wasted no time in pulling Rachel in for a hug. Rachel attached herself to Quinn's torso, her hands grasping her back, trying to hold on to the flimsy material of the dress. Everything came rushing back: the way Quinn held her, her intoxicating scent, the way she could feel strands of her hair move with every breath she exhaled, the way their arms fit so perfectly around each other. She didn't think anything could possibly make her let go.

That is until she saw a flash and heard the snap of a camera right next to her. Rachel pulled away as soon as she realized what was happening.

"Quinn, what are you doing back in New York?" The paparazzo kept snapping pictures and bombarding her with questions. "Are you really a bridesmaid in your lesbian friends' wedding?"

Rachel pulled Quinn back inside and slammed the door in the photographer's face.

"Quinn, I'm so sorry. I had no idea he was there."

Quinn shrugged. "It's okay. There are worse things in the world than being photographed with a beautiful woman."

Rachel wasn't expecting that response.

"So you don't mind that there's a photo of you hugging me at a lesbian wedding?"

"No."

Rachel smiled. She was loving this side of Quinn. "Wow. That therapy is really doing you some good, isn't it?"

Quinn smiled. "It is. In fact..." She took Rachel's hand. "I've made quite a few other changes."

Rachel could feel the nerves in her stomach. God, she missed holding Quinn's hand. She watched Quinn's mouth as the words came pouring out.

"I know that we broke up for a reason. I know that it was because I wasn't ready to be who you needed me to be. Or who I needed myself to be." She gripped Rachel's hand tighter. "I think I'm ready. I'm ready to be that girl and I want to work things out. I've missed you so much. And I know I have a long way to go to repair all the damage that's been done, but I'm willing to do what it takes. I want to get back together. Please, please say you want the same thing."

Rachel had no idea the conversation was going to take this turn. Quinn's words were still hanging in the air and she was trying to make sense of all of them. Did she really just hear that? If so, what does it mean? Does she have to make a decision right now? Where's Santana when she needed her? Oh yeah, getting married. Married! They're at a wedding. Why was it suddenly so hot in this corridor?

Rachel opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by a very familiar voice behind her.

"Well if it isn't Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray. McKinley's most famous alums."

Rachel turned around to see Kurt Hummel in all his posh glory. Not much had changed about him except he had grown a couple inches and had some muscles where his scrawny arms used to be. But he was still as fashionable and fabulous as he was back in high school.

"Kurt!" Rachel raced over to hug him and Quinn followed suit.

They greeted him so excitedly, they almost didn't see Blaine follow him in from outside.

"Ladies," he greeted each of them with a kiss.

"How's life in Chicago?" Rachel was thankful for the interruption and change of subject.

"Windy. Cold. Expensive. But the theatre life out there is grand. You'll have to come visit!" The inflection in Kurt's voice made Rachel know he really meant it and it wasn't just a 'we should hang some time. We'll set it up on Facebook' kind of thing. And that made her really happy. She forgot how much she missed her old friends.

She looked over at Quinn.

...and how much she missed old girlfriends.

"Well, I hate to break this up, but we better get inside if we're gonna get a decent seat," said Blaine. "We'll talk more at the reception. Bye!"

They waved as they headed into the banquet hall.

Quinn and Rachel looked back at each other.

"So," continued Quinn. "Where were we?"

Rachel was torn. This wasn't something she could just answer straight away. Why hadn't she prepared more for this moment? Probably because she was so focused on never thinking about Quinn and refused to entertain the idea of them ever getting back together. Because hope was almost too beautiful a thing. And hope would surely mean disappointment if it were to never happen.

"Quinn..."

"Alright bitches! Let's go get me married!" Santana burst from the room as if today was all about her. Oh yeah...it was. Rachel had almost forgotten.

Rachel ran to Santana's side. "All right, let me cue the music." She peeked her head out and nodded to the dj. As the music started, she looked at Santana. "You looking absolutely beautiful."

"Duh. Though I'm sure not half as beautiful as Brittany looks. I can't wait to see her!"

"Well, let's get to it." Rachel walked over to Quinn. "We'll talk about this after. Go get Brittany and let's get them married."

Quinn smiled sweetly, nodded, and headed over to Brittany's holding area.

Rachel gave Santana a final once-over, making sure she looked perfect.

"Let's go make Brittany your wife." She offered her arm to Santana, who slid her arm through Rachel's and they walked down the aisle together.

At the end of the aisle, she took her place next to Santana on the stage and watched as all eyes now turned to see Brittany walking down the aisle being escorted by Quinn. She watched Santana's face light up the moment Brittany came into view. And in that moment, she couldn't hold back her emotions and she began to cry. Mostly, it was tears of joy from seeing her friends so happy. Partly, it's because Quinn was walking down the aisle toward her, but it was for someone else's wedding.

Why was she so stupid to think she was over her? Why was she so convinced that having sex with her one last time would just get her out of her system? All it did was make her want her more. Why had she been in denial for so long? She made the right decision in ending it. She was sure of it. But maybe she was wrong to completely oust Quinn from her life. Quinn was a part of her and for too long, there's been an emptiness inside her. And watching her now, slowly walking toward her, perfectly balanced on her high heels, Rachel wanted to reach out her hand and pull her toward her. Just to tell her that all was forgiven. Was she ready to let it all go and jump back into this? No. There had been too much hurt and too much of Quinn denying Rachel. But she was ready to accept Quinn back in her life. Even if just as a friend.

The entire ceremony was kind of a blur. Rachel found herself constantly glancing over at Quinn and, sure enough, every single time, Quinn was looking right back at her. They even snuck in a couple secret smiles between them, but Rachel was always the first to look away.

Rachel forced herself to focus on the brides when they were exchanging their vows, but it only made her start to tear up again. She couldn't help but think that she got to witness the beginning of their relationship. Back when they were sneaking into janitor closets and holding hands under their letterman jackets.

She looked out at the crowd. It was like they were back in high school, with the majority of the glee club there to witness the event. She even noticed Mr. Schue's curly hair and Sam's trouty mouth. She laughed to herself thinking that this would be the perfect time to break out into song. But Santana insisted on this being a classy affair.

"No singing until the reception," she insisted. "That means you, Berry!"

So she remained silent, trying her best not to burst out into an Ed Sheeran song. As they exchanged rings, Rachel found eyes wandering over to Quinn once more. For once, Quinn was focused on the ceremony, watching the former cheerios commit to each other for the rest of their lives.

What was it about weddings that really made you evaluate everything in your life?

Once the bridal party photos were all finished, the girls made their way back into the banquet hall for some much needed food and rest. They caught up with old friends and the whole glee club even sang along to a rendition of Paradise by the Dashboard Light, an obvious favorite among the group. Rachel loved the nostalgia she was experiencing. And when AC/DC's You Shook Me (All Night Long) came on, everyone ran to the dance floor - Rachel and Quinn included. They danced hard, they danced fast and they danced like no one was watching, even though everyone was. Every jump, every hand thrown in the air, every time Rachel took Quinn's hand to spin her around during the raucous song. It was like they were the only two people there.

That was short-lived, however when the music slowed down and people either exited the dance floor or partnered up for a romantic dance. Quinn and Rachel stood there, not quite knowing what to do.

For once, Quinn couldn't look Rachel in the eye, so the brunette decided to break the ice and pulled Quinn into her.

"I'd say you owe me a dance. You know...since I danced for you last time."

What was she saying? Wow, that was mighty bold for one Miss Rachel Berry. But she said it and couldn't take it back. Seeing the embarrassed blush on Quinn's face made it all worth it.

Quinn was still having trouble looking her in the eyes, so Rachel made it easy for her. She looked up at her and smiled.

"It's okay, Quinn. You can look at me."

"If I do, then I'll be tempted to bring up the conversation we had earlier."

"Maybe that's okay-"

"I fired my team," Quinn blurted out.

"What?"

"My agent, manager, publicist. I fired all of them. They didn't want to support my decision to come out, so I fired them."

Rachel was stunned. "Oh wow. Quinn, that's great. That's really so great. But...don't you need them? You have the Emmy campaign. I mean I have no doubt you'll win, but can't they like...blacklist you or something?"

Rachel found herself panicking. She wanted so badly for Quinn to come out, but now faced with the reality, she was finally starting to understand that it could jeopardize her career.

"I think it'll be okay."

"How do you know?"

"I've been in New York a few days already. I've met with some people out here who have been very receptive to my situation. Some of them are actually very excited to work with me, regardless of my sexuality."

"They obviously know they have a superstar on their hands and would be stupid to let you go."

Quinn pulled Rachel closer. Their faces only inches apart. Rachel felt herself go stiff, then completely limp in Quinn's arms.

"Rachel..."

"That's really great. You need people backing you who believe in you and care about who you really are."

"Rach..."

Quinn's breath against her face was almost too much for Rachel. There was no way she was to get out of this alive.

"I'm so proud of you, Quinn."

Quinn whispered once more as she brought her lips closer to Rachel's.

"Rach...please."

Rachel closed her eyes. Was this really happening? She could feel Quinn's lips inching closer and wanted to badly to greet them with her own, but something was holding her back. She opened her eyes and lowered her head, denying Quinn what she wanted. Rachel wanted it, too, but she didn't know if all this made up for how much Quinn hurt her.

"Quinn."

Quinn sighed, her crackling voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not going to like what's coming next, am I?"

"I wish I was okay with all of this. I really am so proud of all the strides you've made and I want you to keep at it. I just...it took a lot out of me. How do I know you won't go back to how it was before? Hiding our relationship and denying who I really am to you?"

"I won't. I wouldn't. I really have come so far. I promise."

"I know you have. I just...I think I need more time."

"How much more time?"

Rachel shrugged. "That's not something I can really answer."

Quinn slowed her movements down until she was standing completely still. They were still locked in an embrace as the music blared from the speakers.

"What do I need to do? I'll do anything. Just name it and I'll do it."

Rachel tried to swallow the baseball-sized lump in her throat. She wasn't going to cry. Not now. She had to be strong. She could fall apart later tonight in her bed.

"I don't know, Quinn. For now, can we just keep dancing? I don't think I have any other answer. I think all you and I can do right now is keep dancing."

She could feel Quinn's entire body go lifeless for a moment. She could swear she heard a few muffled sobs coming from the blonde, but Quinn quickly recovered, pulled Rachel even closer to her and kept dancing.

"Okay. I can do that," said Quinn. "We'll just keep dancing."