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The chapter title is a quote from "Friends". Monica and Phoebe say it.

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-Chapter seven-

Do you have a plan? I don't even have a pla.

"Fuck" Santana simply said, "You really messed up, didn't you, chica?"

"Please, shut up" Rachel groaned. She had spent the past three days dragging herself from the couch to the kitchen, in a state of total depression. She didn't have the courage to call Quinn, and the blonde hadn't called her either. When she had missed rehearsal for Les Misérables, Santana went in full 'I-hate-Rachel-Berry-but-I-have-to-help-her" mode, and she found the Latina storming in her apartment, followed by Brittany and Kurt.

"Here, I made you some tea" Kurt said, giving her a cup. Rachel reached a hand out of her cocoon made with blankets and pillows, and she picked the cup. Her heart ached when she noticed that it was a light-blue cup that Quinn loved.

"She doesn't need tea, she needs tough love" Santana grumbled, "And that's exactly what I'm going to do for the next four minutes, so please, don't be offended by my rude words, I'm sure you will thank me after and intense make out session with Blondie…"

"Santana!" Kurt squealed, giving her a strong pat on the shoulder, "I really don't think that will be useful."

"She probably hates me" Rachel cooed, taking a sip of tea and scrunching her nose, "This tasted horrible, really."

"Well, you're welcome, by the way" Kurt snapped irritated.

"Can I be mean, now?" Santana asked, rolling her eyes.

"You don't have to be mean, San" Brittany remined her, sitting by the window and staring at the street down there, trying to count as many yellow cars as possible.

"I'm sure she doesn't hate you, Rachel" Kurt honestly said, "But she will if you keep being mean to us."

"And then you will hate yourself too, because you can't be meaner than me, or I will go all Lima Heights on your sorry…"

"Santana!" Brittany exclaimed from the window.

"Why did I do that?" Rachel asked herself, even more depressed. She drank the tea, even if it tasted horrible, only because she wanted to do something besides laying on the couch like she was sick. "I mean, it was pretty obvious it would have freaked her out, but she seemed okay with that… maybe I should just give her some space… maybe I should dress up and go to a bar and get drunk."

"Sounds like a party" Santana grinned, and Kurt hit her in the stomach. "What? We always do that! Maybe she really needs a party, I mean, she looks like she's been sick for weeks, but she's only love-sick. You'll get through it, chica. It's just a bad moment, not the end of the world. It'll pass, no need to be so dramatic. "

"When we had that big fight last year, you spent two weeks on Mercedes couch, crying and feeling miserable" Brittany innocently said. Rachel had never thought that a Latina could blush that much, but she surely saw two deep dark shadows on Santana's tanned cheeks.

"That's lovely, but the problem here it's Rachel, who actually looks like an emo-zombie" Kurt pointed out.

"Thanks, Kurt" Rachel dryly said.

"Well, it's true! You haven't showered in four days, you wear the same pajama you wore that night, and your eyebags seem bruises, like someone had punched you" Kurt blurted out, and Rachel saw honesty in his bright blue eyes.

"You need to talk to her, Rachel" Brittany said, sitting next to Rachel. Well, not very close, indeed she tried to stay away from her tiny friend, since she really hadn't showered in four days.

"Why would she want to talk to me?" Rachel murmured miserably, "I messed up."

"Okay, that's it. Let me just say a few things to this enana, before I really lose my patience, which, by the way, it's very limited…"

"Sanny" Brittany warned her. Then she turned to Rachel again, "I'm sure Quinn's dying to meet you again, she's just scared, like San was when we were in High School. She's kind, she will see you. But you have to make the first move, Rachel. Lord Tubbington told me that if you really like someone you should move quickly, before she loses interest."

"I personally don't think Quinn will lose interest, that girl adores you, but you really have to hurry, Rach" Kurt said.

Rachel nodded. She really missed Quinn. She wanted to see her, she wanted to be friends again. Maybe even something more than friends, if Quinn was okay with that. But just friends again would have been just fine. She sighed and nodded.

"Awesome!" Brittany cheered, "Do you have a plan?"

"I don't even have a pla" Rachel grumbled.

"I swear, if you two keep quoting Friends in all our conversations…" Santana started, but Brittany shushed her with a kiss. "Okay, I think I can tolerate it" Santana eventually murmured.

"Let's go, Rachel, you have to look amazing for your Blondie girlfriend" Kurt cheered, holding out a hand to help Rachel getting ready.

Rachel smiled, with gratitude in her eyes. She was thankful for her friends, even for Santana

Quinn didn't know why she ran away. She just- she was scared. Not of Rachel, of course, she could never be scared by her. She was scared of not being good enough for her.

Quinn never had a crush, mostly because her only friend was Puck, who she certainly didn't like in that way, and other people were usually mean to her. But Rachel wasn't mean. She was sweet and kind, and se cared for her. She understood her, she understood her thoughts, she understood when she said one sentence which concluded a long and complex speech that was only in her head. Rachel made Quinn feel safe and loved, in a way she never used to. Sure, she felt loved when she was with Nancy, she liked being around Nancy's husband, and she felt loved when she was with Puck, but not the way she felt with Rachel.

The brunette was so tiny, and small, and cute, but she had more power on her that anyone else had.

Quinn was sitting on the edge of the swimming pool, with her legs swinging gently in the cold water. Next to her, there was here backpack. She heard her ringtone – Rachel's voice – and she picked the phone.

"Hi, P-Puck" she said quietly, tapping with her fingers on her phone.

"Yo, girl!" Puck replied on the other side of the phone, and Quinn playfully rolled her eyes. She didn't understand why Puck had to use that childish words, but she liked it. She knew the boy so well, so she was sure in that moment he was grinning. "Lopez told me about you and that Berry girl. What's up, Q?"

"I-I j-just…" Quinn babbled, unsure of what to say. "It-it's j-just- I…"

"Relax, Q. It was just a question. I know what happened, by the way, Lopez told me" Puck stayed quiet for a second, "Q, you like this girl?"

"I d-don't…I do-don't even know w-what l-like f-feels l-like" Quinn admitted shyly, looking down at her other hand, which was gripping tightly her jumper. She was trying to not tap her fingers to much, because she wanted to get better. For Rachel.

"Okay" Puck went quiet again. He knew what to do because Quinn used to bring him to her therapist session. Her therapist, a ginger head called Emma Pillsbury, told Puck a few things to do when Quinn was freaking out. "Okay, can you tell me how she looks like? I mean, I know how she looks like, I've met her when we were kids. But how does she looks like now?"

"Sh-she looks l-like Bambi" Quinn said firmly. She could feel Puck frown even through the phone, but she just smiled, "Sh-she has those big d-deep eyes, wee-which are s-so d-dark a-and soft, you know? She just- when sh-she l-looks at me… an-and she s-smiles… she's j-just beautiful, P-Puck."

Quinn spoke for five minutes straight, rambling about how beautiful Rachel was, how magnificent her dark eyes, how long her eyelashes were. She told Puck how soft she was, how beautiful her voice was, how warm she was when she hugged her.

"Sounds like a crush to me, Q" Puck grinned, Quinn just knew he was grinning.

"What?"

"I mean, it's pretty obvious. You like her, don't you? Like… like you want to be around her all the time? Like every time she smiles at you, you feel butterflies?" Puck asked, and Quinn smiled goofily when she thought at how funny she felt when Rachel smiled at her. Like there was something in her belly.

"I-I thin-think I h-have a crush o-on her" Quinn breathed out, more to herself than to Puck.

"I mean, of course you do" Puck said, "Me and Lopez, we already knew in elementary school. When she called me last night, she just said 'We were right', and I knew what happened. That Lopez girl may have a functioning gaydar, but Puckerman is never wrong, babe."

Quinn chuckled. It always make her laugh when Puck talked about himself in third person. She noticed a ladybug on her window. Ladybugs were symbols of good luck, weren't they?

"Who-what about the t-time y-you a-asked me out?" Quinn teased, and she knew Puck was blushing.

"Now you don't stutter anymore?" he replied, "Only when you have to embarrass me, right, Stutters?" Quinn hated when people called her that, but Puck was fine. She knew he was just messing with her but in an affectionate way. She kind of liked when Puck called her Stutters, because she knew he wasn't doing it in a mean way, like the school kids used to.

"Well, y-you were wrong th-that time" Quinn shrugged.

"I have to go, Q, sorry" Puck said, "But by tomorrow night I want you to call me and tell me you have a girlfriend, alright?"

"Alright" Quinn murmured, "B-bye, Puck."

Quinn stayed a little longer on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She could feel a rasping on the door, and a bark. She was so not letting whatever-his-name-was in her room. No dog was going to step into her room, not even on her dead body.

"Quinnie? Can I come in?" Nancy asked, knocking lightly.

"N-not with th-the d-dog" Quinn warned her. She heard a chuckle coming from her sister, and then Nancy stepped into the room, leaving the dog out.

"Hey, Quinnie" she smiled, "feeling better? I heard you talked to Puck."

"Y-you w-were eave-eavesdropping?" Quinn felt actually proud of herself for pronouncing that word without messing up.

"No, I was trying to bring Rex away" Quinn frowned a little. Who was now Rex? The dog! Right, Rex was the dog. All clear now. "So, how are you?"

"I- I th-think I m-may have a c-crush on R-Rachel" Quinn admitted. Nancy's green eyes went wide, while a big smile crossed her lips.

"I so knew it!" Nancy said, "That's amazing, Quinnie! Are you going to tell her? I mean, of course you are, but when…"

"I- don't know, y-yet" Quinn said. She needed to think about it. She needed to be sure Rachel felt the same. Although, the kiss… Quinn shivered at the though. The kiss. She wanted so badly to kiss her again. Rachel's lips were soft, and nice, and they tasted sweet. Gentle, Rachel was gentle with her. Quinn remembered seeing her fighting with Santana, when she went full pissed-Rachel-Berry mode on, and her voice was acute and loud. But it never was with Quinn. With her, Rachel always was gentle. And caring. And sweet.

And she needed to go.

"I- have t-to take a w-walk" Quinn said, thinking it would be the best thing to clear her mind. She heard a thunder outside the window.

"I think you should reschedule, Sis" Nancy chuckled, resting a hand on her baby bump, "seems like a big storm is coming."

"I th-think I'll g-go any-anyway" Quinn said.

"But it's raining" Nancy protested,

"That-That's the p-point" Quinn smirked.