AN: So don't get too excited that there's two updates so soon, but seeing as the first chapter was just background I thought you'd like this one as there's a lot more Faberry interaction.

I'll probably be updating this and Say You'll Be Mine on Thursday's again so that was another reason to post this today.

I'm not sure how quickly this is going to progress as I want to do it slowly but usually that plan goes out the window and I have them making out within five chapters, hopefully that won't happen this time but it's still a Faberry story so don't worry, they'll find each other eventually ;)

By the way – anything in italics is someone's thoughts, in case that wasn't obvious.

Read and review :)


Chapter 2

"Hi Quinn."

The girl turns at the sound of her name, rolling her eyes as she spins. She just stares at intruder, unlit cigarette resting on her bottom lip, waiting for the other girl to talk.

"Um, I heard from Mr Schue that you'd quit glee and I was just wondering if…"

"I'm not coming back Berry." Quinn interrupts, already turning her back on Rachel.

"Quinn, you have a beautiful voice, you belong in that choir room."

"Then why do I never get any solos, why do I have to spend every day sat there for an hour watching you or Kurt or Mercedes belt out some shitty song from a musical no one's ever even heard of?" She demands, spinning round so fiercely that the brunette takes a step back away from her.

"Um, well actually Funny Girl is a very popular musical…" Rachel tries to reason before shaking her head to get her thoughts back on track.. "However, I am willing to relinquish one or two solos a week to the less confident members in the club, such as yourself, if you were willing to return."

"Relinquish? Are you just a walking thesaurus? Why not just say 'give up' like a normal teenager? Also do you really think I'd be swayed that easily?" The ex-cheerleader spits, moving to light the cigarette she'd been holding since her conversation began.

"Um, can you not light that while I'm here? It's really bad for your vocal chords and I suggest you quit before you get too dependent on them."

"I can do what I like Berry, if you don't like it, leave."

The diva huffs and stalks away, obviously disappointed by the outcome of the discussion and Quinn can't help but watch her go, her eye-line drifting down to her swaying hips.

Woah, what was that? Why was I just about to eye-fuck the dwarf?

She shivers at the thought and finally lights her cigarette, sighing and trying to get Rachel out of her head.


"Good afternoon baby girl, how was your first day of senior year?"

"Not now Daddy." Rachel huffs, dropping her keys and stomping up the stairs.

"That good huh?" Hiram Berry mutters to himself before returning to his study, allowing his daughter time to strop.

Rachel reaches her bedroom and slams the door behind her, annoyed at how bad her day was.

How is it only the first day and I'm already wanting it to end?

The day had started off alright, minus the confusing wink from Quinn, but ever since she walked away from Kurt, things started going downhill. Firstly, she was late to her first period because she happened to be the first glee kid that a jock, who's name she didn't know, spotted and she ended up covered in grape slushy. Then she didn't manage to have a decent lunch because the school board decided that providing vegan friendly meals wasn't worth the extra money so she had to make do with a slightly soggy salad which she had to eat alone as Kurt was off campus with Blaine and well, she was single so didn't feel like sitting with Mike, Tina, Sam and Mercedes. Finally, she'd had that unpleasant and unsuccessful conversation with Quinn after school. So all in all, as first days go, it was pretty terrible.

There was also the strange feeling she got when Quinn stood close to her, it wasn't the usual feeling she got whenever the taller girl was nearby but something different, something new.

It was this feeling that made Rachel more determined to get Quinn back into the glee club and make one final attempt at becoming her friend.


Santana was in heaven right now, she was lying on her back on her bed with Brittany cuddled up to her side. She should be thinking about the blonde beside her, but instead her thoughts were on another blonde, or at least, she used to be blonde.

"Britt?" She calls, wondering if the other girl was still awake.

"Yeah?"

"I need your help with something."

"Are we going public?" The dancer asks, lifting her head to look at Santana.

"No, I can't deal with that right now, I need to tell my parents before anything. I need help with Quinn."

"I was wondering how long that would take." Brittany laughs, resting her head back down on the other girl's shoulder.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you were lost in thought ever since Mr Schue mentioned her in glee earlier. It's cute how much you care about her San."

"What? I don't care about her, I just want more solos." The Latina reasons.

"Sure. Anyway how exactly do you want me to help?"

"Well no one can say no to you Britt, can you just talk to her?"

"I'll try, but it'll cost you." The blonde winks, moving to straddle Santana.

"Oh yeah? How much?"

"About half an hour of kisses."

"That I can do." Santana smirks, guiding Brittany's lips down to hers and losing herself in the kiss.


Brittany skips into school and makes a beeline for Quinn's locker. The girl is already there, sorting out her books when the cheerleader approaches.

"Hey Q, I didn't see you yesterday."

"Yeah well I'm in all AP classes and I quit cheerios and glee so it's not surprising." Quinn points out.

"Why?"

"Er, which part are you questioning?"

"Why did you quit glee, you love glee." Brittany clarifies.

"Not you too, I just don't need glee anymore, why can't people understand that?" Quinn snaps, slamming her locker and walking away.

Brittany follows her. "You may not need it, but surely you still want it?"

The pink haired girl stops walking and turns to face the other girl, but she doesn't answer.

"Come back to glee Quinn, we miss you." The dancer adds before turning and leaving.


Stifling a yawn, Rachel opens her textbook. She barely slept last night with so much on her mind. She was surprisingly fine with it at the time, happy to have the time to think, but now she was starting to regret it as it was only second period and she was already struggling to keep her eyes open. It didn't help that the class was calculus and she wasn't very good at it so really needed to pay attention.

The brunette was just about to give in to her need to sleep when she's jolted back to reality by someone sitting in the seat to her left.

"Don't get too excited short stack, it was the only available seat."

Rachel tries to calm herself as the feeling from last night comes flooding back whilst she studies Quinn's profile.

"Um, right, no, that's fine."

"I wasn't asking for your permission Berry."

The singer redirects her attention to the front of the classroom as the teacher starts writing some equations on the board, instructing the class to differentiate them.

The two girls focus on the task but Rachel can sense that she's being watched.

"You may want to check number 3." Quinn mumbles.

"Oh, thanks." Rachel replies, turning her attention back to the 3rd equation, begging herself to see what she did wrong.

"You're missing a negative." The ex-cheerleader laughs.

Rachel finds herself smiling at the sound. "Right thanks, because cosine differentiates to minus sine." She says, explaining to herself how she went wrong whilst also trying to prove to Quinn that she wasn't completely useless.

Risking a glance at the other girl, she finds Quinn smiling at her but as soon as they make eye contact they both panic and look away.

"Quinn."

"Yeah?"

"I may have forgotten the quotient rule." Rachel blushes.

Quinn laughs lightly before sliding her notes over for the brunette to glance at.

"Thanks." She mutters.


Quinn leaves her calculus lecture with a smile on her face.

"What you smiling at Q?"

Quinn turns to find Ronnie, one of the skanks, approaching her.

"Don't call me that, and I was just thinking about someone... something, I was thinking about something."

"Who?"

The hazel-eyed girl sighs. "No one. Where are the others?"

"In the bathroom down the hall, Shelia caught one of those glee nerds trying to flush the cigarettes we kept stashed in there. Want to do the honours?"

"Um." Quinn hesitates, not ready to be a bitch to one of her old friends. "No you go ahead, I gotta stop at my locker before the end of break."

"Come on Quinn, prove your loyalty to the skanks."

The girl can't think up an excuse quickly enough and reluctantly allows Ronnie to pull her down the hall.

You can do this. Just apologise to them later, maybe even pop in the glee rehearsal to do it. No, if you go to glee you'll never leave. Just be the HBIC you were in Freshman year. You've got this.

After her little pep talk to herself she pushes open the bathroom door, prepared to just get though the experience.

What she wasn't prepared for, however, was to come face to face with Rachel.

"I should've known." Quinn chuckles.

She watches as Rachel gulps and glances around the bathroom but she's surrounded, with Shelia and 'The Mack' on one side, Ronnie on the other and Quinn in front of her.

"I was just trying to save you." She tries to explain.

"I don't need saving Berry, how many times am I going to have to say that this year? You, Santana and Brittany need to stop trying to 'fix' my life. I'm fine, I'm finally happy." Quinn lies, she was far from happy.

Over the summer she thought she'd found happiness but since she's been back at school she realised that she wants one more thing, she just couldn't figure out what was missing. Little did she know, that 'thing' was standing in front of her now.

"Everyone out." She barks. "Not you Berry."

The three other girls exchange glances before catching sight of Quinn's expression and swiftly leaving the bathroom.

"Quinn, I…"

"Don't apologise."

"I wasn't going to." Rachel shrugs. "I have nothing to apologise for. Unless you'd like to me say sorry for looking out for my friend."

"We're not friends." Quinn argues weakly.

"Really? It didn't seem that way last period. You were making conversation just as much as I was, if not more. Plus you voluntarily helped me when I got stuck."

The taller girl takes a deep breath as Rachel approaches her, trying to deny what she was feeling.

"So, what's my punishment?"

"What?"

"My punishment, for trying to flush your stash." The singer asks.

"Oh, um, don't worry about it. Just don't tell the others that I let you go."

"The other glee kids or the other skanks?"

"Both."

Rachel smiles briefly before picking up her bag and moving passed Quinn to the door, leaving the other girl to get lost in her thoughts.

Shit.


She should've seen this coming. She was never really attracted to Finn, Puck or Sam when she'd dated them. It was more just for convenience and popularity. Though at the time she assumed it was because they were just childish and not her type, not that it was due to the fact they were boys. Thinking about it now, it should've been more obvious, the boys couldn't have been more different from each other so it had nothing to do with her 'type' it was to do with their gender. She would have never even considered sleeping with Puck if she wasn't drunk and the thought of sleeping with any guy since has creeped her out.

As she paced her room she looked back over the past two days. At the time she didn't know why she'd winked at Rachel and by the look on her face, Rachel didn't either. It was obvious now, it was as if her brain was trying to tell her something. She also had been getting a weird feeling in her stomach every time the brunette was around her, and she was unable to stop herself from making conversation with Rachel during calculus, secretly grinning every time she made the other girl laugh.

But Quinn wasn't going to accept this, she wasn't even going to admit it to herself. She was going to embrace her inner HBIC and just ignore the girl and soon the feeling would just go away… right?


Wrong.