A/N: Hey folks, it's me, again, after being away for so long... as always. Thank you for being here and reading this. I've been away for so long I am rusty, but I've made my resolution to update and finish my open stories. I have more ideas but instead of just having a ton of open stories, I'll finish these ones first. I hope you like this. As always, comments are welcomed and appreciated.

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"I have to go now."

Anna looks at me, with those brown and understanding eyes, and nods.

"Okay."

I help her get off the couch, put on my shoes and walk to the door, she opens it for me and I step out of her apartment.

"Uhm… Thanks, Anna. For, well, I don't know. Just-"

I stutter, there's a knot in my throat and I lower my head, she puts her hand on my arm, gently, and smiles at me when I look at her.

"I had a great time."

She hugged me quickly and then waved goodbye; I was almost at the elevator when she spoke again.

"Oh, and Quinn? I put my number in your phone, if you ever want to hang out again."

I smile and nod, the elevator door closes and I am alone again. I take a deep breath, exhale shakily and rest my head against the cool mirror wall. When I leave the building I realize that I don't know how we got here, or where exactly "here" is. I run my hand through my hair and sigh, at least I know I didn't take my car so I won't have go to the bar for it, so I just get a taxi back ho-… back to the apartment.

I get there, close the door, throw my keys on the little table by the door and hear the echo of their clinging bouncing through all the walls, and then, silence; if there is one thing I'll never get used to is the silence. I see the phone light blinking and I press it to hear the voicemail.

"Hey, Q-"

I erase it, Santana is going to apologize but I know she doesn't need to do that, I know what she meant, what she was trying to do, I'm just not ready to listen. I turn on the lights and see all that's in front of me, the mess, the emptiness, the disorganization. Rachel would've never allowed our home to look like this. Pillows and sheets thrown on the couch, dirty dishes, dirty floor, the bedroom hasn't really been touched ever since… Rachel would never allow this, so I start cleaning, Rachel always said she felt better after cleaning, and while I'm washing the dishes I begin to understand why, it gives you a sense of direction, and heavens know I need one right now.

I clean up room by room, I know it's not as clean as it would be if Rachel was cleaning but I'm doing my very best, but the worst is yet to come: the bedroom; the memories. I don't really know what time it is, but there's no more light coming in through the windows so I turn on the bedroom light, and the sight hits me like a fucking train; everything looks so perfectly warm, so soft, and I can do nothing but stand there, holding on to the door as my eyes fill up with tears.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Rachel and I were still tiptoeing around each other since regionals, I wanted to fix it, say something, make it good again, but I was at a point where every speech I could think about ended in:

"I'm in love with you."

And I wasn't sure how Rachel would react to that, there had been some bits and moments in which it could seem that she also had feelings for me but, it was me, and it was Rachel, and there was the past and history and everything that had happened with us, between us, everything that I had ever done, and what if Rachel was just being Rachel with me, always kind and forgiving, and I was just twisting it all and if I said something everything would be gone forever?

But, then again, what if I kept quiet and she drifted away to the point when I also lost her?

It felt as if everything was at stake, as I stood outside her room trying to muster the courage to knock on the door, my heart raced and my hands were ticklish, and it made me laugh.

"All this Rachel dramatic ways have really gotten to me."

I shook my head in amusement.

"Fuck it."

I knocked on the door and I heard her, distractedly, say to come in. I opened the door and there she was, perfect, beneath the warm lights of her bedroom, everything in place and shinning with a pink aura; it was all just so Rachel.

"Hi."

She nods without really answering and I know she's just probably just reading a new article, or a new lyric, so I waited for her to register it's me before going any further. I waited for like five minutes, or what I thought were five minutes, and I called out to her again.

"Rachel?"

That time she did register it was me, I knew this because of the speed she moved her neck to look at me and then fixed her hair before sitting up straight; cause no one could know that Rachel Berry slouches.

"Quinn. Come in."

We both avoided eye contact during the time it took me to go from the door to sitting at the foot of her bed, when I'm there she looked at me, with her big, brown eyes, and smiled. I melted inside, I didn't know if it was love but it felt like my blood turned into lava, hot and everywhere, making my throat dry. I knew all the diversions I could've taken to avoid talking about the subject, what was she watching, how has she been, has she written a new song, how's Finn, but my blood was boiling and I was hyperaware of myself, so I decided to just dice in.

"I'm sorry, Rachel. About the way I behaved and for the things I said, and the things I implied."

She kept quiet, just looking at me, her arms crossed in front of her chest, waiting.

"The truth is… it's that…"

I was choking, I needed air, I needed to just get the words out, so I looked away for a moment and took a deep breath. This was it. I looked at her again and her expression wasn't so harsh anymore.

"The truth is that I got jealous."

She raised her eyebrow and pursed her lips, she was holding back so that I could speak.

"I got jealous thinking about you and Finn, and singing and dancing and his giant body holding you."

She snorted and at that moment I knew we would be okay, at least until I got to the seriously nerve wrecking part of it all.

"I don't do well with conflicting emotions, Rachel, and I'm sorry you got caught in the crossfire… again."

She uncrossed her arms and reached out to my hand, I scooched over to that we were closer and she held my hand in hers and locked our fingers.

"You have nothing to be jealous about, Quinn."

Her voice was calm and reassuring, but I was still nervous, and she sensed it; she could always know exactly how I felt, I wondered if she could sense this too.

"Specially, when it comes to Finn."

She rubbed her thumb on the back of my hand and looked straight into my eyes.

"We're over, and we've been for a while now."

I swallowed and nodded, I felt relieved, lighter, I let out a shaky breath and she giggled.

"Come here, silly."

She signaled me with her head to come close, she gave me a big, Rachel hug and I almost cried. When she let go and turned to see me, our faces were so close, I could see every light reflected in her eyes, I could feel her breathing, so close, so fast, just an inch away. My lips just an inch away from heaven, and I saw her looking at my lips and then at my eyes, and then she touched my face and said, barely louder than a whisper:

"It's okay, we're okay."

I rested my forehead against hers and there was electricity all over and I understood. It just wasn't time yet, so we just put on a movie and lied there; together.