Rachel was worried, Quinn hadn't been herself ever since she went to her house; she was also confused because she honestly thought they had had a good time and that Quinn had enjoyed herself. But Quinn had been quiet, more than usual, and even though she was smiling Rachel could tell that she was sad, her eyes didn't smile when her mouth did. She wanted so bad to ask her what happened but she was a little bit scared that maybe it was that she didn't want to be her friend anymore, and well, now Rachel was sad too so she didn't really play during recess and she didn't get excited when the teacher told them they could draw for the remainder of the day.

She and Quinn sat in their seats, next to each other, not really talking and not really drawing either. So after a long time of silence –a long time according to a 7-year-old Rachel Berry–, Rachel turned around, with her biggest, brighter, most practiced smile and broke the silence.

"Lucy, if you don't want to be friends anymore I understand, I am aware that not everyone might be okay with me having two dads and not a dad and a mom, so if you don't feel comfortable being my friend anymore don't feel bad, but I would appreciate it if you told me. Honesty is important, you know?"

Rachel waited, but when Quinn remained silent she started talking again.

"Or, maybe it's just me. Some classmates, and even some teachers, have said I talk too much, and that sometimes I'm too loud and a little intense, so maybe you just don't want to be my friend anymore because of that."

Quinn looked up and turned to Rachel so quick that she startled the little brunette girl.

"No, Rach. That's not true. You are my best friend and I want you to always be my best friend, and I really like your dads, they're kind and sweet and they were really nice to me."

"So, what is it, Lucy? Did you not like going to my house? Because if you didn't like it you can tell me and we can go to your house instead or-"

Quinn looked away and said, sadly.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?"

Quinn shrugged and kept her eyes away from Rachel's.

"My father said I wasn't allowed to go to your house anymore. He didn't really say why but he looked a little upset when he said it and I am not to argue with him about his decisions."

Rachel slumped a little, she was trying to come up with a good reason as to why Russel Fabray didn't want her going to her house anymore.

"Is it, because of my dads?"

Quinn shrugged.

"But…"

Rachel's voice was softer than usual, maybe a little insecure.

"But, you still wanna be friends?"

After about 5 seconds, Quinn met Rachel's eyes again and nodded shyly, making the little girl smile. Rachel took Quinn's hand and intertwined their fingers.

"Then we will be best friends forever, Lucy. No matter what anyone says."

Quinn smiled, and this time Rachel felt happy because her friend's beautiful hazel eyes were smiling too. She knew that they would really be friends forever.