Update, yay. I know this chapter is kind of scattered. Its almost like the in between scenes from the rest of the superbowl episode. With an alternative ending. So again hope you like it.

The dance lesson in Zombie Camp was over. The club and football players just finished listening to Mr. Shuster's lesson on zombie makeup. He asked the glee girls to help the football players on applying the makeup. Rachel rolled her eyes as she took a seat in front of the mirrors. She was hoping if a football player came to her for help, it was one of the glee football players. But unfortunately, no such luck. Sam, Finn and Artie were doing their own make up. Mike was getting help from Santana, and Puck was MIA.

Rachel was opening the makeup and, she looked in the mirror and saw Azimio in the reflection. She stopped all her movements and stared at Azimio. Her heart was racing, and her hands were sweaty. She was hoping he wouldn't dare sit with her. Quinn was sitting at the station next Rachel. She noticed that Rachel's movements stopped, and looked over at her. Her face was hard, and was staring in the mirror. She turned around and saw Azimio staring at her through the mirror.

"Azimio," Quinn said breaking the staring contest.

He looked over at the blonde cheerleader and walked over to Quinn, staring her down as he sat at her station instead. Then a blonde football player, who Rachel didn't recognize, sat at her station. She stared at him for a few minutes, trying to place him.

"Have you ever thrown a slushy at me?" Rachel asked the boy with her hands on her hips.

He shook his head.

"Are you lying to me?" she asked.

"No, I've never thrown a slushy at you," he responded.

"What about the other glee club members?"

He looked down at his hands. "I was involved in the group slushy on Artie."

"Go apologize," Rachel ordered pointing to her friend at the end of the mirrors.

"What?"

"I said, go apologize to Artie."

"If I don't?"

"Then you're on your own with the zombie makeup," Rachel replied.

"What you can't do that," the blonde boy said.

"Oh yes I can."

"Coach," the football player yelled standing up.

Coach Beiste made her way over to the player. "What is it Robertson?"

"She won't help me with my zombie makeup," he said pointing to Rachel.

"I did not say that," Rachel said taking a step to stand next to him.

"Ok, then what did you say?" Mr. Shue said making his way over.

At this point all the students turned their attention to Rachel and Robertson.

"I merely asked him if he ever slushied me and anyone in glee club. He said he slushied Artie, and asked him to apologize before helping him with his makeup," Rachel said in one breath. "It's actually a reasonable request being as my safe haven is being intruded by the very people who have been torturing me for the last two years."

Mr. Shuster and Coach Beiste looked at each other and shrugged. "Robertson," Coach Beiste started. "Go apologize to your team mate. No wait. All my boys who have ever thrown a slushy at any of the glee club members are to apologize to that person."

The players groaned. "NOW!" Coach Beiste yelled.

The players all got up and rummaged around the room; apologizing to the glee club members who received a slushy facial by their hand. Rachel got the most apologies, and one ex-player didn't really apologize. After another player did he simply said yea. Rachel didn't say anything. She didn't expect one from Azimio, she actually preferred if the boy ignored her existence.

Finally everyone was sitting down having makeup applied. Robertson was being civil to Rachel. He was trying his best to be nice and not push the girl over the edge. Quinn was paying attention to the conversations going on behind her. She was preparing to jump Robertson if he said anything out of line.

"Quinn," Azimio said breaking Quinn from her concentration.

"What?" she snapped.

He took a deep breath trying to keep from snapping at her. "I asked if the rumors were true."

Quinn's heart started to race. "What rumors?" she asked, keeping her voice level.

"About you and Rachel," he said.

Quinn looked over her shoulder at Rachel. How could he know? We've only kissed behind closed doors in our houses. Did she say something? We agreed to wait until I was ready. Oh god, what am I gonna do? Play it cool, don't say anything. Find out exactly what he knows. Quinn thought to herself.

"What about Rachel and me?" Quinn finally asked.

"That you two are good friends now. Never thought we'd see that happen. I mean most of the slushies I've thrown at her were from your orders," Azimio answered.

Quinn stopped herself from taking a deep breath. "Well yea, we're friends. Ya know traumatic events can change people."

He nodded, "So… how is she?"

Quinn let out a sarcastic laugh, "Like you care."

"Maybe not like you do, but I do have a moral code. I don't agree with what Karofsky did. And every day I regret not stopping him."

"You regret it because you got kicked off the team," Quinn countered.

"No. I may give you glee losers a hard time, but my parents raised me right. I'd never strike a girl, or force myself on them."

"I think you're done," Quinn sat back throwing the makeup and brush on the table. She turned her attention to the mirror and started to apply makeup to herself. She felt Azimio still sitting next to her and staring. She looked at him and saw something different about the boy. His eyes showed sorrow, and were generally sorry. She could see the guilt in his eyes.

Quinn took a deep breath and threw the brush on the table, and turned to look at the football player. "She's doing as good as can be expected. That is all I'm going to say," Quinn threw up her hands in defeat.

"Can you tell her I'm sorry?" Azimio asked.

"No, that is something you have to tell her yourself."

Azimio looked past Quinn to the petite singer sitting behind her. She laughed at something Robertson said. He got up and took a step towards Rachel. Quinn turned her attention back to the mirror, and watch Azimio in the reflection. She watched him walk past the girl and leave the choir room.

Quinn took a deep breath before returning back to zombifying herself. She looked to her right, catching Rachel's eye. She gave her a small smile as she continued to apply makeup.

"Hey," Rachel said taking the seat that Azimio once occupied. The students were gradually filing out of the choir room once their makeups were finished.

Quinn put down her materials. She wanted to try and put as much details as in as possible. Without looking scary or freaky like the boys. "Hey," she said turning her attention to Rachel. "So how was Robertson?"

"He was fine."

"He didn't say anything that would require me to kick his ass?" Quinn asked

Rachel playfully hit Quinn's knee. "No. He was actually treating me like a human being. It's weird."

"Yea I know what you mean."

"How was Azimio?" Rachel asked.

Quinn shrugged. "He wanted to talk about you."

"About me?"

"Yes. Apparently he feels bad about what happened to you."

"I find that hard to believe. If he felt bad then he shouldn't be attacking the rest of the club," Rachel countered.

Quinn grasped Rachel's hand.

"Hey Q," Santana yelled behind her.

Quinn looked over her shoulder.

"Come on," Santana motioned for her to follow.

"I guess I should get going. We have some things to talk about," Quinn said standing.

Rachel stood with her and opened her arms. Quinn gave her a quick hug before following the other cheerios.

Quinn was lying on her bed staring at the ceiling. She never felt so miserable. Coach Sylvester gave Quinn, Santana, and Brittany an ultimatum. They had to choose between glee and cheerios. The conflict was there before, but missing the halftime show didn't mean they were automatically out of glee. But Sue made it that way. The three didn't even discuss any more about their decision.

Santana was the first to sign the resignation form. Brittany followed suit. She still followed Santana like a lost puppy. Brittany held the form and pen waiting for Quinn to take it. She took one look at Brittany's face, and her heart broke. She couldn't let her friend get killed. Quinn has been fighting for Brittany since the day they were shown the cannon. Santana did care about Brittany, but she wasn't good at expressing her feelings. Quinn signed the paper, and the three made their way to the Spanish teacher's room. Quinn handed the piece of paper to Mr. Shuster without a word.

Quinn's heart broke more when she handed the paper to her teacher. She loved glee club, and wanted to be there for Rachel. She still wasn't ready to give up everything she had reworked for this year.

News of the cheerios' resignation from glee had traveled fast. It wasn't long before Finn was jumping on Quinn again. She was pissed with the boy who did the same thing a year ago. However Quinn felt he was right when he called her weak. She was willing to make herself and Rachel miserable to be able to stay at the top. But what no one knew was the other reason she choose cheerios. Quinn was surprised that Sam learned his lesson from the last time Finn flipped out on her. He actually stood up for her when Finn called her weak. It was actually pathetic seeing the two boys shove each other like they were five.

Quinn heard a knock on her door. She turned her attention to the now open door seeing the girl she was falling for.

"Hey," Rachel said in small voice, stepping inside. She closed the door behind her.

Quinn sat up, and moved to the edge of the bed. "Hey," she replied.

Rachel walked over to Quinn and sat down next to her. She took one look into Quinn's eyes, and started to cry. Quinn heart broke for the third time that day. She wrapped her arms around the small girl, moving her hand up and down her back.

Rachel abruptly pulled away and started to beat on Quinn's chest. "How could you leave? How can you leave me with the football players?"

Quinn tried to grasp Rachel's wrists. When she finally did, Rachel was fighting her grasp, pulling away from the blonde. Rachel was standing in front of Quinn, continuing to pull away.

"Why is it you won't let me go, but still continue to choose me last?" Rachel yelled.

Tears were now rolling down Quinn's face. "I'm sorry," the cheerleader finally said unintentionally loosening her grip.

"You're sorry?" Rachel yelled. She was finally able to pull herself free.

"She's sorry," Rachel yelled as she turned away from Quinn. She turned her attention back to Quinn. "Sorry makes everything better doesn't it. It just wipes away everything someone does that was wrong. So now everything is better."

Rachel shook her head and started to make her way to the door. Quinn got up from the bed, and ran in front of her, pressing her back against the exit. Rachel tried to push Quinn out of the way, but was unsuccessful. Quinn grasped Rachel by the cheeks, crashing their lips together. She tried to put all her feelings for Rachel into that kiss.

"You're not last," Quinn said when she let go of Rachel's face.

The brunette shook her head, and slapped Quinn across the face. "Don't stand there and lie to me Quinn. You're still dating Sam which means you choose him over me. Then you choose the cheerios over glee. You can't say you choose me first."

"In my heart you're first. Every action I do I think of you first. How it's going to affect you. And I didn't just choose cheerios over glee. I choose to help keep my friend safe."

"What?" Rachel asked confused.

"Yes, you didn't give me a chance to speak. Santana choose the cheerios over glee. Which meant Brittany would go along with Santana. Coach Sylvester made a crayon card from 'the human cannon.' She was trying to guilt Brittany into being shot from the cannon. I can't let that happen. We both know Brittany isn't smart, and is very gullible. I'm the only person that has stood up for her and will."

"Why didn't you say that to Finn?" Rachel asked.

"Because he wouldn't have believed me if I did," Quinn replied. "Remember last year, he choose football over glee. I'll admit that I am weak. A part of me isn't ready to let all the hard work I did this year go."

"I'm sorry for you Quinn. I hope you are happy with your decision," Rachel said reaching for the doorknob.

"I'm not and you know it."

"Well you only have yourself to blame, and now you must live with the consequences."

"Which are…?" Quinn egged.

"You'll see," Rachel said motioning for Quinn to move. The blonde did as Rachel wanted. She opened the door, and stepped out. Before closing the door behind her she turned to Quinn. "In case you haven't heard, all the football players that aren't in glee quit. So as of right now, there is no halftime show. You're beloved coach finally got what she wanted. No more glee club and no more football. Who are you going to cheer for now?"

Rachel left, slamming the door behind her.

Rachel avoided Quinn for the next few days. She had been spending more time with Kurt. This meant she was spending more time with Mercedes and Blaine. Rachel wasn't complaining, it allowed the two McKinley divas to become friends. Rachel needed the support now that Quinn was no longer in glee. The foursome always met up at Lima Bean. It was the only place the girls could find Kurt. Blaine had given Rachel an idea to help her ex-boyfriend.

The tension at McKinley was high. The glee kids felt like they were walking on eggshells. Rachel was happy the football players were no longer in her safe haven, but she still felt bad. She missed Quinn, and felt bad for her friends. The boys had worked so hard all year, and were so close to blurring the line between glee and football.

The idea from Blaine occurred when he pointed out the team only needed four more players in order to play on Saturday. Rachel got the glee girls together to convince them to join the team. Lauren was the easiest to convince. She wanted to bring the pain. Mercedes and Tina needed more persuasion. When Rachel clarified they didn't need to actually play, just be a body there so the boys could play, they agreed.

Rachel was excited for the game tomorrow. She just left the choir room and got the agreement from the boys and Coach Beiste to play in the championship. She was at her locker getting her books when she heard the familiar voice, "Hey."

Rachel turned around seeing Quinn. Her eyes were dark from lack of sleep, and puffy like she had just been crying. "Hey," Rachel said quietly.

"I tried calling you."

"I know. I was avoiding you," Rachel pointed out.

"Yea, I figured. I can't stand the thought of you mad at me," Quinn said trying to choke back tears.

Rachel felt bad. She wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck pulling her into a hug. "I was mad at you," Rachel whispered. She pulled out of the hug and held on to Quinn's hands. "But I'm not anymore. I mean the football players aren't in glee anymore."

Quinn smiled at the news.

"And you're going to miss an epic game tomorrow." Rachel continued.

"I thought there weren't enough players to play tomorrow."

"There wasn't. But luckily for McKinley, they had four people just sign up so they have just enough people to play tomorrow," Rachel pointed out.

"Who was brave enough to cross the picket line?" Quinn asked in disbelief.

"Let's see," Rachel paused for dramatic effect. She placed her finger on her chin, "Lauren, Mercedes, Tina and me."

Quinn's mouth dropped. "What?"

"You heard me."

"But…you…football…small…" Quinn managed to say.

Rachel smiled at the cheerleader. "Yes, that is true."

Quinn placed her hands on Rachel's biceps. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

"That's sweet, but don't worry I'll be ok," Rachel reassured. She gave Quinn a hug and started to walk away. She took two steps before turning back to Quinn, "Thanks."

"For what?" Quinn asked.

"Your concern and respecting me as a woman," Rachel started.

"Always," Quinn replied

Quinn arrived early on Saturday. The bus for Regionals was set to leave minutes before the halftime show started. Quinn made her way to the football field. She stood at the end of the bleachers on the visitor's side. She wanted to see the glee girls break social norms. Also to make sure Rachel stayed safe. After a few minutes she saw the four girls walk across the field. Quinn was able to figure out Lauren, being the biggest player in every way with the number 79 on her chest and back. Mercedes was the other one who stuck out, with the number 71.

Quinn wasn't exactly sure who was 8 and 1. She knew they were Tina and Rachel, but was too far away to tell which one was which. They both have dark hair, and about the same size. It didn't help that all the girls had their hair in French braid pigtails.

The players all got into position for the first play. Quinn laughed when she saw one of the petite girls stick her leg out to the side when she crouched down. Quinn knew that girl was Rachel, but couldn't see the number. From her angle Finn blocked it. She watched as the ball was snapped. Lauren tacked down one of the players on the other team. The rest of the girls all lied on their stomach. Quinn laughed again. She realized that Rachel wasn't lying when she said she had nothing to worry about.

The half was almost over. McKinley was losing horribly. Quinn looked at her phone to see the time. Also saw the many calls and texts messages from Santana. Quinn turned and started to walk towards the parking lot when she heard cheers coming from the other side of the field. She turned to see 8 running down the field holding the football. She couldn't help but cheer but then… the girl was tackled by white and orange with the number 4 on his back.

Everyone stopped. Quinn felt her heart in her throat. She saw Coach Beiste run onto the field with the medic. Number 8 was not getting up. Quinn was getting worried. What if that was Rachel on the ground? What if she was severely hurt? Or worse? Quinn thought to herself. She couldn't wait. The cheerleader started running towards the group of people. When she reached the middle of the field 8 was standing, and everyone took off their helmets. Quinn was a few yards away when she saw Rachel take off her helmet. The cheerleader tackled the girl, wrapping her arms around her waist picking her up.

"You're ok. Are you hurt? Who was it?" Quinn asked examining the girl.

"Quinn what are you doing here?" Rachel asked.

The cheerleader ignored the question. She finally saw the number on Rachel's chest. She saw the number realized the girl that was tackled was Tina. Quinn turned to look and see the small girl sit on the bench. She smiled to see the girl was ok, and also that it wasn't Rachel tackled.

"Quinn," Rachel said waving her hand in front of Quinn's face. "What are you doing here?" she asked again.

Quinn turned her attention back to Rachel. She opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by her phone ringing again. She was thankful for the interruption. She pulled it out of her pocket to see Santana on the screen again. Quinn respectfully held up a finger to Rachel saying 'hold on.'

"Hello," Quinn said into the phone.

"Q, where the fuck are you? B is freaking out. She signed the consent." Santana said on the other side.

"What? When?" Quinn yelled in disbelief.

"If you answered your phone the first time I called you, then you'd know the answer. Coach got Brittany to sign it minutes before we had to meet to load the bus. Now get your ass over here."

"Ok, I'm on my way," Quinn said hanging up. "I'm sorry I have to go. Coach got Brittany to sign the consent to be shot from the cannon." Quinn quickly hugged Rachel and began walking backwards. "I'll call you later." Then she turned and began running towards the parking lot.

Rachel was still standing in the middle of the field, confused as to what just happened.

"We're still in this," Finn said behind the girl.

Rachel turned around. "Give it up Finn. Our only chance of redemption is to kick butt at the halftime show."

The girls were making their way to the locker room.

"I can't believe we won," Tina said to the group.

"I know. We finally won a conference championship. Maybe the slushies will decrease," said Rachel.

"Maybe," Mercedes said. "So Quinn, what is Coach Sylvester gonna do without her stars?"

"I don't know. She was pretty pissed when we walked away. She knows she lost, she said it herself without us she had no show. So the potential for her cruelty against all of us is bound to increase," Quinn replied.

"Screw her. We kicked butt at the halftime show. And the football team finally one. She got what she deserved for what she wanted to do to Britt," Santana chimed in.

The girls got their things, and made their way out. They all decided to get rid of the zombie make up at home. Quinn walked out with Rachel.

"Do you need a ride home?" Quinn asked Rachel.

"I came with my dads. So no," Rachel replied.

Quinn frowned. "Let me rephrase, would you like a ride home?"

"Why did you come?" Rachel asked changing the subject.

"What?" Quinn asked off guard.

"Why did you come to the game?"

"I wanted to see you play. Make sure you didn't get hurt." Quinn lowered her voice, "Plus I have a thing for uniforms."

Rachel couldn't help but smile at the comment. "And why did you come back, for the halftime show?"

"Finn convinced us to choose happiness over popularity. Brittany was the first one to give up cheerios. Knowing she was safe helped me walk away. And Santana is still pissed about being demoted."

Rachel laughed. "Yea that sounds like Santana."

"Come on," Quinn said grasping Rachel's hand. "Let me drive you home."

Rachel smiled at the gesture. "Ok," she whispered.

Monday came and everyone was still talking about the win on Saturday. Rachel was getting her books when she felt a presence behind her. She knew it wasn't Quinn, the person was bigger. She slowly turned around seeing Azimio standing behind her again.

"Azimio," said Rachel.

"Rachel," he replied.

"Saw you got to play Saturday," Rachel pointed out. She didn't want to provoke the boy. She decided if she was civil, maybe he'd actually say what he wanted. At least once a week he was standing behind Rachel or staring at her since December. She just wanted it to stop.

He smiled and looked at his feet. "Yea, when she saw the team come together for the halftime show. She allowed all of us to play, me included."

"Well congrats on the win."

"Thanks," he said to his feet. "Listen Rachel, I've been trying to find the best way to talk to you."

"Ok, so spill."

"I'm sorry," Azimio mumbled, so inaudible Rachel couldn't hear.

"Either speak up or move on," Rachel said slamming her locker.

"I said I'm sorry," Azimio yelled. Rachel stopped all movements and stared at Azimio. "What Karofsky did was over the top. Yea we humiliate you glee losers, and get into fights with the football glee losers. But physically hurting a girl, hell no, especially not what he was going to do. It's, ya know, against my moral code. I'm sorry for what he almost did. And I'm sorry for not being able to stop him."

The bell rang, and the students were emptying the hallway. Rachel gave Azimio a small smile. "Thank you Azimio."

Azimio gave Rachel a nod and headed to class. Rachel stayed in the hallway a little while longer. She looked across the hall seeing Quinn leaning up against the lockers in one of her dresses.

"Hey," Rachel said making her way over.

"Hey."

"What are you doing over here?" Rachel asked.

"I saw Azimio talking to you. I was making sure you were ok," the ex-cheerleader replied.

"I'm fine. He apologized."

"Did you forgive him?"

Rachel shrugged. "I don't feel anger towards him anymore. And the fear is gradually subsiding."

"That's good. I'm happy you're doing better."

"So how does it feel being out of uniform?" Rachel asked to keep the conversation going.

"Weird, did turn a couple heads," Quinn replied. "So I had fun Saturday night."

Rachel took another step closer to the blonde, "Yea, me too."

Quinn instinctively placed her hands on her hips. Rachel placed her hands on Quinn's neck, as the gap between them closed; sharing a tender kiss before heading their separate ways for class.