I'm not dead. I had a reader that fell in love with my rizzles and asked me to continue the sequel since it'd been about a year since I last updated. Which I didn't realize, then after valentine's episode I needed me some Faberry. I am determined to finish my stories. This one is top priority since I'm in episode 18 of the season, and I shouldn't be allowed to have more than 1 story open at a time. I'm almost done, and then it'll be done. Then I can get on with the Rizzles sequel. Anyways another part of Born this way, and since the episode is longer there will be more chapters for it. Also since it is the only time there is a Faberry duet on the show I had to put in I feel pretty/Unpretty. I did the best, I could. Anyways I hope you like it, and not too mad at me. Enjoy.

Since their last discussion Mr. Shue decided to have a week on acceptance. They had to sing songs about it, and at the end of the week they would be performing Lady Gaga's Born this way. For their costumes they had to make shirts that said what they liked least about them, ashamed, or wanted to change. Quinn and Rachel barely paid any attention. After glee they'd be heading to the surgeon's office. Rachel asked Quinn if she could get her nose. She couldn't say no to her girlfriend, and agreed. It pained her to see Rachel hate herself, and she knew part of the reason she did was because of she did to the small diva.

Next thing they knew they were sitting in the waiting room of the plastic surgeon. Quinn is trying to keep her mind busy, flipping through a magazine. Inside she is screaming for Rachel to stay the same, but can't.

Rachel leans towards Quinn, "Thanks for doing this."

Quinn smiled in response. "You're welcome. I'm still a bit surprised, but I'd do anything for you."

"I love you," Rachel replied, placing her hand on Quinn's knee.

Quinn smiled in response, and placed her hand over hers. "I love you too."

"What do you think about Lauren running for prom queen?"

"She isn't the stereotypical prom queen. They're normally the most popular girl, thin, athletic, etcetera," Quinn replied.

"But I think because she is different she may get a lot of votes."

"Maybe."

"Are you going to run for prom queen?" Rachel asked looking down at their hands.

Quinn shrugged in response.

"If I remember correctly being prom queen was pretty important to you at the beginning of the year," Rachel pushed.

"At the beginning of the year I didn't know I was gay, and I wasn't dating the most beautiful and talented girl in the school."

Rachel could feel her cheeks burn red. She moved closer to Quinn, leaving no space between them. "But wouldn't it be nice to do something from your old ways. You pushed me at regionals to feel like the old Rachel. To be the Rachel who was always pushing for her dreams. Why not be a little bit of the old Quinn? Striving to be on top, and didn't matter who got in her way."

Quinn let out a sigh. "I have dreamed of being prom queen since I was a little girl. It's expected of me. My grandmother, my mom and my sister were all prom queens. They kept saying, you only get one junior prom, and one senior prom. So make the best of it. But come on Rachel, be realistic. Who is going to vote for me? I'm not a cheerio anymore, and let's not forget I'm now a lesbian. Have you heard of a gay prom king or queen?"

"I haven't but you could be the first," Rachel countered.

"But I don't have a king," Quinn replied.

"Hmmm, just ask a male friend. Oh I know Finn. He's gained some popularity, which will help with votes. And he's always willing to help us out. Come on, it'd be fun. I'll even help campaign," Rachel said with a huge smile on her face.

Quinn mulled it over for a second. She saw how excited Rachel was and couldn't help but say, "Ok. I'll ask him."

Rachel wrapped her arms around Quinn for a quick hug. The doctor walked into the waiting room looking at a file. "So are we, uh, ready to pull the trigger?" he asked looking up.

Quinn and Rachel stood as he walked towards them. "No not… not quite yet," Rachel said raising her hand. "Um, I was kind of hoping that I could get an idea of what I might look like after the procedure. Um, you remember my girlfriend Quinn."

"Yes, the one with the beautiful nose. Very nice," he replied.

"Yeah, well, Rachel wants it," Quinn said looking over at her girlfriend.

"No problem. So I'll click some pics, make up some photo composites. We'll be ready to rock and roll," the doctor replied, motioning for them to follow.

Rachel had a look of fear on her face, letting out a sigh. Quinn took notice and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder gave her a big smile. They followed the doctor into an exam room. Rachel sat on the exam table while Quinn stood in front of a black screen. A woman came over and started taking pictures of Quinn. Quinn felt like a prisoner being told to stand facing forward, left then right. They were taking pictures of her nose from all angles. She started to think about the TLC song Unpretty. She started to sing it in her head. She found the song for her and Rachel to sing for the assignment.

I wish I could tie you up in my shoes, Make you feel unpretty, too. I was told I was beautiful, but what does that mean to you? Look into the mirror, who's inside there? The one with the long hair, same old me again today. Quinn looked over at Rachel sitting on the table.

Another one of the assistants came over and asked Rachel to lie back. She did as she was told and watched her grab a pen and walk around her. Rachel looked the laptop with the pictures of Quinn. Then she looked up at the ceiling as the assistant drew around her nose. Making marks for the surgery she was still seriously considering. She couldn't help the song that came into her head. She felt like Quinn was thinking it too.

My outsides are cool, my insides are blue. Every time I think I'm through, it's because of you. I've tried different ways, but it's all the same. At the end of the day, I have myself to blame. I'm just trippin.'

The session was over and the girls started to make their way out of the office. Quinn grabbed onto Rachel's hand as they walked out. Once outside Quinn decided to suggest her song. "I think we should sing Unpretty by TLC."

"That was all I could think of when we were in there. But we need to make it better, maybe a mash-up," Rachel suggested. They slid into Quinn's car, and began their drive to Rachel's.

"What song could go with Unpretty?"

Rachel smiled, "The song is about someone making them feel in a sense unpretty. So what if we mash it up with a song that is opposite."

"So a song where the person themselves is saying I'm pretty. So one person is saying you're not, and the other is saying no I am."

"Exactly."

"What song would that be?"

"I feel pretty of course. From West Side Story," Rachel finally answered.

The girls spent the evening hatching out the final details. Throughout the day they were practicing their parts. During History class while sitting together, going over there parts in the mind. Quinn was doing a touchup in the bathroom and couldn't help but think of the chorus. Finally it was the end of the day. They sat in front of their peers and sang the rest of the song.

Starting the song as they mentally did in the doctor's office. Then coming together, and harmonizing for parts of the chorus. "You can buy your hair if it won't grow."

"You can fix your nose if you say so," Quinn sang, while Rachel sang "ahh" in the background.

Together, "You can buy all the makeup that MAC can make. But if you can't look inside you."

Quinn, "Find out who am I to."

Together, "Be in a position to make me feel so."

Rachel took the last line of the chorus, "Damn unpretty."

Quinn started the mash-up song, "I feel pretty."

Rachel continued, "Oh so pretty."

Together, "I feel pretty and witty and bright."

Rachel started the next verse of Unpretty. She looked right into Quinn's eyes, remembering how she used to constantly tease her about her looks. Quinn would make her feel so ashamed. "Never insecure until I met you, now I'm bein stupid. I used to be so cute to me."

Quinn joined in, together singing, "Just a little bit skinny."

Quinn diverted her eyes from Rachel back to the group. Catching the eyes of her three ex-boyfriends as she sang, "Why do I look to all these things?"

Rachel joined Quinn, "To keep you happy."

Rachel took over, "Maybe get rid of you, and then I'll get back to me. Heeeey."

Rachel held hey while Quinn sang the next line. "My outsides look cool, my insides are blue. Every time I think I'm through, it's because of you."

Rachel, "I've tried different ways, but it's all the same. At the end of the day, I have myself to blame. Keep on trippin'"

Together, back at the chorus, "You can buy your hair if it won't grow."

"You can fix your nose if you say so," Quinn sang, while Rachel sang "ahh" in the background.

Together, "You can buy all the makeup that MAC can make. But if you can't look inside you."

Quinn, "Find out who am I to."

Together, "Be in a position to make me feel so."

Rachel sang, "Damn unpretty."

"I feel pretty," Quinn sang.

Rachel looked at her girlfriend as she sang, "Oh so pretty. I feel," Quinn joined in at the end of the line harmonizing, "Pretty and witty and bright."

"And I pity," Quinn sang alone.

"Any girl, who isn't me tonight," Rachel sang.

Quinn sang, "Oh, oh, oh," in the rhythm of Unpretty. While Rachel continued to sing, "tonight" three more times.

Rachel continued to sing I feel pretty while Quinn took on Unpretty at the same time.

Rachel, "I feel pretty." Quinn, "You can buy your hair if it won't grow."

Rachel, "Oh so pretty." Quinn, "You can fix your nose if you say so."

Rachel, "I feel pretty and witty and bright." Quinn, "You can buy all the make-up that MAC can make, but if."

They came together singing, "You can't look inside you."

Quinn again sang, "Find out who am I to." Rachel sang "ahh" in the background.

Together, "Be in a position to make me feel so."

Rachel again sang "Damn unpretty." Quinn at the same time sang "I feel pretty."

Then came together for the last line, "But unpretty."

Singing the last line of the song gave them both an overwhelming urge to cry, but they fought it. They looked at each other, and saw each other's glassy eyes. They ignored the applause and cheers. Quinn was the first to get up and gave Rachel a hug. "You are the most beautiful girl I know. I love you with all my heart. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel unpretty," Quinn whispered into her lover's ear.

The comment made a few tears escape Rachel's eyes. "Thank you Quinn. It means a lot to me coming from you."

The bell rang signaling the end of glee. Rachel nodded her head towards Finn before going to grab her bag. Quinn and Rachel talked more about going for prom queen again while practicing their mash-up. She loved Rachel, but sometimes she missed being on top at times. She would never admit to it, because being with Rachel meant so much more to her. And now Rachel was giving her permission to be a little bit of the old Quinn.

"Hey Finn," Quinn yelled before her ex had a chance to leave.

"Hey Quinn, you two did an amazing job."

"Thanks. I wanted to ask you something."

"Shoot," Finn said with a shrug.

"Will you by my prom king?"

"Run that by me again."

Quinn let out a sigh and sat down next to Finn. She glanced around the empty room, she saw her girlfriend just outside the choir room. She was waiting for Quinn but still giving her privacy. "Remember a few weeks ago at regionals, how I helped Rachel tap into her old self."

"Yea."

"Well Rachel wants me to do the same. I do miss being on top sometimes. And one thing I've always wanted was to be prom queen. Rachel is giving me permission to not only run for prom queen but to have you as my king."

"But I thought Rachel loves the new you."

"She does, but I guess she misses my competitiveness. Or this is her way of saying thank you. I don't know. But will you be my running mate?"

Finn looked over to the door, seeing Rachel poking her head in. He let out a sigh, "Have you managed to talk Rachel out of the nose job?"

Quinn turned and caught Rachel's eye. She gave Quinn a smile in response. Quinn turned back to Finn and shook her head. "I was kinda hoping the song would help. Make her see that she doesn't need to change because someone told her to."

"Do you think it worked?"

"I don't know."

"Why don't you just tell Rachel she doesn't need one?"

"I have, in my own way. I can't just stop her from having it done. I'm not her parent. I'm her girlfriend; I've tried telling her multiple times, in different ways that she is beautiful."

"If you're so against it then why did you agree to let Rachel use your nose?"

"I told Rachel that I would be by her side, that I would support her. I mean look at her," Quinn said turning towards the door. "How can you say no?"

Finn followed Quinn's gaze. He remembered how Rachel got him to do so many things, even when he didn't want to. "You're right," he said with a sigh.

"So, back to you being prom king," Quinn said changing the topic.

"Ok, you've got yourself a running mate."

Quinn let out a small squeal and gave Finn a hug. "Thank you," she said standing up. She grabbed her bag then Finn's arm.

"Where are we going?"

"We need to start campaigning now. We don't have much time before prom."

It didn't take long for the school to be covered in posters of Quinn and Finn. Rachel looked at one of the posters of her girlfriend and her ex. It was weird. A part of her wanted to be prom queen as well or at least run with Quinn instead of Finn. But she didn't think Ohio was read for a female king.

Rachel let out a sigh, and was about to turn and leave when she felt someone sneak their arms around her waist. She looked down and immediately knew who they belonged to.

"You photograph very well," Rachel informed her lover.

"I've been told I am very photogenic, but so are you. I've seen your many pictures throughout the yearbook. Are you sure you're ok with this? You looked so sad," Quinn replied in a soft voice.

Rachel turned around in Quinn's embrace. She leaned up placing a light kiss on Quinn's lips. "I'm not sad," Rachel clarified. "I'm in love."

Quinn smiled and gave Rachel another gentle kiss.

"She's got my vote," Quinn heard someone down the hallway. She turned to look for the person who said it.

"She's such an inspiration," Quinn heard from another voice from the same area. She saw three overweight girls say staring at one of the announcement boards.

"It's nice to see someone like me on a poster for a change," the last one said. Quinn's mouth dropped when she saw the poster.

"Excuse me Rachel," Quinn said letting go of her girl.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, you wanted a little bit of the old Quinn back. Well I'm just going to have a little chat with Lauren Zisis, my newest competition."

Next day at glee Finn sang I gotta be me. Once finished Rachel decided to show everyone the composites her doctor made.

"So, as all of you know, I've had a few consultations with a doctor who specializes in rhinoplasty," Rachel started hugging the folder.

Tina interrupted, "Yes we know. That's all any of us have been talking about. And we think it's a terrible idea."

Rachel was frustrated. "Okay. Blue eyes, you're such a hypocrite."

"I admit, yes, I don't like my eyes sometimes the shape, the color, but your self hatred Rachel, has helped me see the light."

Rachel felt hurt, "I love myself."

"Not enough, clearly," Tina countered. "When you get a nose job, when you change your eyes, when you bleach your freckles, you're just announcing to the world 'I don't like myself very much.' The drams of this week have made me realize, if I don't have many Asian sex symbols to look up to, I have an obligation to maybe become one myself. My new mantra, 'Be the change you want to see in the world.'"

Rachel was taken aback by Tina's comments. So was Quinn, mentally she was giving her a standing ovation, and praying Rachel would listen to her, to let her nose be.

"Okay, besides Tina's abrupt personal transformation, the compositions came back from the doctor, showing what my nose would look like slightly altered, and I have to say, I'm really happy with the results." Rachel opened the folder and grabbed a composite. "They're less Hebraic and more Fabrayic."

Quinn rolled her eyes at the pun. Everyone leaned closer to see the picture. The picture looked like amorphous of Rachel and Quinn. Almost like how their future daughter would look like if they were able to have a child that was half Quinn and half Rachel.

Mr. Shue was the first to speak, "That doesn't really look like you."

Rachel began handing out the composites so everyone could get a better look.

"Every year, girls show up to my temple after their 16th birthday, looking suddenly slightly different. And you know what?" Puck said grabbing one of the pictures. "Even though it's easier to make out with them without getting constantly stabbed in the eye, they're not as hot."

"Well this isn't about being hot." Rachel countered. "It's about conquering your destiny, and finding something in yourself that you want to change and change it. Plus, they said that it could improve my voice so…" Rachel let out a sigh. "Look, if you guys aren't willing to support my decision, then I'm pretty accustomed to making it on my own."

Finn had enough. "Rachel please don't do this. You're beautiful."

The room was silent for a minute. Then Rachel continued, "This isn't a discussion. I have made up my mind. Rachel Berry is getting a nose job."

It wasn't long before glee was over and everyone filed out. Rachel didn't move, and waited for everyone to leave. Quinn of course waited for Rachel. She stayed in her seat until everyone was gone.

"He's right you know," Quinn said when they were alone.

"Who was right and about what?"

"Finn, he was right. You are beautiful Rachel."

"You've been saying that a lot lately."

"I know. And I wish I said it more before now. Because if I did, maybe you wouldn't feel like you need to get this done."

"But…" Rachel started to argue.

Quinn raised her hands to stop her. "I know I said I'd stand by your side. And I meant it. I will be with you the whole way, because I love you. But I don't think you should change, and I don't want you to. You've changed so much since December, and definitely for the better as a person. I don't think you should change how you look."

"I'm sorry you feel that way Quinn. I was just trying to help my career."

"I know. Rachel I know all the reasons you are doing this. I've had this very discussion in my head, and I know you're stubborn and…" Quinn started to trail off.

"And what Quinn?" Rachel asked.

"And there is something I need to tell you Rachel. But this isn't the place for that. Maybe tomorrow you can come over, we'll sit down and I will tell you everything," Quinn finally finished.

Rachel was confused, and raised her eyebrow in response. She quickly thought of her schedule after school. "I can't, you know tomorrow is when I have dance, vocal and acting classes."

"That's right, so much is going on I don't even know what day it is," Quinn replied bringing her hand to her forehead.

"So the next day," Rachel suggested.

Quinn nodded. She took Rachel's hand as they walked out of the choir room.