Ever just had an idea, then start writing, then it just goes in a completely different direction, and can't stop. Yea that kinda happened here. It was like I didn't have to think about it, my fingers just knew. Anyways I hope you like the chapter. I'm doing the extended deleted scenes that should've been in the episodes. So again there are spoilers so beware. And as always thank you for your reviews and follows. They always make me smile to see you all are enjoying my writing.

Rachel allowed herself to grieve, feeling her future to slip away. She buried face in the crook of Quinn's neck. She never noticed how comforting Quinn was. She simply held Rachel. She didn't try to tell her how to fix her problem. She didn't keep saying "It's ok," and rub her back, like Finn does. It was refreshing to have someone understand her.

When she felt she couldn't cry anymore Rachel slowly pulled away from Quinn. The blonde moved a piece of hair behind Rachel's ear. Then moved her hands to the small girl's cheeks, using her thumbs she started to wipe away Rachel's tears.

Rachel just looked up at Quinn. She didn't ask her to stop, or ask why she was doing it. She just allowed herself to be taken care of, something that doesn't seem to happen enough. Quinn let go of Rachel and went to her bag, pulling out a few tissues. Rachel took them and walked over to the window of Mr. Shue's office, and finished cleaning herself up, ridding the streaks of mascara, and wiping her nose.

Rachel turned to get her bag, and saw Quinn still standing in the middle of the choir room. She expected her to leave after handing her the tissues. Rachel walked towards Quinn.

"Thanks," Rachel whispered, looking down at the tissues in her hands.

"You're welcome," Quinn replied.

Neither girl moved at first. Rachel finally looked up and locked eyes with Quinn again. Then she stepped forward back into Quinn's embrace, wrapping her arms around her waist. Quinn was taken by surprise, but reciprocated the hug. She didn't want to let go, but all perfect moments must come to an end. Rachel pulled away, and gave Quinn a light kiss on the cheek.

"You're a good friend Quinn," Rachel said with the threat of tears stinging her eyes. She turned and grabbed her bag and left without another word or glance at Quinn.

Quinn didn't move she just watched the girl she loved walk out.

Twenty four hours later Rachel was at her locker as Kurt came running down the hall, going on about receiving his NYADA letter, and being a finalist. Rachel did her best smile and tried to be enthusiastic for Kurt.

"Wh-What yours say?" Kurt asked.

Rachel continued to look at the letter in Kurt's hand. Second time this week she felt her world crumbing. She was again overwhelmed with jealousy. Her gay best friend got into her school. Finally Rachel answered with a shrug, "I didn't get one."

Rachel continued to look at Kurt's letter. She felt the tears burning as she shook her head. She looked up to look at her friend.

"That doesn't mean anything," Kurt said trying to reassure her. "Just means they haven't sent it yet."

Rachel wasn't having any of it. She turned, using the lockers to hold her up. She couldn't look at Kurt or listen to him.

"I didn't even make it to the finals," Rachel countered. "I knew it… I had a weird feeling in my stomach all week long."

"Rachel don't be stupid," Kurt said trying to comfort Rachel.

"Stupid," Rachel snapped. "Stupid is watching all of your friends make plans for their future, and realizing that you have none at all. No plans, no college, nowhere to go. All I have here is my boyfriend and… and I have no idea what I'm doing."

For the second time in twenty four hours Rachel broke down. Kurt wrapped her arms around the small girl, in an effort to comfort her. It didn't have the same effect as Quinn's arms did. She let Kurt try, before she pulled away and wiped away her tears.

"I'm sure you'll get your letter tomorrow or something. They'd be stupid not to consider you," Kurt again tried to comfort Rachel.

The small brunette didn't say anything. She nodded, closed her locker and walked away. She didn't know where her body took her. Not until she reached the locker of one ex-cheerleader. Quinn closed her locker and jumped seeing Rachel next to it.

"Rachel, you startled me," Quinn said placing a hand on her beating heart.

"You got into Yale," Rachel said as tears started to fall again.

"Rach," Quinn said placing her hand on the brunette's arm.

"Kurt…" Rachel was starting to get choked up. "Kurt is a finalist for NYADA."

Quinn didn't say anything. She remained quiet waiting for Rachel to finish.

"And I have nothing. I have Finn. And together we'll have Burt's tire shop."

Quinn wrapped an arm around Rachel's waist and started to guide her out of the school to her Red VW bug. She went over to the passenger side and opened the door. She helped Rachel into her car and closed the door. Rachel didn't know what was going on, but instinctively put on her seatbelt as Quinn went to the driver side. She still had a few more classes but she just wanted to go home. She was hoping that was where Quinn was taking her.

Rachel looked out the window as Quinn drove. The five minute ride home turned into ten, twenty an hour. About two hours later they finally reached their destination. Quinn pulled into a parking garage and turned off the engine. She looked over at Rachel, who had finally stopped crying.

"Come on," Quinn said nodding towards the door.

"Where are we going?" Rachel said finally turning towards Quinn.

Quinn got out of the car and went over to Rachel's door. She opened the door and held out her hand, for Racje; to take.

"Just trust me." Quinn finally replied.

Rachel took Quinn's hand, getting out of the vehicle. Rachel didn't remove her hand from Quinn's as they walked the streets of their state's capital.

"Quinn?"

"We're almost there," Quinn said not looking back.

Rachel was looking around at the many buildings and people going about their business. It reminded her a bit of New York. The reminder just made her heart sink more. Reminding her of what she will never have.

Quinn walked into a theater and went to the ticket window. She picked up the two tickets she had reserved, and double checked the seats.

"So we have a few hours until the show. Want to get something to eat?" Quinn asked Rachel.

Rachel didn't even notice where they were or what they were doing. She did notice she was getting a little hungry. The reality of her skipping school and her dads didn't know where she was.

"My dads," was all Rachel got out.

"Don't worry. I called them on the way here. Told them what happened and they thought a trip to the city would do you some good. They took care of us skipping the rest of the day. Come on I know a good vegan place not far from here."

Rachel allowed Quinn to guide her to the restaurant. She managed to put her mind together to order, and eat. The meal was silent. Quinn could see Rachel was in a sense catatonic. Quinn remembered being in Rachel's shoes at the beginning of the school year. With her pink hair believing she had nothing in her life. The only thing she had was her baby, and went crazy trying to get her back. It was Rachel that put her back on track. That was a pivotal moment for Quinn. It was the day outside Figgin's office when she realized she saw Rachel more than friends.

"You ready?" Quinn asked as she signed the receipt.

Rachel nodded in response. Quinn stood up and extended her hand for Rachel to take. Rachel accepted the gesture. The physical contact would make Rachel's mind think of a positive future, a future with Quinn.

Following the crowd into the theater, Quinn and Rachel took their seats in the front row. Rachel still didn't notice the map with the green twinkly lights in the middle. It wasn't until the orchestra started, and she heard the words "good news" the first lyrics to "No One Mourns the Wicked." The first song of her favorite play Wicked.

All thoughts of her future melted away. She was enthralled in watching the character of Elphaba evolve from the overprotective big sister to the person who defied the wizard fighting for Animal rights. She was singing along to "Defying Gravity," at the end of act one. Quinn noticed the soft voice next to her, and watched Rachel sing. It reminded her of freshman year when her and Kurt had the diva off. It's crazy how they became best friends. The stage went black and everyone burst into applause.

Rachel jumped up as she clapped until the lights came back on. People started filing out to freshen up.

"Oh my god, I forgot how amazing this play is. Where is my playbill?" Rachel said looking around.

Quinn handed her one of the playbills in her hand. "Here, I'm glad you're having fun."

Rachel began looking though the book. "Look the person playing Elphie she was the understudy on Broadway. And Fiyero graduated from a school named Curry… hmm… odd name for a school. And Glinda she's was also on the Legally Blonde tour and was on an episode of Law and Order. Well so has half the cast."

Quinn smiled at Rachel's enthusiasm. She just watched and listened to Rachel read off what plays each cast member was part of in the past, or their education. Next thing she knew the lights were off again and the second act started. Rachel turned her attention back to the stage watching every move and listening to every note, singing along to her favorite songs.

Then the play was almost over, Elphaba just started the song "For good."

"I'm limited… Just look at me… I'm limited… And look at you; you can do all the things I couldn't do, Glinda. So now it's up to you… For both of us… now it's up to you…" Quinn heard Rachel sing along with the green witch.

Quinn turned her attention from the stage to Rachel. Rachel wasn't looking at the stage, she was looking at Quinn. "You're my Glinda Quinn," Rachel whispered.

Quinn put her arm around Rachel's shoulder, pulling her close, and placed her other hand on Rachel's. "And you're my Elphie," Quinn reassured

Rachel rested her head on Quinn's shoulder, and they remained in that position until the end. As everyone filed out of the theater. Quinn took a detour to one of the side doors.

"Quinn now what are you doing?"

"We are going to meet the cast. They'll come out one of the side doors. And I have reason to believe it's this one."

"Ok now that I'm not in my head how did you get all this together?" Rachel asked.

"I have my ways."

"You had this planned didn't you?"

"Maybe, but are you complaining. I mean was this not just the thing to get you out of your funk. The belief the only place you can go for school to have a career on the stage is NYADA. That you can go to a school no one has ever heard of and still make it big. Whether it's part of the ensemble or on the tour, it's your dream, is it not?"

"You're right. Just being on the stage is better than nothing. Especially at this point," Rachel agreed.

"I don't want you to give up on your dream Rachel. You need to put yourself out there. Look at other colleges; I'm sure Boston has some colleges with an amazing musical theater department. And it's still a major city and a lot closer to New York than Lima."

Rachel snuck her arm around Quinn's waist giving her a hug. "Thank you Quinn. Thank you for showing me, and reminding me of what my future could be."

"You're welcome Rachel. Don't sell yourself short, you are capable of anything. You just have to keep pushing yourself."

They remained in the embrace until the side door opened. Rachel got the members to sign her playbill. She bombarded them with questions. How they got their start and the school they went to. The answers were varied, but not one said NYADA which is what Quinn was hoping for. They wished Rachel luck, and look forward to working with her in the future.

The entire ride home Rachel did not stop talking. Only time she did was to take a sip of her water and breathe. Quinn couldn't help the smile on her face. Her planned worked. She didn't expect to go into the city so early. Rachel's break down wasn't expected, but it ended up working in Quinn's favor. They had hit some traffic on the way into the city. Quinn had made some calls after school yesterday and managed to get last minute tickets. She had to pull some strings but she was determined. She remembered at Nationals Rachel and Kurt snuck out of the hotel one morning. Rachel didn't stop talking on the bus ride home about singing on the very stage Wicked was born.

Two hours later Quinn was pulling into Rachel's driveway. It was about midnight when they got home.

"Sorry we got home so late. But I hope you had fun," Quinn said putting her car in park.

"It was worth whatever the consequences await. Only way you could've topped it would've been taking me all the way to New York City," Rachel said removing her seatbelt.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time," Quinn replied.

"Well hopefully… There won't be a next time. Or next time will be you watching me front row as Elphaba or staring in a brand new musical."

"I'll be there with bells on," Quinn said with a smile.

"Thank you," Rachel said reaching over giving Quinn a hug.

The warmth of her body spread through Rachel. It was a feeling that was foreign to her. As she pulled away she didn't go far, just enough to lock lips with Quinn. The feeling grew and was overwhelming. Rachel pulled Quinn closer, trying to get more of her body to touch hers. She swiped her tongue over Quinn's bottom lip. She responded in kind, opening her mouth, and tasting Rachel with hers. Rachel kept trying to pull Quinn closer, but the center console was in the way. Quinn could tell what Rachel wanted and placed her hands on the small girl's thighs, lifting her up and onto her lap. Rachel let out a squeal between their interlocked lips.

The position was awkward and uncomfortable, but Quinn had her hand on the door controlling the seat. She pushed it down and back, away from the steering wheel, and had the back lie down. Now Rachel was lying on top of Quinn. The feel of Quinn's body, was warm and inviting. Quinn's hand were resting on Rachel's hips, and were not moving. Finn could be a little handsy, constantly trying to convince her into having sex. The comparison to Finn brought Rachel back to reality. She quickly sat up, hitting her head on the ceiling and accidentally hitting the horn.

"Are you ok?" Quinn said leaning up on her elbows.

"This is wrong," Rachel said rolling off Quinn.

Quinn didn't say anything. She put her seat back and fixed her hair as Rachel did the same. "I'm sorry you feel that way," Quinn finally said in a level voice.

Rachel turned to look at her friend. "It's not what you think. It's not because you're my friend, and a girl."

"No it's exactly what I think. It's because you haven't given Finn your answer. I just hope you make an answer based on what is best for you, and what you want. Not what's best for him or for his wants," Quinn replied.

Rachel leaned over the console and gave Quinn one last kiss on the cheek. "I have a lot to think about. Thank you again Quinn. I had a lovely time and hope we can do this again."

"Promise?" Quinn asked.

"Promise," Rachel replied. Then she opened the door and ran into her house.

She closed the front door and put her back against it. She sunk down to the floor and placed her head on her knees. "Now what?" she muttered to herself.