A/N: Hey!

First of all, I want to thank you guys so much for sticking around after that chapter lol. Really though, it means the world to me that people care about this story enough to keep on reading and reviewing and wanting more. Thank you! :)

I also owe special thanks to Luíza (the drunk cat who loves Kate Hudson), because she's always ridiculously supportive and sweet; Júlia (the giraffe) again, because she continues giving me wonderful advice; & Tuti (the panda), because she helped me a lot with this chapter in particular haha.

Okay, now that I'm done with the sappiness, let's talk about this chapter. It has a way nicer ending than the first one. So, if you don't like the beginning, be sure to read it until the end because it's (very) worth it. That's all I'm going to say. Enjoy!


After Quinn finally breaks away from Josh's lips, he makes some stupid comment she doesn't even pay attention to and asks her out on (what he calls) a date. She agrees to anything as long as she's not left on her own to think about Rachel (and the ridiculously stupid thing she has just done).

Before she knows, she's sitting on a bar she's never seen in her life, with an empty bottle of vodka in front of her.

Quinn hears Josh go on and on about lots of things, including how he knew she'd never resist him for too long. She nods and agrees to everything, not even knowing why she's doing this and constantly bringing another bottle to her mouth. She loses count of how many times the bartender brings them a new one - not that she ever really tried to count.

When the blonde is laughing of things she'd never find funny and her sight is starting to get blurry, she hears Josh's voice ask something.

"Hey, do you wanna get out of here?"

She nods fervently and gets up from the bar stool, feeling a little dizzy. He leads her out of the joint and into his car - she doesn't even remember that's how they got there in the first place. Soon, they're in Yale grounds.

"Princess suite?" Josh asks.

Quinn nods again and her attempt to say "yeah" surprises her because her voice sounds higher than the usual.

He holds her hand and they run to the Davenport dorm, laughing hysterically as they stumble on basically everything they find on their way there, because neither of them is sober enough to avoid obstacles or feel embarrassed by tripping on them.

Quinn hears some students around them giggling but she doesn't really care about anything - not even Josh, in fact. When they reach her princess suite, she lets herself fall flat on her bed. The guy stands in front of her, grabbing her hands and pulling her closer.

"Come here, sleepy."

She lets herself be pulled, with a lazy smile on her face. When they're close enough, she stands on her feet so they're face to face. Everything's spinning now, so Quinn can't really see much before Josh presses his lips to hers again. He grasps strands of her hair and she holds on to his shirt as they kiss fiercely, the smell of alcohol lingering in the air.

At some point, Quinn feels Josh start kissing her neck and she throws her head back to allow him access, closing her eyes.

Suddenly, they hear a knock on the door.

The blonde opens her eyes.

"Ignore it." Josh whispers, in between kisses.

"Yeah." She replies, her voice sounding raspy, still higher than the usual.

"Quinn?" She hears Rachel's voice ask from the other side of the door and is startled once again, now even more intensely.

No. She's drunk. Her ears are tricking her. It's probably just her roomate. It's not Rachel. It can't be Rachel.

Quinn keeps her decision to ignore it.

Josh trails kisses from her neck to her jaw and briefly breaks away.

"Wait, is that your girlfriend or something?"

"Just keep going..."

Quinn throws herself on the bed and pulls him with her. They start kissing again and eager hands grasp hair and clothes and skin.

Rachel hesitantly twists the doorknob, before even thinking this might be too intrusive.

"Quinn?!" She exclaims, horrified at the sight of Quinn and Josh making out and the guy practically straddling the blonde.

"Uhm…" Quinn responds, still refusing to believe the voice she could hear was Rachel's and trying to make it go away.

On the verge of leaving immediately not knowing where to hide and cry - even though she doesn't know exactly why she suddenly feels like crying - Rachel notices Quinn looks too submissive and needy. There's definitely something wrong about this. There's also the smell in the air... Vodka?

"Hey! Stop it, can't you see she's drunk?!" she yells towards Josh.

Josh leaves Quinn's neck and looks at Rachel.

"What the fuck?! Who are you?!"

"Who are you?!"

"...Rach?" Quinn whispers, finally acknowledging the presence of the brunette as reality instead of her ears tricking her, because now she sees her as well. A bit blurry, but she does.

"You know this freak?!" Josh turns to Quinn.

"Yes, this freak is her best friend. Now get out of here."

"Last time I checked this was her bedroom and I'm pretty sure she wanted me to come here."

"You mean after you endrunkened her!" Rachel exclaims as she pulls Josh over to the edge of the bed, using all her strenght.

"Wow, whatever, cockblocker! I'm off!" He says as he gets up, gets rid of Rachel's grip on his arms and walks out the room in furious steps.

A tense silence takes place until the moment Quinn breaks it with a lazy complaint.

"Hey, I was enjoying that!"

"No, you weren't! He was taking advantage of you!"

"Uh..."

"Quinn, why'd you drink so much? Are you sure you're okay?" She sits in front of the blonde on the bed, grabbing one of her hands and holding it on her own. It's warm and a bit sweaty.

"Why do you care?"

"You were the one who walked out on me. I never stopped caring." She replies, playing with Quinn's fingers.

The blonde breathes in, feeling Rachel's sweet scent burning in her lungs. Oh, how she's missed it… And the brunette's hands, soft as silk, caressing hers gently… Making her melt inside.

"I'm sorry…"

"No, I'm sorry for blaming you. I understand why you were hesitant to tell me and I don't expect you to forgive me, but I would very much appreciate it if you…"

"Rachel, you're good. I was the one who left." Quinn's words sound impatient and as if she was about to fall asleep at any second now. "How's Finn?" She asks, trying to pull off her signature ironic smile without success.

"We broke up for real this time."

"You what?" Quinn smiles faintly again.

"We broke up. For real. Before you ask how I'm doing, even though I doubt you will since you're so intoxicated, I must say I was the one who made the decision and I'm just-"

"Can you just shut up?" Quinn says as she reaches out for Rachel's arms, trying to pull her closer.

Rachel holds in her confusion in silence at first, but when the blonde reaches kissing distance after squirming clumsily on her bed, she just can't anymore.

"Quinn, what are you doing?!"

"I... I'm in love with you."

It's the first time tonight that Quinn's words towards Rachel are as bold as they usually are.

Rachel stares at her, wide-eyed. So, that's what it all led up to? From showing up at her door to leaving and now meeting again at this situation...? Vague hazel stares into her in the most vulnerable way now, confessing what her ever-present consciousness never allowed her to. And Rachel can't deny it's the most beautiful thing in the world.

Wait, no. This can't be true.

"Quinn, you're drunk!" She exclaims, trying to get away.

"Rach, just..."

"I..." She's a movement away from getting up from the bed now.

"Just come back here. Please."

What if she's just saying this because she's drunk and needy?

Or worse, what if she isn't?

The thought of Quinn being in love with her is heartwarming and ridiculously confusing at the same time. It's just... Too much.

Regretting her sudden roughness, she gets a little closer and wraps Quinn's hand in hers one more time.

"Quinn, I'm sorry, I just can't…"

"Why...?"

"I… You need some rest, okay?"

Quinn leans forward and rests her head on Rachel's shoulder.

"You're boring."

Rachel can't help but let out an affected smile.

"Sorry."

"Sing me to sleep?"

"I don't think…"

"Rachel... Please."

"Okay..."

Rachel is about to start singing the first song that comes to her mind when Quinn takes hold of one of her hands and places it on her head, silently begging the brunette to run her fingers through her hair until she falls asleep, in addition to the singing.

Rachel plays along and ends up wishing she could to this forever.

"You're so hypnotizing

You've got me laughing while I sing,

You've got me smiling in my sleep.

I can see this unraveling

Your love is where I'm falling

But please don't catch me."

Quinn closes her eyes and lets a lazy smile take her face when she recognizes the song.

"See this heart?

Won't settle down

Like a child running scared from a clown

I'm terrified of what you'll do

My stomach screams just when I look at you"

Rachel is, indeed, terrified. Her mind won't stop replaying Quinn's confession, wondering if it was really true, and her heart beats faster and faster as her fingers get graciously tangled in golden strands.

"Run far away

So I can breathe

Even though you're far from suffocating me

I can't set my hopes too high

'Cause every hello ends with a goodbye"

The brunette's voice, sounding flawless to Quinn's ears, makes the blonde slowly drift into sleep. Part of her wants to stay awake and enjoy every second of Rachel's presence, but the part who drank countless bottles of vodka is a thousand times stronger in comparison to that one.

Rachel watches Quinn fall asleep attentively. She really is stunning. There's something about the way her short, glossy hair falls perfectly on her forehead, the way her sleek skin presses against her own and how her head lays peacefully on Rachel's shoulder that makes the singer never want to leave.

And so she doesn't. She bears with the smell of alcohol in the air and her uncomfortable sitting position until she finally gives in to sleep right before dawn.

Because Quinn is worth every second of that.