A/N: Hi!

I have to say his chapter is definitely not one of my favorites. The beginning is sort of cute but then it's not anymore :( It's also pretty short. I'm sorry. Oh, and despite the ending, I promise things will get better soon.


Quinn's sore eyelids open slowly. Her eyes are sensible to the light, her vision is still quite blurry and her head feels obnoxiously heavy.

Hangover. Great.

She squirms a little, trying not to make her head hurt again, and feels her cheek brush against the soft skin of the body she's using as her pillow.

Wait.

...Soft skin? Body?

Quinn lifts herself from her bed abruptly, forgetting her headache for a second and almost whimpering in pain when she's reminded of it.

Right in front of her, sleeping on her bed, is no one other than Rachel.

The girl's cheeks are flushed and her mouth is halfway open, inhaling and exhaling peacefully. Apparently, Quinn spent the night laying on her belly, which is partially revealed by a slightly lifted up shirt, and that is a thought the blonde is still trying to sink in.

As soon as Quinn realizes she's been staring at the beauty in front of her for too long while trying to absorb this moment, she converts into trying to remember what happened on the night before in order to understand why she woke up in this position.

Nothing but vague flashings come to her mind. Lots of kissing… Josh. Vodka. Rachel showing up out of nowhere and yelling at him… And the brunette's voice singing… You're so hypnotizing, you've got me laughing while I sing, you've got me smiling in my sleep… Demi Lovato? Very Rachel-like. She even chose to sing The Climb by Miley Cyrus on Glee club once...

Quinn can't remember much besides that, just Rachel looking very concerned about her and their hands intertwined at some point... Was it possible that they'd actually...? No. God. No. Not while she was drunk.

Millions of questions arise, and their lingering inside the blonde's mind doesn't last too long; Rachel's eyes begin to open and she whispers "hey" in a husky morning voice and a half smile, which is something Quinn wants to replay in her mind forever.

"Hi." She can't help but smile back, shyly.

"So, are you okay now?"

"I… Yeah, I just have a terrible headache." Quinn says, frowning. "What happened?" There's a pause. "Did we...?"

"God, Quinn, were you so drunk you don't you remember? I got here and kicked that guy taking advantage of you out." She pauses and gulps as discreetly as she can. "Then we... Talked."

"What do you mean, talked?"

"Well… We both apologized for what happened… And I told you I really broke up with Finn..."

"Oh my God, what? You broke up with Finn?"

"Yeah…"

"Are you... Okay?"

"Yes, Quinn... Just don't worry about me, really."

"If you say so... But anyway, how did we go from that to me lying on your belly?"

"Well, you, uhm, sort of... Tried to kiss me. And said you were... In love with me."

Quinn's face turns pale and her mouth falls open. She's about to start vomiting words when Rachel takes her cue to do so.

"I didn't let you do anything, before you ask, because I thought you were just being needy due to your intoxicated state. I just sang you to sleep. And you fell asleep on my shoulder, so I don't really know how you ended up on my belly... That's a rather interesting qu-"

"Rachel, oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't…" Quinn interrupts her, babbling, still looking mortified.

"Yeah, you didn't mean any of that, I know. It's okay." Rachel smiles thinly.

Of course she meant it. Of course she meant every single word of it.

In fact, she's so tired of running away from things that she is determined to tell the truth this time.

"I actually -"

The thought of a lucid Quinn telling her she really is in love with her is way too scary for Rachel and she doesn't even know why. Soon enough, she's intercepting the blonde.

"Look, Quinn, we're good. I really have to go now, okay?" she straightens her eyes and gets up from the bed.

"Wait, why did you come here in the first place?"

"I just needed to know you were okay… Make sure we were okay..." the brunette replies, looking for Quinn's cellphone in her bag. "And also give you this.", she raises the phone in the air when she finally finds it.

"Rach, thank you, I…"

"It's no problem, Quinn. I really need to go, though! See you!", Rachel says, throwing Quinn's cellphone on her bed and swiftly storming outside the door.

"…need to give you something too."

Quinn can't even process what's just happened until it's too late to stop Rachel. She walks to the door and looks out to the hallway; no sign of the brunette anymore.

This is pathetic.

She looks over to the envelope with the pictures from their day in New York laying on her desk. Inside, there's a second copy of their picture that was supposedly Rachel's since she asked for one.

The worst part is that she really tried this time.

Maybe Rachel just doesn't care enough. Or at all.

Giving up is out of question. So is living with this gigantic lump on her throat, but she doesn't have much of a choice.

Her heavy head drags her back to bed, but she doesn't fall asleep again. She just lays there, taking in everything that's just happened. Blaming herself for getting drunk and talking too much. Even though this time she knows it's not entirely her fault.


Rachel's never been the type of girl who runs away from things. She's always been the one who steps forward. But there was something about Quinn's hazel orbs staring into her so intensely that was terrifying, and in a totally different type of terrifying from the blonde's HBIC glares at McKinley back in the day.

The brunette takes hurried steps on her way out of the building. When she finally walks past its heavy wooden doors, she realizes she's completely lost. She has absolutely nowhere to go and hasn't even undergone her very necessary two-hour beauty ritual this morning.

All because of the complex person that Quinn is. Or the complex things she makes her feel.

Yes. Rachel can't pretend there's nothing going on anymore. Quinn makes her feel things. Quinn makes her feel a lot of things. From frustration to peace to fear to... Love? Yes, she definitely has feelings for Quinn.

And she's now standing outside the blonde's dorm building, tempted to run back to where she was and jump on the girl's arms.

Just tempted, though.

Said feelings still scare her.

It's not as simple as Finn. It's a girl. She's never liked girls before. Not that she has a problem with that. Of course she doesn't. Raised by two gay dads, she's always been ready to embrace any homosexual feelings that came her way. It's just that… It's not any girl. It's Quinn Fabray. Who she thought she was hated by since forever. Who she idolized since forever.

Rachel needs to get away and clear her mind. Breaking up with Finn might have made her extra sentimental and needy. She's not in love with Quinn. She can't be.

That's why she gets a taxi to the train station and catches the first train back to New York. She can't afford to lose her newfound best friend to weird gay emotions she's not even sure of.

Rachel unlocks her apartment's front door and sees herself in her lonely, cold living room once again, hopelessly trying to convince herself that this is all for a good cause.

Little does she know it means losing Quinn anyway.