A/N: Hi, this is the second last chapter. So that's sad :( I hope you like this chapter anyway.

Rachel sighed as she turned another page of her newest autograph book, signing her well practised signature again. She had made it quite clear to Quinn that she knew she was the MySpace admirer, and yet the girl had hurried away as quickly as she could. She put down the pen for a moment to flex her aching fingers - while it was important to practice signing many autographs in a row, the activity really could be tiring at times. What was Quinn doing? She hadn't seemed angry, just said she had to go and then left. Perhaps, Rachel thought with a shy smile, she was planning a grand gesture which required all of her time to prepare.

This theory was quickly dispensed with however when a familiar noise from her laptop told her she'd received a new instant message.

MySpace Fan: Hi, how are you?
Rachel: Hello. Can't you change your name now we both know who you are?
MySpace Fan: What do you mean you know who I am?
Rachel: Come on, Quinn.
MySpace Fan: Quinn? I'm not Quinn.

Rachel pouted. Perhaps Quinn would need some inspiration.

xxx

She spent most of the morning skulking outside of Sue Sylvester's office. She was pretty sure Quinn was in there since she'd overheard Brittany telling Santana about some kind of plot to clone them both and put the clones on the Cheerios instead, not to mention Becky had come to check on her occasionally and inform her "Coach Sylvester is not taking visitors currently as she's in a council of war". Still though, Rachel was beginning to wonder what exactly could take so long (then again it was Sue Sylvester, almost anything could be going on in there).

Finally Quinn emerged, looking pale but otherwise triumphant. Rachel quickly busied herself with pretending to be engrossed in reading a vastly inaccurate poster detailing the dangers of smoking (while she wasn't entirely sure, she suspected it wasn't one of the main causes of homosexual offspring). Making a mental note to contact Figgins regarding this, she held her breath as Quinn stopped behind her.

"Rachel." Quinn sounded amused. Rachel took a few seconds to decided whether she wanted to turn around or continue to pretend she wasn't here.

"Oh!" she finally span round, suddenly thankful for her years of acting lessons, "Hello, Quinn, I certainly didn't expect to run into you here! What a coincidence!"

Quinn did an excellent impression of someone who had just believed what she'd heard and wasn't trying not to laugh, Rachel thought. "Yeah, that's a really big coincidence So, what does bring you to this part of the school? Since you obviously weren't waiting outside all morning for me to come out, I mean."

"I've been waiting much longer than that for you to come out, Quinn."

Quinn's mouth dropped open, "Was that a joke? Rachel Berry told a joke? And it wasn't even that bad? Santana is never going to believe this."

Rachel rolled her eyes, "I can be funny."

"Yeah, but you're funny in the same way a puppy is when it runs into a glass door and gets confused."

"Was that a compliment?" Rachel frowned, "Or were you making fun of me? I can't tell."

Quinn laughed, "See - puppy, glass door. Are you going to tell me what you're doing here anyway?"

Rachel straightened her shoulders, deciding she'd have to consider this "puppy" issue more later (what if Quinn was really a cat person?), "Okay, I admit," she said, as if a great confession was being made, "I wanted to see if you were talking Coach Sylvester into letting Brittany and Santana back on to the Cheerios squad."

"Oh, were you? I would never have guessed." the cheerleader rolled her eyes, "Yes, I was."

Rachel beamed, "Excellent! What did she say? How did you convince her?"

Quinn frowned as if deep in thought, "How did I convince her? Um, let's see." she stroked her chin, "I think I said that this was ridiculous, and I was through with playing by the rules of someone else's game. I pointed out that we're so close to our next competition, it was too late for second-guessing, and too late to go back to sleep. I don't really know why I said that. Then I told her she should trust her instincts, close her eyes and leap. I think what really persuaded her was when I mentioned defying gravity."

"That sounds oddly familiar."

"Is that because you emailed me the song three times last night?"

"I wanted to make sure you got it!"

Quinn shook her head, "Well, thanks. I actually just told her that we couldn't afford to lose our two best dancers, and that the fact they're sleeping with each other is actually none of our sponsor's business. I think she agreed because she realised I was willing to wait in her office all day if I had to."

Rachel smiled, "That was brave of you."

Quinn shrugged, "More stubborn. I just wanted Santana to stop spitting at me."

"I still think it was brave," Rachel said, defiantly, "Isn't there something else you have to tell me?"

"Oh!" Quinn grinned, "You mean about MySpace?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, did you hear they're probably going to have to shut down?"

As Quinn walked away with a laugh, her Cheerios skirt swaying as she went, Rachel stared after her in disbelief.

"They're going to close down?" she called, "But what about my videos?"

xxx

Rachel watched Finn devouring his lunch as fast as he could, suddenly nauseated at the thought of eating her own food.

"Do you have to eat like that?" she asked, grimacing.

"Yeah," he nodded, his mouth full of half-chewed sandwich, "Its got bacon in it, and if Quinn sees she'll make me give her some."

As if on cue, Quinn appeared, putting her lunch down next to Rachel. Her lip curled in disgust, "No one wants to see you digest, Finn, close your mouth. And give me half of your sandwich, you can have my salad."

Finn barely had time to react before he was staring in dismay at the salad his sandwich had been replaced with. Rachel grinned at the two of them, surprised still that in just a few short weeks she'd gone from eating lunch alone to being invited to sit with them. True, Finn used to invite her to sit with him anyway, but watching him eat was only really worth it when there was the potential of a pretty blonde cheerleader coming to sit with you.

"Anyway, as I was saying," she said suddenly to Finn, who looked utterly confused, "I've found out who my online friend is."

He frowned, poking at his salad with a fork, "I know, you already told me ten minutes ago."

Rachel barely heard him, she was too busy staring at Quinn out of the corner of her eye. The other girl seemed to be smirking into her water bottle.

"So who is it?" the cheerleader asked, smiling widely, "This online friend?"

Rachel pouted, "You are. It's you. You know that, why are you denying it?"

Quinn's eyes widened, "Me? You think I'm your internet friend? I don't know what you're talking about. Finn, do you know what she's talking about?"

Finn looked bewildered, "I have no clue what anyone's talking about. I'm going to see if Kurt will trade me his chocolate milk for this salad."

Staring after him as he got up and approached the table where Kurt, Mercedes, Tina and Mike were eating, Rachel asked, "Is this really what happens in the school cafeteria? Everyone trades lunches like in elementary school?"

"Yep," Santana said, standing over Rachel and blocking her line of vision, "Unless you're me, then I just take what I want." she took a bite of Rachel's apple just to prove her point, and then set it back in front of her. Rachel looked down at it sadly - between watching Finn eat and having her food stolen, chewed, and returned to her, she was beginning to prefer eating alone.

"Hey, Santana." Quinn said, and Rachel was reminded immediately that no, she didn't prefer eating alone.

"Hi." Santana said. Rachel look at Quinn, then back at Santana. They both seemed to be trying to think of a way to segue into normal conversation, when Brittany came to stand next to Santana, clutching a colouring book and marker pens.

"Did you tell her?" she asked Santana, poking her in the ribs.

"Do I have to?"

Brittany rolled her eyes, and turn to Quinn with a bright smile, "Thanks for getting us back on the Cheerios, Quinn. Santana says thank you too."

"Although it did take you a while." the other girl muttered, earning herself a sharp elbow in the ribs.

Quinn opened her mouth to protest the last comment, until Rachel nudged her, and she simply smiled and said, "That's okay, it was the least I could do."

Santana and Quinn rolled their eyes and shared looks of disdain at Rachel and Brittany's smiles, "Hey, Rachel," Brittany said, "You want to colour with me?"

xxx

Rachel leaned over very slowly, attempting to be as subtle as possible as Quinn played on her phone, if she could just reach a little further she could probably see -

"Berry, do you really think if I was your dumb MySpace friend then I'd do it in front of you?"

Rachel returned to her seat with a sigh. From across the rehearsal room Santana glared at them, "Will you two give it up and jump each others bones already? All this sexual tension is making me want to throw up."

Quinn adopted a look of pure innocence, "Sexual tension? I don't know what you're talking about, Santana. Rachel seems to have got the idea that I'm the person she's been talking to online, which is crazy, right?"

"But you are!" Rachel yelled, "It is you! I know it is!" she stamped her foot in indignation, and Santana grinned widely.

"Wow, this is fun."

xxx

Rachel: Please just admit that you're Quinn.
MySpace Fan: But I'm not.
Rachel: Fine, but I want you to be aware that I can be very devious when I have a point I want to prove.
MySpace Fan: Has anyone ever told you that you're a little like a puppy when it runs into a glass door?
Rachel: !Yes, Quinn has! She said that this morning!
MySpace Fan: Did she? What a coincidence

xxx

All morning Rachel followed Quinn through the halls, hoping to catch a glimpse, or any kind of indication that would prove Quinn was her MySpace fan, but the girls daily routine seemed to be perfectly normal, and since by lunch she was beginning to feel a little creepy, she decided, mournfully, that she would have to accept the cheerleader wasn't going to admit to it. She wasn't sure why she wasn't admitting to it, since it was completely obvious that it was her, but short of stealing Quinn's phone or breaking into her house to look at her computer, there wasn't much she could do.

She couldn't break into her house, could she?

No, that was ridiculous.

Unless...

No, she definitely couldn't break into Quinn's house. That was taking things too far.

As she opened her locker however, she was surprised to find a bouquet of flowers inside, although they were beginning to droop and looked in dire need of a little water. "You'll never find me," the card read, "-your MySpace Admirer".

xxx

Rachel slammed the card down in front of Quinn triumphantly. "Ah ha!" she shouted, as a few other students in the classroom turned around to look at her curiously.

Quinn seemed a little embarrassed, "Rachel, you aren't even in this class." she said, staring around as the onlookers slowly lost interest. "My teacher will be here soon, why are you here?"

Rachel tapped at the card insistently, "This is from you." she said, "I called the company on the card and they confirmed it, you bought me flowers with this card attached."

Raising one eyebrow, Quinn picked the card up, "You called the company and they gave me your name? Rachel, I'm not your "MySpace Admirer", which is a ridiculous name by the way, but if I was, do you think I'd be stupid enough to use my own name when I bought you gifts?"

Rachel sagged visibly, "Okay fine, they didn't give me your name. They didn't give me any name, they said it was customer-florist confidentiality."

Sliding the card back across the desk, the cheerleader smiled sympathetically, "Give it up, Rach, I'm not your internet friend."

Rachel was about to argue, but Quinn's teacher arrived, and seemed very ready to give her detention if she stayed much longer.

xxx

"Santana!"

In the locker room after Cheerios practice, Santana covered herself with a t-shirt hurriedly.

"What the hell are you doing in here, Berry? This is the Cheerios locker room, and last time I checked hell hasn't frozen over so you're not a Cheerio. And we're changing. Get out."

Rachel wasn't exactly sure how this was relevant, since her hand had been covering her eyes since the moment she stepped into the room and realised everyone in there was half naked, but she pressed on anyway, daring to sneak a peek between her fingers to make sure Quinn wasn't there first.

"Santana please, this won't take long. You said that Quinn was my MySpace friend, didn't you?"

Rachel could almost hear Santana's smirk. "Uh, you know, I'm not sure I did, my memory is pretty hazy about the whole thing. Who's Quinn again?"

"Hi, Rachel!"

Rachel dared to peer from between her fingers again to see Brittany, who appeared to be completely naked, standing behind Santana. "Hi, Brittany. Why are you naked?"

"I just showered," the girl sounded puzzled, "If I put my clothes on now they'd get wet. Is San antagonamising you?"

"Antagonising, B." Santana murmured, "And go get a towel."

Rachel was regretting coming in here intensely, and wondering if she could make a hasty exit and pretend this never happened.

"Rachel? Why are you in here?"

Oh God, it was Quinn. What if she wasn't wearing clothes? Rachel was pretty sure she'd collapse, she didn't dare look.

"Uh, hi, Quinn." she said, suddenly very aware of how ridiculous she probably looked, her hand pressing into her eyes and clutching a folder full of sheet music, "I was just...looking for..."

"I know what you were doing, Rach. Give me a few minutes to get changed and I'll meet you outside, okay?"

"Okay." Rachel squeaked, scurrying out thankfully.

She waited near the locker room, pretending to read her sheet music as various Cheerios passed her on their way out of school with a sneer. Rachel Berry didn't get embarrassed, but she couldn't help wondering if Quinn thought she went in there hoping to catch a glimpse of her changing. That would have been nice, sure, but she really hadn't. She hadn't even really thought about the fact they might not be dressed, and now she probably looked like some kind of pervert...

"Rachel." Quinn said, touching her arm gently. "Do you want a ride home?"

Stuffing the paper back into her folder, Rachel nodded frantically, "Yes. That would be nice. I want to explain that I only went into the Cheerios locker room to talk to Santana, and it didn't cross my mind that she might only be half dressed, let alone that Brittany would be naked and..."

"Rachel." Quinn said again, smiling at the girls outburst, "It's okay. You should probably never go in there again, but it's okay. Come on."

They crossed the parking lot in silence, and Quinn opened the passenger door of her car for Rachel without saying a word.

"You're quite the gentleman, Quinn."

"I, uh - " she looked confused, "Is that a good thing?"

Rachel laughed, "Of course it's a good thing."

Sitting in the drivers seat, Quinn looked across at her, "Hey, Rachel, you know your internet friend?"

"Yes." Rachel frowned.

"You know they've probably been planning this big thing to reveal it to you, to make it special and stuff."

Quinn's hand edged across the centre console to grasp Rachel's in her own. "Are we still going to karaoke tomorrow night?"

Staring down at their linked hands, Rachel grinned, "Yes." she said, "Of course."

Quinn glanced at her with a smile and squeezed her hand, before she withdrew it to start the car and take Rachel home.