AN: So I actually watched the season premiere of the the fourth season. There's not much good that I can say about it, but it wasn't that bad... I guess. I would say that the best part was Marley. I loved Marley! I wish I could say the same for Kitty. Marley and Kitty is so NOT Faberry 2.0 which I'm kind of glad about. I'd rather ship Marley with Rachel (Roseberry) or with Quinn (Rosebray... Fabrose... idk) or if I have to go with a het ship Marley/Jake or maybe even Marley/Sam (I kinda ship Sam with just about everyone) If anyone has ship names (or better ship names) for any of these I'd like to hear them.

Quinn was panicked. Rachel wouldn't answer any of her calls, and she knew that the longer she went without fixing this, the worse it would be. She quickly got out of her house and into her car. The blonde knew that leaving Santana and Brittany unsupervised in her house usually meant that they'd have sex on her bed, and yeah she didn't like the idea of having to smell them on her sheets but this was Rachel here.

Quite soon later she was in front of Rachel's house in record time. Quinn may have broken a few laws and such, but she was here and that's all that was important now. She ran towards the front door, almost forgetting to lock her car and rang the bell. She waited and every second that passed by felt like a lifetime.

The door swung open revealing Hiram Berry. Quinn put on a fake smile, feigning ignorance about the distress that his daughter was currently going through. "Hi, Mr. Berry. Is Rachel home?"

"She is… but I'm afraid that she's quite upset about something and asked to be left alone for a while." Quinn nodded and thought about asking if she could go up and see if she could make her feel better. She decided not to, realizing that they'd probably ask Rachel's permission first and that they were currently unaware that she was the cause of his daughter's current mood.

The blonde bid her farewells and once the door was shut rounded the house to Rachel's window. What she was thinking right now was kind of stupid. There was a tree in the backyard that had a sturdy looking branch reaching out to Rachel's bedroom window. She didn't actually know how strong the tree was, but it was currently Quinn's only way to get to the singer. Unless she wanted to chance scaling the side of the house, which… yeah, wasn't going to happen.

She was really glad that she had decided to wear sneakers and jeans. Despite no longer being on the Cheerios and having to perform their insane workout regimen day in and day out, Quinn was still in really good shape so it would't take her long to ascend the trunk of the tree. It's only when she's up there that she sees a few flaws in her plan.

The branch was just barely a few inches short of reaching the house, and the far side was obviously not strong enough to carry her weight. Trying to balance on the branch is out of the question, not that Quinn would have tried that in the first place. She tossed a leg over branch, straddling it and started to slowly inch herself closer to Rachel's window.

She's not even near the edge yet but she can see that with the way she's going at it, she'll probably end up killing herself before getting on top of Rachel's house. Quinn knows that must be insane, but she's already up here so she might as well go for it. Slowly and carefully, she inches closer until she has one foot on Rachel's house and then the other.

Her heart's accelerating, and she takes a few deep breathes to calm herself down. She's not very successful so she decides to just continue with the plan. With one hand she pushes on the branch that she's sitting on, and with the other she tugs on a weaker one above her. With luck, she'll be able to get herself into a standing position and walk over to Rachel's window.

It's not working and she can feel the weaker branch breaking as she tries to hoist herself up with it. She tries a different method and tosses one leg over the other, twisting the other one around so that she can push herself up rather than pull. Now she's looking at the ground and she feels a bit scared; one false move and she'll be seeing it up close.

She's in an awkward position, her legs pressed firm at the edge of the house, the majority of her body being suspended in the air while her arms cling on the branch that she was previous sitting on. She shouldn't feel this nervous since she's been up this high before when she was cheerleading, but this time there's no one down there to catch her if she falls.

The blonde tries to shift her body so that she's lying flat on the branch rather than holding onto the side of it, but she starts losing her footing and resumes her previous position. She tries to push herself up, like she originally planned, but with the weird angle she only causes her body more stress than progress.

She's stuck.

She's stuck in a tree all because someone had to blab about her biggest secret, and then all this stuff about her supposedly asking Rachel out and then Rachel calling her to answer about her supposed asking out and then… Quinn didn't even know anymore. She didn't know if Rachel liked the idea of being asked out by her, if she hated it, or if she thought it was just a prank or whatever! Everything was just a big mess right now.

Inside…

Rachel was sitting cross-legged, Tony in her lap, watching whatever cheesy chick flick she could find on TV. She was doing better since she had learned that Quinn hadn't been the one to send that text, well at the very least she had stopped crying. But with what she was currently watching, she'd probably start up again soon.

It was just her luck that she wound up watching a film that made her think of Quinn. One of the main characters was even named Rachel and the other Luce. It all fit so perfectly especially with the lily that made Rachel think back to the gardenia that she had advised Finn to get for Quinn's corsage during junior prom. The flower meant secret love; she had known that. She had known that, but she had never thought about it.

She had never thought about how her subconscious had picked out that flower; how part of her had secretly loved Quinn and known that a gardenia would perfectly compliment Quinn's lovely features. It only made her wonder how long she had had these feelings.

She almost felt as though the world were mocking her, giving her a glimpse of the life she could have. And oh, how she wanted it. She just wanted to run up into Quinn's arm; have the blonde lift her up, spin her in the air and then kiss her on the lips as she brought her back down. She sighed, knowing that that was just a distance fantasy.

Part of her wanted to hate Quinn. Hate her for being this perfect girl that she could fall head over heels in love with. She could do it of course, and when her dad had come in a while ago telling her that Quinn had stopped by, Rachel nearly jumped out of her bed to chase after the blonde. But she knew that those kinds of actions would do more harm than good.

She looked down when she felt Tony shift around in her lap. His fur was a bit wet from soaking up her tears. Rachel felt bad about using him as a tissue, but Tony didn't mind so long as he could make his mama feel better. And it was kind of his fault in the first place anyway. So he'd cuddle into her and let her squeeze him until he couldn't breathe.

He felt really bad. All he wanted was to make Rachel and Quinn happy and get them together. But now Rachel was sad and was on the verge of crying again, and he didn't even know about Quinn. She might even be worse than Rachel was right now. He felt worse at the thought.

Tony had no idea what he had gotten himself into when he embarked on this mission, and his confidence in his triumph was starting to drop. But the thought of how things would become if he didn't continue spurred him on. He'd gotten this far and at the very least he'd have to fix the damaged that he had done.

Suddenly, using his heightened hearing, Tony heard something outside. He craned his head to see, but found nothing. It could have been anything, but Tony was curious. He nudged Rachel. She didn't respond, too entranced by the film on the screen. She was already hugging him tighter, teas forming in her eyes as the on-screen Rachel made her confession.

*bark*

He caught her attention. She looked down and loosened her hold, misinterpreting his bark as one of discomfort. Tony knew then that she was really in a bad way since she usually understood him better.

*bark*

This time he used his nose to point towards the window. Rachel looked at him with an arched brow and followed his gaze. She looked at the window and found nothing of significance, causing her some confusion. "Do you want to go to the window, boy?" she asked unsurely.

*bark*

Rachel scooted towards the window, swinging her legs off her bed when she reached the edge. She sat down on her window seat and placed Tony down in front of her so that he could peer outside. The view outside was a nice change of pace to seeing a heartbreaking love story. Her eyes scanned her backyard until falling on a blonde that was hanging in between the tree in her backyard and her house.

Her eyes went wide when she noticed that it was Quinn. She opened the window and pulled Tony back, so that he couldn't fall out. "Quinn, what are you doing?" she shrieked. Startled by the singer's voice, Quinn lost her footing and her body fell. The momentum of her lower half falling caused her to lose her grip on the branch. "Quinn!" Rachel screamed as she saw Quinn fall flat on her back. "Oh my God!"

Rachel darted out of her room, ignoring her fathers' questioning as she made her way to the blonde that had just fallen out the in her backyard as her puppy vainly tried to chase after. Quinn was completely out but Rachel could still hear her breathing and her heart beating when she placed her ear on her chest.

*whine*

She turned to find Tony, worried staring at Quinn. "Tony, go get daddy and dad. Tell them that Quinn's hurt." Tony complied, retreating back into the house. "You'll be okay Quinn, you'll be okay," she assured the unconscious girl.

Later…

When Quinn awoke, her body hurt. Her head hurt, her back hurt, but mostly her butt her. She could barely remember what had happened to her. She opened her eyes slowly as she adjusted to the light. There was a blurry image of a girl in her view, and there seemed to be a halo around her head. "Are you an angel?" she asked weakly.

The heavenly figure shook her head and let out a weak laugh. "No, Quinn." Her voice and laughter were just as angelic as her beautiful face. Quinn was sure that this angel could easily make her feel better with just a simple touch. The angel leaned in closer, her features coming into better focus. She tucked a loose strand of Quinn's hair behind her ear, and now the blonde noticed who this girl was.

"Oh Rachel, my angel." Quinn tried to get up, but the pain she felt throughout her body caused her to fall back onto the bed. "Ow."

"Quinn, you fell out of a tree and hit your head," she explained. "And it looks like you're a bit delirious." The blonde tried to shake her head, but even that small motion caused her some pain. "I want you to rest, okay? Just sleep."

"But I need to talk to you," Quinn pleaded. She tried to get up again, only to fall back down with a groan.

"We can talk later," Rachel answered, although she didn't have much intent in talking to Quinn about this whole thing, or at least not any time soon. She got off the bed and squatted down to the puppy in the room that Quinn hadn't noticed earlier. "Watch Quinn, okay boy? If she needs anything, come find me. I'll be downstairs preparing some soup."

"Wait," Quinn tried once more, reaching out. But it was too late and she was already gone and running down the stairs. "Tony go get Rachel," she pleaded to the golden puppy. Tony quickly made chase; only slowing down so that he could take his time descending the stairs. It took him a while but he was down, Tony ran as fast as he could towards Rachel. She was busily working on Quinn's soup. He went up to her and started doing laps around her.

*bark bark*

"Did Quinn send you?" she asked, knowingly. Tony's lack of an answer was enough to assure her that the blonde did in fact request that her puppy retrieve her. She supposed that she'd have to face this sooner or later. "Okay," she relented. "Let me just finish up her soup." It wasn't exactly what Tony wanted, but it was sufficient so Tony plopped himself down and waited.

When Rachel was done, she placed the soup in a bowl onto of a tray and started making her way towards the guest room where Quinn was. She was going only as fast as Tony could so he climbed the steps as fast as he could. In record time, well at least Tony thought so, he got to the top and made his way to the still open door where Quinn lie.

Rachel pushed it open, presenting the soup. "Hey Quinn, I brought you…" she trailed off when she saw that the blonde was fast asleep. The brunette placed the tray on top of the nightstand and sat down next to Quinn. She ran her fingers through her golden locks as she stared down at her lovingly. The blonde whimpered at her touch, causing a small genuine smile to form on Rachel's face. Rachel leaned in and placed a kiss on Quinn's forehead. "Goodnight Quinn… I love you."