A/N: I cannot believe the overwhelming response to this story, especially since it was written in the spur of the moment as a direct result for my disappointment in the show. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any music mentioned.

Chapter 4

When Rachel returned to her bedroom, Quinn was looking at all the pictures and posters on the wall. She had replaced quite a few since the last time she was in this room. "You did make the cut."

Quinn jumped at the sound of the diva's voice, and turned toward her quickly. Her eyes raked in the girl before she spoke. "You're dripping."

The blonde blushed when she realized what it may have sounded like. She cleared her throat because it felt a bit dry and winced when her words came out huskily. "Your wet…" Rachel raised an eyebrow; Quinn chewed her bottom lip as she continued. "hair is dripping all over the floor."

Rachel looked down before excusing herself to go back to the bathroom. While she was gone, Quinn took several quick breaths to try and calm herself down. Rachel re-entered the room. The brunette's hair was still damp so she was towel drying it as she addressed the blonde. "Like I was saying…" She pointed at the wall. "You made the cut."

Quinn turned around and saw the picture Rachel was pointing to. She squinted to see it better. It was a group photo of the club performing 'Born this Way.' Everyone was wearing their white t-shirts. "Why this picture?" Quinn asked.

"Because, it was when I finally accepted myself. That day I was happier than all the competitions I won combined. Except maybe last year after Regional's when we won and you all chose me as MVP."

Quinn smiled. "But this is the only picture I'm in?" She asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"It wasn't like you were lining up to get your picture taken with me, Quinn." Rachel replied as she tossed the wet towel over the chair by her desk.

The silence in the room was getting heavy and was causing Quinn's chest to tighten. "I'm sorry, Rachel."

"Quinn, I wasn't fishing for an apology. You asked why I didn't have more photos of you on my wall. I told you." She looked at the girl compassionately, before turning and rummaging through her desk drawer. Upon pulling out a camera, she looked back at the blonde. "We could remedy that now, if you'd like."

Quinn nodded happily before walking up to the girl and taking the camera from her. She held the camera out in front of their faces and just before pressing the button, she turned and kissed Rachel's cheek. The girls stayed still as the flash brightened the room. Quinn pulled from Rachel slightly, leaning toward the girl's ear. "Thank you."

The blonde quickly stepped away and busied herself with looking through the photos on Rachel's camera. Smiling at a few of the girl posing with various friends (Kurt and Blaine, Mercedes, Mike and Tina, even Puck) but when she got to picture after picture of Finn and Rachel, she quickly shoved the camera back to the brunette.

The sudden movement brought Rachel out of her daze. She looked at the camera then up at Quinn, before finally taking it from the girl. "For what?"

"Huh?" Quinn had confusion written all over her face.

"You said 'thank you.' For what?"

"Forgiving me. Every time. For always giving me another chance even though I always screw it up."

"Sometimes, I was the one that screwed things up Quinn."

The blonde looked at Rachel. "What do you mean?"

"I kept going after Finn. I certainly didn't make things easier on you."

Quinn nodded. They were surrounded with silence again as Rachel glanced down and her camera and scanned her pictures to find the one they just took. "It turned out good."

Quinn glanced at her, then the camera. She leaned closer to Rachel to look at the photo. "I'd like a copy of that, if you don't mind."

Rachel beamed. "I think we just found our plan for the day!" She hurried out of the room with her camera in her hand. Quinn ran out after her.

Ten minutes later, the girls were standing at a kiosk in the drug store waiting for their pictures to print. Quinn scuffed the floor with her foot nervously. "I meant to tell you earlier that you didn't have to change for me, Rachel."

The brunette's large brown eyes shot up to stare into her hazel ones. Quinn kept the gaze as she continued. "I don't mind your skirts and sweaters and stuff as much as you'd think. You didn't have to wear this." She said as she waved her hand up and down toward Rachel's body. "You look really nice, but I wouldn't have teased you if you wore your old clothes."

Rachel smiled genuinely at the girl. "This is what I normally wear on the weekends. I save my good clothes for school." She reached out and took hold of Quinn's hand. The blonde trembled at the touch but didn't pull away. Rachel leaned in closer as she spoke softly. "Thank you though, for saying that I don't have to change for you. After last night…it means a lot."

"You shouldn't change for anyone Rachel. I should have told you that when you wanted the nose job. It's just…you're perfect, so don't change." Her voice sounded smaller and was nearly unintelligible toward the end.

"Is it okay if I hug you now?" Rachel asked with bright shinning eyes and a beaming smile, only slightly marred by her hesitancy.

Quinn nodded imperceptibly and was pulled in a tight embrace instantly. She slowly relaxed into it and let her arms wrap around the smaller girl. They stood like that for a moment or two before they heard a beep alerting them that their pictures had been printed.

They quickly broke apart and smiled nervously at each other before Rachel grabbed the photos and paid for them. As Quinn hurried to catch up with the brunette, who was now halfway out the store, she smiled to herself. Suddenly something was thrust in front of her face and startled her back to reality.

"Quinn?" Rachel asked, waving the photos in front of Quinn's face. "Don't you want your picture?"

Quinn blinked rapidly as she shook her head trying to clear her muddled mind. "Of course, but shouldn't we get picture frames too? You bought the pictures; the frames will be my treat."

The blonde linked her arm with Rachel's and led her toward the back of the store. Both girls inwardly beamed at the contact, while their lopsided grins were visible for the whole world to see.

A/N: I know it's short, but I hope you liked it. Things are building and Quinn hasn't even stayed the night yet. What will happen when darkness falls? You'll find out next chapter…