Thanks again for the support. I sort of feel like I'm all over the place with this story. If you guys have any suggestions for the plot, let me have it. Hope you enjoy!

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Woah Quinn I thought you were smitten with Berry, but I guess Brittany and I can fit you into our routine." Quinn slapped the sarcastic Latino on the arm. "I need something to do. Rachel is going to Kurt's."

Santana gave a sly smile, "I know exactly what you need." Before Quinn could object, Santana was already speeding off down the hall. Quinn let out a sigh, feeling her phone vibrate against her leg.

Hey we are going straight to Kurt's after school, so I won't need a ride. -R

Quinn was starting to feel like Rachel wanted to distance them. There was obvious tension in their relationship. The feelings were building, and Quinn knew how confusing they were for Rachel. If only she could man up and actually talk about them.

That's okay. I hope you have fun tonight. -Q

What are you doing later? -R

Hanging out with Santana and Brittany. -Q

Oh -R

This response threw Quinn off completely. She figured the other girl would be happy that Quinn wasn't by herself tonight. Looking at the text again, Quinn couldn't help but hope there was an undertone of jealously. Her phone vibrated again, but she was saddened to see it was not from the diva.

Hittin up the store w/ Britt later. Any requests? ;) -S

Hoping you don't mean what I think you mean. -Q

Ur so uptight Fabray. 2night is time to let looooose. -S

Quinn knew that she needed a night to relax and "let loose". Santana always knew how to make her feel better. It was time to stop resisting and forget everything for a night.

Get the usual. -Q

Knew u'd come around. C U at 6 33333 -S

A slight headache was beginning to engulf the blond. Another vibration came, and Quinn was close to throwing her phone in the garbage. Leaning against her locker Quinn viewed the message.

I didn't mean for my last message to come off so rude. If you're still at school, meet me in the choir room in five minutes. -R

Quinn did not register what she had just read, instead she took off in the direction of the previously mentioned room. She got there within three minutes and looked around for the brunette. The band was still hanging around, which confused Quinn even more. One guy started playing some opening chords on his guitar. Quinn figured he was just practicing, until she heard her favorite thing in the world, Rachel's singing voice.

"When I look into your eyes, it's like watching the

night sky. Or a beautiful sunrise.

There's so much they hold. And just like them old stars,

I see that you've come so far to be right where you are.

How old is your soul?

I won't give up on us.

Even if the skies get rough.

I'm giving you all my love.

I'm still looking up."

Rachel was singing for the first time since the accident. Quinn was in complete awe. Everything in that moment was perfect. She wanted to listen to this sound for the rest of her life.

"I had to learn what I've got, and what I'm not, and who I am."

Rachel finished the song and smiled.

"Th-that was perfect."

"It felt so good. I never knew something could make me feel like I was standing on top of the world."

Rachel wanted to tell Quinn that the song was for her, but in that moment she was overwhelmed with how it felt to sing again. "You were amazing. You are amazing. I'm so glad you're finding yourself again."

"It's all thanks to you Quinn."

This was Quinn's moment. Rachel was so close. Less than a foot between them. She could do it. Just close the gap and lean in. As soon as her brain registered with her limbs, Kurt came bustling through the door.

"There you ar-oh um am I interrupting something?"

Rachel cleared her throat, "Hey Kurt! Nothing at all. Just singing a song I found." The boy stopped in his tracks. They all assumed Rachel would find her voice again, but were not sure how soon it would be. Completely ecstatic her ran and embraced the brunette.Turning to face Quinn, Kurt mouthed an 'I'm sorry'. She still had yet to ask the boy how he knew so much.

"Ready to go?" Rachel asked Kurt, grabbing her bag off the piano. Quinn stood somewhat hurt by Rachel's actions. Maybe she had been reading the brunette wrong this entire time. Maybe there was nothing between them. Both divas left with only a wave.

If Quinn thought she had had a headache before, now it was tenfold. Pulling out her phone she texted Santana.

Double or nothing. -Q

Rachel knew she had messed up. The moment was perfect. She could see it in Quinn's eyes, and she felt it in her own heart. She was ready to submit, give into the feelings. When Kurt busted through the door it threw her off. She was still trying to figure out who she was, and it felt like life was pushing her in a new direction. It was all too much. Kurt could tell his friend was deep in thought, but he was always one to dig for details.

"What's going on in that head of yours?"

The brunette was startled after being pulled from her thoughts. She knew her and Kurt were friends, best friends in fact but it wasn't just like she could fill in the blanks. "Nothing."

Kurt dismissed her response and turned up the radio. She would come to him when she was ready. They pulled into a driveway. Rachel was not familiar with the house. The door opened and Mercedes walked out. Piecing it together, she assumed this was her house.

"Hey ya'll. Ready to have some much needed diva time?" Rachel was beginning to feel the stress evaporate. Tonight she was going to forget all her problems. Laughing inwardly to herself over the irony of the thought, Rachel smiled at Kurt. He gave her a wink and pulled back onto the road.

Meanwhile, Quinn was just arriving at Santana's house. As soon as Rachel left the choir room, Quinn had burst into tears. Not even trying to make an attempt to cover up her blotchy face, Quinn grabbed her bag and headed into the house. She knocked and heard a 'come in'.

"Quinn!" Brittany came running through the hallway and almost tackled Quinn to the ground. Santana approached the scene and noticed Quinn's face. "Q what the hell happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it. Can we just start drinking?" Respecting her best friends space, Santana walked to the kitchen and poured Quinn's first shot with many more to come.

"We are soo DRUNK," all three girls were splayed out across the living room. Drinks were poured and downed faster than their minds could process the amount they were consuming. Quinn layer happily across the couch. Her mind was completely set free from all the pains of the day.

"Quinnie, why were you crying earlier?" Brittany asked from Santana's lap. Since her filter was now turned off, Quinn had no problem answering the question. "Rachel sang me a song today, then completely blew me off for Kurt."

"I thought Kurt was lady fabulous."

"He is Brittany, I just wish Rachel was too."

Santana laughed from her position on the floor. She loved when Quinn was drunk. Brittany was still confused. "What makes you say Rachel isn't? I see the way she looks at you."

"Who knows Britt, who knows." Just then Quinn felt her phone vibrate from her pocket.

Hey Q, I hope you're having a fun night with Brittany and Santana. -R

"Ughhh," Quinn tossed her phone onto the floor. "Let me guess, Berry just told you she's in love with Finn again." Quinn shot daggers at Santana. "Don't even joke like that!"

"Sorry Q. How does it not bother you though that she's at his house right now?" Quinn hadn't really thought about that. She figured Rachel would be with Kurt and Mercedes all night, but they all knew that Finn would never be over all of this. "She's with Kurt San. Not Finn."

"There's only so much gossip a girl with head trauma can take." When Santana was drunk she liked to push people's buttons. Tonight's victim just so happened to be Quinn. Brittany was beginning to doze off, not aware of her girlfriend's brutal words. "Are you gonna text her back?"

"Should I?"

Santana shrugged, reaching for Quinn's phone. She handed it to the blond and waited to hear the clicking of buttons. Quinn wasn't sure if she should respond. She was a relatively good texter when she was drunk, but tonight she was way beyond her normal limit. Focusing on the screen she began formulating a response.

Good here youj too don't worry alwaus having fun. -Q

Satisfied with her response Quinn set her phone down and leaned her head back against the couch. Santana was stroking Brittany's hair, feeling somewhat bad for trying to rile Quinn up.

"You know Rachel does like you right?"

"How do you know?"

"She looks at you the same way Brittany looks at me. It's so sweet, but if you tell anyone I said that I'll kill you."

Quinn laughed at her best friend, seeing her phone going off again.

Are you okay? -R

Yaa siad that alredat. -Q

Santana placed a sleeping Brittany on the other couch and sat down next to Quinn. "You are a terrible at texting when you're drunk."

"Don't judge me. This is your fault."

"I just got the best idea ever," Santana was beaming, "We should crash their sleepover!"

"I don't know San, isn't that a little middle school?"

"Well it's your choice. I mean if you really want Finnasaurus Rex cuddling with your woman, be my guest." Fuming on the inside, Quinn was ready to cave. "How are we going to get there? We obviously can't drive."

"Got it covered chica."

Ten minutes later Puck was outside the house honking his horn. In the meantime they had woken Brittany up and filled her in on the plan. "Hello ladies," Puck leered from the front seat. Quinn climbed in front, and Santana and Brittany slid into the back. "What brings you drunk girls out so late?"

"Quinn is going to make sure Rachel isn't hooking up with Finn because she loves her."

"BRITTANY," Quinn yelled from the front. Puck slammed on his breaks. "I knew something was up with you two! So hot!"

Santana smacked his head. "Shut up Puck."

"Sorry guys, can't contain the Puckersaurus, but I'm happy for you Quinn."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, she doesn't even know I like her."

"What are you waiting for Fabray?"

"It's not that easy. Do you not remember what happened?"

"Of course I remember, even more the reason to put yourself out there. She doesn't remember anything. So it's your chance to make her remember you."

Quinn was astonished by Puck's insightfulness. He did have a point, or maybe the alcohol was clouding her judgment. They finally pulled up to Kurt's house and could see the flicker of a television in the living room.

"Change of plans, let's scare the shit out of them," Santana suggested from the back. Quinn was all for anything that got her within Rachel's presence. They all crept around the outside of the house, making their way to the window of the room. Looking inside they could tell a scary movie was playing. Quinn could see three people sitting on the couch. She was relieved to know Finn wasn't around. "Okay I'm going to bang on the window and everyone needs to hide in the bushes."

Santana got right next to the glass and pounded her fist against it. Through the barrier they heard three high pitched screams. The four outside started laughing until they saw a light turn on above them. "Shit."

"What the hell are you guys doing out here?"Kurt shrieked from the window. Rachel and Mercedes were behind him, looking on with terrified faces. Santana revealed herself first and waved. "Oh you know just hanging out."

"Is-is Quinn with you?" Rachel asked, hoping that the blond was not part of these shenanigans. Quinn rolled out of the bush, still highly intoxicated. "Here!" Rachel wanted to be disappointed, but Quinn looked so adorable at that moment.

"Instead of creeping outside my house, why don't you all come inside," Kurt offered, not wanting the neighbors to call the cops. "Quinn stay here, I'll be right out." Rachel left the window and made her way outside. Santana gave her best friend a smile and a wink. Quinn remained in the bush while everyone else walked into the Hummel-Hudson household. As soon as Rachel approached Quinn felt her knees go weak. Rachel was in her pajamas and looked so innocent.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Your texts worried me."

"Why?"

"You were obviously drunk and I didn't want you to do anything dumb."

Quinn scoffed, "What would it matter to you?"

"How can you even say that?"

"I don't know, maybe due to the fact that you just left me alone in the choir room today."

Rachel felt like she had been punched in the stomach. She knew she had been wrong but didn't think Quinn would be so affected by it. "I'm sorry."

"No I'm sorry Rachel, it's just-it's-nevermind."

"What's wrong Quinn?"

If she wasn't drunk, Quinn would not have been able to open up about her feelings. Seizing the opportunity she let loose. "You can't look at me and tell me you aren't feeling something." Rachel didn't know what to say. She did have feelings for Quinn, but she was terrified of acting on them.

"I need you Rachel. I need you to tell me that you have feelings for me too. I know you do."

Rachel opened her mouth and closed it, trying to find the right words. Acting on impulse she leaned forward and captured Quinn's lips with her own. In that moment the world disappeared. Quinn slipped her arms around Rachel's waste, while the brunette brought her arms around Quinn's neck. Their lips melded together, in a kiss that neither girl would forget. Pulling back, Quinn looked into Rachel's eyes.

"Told you so."

Rachel smiled and pulled Quinn in for another kiss. "I'm going to be so mad if you don't remember this in the morning."

Quinn laughed and brushed the hair out of Rachel's face. "I've been waiting for this moment for two years. Nothing could ever make me forget."