A/N: Sounds like people may be liking this... So, I thought I'd update the second chapter sooner rather than later because I know how much it SUCKS to be reading an incomplete story, after all, I've been reading these stories for ages, not writing. Another small note, it might be in Rachel's POV predominately, until I can set up the story, then I might start switching them. Also, I don't have a beta, just thought I should mention that the mistakes are my own. Enjoy!


Rachel's POV

I woke up the next morning, on Thursday, before my alarm had a chance to go off. I was having a wonderful dream. Unfortunately, it was a lovely dream that happened to be about one Quinn Fabray. Still desperately in love with her. Still really not loved back. Damn it. I got up out of my bed and walked over to my walk in wardrobe.

I pulled out a mid-length polka dot dress. It's just a coincidence that it was green. I wasn't wearing it because it's Quinn's favourite colour or anything. Definitely not. I smoothed a couple of the wrinkles in the dress, and brushed through my hair, putting a headband on and flicking my hair over my shoulders, then I did my makeup. I kept it simple, clean base, blush, mascara and eyeliner.

I walked down the stairs and saw my dads eating breakfast at the table,

"Morning sweetie," My dad, LeRoy, greeted, and my daddy, Hiram, nodded in acknowledgment,

"Morning!" I greeted with a slightly false air of cheeriness, as I pour myself a glass of orange juice,

"What's on the schedule for today honey?" Daddy asked,

"Nothing interesting, I don't think. Ooh I have a Math test in 3rd period! I studied really hard for it so I think I'm going to do well." I replied, confident in my ability to complete the test,

"Well, good luck." Daddy said with a smile,

"Thanks, oh I also have…"

I was interrupted by a knocking at the door,

"Are we expecting anybody Hiram?" My dad queried curiously,

"No…." Daddy replied,

"I'll get it!" I announced, jumping up from my seat and walking towards the front door,

There was another knock at the door,

"Coming!" I called out, slightly frustrated by the lack of patience this person was exhibiting,

I swung open the door with a, "Yes!" that faded towards the end,

"Quinn?" I asked incredulously,

The blonde shuffled awkwardly on her feet, probably torn between acting nice and her head cheerleader persona,

"Hey, Rachel," She started, "Look, I was wondering if you could give me a ride to school? Santana and Britt are getting a lift from San's parents because her car broke down." She explained,

I stood there shocked for a couple of seconds because, hello, Quinn Fabray is on my doorstep, before I snapped back to reality, "Sure, yeah, of course, look I was in the middle of having breakfast so wanna come in for a minute?" I said, gesturing for her to come into the house,

"Thank you." She replied graciously,

I led her into the kitchen to say hello to my dad's,

"Dads, this is Quinn, Quinn, my dads." I introduced, slightly breathless and probably blushing a bit,

My dad gave me a strange look, before looking to daddy, and shaking it off, "Hello, Quinn. And how do we know Quinn?" he queried with polite interest,

"Oh, she's from Glee club," I replied,

Quinn just nodded her head, clearly feeling a bit awkward,

"Um, yeah, did you have something to eat?" I asked her,

"No, I didn't have time," She blushed, "I wanted to make sure I caught you before you left, because you're the closest person to me,"

"Oh! Sit down, how about I make you some toast?" I offered (probably a bit too politely, which made my dad give me that same strange look), 'What is going through his mind?' I thought as I locked eyes with him, before turning away and shaking away the thought,

"Yeah, that would be nice," Quinn replied timidly, taking a seat at the table, opposite my dad, who was studying her carefully,

I put a bit of bread into the toaster and walked over to my dad, nudging him in the ribs and leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Cut it out! What is with you?! You're making her feel awkward!",

He nodded, giving me a, 'Okay, but next time with less attitude' look,

I muttered a quiet apology before I stood up and smiled at Quinn, who gave a cautious smile back. I walked over to the toaster and grabbed the toast out, popping it on a plate and sliding it over to Quinn,

"Thank you," she thanked softly,

"That's okay," I replied, before sitting down to my cereal, which was soggy by now, next to daddy, who turned to me and gave me a questioning look. I shrugged at him, a sign that, I didn't know what he meant and wasn't really wanting to talk about it. Both true, I really didn't know what they were both thinking, but wasn't really in the mood to get into it.


Twenty minutes later Quinn and I were sitting in my car, driving to school,

"Thank you for driving me," Quinn said once more,

"No problem," I smiled back at her before I pressed play on the CD drive,

She smiled as it played the album that she picked up the last time we were in the car together,

"I like your dress by the way," She said randomly,

"I thought you would; I'm not surprised really," I replied, which made her raise an eyebrow at me, a prompt to continue with that thought,

'Oh well,' I thought, 'Too late to back out now,'

"Well, green's your favourite colour, isn't it?" I asked,

She stared for a moment, "Yeah, it is, actually, how did you know?"

I shrugged, "I can't remember," I replied lamely,

She smiled, before turning back to the road,

And...

I could tell you her favourite colour's green

We drove in silence for a while longer, getting closer to school, before she started fidgeting and looking out the window nervously, I watch her for a moment before asked worriedly, "Are you ok?",

She looked back at me, "Yeah, uh, could you stop the car? Please?" She asked, still acting fidgety, or guilty…

I quickly pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park, "Are you okay?" I ask again, concerned for the head cheerio,

"Sorry," she said as she undid her seatbelt,

"Hey! We're like two streets away from school!" I protested,

She looked back at me guiltily and… 'Oh,' I thought, 'Her Highness can't be seen in a car with star loser Rachel Berry.' I thought bitterly,

She got out of the car and looked around before saying quietly, "Thanks, Berry." And running off.

Once she was out of sight I banged my head on the steering wheel, hard, repeatedly.

There was a rapping on the window, and I left my head down for a second, taking a deep breath to compose myself before looking up and pressing a button to unwind the window,

"Hey, Noah! Get in!" I greeted far too happily,

He got in cautiously and looked me over, "Are you alright Rach?" he queried,

Noah didn't know about my 'crush' on Quinn. I'd kept it like that for a reason, I knew that he was still upset about what happened between himself and Quinn sophomore year. I didn't want to ruin our friendship because of a girl, even if nothing was ever going to happen with her.

"Fine. Just… having a frustrating morning." I lied, I hoped smoothly, smiling,

Noah looked at me suspiciously, obviously not believing me, before giving an almost imperceptible shake of his head and smiling back at me, "That sucks, well today is supposed to be a pretty easy day, so your morning should get better."

I smiled at Noah gratefully as we pulled into the McKinley parking lot. As we walked into the school I was again eternally grateful for his presence as a simple glare from Puck made all of the Jocks give me a wide berth and spared me the slushies and comments.


At lunch, the whole Glee club sat with each other in the canteen. It was like, an unspoken arrangement within the glee club that we ate lunch together every Thursday. I ended up sat next to Mercedes, on my left, and Tina, on my right. Opposite me was Noah and Quinn, who I tried my hardest to avoid eye contact with, and the rest of the group was kind of scattered around the table. I was chatting to Mercedes about her latest crush when suddenly a voice shouted over the rest,

"WE ARE HAVING A SLEEPOVER NEXT FRIDAY!"

It was Kurt that had shouted out the idea, around the table people were nodding in agreement,

"That's a great idea! Santana and I have those all the time!" Britt chirped,

The group went silent,

"Uhhh, different type of sleepover Britt," Quinn finally said,

"Oh… Still sounds fun though!" She decided with a smile,

Santana just gave Britt a kiss on the cheek, a rare exhibit of her softer side,

"Okay, whose house will we have it at?" Kurt asked,

Everybody went quiet again, looking from person to person, when nobody said anything, I decided to speak up, "We can have it at my house? My dads are going away next weekend and I have my huge basement…"

The group cheered,

"Thanks for volunteering your residence Rachel," Noah said in a faux businesslike voice,

I just took a mini bow,

"Who's on drinks?" Artie asked,

"Oh, no alcohol!" I quickly interjected,

Everybody groaned and Santana and Noah looked particularly put out,

They started talking about how to get alcohol in without me knowing but I tuned out. A New Directions party, at my house, and Quinn will be there. New Directions' parties always get out of hand, and people end up making out with people they probably shouldn't (like when I kissed Blaine), and a majority of attendees lose half their clothing before the night is up. A game of Spin the Bottle is almost guaranteed, as well as Truth or Dare and Karaoke. 'Yep, alcohol is a must.' I thought to myself, 'Especially with Quinn there, I need some liquid bravery.',

"I changed my mind!" I suddenly exclaimed, startling the students at nearby tables,

"About the party?" Tina asked from beside me,

"About the alcohol, I changed my mind. Bring as much as you like. More! Bring more! Yes. Alcohol is a good idea." I rant,

The whole table stared at me for a second,

"Yay alcohol!" I cheered awkwardly,

Another second of silence, before they burst into a mini applause,

"Streisand has grown a pair!" Santana noted, but I ignored her because knowing Santana, that's her way of giving a compliment,

Tina turned to whisper in my ear,

"Alcohol Rach? Seriously? What's gotten into you?"

I just turned to face her with a big, false, smile, "I just want to let go a bit, have some fun, you know?"

She studied me for a minute before vaguely nodding her head and turning to talk to Kurt,

I somehow managed to look Quinn in the eye and she looked away quickly.

Yep, this was going to be great fun.

I got home at the end of the day exhausted. It was at dinner time so I went straight to the kitchen after putting my stuff down at the front.

"Are you okay Rachel?" My daddy asked,

"I'm great," I replied, admittedly confused that he was asking,

He put the food on the dinner table and sat opposite my dad, leaving me to sit on one side,

"So… how was the ride to school with Quinn?" Dad queried as he started serving out the vegetarian lasagne,

I blushed at the thought of Quinn, and looked down at my food quickly in a vain attempt to hide it,

"Uh, yeah, it was fine. Pretty… quiet, actually. We didn't talk about much."

It wasn't a complete lie. It did leave out the important details like me being in love with a straight girl who didn't give a crap about me, but you know, details.

"That's good," Dad replied vaguely, sharing a look with daddy,

'What is going on with these two?' I thought to myself,

"Oh! I almost forgot to ask! Can I have the New Directions over next Friday for a slumber party?" I asked pleadingly,

"Are you dating any of them?" My dad asked with a mock stern impression,

I laughed, "Not at the moment…" I said quietly,

"At the moment?" Daddy tried to clarify,

"Well, I," I stuttered, before I cleared my throat, "Well, you know, I dated Finn, and even Puck briefly, but, not at the moment,"

They both looked at me, before sharing a look with each other and seemingly deciding to drop the subject,

"Of course you can have them over sweetie," Dad confirmed,

"But no alcohol!" Daddy rushed to add,

"Oh of course not! Who do you think I am?" I asked in mock hurt,

They looked at me proudly. They knew they had the greatest daughter, and trusted me implicitly. Too bad I was set out to break that trust.


The day of the sleepover came around so quickly, I wondered if I had the right date as I sat in my kitchen waiting for the doorbell to ring, but sure enough, as if on cue, the doorbell rang moments later.

I rushed to open the door, pleasantly surprised when I saw that Tina and Mike were the first two to arrive,

"Hi!" I greeted enthusiastically as I give Tina a hug, "Come in, come in, come down to the basement with me!"

They followed me down into the basement, which I had decorated for the occasion, I had even set up karaoke, true New Directions style.

"Just put your stuff down anywhere!" I instructed,

They put their bags in the corner and stood still for a second. The first few minute of any party were definitely the worst,

"Tina! Do you want to help me get some snacks from upstairs?" I offered,

She nodded her head, "You ok down here Mike?"

Mike just nodded so we headed up the stairs and towards the kitchen when the doorbell rang,

"I'll get it, you know the drill; food in the pantry, drinks in the fridge, and cups above the fridge."

I walked over to the front door and opened it once more to see Noah with Artie, Finn and Kurt.

"Hey, guys! Come in! Mike is down in the basement already, so just go down and get settled," I suggested,

Finn and Noah (who had a heavy looking bag I presumed contained alcohol) each took a side of the wheelchair and carried Artie down, and I gave a quick hug to Kurt before going to the kitchen to help Tina.

"Okay, I've got popcorn, crisps, chocolate and lollies, plus coke and lemonade, that all good?"

I nodded, and took half of the stuff down to the basement, Tina following closely behind me,

The bell rings as soon as we get to the bottom of the stairs and I sigh,

"I'll get it, it's probably Mercedes anyway." Kurt offered,

Sure enough, minutes later he came down with not only Mercedes but also Britt and Santana.

They walked into the room dumping their stuff unceremoniously on the ground and greeting everyone. Noah started pouring drinks for everyone and I excused myself to go and get a glass of water, I didn't want to get too drunk too soon. I start regretting that decision after I have grabbed my glass of water, and there is knock at the door. I do a mental headcount and realise that there is only one person that could be at the door, Quinn,

"Coming!" I groaned, well I tried not to groan,

I walked over to the door and took a deep breath before opening it with a smile,

"Hey, Quinn!" I greeted,

"Hey, Berry," she greeted back with a slightly condescending smirk on her face,

'Damn my heart for loving this beautiful girl that just happens to not like me at all.' I thought to myself as I stood aside to allow Quinn to come in. I walked downstairs in front of her and cleared my throat to get the room's attention,

"Quinn's here everyone!" I said enthusiastically.

'Let the games begin!' I thought to myself sarcastically as I poured a shot (or two) of vodka into a red solo cup.


After two hours of karaoke, bad decisions, drinking and overall silliness, the pair of dreaded words are heard,

"TRUTH OR DARE!" A slightly tipsy Santana called out to the room,

An enthusiastic cheer was heard, and soon enough everyone was sitting in a circle in the middle of my basement.

"Okay rules," Puck declared, "If you don't do a dare, you drink a shot. If someone catches you lying… you guessed! Take a shot! Everybody got it?"

There are various nods and answers around the circle,

'God am I glad I've had a few shots already!' I thought to myself,

"I'm starting!" Noah declared proudly, "Quinny, Q, truth or dare?"

Quinn looks nervous at the thought of accepting either from Puck, "Um, dare."

"I dare you to have a shot, I don't think you've had anything to drink that and that's lame." He dared,

Quinn took a shot, grimacing as the liquid went down her throat,

"Okay," She said, making a face and shaking her head in disgust, "Britt, truth or dare?" she asked,

Brittany pondered it for a second, "Truth," She declared,

"Who's the best kiss you've ever had?" She asked,

"Definitely Santana, but I really liked kissing Kurt, his dolphin lips taste like rainbows." She said, dead-serious, as Britt always was,

Kurt blinked in complete confusion for a couple of seconds before we moved on.

Before I even knew it, my turn has come around, and I had the misfortune of sitting next to Santana,

"Berry! Truth or Dare?" She challenged,

I thought about it for a minute, my alcohol-impaired brain obviously wasn't making the best decisions as I soon answered,

"Truth."

"Hottest guy in the room." Santana declared, more of a statement than a question,

I thought for a moment, "Noah." I finally said, believing it to be the safest answer,

There are 'oohs' around the room from the girls and I saw Finn scowling slightly at me and Noah trying to hold in laughter,

"What's so funny Puck?" Santana demanded,

He completely lost it at this point, and I just looked at him pleadingly, I knew he wouldn't tell, but it didn't stop me from being worried,

When he had calmed down he finally answered Santana, "I'm just laughing at the look on Finn's face." He lied smoothly, "And the fact that Rachel chose me over her ex." He added, for effect,

Santana accepted this and we continued around the room,

"Artie! Truth or Dare?" Tina questioned,

"Truth." He chose,

"Do you still find me attractive?" she asked,

Artie paused for a minute, debating the smartest answer, before carefully selecting, "Of course I do,"

That answer seemingly satisfied Tina. I knew there was some unsettled stuff with her and Artie, but she and Mike were very happy, I figured she just wanted some kind of closure. And we continued around the room with various dares and truths going on, a few people ended up taking shot's to avoid the more horrific dares,

"Kurt! Truth or Dare?" Mike asked,

"Dare! Truth is way too risky,"

"Call Blaine and pretend you are making a booty call," Mike dared,

Kurt looked horrified at this thought, but pulled out his phone to 'accidentally' call Blaine, on speaker. The phone picks up and Kurt doesn't let Blaine answer,

"Hey, Baby… so my boyfriend thinks I'm at some dumb sleepover tonight so I'm free, you should totally come round."

"Kurt?!" Blaine chokes out, "What the hell are you saying?!"

Kurt decided to relent and back out, "I'm so sorry baby! It was a dare! You're on speaker. Mike! Say something!"

"Hey dude, yeah sorry, I dared Kurt to call you." Mike apologised,

Blaine relaxed and Kurt hung up the phone, pleased his relationship still intact.

Noah then asked Quinn, "Truth or Dare?"

Quinn replied Truth,

"Who do you think is the hottest girl in the room?"

I looked up hopefully, but Quinn hadn't answered, instead staring off into space,

Noah whistled, "Q! Oi! Did you hear?"

"Yeah sorry," Quinn hesitated, "Uh, Santana, I guess."

I looked down at my feet again. I wasn't really surprised at that answer. It still hurt though. When I looked up, I saw Noah staring at me curiously, so I smiled a weak smile and he gave me a 'We're talking later' stern glance. Even drunk he tries to look out for me.

Another round later, people had switched places. I, however, was still unfortunate enough to be sat next to Santana. How did that happen? But on her right was Quinn, not Mercedes.

"Santana, truth or dare?" Quinn quizzed,

"Truth, I have nothing to hide," Santana declared with a signature smirk,

"Ok, San," she started,"I have known you for years, and I don't think you have once gotten me a birthday present, so, when is my birthday?"

"That's bull! I have gotten you heaps of birthday presents before!" Tana claimed,

"Nu-uh! Never! Not once have you ever gotten me a birthday present!" Quinn argued stubbornly,

"It's the… 4th of February." Santana answered,

'Wrong' I thought, as Quinn answered, "Wrong. It's the 17th March!" She declared proudly,

They continued to argue, though I don't get why. It's not like Quinn could have gotten her own birthday wrong, but you couldn't really expect anything else from Santana.

I walked up the stairs as they continued arguing about who was the better friend, God did I need a break.

She loves to argue, born on the seventeenth

When I came back to the game everybody was staring expectantly at me, it was my turn again,

"Streisand? Did you hear? Truth or Dare?" Santana demanded, apparently for the second time,

"Uh, truth again, I guess," I answered,

"Do you love somebody, as in, 'loooovvvveee' love, and if so, are they in this room?" She queried,

"Um, no and no." I lied,

We played the game for another hour or so, then switched to spin the bottle, which could only ever end in disaster. We ended up agreeing to go to bed at around 3 am, but I fell ended up tossing and turning few a couple of hours, pictures of the evening(including the horrifying moment I had to watch Quinn kiss Santana in Spin the Bottle) swirling around in my head.


After breakfast the following morning, which was certainly an interesting affair, Quinn addressed me directly, for the first time this sleepover,

"Hey, could I get a lift from you?" She requested politely, "Tana and Britt are going together and my mum dropped me off yesterday."

Wow, for someone who hated me, she was sure comfortable getting lifts from me.

"Yeah, sure," I answered with a pretty genuine smile, because seriously, no matter how much she hated me, I still was desperately in love with her. Love sucks.

I pulled up in front of her house a while later,

"Let me grab your bag out of the boot." I offered,

"Oh, thanks," She agreed awkwardly,

I walked her up to the door, hauling her bag with me, she knocked on the door and I sent her a questioning glance,

"I forgot my keys," She explained,

"Hello?" A woman answered as she pulled the door open, "Oh, hi Q honey, I wasn't expecting you back so soon." She smiled,

"Hi mom, this is Rachel by the way. Rachel, my mom," Quinn introduced,

"Hi Ms Fabray," I greeted, not really sure what the woman anymore,

"Hi, Rachel, thanks for giving Quinn a ride home." She thanked, smiling again. I couldn't help but notice she has the same green-hazel eyes as Quinn, now I knew where she got those eyes from.

"QUINNY!" A voice screeched, and a beautiful looking girl ran out to hug Quinn,

"Hey, Soph!" Quinn smiled as she hugged her sister tight,

"I missed you last night! Friday is our night!" The eight-year-old pouted,

"I'll make it up to you next week, I promise," Quinn swore,

I smiled before deciding I should really get going, "Bye Quinn. Ms Fabray, Sophie, it was lovely to meet you both!"

I walked back to my car and got in, staying on the street as I watched Quinn's mum hug her and her sister. I smiled and drove off. I got a text notification so I pulled over to see it was from Noah,

'Do you love Quinn Fabray?'- Noah

I grimaced as I read the text, was I that transparent? I shoot off a quick reply,

'What? What kind of question is that?! Of course not, don't be ridiculous!'-Rachel

I really needed to stop lying to people.

Her sister's beautiful, she has her mother's eyes

And if you asked me if I love her,

I'd lie


A/N: Did you like it? Should I continue writing it? By the way Quinn's character is supposed to be kind of hot/cold at the moment. It's part of her charm! Please leave a review if you liked it and I will strive to update soon. –Lauren's Glee Stories