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Note: This is the only scenario in which the relationship/feelings are going to be one-sided. Not every one can be perfect, right? After this, there is only one more chapter, and then the story is done. Please review.

Has always been

(Has always) always been

(Has always) always been

Has always been

"Quinn, wait up!" the Jewish girl runs after her.

"Why would I wait to talk to you, when I can just talk to you while I'm walking? It saves me time and that way, I don't have to look at you," the blonde sneers.

The dark-haired beauty recoils. "Quinn, I just wanted to ask you…"

"What?" The blonde whips around, her hair flying perfectly behind her.

"Are…are you going to the Winter Formal with anyone?" The girl timidly asks.

"As a matter of fact, yes," she replies. "And besides, you're the last person on Earth I'd ever go to a dance with." She turns on her heel and struts away. The other girl slides down the wall in shame, covering her head with her arms as she cries quietly.

"Tina?" A high voice sounds from above her. She shudders and looks up. "Oh, it's just you, Rachel," he rolls his eyes.

"Go to hell, Kurt," she mumbles.

"Hey," he squats down to reach her level. "You've been crying. What's up?"

"Like you care," she scoffs. "No one could possibly care about me, as one Quinn Fabray nicely pointed out for me just now."

"Quinn's a bitch," Kurt waves off the idea of the popular Queen Bee.

"No she's not," Rachel says indignantly. "She's amazing…she's perfect…she's perfect."

"Why, Miss Berry," Kurt looks surprised. "If I didn't know how much you're in love with Finn…nah," he shakes his head. "It couldn't be."

"Couldn't be what?" She murmurs.

"You and Quinn? I mean, why would you be in love with her? She's so mean to everyone, and by everyone, I of course am referring to mostly you."

She glares at him. "Maybe…maybe Quinn makes fun of people because she likes them, or…or maybe it's because she's jealous of their talents."

"You're in love with Quinn," his eyes light up. "You're in love with her!"

"I…I…" she begins to protest, but it is too late; her words have given it away.

"Oh, this is the biggest scandal in McKinley High history," Kurt's mouth falls open in disbelief. "Rachel Berry, the most mocked girl in school, is secretly in love with the most popular and worshipped girl—not boy, but girl—in school."

"Am I really the most mock-" she begins to ask, but he interrupts her again.

"I wonder how many gossip points I could score with 'Cedes over this," he muses.

"Oh, Kurt, please don't tell anyone," she begs. "Especially not Mercedes. It would be all over the school by tomorrow morning if she knew!"

"And?" Kurt queries, seeing no problem with this.

"And then I'd have to change my name and move to Israel," Rachel moans.

"I really don't see a problem with that," Kurt says innocently.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Rachel sniffles, self-pitying.

"It's not you that I hate," Kurt stands up. "It's your talent." He dusts himself off and struts away, swinging his messenger bag over his shoulder as he goes along.

"My life is over," Rachel groans, putting her head back down again.

Later

"Mercedes, I have gossip for you!" Kurt trills.

"Okay, okay," she grumbles. "How much is it worth?"

"One thousand," Kurt smiles proudly.

"Damn, Kurt," she whistles. "This is big. Alright, lay it on me."

"A certain Glee clubber of ours has a crush on one Quinn Fabray."

"Well, that would be Finn," Mercedes says. "Or perhaps Sam. Kurt, we all know that already. That's not 'big news'."

"It's actually a female Glee clubber that likes Quinn," Kurt squirms impatiently.

"Wait, what?" Mercedes sits up suddenly, grasping her phone tighter. "Who?"

"Give you a hint: her ego is bigger than her bra size," Kurt smirks.

"Oh, snap," Mercedes' eyes widen in realization. "Kurt, this is huge!"

"I know," he says. "Now, give me the points."

"One thousand has been added to your total," Mercedes says. "And well-deserved, too. How did you find out about this?"

"Rachel all but told me," he answers. "And my gay-dar was blipping again."

"Let me guess: Quinn doesn't return the feelings," Mercedes states.

"Nope. In fact, Quinn is downright vicious to Rachel. Just makes the story better."

"Oh, wait," Mercedes opens her Facebook page. "Rachel just updated her status."

"Don't tell me it's another one of her Barbra Streisand love testimonials," Kurt groans loudly. "Or, oh the pain, another status bragging about how amazing she is?"

"No. She's, quote, 'heartbroken', unquote."

"Such a drama queen," Kurt rolls his eyes. "She'll get over it soon enough."

Later

Rachel takes a shuddering breath and dials the blonde's cell phone number. Naturally, it goes to voicemail, Quinn having seen who was calling her. "Hi, this is Quinn. I'm not here right now, so leave a message and I'll get back to you!" Rachel sighs and waits for the tone to sound so she can leave the message that could ruin her reputation forever.

"Hello, Quinn. This is Rachel. Uh, Rachel Berry. Look, I…I'm sorry for the hallway today. I…I just wanted to know if you were going to the dance with anyone. If…if you weren't…I was hoping maybe we could go together or something." She gulps, tears coming to her eyes. "Because I l…I kind of l…I'm sort of in l…" She bites her lip. "I'm in love with you," she whispers before clicking her phone off, throwing herself face-down on her bed, and crying into her pillow before falling asleep. She knew in her heart that the message would be all over the school by the next morning, that Quinn was probably listening to it right now and forwarding it to Santana, and that by the end of the week, she'd once again be the laughingstock of McKinley High School.

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