Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters.

A/N: Currently unbetaed. All mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy!

As Rachel left her ballet class in tight black tanktop and windpants, her mind filled with the person whom had been occupying her thoughts almost constantly for two days. She hadn't been able to check Charlie's blog since she left Charlie her message, and was worrying that maybe her message had been too short, too sweet, too… something?

Her mind was going into the whirlwind that frequently occurred when she got too caught up in something, and try as she might she just couldn't get it to stop this time, ("I wonder if Charlie has read it yet? Responded yet? Maybe I got Charlie to smile; I hope I did. I wonder if Charlie has nice teeth?), that was until she ran into a person turning around in front of her, effectively bumped their heads together.

"Oh my god, ouch," the woman groaned, putting her hand to her mouth as Rachel yelped and covered her forehead from the sudden pain.

The brunette's eyes widened comically as she realized what happened; not only had she ran into someone, she had run into Quinn!

"Oh Barbra, I'm so, so sorry Quinn! I hadn't seen you," blindful nervousness coursed through Rachel's veins that caused her to step forward and place her hand on the area of Quinn's chin she had bumped into, and maybe if she hadn't been so consumed with her nervous rambling she would've caught Quinn's breath hitching.

"Did I hurt you? Please say you're okay; I really didn't mean to bump into you. Obviously if I had seen you standing there I would've moved to avoid causing us injury, and furthermore.."

Quinn bit her lip to keep from smiling at Rachel's antics, "Rachel. Rachel, breathe."

It seemed to Quinn that Rachel's already wide eyes widened further as she noticed what she was doing. The brunette stepped back and took a deep breath; with an embarrassed small smile she said, "sorry."

"No, no, don't be. I'm actually kind of glad you ran into me." Rachel tilted her head in confusion, silently urging Quinn to go on.

"I, uhm, I've been meaning to talk to you. It's about the other day."

Immediately, Rachel started off rambling.

"Oh, please, Quinn, don't worry about it. What you said to me I fully deserved. I shouldn't have been prying into your life. It's none of my business and though I didn't understand that when we argued, I've been thinking about it and I have now realized the errors of my ways; I really hope you forgive me Quinn. I really like having you as a friend and I'd hate to have things revert back to our old ways."

As soon as Rachel noticed Quinn's eyebrow raised her mouth slammed shut, "You really need to learn to get a grip on yourself sometimes, Rachel."

Quinn smiled softly at her - "that's odd," Rachel thought - and shook her head.

"Rachel, I meant that I've been meaning to talk to you so I could apologize."

"Wait what?" Rachel looked up at Quinn thoroughly confused, "Wait what?"

Gathering her courage, Quinn straightened her back and met Rachel's chocolate brown eyes that she couldn't really ever get to leave her mind.

"Rachel, I want to apologize. I shouldn't have snapped at you. You were just trying to help. It actually means a lot to me that you care, and honestly, Rachel, I'm really grateful for that."

Rachel couldn't help it, her jaw dropped and her arms that were previously crossed across her abdomen fell; "wait what?"

Quinn bit lip nervously, "did I break her?"

"I mean it, Rachel. I thought long and hard about this. So, please, accept my apology?" Quinn stomach was rolling in fear and anticipation as Rachel continued to just stare slack jawed at her.

Despite Rachel's lax exterior, her mind was moving at 1000 miles a minute, "She's apologizing? Sure, not for everything in the past, but still, this is Quinn Fabray, apologizing to her. Is that even possible? Well, apparently because she just did. She looks so nervous. And expectant. Wait, I'm supposed to say something, aren't I?"

Quinn breathed a sigh of relief as Rachel put on a smile and straightened up, "Quinn, I accept your apology, but I still hope that you accept mine."

A big smile that Rachel didn't even know was able to grace Quinn's face appeared, "Yeah, Rach, I can do that."

Rachel matched her smile as she heard Quinn call her 'Rach'; what Rachel didn't hear however was the "Anything for you" that was ringing throughout Quinn's head.

"Well, this has been a surprisingly pleasant conversation, Quinn, but I'm afraid I have to be going; my fathers are awaiting my presence for dinner."

Rachel immediately felt guilty for lying, but she couldn't possibly tell Quinn the true reason. The brunette just really, really, really, wanted to read Charlie's blog.

"That's okay; I have to be home anyway. My mom is wanting to have a 'mother-daughter bonding dinner," Quinn rolled her eyes, but then smiled at Rachel good naturedly. "It was nice seeing you, Rachel. Have a nice night."

As Quinn walked away she turned around, walking backwards, "and by the way, you look really good."

Before Rachel even had time to process it, Quinn was turned away walking briskly down the side walk. Rachel blushed harder than she had in a long time, and smiled as the continued on her walk home.

Rachel walked into her silent house with a smile, Quinn and Charlie dancing around in her mind. She had been surprised to say the least, when Quinn had apologized to her and even more surprised when she complimented her, but it quite frankly made her want to hop around and squeal.

She and Quinn were finally moving on, finally becoming friends.

She climbed the stairs and entered her room imagining having Quinn over for a sleepover sometime, "Maybe I could show her Charlie's blog."

Her mind switched over to Charlie and she happily skipped over to her computer desk, moving her mouse to make the screen come to life. She plopped down unceremoniously in her desk chair and typed in the url to take her to see her dashboard. She scrolled for a little while looking at various posts and pictures from blogs she had followed after sending Charlie the message, only refraining from checking Charlie's blog because she wanted to convince herself that she wasn't totally obsessed.

When curiosity got the best of her, she clicked the address bar and typed in the url she had quickly memorized, "theheadqueerio .tumblr .com."

Soon the webpage was filled with the white and blue blog that entranced Rachel's mind and heart. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw that the answer to her question was the latest post.

"Anonymous Asked: Hi Charlie! I just wanted to let you know that I absolutely adore your blog. I'm really happy I found it, and I can't wait to see what other great posts are to come!"

"Charlie: I can't express to you the smile that I got when I read your message. Thank you so much !"

Now her heart was skipping multiple beats and a smile was threatening to break her face. She had gotten a response! She debated what to message Charlie next. She didn't want Charlie to think that she was a crazy obsessed stalker.

"Well you have been thinking non-stop about 'em."

"Oh be quiet, I'm not a stalker."

"Are you sure? You have been obsessing."

"No, I just have an admiration for Charlie's blog, writing, and feelings."

"Kinda weird, Berry."

"Shut up."

Rachel shook her head to get her debating thoughts from her mind, deciding that she was not really creepy or weird as she scrolled through Charlie's latest posts.

She read the tags for each one, still getting caught up in the posts that were tagged "to the one." The brunette desperately wanted to know, as each post about "the one" revolved around things that said "words, how little they mean when you're a little too late" or about the feelings Charlie felt around "the one."

But more-so than last time, Rachel was enthralled with the posts that Charlie used to describe him or herself. There were posts of bookstores and tourist sites tagged "adventures to seek" and quotes about demons and strength tagged "words to remember." Her favorite posts were the art posts of paintings and exhibits. She thought it let her see into Charlie's interests and how she thought.

Soon, she landed on a music video that Charlie had posted, not just reblogged. She watched it and smiled as the video wore on. It was amazing. It was creative and interesting and fascinating – just like Charlie. She smiled as she read the excited comment Charlie made about the video:

"MS MR – Fantasy -

How amazing is this video though! Cheerleaders vomiting glitter, great camera angles and shots, the lead singing and just standing there with senior citizens. This is creative genius in my eyes, and I could not be happier to have found this video. Not only that, but the music is great too!"

Indeed, the video was creative genius; Rachel made a mental note to take notes about the creativity in the video for her future music video endeavors (ignoring the thoughts about her Run Joey Run video) – "How haven't I thought of this stuff?!"

Her breath caught when she realized the next post was Charlie's writing. Her eyes poured over it eagerly;

"Hello dears!

"First off and foremost, thank you so much for following me! It hasn't even been a week and I already have more than I expected to get in a couple months. I hope that my blog will continue to bring you a smile for as long as this blog lives.

"Today I just plan to get everything off my chest. Maybe it will help you understand me better, and maybe you don't really care at all, ("yeah, right," Rachel thought), but anyhow I think it will help me clear my mind.

"Since I have started this blog, I've been in a better mood; not completely smiley and happy, but better. This is really helping me out, I think. Besides that tiny bubble of goodness, this week hasn't been that spectacular besides what happened with the one, earlier today."

Rachel's breath caught for a countless time, "Charlie's going to talk about the one?"

Her eyes continued on, even more captivated.

"School was a drag; I swear, those teachers - specifically one of them whose name I will not mention - care more about getting a hard-on in the janitor's closet with the guidance counselor than actually giving us students a chance at a successful education. Honestly, they are probably there for the paid summers off as teachers than anything else. I don't care what their mission statement on their syllabuses say, that's complete bullshit."

Rachel didn't even care about the profanity because Charlie cared about education as much as she did it seemed! She chuckled at how much Charlie's statement about the janitor closest reminded her of Mr. Shue.

"Besides the stupidity that is my school, I also have had to deal with my family and friends. They almost all think they know exactly what is going on with me, or they ignore me completely. I hate how it has to be one side of the scale or the other. Why can't there ever be a balance? Why can't something finally fall into place for once?

"Right as I was coming to terms with this and seeing it as just a few high school students more conceited than being able to see what was really going on with me, the one comes up to me and doesn't tell me what's wrong with me, but actually asks. Then all of my feelings bubbled up, and being the woman I am out in the real world," woman! Rachel smiled, finally knowing the gender of the person that was stealing her thoughts, "I pushed them back down at the fear of being vulnerable to the one. That couldn't and can't happen because of the simple fact that I was also coming to terms with the fact that I will never be able to have her as my own; but here she came, tentatively approaching me at my locker to ask me if I was okay, and if something was the matter, with nothing but complete concern in her eyes.

"So, so badly I wanted to pull her into a hug and whisper softly that her just asking me made me feel better than I had in years, but then the pain of realizing that I could never do that made me snap at her. I told her it wasn't any of her damn business and that I was perfectly fine without her there breathing down my throat. I felt so terribly guilty, I wasn't even mad at her, and just wanted to cry and take her in my arms and whisper how much I love her and how I never ever meant to hurt her - now or in the past.

"How could I do that though? I couldn't bare to see her look at me with suspicious and incredulous eyes. It's better to keep her at an arm's length, than to let her in, only to lose her. I couldn't handle that. I couldn't handle hurting her really. Snapping at her… it's always been a part of our dynamic. I have realized now that it was my way of pushing away my attraction to her. And now, it's either habit or fear or both, because I try. I really try, ya know? I want her happy, and I know that I could never even get the chance to be the one to do that for her. She deserves better than me, and even if it hurts so incredibly badly to snap at her and try to ignore her and watch her with her oaf of a boyfriend, I know that I will never be what is good for her. I can't put myself in a position to hurt her more than I've already have.

"The bright side, however, is that of all the other things I'm coming to terms with, I have finally accepted the fact that, yes, I'm a lesbian. I thought at first that I only had these urges and feelings for the one, and while my feelings for her are real intense love and adoration, I also see now that I do admire other women more likely than deemed "normal."

"And strangely, I'm okay with that, even though I most likely will never feel the way I do for the one for anyone else. Honestly, I'm surprised I've made it this far in being comfortable with my sexuality. But I have, and really, I'm proud of myself - which is a very, very difficult thing for me to say.

"I think this is a good place to let off. I feel much better now that I've gotten that all off my chest. I hope you don't mind me rambling though!

"Cheers,

Charlie Q."

The brunette slumped in her chair as she took all of Charlie's words in. This poor girl was broken, but trying to be strong. She couldn't get the one she loved, and Rachel knew that, that had to be incredibly painful for Charlie.

What got to her more though was how much she seemed to have in common with Charlie, in regards to the conversation Charlie had with "the one." It sounded oddly similar to the argument she had, had with Quinn.

Rachel decided that this was the perfect way to get closer to the mysterious, broken girl. She opened up the Let's Talk page once more, and typed away to the girl that she desperately wanted to know more about.