Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters; I do not own the lyrics to the song in the chapter.

A/N: Currently unbetaed. All mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy! I hope this chapter is as big to you as it is to me.

Head down, eyeing the phone that was hidden in her novel, Quinn tuned out the overly-bright voice of William Shuester. Glee club had been agonizingly droll lately so the blonde didn't think it would matter if she didn't pay attention just this once.

She opened up the tumblr app on her white iPhone and decided that as long as nobody was paying attention to her she could let Charlie out minutely.

"We'll be okay, right now, Charlie, everyone is either asleep or daydreaming." Quinn nodded resolutely as she clicked the new text post option.

Expertly navigating the touchpad keyboard, while trying to still look like she was only tracing the book's lines, Charlie emerged to type out Quinn's thoughts and feelings.

She couldn't help the roll in her stomach that occurred as she wrote about how Rachel and Finn held hands in the front row. She grimaced as she continued, "freaking Hudson and his freaking meaty hands holding her totally non-manly hands. I bet his hand is crazy clammy."

Her face contorted as she mocked Finn in her head, "Oh look at me, I'm star quarterback, and I can't hold in my ejaculation!"

A few chairs from Quinn, Santana snorted, "What was that, Q?"

The blonde felt heat rise to her cheeks and ears as she embarrassingly realized she had said the last part out loud, and scanned the rest of the room for those who might have heard. Thankfully (or maybe not so thankfully with the way Santana was looking at her), Santana seemed to be the only one who heard Quinn's musings.

"Nothing, S, just talking to myself." Quinn looked down at her phone again, struggling to control her blush.

The darker girl snorted again and shook her head, "yeah, right, Tubbers."

Rolling her eyes and shifting away from Santana, Quinn looked down again at her phone debating whether or not she could let Charlie out here again or just wait until she got home to finish writing her rant.

"I'm sorry for even risking you, Char."

The blonde saved the post as a draft and decided that instead of refocusing on another of Shue's eighties rock lectures she should answer the messages she noticed she had, and then get to know her followers. Since they had done the kind task of following her, she thought it would be best to make a short list of the usernames and thank them all in a 'kind followers' or 'follow forever' post.

She opened up her inbox, again with nerves and happy jitters coursing through her veins, "Maybe there will be a sweet one again."

She tilted her head as she read the words of the two part message a few times over, "Hm, not necessarily sweet, but caring? I'm happy that I helped her see from a different perspective, but? Huh."

She furrowed her brow as she contemplated how to reply to the anonymous message. She let out her feelings in regards to how the sender said that she "shouldn't give up hope" and how she "never knows what could happen" and the "She just might like you back." The blonde scoffed, "what does this anon know?"

Quinn had given up hope a long time ago, she realized that her response was more than a little self-deprecating, but it didn't matter. It was how she felt, and though she tucked Charlie away, she decided that Quinn could make a least one post.

Her heart warmed, thankfully, as she clicked the followers button, noticing that she had gained five more followers in the last couple of days; giving her an even twenty.

She quickly grabbed a pencil and wrote the usernames in the margin of her book, to make sure she wouldn't forget who they were as she wrote her post.

"imustknowwhy… raggedymanandameliapond… carthonasi… shadow-box-photos… kelseyshea… acciodiannaagron, oh her icon is pretty she looks like me… savingmyvoice…" Quinn smiled as she wrote the names, that was, until the color drained from her features and she held the phone as close to her face as could without going cross eyed, "oh my god is that Rachel? That looks like her in the icon? Oh my god oh my god."

"Quinn!" She jumped, falling backwards in her chair when Mr. Shue called out for her to put her phone away, until her back slammed to the hard ground and the chair dug painfully into her back.

"Oh my god," she thought over and over even though the air was knocked out of her and voices that seemed as if they were being spoken through layers and layers of cotton were practically screaming at her asking if she was okay and a certain petite brunette's hand that was wrapped around hers trying to help her up.

"How did she find my blog? How did she know? Does she know? There's no way, I haven't said my name once! Oh my god, oh my god, this can't be happening."

After it took half of the Glee club to get Quinn back upright, a half dozen insults in spanish from Santana, a muttered "are you okay?" from Rachel, the class sat back in their respective chairs, Shue resuming lecturing, and Quinn regaining her breath, she finally clicked to 'savingmyvoice's' blog.

If the "Hello, I'm Rachel Berry" in the description didn't confirm who the blog belonged to, the multiple pictures of New York and Broadway as well as Rachel's favorite quote "Life moves pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once in a while you could miss it" as the first post, might have been a dead giveaway.

Quinn desperately tried to control her breathing, as it became more than apparent that it was indeed the one and only Rachel Berry following her blog. Her safe haven. A place where she could be herself, without the fear of having to maintain her perfect façade or the fear of having to hide her sexuality or love interests. Where she could be happy.

"Quinn, you want her to be your happiness."

"But this is mine."

"Yeah, but if you were to be in a relationship with her you know you'd have to be open. There would be no "Quinn and Charlie" there would just be you. She'd have all of you, Quinn. We don't even know if she knows that it's your blog. She may only think it's Charlie's."

"But what are the chances? There is barely any chance that she would just randomly find my blog."

"Like the anon said, "you never know.""

"Oh my god…"

"What?"

"What if she wrote the message?"

"...that would be a good sign. What if it isn't her?"

""She just might like you back" oh my god! She likes me back!"

"Now, Quinn, the message didn't say that. We don't even know for sure if it's her!"

"Oh my god, oh my god, she likes me back. She said to "prove it" oh my god. I have a CHANCE!"

"Quinn… please don't get yourself too excited. She's still with Finn, and we don't even know anything else for sure."

"Oh my god, oh my god, I'm going to look over the rest of her blog and I'm going to follow her back and I'm going to message her and I'm just going to act like Charlie - just in case - but oh my god, oh my god. And in the first message she said she liked my blog. She LIKED my blog!"

"Get a grip on yourself."

"SHE LIKED MY BLOG."

"Q…?" Brittany gently nudged Quinn's shoulder with her own. She was getting worried; Quinn's face was looked like a big red tomato, and the smile she had on her face was so big that it was more than a little terrifying.

Quinn was too enthralled with Rachel's first post to really hear Brittany's concern.

"Savingmyvoice: Hello I'm Rachel Berry!

"Pleasure to meet you all! I'm making this blog as a head start to jump into the social media sphere before my big debut on Broadway. Admittedly, that most likely will not be until a couple of years, as you see right now I'm getting ready to attend college in order to solidify my talents even further."

"God, she's so cute and ambitious," thought Quinn silently.

"A good education is key into creating a good life! My fathers always told me that as I grew up, and though at first I didn't take to it because of constant bullying at school, I've come to appreciate the fact that having the appropriate knowledge has gotten me so much further already.

"My goals for this blog are to share my feelings and thoughts with everyone out there who may be my future fans. I have always liked the idea of getting to know my (future) fans, and I thought this would be an excellent way to start.

"I am not certain how frequently I can update this blog because I have so much going on already - with classes, auditions, friends, and family; oh! And Glee Club!

"Glee Club is my second passion - next to Broadway, of course. I can really let loose there with all of my, dare I say it, friends. It has been a long hard journey to get to the point where I can call them such a term, but frankly I'm glad I was able to get that far.

"Soon I will be graduating, and to be honest, and I really hope that I don't sound shallow when you read these words, but I am so ready to move on from Glee Club, this dreary town, and make something of myself.

"Don't get me wrong, I love my friends in Glee Club, but it's time I fly. Nobody is going to rain on my parade on my journey to New York and becoming a Broadway sensation.

"Get ready New York!

Here comes Rachel Berry!"

"Oh she's so incredibly perfect. She's going to make it so far. She has it all planned out. I'm so so proud of her."

"Quinnnnnn…." Brittany's hand was moving back and forth in front of her.

Quinn looked up with the same smile from before with a dazed look in her eyes, "Hmmm?"

"Did you hit your head when you fell earlier?"

The hazel-eyed girl just smiled impossibly wider and shook her head no and returned her eyes to her lap. The taller blonde just bit her lip nervously and gave Quinn a quick hug that she didn't seem to register.

What did seem to register, however, was Mr. Shue's, "Alright, Rachel, take the stage."

Quinn's head snapped up as Rachel hopped up on the stool in the middle of the room and the band began to play a familiar melody.

"Don't wanna be alone tonight

On this planet they call Earth

You don't know about my past and

I don't have a future figured out

And maybe this is goin' too fast

And maybe it's not meant to last"

Quinn's breath caught in her throat as Rachel began to sing. Admittedly, that happened every time Rachel sang, but this time was different. Because now Quinn had hope.

"Oh god, what if she's singing about Charlie?"

"Quinn, sweetheart, come on, she's sent you like two messages and looked at your blog. She has Finn. It's highly improbable that she's singing about Charlie."

"Ah! You said improbable, not impossible."

"But what do you say to takin' chances?

What do you say to jumpin' off the edge?

Never knowin' if there's solid ground below

Or a hand to hold or hell to pay

What do you say? What do you say?

"I say, hell freakin' yeah."

"I just wanna start again

And maybe you could show me how to try

Maybe you could take me in

Somewhere underneath your skin

"She could start over with me anytime. Maybe, even be over me."

"What do you say to takin' chances?

What do you say to jumpin' off the edge?

Never knowin' if there's solid ground below

Or a hand to hold or hell to pay

What do you say? What do you say?"

"Refer to my first answer."

"Hey now, hey, my heart is beatin' down

But I'm always comin' back for more, yeah

There's nothin' like love to pull you up

When you're lyin' down on the floor, babe"

"Do you mind if I put you on the floor again, but with me on top of you?"

"So talk to me, talk to me like lovers do

Yeah, walk with me, walk with me like lovers do

Like lovers do

"What do you say to takin' chances?

What do you say to jumpin' off the edge?

Never knowin' if there's solid ground below

Or a hand to hold or hell to pay

What do you say? What do you say?"

"Don't know much about your life

And I don't know much about your world…"

"You will, Rach, Charlie and I promise."

The blonde cheered with the rest of the group and made sure to catch Rachel's eyes as she smiled at her.

It was time to go, but now that Quinn had a feeling of life pulsing through her she was determined to prove to Rachel that she was good enough. Hell, she didn't know if she believed she was or not, but if there was even the slightest chance that she could possibly make Rachel hers… there was no way she could pass that up.

When the rest of the group had left (not without Santana's "you're acting really weird today, Stretchmarks"), Quinn walked over to the two people who had stayed behind; Finn and Rachel.

The blonde rolled her eyes as Finn pathetically asked Rachel out to Breadstix for that night.

"They have no vegan options, Finnept."

"They have no vegan options, Finn. I don't know how many times I've told you." Rachel sighed as she looked up at her giant boyfriend.

"That's not true, Rach, they have a salad. You like salad!"

Quinn smirked at how blatantly Rachel sighed, "Finn…" but her smile instantly dropped when Rachel continued, "It would be… my pleasure… to accompany you tonight."

"Awesome." Finn gave his dopey smile and leaned down to kiss Rachel, whom promptly turned her head so he could only get her cheek. If Finnept noticed, he didn't seem to care because soon he was calling goodbye happily saying he'd pick her up at seven.

Scratching her head nervously Quinn approached Rachel, "hey, uhm, I don't know why you let him treat you like that. There's a better restaurant that's just a little further down the road that has options that would be more suited towards your lifestyle. You deserve better than just a salad for a meal."

Rachel sighed, but not meanly, more in a tired sense Quinn noted.

"That may be true, but he is my boyfriend. It's the least I could do I suppose - he likes Breadstix."

The blonde bit her lip and decided to brave it; she places a hand on Rachel's small, but strong, upper arm, effectively getting the shorter girl to meet her eyes.

"Listen, Rach, the least he could do is take you to a place that will actually fulfill your hunger. A relationship - it's supposed to be equal. I know that if I was your girlfriend, I'd definitely make sure that you were happily fed with more than just leafy greens, even if the restaurant was out of the way."

As Quinn began to realize what she said, "girlfriend? God, way to be blunt," she swallowed the frog in her throat and tried her best to keep a relaxed stance and face.

"W-well that's very nice of you, Quinn. It makes me happy to know that under that rough exterior you like to put up there's a caring girl that would go out of her way for people."

The blonde's heart hurt a little at the comment; she had deserved it though, she had been rough throughout their high school experience. A time and place would come to apologize for that though, but for now,

"Yeah, well, I just stayed behind because I wanted to say how much I liked your performance today. You really got into it; with your talent I'm surprised you're not on Broadway already."

Just like a few days before, before Rachel even had time for respond, Quinn was walking backwards out the door with a shy smile, "see you tomorrow, Rach," and one single thought,

"she liked my blog!"

A/N: So hey guys! Thank you so much for reading. I hope you liked how that played out :x I'm sort of nervous about it. The usernames mentioned above are real tumblr url's so check them out, (Rachel's may even be real… hm…). Thank you for reading/reviewing; until next time!