Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.

A/N: Currently unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.

Quinn was lying back on her bed with her right arm covering her eyes. Her mind was wandering relentlessly and constantly conjuring up the memory of being at Rachel's house just a mere twenty minutes ago; along with the smell of the smaller girl, her laughter, the way her arms had wrapped so surely and protectively around her, and how divine the lasagna was.

When Quinn had walked into the Berry household earlier that evening her heart had not been prepared for the night in store and that was evidently obvious when her eyes had landed on the plates of heavenly good and the meticulously laid out blankets and drinks, and her favorite movie ready to be played on screen.

Her heart had soared at it all. Rachel had spent a lot of time setting everything up, Quinn was just sure that it had taken hours to create that masterpiece of lasagna. She just couldn't believe that anyone, let alone Rachel, would take that much time out of their day to do something so above and beyond for her.

When the blonde had seen Rachel holding her private journal however, her flying heart crashed into a dark pit. If Rachel had read the ones about her love, she would be out to Rachel in a way that she didn't want. She wanted it to be special, not by accident. She had been trying desperately to grab onto the shining rope of hope that maybe Rachel hadn't read the poem; but then Rachel said she had skimmed the first page and anger had flooded over her. She had not been angry at the brunette, but she knew that she had made it seem that way. She hated that she had done that. She hadn't been mad at Rachel, she had been angry with herself. She was angry that she had been so careless, negligent. Quinn had not even realized she had pulled her private journal out, and was even angrier because Rachel could have found out everything in a way that was not special and personal. It would have made Rachel feel as if Quinn had been lying and hiding and playing games, because further on in the journal Quinn wrote about Charlie and Rachel; both names completely out in the open with no regard or disguise.

Quinn sighed and sat up, and pulled out one of her notebooks from the backpack at the edge of her bed. She flipped through her pages until she found the one she was looking for.

"Operation Favorite"

Step One: Get closer to her. Flirt with her subtly and make her smile. Don't take too long, get your girl.

Step Two: Tell her my feelings for her. Through notes? Song? Hand holding? A KISS?

Step Three: Get her to show me Charlie.

Step Four: Explain to her that I am Charlie

Step Five: Prepare for backlash: Close eyes and heart, listen, deep breaths, deep breaths, don't cry.

Step Six: Give her my heart.

Step Seven: ? ? ? ?

Step Eight: Profit!

Quinn ran her hand through her hair and scanned over the words. She was embarrassed that she had even put the last two steps. She really needed to take a break from the online world… but that could wait; Quinn placed the notebook beside her and grabbed her laptop from the nightstand.

She tilted up the screen, which instantly came to life and typed in her security password. She quickly opened up her blog, as well as her instant messenger.

"Rachel is on."

"Should I…"

"..."

"I'm gonna do it."

Quinn clicked on savingmyvoice and opened up a new window…

Charlie entered the room…

Charlie: Hey Rach, are you on?

Rachel entered the room…

Rachel: Yes! Hi Charlie! :)

Charlie chuckled and typed back.

Charlie: Well hi there! How are you? Was your night good?

Rachel is typing…

Rachel: I'm doing okay. I'm having a little trouble in my love life… that sounds weird; I mean it in the way that I'm falling for two people. Good news is that I think I have a chance with one of them, and that's making my heart have multiple palpitations. My night was pretty good.

Charlie: I'm glad your night was good, but oh damn, that does sound like trouble. What are you going to do about the one you think you have a chance with?

Rachel: Do everything in my power to get her. I want her, desperately.

Rachel: She was at my house tonight.

Quinn's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

"ME?"

"Oh my god, oh my god, she's falling for me?!"

"OH MY GOD."

"The love of my life is actually falling for me?"

"This has to be a dream."

"This definitely has to be a dream."

"I can't breathe."

"Fuck. My heart."

"I FEEL AWESOME."

Charlie eyed the Operation Favorite beside her and smirked, "No need for you anymore." She tore out the sheet and made it into her trashcan when she threw it, "Sccorrreeeeeee!"

Last message sent 7 minutes ago…

Rachel: You there?

Charlie: Yes! Yes, sorry, ahaha, uhm, did anything happen with her tonight *wink wink*

Rachel: Noooooooo Charlie lol. Well, kind of, but not like you think. Can I tell you a secret?

Charlie: Of course, I won't tell anyone.

Rachel: I read her private journal by accident… well, half-accident. I imagined that she wanted me to read it, but after I had it became evident that, that was not the case.

Charlie: What did you see/read?

Rachel: I realized that this poor, beautiful, amazing girl is broken. Broken beyond recognition. She feels as if she has to be perfect, and that explains why she acted why she did these past years. She feels like she has to be at top or she is nothing, a failure; and she absolutely is not a failure. She's the most stunning, successful girl I've ever met because, you know what? She survived.

Charlie couldn't breathe, like, at all. She had tears stinging her eyes and her heart hammered against her chest threatening to escape. She had never felt so understood, so loved. For the first time in a long time she didn't feel like the world was about to crash and burn around her. Someone actually understood, and best of all, it was the love of her life.

Charlie: wow.. I don't know what to say, that's just beautiful...

Rachel: She's beautiful

Rachel: Wow that was sappy, true, but sappy

Charlie: Lol, it was sappy! I enjoy it though, tell me more about her?

Rachel is typing…

Rachel is typing…

Rachel: Okay, well… let's see… she's gorgeous, and I don't just mean beautiful, but I mean gorgeous. Captivating, stunning, jaw-dropping. She's glamorous and elegant. What many others don't know though, is that she's all of those things on the inside too. She's beyond smart, and from what I recently discovered an amazing poet and artist. Not many people are able to bring me to tears with their words, but she… she could ask me to do anything and I would. There has always been an indescribable connection between us, and it hasn't always been good, but I know that we have always pushed each other to be the best that we can be. That's what I want in a relationship. I want someone who will help me remember my dreams and help me reach them, all while I'm helping them reach theirs; a partnership, a friendship, a real love.

And in that moment, Charlie became Quinn in a whole new sense. There was no distinction. There was no difference between the two, because Quinn had realized that she wanted to be one whole. One everything. One partner, friend, and love to Rachel Berry. No strings. No distinctions. Just her and Rachel.

Quinn sobbed with a smile on her face because everything she had wanted had finally been said, had finally become true. Rachel wanted to be with her, Rachel thought all those things about her. In Quinn's mind she was unlovable; unwanted; unneeded; unvalued; incomplete; but here was Rachel throwing all those thoughts out of the window and giving Quinn a whole new lease on life. Quinn felt alive. Really alive. For the first time in years. The happiness she had been feeling for these past couple of weeks were dim in comparison to the absolute joy and light that were filling her entire body. She had a reason to live. She had a reason to be the best she could be. She had a reason to take control over her life. She wasn't afraid anymore. She had no reason to be afraid because her one, her one and only, had made Quinn her one too.

Charlie: Oh Rachel…

Rachel: Sappy I know haha

Charlie: I have a very.. very strong feeling that she feels the exact same way.

Rachel: Lol, how would you know that?

Quinn looked over at the trashcan she had threw Operation Favorite in and smiled. There was no need for a plan now; she didn't have to woo Rachel. Rachel already cared for her. Loved her? She wasn't sure, but it seemed like it, and that was enough to make Quinn want to race to her and tell her everything. She knew she should have done it at the mall that night, but her doubts had gotten the best of her; but she was going to make it right.

Charlie: I know who you like, and I've talked to her. I know that sounds incredibly creepy and I really hope that doesn't make you want to never talk to me again, but trust me, okay?

Rachel: …Charlie? What do you mean you've talked to her?

Charlie: I just have, and I know that's a big shock, but please trust me.

Rachel: …You're kidding, right?

Charlie: Absolutely not. I've got to go. I have something very, very important to do.

Rachel: Wait!

Charlie has left the room…

A/N: I planned to continue this chapter but I felt this was a good place to leave off. If I could reply to all the reviews, I would because they each mean so, so, SO much to me. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Thank you so much for reading, I have the next chapter planned already. I know I updated last night, but I just had to get this chapter out; the reviews were so inspirational and the idea just hit me. Anywho! Until next time!