Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.

A/N: Currently unbetaed, all mistakes are mine. Special thanks to all the amazing people who reviewed. I want to thank Mad World for saying they're proud of me, goodness gracious, I can't explain how special that made me feel. Also a shout out to Jaely for helping give me the idea to include Quinn's father. And to all the other beautiful reviewers, I can't express my gratitude! This chapter is for you guys; I hope you like it!

There she stood; her heart poured out, her hand desperately clutching the brunette's, and her entire body shaking in unwelcomed anticipation. Quinn stood on unreliable legs and searched for any clue as to what Rachel was thinking.

Quinn's five minutes had been up about three minutes ago, but Rachel had yet to respond to the blondes explanation. The wait was killing Quinn.

"Please, God, let her say something."

"Why isn't she saying anything?"

"She looks like one of those machines that's processing so much information that they freeze on the outside."

"Well she needs to dethaw!"

Quinn looked over the smaller girls rather blank face. Rachel had a distant look in her eyes, which held a few residual tears. Quinn'sheart broke; the last thing she ever wanted to do was make Rachel cry. She knew she had no choice in doing so, though, because no matter when she had decided to tell Rachel the girl most likely would've gotten hurt. Quinn didn't want to hurt Rachel anymore. She knew that if everything worked out that fights would be inevitable in the future - that's just how relationships worked - but she also knew she would do anything in her power to never intentionally hurt Rachel. She knew that she would always do her best to make Rachel happy and give the brunette the life she had always dreamed of.

"I-I… I need some time… Quinn."

The blonde held the brunettes hand to her face and cried. She cried for holding back so long, she cried for her own heart, but mostly, she cried for Rachel's pain, for Rachel's confusion, for Rachel's heart.

The blonde nodded, sniffed to no real avail, and stood as tall as she could on her weak legs. She met Rachel's blank eyes with her tear-filled ones. All Quinn wanted to do was take the brunette in her arms and make it better. How? She didn't know, but maybe she would take the smaller girl into her arms and just rock and hold her until the world didn't seem so delusional and scary.

Ever so softly, Quinn leaned forward and left a heartbreaking kiss against the brunettes tear-streaked cheek. Using all the strength she could muster, Quinn pulled away and dropped Rachel's hand. She slowly backed away from the girl, and casted one last longing look towards the brunette before turning and walking down the front steps back to her car.

Quinn ran into her bedroom and flung herself down on her soft comforter. Her face burrowed into her pillow and she screamed. She screamed until her throat was raw; until her lungs were devoid of oxygen; until her face was red; until her heart didn't feel so damn empty.

And then, she cried. She cried until there didn't seem to be any more air to breath into her struggling lungs; until her eyes burned and the skin around them was inflamed; until her nose was running; until her body felt so numb that the tears stopped, and so did everything else.

Quinn awoke later that night to a loud banging against her locked bedroom door. She groaned quietly and dug her fingers into the soft fabric under her. She pulled it up desperately against her chest. Her head was pounding so badly it made her feel like crying all over again. The knocking persisted, growing louder and louder, quicker and quicker; the noise was definitely not helping the blondes headache.

"Damn it, Q! Open the fucking door!" Santana's voice travelled through the door and into Quinn's pulsing ears.

She groaned again, "Go away, Santana!"

"Bitch, open the door! Your mom called us saying that you were answering her when she knocked and asked Britt and me to come get you out of your damn room. We were supposed to go to the movies tonight anyway."

Physical and emotional pain was laid over Quinn like a thick blanket, and she struggled to pull it off as she attempted to get off the bed.

"Santana… please… can't we just go to the movies another night?" Quinn's voice was broken and quiet, but Santana had heard it anyway.

"Shit, Q… Just open the door, okay? We don't have to go anywhere, I promise," Santana replied softly.

Santana truly cared, and it made Quinn feel the smallest, smallest bit better. Slowly and reluctantly, Quinn trudged her way to her bedroom door. She rested her forehead against the door and called out quietly, "Britt, are you there?"

"Yeah! Hi, Quinn!" Brittany was chirpy and happy sounding, but Quinn knew better. She knew as soon as she opened the door Brittany's sad, caring eyes would meet hers and the taller blonde would see right through her.

"Quinn, open the door, okay? For me?"

The blonde had no resolve to withstand Brittany's request. She slowly unlocked the door and opened it, to come face to face with her two best friends. Santana was obviously trying to look tough, but Quinn could see the real concern shining through the girls eyes; Brittany, however, wasn't hiding anything. She threw her arms around Quinn's neck in a tight hug, and though Quinn was thankful for the gesture, the squeeze was hurting her pulsing head. She quickly pulled away from the hug, but gave the other blonde a soft smile to help assure her that she had appreciated the hug.

"Shit, Q, what the hell happened. You look like shit."

Quinn didn't doubt it. Her eyes were stinging from using up all of her tears, and all around the poor blonde felt pretty pitiful and disgusting.

"San, be nice. You look beautiful," Brittany smiled gently and brushed stray hairs away from Quinn's face. Quinn laid her head on the other blondes shoulder and closed her eyes. She needed this; she needed her best friends. She needed their support because she was sure that she had lost Rachel's. Not just the brunettes support, but all of her. She had lost the only person that she would ever love. Quinn felt that she would never be okay, again.

Quinn yelped as Brittany picked her up bridal style, "BRITTANY! Put me down this instant!"

Brittany just smiled and carried Quinn over to the bed, and laid her down softly. Santana laid down next to Quinn on the right, and Brittany on the left. The couple turned towards Quinn on their sides and smiled down at the girl.

"Dr. Lopez,"

"And Duckter Pierce,"

"Open for business,"

"We take care of all sicknesses,"

Quinn lifted her hands to her face and laughed, "Oh my god, they haven't done this since middle school."

The pair each held up a hand to count the 'sicknesses' on their fingers.

"Tummy aches," said Santana.

"Cramps," replied Brittany.

"Sore throats,"

"Scratches,"

"Bruises,"

"Crying eyes,"

"Boy problems,"

"Girl problems," Brittany winked and Quinn blushed; "she always knows everything."

"Horny problems," Santana said with a playful glint in her eyes.

"We take care of it all!"

"So, give us a call!"

"We'll be your medical ball,"

"To make you tougher than the Great Wall!"

Quinn smiled up at the ceiling, chuckling and shaking her head, "That's the best and worst thing I've ever heard."

"It made you smile," the couple replied in unison, linking their pinkies together and resting their hands on Quinn's middle.

"I had forgotten all about that," Quinn sighed with a soft smile, "Thank you, guys. That was just what I needed."

"Talk to us, Q," Santana said quietly.

"Yeah, Q, Doctor and Duckter are here. It's okay," smiled Brittany encouragingly.

"We're professionals," the couple again said in time with each other.

Quinn chuckled before becoming incredibly somber. She thought back to middle school when everything had been so simple, but so horrible at the same time. There was no pressure of high school popularity, but her parents had been on a whole other level back then. Her father had just received a big promotion which had fueled his ego, and ironically, his anger. Anything could set him off, no matter how small. If Quinn or her sister, Frannie (who was now off finishing law school and training to take on child abuse cases), were not absolutely perfect in the eyes of Russell Fabray, then all hell would break lose. Things would be thrown, words would be cursed, and fists would collide with his terrified children's bodies - and as always, Judy Fabray would just watch from the sidelines. Whenever Quinn would "mess up" and receive punishment from her father, Santana and Brittany would always be there right after to help Quinn feel better; thus Dr. Lopez and Duckter Pierce were created as a way to give Quinn an outlet; as a way to help Quinn get a few laughs into her otherwise horrifying day.

Softly, Quinn whispered, "I'm gay."

The two girls on the side of her just laughed, "Silly goose, we've known that for a long time," said Brittany.

"Yeah, it isn't like you're very subtle about it," said Santana, "I mean look how you look at me," she winked with a smile.

Quinn managed to crack a smile and smack Santana's arm. She replied playfully, "Oh whatever, you couldn't see that with your eyes glued to Britt all the time."

Softly Brittany brought up the real issue at hand, "Quinn, you know I don't just stare at Santana, so I know that you don't really ever look at her in the way that she's saying… But you do look at Rachel like that." The taller blonde looked over Quinn's face and suddenly, the tears were back.

"Ah, shit, Q," Santana said softly as she wrapped her arms around the crying girl. Brittany ran her hand through the blondes hair, and cooed gently, "Hey it's alright. It'll all work out. Tell us what happened."

Quinn turned towards Santana and buried her face into the soft cotton fabric of Santana's shirt, "I fucked up, you guys. I fucked up so badly."

Santana rubbed Quinn's upper arm as Brittany gently massaged Quinn's scalp.

"Keep going, it's okay," whispered Brittany.

"I created a blog and somehow Rachel found it… I wasn't Quinn on that blog, though.. I called myself Charlie."

"You mean like how you used to do in elementary school?" Brittany asked.

Quinn furrowed her brow, "Huh?"

"Remember," Brittany continued, "when we were little you didn't like to be called Lucy or Quinn so you came up with Charlie. Your dad didn't mind you being Charlie because the name reminded him of a boy and he had always wanted a son, but once you became older he got angry at it and told you to grow up out of your 'silly little imaginary world' and that you were a lady."

"He's such a hypocrite," growled Santana.

Quinn remembered. She remembered being called Charlie by half of her second grade class; how had she forgotten that? She thought she must have repressed the memory, like she did most memories of her father. Quinn didn't want to think of her dad and pressed her face further into Santana's chest, comforted by the familiar smell of her best friend. She decided to banish all thoughts of her father for the time being and continued on with her story.

"Anyway, Rachel found my blog and apparently fell in love with it… and Charlie. About a week or so after she found my blog, I figured out she was following me. By that time, it was already too late and I still believed I would never have a chance with her. Th-"

"Wait, wait," Santana cut her off, "Why would you want a chance with the troll anyway?"

Brittany smacked Santana's arm, "Because she loves her, San, shh, let her finish her story."

Santana grumbled, and Quinn wondered for the thousandth time how Brittany was so smart.

"But then, I got an anonymous message, whom I later figured out it was from Rachel. The anon - Rachel - made me realize that I always had a chance. At the time, I didn't know it was Rachel, but I decided that I would find out if the anon was Rachel or not, because it sounded like her. When I found out it was her, we talked on IM for a little while. When we went to the mall that night, I was going to tell her. I was going to tell her I was Charlie and how I felt, but you dragged me away. So I ran back to tell her, but she was already gone. Then, the weekend came and I got scared; I wasn't going to tell her right away. Which, I now realize was a mistake, but at the same time it was an inevitable fact that she would get hurt. We talked on IM again tonight, and she told Charlie her feelings for me; that was when I knew I couldn't wait anymore. I sped over to her house, knocked on the door, and when she answered… I kissed her. I kissed her for all she was worth. I put every ounce of my love into that kiss. The best part, though," Quinn sat up and closed her eyes, reliving the supernova of a kiss that she had actually had the honor of living out, "she kissed me back."

"Damn, Q…" said Santana with wide eyes, "I didn't know you had it in you."

Quinn looked at the pair as they sat up next to her, "I fucked up because now she never wants to see me again; I just know it. She gave me five minutes to explain myself, so I did; I even told her she was my one and only… I just… She was blank. I couldn't read her face or her thoughts. She said she needed time, but… I don't think that time will ever have an ending…"

Quinn buried her head in her hands and used all the strength she had to hold back her tears.

"I love her so much…" she whispered brokenly.

The couple wrapped their arms around Quinn's shaking body, and held her until her breath evened out.

"Well, it's obvious what we have to do," Santana said firmly.

Quinn looked up at Santana quizzically, "It is?"

"She better not be planning a slushy attack or I swear to god almighty they won't find the body."

Santana rolled her eyes playfully with a smirk, knowing full well what Quinn was thinking, "Yes, we have to get your girl back, duh!"

Quinn looked between the two nervously, "How exactly do you plan for that to happen? I doubt she'll ever want to speak to me again."

Brittany kissed the side of the other blondes head, and Santana just scoffed, "Please. For being in love with the hobbit you sure seem to know nothing about her. Have you seen the way she looks at you? The way she fawns over you when you sing? She loves you just as much as you love her; she just needs time to process everything. She's probably really angry that you withheld everything for so long. You just have to show her that you're not Charlie, and not just Quinn. You're everything in one package with a big bow on top! And, what's the number one way to get into Rachel Berry's heart?"

Quinn was beginning to see a ray of hope, "What?"

"A song!" Santana said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world (which it was).

Brittany squealed and clapped her hands, "That's perfect! I'll do the choreography!"

Quinn bit her lip in contemplation,

"Sure, it's a bit cliche…"

"But, it's bound to work."

"You'll be outting yourself to the entire Glee Club."

"I don't care. I only want Rachel. I'll do anything to have Rachel. Anything."

"Alright, let's do it," Quinn smiled.

The trio began discussing possible songs, and debating who would stand where.

Quinn wasn't sure if what they were doing was going to work. What had happened was a big deal that might not be able to be fixed with just a song; but Quinn had to try. Her best friends had come to the rescue and helped her climb out of the black pit of despair. Like Rachel had said all those days ago, "There's always a chance." She had to get her girl. She wasn't going to let anything stand in her way. Now that she had felt those soft, plump lips moving against her own, and Rachel holding onto her as tightly as Quinn held her cheeks, Quinn knew that there would never be anyway that she could turn her back on the girl who had stolen her heart from the very beginning.

"I'm going to win the love of my life over. Everyone watch out; Quinn-Fucking-Charlie-Fabray is on a mission."