As Rachel made her way through the hall, bouncing and swishing her pleated skirt my heart thrashed; resembling a humming birds wings in flight. How could she be so oblivious to the effect she has on me? I resisted my urge to run up to her and hold her hand instead I simply stood watching, merely hoping I was merging into the wall that my back was so intensely pressed against. She proceeded to swish her way out of sight around the corner; I felt the air finally leaving my lungs and watched as the corridor grew gloomier; her glowing presence fading. I watched people going about their ordinary business wondering how she had not left each of them stock still in awe, just as she had left me. I let my feet carry me around the corner desperately wanting to bask in her glow once more, needing this hollow feeling in my chest to leave me. My feet picked up their pace as I found the corridor empty, I was well and truly running as i bounded my way past the choir room only to come to an abrupt stop when I heard her beautiful melody's. I stood at the open door watching her pour her passion into the room, of course she was not alone. No of course something had to ruin this beautiful moment for me, the one thing that always got in the way like a lanky barrier: Finn Hudson. She was pouring her heart out to this brute that always managed to throw it back in her face at some point or other. I slipped my way into the room, not even breaking their concentration, of course it was inevitable they would notice me so I busied myself in a low cupboard knowing that even when they did notice me they wouldn't be fazed because of course they had such an open to the world relationship, it shouldn't be like that. They were so wrong together it should be just two people loving each other not needing to shout to the world but being content in just being, how could she not see that? I could show her; oh Rachel let me show you. It's surprising how easily I could make myself invisible. I mean before the pregnancy; gosh even through the pregnancy it seemed every eye was always on me, always scrutinising or hating. Now the only time anyone even notices my existence is to thrust slushie into my face. For once in my life I was relishing in my invisibility. I sat and listened to every non-consequential word they shared, listening to the tone of her voice, the love she was expressing and imagining she was saying it to me. Imagining she felt something for me. After I watched Finn's feet walk out of the room I lifted my head over the piano once more, Rachel was still lingering by the raised seating; after a moment of hesitation I walked over to her.

"Rachel?"

"Hmm? Oh hi Quinn…"

"I, well I want to talk to you."

She sat down and patted the seat next to her which I then sat in. She watched me try to frame my sentence in my head with a quizzical look on her beautiful face.

"About the other day, in the café—"

"Don't worry, I understand."

"You do?"

I felt the shock vibrate through my body.

"Oh course, I just think you need to distance yourself from him for a while. It'll get easier to be around him. Don't worry Quinn."

I felt a pang of disappointment.

"No, I mean you've got it all wrong!"

I could feel the words forming on the tip of my tongue, I love you Rachel. I started to splutter as she cut me off.

"But Quinn He's mine! I know it's hard for you, God knows I've felt that way too. But really we have something beautiful here, I love him and he loves me back! Can't you grasp that? I love him so much. Don't take this away from me, he's the only thing I have that you don't. He chose me! Please can't you understand that I love him? That I need him more than anyone in the world?"

I watched as she got a protective expression on her face. Their relationship isn't beautiful at all though. It's ugly! We could be so much more beautiful! We could be legendary. She was still under the impression she was in love with him. Maybe she is in love with him, that thought caught me off guard again, I can't do anything to make her love me because she's already in love with him. I ended up mumbling;

"That's still not what I meant"

"What is it Quinn?"

"It really doesn't matter now; I mean you answered my question without realising it"

I might have been saying too much but I was just so confused and dazed that I really didn't care.

"Your teasing me now Quinn, what do you mean, what was the question?"

"I, I can't Rachel I'm sorry. It would only hurt us both."

I looked down away from her confused face, it took me everything I had to walk out of the room and it was a miracle that I didn't walk into any of the furniture.

I avoided Rachel like the plague, like the most beautiful plague in history. If I saw her bouncing her way into the corridor I'd bounce my way out, though of course my version of 'bounce' looked pathetic comparatively to her light happy glow. In any classes we shared I kept my head down until the bell rang and then I ran out of that class room as though eye contact with her would kill me, no it'd do worse, it'd break my heart.

I am writing two alternative endings one revolving more heavily around Quinn and Blaine (Who am I to have him, to read this look at my profile), the other keeping its focus more solely on Quinn's relationship with Rachel (This will continue on here). Please read one if not both and give me feedback?

"Quinn, Quinn… wake up beautiful" Blaine's hushed tones echoed around my room drawing me in to consciousness.

"Blaine?" I attempted to say at least, though in my sleep deprived state it come out distinctly muddled.

"Is that my new nickname? 'Hi, I'm Blaine but my friends call me Blaeh'" I could hear a smile in his voice that sounded abnormally perky for this late at night, actually what time was it? I made an effort to open my eyes and with a large unflattering yawn I rolled to check my alarm clock that confirmed my suspicions; 3:25! But that wasn't the most shocking thing I discovered with my newly opened eyes, Blaine Anderson was hanging from the outside of my second floor window, now this woke me up!

"Blaine what on earth are you doing? You could fall to your death!"

With my heart beating out of my chest I flung myself out of bed stumbling over my protesting kitten Tilly and thrusted my window open.

"Couldn't you have come to the door at a decent time like a normal person?" I teased once we were both safely seated on my bed.

"What can I say? I know how to make an entrance."

"Blaine you're not freaking Edward Cullen"

"Hmm, well you do look ravishing in that T-shirt and knickers number"

"Correction, you're not even an Edward Cullen wannabe. You're a pervert who climbs into girls bedrooms at the dead of night."

"What's the difference?"

For that I aimed a whack for his arm, instead he managed to grab my arms and pull me towards him, I snuggled against him as I felt my exhaustion wash over me as my adrenaline faded out.

"Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you here?"

'To solve all of your problems"

I tilted my head to look at his face in confusion,

"I have a plan for you to capture your true loves heart."

My playlist for this fic:

Justin Bieber, Fall

Taylor Swift, You belong with me