"Wait til you hear the stories about her," Brittany nodded, grinning devilishly at her phone screen.

Brittany then points at a tall boy who had messy, dirty blonde hair, wearing a light blue polo shirt and walking towards Quinn with the signature Fabray smile. He hugged Quinn and Rachel watched as Quinn's face lit up at something the Fabray brother said.

Quinn smiled and looked up, she caught Rachel staring. The brunette quickly turned away and tried to start a conversation with Brittany. Brittany just smiled at Rachel and gave her a thumbs up before mouthing an 'I love you' and walking away.

"Brittany," Rachel whispered sharply, but she knew it was too late when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She turned around to face the blonde Cheerio. Quinn smiled at the brunette. "Um, Frank, this is-"

"The, famous, Rachel," the tall blonde boy laughed, "I'm Franklin Fabray,"

Rachel laughs, "um, uh, nice to meet you," she looked at Quinn,

"My baby sisters won't shut up about you, Rachel, they talk about how funny you are, how cute you are, how-" Quinn glared at Frank and punched his arm gently.

He laughed and wrapped his arm around the beautiful girl standing next to him. The red head smiled and put her hand out, "my name's Margo,"

Rachel smiled a little and shook her hand, "hi,"

"You should come to the party later," Franklin said, followed by the Fabray-eyebrow-quirk and Rachel couldn't help but smile at that.

"Me and Margo are getting married," he nodded and smiled proudly.

"Gosh, you will find any reason just to say that out loud wouldn't you, darling?" Margo laughed and kissed his cheek, "but yes, Rachel, you should come,"

Rachel smiled at the couple then turned to the blonde who was being unusually quiet. The Cheerio looked at Rachel.

"Yeah, you should come, Rach, I could pick you up and stuff, you know, if you want to,"

"Sure, why not? Sounds, fun,"

Quinn and Rachel just smiled at each other as the school bell rung. The group said their goodbyes and Quinn walked Rachel to her next class. The blonde couldn't wait to have Rachel all to herself. She was secretly hoping that Charlie would be her normal self and ditch another family gathering. She couldn't let her twin take Rachel away from her, not tonight.

Quinn grinned as the brunette linked her arm with hers. She opened the front door of her house and they stepped inside. Franklin spotted Rachel and waved then smiled and got up from his seat.

"Do you mind if I take your girlfriend away from you for a sec, Rach? Someone puked on Margo and, yeah," he pointed at his fiancee, who was yelling at a boy who looked very drunk.

Quinn made a face and turned to Rachel, telling her she'd be right back. Rachel smiled at the Cheerio and nodded. Franklin handed Rachel a can of beer.

"Drink up, Rach," he smiled and walked off.

Charlie hung her coat up and was about to walk up the stairs when she saw a familiar face standing by the shelves in the living room which had picture frames arranged from one end to the other. Charlie could only really remember one photograph on one of the shelves, and it was a photograph of her and Quinn on a tire swing at an old park they used to go to together all the time. When they turned six, the swing was taken down and then the year after that, the tree was cut down too. The tire swing is also one of the few good memories Charlie had with her twin. She shook her head and snapped out of her flashback. The girl standing by those shelves was gone. The shorter-haired Fabray rubbed her neck gently, telling herself she might be going crazy. She turned and quickly clutched her hand to her chest.

"Rachel? You scared me," the rebel laughed at herself.

"I'm so sorry, Charlotte," Rachel laughed with her.

"It's alright," the Fabray smiled, "wanna go up to my room?" she took a look around and frowned, "it's crowded, and, insane, down here," she continued.

"I can't, I'm here with Quinn, so, I don't want her to go and look for me and-"

"Oh no, it's fine, she told me to watch you for a bit, 'cause she's busy and all," Charlie lied and nodded.

"Oh, well, okay then," Rachel smiled as Charlie took her hand and led her up the stairs into her room.

Charlie turned the lights on and yawned before walking over to her stereo to put on some music. Rachel looked around and all she could see were posters of rock bands and hockey players posted all over the four walls. She also saw albums stacked up on the desk and three guitars arranged at the corner of the room.

"You play?"

Charlie smiled and sat down on her bed, "want me to play something for you?"

Rachel sat down on Charlie's office chair and swiveled around to face her as she nodded. Charlie grabbed the acoustic guitar and held it on her lap, she pulled out the pick she keeps under her bracelet. Right as Charlie was about to strum, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Charlie sighed.

"Hey," Margo stood at the doorway, "Quinn told me I'd find you here," she chuckled.

"Oh," the brunette got up and smiled at Charlie, "I'll talk to you later, Charlotte,"

Charlie smiled back, "yeah,"

Rachel smiled at Margo before stepping out of the room. Margo closed the door and Charlie put the guitar back down.

"Hey Charlie,"

Charlie could hear the lock of the doorknob click and slowly turned around. Margo stood in front of her and took the Fabray's hand gently.

"I can't wait to show you what's under this dress," the woman smirked.

Charlie felt Margo lead her hand up the black dress. She closed her eyes slowly. "Margo, we can't do this anymore, Franklin, is downstairs, and-"

The older woman chuckled lightly, "don't let your little high school crush on that Rachel girl make you forget who you really belong to," Margo whispered in Charlie's ear.