Continuing to work on this story. I'm in Chapter 6 right now :) Go me. Here's chapter 3 for you. I may not update tomorrow, just to give a little bit of time for this to sink in with people.

I was informed by Olacindy that someone posted a link to this story on an Achele message board. I found the post myself and it brought a huge smile to my face! I didn't think people really liked my stuff that much :D

Keep up the support, it's incredible. This chapter dives a little more into feelings and whatnot, with a cliffhanger at the end ;) Which is mostly why I want to give a day or two in between posts. Let people's minds wander as to what's going on.

Help Me Help You
Chapter 3

Rachel was the first to wake up. The darkness in the room told her that it was sometime in the early morning. The television still being on was the only light in the bedroom. It offered just enough light to where she could see that Quinn was still asleep. Carefully, she pulled her arm off of Quinn's waist and sat upright. Her eyes scanned the room before finally falling on what she was looking for. Her phone. There was a blue light flashing on the top part of the screen to indicate a new message.

After taking another moment or two to compose herself, and shake the sleepy feeling she felt, she unlocked her screen and scrolled down the menu to see several text messages. With a sigh, she loaded the conversation with Finn to look at the texts he had sent to her.

Finn: Hey, where you at? You said you'd be here soon

Finn: Partys in full force miss you

Finn: Fine don't come then Rach

Finn: what the fuck where you at?

Finn: forget it I'm having fun without you

Finn: just stay in with your little girlfriend all night then see if I care

Rachel sighed before finally looking at the time. 2:45AM. Surely the party was over and people were passed out by now, but she still slid open her keyboard to type out a reply to her boyfriend.

Rachel: We decided to stay in. Quinn was really tired after work and I just wasn't feeling up to going to the party

After sending the message to Finn, she pulled down her menu again to see two new text messages from Santana.

Santana: Berry, hope you and Q are good Finn said you were with her

Santana: He's here throwing a tantrum cuz you're not here yet.

Another sigh left her lips. At least Santana wasn't pressuring her about not coming. Surely Quinn had some text messages from the Latina as well.

Rachel: We decided to stay in and watch some movies. I really didn't want to see Finn anyway. I hope the party turned out good

What she wasn't expecting, was a very quick reply from Santana.

Santana: No worries Berry I wouldn't wanna see him either lol

Rachel: He's really mad at me…

Santana: When are you gonna dump him and get with Q already?

Rachel's eyes nearly bugged out of her head at Santana's text message. What on earth was she talking about? Surely Santana was drunk and didn't know what she was really saying. But Rachel couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth in what her friend had just said.

Rachel: What are you talking about?

She knew what she thought Santana meant. But she just wanted to make sure she was on the same page. Santana implied that her and Quinn should get together. She didn't even think about Quinn like that. But why was she now?

Santana: Come on Berry, I know you're not that dumb. You and Q got something. Kick Finn to the curb and give it a shot with Q. She treats you better than he ever would anyway

The brunette's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the text message. She tried not to look too far into it though. Pushing the thoughts aside was the easiest thing for her to do. She was with Finn. She was happy with Finn. At least that's what she told herself anyway.

What if she were gay, her life at school was already rough as it was anyway. Dating the quarterback and being friends with the two most feared people in the school did help her status some. But not much. People still treated her as they always had before. Finn never stood up for her. He just stood back and watched as insult after insult flew at her, or slushie after slushie was dumped onto her head.

The students knew he wouldn't do anything. But, whenever she was near Quinn or Santana, nobody said a word to her. She felt safer around the two girls than she ever did near Finn. But just because she enjoyed their company, especially Quinn's, didn't mean that she loved her. Sure, she loved her as a friend, but that was it. Quinn was just her friend.

To prove her thought process to herself even further, she opened up her phone again to send a message to Finn.

Rachel: I love you and miss you. I'll come and see you tomorrow. Sorry about tonight

As she sent her message to him, she couldn't help but feel as though she was lying to him and to herself. She reached over to place her phone on the bedside table before curling up on her side and simply watch Quinn.

Sure, she was a beautiful young woman. Any normal person could admit that. Who was she kidding anyway? Rachel Berry was not gay, nor did she ever have any urges to even experiment. She simply enjoyed her time spent with Quinn. Her best friend. A smile came to her face as she tucked her hand under her head and closed her eyes. Quinn Fabray was her best friend. And even if she had any urges to experiment with a girl, she definitely wouldn't dare to risk her friendship with Quinn.

The sound of her phone buzzing with a new text message started to draw Quinn out of her slumber. Instead of sitting right up to reach for the device, she just groaned and snuggled further into her pillow. What caused her eyes to open though, was the soft sound of laughter coming from the girl seated beside her on the bed. Rachel giggled again, it was then that the faint sound of the TV started to register in her mind.

Without saying a word, Quinn rolled onto her back and looked over at Rachel. The brunette was sitting cross-legged on the bed, her pillows propped up behind her against the headboard, and in her hand was a bowl of oatmeal. Quinn felt her heart swell some at the simple concept of waking up beside Rachel Berry. That concept confused the hell out of her though.

"Why are you watching me?" Rachel finally broke her gaze away from the television to look down at her bed mate.

"Still trying to wake up."

Quinn's raspy morning voice sent a slight chill down Rachel's spine. She only smiled down at the blonde though, to mask the new feeling that was confusing her as well. "Here," she scooped up some of her oatmeal and offered the spoon to the blonde.

"Who said you could eat my food Berry?" Quinn jested with her before leaning forward to take the bite off of the spoon. "And why does your oatmeal always taste a million times better than my own?"

"Because I use soy milk in mine and you use cow's milk." Rachel stated matter-of-factly before taking another bite of the oatmeal. She smiled at the glare she received. "What? It's true. I make mine the exact same way you make yours, except for my choice of milk."

"Yea, whatever." Quinn rolled back onto her other side and reached for her phone. It was a habit she'd developed ever since she had her first cell phone. "10 new text messages… what the hell?" She ran her fingers through her messed up hair before opening up her drop down menu to look at the texts.

"I had a lot this morning too." Rachel placed her bowl on the stand beside her and fully relaxed into the pillows behind her. She couldn't help but keep her eye on Quinn as her brow furrowed with the first few messages she read.

Santana: Wth Q. Where you and Berry at?

Santana: Finnocence is throwing a hissy fit because you're with his girl

Santana: What's going on with you and Berry anyway?

Santana: Come on Q. Don't leave me hanging here. I wants to know

Santana: Berry just told me you and her stayed in and that she didn't wanna see him. What's up with that

Santana: K, I'm bout to pass out. Text me in the morning bitch

"When did you talk to Santana?" Quinn looked from her phone to her friend.

"I woke up for a little bit about 3. My phone was flashing and I decided to check it, I talked to her for a few minutes before I went back to sleep."

"Six of my texts are from her." Quinn let out a chuckle. "One is from Britt, wondering where we were at. And for some reason, your boyfriend decided to text me three times." Quinn finally loaded those texts from Finn to look at them. She could feel her blood boil the minute she laid eyes on them. "What the fuck is his problem?"

Rachel shut upright and reached for the blonde's phone. It wasn't often that Quinn swore so harshly. When she got her hands on Quinn's phone and saw the messages for herself, she completely understood why Quinn had gotten so angry.

Finn: I know Rach is with you. Wtf Fabray. Bring my gf to the party

Finn: This isn't cool. I always knew you hated me, but seriously, turning my girl against me too thats a new low

Finn: seriously Quinn, stop ignoring me I know you can see these messages.

"And yet he wonders why we don't talk anymore." Quinn stated as she took her phone back from Rachel. "So what are we doing today? I'm off all day long."

Rachel bit her lower lip before speaking. "I told Finn I'd go see him today."

"You going to put him in his place? Tell him to back off some with pressuring you." Quinn raised an eyebrow at the other girl.

"I do want to talk to him, yes."

"Good. Like I said Rach, if you're not ready, don't let anybody else force you. You have control over your own body. I made a mistake and ended up with Beth. Don't get me wrong, I love her with all of my heart and wouldn't trade her for anything. But you really have to consider all of your options."

All of her options. It was what Rachel had been doing most of her night and throughout her early morning. She had a strong feeling that if she didn't sleep with Finn, she'd end up losing him, and by association, any social status she may have gained from dating him. But, if she did sleep with him, it would feel like she'd given up on herself. She glanced over at Quinn once more before she stood up. She was still musing over the statement that Santana had made to her during the wee hours of the morning. Santana was apparently just seeing something that simply wasn't there.

"Now that you're actually awake," she joked, "I'm going to head home so I can get changed and showered."

Quinn stretched her arms above her head, effectively arching her back as she did so. "Alright, I'm probably going to go back to sleep for a little while. I don't get to sleep in much with a two year old, unless it's nap time."

Rachel giggled down at the blonde. "I'll lock the door on my way out."

"Text me later? Let me know how it goes?" Quinn sat up to be able to give Rachel a hug. Thankfully the brunette understood her actions and met her before she stood completely up for a warm embrace.

"I will. Soak up your opportunity to sleep in."

"Plan on it." Quinn shifted just enough to pull the blanket down. She climbed under the covers and sank into her mattress with a relaxed sigh. "Good luck Rach."

Rachel made a soft sound of acknowledgement as she left the bedroom. She took her bowl into the kitchen to place in the dishwasher before showing herself out of Quinn's apartment – locking the door behind her. For some reason, leaving Quinn to go and see Finn, just didn't feel right. It should feel right though because Finn was her boyfriend. She loved Finn. Finn loved her.

Santana's words were still engraved in her head though.

By the time Quinn woke back up, it was after noon. She glanced at her phone to see a new message from Santana.

Santana: your phone off or something

Quinn: No just woke up

Santana: long night last night? Wanky ;)

Quinn blushed at Santana's innuendo.

Quinn: I like sleeping in when Beth isn't here

Santana: so why didn't you and Berry come last night

Quinn: she didn't want to go so we stayed in and watched a movie

Santana: she told me she didn't want to see Finn. So whats up with that

The blonde sighed before she rubbed her hand over her face. She wanted to spill everything to Santana, but it wasn't her story to tell.

Quinn: Don't know, she wont tell me whats wrong said she was going to see him today though. She should be there now

She finally rolled over in bed and felt emptiness. Not only because her bed was empty, but because Rachel wasn't there. It wasn't a feeling she was new to. Rachel being near her gave her a since of security, of comfort. She had felt the sinking feeling in her chest before, but never really thought much of it. Rachel was her best friend. Nothing more.

Santana: You should totally try to steal her away from that jerk

Quinn: What are you going on about San? Im not gay and neither is she

Santana: I wasn't gay either until Britt, just think about it

Quinn shook her head before finally crawling out of bed to get her day started. She decided to head to the grocery store after her shower. It was something she'd been putting off for a few days now and since she had the day to herself, she figured she'd get it out of the way. She left her phone in the bedroom as she went to take her shower to get her day started.

She towel dried her hair after coming out of the bathroom. Being home alone now, she walked from the bathroom to her room with just a towel wrapped around her body. She continued to sing along to the song that had just started playing on her iPod when she shut it off in the bathroom.

All I knew this morning when I woke,
Is I know something now (know something now),
I didn't before.

And all I've seen,
Since 18 hours ago,
Is green eyes and freckles and your smile
In the back of my mind making me feel like...

Quinn was interrupted when she heard her phone start ringing. She hummed along to the tune of the song as she answered the phone, "hey Rach."

"Quinn?"

The tone in Rachel's voice had her scared for a moment. "You okay?"

"Yea, do you mind if I come back over for the day… Finn… and I had a fight."

Quinn could easily tell there was more to it than that. But she also knew better than to ask and push Rachel to talk. Granted, Rachel normally talked all of the time, but whenever it was to do with personal matters, she shut down. "Sure, I mean, I was going to go to the store today, but I can just go tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you Quinn." Rachel quickly hung up.

Quinn though, could tell that Rachel was close to crying. Whatever it was that they fought about must have been bad to have Rachel Berry crying. She was usually so tough skinned that nothing phased her. Quinn felt herself be worried on Rachel's behalf. She remembered their conversation last night vividly and wondered what exactly Rachel would have said to Finn.

Song Quinn was singing was "Everything Has Changed" by Taylor Swift. I heard the words to the song and thought it was perfect for Quinn and Rachel. :) There will be singing throughout this story, I mean, come on, it IS a Glee fic lol

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