Here's the next chapter for you. I figured I'd take a few minutes before I left for work to get this posted. That way when I see reviews while I'm on my breaks I'll be happy :D You all are incredible for the support you've given this story. I only hope it continues to grow as this story continues.

I plan on taking my time with any Faberry romance that's going to happen in here. Some of you probably figured out what happened to have Rachel so upset, this chapter will dive further into that and hopefully explain more of her thought process behind it.

When I get home tonight from work I plan on continuing to write more to this. I'm still only in chapter 6, I didn't write anything more yesterday. When I got home, I was just in too much pain to sit at my computer to type. Hopefully tonight won't be that bad, plus I'm off tomorrow.

Help Me Help You
Chapter 4

Quinn stood up from the sofa when she heard her doorbell ring. She'd been waiting for Rachel's arrival ever since she received her call about an hour ago. The minute she opened the door though, the smaller body of Rachel practically crashed into hers. "Hey… what happened?" She wrapped her arms tightly around Rachel's form. Against her chest, she could feel the brunette shaking her head. "Okay, come on in." She kept her arms around Rachel as she led her into her living room and onto the sofa. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." Rachel allowed herself to be sat on the sofa, still staying close to Quinn. She was seeking any type of comfort she could get. Which was exactly why she'd gone right from Finn's house to Quinn's apartment. She sniffled some as she curled into Quinn's side. The feeling of the blonde's arms around her, her hands on her lower back, relaxed her.

"You're scaring me Rach…" It was true. Rachel's nonstop crying was starting to scare her. In all of her years knowing her, she'd never seen her break down the way she was now.

Rachel shook her head once again. "I… I can't." She sniffled again before turning her head away to cough.

Quinn was completely lost. All she could do was hold her best friend and console her as she cried into her chest. "Whatever it is Rach, it'll be okay."

"No it won't…" Was all she said before closing her eyes. Being in Quinn's arms helped to completely relax her. After a few more moments, she finally stopped crying. She made no attempt, though, to move out of her friend's embrace.

"Please, talk to me honey." She whispered, trying her best to soothe her friend.

Rachel remained silent for several moments. She felt used. She felt dirty. She was scared to tell Quinn the truth. There was a fear overtaking her that Quinn would hate her for not listening to her. Rachel had wanted listen, she tried to listen, but her own fears of losing Finn pushed away everything Quinn had talked to her about the night before.

Finn had been right in the past. She was so terrified of being left alone that she would succumb to just about anything people would ask her to do. Sleeping with Finn had turned into one of her largest mistakes she'd ever made in her young life.

Finn never made Rachel feel like his equal. She took a moment to think back to when their relationship was just starting. Rachel remembered how he constantly pressured her for more than just kissing. When they first started dating, Rachel was still very adamant on the promises she'd made to herself. But as time passed, an overwhelming fear of abandonment started to push away her self-made promises. He had engraved into her mind that without him, she would no longer have Quinn or Santana and by extension, Puck and Brittany.

She'd tried, and failed, to battle off his 'teachings.' Rachel knew how much Quinn and Finn loathed one another. If she were to lose Finn, she knew, deep down, she would never lose Quinn. But sadly, she didn't feel the same way about Finn. If she were to lose Quinn, she didn't know if Finn would always stay by her side.

"I… I want to break up with Finn…" Rachel finally spoke after about fifteen minutes of silence.

"What happened?"

"He used me…" her voice was just a whisper.

Quinn found herself straining to hear what the brunette had said. When her mind actually registered her words, she subconsciously pulled Rachel even closer to her body. "Are… are you okay?" Her mind instantly filled in the gaps. Rachel's tears, her long silence, the fact that she had just said he used her… it all made sense.

She shook her head before nuzzling further into Quinn's embrace. Why hadn't she ever felt so comfortable in Finn's arms? If she were to be honest with herself, all of her wandering thoughts were giving her a headache. Rachel decided, at that point, that it was all Santana's fault. She'd never once looked at Quinn the way she was now, until Santana opened her mouth. "Can we just stay like this?" Rachel bit her lip nervously, worried over what Quinn would say.

The blonde also bit her lip. She did, however, pull Rachel even closer to her. "Of course we can."

"Can we watch a movie?"

Quinn chuckled some. It was obviously one of Rachel's favorite past times. "Sure, you can pick."

The brunette stood up from the sofa and wiped at her eyes one more time. She slowly made her way toward the TV stand to search through the DVD collection Quinn had accumulated over the past few months. Without having cable hooked up in her apartment, Quinn relied on Netflix and DVDs to keep herself occupied. "Are you in the mood for anything?"

"You know I'm always all for Star Wars or Iron Man." Quinn smiled at the way Rachel rolled her eyes. "Don't judge me."

"I'd never judge you Quinn." Rachel pulled Iron Man 2 out of its spot on the case and popped it open to put it into the DVD player.

"Good choice my friend." Quinn smirked when she watched familiar previews start showing on the TV. "I'm surprised you chose Iron Man, I thought you hated it."

But you love it. She stopped herself from saying the first thing that popped into her mind. "I just want something that's numbing. And watching a movie that you've made me watch 100 times before is numbing to me." She placed the DVD case on top of the player and made her way back to the sofa to curl up with Quinn. Rachel placed her head on the blonde's shoulder and sighed happily.

She'd been thinking nonstop over what Santana had said the night before to her. Surely Quinn didn't think the same thing. Rachel, being raised how she was, knew that love showed no boundaries. But she'd never felt attracted to another girl before. She wished she could understand why she felt so safe in Quinn's arms. She allowed her eyes to close as she took in Quinn's scent. A faint mix of vanilla and something that was distinctly Quinn filled her senses and helped her to drift off to sleep.

Quinn felt the shift in Rachel. Her breathing had slowed down and she was no longer trembling under her touch. She glanced down at the brunette to see that she had fallen asleep. She shifted her hand up to run her fingers through Rachel's hair. She reached for her phone and opened it to send a text to Santana.

Quinn: Something happened with Rach and Finn

Santana: Ill kill him

Quinn chuckled softly. It was like she had told Rachel the night before. Her and Santana's relationship may not have been the best, but Santana did care about the people she considered to be her friends. Though Santana would never admit it, she did think of Rachel as one of her best friends.

Quinn: don't know what happened though she wont tell me

Santana: Imma still kill him Monday

Quinn: I'll be sure to tell her that when she wakes up

She wanted to say more. She wanted to tell Santana what she was thinking had happened. Though, while she was nearly certain, she wasn't completely positive on her assumptions. Quinn's attention was drawn away from her phone when she heard Rachel's start to ring. Instead of waking Rachel up, she reached for the device and silenced it. Especially when she saw Finn's name on the screen. Surely Rachel wouldn't want to talk to him, not after the way she was crying when she showed up at her apartment.

The phone started ringing almost immediately after the call had ended. Quinn felt her blood start to boil. As delicately as she could, she wiggled her way out from under Rachel. She replaced her own body with one of the throw pillows for Rachel to curl into. She then grabbed the diva's phone and walked into the kitchen to answer it.

"What do you want?"

"Quinn? What are you doing answering Rachel's phone?"

"She's sleeping. Figured if I didn't answer if, you'd keep calling and eventually wake her up."

"Well I need to talk to her." He sounded a little desperate.

"Whatever happened earlier, upset her. She doesn't want to talk to you."

He huffed before speaking, "You don't even know what happened earlier. Wake her up."

"No. And you need to back off of her. She'll talk to you when she's ready." Quinn peaked around the corner into the living room to make sure Rachel was still, in fact, sleeping.

"Listen Quinn, I know you want her for yourself, anybody with eyes can see that. But you can't have her. She's with me. She loves me. She slept with me. You'll never have any of that with her. Now let me talk to my girlfriend Fabray."

Without saying another word, Quinn ended the call. She quickly silenced Rachel's phone before Finn could call back. Her fear had been confirmed. With what Rachel had said earlier, Quinn had a suspicion, that Finn had just confirmed. Her heart broke some as she looked back into the living room to see Rachel clinging to the pillow for dear life.

Things didn't really make sense. Why would Rachel be so upset if it was something she decided to do? Quinn's blood began to boil as other thoughts started to crowd her mind. Rachel shouldn't be so upset. All she could do though, was retake her place on the sofa next to the brunette. She carefully pulled the pillow out of Rachel's grasp and shimmied her way back into her original spot. Quinn wrapped her arms tightly around her best friend and simply held her.

Quinn could tell that something had happened. But she couldn't allow herself to be caught up in it. She didn't know anything for certain, and if Rachel didn't tell her, she'd never know.

When Rachel awoke about an hour later, she was surprised to see she was still in the same spot she fell asleep in. Quinn's arms were still securely around her, and her head was snuggled into the blonde's shoulder. She lifted her head to look up at Quinn. The blonde's eyes were trained directly on the TV and her jaw looked tensed.

"Quinn?"

The blonde turned her attention away from the television to look down at Rachel. "Morning." She smiled softly. She couldn't be mad at Rachel, no matter what she tried. She knew she was frustrated with her for not telling her what happened though.

"You look upset…" Rachel started off slowly as she pushed herself to sit upright.

"Your boyfriend called right after you fell asleep." Quinn frowned when she noticed Rachel tense up at the words. "Is there anything you need to tell me Rach?" The brunette quickly shook her head. But the way she diverted her gaze told Quinn that there was something she was hiding. "He called your phone and I answered it. I didn't want the ringing to wake you up… he… he told me you slept together. Is that what's got you so upset Rachel?"

Rachel felt her chest tighten up. She reached up to place the palm of her hand against her breast bone. Her eyes closed as she focused on one of her many breathing exercises to calm down. "Yes."

"What happened?" Rachel just shook her head as she had done earlier in the day. "Rachel, did he force you to do anything?" She shook her head again. "Come on, you've got to give me something here. If he didn't force you, why are you so upset?"

"I don't want you to be mad at me…" Rachel's voice was so timid that it almost brought tears to Quinn's eyes. "After what we talked about last night, I figured you'd get mad at me for making this decision…" Rachel wasn't exactly telling Quinn the truth. She had slept with him, yes, but not for the reasons that Finn was thinking… the reasons that Quinn was now thinking. It was mostly to prove something to herself. But sleeping with him, proved her theories wrong.

She wasn't mad, no. But there was a very unfamiliar twinge in her heart that told her something different. She didn't feel mad. Jealous? Jealous that Rachel had someone who loved her and whom she loved. Quinn nodded some to her own thoughts before she spoke again. "Why would I get mad at something you do? That really doesn't make any sense. I can't control your life Rachel."

"I don't know…" Rachel briefly glanced at Quinn before looking down at her hands. Sleeping with Finn only made her feel dirty. She didn't even enjoy it. He was mostly worried about his own pleasure and spent no time at all making sure she felt loved.

"Why don't you tell me what happened? I mean, minus the sex details and stuff… why were you crying so much when you called me and when you got here?"

The brunette kept her eyes trained on her lap as she started to recall the events that upset her so much.

"That was really great Rachel." He smirked at her before leaning in to plant a sloppy kiss on her lips. His smirk fell though, when she turned her head away from him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine." She shifted out from under him and turned onto her side. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them to protect herself – to cover herself from his gaze.

"You don't look fine." He laid down behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. He barely noticed that her entire body tensed up at the feeling of him so close.

"I'm fine Finn." She pushed her way out from under his grasp and scooted to the edge of the bed. Rachel leaned down to grab her shirt and bra before putting them on. "This was a mistake."

"What do you mean? Didn't you like it?"

"It was a mistake Finn. I shouldn't have slept with you. I came over here to just talk to you and look what ended up happening."

"It's not that big of a deal Rach."

Her sharp intake of air told him otherwise. But, of course, he didn't see it. To him, it was no big deal. She was just a lay for him. It didn't matter to him that he'd just taken her virginity. She swallowed the lump in her throat before quickly gathering the remainder of her clothing to put them on.

"What did I say?" He sat up and went to grab his shorts to put on that way he could follow her out of his room. "Rachel, wait up."

"No Finn. I'm not going to 'wait up.' I'm apparently not that big of a deal to you."

"That's not what I said. I said that having sex wasn't that big of a deal." He still wasn't getting it.

She shook her head, the tears finally breaking free from her eyes. "It was a big deal Finn. But you don't see it." She grabbed her phone off of his stand and slipped her shoes on. After throwing him one more look, she stormed out of his room and his house. Once she was safely in her car, she no longer made any attempt to stop the tears from falling.

"What an ass!" Quinn was beyond livid now. "He's lucky I don't drive over there right now and cut off his dick!" The blonde was practically yelling now. Her face had gone from its usual pale shade to a deep red color in rage.

"Quinn, please…" Rachel reached out to grab her friend's hand. "I learned that he's not worth it. I should have listened to you and Santana all along. He's never been worth it. That's all he wanted from me." Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her phone sitting on the coffee table with that familiar blue light blinking at her.

Quinn caught sight of Rachel's gaze, "he's been calling you nonstop for the past hour. You'd think he'd get the hint."

Instead of reaching for the device like she normally would, Rachel decided to just leave it alone. "I should get home soon though. I know you work a really long shift on Sundays and it's already getting late."

"Rachel, there's something else you're not telling me." Quinn grabbed the brunette's hand before she could stand up.

Rachel diverted her eyes again. She had a sinking feeling that Quinn just wouldn't let it go. "I don't want to be alone."

"What do you mean? You're not alone."

"He made me feel like I would be without him…" Her lip began trembling as she realized how stupid she sounded to her own ears. "He told me that if he left me, you and Santana, and the others would all dump me to the curb…"

Quinn's eyes shot open in shock. "Don't listen to him Rachel. He's even dumber than I thought he was." She wrapped her arms tightly around the smaller girl, pulling her body against her own. "You're never going to be alone. Not as long as I'm here. Santana and the others won't leave your side either. We've all realized how amazing of a person you really are." Quinn blushed at her own words. She'd always thought highly of Rachel, but saying those words to her… Quinn realized she was speaking from her heart.

She mused for a moment, wondering if Santana's intuition about them was spot on…

Little bit more of the feelings coming out from Quinn. As I said in the first note, this will be a slow process, considering neither one of them are gay. There will be a lot of soul searching for them both to figure things out.

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