I never thought I'd see the day where I deleted a review that I had received. I'm sorry, but if you're going to hide behind the guest feature that I'm still allowing, then I will not take your review seriously. Have you not noticed that you're on a website called fanfiction. Meaning, that not everything you read is going to follow the storyline of the series. I'm the one who decided to make it a consensual thing between Quinn and Puck. That was my choice for this story. I am in no way condoning the seriousness of rape. These are stories. Fictional stories about fictional characters. Don't read them if you don't like them.

With that being said, I'm now moderating all of the guest reviews I receive. I fully support people's freedom of speech, but not when it comes to badgering the author. If you're not going to offer any constructive criticism, then your review will not be accepted. I'm not going to apologize for this change, and I hope people will understand that. It was either that, or disable anonymous reviews. Which I've said in a previous chapter, I don't want to do, because there are real people out there who simply choose to not make an account. That is not fair to them.

There's a little bit in the chapter with Santana's interaction with Beth, as well as Rachel's later on. It's not much on Rachel's part, but there will be a lot more soon. Trust me. If not in chapter 7 than definitely in chapter 8.

Help Me Help You
Chapter 6

"Hey B."

The blonde didn't look up from her place on the floor with Beth, but, she does answer. "Yea San?"

Santana rolled onto her stomach so she could see her girlfriend. She couldn't help herself as she made a face at Beth, causing the little girl to giggle at her. "I think Berry likes Q."

Brittany rolled her eyes. "I've known that for months. It's obvious that Rachel likes Quinn."

The Latina puffed out her cheeks at Beth, laughing when the girl smacked her hands on her face to push out the air. "You're silly Beth." She turned to look at her girlfriend again, "how do you know? Berry tell you?" She puffed out her cheeks again at Beth.

"I not silly. You sill Santy." Beth smacked her hands on Santana's cheeks, giggling when a burst of air hit her in the face.

"It's obvious. They're close like we are." Brittany rolled her eyes. "Anybody can see it."

"Anybody can see what?" Quinn entered the room, carrying two bowls and a sippy cup tucked under her arm.

"That Beth here is a brat." Santana suddenly grabbed the girl, rolled onto her back, and held her above herself.

"Let me down!" Beth squeaked out around her laughter. "Mommy, help!" She tried reaching for Quinn, but it didn't help that Santana's fingers were digging into her sides, causing her to squirm.

"Nah, I think you're good baby." Quinn laughed at her friend's interaction with her daughter as she placed the two bowls as well as the cup down on the nightstand.

Santana finally let the girl flop onto the bed. Beth quickly scampered away from the Latina and up to her mother's side. "Santy's mean!" She huffed into her mother's shirt, her eyes never leaving Santana.

"Honey, I know Santy's mean."

"Hey! I resent that." Santana sat upright again and fixed her t-shirt.

"You can be kind of mean sometimes San."

"Come on," she whined, "why is everybody ganging up on me?"

Quinn grabbed one of the bowls with cut up fruit in it and offered a piece to Beth. "I don't know, maybe because you're an easy target?"

Santana just rolled her eyes before laughing. Her hand stretched out to reach into the bowl to grab a few pieces of strawberry.

"Mommy?" Beth looked up at her mother. Once Quinn looked down at her, she continued, "They said Rachel likes you."

Quinn's eyebrows shut up to her hairline. "Oh, they did, did they?" She looked at her two friends, who were both trying to look innocent. Brittany even whistled softly. "Guys… you should know by now that Beth repeats almost everything she hears." She helped Beth get settled onto her lap. "What makes you say that anyway?"

"Because she totally does. All of us can see it. You're the only one that can't for some reason."

"That's because she's not gay B. She's dating Finn anyway." Though, not for much longer. Quinn cradled Beth in her arms, allowing the girl to relax.

"Speaking of Finn, he needs to go suck a-"

"Santana Lopez! You finish that sentence I'm going to hurt you." Quinn cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "Don't be saying those things around Beth."

The Latina felt a blush come to her cheeks as she looked down shamefully at her hands. "Sorry…" Her eyes shot up when Quinn chuckled at her. "Anyway, after that crap he pulled today in the hallway, he does. She needs to dump his sorry behind."

Quinn shook her head at her friend. She had to admit, it was a little humorous to see Santana struggling to watch her language. Humorous, and a little odd. She sat for a moment to think about what Brittany had said. First, it was Santana on Saturday morning that had brought it up. Then Finn said something about it, but his was obviously out of anger and jealousy. Now, Brittany was bringing it up. Rachel was just her friend. Nothing more. Quinn just couldn't see what everybody else was seeing. She wasn't even attracted to girls.

"I'm not gay guys. Neither is she."

"She's bi though." Brittany finally stood up from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed near Santana.

The Latina's head spun around so quickly that it made Quinn dizzy for a moment. "How in the world do you know that Britt?"

Brittany shrugged, "she told me. I thought everybody knew that. It is kind of obvious San."

Quinn leaned back against her headboard to simply watch her friends. Beth was content staying snuggled on her lap and munching on a few pieces of cut up fruit. So, she found it okay to let her thoughts wander. How had she never known Rachel was bisexual? She quickly replayed several events in her mind. Any event she could recall that would have told her that Rachel was, in fact, bisexual.

"Being raised by two gay dads has shown me not to ever be afraid of who I am. Sexuality is fluid. Nobody should ever be judged for whom they were to fall in love with. At this point in time, I just happen to be in love with a lovely young man."

That was the only instance that came to her mind. It was Rachel coming to the defense of Brittany and Santana when they came out in Glee, only to be met with mixed responses. That was during junior year. Quinn was suddenly beating herself up for not noticing it then. What kind of a friend was she for not even knowing?

"Yo, Earth to Quinn."

She was pulled away from her thoughts when Santana waved a hand in front of her face. "Sorry, what?"

"I said, your phone went off. You thinking about Berry?" She grinned at her own question.

"No, just zoned out some." Truth was, she couldn't stop thinking about Rachel. Quinn reached for her phone and unlocked the screen before looking at the text she'd received.

Rachel: I broke up with Finn…

Quinn: Are you okay? You want to come over? San and B are here

"Rachel just broke up with Finn." She didn't look up from her phone.

"It's about time!" Santana started cheering. "Wait… she okay?"

Quinn only shrugged. "Don't know yet."

"Hey Rach, what are you doing here?" A dopey smile came to Finn's face as he opened the front door to see his girlfriend standing there.

She invited herself inside. Rachel never once lifted her eyes off of the floor. "We need to talk."

"Um, alright… what's up babe?"

She carefully took a seat on the sofa before lifting her gaze to look up at him. "How can you pretend like it didn't mean anything?"

He shrugged, "it really wasn't that big of a deal Rachel."

"To me it was! I lost my virginity to you and you don't even seem to care."

"I don't understand why you're so upset. It happened. So be it." He decided to sit on the sofa beside her, frowning when she only moved away from him.

"Quinn was right from the beginning. You've only ever been after one thing from me. Nothing's changed in our relationship, and I'm finally realizing that nothing will."

"The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means exactly what I said Finn. You still treat me like I'm below you. I've always been your equal Finn, and for some unknown reason, you can't seem to get that into your head."

He huffed out a bit of laughter. "You'd still be at the bottom of the totem pole if it wasn't for me."

"No, you had nothing to do with that. You make no attempt to prevent the slushies or insults from flying at me."

"What, you expect me to get slushied too? I don't think so."

Rachel could feel her own anger building. It wasn't often that she lost her temper, but listening to the words that were coming out of his mouth, was pushing her close to the edge. "Quinn and Santana don't get slushied for protecting me. They stand up to the jocks – your so-called friends. They don't suffer any repercussions from it. If you really loved me, you would do the same."

"I do love you Rachel, what are you getting it? I took a huge hit to my own reputation just to be seen with you. Isn't that enough to make you happy? Look at everything I gave up for you."

She laughed bitterly as she stood. "But everything I gave up means nothing. I can't do this with you anymore Finn."

"What do you mean?"

She shook her head before finally locking eyes with him. "I'm breaking up with you. I can't be your girlfriend anymore, when it's quite obvious that you don't love me the way you claim you do." Rachel ignored his pleas to her as she walked out the front door.

She wasn't sure if she felt relieved, or scared. The way he had grabbed her in the hallway earlier that day had nearly scared her to death. She suddenly feared what he would do now that she had broken up with him. Rachel had done a lot of thinking since the day she'd slept with him. Even thinking before that as well. Every time Quinn mentioned that she should dump him, she took her words into consideration. But then an overwhelming fear of abandonment would wash over her body and she would stay with Finn – continuing to put up with him.

It was one problem that Rachel knew all too well that she had. She clung to new things that entered her life. Be it objects, or people. Rachel would hold them dearly, almost to the point of pushing them away. It was why people hated her so much. Or at least, why she thought that people hated her. She knew she could get excitable very easily.

As she climbed into her car, some things were starting to become clear to her. While Finn always shot her excitement down, Quinn would encourage it. Quinn would even join her in something new she wanted to try, while Finn would just talk her out of it, telling her it was stupid and pointless. Even Santana and Brittany would give it a go. But never Finn. Never the one person she actually expected to join her.

Before starting her car's engine, she pulled out her phone to send a quick text to Quinn.

Rachel: I broke up with Finn…

The response came only a few moments later, causing Rachel to smile.

Quinn: Are you okay? Do you want to come over? San and B are here

Her smile only grew. Quinn always cared about her wellbeing. Without sending a response, Rachel turned on her car's engine and backed out of Finn's driveway to begin the very familiar journey across town to Quinn's apartment.

"When are we eating, I'm starving!" Santana threw herself down onto her back, hands gripping her stomach.

"It was ready when you two got here. You know where the plates are, go and help yourself. I know you're not helpless." Quinn carefully moved Beth's sleeping form off of her body to lay on the bed beside her before she stood up. "I'm getting a little hungry too."

The trio made their way out of Quinn's bedroom and into the kitchen to get their dinner. The moment Quinn sat at the small table, her doorbell rang.

"I got it!" Brittany announced, standing from her chair to go to the front door. "Hey Rachel!" The dancer pulled the smaller girl into a hug. "Quinn told us what happened. Are you like… okay?"

Rachel gratefully returned the hug she'd received before kicking off her shoes just inside the door. "I'm okay, I promise. It was a long time coming."

"Britt, who is it?" Quinn's voice echoed out from the kitchen.

The diva made her way down the hallway and into the kitchen at the end. "Started eating without me?" She walked to Quinn's side and grabbed her fork to help herself to a bite.

"You okay?" Quinn asked carefully, unsure of how Rachel truly was doing.

"I'm good. I promise." She made her way to the cabinet to get a plate, then stopped at the stove to scoop some pasta out of the pot.

"You seem way too chipper for someone who just dumped the 'love of their life.'" Santana watched the petite girl very closely.

"I'll have you know Santana, it was a long time coming. I am just fine. Would you like to know why?" She took up the last seat at the table, which happened to be between Quinn and Santana.

Quinn swallowed the food that was in her mouth before speaking, "why's that?"

"Because I'm here, with the three girls who are my best friends. And I've never felt more at home than I do when I'm near the three of you." Especially Quinn. She glanced to her right, smiling softly at Quinn.

It didn't go unnoticed by Santana though, who decided to point it out. "So, Rachel, now that you're single, you ready to mingle with Quinn?"

Rachel's eyes grew wide and Quinn started to choke some on her food. "Santana! How many times do we have to tell you."

Before the Latina could come up with a good comeback, she was interrupted by a small voice in the doorway. "Mommy, I hungry."

"Well look who it is." Rachel put her fork down on her plate and turned to the girl.

"Rachel!" Beth squealed as she ran to the brunette. She helped herself up into the girl's lap and hugged her tightly. "Mommy said you not come."

"Well, your mommy didn't know I was going to come over." Rachel helped the small blonde get settled onto her lap before reaching for her fork to give it to Beth. "You can eat some of mine."

Quinn tilted her head to the side to get a better look at the pair beside her. It was absolutely adorable to watch them together. It made her heart swell. But with what? Love? Santana couldn't possibly be right, could she? Quinn dared to look at her best friend who was eyeing her suspiciously. "God Santana, don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" The Latina started smirking. She knew exactly what Quinn was talking about. "I just feel that I know something that you don't."

"What do you know that I don't?" Quinn continued to challenge her best friend with narrowed eyes.

Rachel finally looked up from helping Beth eat some of her food to watch the interaction. She was just as confused as Quinn was. "What are you talking about Santana?"

"It's obvious really. You two are just too blind to see what's literally sitting right beside you." She scooped some food into her mouth, then took a drink from her glass before continuing, "you two have been glued at the hip ever since Q here slept with Puckerman. Now, that Rachel's slept with Frankenteen, it's turning into a giant repeat." Her eyes softened slightly when she saw Rachel visibly tense at her words. "Listen, it was a mistake, I get that. We've all made mistakes. But, it's those mistakes that bring us even closer to the people that we love." Santana smiled warmly at Brittany as she reached over to take the dancer's hand.

"When did you get so philosophical?"

Santana suddenly cringed. "Oh god, I've been spending too much time around Berry." She shook her head several times, drawing laughter from Rachel and Quinn, as well as a soft giggle from Brittany.

"It is certainly not a bad thing to be around me too much and you know it Santana." Rachel reached for Quinn's glass to let Beth drink out of it, since she had not gotten one for herself before sitting down.

"San's right. You guys are totally cute together." Brittany watched as a blush crept onto Quinn's cheeks, while Rachel seemingly looked unphased.

"I'm not gay." Quinn glanced at the diva beside her, smiling at her making faces at Beth.

"I didn't think I was gay either, until Brittany." Santana smirked at the way the blonde mother blushed a darker shade of red.

Quinn suddenly pushed herself away from the table and stood up. She wasn't sure what she was feeling at that moment, but what she did know, was that she needed a minute to herself. She ignored the way her friends called out to her. Quinn walked into her bedroom and shut the door behind her.

Santana's words shouldn't be effecting her the way they were. She wasn't gay, nor did she have any interest in women. But why was the way she looked at Rachel different than how she looked at Santana and Brittany? It didn't make sense. She wasn't gay… was she? Quinn ran her fingers through her hair as she sat on the edge of her bed.

What confused her the most, was that she could easily see herself with Rachel.

"Quinn?"

The blonde looked up to see Brittany slowly opening her bedroom door. "I just need a minute B."

The dancer didn't listen to her as she walked into the room, and shut the door behind her. "Santana's just saying what she sees. You know she's good like that."

"I know… that's why I'm scared."

"Why are you scared?" Brittany took up residence beside her on the bed. "You don't need to be scared."

"I'm not gay though."

"Neither is Rachel if you think about it."

Quinn sat in silence for a moment, taking in Brittany's words. She didn't want to admit it, she couldn't admit it. She feared that they were right. Maybe she wasn't gay. But, was she bisexual? Quinn didn't know.

"Okay, see if this helps you." Brittany turned, tucking her left leg under her right, in order to look right at Quinn. "Can you see your life without Rachel in it?" Quinn honestly shook her head no. "Alright, how do you feel every time you see Rachel?"

"Happy." Once again, Quinn was being honest. She did feel happy whenever she saw Rachel, regardless of the context of their interaction.

"So, do you feel the same kind of happy when you see me or San?" Brittany watched as Quinn shook her head no again. She started smiling, knowing that she was helping Quinn to figure things out. "Do you get this fluttering feeling in your stomach when you hug her?" Quinn nodded. Brittany knew she was starting to break through Quinn's barriers when she saw the other blonde look down at the floor with her eyes closed. "I think you know that what you feel for Rachel is exactly what Santana sees."

Quinn couldn't stop the sob that finally broke free from her lips. Brittany was right. The fact that she broke it down the way she did, only helped to prove her point. Things were a little more clear to her now. Soon, she felt Brittany wrap her arms around her body.

Quinn Fabray… loved Rachel Berry.

Some revelations on Quinn's behalf in this chapter. Next chapter will contain asshole Finn and some more bonding with Quinn and Rachel (Perhaps... I'm not done chapter 7 yet lol) BUT, I work 11a-7p tomorrow at work, and then I'm off for the weekend. Which means I'm going to get a bunch of writing done :D. Including work on an original piece. My best friend told me that I should turn The First 24 into something original, so that's what I'm going to be doing.

Writing has always been something I've loved doing. Obviously... I've been writing stories on here since 2001, and I'm still going. I feel it's about time I branch off into something more serious, and possibly life changing.

Anyway, I'm done my mini-rant. Let me know what you think of this chapter. Remember, guest reviews ARE still welcome, I'll just be moderating them before they actually get published. And if I'm awake when the review comes through, and the review isn't completely hateful, it should be approved almost instantly. :)

See you in a day or so with chapter 7!