AN So, if anyone wants to make covers for my stories feel free to. No guarantee I'll use yours so if I don't it's nothing personal.

Chapter 8

To calm an upset Brittany, Quinn and Rachel took her to her favorite duck pond (Quinn was shocked Rachel skipped the last class of school and Glee). Sadly the ducks weren't enough to keep her happy and they decided to go to Brittany's house. The trio of girls laid on the dancer's bed and watched The Lion King until Brittany fell asleep. Rachel and Quinn didn't want to wake her, but also didn't want to leave her so they quietly snuck down to the living room.

Rachel took a seat on the couch while Quinn slipped into the kitchen. She returned with two cups of water giving one to the brunette.

"Thanks." She said softly.

"You know," Quinn started, shifting so she was facing Rachel, "one of the baby cheerios sent me a text a little bit ago you."

Rachel looked at her, somewhat confused. "Oh?"

The blonde nodded, "Yes. It seems there's a rumor floating around that Artie broke Brittany's heart and you got revenge for her by slushing him."

Rachel blushed and looked away, "He deserved it. It's the only slushy I've ever thrown and it will be the last."

"But you didn't tell us," Quinn stated, taking a sip of her water.

"Of course not. Brittany would not have wanted to hear that. I didn't think it was relevant to tell anyway."

"I don't know it might've helped her today since Santana was nowhere to threaten him like she would have."

Frowning a bit at the mention of Santana, Rachel looked at the blonde, "You think we should have gotten her?"

"No. I mean she might be mad we didn't but...well, okay this is kind of selfish of me. I wanted Brittany to know that she can come to me if she's having problems. I mean she always runs to Santana and only comes to me if she can't get to Santana." Quinn spoke in a soft voice, trying not to let any of the sadness slip into her words.

Rachel put her hand on her friend's arm, "I'm sure she knows, Quinn."

"She doesn't though. I mean I'm like the odd man out in our friendships. Out of the four of us I'm the one that can't actually say anyone of you thinks of me like a best friend." Now that she had started talking it seemed Quinn couldn't stop, even though she wanted to. "Look at Brittany and Santana and how close they are. You have that with Santana too and Brittany has always thought the world of you. I'm sure she'll get you wrapped around her fingers like she has me and San with that pout of hers and-."

Seeing the girl was rambling Rachel put her hand over Quinn's mouth, effectively silencing her. "I think your overreacting, Quinn. Yes, Santana is close with Brittany and I but I'm sure they both feel the same for you."

Quinn moved Rachel's hand from her mouth, but didn't release it afterword, "Oh do you? Do you ever see Brittany walking with me down the hall like she does Santana? They have the whole interlocking pinkies thing. I don't need something like that I just feel...you know."

"Your jealous of how close they are?"

"It's not just that honestly." Quinn frowned. She sighed softly, "They're in love with each other. It's like that makes them even closer. You know what I mean, I know how you feel about Santana. You don't have to deny it, Rae, I won't tell her."

Rachel was stunned, "Does everyone know I love Santana?"
Quinn chuckled slightly, "It's not like you hide it very well. Always staring at her with this look of sheer adoration."

"It appears I'm not the only one who has a way with words." Rachel said, obviously trying to change the subject.

"That is true, but you're not getting out of this subject. In fact… I kind of have a confession."
"Confession? So, all that before wasn't a confession?" Rachel teased her playfully.

Quinn glared half heartedly at her, "Bite me. It's serious."

"Okay, I'm sorry."

The blonde took a breath to try and compose herself, though it was clear she was a bundle of nerves. Rachel gave her hand a squeeze, "If this is to much for you to say then you don't have to."

"No, I have to because you need to know." Quinn shook her head determined. She put her cup on the table and took Rachel's from her hand to put it next to her own. "Okay...you know how I was all mad at you because you were suddenly Santana's new best friend?" When Rachel nodded she continued. "That wasn't the whole truth to it."

"It wasn't?"
"It wasn't. It was part of it but there was more I didn't tell you and Santana. I...see it's…" Quinn quickly decided showing her would be better than telling her and before she lost her nerve she closed the gap between them and pressed her lips to Rachel's. She felt Rachel tense but a second later she felt lips starting to move in sync with hers.

"What the hell are you two doing?!" A familiar, and pissed off voice broke them apart.

"Santana!" Rachel squealed, jumping up.

"S, don't start yelling. B is asleep." Quinn said.

"And that makes it okay for you two to get in each others pants?!"

"We weren't doing that!" Rachel argued.

Quinn nodded, "I was just...trying to tell her how I feel about her."

Santana's eyes went wide, "What?"
"I like Rachel."

"What? No. You two can't happen." Santana said quickly.

"Why not?" Rachel asked curiously.

"Because….uh. It'll screw everything up!"

"That's like me saying you and Britt can't date because it'll screw everything up. It's stupid and untrue." Quinn said, crossing her arms.

"Well I don't exactly trust you with her and I'm sure Britt would agree with me."
"What would I agree with?" Brittany's voice trailed down the steps as she walked down them.

Quinn frowned looking at the girl who was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, "Oh, did she wake you up?"

"You'd agree with me that Rachel and Quinn shouldn't date." Santana told her, not letting her answer Quinn.

"Rachel and Quinn want to date? That's great! They'd make cute little babies!" Brittany said excitedly.

"What!?"

"Babies?" Quinn questioned.

"Hold on a second." Rachel said, making everyone turn to her. "All of you stop. I never said I was dating Quinn, I never said I liked Quinn. I'm sorry for how that sounded." She added the last bit as she looked at Quinn. "But you're all just assuming how I feel without even asking me."

"I'm sorry Rae," Quinn quickly apologized. "San was just getting under my skin by saying we cant date."
"You're just trying to get in her pants." Santana accused.

"I am not!" Quinn glared at the Latina.

"I'm going to go home and think about things. I'll see you girls tomorrow okay?" Rachel gave a slight wave before quickly making her way out the door.

Brittany frowned, "I wanted a hug before she left." She followed the tiny brunette out the door.

Santana quickly closed the gap between her and Quinn, staring at the blonde. "Back off."
"You can't make me back off. She's not yours."

"That doesn't matter! She's my best friend." Santana argued.

Quinn crossed her arms, "And? She's got a mind of her own. If she chooses to try something with me there is no way in hell I'm letting that chance go. Why do you think I was always bullying her Santana? I've always liked Rachel."

"What?" Santana's eyes widened slightly.

"Hell I might even love her. I'm going to try to get her to be mine. I'm not going to be like Finn, however, and chase her even when she makes it clear we won't have anything. If she does that I won't chase her and I'll let her be, but until them I'll do anything I can. And I don't care if you like it Santana. You can either get over it and be happy if things to like I'm hoping or you can be all pissed off."

Brittany choose that moment to come in. "Guys? Are you about to have some lady kisses?"

"No, Britts." Santana replied.

"I'm going to head home and work on my homework." Quinn glared at Santana one last time before walking to hug Brittany. "I'll call you later to check on you okay Britt?"
"But you could do your homework here with us." Brittany offered.
"I know, but I just want to go home. Sorry." Quinn kissed her friend on the top of the head then left.