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"Okay. I think I have the perfect song for you to sing."

Quinn handed Rachel some sheet music. The word "Haunted" was written in big, bold letters on the top of the page.

Rachel wrinkled her nose. "What's this song even about?"

"Basically, she's singing about a breakup. How something happened between them, and now he's gone, and she's begging him not to leave. Later on she goes on to say that she watched him walk away from everything they've ever had, but she still means every word she says. And now, no matter what she does, she's haunted by the thoughts of what could have been."

Rachel's eyes began to tear up. "Are you really sure I should sing this? As much as it fits my situation, don't you think he'll get angry?"

Quinn scoffed. "He has no reason to be. You are simply doing the assignment. Besides, country is about letting your emotions show. So if this describes what you're feeling, you should sing it."

Rachel hastily brushed away her tears and nodded her head firmly. "You're right. Besides, I need to sing. I haven't sung-well, properly that is- in a while. And my singing is always the best when I mean what I sing."

Quinn smiled. "Great. Okay, you need to practice. Like, hard."

Rachel looked confused. "Of course. I always do. But what about your song? We haven't discussed it."

Quinn gave her a sly grin. "I know exactly what I'm going to sing," she declared.

Rachel nodded, then stood up from the chair she was sitting on and flattened out her skirt. "Okay. Normally I would beg you to tell me but everyone is entitled to their share of surprise performances." She walked over to the door and had her hand on the knob when she asked the question that had been on her mind ever since Quinn had said that they had more in common than she thought.

"Quinn?"

"Mhmm?"

"Why'd you do it?"

Quinn looked at Rachel curiously. "Do what?"

Rachel fiddled with the hem of her skirt. She couldn't meet Quinn's eyes. "Cheat on Finn. With Noah, I mean."

Quinn smiled softly. "Same reason you did. I was feeling bad about myself. I needed somebody. And Puck was there for me when Finn wasn't."

Rachel nodded. "Thanks for doing this for me."

"Don't mention it. That's what friends do, right?"

Rachel smiled. Friends.

She could get used to that.