Checking the piece of paper that Finn had written the address on, Quinn finally found the house she was looking for. She stepped into the driveway and walked up the path to the front door. Once she reached it, Quinn drew in her breath and knocked on the door. Suddenly she was scared. What if one of Rachel's dads opened the door, or both of them? What would she say? Quinn instantly wanted to take her knock on the door back.

Just as Quinn thought about turning back around, the daunting white door opened to reveal a solemn looking Rachel. Relieved that it wasn't one of her dads, Quinn smiled at the girl.

"What are you doing here?" Rachel asked a hint of annoyance in her tone.

"Um, well you weren't at school…" Quinn replied noticing that Rachel's eyes were puffy, as if she'd been crying. When Quinn didn't get a reply, she continued, "I, I wanted to make sure you were okay. I mean, you seemed pretty upset the other day." She wondered why she felt so nervous, she practically ruled over this girl at school and now she could barely get her words out.

Rachel began to come up with an excuse and slowly started to shut the door but Quinn grabbed it, gently pulling it open. "Please." she said softly, "Just let me in and then just tell me what's wrong. I know I'm normally a bitch to you but I promise you, Rachel, I just want to help."

The brunette sighed and wiped her eyes with her finger. Quinn could see her working it through in her mind, considering whether or not to trust her. "Okay," Rachel said stepping aside and leading Quinn into the sitting room. "Take a seat on the couch and I'll be back in a minute." With that she was gone.

Quinn settled herself down on the blue couch and looked around. It was a very homely room; there was a fire place and a lot of photos on the wall. There were a lot of photos of Rachel growing up and professional ones of the whole family in a big white room. It was evident that Rachel's dads loved her and that made jealousy settle in the pit of Quinn's stomach. She wished she had that relationship with her parents, but now she only had her mom, and it wasn't like they even liked each other.

After a few minutes, there were footsteps coming into the room and Quinn turned to see Rachel walk over and then plant herself down on the other end of the couch, leaving a gap between the two of them. "My dad's are out, if you were wondering…" she said, not really looking at the blonde sat to her right.

There was a moment of awkward silence when the two of them didn't really know what to say and Rachel sniffed a couple of times, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. Quinn decided it was time to speak so she opened her mouth but before she could say anything, Rachel spoke up. "I wouldn't be telling you this, Quinn, if you didn't deserve to know but this affects you too so I'm going to tell you." Quinn could tell that Rachel was very upset and was trying to make her voice sound stronger than it really was but instead of saying anything, Quinn just nodded.

Rachel began speaking again, "I found out the news just before you saw me in the hallway that day. Emma called me to her office to tell me, tell, me that…" she paused and struggled to hold in a couple of sobs. She looked into Quinn's caring eyes and willed herself to go on. "She told me that Shelby, my mom, was in a car accident and that, that she went to hospital. They tried to save her, they tried, but she died… She's gone Quinn." Rachel didn't even try to keep it in any longer; she just let it all out, breaking down.

A million thoughts filled Quinn's mind, the majority involving Beth. But instead of thinking about all of that then, she scooted over next to Rachel. Quinn put her arm around Rachel and grabbed her hand with her free one. Slowly relaxing, Rachel let herself lean her head against Quinn's shoulder and let herself cry, really cry.

"It's alright; it's gonna be alright Rachel." And that is how the two of them sat, Rachel's head on Quinn's shoulder, until both of them forgot about time completely. And as Quinn sat, staring into the fireplace whilst occasionally muttering comforts to Rachel, she felt the tears come to her green eyes but she did not fight them this time, she let them silently roll down her face. "Everything is going to be fine" Quinn said, not really believing herself as the words left her lips.


Quinn needed to know where Beth was. Who was looking after her, what was going on in her life? She just had to know – this was her baby, the life she had carried around for nine months. Quinn was led in bed that night, thinking these things through. She had reluctantly left Rachel's house later that night because she had to get home. She hadn't liked leaving the still upset girl but Rachel assured her that she would be fine.

As Quinn walked out the front door, Rachel stopped her and said something. "I know you've been dying to ask but just so you know, I don't know anything about what's happening with Beth. Sorry." Quinn had noticed that Rachel really did look genuinely sorry so she said a quiet thank you and had left.

Now back in her own house, the thoughts about Shelby and Beth really came. And as she drifted off into a restless sleep, she dreamt that she was in a car accident and in the back seat Beth was nothing but a crumple of bones.