Rita took a sip from her water and watched the two women in front of her giggle and tease each other. The mood in the room had lightened considerably after discussing embarrassing moments on set. Quinn had a handful of less-than-graceful Rachel Berry moments she was willing to share. Rachel threatened Quinn that she was "going to be in trouble later." Quinn had laughed it off while pinching Rachel's leg just above the knee, causing the brunette to squirm and laugh.
"Quinn, behave yourself. We have company," Rachel's girlish laugh echoed around the room, filling it with sound the way only Rachel Berry can fill a room.
Quinn grinned mischievously but kept her hands to herself.
"So with season two coming to a close, there came a surge in photos of the two of you being leaked left and right. Meanwhile, things with Chase Cardell also seemed to pick up a bit. There was a lot of speculation about the off camera interactions. Did that make things on set any different?" Rita asked, smiling at the two.
"The truth is Chase and I never really began. He was a dear friend. He still is a dear friend," Rachel answered, still smiling at Quinn.
"That's the thing that people don't really grasp. Rachel and I were friends for so long before our relationship transitioned. It took us a while to find our way. Once we finally got there, the entire cast was nothing but supportive. They're our closest friends," Quinn explained.
Going to set each day had been a relief when gossip magazines began speculating. Every week a different cast member was sleeping with another cast member. As their popularity continued to soar, the slander grew as well. On set, nothing changed. They worked hard and they played hard. The crew still gave the cast members a hard time about screwing up during takes. They teased everyone as if nothing had changed. It was humbling in the same way that surrounding themselves with these people meant that they couldn't think they were too big or too famous. When the rumors were too harsh, the same people would remind them that they didn't care about rumors. The crew knew the truth. The cast knew the truth. On set, they could forget the outside world and the watchful eyes.
Though there had been a shift in some of the gazes. It wasn't voiced but a few of the crew members would watch the girls interacting with piqued interest after the rumors started appearing. Extras in particular were a hard bunch to deal with. Most were actors trying to get any work they could. Sometimes they were fans and it felt like the watchful eyes were creeping in on set. Filming a scene with a lot of extras meant everyone was entirely aware of added, outside eyes.
"There were a lot of rumors- particularly during season two and three. At first it was exactly as I thought it would be. It was flattering. It was, at times, hilarious. The way that fans studied our cast interactions. They were convinced of multiple relationships. At the time, I thought it was funny and kind of odd that people would study the way that I looked at Chase. I guess it's very easy to see what you want to see. There were youtube videos dedicated to the way that Quinn talks to different people, comparing and contrasting her tone with different cast members. She can be very intense. She looks at you like you're the only person worth talking to- when you're engaged in a conversation that she actually wants to have. That was one of the biggest things I noticed after so many interviews. I started paying attention to little things about Quinn in particular," Rachel added in, tilting her head in thought.
"You started to notice things because you trolled," Quinn countered.
"Trolled?" Rita chuckled.
"She was such a troll. Message boards, blogs, tumblr, you name it. This girl was trolling all over the place. Scott started it. He was a huge internet guy. He was the one who got us all on twitter. He was the one who started following message boards. Then Chase got into it. Then we all did for a while. It was fun. We had this great connection with our fans and half of the time they didn't even know it. It was a great way to screen opinions. Sometimes, it blew up in our faces. But on a bad day, reading positive fan responses could kind of turn it around. However, Rachel was the worst. She was on message boards all the time. She would sit and giggle. She'd tweet things and then go on and see the response. She had a system. It was insane," Quinn laughed.
"Quinn, now you're gonna get me in trouble!"
"Well you did. I'm just telling the truth," the blonde defended with a laugh.
"Well Quinn has horrible bed head," Rachel retorted, to switch some of the heat off herself.
"Rachel!" Quinn hissed.
"Now I'm merely telling the truth. Oh come on! Like people don't know we share a bed. We'd be stupid not to. Have you seen yourself? It's sick. Even with bed head you look gorgeous," Rachel rolled her eyes.
"You're gonna get us both in trouble."
"I'm just saying, Quinn. We live together. We're in love. It's natural. Be proud of your bed head, sweetheart," Rachel giggled, petting Quinn's arm.
"We were talking about you trolling," Quinn changed the subject with a blush.
"Right, well I may have watched a few videos and visited a couple of forums from time to time. It wasn't quite the obsession Quinn is making it out to be."
Quinn rolled her eyes good-naturedly.
"Rolling Stone was the first magazine to actually ask me about Faberry. I honestly didn't think much about it at the time. We were all linked to basically everyone in our cast at some point. Then, I began to mentally catalogue my interactions with everyone. It's mildly embarrassing but- I kind of knew what would set certain fan bases off."
"So you toyed with them?" Rita smirked.
"No. I just...it wasn't malicious. I was curious. Like- fans of Lucas and Emily were rabid. I adore them. They're the most wonderful fanbase. Some of them desperately wanted life to imitate art. I'd never experienced that on Broadway. It was thrilling that our fans are so passionate. We had no idea what we were getting into when the show started."
"You do have very passionate fans," Rita conceded.
"And insightful fans. There were all of these people who were Faberry fans- they kept commenting on our videos. In a burst of vanity, you might watch a YouTube interview- but then the entire comment section is filled with sometimes very keen observations. Things I never noticed, other people were quick to point out."
"Such as?"
"People talked about the way Quinn watched my lips when I was speaking. Truthfully, she has trouble paying attention when she's bored- or when she's scattered in fifteen directions- which is quite often in public. So she reads lips to stay focused. I know I just ruined the hopes and dreams of Faberians all across the land. It wasn't her desperate need to kiss me. She just had trouble focusing," Rachel muttered.
"Faberians?" Rita questioned with a laugh.
"It's what she named our fans. She has a sickness," Quinn rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the grin.
"It's legit. I didn't come up with it," Rachel defended.
"You trolled the message boards and watched videos of yourself with your various cast-mates. So you were at least aware of the rumors before Rolling Stone asked you?" Rita laughed.
"Of course. Let it never be said that I not am the tiniest bit vain. Humble but slightly vain at times. It wasn't a shock per say when I was asked. I just hadn't expected to be asked so publicly in a major magazine. I think the first time it really sank in that people thought Quinn and I could be a couple was in New York when we were filming the season two finale," Rachel grinned.
"What was it about New York that changed things so much?"
"We had direct interaction with our fans when we were filming there. The first tour had been amazing. We'd been able to meet many of them but it wasn't the same thing as inviting hundreds of fans to watch us go to work. Filming in front of them seemed more intimate than performing in front of an arena. Many of them got a first look into our real lives, not those of our characters," Quinn explained.
"They got to witness the people behind the screen- see how we really interacted and see how much work went into just one episode. For several days, some of the same faces appeared at every location. They always seemed fascinated. We signed a lot of autographs and met a lot of wonderful people. It was the first time we invited the fans to see us at work and really see us off camera."
"They got to see Quinn and Rachel not Sam and Emily," Rita nodded.
"Exactly. Plus the sheer volume of Youtube videos from that experience are overwhelming. There was a lot of Faberry going on right under my nose," Rachel giggled.
"And I wasn't always distracted and reading lips. Sometimes, I legitimately wanted to kiss you," Quinn muttered with a blush.
Rachel beamed and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
New York City
Filming the Season Two Finale- A Little Over Eight Years Ago
"Alright people, we have four days to get this shoot finished. We have multiple locations and a limited amount of time at each set. It is going to be pandemonium. There are barricades separating fans from our filming spots and the trailers. However, getting from trailer to location and location to trailer is going to get a little tricky. You have security detail at every stop during our four-day shoot. Each of you will have two personnel on watch at all times. They will escort you wherever you need to go. They will wait outside your trailer to take you to set. They will wait on set to take you to your trailer or your vehicle at the end of the day. We're also fighting the sun on this one. We have a number of shots lined up back to back due to sunlight. This is not the time to dick around. We are on a tight, super tight schedule. Is everybody clear on what they are doing first?" Alan asked the group.
The cast was gathered in the Eugene O'Neil Theatre for their first shot of the day. It was 8am and most of them had yet to wake up when they left the hotel. The crowds gathered outside the hotel and screaming in front of the O'Neil had been a wakeup call. Coffee was a secondary resort. This was no LA. The fans in New York were out in droves. They were foaming at the mouth at the chance to see the actors from SING! film an episode on the streets of New York City.
"When is lunch?" Matt groaned, sunglasses still perched on his face even indoors.
"You have staggered lunches. We're filming all day. The crew is prepared. You can snack between takes but please stick to the carefully planned schedule," Alan answered.
"Is he always so cheery in the mornings?" Kurt whispered to Rachel.
Kurt had been given permission to design for the episode. He was mainly in charge of Rachel and Chase's dinner attire, but had been invited on set throughout the shoot to oversee wardrobe changes and any malfunctions. Mostly, Rachel had begged and begged until Alan agreed to let Kurt hang out. Technically he was on the clock as a wardrobe crewmember, but they all knew he was really there to hang out with his best friend. Rachel was taking advantage of the New York filming to spend time with her former roommate.
"Matt or Alan?" Rachel giggled.
"Both," Kurt laughed.
"Giggling twins, do you need to be separated or are you one hundred percent ready for today? It's going to be a long one. Especially, for you Rachel. You have a night shoot as well," Alan crossed his arms at the whispering duo.
"I am aware, Alan. I am prepared," Rachel grinned, sending a wink to Kurt.
"Titan Twin, are you prepared?" Alan asked.
"Me?" Quinn snorted.
Alan nodded.
Quinn was sitting in a row by herself with her feet resting on the seat in front of her. She was nursing a cup of coffee and radiating irritation and annoyance. The others had sat down with several seats in between after learning long ago that sometimes it was best to give the blonde her space. She wasn't always a ray of sunshine in the morning and this particular morning had not started off well.
"I cheered for the Titans. I wasn't one. I was a Cheerio," Quinn remarked dryly.
"Miss Fabray, are you prepared?" Alan asked exasperatedly.
"Yes, Mr. Peters. I am fully prepared."
"Is everybody else ready?" Alan asked.
The general consensus was a murmured yes and a couple of groans.
"As soon as our lighting guys are finished setting up, I need all of you at places. Check your attitudes at the door and get ready to work."
"Why is he picking on Quinn?" Kurt whispered.
"Quinn may or may not have thrown a slight tantrum this morning," Rachel grimaced a little.
"Quinn regressed?" Kurt giggled.
"She didn't- it wasn't a full Head Bitch in Charge kind of rant. She didn't threaten our lives. She merely…well there were some overaggressive fans last night as we got to the hotel. She wasn't pleased with the way in which some of our cast and crew handled themselves last night and again this morning," Rachel explained carefully.
"Meaning what exactly?"
"She was pretty sure Alan tipped off some of the paparazzi and somebody leaked our whereabouts on twitter. We pulled up and it was mayhem. Chase escorted me into the hotel like a gentlemen. The same thing happened this morning. It may have appeared a little…couple-ish. She's been mad ever since I told her that Alan approached Chase and I about a PR deal of sorts. Recently, she's been more vocal about her disgust at such prospects."
"Like a PR romance? Like a showmance?" Kurt asked in shock, but from his gasp it was obvious he loved the drama of it all.
"Not permanently. Not officially. Just hinting at some things. The truth is Chase and I have been getting very close. Since Josh and I ended, I was a little down I guess. It's been my first public break up. It hasn't been exactly easy to mend a heart and a reputation at the same time. Chase went through the same thing with Cameron. We…we talk, you know," Rachel shrugged.
"Oh my God, you're into Chase," Kurt squeaked excitedly.
"I'm not. I'm…not. I just…she doesn't date. She hasn't. At all."
"Quinn?"
"She and I are practically living together again. I'm always at her place or she's at mine. I know we'll bunk up during the tour this summer…I worry about her. We are so close and we talk about everything but we don't talk about that. She doesn't talk to me about girls. She told me all about her history with Jessica but she doesn't mention anyone new. I've talked to her about guys but…she doesn't date. She doesn't get it. Chase has been there. He knows what it's like to lose part of yourself and your relationship to the spotlight. It's not like I don't want to talk to Quinn about it. She's always been really understanding…but I don't really have to explain as much because, again, Chase knows what it's like," Rachel sighed, feeling a little guilty.
"And you feel bad that you're getting closer to him and talking less to Quinn," Kurt surmised.
"I don't want her to feel like she's being replaced. She's Quinn. We have all this history. We're best friends. She'll always be my friend but I wonder if sometimes I'm selfishly standing in the way- of her going out to meet girls. If every time I feel bad about myself I go crying to Quinn, how is she supposed to have time to start a foundation with another girl? I don't want to be the reason she can't date. I don't want to monopolize all of her time. If she doesn't- it's not fair for me to ask so much of her."
Kurt raised an eyebrow but didn't reply.
"I know what that look means. I know I called you after Rolling Stone…but it's not like that. I've been attempting to sort out my own head. We're best friends. It doesn't mean there is a secret love underlying anything. There's no subtext in our conversations," Rachel rolled her eyes.
"I didn't say anything," Kurt replied breezily.
"You didn't have to. I know that look. Personally, I think you've spent too much time on the message boards and not enough time actually processing the things that come out of my mouth. I am taking 'me time' to figure out my own life."
"Got it. I do. However, I'm not the one who watched your youtube videos last night. That was you. You and Quinn, giggling together and watching videos of your interviews. Then giggling more about the comments below. You giggled hardest. I don't know if that's because you're deeper in denial with your 'me time' or if it's because you're the only one actually laughing. What I do know is that you two, in general, confuse me and make me ill," Kurt snipped, then held out the coffee cup as a truce.
Rachel rolled her eyes but took his coffee anyway. She chugged it just before Alan called for places.
"I never should have told you about the dreams," Rachel hissed and marched up to the stage.
Kurt smirked and shook his head. His best friend was a hopeless basket-case when she wanted to be.
By the time they made it to their fourth location in Central Park, most of the cast members were exhausted and cold. It was unseasonably cold for April. They were all sitting around the Bethesda Fountain shivering. The sky was becoming a little gloomier and the crew was rushing in case it rained. Still the fans, were lined up at the top of the sectioned off stairs, screaming and snapping as many pictures as possible. The cast took turns running up and snapping photos with excited fans and thanking them for their support.
Another round of screams erupted as Chase took the stairs two at a time to take some pictures and sign autographs. Matt was playing his guitar while sitting on the short wall by the lake. Courtney and Brooke were sitting next to him. Brooke was free-styling with Matt's chord progressions. They all kept laughing. Scott was goofing off with David who kept jumping up and down to keep warm.
Rachel and Kurt were sitting in the director and AD's chairs sipping hot chocolate and giggling as usual. Their snips from the morning long forgotten.
"I'm so glad you're here," Rachel beamed.
"That might make one of you," Kurt sighed.
Quinn was sitting at the fountain by herself again. She was fiddling with her phone and had been pretty antisocial all day. Just two days before she was thrilled to see Kurt and welcomed him to stay with her and Rachel. The two girls arrived a day before the rest of the cast. They had gone to dinner in the Lower East Side with some of Rachel's NYADA and Broadway friends. Then they went with Kurt to his gorgeous apartment where they had wine. He accompanied them back to their hotel. It had been perfect. Kurt had been incredibly surprised at just how nice the 'New Quinn Fabray' was.
Then yesterday the rest of the cast showed up and they switched hotels to be closer to the entire crew. Once the chaos hit with the paparazzi, Quinn became a different person.
"I think she gets nervous now. The crowds freak her out. I don't know what changed. She loves the fans. The paparazzi just…she won't talk about it. It's another one of those things that when mentioned Quinn freezes up. She's been building walls for years. I thought she stopped after Yale and everything. Oh, how wrong I was," Rachel lamented briefly.
"You want my humble opinion?" Kurt asked.
"Not if you're going to tell me that Quinn and I are in love again. It was cute the first time, Kurt- but I really don't need you in my head confusing me anymore than I already am. It's getting as annoying as all of the rumors. I'm linked to Matt. I'm linked to Chase. I'm linked to Quinn. It's ridiculous. We're all close and yet somehow we're all supposed to be sleeping with each other. If I freaked out about every rumor or every dream these days I'd go insane. Last week I dreamt I was a surrogate for Alan. I have to stop reading into everything or I'll destroy all of my friendships," Rachel snorted.
"Did you talk to Santana about this?" Kurt questioned, stiffening just slightly at the thought that the Latina may have more insight to his best friend than he did.
"We really only talked the one time. We spoke on the phone afterwards and she told me to- and I quote- 'sort out your shit before you involve Q in your drama'...she seemed really supportive but wants me to be sure. It was a surprisingly civil conversation."
"And I'm guessing, Quinn's easily resurrected walls don't make things any easier for you lately," Kurt surmised.
"Some days she just shuts down and I don't have a snowball's chance in Hell of cutting through to her. It's so frustrating," Rachel groaned.
"I think she's terrified. She has this huge secret. The important people know but she's not out. I remember what that was like. It was scary and miserable…and that was on the scale of high school, not the entire nation finding out. Every time the paparazzi jumps in her face screaming questions and flashing pictures, it's gotta be like Jacob Ben Israel times a million. She's never had the support system that you've always had. It's scary for anybody but I imagine it's terrifying for Quinn. I know she thinks she's not ready, but it's eating away at her," Kurt smiled sadly.
Rachel watched Quinn. The blonde was singing softly to herself and Rachel wished for just a moment that she was sitting next to her, keeping her warm, and harmonizing with whatever song was stuck in Quinn's head.
"You're right. I know you're right. But if I bring it up…she can be the sweetest girl in the entire world- or she has the bitterest tongue. She wounds to kill. That hasn't changed. The temper is still there. Sometimes I'm afraid high school isn't so far behind us. Then I feel guilty just for even thinking it."
Kurt nodded but didn't reply. He reached over and patted Rachel's hand sympathetically.
Chase's loud whistle filled the entire area rising above the excited chatter of the fans. Kurt and Rachel turned to face him but it wasn't their attention he'd been trying to get. He kept waving and gesturing like an idiot. Both started laughing immediately. Then Rachel heard the sound she'd been missing for the past twenty-four hours- Quinn started laughing.
The two watched her groan overdramatically but grin. Finally, she stood up and skipped up the steps to Chase. The fans went nuts once again. Quinn's laughter rang out over them once more as she and Chase posed for pictures with each other and with a few lucky fans. She beamed as she signed glossy shots of her own face. There were several photos of her and Rachel, some behind the scenes released photos, some shots from public events, some candid photos of the two together taken by other fans and clearly printed from the message boards. Quinn shook her head grinning and signed each and every one she could.
They got called back to places. They filmed their segment of the musical number several more times, from three different angles. The large camera crane zoomed overhead while they all danced around the fountain. Kurt squealed and clapped each time the director yelled cut.
At one point Courtney tripped a little and Quinn caught her. Rachel came barreling into them and the three giggled hysterically, fawning all over each other after cut was yelled. The fans seemed to love the interactions. Rachel waved and Quinn ducked her head in embarrassment. Courtney sashayed over to Brooke and slung an arm over her shoulder. They both laughed and waved. Chase snuck up behind them and picked up Courtney.
Rachel was always the first to snap back into professional mode when everything had been reset. The rest of the cast got reprimanded occasionally for joking around too much. They were constantly reminded of their tight schedule. At least they were still having fun.
When it was time to go, security moved the barricades to clear a path and then tried to spread out so the cast and crew could walk unassisted. Several crewmembers acted as security as well to keep the fans at bay a little more. Rachel paused several times to snap a quick photo or sign something.
"Please, Quinn," a young girl begged.
Quinn stopped and faced the crying teenager and smiled at her. She cut through the two security guys pushing fans back and reached for the girl.
"Let her through," Quinn demanded mustering as much HBIC as she could so the two men would listen.
One security guard pulled the girl through while holding back other fans.
"I-I love you. I watch the show all the time. You're my crush. I-I'm sorry. That's embarrassing. You're so wonderful. I had to tell you. I came out to my mom after watching the show," the girl ranted, visibly shaking.
"Congratulations," Quinn beamed though her eyes were slightly sad.
"She didn't-," the girl started but stopped as her eyes welled up. "My dad's been really supportive. I just wanted to thank you. I never would've had the courage if I hadn't watched the show. You- when I heard about your life and high school. If you could be that brave with your daughter and everything you went through- I knew I could be brave too," the girl smiled.
The teen was literally trembling.
"I..oh wow," Quinn breathed, her eyes watering. "That's…thank you. I'm..it sounds so pretentious or something but I'm so proud of you. You're braver than I ever was."
Quinn pulled her into a hug and the girl squealed while simultaneously sobbing.
"We have to go, Quinn," Matt called, dragging Courtney away from a group of girls snapping pictures with her.
"Do you have a camera? You want a picture? I can sign something," Quinn offered lamely.
The girl gave Quinn a picture of her and Rachel together. She was still shaking. As Quinn took the picture, she found her own hands shaking. Rachel came up behind them and placed a hand on Quinn's back. The blonde nearly jumped in her own skin.
"Just me," Rachel assured gently. "You okay?"
Quinn nodded but couldn't speak around the lump in her throat.
"I love this picture," Rachel grinned. "Do you want a picture together?"
The girl squealed and nodded. Rachel took her camera and snapped a picture of Quinn with the teen.
"Can I?" the girl nodded to Rachel.
"By all means," Quinn laughed, sniffling a little.
Quinn snapped a picture of the two. The girl was trembling violently now.
"She's my hero," the girl told Rachel nodding to Quinn.
"She's mine, too," Rachel winked.
"Will you, together?" the girl nearly begged.
"Always," Rachel laughed, pulling Quinn to her side so the girl could take their picture.
"Thank you so much," the girl shrieked happily.
"I can sign it," Rachel chuckled, signing the picture of her and Quinn that the girl was still waving madly.
The girl nodded and then skipped back to her father after Rachel signed the picture. The girl's father beamed at both actresses and nodded. He mouthed thank you to them as his daughter flung her arms around his neck and screamed. Rachel tucked herself under Quinn's arm as they walked back to the join the others at the cars.
"I think I just met my biggest fan," Quinn laughed, still a little shaken from the experience.
"Please, Quinn. You've known me for years," Rachel teased.
Quinn rolled her eyes but smiled as she pulled Rachel in even closer. They walked the rest of the way with their arms around each other while fans and paparazzi snapped picture after picture of the two together. At least it would give their fans more pictures to bring for the girls to sign.
As they piled into the cars, Kurt pulled Rachel and Quinn to the back of the line up. They slid into the last car with final waves to the crowd.
"Where to next?" Kurt asked.
"Indoors, thank God. We're using the Javits Center as the building for Nationals so we have one exterior shot and the rest are inside until tonight," Rachel answered.
"It was freezing out there," Kurt grumbled.
"I know. It's so much warmer in here," Rachel sighed.
"I finally feel like I can breathe," Quinn exhaled, slumping into the seat.
"I didn't know you had such a thing with crowds," Kurt commented lightly, though Rachel quickly glared at him.
"Hmm? Oh crowds? Yeah. I didn't but I don't know…lately they feel…suffocating, I guess. Like everybody's just waiting for one of us to make the wrong move," Quinn bit her lip.
"That girl was nice," Rachel jumped in trying to change the subject.
"Yeah...she loves the show. She came out to her parents. She said when she read about high school- knowing what I went through with Beth gave her the courage to come out," Quinn explained, her voice wavered at the end.
"Wow…that's…that's big," Kurt furrowed his eyebrows.
"A thirteen year old girl is braver than me," Quinn sighed, closing her eyes.
"She didn't know. She wasn't trying to pressure you. She thinks everything you've gone through so far has shaped you into a great person and that inspired her. Don't let your past struggles be diminished by what you're going through right now," Rachel pressed, taking Quinn's hand.
Kurt eyed the two carefully but remained silent. Rachel stared at him defiantly as she locked her fingers with Quinn's. She raised an eyebrow as if to challenge him, to dare him to make something of it. Kurt exhaled through his nose and turned to look out the window. His best friend was a hopeless basket-case when she wanted to be...and incredibly obtuse.
"I'm going to do it. If a thirteen year old can do it, I definitely can," Quinn stated firmly.
"A thirteen year old came out to her parents. You've already done that much. What you're suggesting is coming out to the entire country. It's somewhat different. It doesn't make you a coward for holding on to some of your privacy. That's coming from an out and proud gay in the public spotlight of the fashion industry. It's not a crime to have some things that are just for yourself," Kurt replied, still staring out the window.
"I know that. I appreciate what you're saying, but I can't hide forever. I think…after this season. After we get through this whole New York insanity and the tour. The tour will be a lot of crowds and I will definitely need to be more prepared before handling that…I'm going to talk to Alan. After the tour, we have tiny break. I'll go home. I'll see my mom. I'll talk to the rest of the group. I need to prepare everybody. Hell, I need to prepare myself. But I think I'll release a statement. After the tour, I'll put something on my blog maybe," Quinn took a deep breath after that.
"That girl was right about you. You're an incredible person and the bravest woman I know," Rachel beamed, leaning her head on Quinn's shoulder.
Kurt glanced at the two and grinned. He quickly returned his gaze out the window but couldn't wipe the grin from his face.