"Let's back up a moment and talk about Rolling Stone. It was a pretty controversial issue at the time- a rather candid article and that infamous photo shoot," Rita cocked an eyebrow.
"I stand by those pictures," Rachel stated firmly. "We were both twenty four years old. We were not the high school girls were portrayed on television. I think it was a smart career move."
"And you Quinn? You were pretty quiet on those whole subject when the magazine hit the stands."
"I'd been wearing cheerleading skirts for years. They were an integral part of my high school identity and I wore them daily for season one. To me, it was like wearing any other outfit. Yes, I think that given some of the poses and the nature of the shoot…it was slightly risqué for high school students. My mother received several phone calls from her church group," Quinn laughed awkwardly.
"We weren't posing as our characters though. The entire point of the article was to discuss our lives beyond the show and shed some light on us as the actors behind the characters," Rachel explained.
There were several other photographs in the spread. Some as themselves. Some as heightened, over the top versions of the characters they played. It was the first time that a publication really focused on pointing out the ways in which they differed from their characters. Yes, the pictures had been a little risqué but they wanted to show that the actors weren't the same people as the characters they portrayed. They spent the entire first two seasons being boxed into those stereotypes. People really wanted Rachel to be Emily. In high school, Rachel was driven. She had a one-track mind. Or really a two-track mind for Broadway and Finn. She had been determined to be a star in high school. Emily was considered to be a diamond in the rough. She had no idea how talented she was. She was humble. She was sweet. She was a shy girl who had no aspirations of being popular or dating the quarterback. Emily was the exact opposite of who Rachel had been at sixteen in that way. So many articles wanted to focus on what qualities they shared. They were both passionate about singing. They both loved to perform. They were both loyal, almost to a fault. However, that was really where the similarities ended. Rachel, in particular, had been desperate to break free from that concept. She wanted to prove she was an adult, a Tony-award winning actress- not simply a girl recreating her high school experience.
"Do you think that photo shoot in particular changed your image?" Rita questioned pointedly.
"Yes and no. I spent so much time in high school being a strange, outspoken girl with no fashion sense. My best friend became a designer. Over the years, I've learned what fashion means and it's been important to me. There were times when the lines were blurred between what Emily Clayton was wearing and what the old Rachel Berry wore. During season two, I got a little scared that I would forever be boxed into the girl I was in high school. Now I wear a lot of knee-length boots instead of knee-high socks… I just think that after nearly two years of people constantly referring to me as a high school student and comparing me to a fictional character- I wanted to break from that," Rachel explained.
"We all thought it was a good idea. Rolling Stone has been known for controversial covers. This was no different. It was supposed to be a play on the idea of adults playing high school students. Nobody in tenth grade looks like a twenty four year old. No high school students realistically looked like us at the time of that shoot. Out of our costumes, we looked like mid-twenty somethings…because that's what we were. I don't regret it. I think some of it may have been handled poorly. We had a broad audience but a lot of teens were mixed in that. On a show like SING! we were still considered role models," Quinn shrugged, sheepishly.
"Quinn has always been a little conservative. I, for one, regret nothing. My fathers thought that the pictures were, yes slightly risqué, but still tasteful. I never got to feel sexy in high school. I never felt sexy on Broadway. I won a Tony playing a girl who never knew she was beautiful. I look the part of a very stereotypical Jewish girl. I wanted to dress up. I wanted to feel sexy for once…and I did. So I don't regret it. Small town girl went glam for a day. The more risqué pictures were not in high school clothes. There was one photo poking fun at our whole adults playing kids idea. The rest of the photos were of us. It was me in a sexy dress on the streets of New York. Rachel Berry in a t-shirt in her run down apartment in Brooklyn. I was the one only wearing a t-shirt not Emily Clayton. The pictures were our stories before and after SING!. I think it's one of the best shoots I've ever been a part of. It's a shame people only focused on the image of our characters pretending to be adults instead of realizing it was adult actors pretending to be kids. I thought it was artistic."
"Switching gears a bit, what about the article itself? It was the most revealing article. You and your costars talked very bluntly about the SING! bubble and how it shaped your lives offset," Rita pressed on.
"Chase and Quinn had both done other television shows. Most of us came into the project with little experience and little expectations. The middle of season two was around the time when we realized that we could start bargaining. We wanted more time off at the holidays. We wanted a little more freedom in our schedules to pursue other projects. We were making a lot of people very rich, but as a collective group we felt we were in a position to get our cut in a sense. Not necessarily more money but none of us wanted to miss the opportunities that were being presented to us. We knew we had a good thing and we obviously didn't want to leave the show…but doors were being opened," Rachel squinted as she worded things carefully.
"So the article showed that you took yourselves and your careers seriously. It was the first look into the adults that you were- instead of attempting to fit the cookie cutter mold of your show. Would you agree?" Rita questioned.
"We never felt trapped in our roles. I want to make that clear. We were always blessed to have the show. It was never about that," Quinn replied.
They had only wanted to prove they weren't sixteen. It was frustrating to be looked at constantly as someone several years younger. Looking into other roles, none of the cast wanted to be stereotyped into only playing high school. They had so many opportunities coming at them from left and right. By the end of season two, they realized that they needed to showcase their talents in other roles or else they would be pigeonholed. It was the crucial time to establish a career alongside the show.
"There was a minor backlash from parent groups. There was a lot of news coverage for the first week. Then it seemed like the point had been made. The buzz about the pictures died down quickly. You both got movie offers. The relationship you both shared with Kurt Hummel got you invites to many fashion shows. Red carpet events were truly places to shine for you both. The same for the rest of the cast. When the two of you, Chase, Matt, Courtney, and Brooke started settling into your celebrity status, per say…did things change on set?"
"No," Quinn chuckled. "We were still the same bunch of idiots. We didn't change our attitudes towards each other or the job just because Hollywood stopped looking at us as another group of teen heartthrobs."
There had been a few awkward moments. Sometimes teasing each other about different photo shoots got feathers ruffled. Sometimes it wasn't always a dream job. There were days when they did feel stuck. That wasn't something that any of the cast would ever admit in an interview. The entire time they were a part of sing it had been a challenge to find a balance between who each person really was and who the world wanted them to be. It did feel suffocating sometimes. They did have to present a certain image in public which was frustrating as an adult. Those concerns could never be voiced at the time- or even after the show ended. Nobody wanted to look as if they would bite the hand that fed them.
"In hitting our mid-twenties we all wanted to switch things up. Tiger Beat and Bop and all of those magazines were great but sharing a cover with a teenage band whose oldest member was still at least six years younger than us- it started to feel a little weird. Like we were the older kids who still hung out at high school parties because we didn't go to college or something," Rachel laughed.
"Exactly!" Quinn chimed in with a surprised squeak.
They both giggled for a moment.
"We just felt it was time to move on from Teen Magazine to Vogue and Marie Claire," Quinn smiled.
"Cosmopolitan," Rachel agreed.
"You used the Rolling Stone experience to mature your careers. It certainly didn't harm you," Rita nodded, skimming her notes again.
"Guess not," Rachel smirked.
"Another interesting thing happened with that article- we've previously touched on briefly. It was the first major magazine to mention- in print- the huge following you both had as a couple on and off screen. Do you remember what went through your heads when they asked those questions?"
"Please God, don't let me slip up," Quinn replied immediately.
"Slip up?" Rita followed up.
"I had a plan. I was going to come out after the tour. We did that photo shoot exactly one week after filming the finale in the New York. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon in LA. You've obviously seen the photos. When Rachel walked onto set, I...I died. She was just…beyond gorgeous. I thought it was so apparent in every picture- I couldn't take my eyes off her. Then there was the interview- I thought everybody knew. We went back to set that next Monday and by Wednesday we had wrapped season two. All I kept thinking was 'don't say anything about your orientation'. It'd never been directly brought up in an interview before. It's easy to ignore paparazzi screaming a million different questions. How do you dodge one journalist when you're the only two sitting in the room?" Quinn breathed out deeply.
Rachel squinted, watching Quinn's internal struggle dance across her face. For someone who had spent so much of her life resurrecting walls, Rachel had never truly had a problem reading Quinn's emotions. She really should have figured out what Quinn meant to her and vice versa long before she did. It was amazing how blind Rachel could be to her own feelings and yet still see so much of Quinn's.
"Do you remember what you said? Most of your interview focused on wanting to break out of the cheerleader mold. The questions they printed largely revolved around trying to avoid the stereotypical Hollywood blonde career."
"It was Sarah, right? Sarah Burnside who wrote the article, correct?" Quinn asked both women.
Rachel nodded and Rita skimmed through her notes.
"It was," Rachel replied. "I distinctly remember her."
Quinn grinned and rolled her eyes. Of course Rachel remembered her.
West Hollywood
Eight Years ago
Quinn sat nervously at a table in the small café. It was one of her favorite spots in the neighborhood. The wait staff had always been kind to her. She normally felt at ease. She could spend hours nibbling on biscotti and sipping cappuccinos while reading a book. Sometimes, she would simply people-watch out the window. It wasn't necessarily a busy intersection but plenty of the locals walked their tiny dogs or chased their young child up and down the street.
Most of the patrons were regulars as well. One of Quinn's Champs costars had briefly lived in the neighborhood and raved about the café before they met for lunch one day. He and his partner had brunch there every Sunday. He swore it was relaxed and quiet. Nobody paid any mind to celebrity status or anything of that nature.
Quinn had to agree. It had been nice to feel like a normal person again when she met him for lunch that day. No one said anything about being a fan or loving the show. The waiter had simply smiled at her and served her with the same general politeness as any other customer. She noticed the look of recognition in his eye but he didn't gush.
The regulars were a mixed crowd of varying professions. She studied them for weeks as she found herself becoming a regular. It was an easy drive to get there and it always served as a calm break from the paparazzi or gushing fans at other restaurants.
The older gentleman in the back corner was most likely there every day. He always wore a bowler hat and had a thick white mustache that belonged on a cartoon character. He smiled every time someone came in but never spoke to anyone. After a few weeks, Quinn realized that the young girl who always waited on him would sign to him. She wondered if he had always been deaf or if it had happened after an accident or as a side effect of old age. She wondered if he had ever heard a voice like Rachel Berry's- one that could stop a person right in his or her tracks.
There was also a young guy, maybe in his mid-thirties who usually stared intently at his computer screen. He wore thick-rimmed glasses that needed pushed up on his nose at least three times every minute. It took Quinn close to two months to find out that he was a popular screenwriter. He never acknowledged anyone except to offer a polite smile at whomever was waiting on him. He ordered the same thing very week- a flat white and a bagel. He rarely touched the bagel.
There was a young couple that came in on weekends. The woman wore sunglasses as big as her face. Each time she walked in, Quinn was reminded of a ladybug. Then she would remove the glasses, send a blinding smile at everyone in the room, and smooth out whatever dress she was wearing as she delicately took a seat. She moved so slowly and carefully that it piqued Quinn's interest. When her belly rounded over the next few months, Quinn understood, all too well, the careful attention of her body and the protectiveness she seemed to have for the being inside her.
Her husband came in a few times during the week without the pregnant woman. If he was alone, he wore a three-piece suit. On the weekends, he seemed much lighter and relaxed in Dockers and usually a plaid shirt of some kind. He was always doting on his wife. They seemed to know some secret of how to make a marriage work. Or at least, they knew how to fake it without seeming forced the way Russell and Judy always had.
The staff always greeted her and some of them chatted with her briefly from time to time. They never asked about the show or her career. They usually covered mundane conversation topics like the weather. It was just nice to seen as a normal customer. Most people don't strike up conversations with customers about their jobs as bank tellers or lawyers. Yet, in public a lot of stranger openly questioned Quinn about the show as if they were close friends.
The café was Quinn's safe haven outside of her apartment. She wasn't sure what possessed her to invite the woman from Rolling Stone to interview her in such a sacred space. She sat there anxiously awaiting the other woman's arrival and regretted bringing her outside life into her private one.
What if being interviewed in the café disrupted its peace? What if the woman published where they had met? Quinn would lose one of her favorite places. Sure, she still had the tiny second-hand bookstore that Rachel would drag her to once a month. Why hadn't she brought Rachel to the café before?
The door opened again flooding the room with light. Quinn blinked rapidly against the bright sun and smiled. From the perfect sculpted hair to the messenger bag, no doubt containing a laptop, to the purse which most likely held a recording device to finally the GPS system the woman was fumbling with in addition to her car keys, somehow Quinn knew- this was Sarah Burnside.
The blonde smiled at her and extended her hand upon reaching Quinn's table.
"Quinn? Hi. I'm Sarah. I'm so sorry I'm late," the woman apologized, pumping Quinn's hand profusely.
"Have a seat," Quinn smiled back politely.
"I'm really sorry. I got lost. I still don't know my way around here. I was in New York, then Chicago, then back to New York. I've been here like a month," Sarah blushed.
"Would you like anything? A coffee? Biscotti? Muffin?" Quinn offered.
Sarah held up a hand to flag over the waiter and flushed again realizing it really wasn't that kind of place. The waiter came over and beamed genially at Sarah while taking her order for a blueberry scone and a latte.
"Sorry. I didn't eat breakfast. It was a crazy morning," Sarah shrugged while Quinn studied her.
"It's okay. Really. This is one of my favorite places. I'd be here anyway, even if I wasn't meeting you for this," Quinn replied.
Sarah glanced around the room, taking in the décor and the whole vibe. The soon to be father was there again. This time he was in this three-piece suit. He nodded at her in acknowledgement. She flushed once more.
She was obviously nervous. Her hands shook as she reached into her bag. Quinn waited for the laptop and the recording device. Instead, she was surprised that Sarah took out a simple notebook and a fluffy pink pen. The reporter flushed the same color as the pen when Quinn raised an eyebrow.
"It's- my little sister. She's…I left the house in a rush and Caitlyn, my little sister, gave me the first pen she could grab from her bag," Sarah explained.
"It's cute," Quinn chuckled.
Sarah flushed even more and Quinn decided right then that she liked this woman.
"You're living with your family?" Quinn prodded, despite herself.
"Temporarily. We're originally from San Diego. I went to college at NYU. I stayed there. I moved to Chicago. Then I went back to New York. My mother and two siblings moved to LA shortly after my dad's third deployment overseas. My younger brother is in school here. Mom wanted to be close to the whole family. Now five of us are in the same house again after my father came back. I'm sorry. This is supposed to be about you. I…this is crazy. I'm scattered all over the place. I'm really sorry."
Quinn grinned at her. She definitely liked this woman. She wasn't necessarily attracted to her. Sarah was a beautiful woman. She seemed youthful in a way that few people who made it so far in cutthroat careers could hold on to. In that way, she was kind of like Rachel. Quinn swallowed thickly at the thought.
"Your publicist gave me a huge list of things. I forgot it at the house. If I ask you something that I'm not supposed to, just say list and I'll drop it. This seems really unprofessional. I'm really-," Sarah started again.
"It's okay. You don't have to apologize. I'd actually prefer to keep it a little more casual. This is one of my spots. The less this feels like an interview, the better for me," Quinn cut her off.
Their waiter returned with the scone and drink. Sarah dug in happily. She asked Quinn about her day. She started slow. It was a little awkward but in some ways felt like two friends getting to know each other instead of an interview for a magazine. After about an hour of chatting, in which Quinn learned more about the other blonde than Sarah was able to ask about Quinn, they finally moved to the topic of the show.
"So where do you see your career going after SING!? You seem so careful. Like you're really planning each step. For someone who's said before that you didn't expect to have this career, it seems like you've done a good job figuring out its system," Sarah commented around another bite of her second scone.
"I don't know. I guess I need to plan things out. I need to stay a step ahead. That's just a part of who I am. I think no matter what career I ended up with, I would still try to constantly plan ahead. Some of that is the industry and I'm learning more about it as I go. Most of that is just the way I was raised. I've learned to relax a little but I'm somewhat of a controlling person by nature," Quinn answered thoughtfully.
"Would you say some of that has influenced the writers of your show? It seems like Sam makes very calculated moves. Is that finding the Quinn Fabray in Samantha Ripley or just good television?"
"As the writers have gotten to know us better and as we've gotten to know the characters better, I think parts of ourselves bleed into the work. It's those things that make characters relatable. It's the parts that make them like real people. The writers are so good at what they do. I would never say that I was responsible for my character in influencing the directions the writers take. I just try to make their words feel real for the audience."
"So you weren't like Sam at all?"
"No, I wish I could've been. I was really scared to break the mold. I thought I needed to be the stereotypical blonde cheerleader. If I had known in high school, that I would spend the rest of my life trying to break that mold- I wish I had possessed some of Sam's courage to be herself when I was in high school. I was an avid follower and enforcer of the status quo."
"Do you think that's why people relate to the show so much? It's the way they know life should be?"
"Life is that way for some people. Ask Rachel all about that when you interview her. She's been marching to the beat of her own drum since she was born. She's fearless," Quinn laughed in delight.
"Speaking of her, are you aware of the rumors?" Sarah asked, blushing a little.
Quinn swallowed thickly. She forced a chuckle and nodded. Her palms slicked when she reached for her porcelain mug. She tried to force her heart to slow down. She hoped her nerves weren't as visible as she thought but she knew there was a palpable tension.
The photo shoot sprang back into mind. Rachel waltzed onto set like a picture perfect fantasy version of herself in high school. Quinn's mouth had gone dry and she had so much trouble focusing- it was a wonder she didn't look like a drooling idiot in every photo. She'd had some pretty interesting dreams stirring up feelings that had never fully settled and now…now this.
She felt the panic rise just as Sarah cut in again.
"Strange or flattering?" Sarah asked, fighting a grin.
Quinn forced another chuckle before taking a generous sip of her now lukewarm cappuccino.
"It's…Rachel is my best friend, you know? We were roommates for a while. We went to high school together. We've known each other practically all of our lives so it seems natural that we're exceptionally close. I'd say the entire cast is close which prompts so many rumors…she's my best friend. I don't know what else to say," Quinn painted a warm smile across her face.
Her insides danced and churned the cooled espresso drink round and round. She glanced to the side of the room where the screenwriter sat. He was engrossed in his work as always. The older man in the back of the room smiled at her as usual. To everyone else, it was still a calm place. She was the only one who was having the rug pulled from beneath her feet.
"So strange but still flattered. Got it," Sarah chuckled.
"Sure," Quinn's answering chuckle ended on a wheeze.
"Well I'm sure I've wasted enough of your day. Thank you for…well my first LA interview wasn't nearly as painful as I feared," Sarah stood abruptly.
She was blushing for some reason. Quinn was still reeling and slightly confused. Sarah stuck out a wavering hand and shook Quinn's. She darted towards the door then turned around quickly.
"This is weird. I'm just going to…I hang out with my mom and my seventeen year old brother and my eight year old little sister…if you want to- this place is great. It's relaxing and warm…I know of this other place, too. It's um- if you like Indian food- it's really quiet and…here," Sarah fumbled.
She placed a small shred of paper ripped from her notebook on the table next to Quinn's mug. Her neat handwriting was scribbled- Sarah Burnside- across the top with a phone number below it. She placed a twenty-dollar bill for the food and drinks on the table with it. She smiled at Quinn again and left before the blonde could reply.
"She certainly didn't leave me her number," Rachel giggled when they were on set a few days later for the wrap of season two.
"It wasn't like that," Quinn protested.
"I met with a professional. She had an iPad she was taking notes on. She had a prepared list of materials to cover. She didn't cram her face with scones and invite me to dinner. She interviewed me," Rachel attempted a cavalier smirk.
"Me too," Chase laughed. "A complete professional. She asked me about the show. She asked me about the photo shoot. She asked me about dating rumors. She asked me what was coming up next for me. She didn't slip me her number."
"She wouldn't like write anything…you think?" Quinn's eyes widened in fear.
"Sweetheart, she asked you on a date. She wouldn't out you in a magazine while simultaneously trying to get in your pants. The only outing she wanted was you out of your pants. She didn't ask you about your sexuality. She just made an assumption and hoped it would pay off," Courtney blew on her fingernails after Melanie, one of the hair and make up girls, put on another coat of polish.
"It sounds to me like she had a crush on you from the very start. Fumbling and nervous. You're a lady killer, Fabray," Melanie teased.
Quinn shifted in her seat a little and blushed.
"If I'm killing ladies, somehow I don't think it will stay too private," Quinn mumbled.
"It doesn't have to stay private forever- but listen, nobody is going to say you turned down a lesbian reporter for Rolling Stone just to out you. That would kill her career printing something like that. You'll make your post after the tour. It'll be fine. Completely on your terms," Courtney shrugged.
"I didn't turn her down. I was…surprised. She left really quickly."
"So you like her?" Rachel asked, chewing on her lip.
"I didn't say that. I just...she was nice," Quinn winced.
"Call her up. What's the worst thing that could happen?" Chase winked.
Valerie, another stylist, was clipping some of Quinn's hair. Kurt was curling Rachel's hair and swatting her every time she wiggled in her seat to get a better look at Quinn. Melanie and Courtney were taking turns painting each other's nails the same color as Courtney's skirt for the next scene.
Chase was watching all of the action from a chair behind them. Quinn wasn't really sure why he was in the girls make up trailer. He was chatting away about the interview and Quinn's love life as if it wasn't weird at all. Quinn furrowed her eyebrows when she caught him staring at Rachel in the mirror. Her stomach turned and she gripped the chair a little harder.
Valerie blew on the back of Quinn's neck and brushed out her trimmed hair. She fanned it out and examined to make sure each piece was the right length. Quinn caught Rachel's eye in the mirror. The blonde winked at her and smiled. Rachel flushed a little which made Quinn's smile grow wider.
"Do you want to go out with reporter lady?" Rachel asked.
"Not really," Quinn answered after a moment.
"Then don't," Rachel shrugged.
Kurt swatted at her again. He pulled the curling iron away barely missing Rachel's ear.
"I swear to God, Rachel, if you don't sit still I will burn you. Then Melanie will shit a brick when she has to cover up some ridiculous hickey looking burn," Kurt glared at the tiny actress.
Rachel laughed when Melanie rolled her eyes. Ever since New York, it had been a blur. Returning should've brought as sense of normality; however, the three leads were immediately thrown into a photo shoot and an interview for Rolling Stone then returned to set two days later to wrap the season. It wasn't really a surprise for anyone when Kurt boarded the plane to LA right beside Rachel. It also wasn't a surprise when he showed up on set and immediately got to work. Two words from Rachel and Alan had hired Kurt on the spot.
"Did she even ask you about the rumors?" Courtney asked.
The Latina was carefully painting white dots on Melanie's dried nails. She looked up briefly to raise an eyebrow in Rachel's direction.
Rachel hummed her agreement.
"She did?" Chase asked, leaning forward in his chair.
"Mmmhmm. She asked me about you. Were we a couple? Real life Lemily and all of that usual stuff. Then it was- have I heard about Faberry? We chuckled. I love the name. I think it would be better if it was Rainn or Berbray. I would prefer my name goes first," Rachel giggled.
Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Did you seriously say that?" Chase laughed.
"Sure, I mean I said it was all ridiculous. Portmanteaus aside. I told her I was perfectly single and perfectly content. I'm working on me. I'm enjoying being single and focusing on myself. I have time for all of my friends now. Plus, if I was going to date anyone in the cast, it probably would have been you Chase back when the show first started. Now we're like siblings with the way we bicker. It wouldn't work between us. Quinn's my best friend and she would never think of me in that way. We've known each other far too long and she knows way too many embarrassing stories. Even if she was already out publicly- nationally, it wouldn't mean she was interested in me. We're all such good friends. I could never disturb that dynamic. Easy as that," Rachel shrugged again.
Quinn swallowed and forced a smile in the mirror. Kurt's eyes briefly met hers. She didn't know what that look meant but the pit in her stomach told a different story. Rachel's smile was a little too tight and forced but Quinn wasn't certain what that was about either. When their eyes met, Rachel was the first to quickly look away.
"What did I say about moving, Berry," Kurt threatened, which did the trick to lighten the mood.
Quinn glanced in the mirror. Chase was sitting back in his chair staring at her. He switched his gaze to Rachel then back to Quinn. His lips slipped down a little. Just as quickly, he flashed them all a grin with an excuse and left.
"What?" Rachel asked after a moment when everyone else was silent.
"Oh Miss Berry, a girl who talks so much yet knows so little," Kurt sighed.
"I take offense to that," Rachel pouted.
"Of course you do," Kurt nodded.
"I miss the days when you were merely my best friend and a phone call away. Now you're breathing down my neck daily and threatening my life with hot objects. Remember when you lived in New York?"
Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes.
"Yes, it was only a week ago. Remember when you begged me to move to LA? Remember when you begged Alan to put me on as a fulltime wardrobe supervisor and assistant stylist?" Kurt shook his head affectionately.
"I don't seem to recall that," Rachel huffed.
Kurt leaned down and hugged her. She giggled and kissed his cheek. Quinn sighed and smiled at the pair. Kurt caught her eye in the mirror. He grinned at her in a way that warmed her. Maybe everything would be okay. Somehow she got the feeling that Kurt could read her every thought and he wasn't appalled- if anything he seemed to support her. Rachel sunk into his embrace like she needed his support just as much as Quinn- though why exactly the blonde didn't really know.