A/N: O.K. This chapter is mainly about Quinn's relationship with her mother and how it affects her. Picking up straight after the last chapter so... yeah, so anyway starting from Rachel's POV. I know shocking right?

Please Read and Review. I know they are bothersome but they really do help, the good and the bad.

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Quinn dropped Rachel off at her house. When Quinn parked the car in the driveway Rachel asked her if she wanted to come inside Quinn refused.

"Sorry Rachel not today. I've got to get home in case my mum gets home drunk and does something stupid."

As Quinn drove away Rachel waved. She felt a little bit rejected but she did think that maybe it was a bit soon. Saying she would try and be someone's friend, and inviting that someone to possibly meet your parents were two very different levels.

As Rachel walked inside she couldn't help but feel as though she had possibly dented her friendship with Quinn before it even really started. As she walked in the door she called her usual "I'm home" and went into her room to boot up her laptop.

She felt that she needed bit of a reality check. She needed to remember that Quinn was more than capable of being an absolute bitch to her, so Rachel thought what better way than to open her MySpace page and read some of Quinn's comments. Rachel knew she was going to hurt afterwards but it needed to be done.

Rachel opened up her MySpace and she could feel her heart soar a little bit. All of the comments Quinn had ever written were no longer there. In place of some of them were encouragements such as "This one is my favourite you have done" and "Wow Rach this is better than I thought even you had in you."

Rachel couldn't get the smile off her face after looking at the comments Quinn had posted. She was shocked however when she saw a message come out of the corner of the screen indicating she had an MSN contact invite from a "Talk2me".

Slightly confused Rachel clicked accept. She was prepared to block the new person assuming it was just another cheerleader that had somehow managed to get a hold of her account name (FutureBroadwayStar) in the hope of ridiculing her.

Talk2me: Hi Rach.

Rachel blinked at the screen a few time. Rach? Not many people called her that. One sprang to mind though and Rachel dared to dream.

FutureBroadwayStar: Quinn?

Talk2me: Yes?

FutureBroadwayStar: I was just wondering if it was you.

Talk2me: Well you can feel safe because it is me.

FutureBroadwayStar: who said that I was scared?

Talk2me: That's not what I meant and you know it.

FutureBroadwayStar: How did you get hold of my name?

Talk2me: I got it from Santana.

FutureBroadwayStar: How long have you had it?

Talk2me: 'Bout 15 minutes

FutureBroadwayStar: What? She gave it to you even after that big fight?

Talk2me: I told you, she means well... most of the time

FutureBroadwayStar: I noticed that you changed your comments on my MySpace...

Talk2me: I hoped that you would. I mean it Rach; I'm not going to be mean anymore. I wrote what you deserve to see written.

Rachel could feel herself blushing and could not get the smile off her face.

FutureBroadwayStar: Well thank-you Quinn.

Talk2me: It's more than a little late for me to tell you. Anyway do you want to play some games?

FutureBroadwayStar: Sure, what were you thinking?

Talk2me: We can play some online boggle if you want.

FutureBroadwayStar: Ok sure.

-/-Quinn POV

When Rachel asked her if she wanted if she wanted to come inside her house, Quinn had two major reactions. The first was happiness. Rachel really was giving her a chance and wanted to be her friend. Quinn now knew she wasn't going to be alone in attempts to be friends.

The second reaction she had was more dominant after the initial shock. The second reaction was fear. She knew Rachel had gone home crying on more than one occasion after something Quinn had done or said, so she felt it was more than likely that the Berry men knew how awful Quinn had been to their little girl. Quinn knew she would have to face them eventually, but felt it was asking for trouble on the same day that Rachel had accepted her friendship request.

Quinn and Rachel played online games for at least an hour before Rachel informed her that she needed to go and have dinner. Quinn knew that playing online games with the diva hardly counted as alone 'get to know each other' time, but still thought it was a decent start to their friendship.

Quinn went downstairs to see if her mother had made anything to eat or if she would have to make something herself like she usually did. She had already been pleasantly surprised once, when her mother had come home sober, but she was still shocked to find some chicken stir fry on the counter waiting for her.

"Hey mum. Oh, you made dinner. Thank-you." Quinn wasn't sure why she was speaking to her mother like she was a three year old... Maybe it was because she acted like one when she was drunk.

"No problem honey, good day at school?"

Wow, first time Quinn had been asked that question in a while. So far today had been a really good day.

"Yeah it was really good. I even made a new friend." If she could call Rachel a friend after only really hanging out twice and only one of those times did they really talk to each other.

"That's good honey. Although you seem to be good at making friends. You just seem to choose the wrong people, like that other cheerleader Santana. She is definitely not a good influence, although I guess Brittany is okay. Not the smartest person I ever met but she is nice."

Quinn stared at her mother. She was having a go at her friends. Maybe sober Judy Fabray was as mean as drunken Judy Fabray, well, almost at least.

"Santana isn't that bad. You just don't know her very well. Anyway, Rachel isn't the same as either of them."

"Isn't Rachel the brunette girl who you make fun of for no good reason? Like isn't she the only one with any real musical talent in that glee club of yours."

Quinn was unsettled by this news. How did her mother know that she had been mean to Rachel? And how did she know that Rachel was a great singer?

"How did you..." Quinn trailed off. She wasn't sure which question to ask. She would feel like a douche asking either though.

"How did I know you are mean to Rachel?

Quinn could only look at her feet and nod her head.

"Because I have been told about some of your particularly bad outbreaks at the girl and have been told at those times it was a fairly regular thing. So, even after all of this she still wants to be your friend?" Judy sounded a bit disbelieving.

"Yeah, I've trying to be nice to her and been apologising for what I did o her."

"When did you start being nice to her?"

"Friday."

Judy raised her eyebrows. Either Quinn was really good at apologising, Rachel was extremely forgiving or the brunette was desperately lonely. After what she had heard what Quinn had done to her, Judy's money was on the third option.

"So you made her so desperately lonely that she agreed to be your friend after only four days of being nice to her?"

Quinn put her three quarter finished dinner on the table and ran up to her room with tears in her eyes. She closed her door fairly lightly but made sure to lock it. It took a lot to make her cry and she didn't want anyone to see her doing it. Ever.

After about a minute, Quinn heard the door handle being rattled. Then she heard a knock.

"Quinnie, are you okay? I didn't mean to upset you."

Quinn didn't really trust her voice but decided it was probably best to try anyway. She took a deep breath.

"I'm fine. Just leave me alone."

Quinn was pleased with that effort, not only did it sound strong but even a little pissed. She remembered why she was crying and the tears started coming again, even harder than before.

"Are you sure honey?"

"Yes just go away."

That time she sounded not only sad but really broken and she knew it. Her mum was right though. Had she made Rachel that desperate for a friend that she would let Quinn, her tormentor since kindergarten, become her friend after just a couple of occasions where she hadn't been completely horrible.

Quinn had been crying for over 15 minutes when she heard her laptop go off, though she felt that she deserved it. She knew she had made Rachel feel much worse than this. She had obviously forgotten to turn it off earlier. She opened it up to see Rachel had messaged her again.

FutureBroadwayStar: Quinn? You still there?

Talk2me: Hi Rachel

Quinn's tears started yet again.

FutureBroadwayStar: Wanna play some games again? Or we could just talk?

Talk2me: I'm so sorry Rach.

FutureBroadwayStar: For what?

Talk2me: Ever being mean to you. Did I make you so lonely that you would take anyone you could as a friend? Even the person who has been mean to you since we have known each other?

FutureBroadwayStar: Where is all this coming from?

Talk2me: Yes or No?

FutureBroadwayStar: Not really, I still had people in glee. They may not have been friends exactly but they were nice to me. Where is all this coming from?

Talk2me: I'm so sorry Rach. I think I have to go now.

FutureBroadwayStar: Okay bye Quinn.

Quinn logged off. She could still feel the tears streaming down her face. Later in the night, Quinn cried herself to sleep.