A Very FaBerry Glee-verse-part VI-Glam
By Shiney1983
A/N: Hey everyone! I'm baaaccck! LOL! Sorry life got in my way. If you're still interested in this story, thank you. I feel the love. Updates WILL be more frequent from here on out, hopefully once a week. Just stick with me. I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I'm very thankful to have finally finished this chapter for all of you.
Next, I'd like to address a couple of concerns/questions a few of you had.
Why did I choose the specific moment in first season I did to begin my version of "Glee?"
Well, I was watching my first season DVDs and I thought, "I wonder what it would've been like if Quinn had taken Rachel to the doctor instead of Finn?" It was that simple. Then I started listening to the Quinn and Rachel that exist in my mind and they have guided me through this story, lol!
Your summary says "FaBerry as cannon." That's what I came here for. All these setbacks aren't them as cannon. Why would you say that in your summary if they aren't gonna be together?
Rest assured, our girls will be together eventually. When I watch a TV show I consider the cannon couples those that want to be together and I see their setbacks as part of the journey. Besides, the girls getting together right away I don't think fits with either of their personalities. If you want FaBerry in love all the way through then this may not be the story for you. That said, if you all stick with me I promise Rachel and Quinn will find their way to each other and hopefully it'll be worth it.
Anyway, sorry for my long-winded answers, I just felt you guys deserved some explanations from me.
Now, about the chapter…As I was re-watching "Auditions" in preparation for this chapter, I realized that 95% of the episode would not mesh with my version of "Glee." Not one to give up, I decided I'd have to change the theme/motivation for this episode if it were going to fit. That was okay with me as I have never liked this premiere much anyway. I kept the pieces of the original episode that worked, but this chapter, more than any other, is my own work. I'm really proud of what I accomplished though. I hope you all like it and it was worth the wait. Here goes…
Disclaimer: I own nothing belonging to GLEE, including any dialogue I borrowed straight from episodes for my own purposes. Also, any songs mentioned belong to the original artists.
"Please Quinn, one more time," Brittany whined, jutting her lip out toward the other blonde for full effect.
Quinn laughed. It was going to be impossible to resist her friend. To begin with, Quinn had always had a weakness for the "puppy dog face," a trait she shared with the final third of the unholy trinity, and a fact only Brittany knew about Quinn and Santana. Second, Quinn knew deep inside that without the friendship and company of her fellow blonde she wouldn't have survived the summer, reunited with her mother, back home.
Her former and current residence had always been a cold, lonely place, almost sterile. However, when she had first moved back in, Quinn had been sure the feel of the house would change without the overbearing presence of her father.
She was wrong.
Judy Fabray had tried for a short period of time to be the mother that Russell's desire for perfection had caused her to fail at becoming. Unfortunately, Judy was incredibly lonely. Her mother had not only relied on her father's support more than Quinn had previously realized, but Judy also missed and loved her husband more than Quinn thought possible.
As she was accustomed to, the older blonde buried her feelings rather than deal with them. She buried them at the bottom of a bottle.
Quinn was hurting too. Letting go of Rachel, or at least the idea of what they could've been, had been harder than the hazel-eyed girl could've predicted. It wasn't the hardest thing she'd ever done, that place was still held by giving up Beth, but at least if things had been different Quinn could've leaned on Rachel.
The brunette singer had tried to reach out to Quinn several times, but Quinn had always pushed her away. Quinn was in too much pain to play best friend to Rachel while watching her fawn all over Finn. Maybe it was selfish, but Quinn was barely holding it together as it was. Trying to eliminate Rachel from her heart was necessary for survival.
With Judy drunk most of the time, Quinn not only didn't have the mom she'd always secretly wished for, she had no one at all.
Until Brittany.
The bubbly blonde had shown up on Quinn's doorstep at the start of the summer in tears, begging to talk to Quinn. Brittany had mumbled incoherently about feeling like she was losing both Quinn and Santana, how she didn't know why it was happening or how to stop it with either girl, but that she just needed to fix it somehow.
It shocked Quinn to see the usually happy Brittany in distress and she had immediately embraced the girl. Brittany sobbed on Quinn's shoulder and Quinn assured her that everything was okay between the two of them as the two blondes renewed their friendship.
Quinn also tried to convince Brittany that everything would work out with Santana, telling her that the Latina loved Brittany more than she loved herself. Brittany shook her head miserably, saying that was the problem, that if Santana could love herself more things might be okay.
Quinn didn't understand, but day after day when Brittany showed up at her door, Quinn did her best to make her friend feel better.
Quinn never shared her feelings for Rachel with Brittany. She feared saying them out loud might make them permanent. Still, helping Brittany made her feel like she was a good friend to someone at least and focusing on someone else's problems took her mind off of her own for a while…
"Quinn?"
Brittany's voice pulled her back to the present and she smiled at the innocent girl. "Okay, Britt, but this is the last time today okay?"
Brittany shook her head enthusiastically. "Okay," she agreed, "I have to get home soon for dinner anyway."
As Brittany turned to press play on Quinn's IPOD, Quinn felt a bit of sadness creep up on her. As if to answer her melancholy, her stomach growled. She was happy that Brittany had such a happy family, but she knew there'd be no family dinners in her future.
"Ready," Brittany asked and Quinn pushed her sadness down as she stood to join her friend.
Drums blared from Quinn stereo speakers as the girls began a dance they'd created early in the summer.
Quinn rolled her hips around to the beat of the song nearly on autopilot. As the first verse began, a small smile formed as she realized trying to keep up with the dancer to her right really did keep her mind off her troubles…until the song reached the chorus….
'But if I had you, that would be the only thing I'd ever need. Yeah if I had you, then money, fame and fortune never could compete. If I had you, life would be a party it'd be ecstasy. Yeah, if I had you, you y-y-y-y-you you y-y-y-y-you you y-y-y-y-you, If I had you.'
For the life of her Quinn couldn't fathom why, every day, Brittany insisted they dance to a song whose lyrics had to make the other girl think of all that she didn't have. At least Quinn knew those were the emotions the song brought out in her.
As if reading her mind, Brittany shouted, "Come on, Q, sing! Singing the words makes them lose their power!"
Quinn smiled at the girl and shook her head in disbelief. Only Brittany could make such a nonsensical statement seem profound. She shrugged, it was worth a try. The two continued the steps as Quinn sang out as loud as she could…
'From New York to LA getting high rock n' rollin', get a room trash it up 'til it's ten in the morning,'
She took a breath as Brittany took over…
'Girls in stripper heels, boys rolling in Maserati's, what they need in this world is some love,'
Quinn smiled. Brittany was a total genius sometimes. Singing along at the top of her lungs did make her feel better. Eagerly she took back over…
'There's a thin line between the wild time, and a flat-line, baby tonight.'
Brittany joined in and the two kept singing together as the song hit its second chorus…
'It's a struggle gotta rumble, tryin'a find it. But if I had you, that would be the only thing I'd ever need. Yeah if I had you, then money, fame and fortune never could compete. If I had you, life would be a party it'd be ecstasy. Yeah, if I had you, you y-y-y-y-you you y-y-y-y-you you y-y-y-y-you, If I had you.'
The girls finished out the song alternating lines in the last verse and singing together on the chorus, and by the time they were done, they were both laughing and out of breath. In unison they collapsed on Quinn's bed.
"Thank you, Brittany," Quinn whispered, once she had caught her breath.
The taller girl shrugged. "See I told you it would help, Q. Besides, what're friends for?"
Quinn rolled toward Brittany and wrapped the girl in her arms. "And don't worry about San…" she breathed into the girl's blonde mane, "…she'll come around. You'll see."
Brittany let out a tired sigh. "I hope you're right," she said quietly.
"I am," Quinn stated confidently as Brittany pulled back.
"Thanks Q. I gotta go. My mom'll be mad if I'm late for dinner," Britt replied. "See you at school tomorrow though?"
"Ugh, don't remind me," Quinn groaned, as she threw her arm up over her eyes dramatically. "The summer wasn't nearly long enough."
"I dunno," Brittany said, as she bounded toward Quinn's bedroom door, "I'm kinda excited."
"You would be," Quinn teased. No sooner had the words left her mouth, than a pillow hit her stomach. "Sorry," she offered, when she could take a breath. "Bye Britt and thanks again."
"Quinn?"
Quinn lifted her arm from her face and squinted against the light to look up at Brittany.
"Whoever you were singing about, your love story will work out too. I know it."
Quinn's mouth fell open. "Britt, I wasn't-"
"Q," Brittany interrupted, "I know you almost as well as I know S. Please don't lie to me too."
Quinn closed her mouth and fell silent as Brittany disappeared. Her fellow blonde truly was smarter than people realized. Maybe she wasn't book smart or even street smart, but Brittany understood what mattered. She understood people, especially those she cared about.
Quinn wondered what Brittany thought Santana was lying about. Moreover, she wondered if Brittany would be so sure about Quinn's happy ending if she knew who it involved.
"Oh quit your bitchin', Q," Santana snapped as she closed her locker, "you're just jealous 'cuz ever since the breast milk left your sagging middle-aged boobs, no one looks twice at them."
"Nice try, Santana. I just think there are more positive ways to gain attention in this school than to have your daddy pay for a boob job at sixteen!" Quinn retorted.
"And you would know all abouts that kind of attention wouldn't you, Q," Santana snapped back.
"Come on, guys. This isn't the way to start off a new school year. San, you promised," Brittany pouted.
"Whatever." Santana rolled her eyes then muttered under her breath, "Sorry Q."
Quinn took a breath to return the apology as a brunette mane and a familiar scent breezed past behind her. The blonde turned away from her friends almost mesmerized. She heard Brittany offer a seemingly faint goodbye, and gave a weak wave as the two departed.
As if her feet had a will all their own, Quinn found herself in the girls' bathroom, where Rachel was about to engage the new foreign exchange student, no doubt in an effort to gain the glee club much needed new recruits. Before she could stop herself, Quinn intervened. Rachel fell silent and turned toward the mirror as Quinn withered the girl with her best HBIC stare. As expected the girl scurried away.
Quinn quickly stuck her head out the door and as luck would have it saw Puck walking past. "Puckerman," she yelled, causing him to stop immediately and whip his head her direction. "Can you-"
"No worries, baby mama," he interjected, "I got it. This bathroom is occupiodo."
Quinn gave a small laugh. Sometimes a little dose of Puckerman was just what was needed. "Thanks."
He smiled back for half a second before reverting back to tough-guy mode. "No problem," he replied, crossing his arms and blocking the door.
Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves Quinn closed the door and turned to face Rachel. "Rach," she said, her voice seeming small as it echoed through the bathroom.
Rachel locked eyes with Quinn through the bathroom mirror and Quinn sucked in a sharp breath. God if the brunette only knew how much the blonde had missed her.
"Hello, Quinn."
Rachel's voice was tight and clipped. Its' tone cut Quinn to her core. She'd heard it so often before, that tone the diva used when being polite. It was professional, almost cold. It was a voice from the past.
"Rachel, please," Quinn choked out, dragging her feet forward. Once again the blonde's body betrayed her, as her bottom lip quivered and her eyes shone with tears.
It was Rachel's turn to suck in air, as she gripped the sides of the sink, stilling her own emotional breakdown. "What happened Quinn," was the quiet question that fell from her lips. She turned to face the other girl, dreading the answer.
"I just…I couldn't…" was all Quinn managed before her body was wracked with sobs.
Rachel pushed against the sink and slowly moved forward. When she reached Quinn and the other girl didn't back away, Rachel stretched out her hand, softly dispelling the tears.
"What are you so afraid of?" The question was barely a whisper, and as the diva's warm breath hit Quinn's lips, the blonde moved forward.
As quickly as Quinn moved forward, she jerked back. Rachel wanted to be accepted. She'd never be accepted if… Besides, she wanted Finn. She'd made that perfectly clear hadn't she?
To Quinn's surprise, Rachel looked crestfallen. "I guess Santana was right," she murmured as she pushed past Quinn.
The blonde was dumbfounded. She didn't know what Santana had done, but if the Latina was even the least bit responsible for her summer of misery, she'd regret it.
Quinn pushed past Puck without a word, her hips swinging, in full HBIC mode, as she knocked on Coach Sylvester's door.
Awhile later Quinn slumped in a choir room chair knowing without doubt try-outs for glee were a bust, and from the looks on their faces the majority of her classmates felt the same. Even Rachel looked beaten and that hurt Quinn more than she could stand.
Schue tried in vain to rally his troops, while Finn tried to assure everyone that his popularity had won over a kid named Sam, but it all fell on deaf ears. Just as everyone seemed ready to give up on building a stronger glee club altogether, Tina spoke.
"Come on guys, look at us. It's no wonder no one wants to join. We don't even want to be here," A few heads nodded in agreement as Tina continued, "I think we need a change in attitude. The new directions need a new direction!"
"I'm not sure what you mean, Tina…" Mr. Schuester trailed off, obviously confused.
"It's something I learned at Asian camp this summer," Tina asserted, squeezing Mike's hand as he smiled at her. "I've always been a little ashamed of being Asian. I mean there are so few role models for me to look up to, but camp this summer taught me that if I hold my head up high I can be my own role model. If you believe in yourself others will too."
"It does make sense," said Mercedes, "I mean the main thing that separates all the Beyoncés of the world from the Kelly Rowlands is the belief that they're all that."
Tina smiled, "Exactly! All I think we need to get our confidence back is a little glam."
Tina sprang toward Brad with an energy she'd never had before. She whispered something in his ear and he winked at her as the music started.
'I want to start a revolution, a type of personal solution, we all have got our own pollution, it's all about the execution.'
The aura Tina gave off seemed to start to energize the room, as she and Mike pulled people to their feet.
'You got something to say, your hands are tied. Open your mouth, open it wide, let the freedom begin. Get on the floor, just let it drive. Don't it feel good, don't it feel hot? Feel the fire within.'
Brittany was the first to emerge from the doldrums, pulling a reluctant Santana and Quinn with her, but soon everyone was caught up in the energy and the music.
'I wanna see you strut (strut, strut), c'mon walk for me. Strut (strut, strut), how you wanna be. Everybody's looking for some love but they don't know, how to let it all hang out, and that's why they're solo (solo, solo), don't wanna be solo (solo, solo), don't wanna be solo.'
By the end of the song the glee club was almost gleeful, and Mr. Schuester was ecstatic. "You're absolutely right, Tina. The best way to get new recruits in here is to believe in ourselves, to be ourselves. Tina, who sings that song?"
"Adam Lambert," the small girl spoke with pride.
"Okay gang, for this week's assignment glee is going glam, Glambert to be exact. I want you all to choose an Adam Lambert song that expresses who you are, something important about you. Thank you, Tina for reminding us what glee club should be about."
"Yeah, but San the whole point of the assignment is to express yourself, not hide behind who everyone thinks you are," Brittany pouted as the blonde and brunette Cheerios sat in the latter's room looking through possible song choices for their glee assignment.
Santana wanted to perform the obvious choice for her, "For Your Entertainment." Brittany thought the Latina could choose a more vulnerable song, in the safety of the group, to better fulfill the assignment.
Santana shook her head, "Britt this song does represent a part of who I am. Besides," she lowered her voice as she scooted closer to the blonde, "I thought you liked it when I mastered both your pain and your pleasure."
The Latina dipped her head and kissed the spot on Brittany's neck she knew made the girl shiver, and then nipped at it, earning a squeak from the blonde. Santana smirked, and then just when she thought she had Brittany, she felt the bed dip beside her.
Brittany shook her head, tears in her eyes, as she stood. "This is exactly what I mean San. You use sex to hide from everything, but I won't let you do it with me, not anymore. I just can't…" Brittany trailed off as the tears she was fighting threatened to spill. She turned and slowly walked toward Santana's bedroom door.
Santana bit her lip…hard. She knew she was losing Brittany, losing herself really, but what could she do? The Latina was so angry all the time, fighting an invisible war with everyone and no one. Ever since she and Brittany were little, Santana felt like Brittany was the only one who really knew her. She saw past all the pain and really loved Santana for who she was and who she could be. Santana couldn't lose that, not now, not ever.
As Brittany's hand reached the doorknob, Santana took a shaky breath,
'Hey, slow it down, whataya want from me, whataya want from me? Yeah I'm afraid. Whataya want from me, whataya want from me?'
Brittany turned to see tears falling from the Latina's eyes that matched her own. Shaking, the blonde moved from the door and reclaimed her spot on the bed taking Santana's hand in her own. The brunette's breath caught and she stared at their interlocked fingers as she continued.
'There might have been a time when I would give myself away, ooh once upon a time I didn't give a damn, but now, here we are. So whataya want from me, whataya want from me?
Brittany squeezed Santana's hand, and was overwhelmed when the brunette locked eyes with her, almost pleading the chorus of the song.
'Just don't give up, I'm workin it out. Please don't give in, I won't let you down. It messed me up, need a second to breathe, just keep coming around. Hey, whataya want from me, whataya want from me, whataya want from me?'
Suddenly, Brittany found it difficult to breathe; there was so much emotion in Santana's words and her voice.
The Latina gave the girl and small smile and used her free hand to tuck a stray hair behind Brittany's ear as she started the second verse.
'Yeah, it's plain to see (plain to see), that baby you're beautiful, and there's nothing wrong with you (nothing wrong with you). It's me, I'm a freak (yeah), but thanks for lovin' me, cause you're doing it perfectly (it perfectly).'
Brittany leaned into Santana's touch, as the brunette softly stroked her cheek. Santana was trying to pour every ounce of what she felt for Brittany into this touch, into this song. She just hoped the message was clear and that, for now, it was enough.
Santana removed her hand from Brittany's and fought the urge to look away. Hoping the next few lines wouldn't catch in her throat. Then with more sincerity than she'd ever felt before she sang.
'There might have been a time when I would let you slip away. I wouldn't even try, but I think you could save my life.'
Both girls were crying freely now as Brittany reached a trembling hand out to wipe away Santana's tears. It was times like this when Brittany knew just how much Santana loved her, but it was also times like this that made it hurt so much when Brittany couldn't reach her. As if in answer to Brittany confusion the chorus rang out a few more times between them.
In the silence that followed Santana hitting the last note, Brittany knew that hadn't really solved anything. Brittany also knew for now that was okay because the girl in front of her loved her, fully and completely. She wanted to tell Santana that she felt the same, that they could conquer the world as long as they had each other, but words failed Brittany. In lieu of verbal expression, she tried to show Santana everything she felt in a kiss.
Santana knew as well that she'd merely delayed the inevitable, that someday she'd have to face her fears or risk losing Brittany forever, but as she pulled the blonde down on top of her, Santana didn't care. She felt warm, safe, and loved. She took comfort in the fact that she had the only thing that ever truly made her happy, she had Brittany.
By the end of the week it was clear that the music of Adam Lambert had been just what the club needed to pull them from their funk. Puck had done a somewhat inappropriate version of "Sure Fire Winners" that made it clear, as Puck put it, "Puckasaurus was back in business." Finn had performed a song called "Fever" about being ready to advance his and Rachel's relationship. It made all who heard it uncomfortable, especially Rachel, who told Finn their private lives were deemed private for a reason. As the two leaders of the glee club now sat on opposite sides of the choir room, it was clear that sour feelings still lingered.
Glambert week had spawned other positive outcomes though, not the least of which being a new recruit. Sam, the boy Finn had mentioned earlier in the week, had seen Puck's performance as he passed the choir room. He said if a bad ass like Puckerman could handle football and glee with his reputation in tact then he was sure he could too.
He performed what Rachel had deemed a merely decent version of Lambert's "Music Again," though Rachel may have been biased. She felt she had covered well, but the attention the blonde-haired boy paid to Quinn during the song made Rachel squirm. If the diva hadn't known better she would've sworn she was jealous, but that was absurd. After all, she was back with Finn, happy most of the time, and she had never had any sort of claim on Quinn aside from their brief friendship. Rachel reminded herself that her focus for the day was on taking steps toward reclaiming that friendship and helping Quinn face her fears as she stood to perform her choice of Adam Lambert song.
Rachel strode to the middle of the room in full performance mode and took a seat on the stool Mr. Schue had vacated moments before. "This will be one of my quieter performances to date," Rachel intoned, earning her a few groans from her fellow classmates. She continued, purposely locking eyes with Quinn, "I wanted you all to hear the message of the song fully, not focus on me."
"Heh, that's a first," Santana muttered, gaining stern looks from both Brittany and Mr. Schue.
"Noah, if you would be so kind as to join me," Rachel said, clearly ignoring Santana.
Puck obliged, and soon he and an acoustic guitar were next to Rachel.
Although she didn't want to, Quinn eagerly awaited the diva's message, which was obviously meant for her.
'Have you lost your way? Livin' in the shadow of the messes that you made? And so it goes, everything inside your circle starts to overflow. Take a step before you leap into the colors that you seek. You get back what you give away, so don't look back on yesterday.'
Quinn literally had to fight with herself not to nod at Rachel. She understood the diva's warning completely. She had been thinking more and more lately about the cost versus the gain of reclaiming her HBIC status, and whether or not it would really be worth it. After all, one of the blonde's main motivations had been family, and these days she was starting to wonder if her mom would even care or if there was a family to uphold. It was the chorus, though, that made Quinn want to leap from her seat and hug the brunette…
'Wanna scream out, no more hiding. Don't be afraid of what's inside. Gonna tell ya you'll be alright, in the aftermath. Anytime anybody pulls you down, anytime anybody says you're not allowed, just remember you are not alone in the aftermath.'
Maybe all of the effort she'd put in to hiding her feelings from Rachel had been for naught. Maybe Rachel knew. Best of all, maybe she felt the same. Quinn was giddy as the song continued and seemed to give validity to her hopes.
You feel the weight of lies and contradictions that you live with every day. It's not too late, think of what could be if you rewrite the role you play. Take a step before you leap into the colors that you seek. You get back what you give away, so don't look back on yesterday. Wanna scream out, no more hiding. Don't be afraid of what's inside. Gonna tell ya you'll be alright in the aftermath. Anytime anybody pulls you down, anytime anybody says you're not allowed, just remember you are not alone in the aftermath, in the aftermath. Before you break, you have to shed your armor. Take a trip and fall into the glitter. Tell a stranger that they're beautiful, so all you feel is love, love, all you feel is love, love. Wanna scream out, no more hiding. Don't be afraid of what's inside. Wanna tell you you'll be alright in the aftermath.'
The dismissal bell rang just as Rachel hit the final note of the song, and Quinn leapt from her seat eager to catch the diva before she left the choir room. The blonde wasn't what she'd say, but before she could fully examine the possibilities, Finn stepped in her way. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she heard the boy ask the diva for some time alone and worse yet, she heard Rachel agree.
Deflated by what felt like a punch in her gut, Quinn leaned against the piano as a very appropriate Adam Lambert song filled her head.
'I saw a picture of you hanging in an empty hallway, I heard a voice that I knew, and I couldn't walk away. It took me back to the end of everything. I tasted all, I tasted all, the tears again.'
Quinn exited the choir room doing her best HBIC strut hoping it would mask her hurt…
'Outside the rain's fallin' down, there's not a drop that hits me. Scream at the sky but no sound is leavin' my lips.'
She leaned into her locker, willingly her eyes to dry, as images of she and Rachel danced through her mind.
'It's like I can't even feel after the way you touched me. I'm not asleep but I'm not awake after the way you loved me.'
The song continued to linger as Quinn drove to the place she lived, not a sanctuary, not a home, just an address.
'I can't turn this around. I keep running into walls that I can't break down. I said I just wander around, with my eyes wide shut because of you. I'm a sleepwalker walker, walker. I'm a sleepwalker walker, walker. Let me out of this dream'
Quinn was not surprised at all to find Judy passed out at the kitchen table as she walked in the door. Nothing could shock the blonde anymore. As she helped Judy to bed and cleaned up after her, Quinn sadly thought how typical this routine was becoming.
'Everywhere that I go I see another memory, and all the places we used to know they're always there to haunt me.'
From inside her bedroom, Judy was mumbling incoherently. It cut Quinn to the core when she heard her mother mumble that there was no one left to love her. Quinn loved her mom, but she supposed that wasn't enough.
She was never good enough for her father or her mother or even Beth, and she just knew deep inside that she'd never be good enough for Rachel.
'I walk around and I feel so lost and lonely. You're everything that I want, but you don't want me.'
Quinn may have successfully changed her outward appearance years ago, but within she'd always be "Lucy Caboosey."
'I can't turn this around. I keep running into walls that I can't break down. I said I just wander around with my eyes wide shut because of you. I'm a sleepwalker walker, walker. I'm a sleepwalker walker, walker. Let me out of this dream, dream. Let me out of this dream.'
Quinn fell back on to her bed emotionally drained. She sobbed as images of everyone she loved, everyone she'd failed, seemed to taunt her. Before she knew it, the blonde had cried herself to sleep.
'I can't turn this around. I keep running into walls that I can't break down. I said I just wander around with my eyes wide shut because of you. I'm a sleepwalker walker, walker. I'm a sleepwalker walker, walker.'
Rachel stood hesitantly outside the door of a house that really looked more like a museum than a home.
The diva didn't really know what she was doing here.
Promising Finn that she'd never break up with him had seemed right in the moment, and had made her boyfriend very happy, but Rachel couldn't get Quinn out of her mind.
Something about their bathroom rendezvous from earlier, and their palpable energy exchange during glee club, seemed wholly unfinished.
Ever the completest, Rachel vowed that this time she was not leaving until she knew what was going on between her and Quinn once and for all.
Steading her hand, she raised it to ring the Fabray's doorbell.