A/N: Hopefully this kicks some things into high gear. As usual I don't own anything but my imagination and the character Jamie.

A/N2: Some people are upset about Quinn and Jamie. Don't lose hope! Everything happens for a reason. Rachel is still grieving and Quinn needs to learn to love some things about herself before she can truly love Rachel.

Chapter 6

Rachel was beyond frustrated. She was pissed, and a pissed Rachel Berry was often reckless and a reckless Rachel Berry often did things that were completely impulsive and thoughtless. An impulsive and thoughtless Rachel sent competitors to crack houses or stuffed ballot boxes. She fumed silently as she mentally reviewed known information.

For the last few weeks Santanna and Kurt had been acting weird and Rachel just couldn't put her finger on why or how. On the surface everything was the same; they still worked together at the diner and did band rehearsal, but there was an undercurrent of something that had the diva's sixth sense tingling. The little songbird knew that her roommates were hiding something and she determined to figure out what.

On top of that issue was the sudden inability to contact Quinn. Emails came back undelivered, Quinn's Facebook now blocked her, and the blonde's cellphone number was disconnected. Although she had been distracted by certain circumstances like Finn's death and her role as Fanny, Rachel soon easily pieced together that whatever conspiracy was afoot involved her roommates and a completely elusive blonde.

After constantly bombarding the former cheerleader with emails and texts, Rachel had been dejected when she didn't receive and answer. That sadness soon turned to hurt and anger over the rudeness Quinn was exhibiting. She and Quinn had worked so hard to finally become friends, even something like best friends. They had been close once. The shared grief over Beth and Shelby, the revealed insecurities at prom, and the determined perseverance over Quinn's injuries had finally made them more than glee members; it had made them almost best friends.

When asking probing questions of both Santanna and Kurt, the latter had broken down and revealed that Quinn had told both him and Santanna that she was leaving the past behind so she could embrace her future. She was cutting all contact with everyone and everything that reminded her of home, except her mother.

Hearing the echo of something Quinn had once told her struck Rachel deeply. When Kurt had also revealed that Quinn specifically stated that she no longer wanted to hear from Rachel, the diva had almost hopped on the next train right then and there. She wanted to get to the bottom of whatever it was that had suddenly caused this massive rift between them. She hurriedly packed and was walking out the door when Santanna marched over and got in Rachel's way.

"Kurt, you might wanna leave the room so's I can slap some sense into the hobbit."

"Santanna!" Kurt exclaimed, even as he nodded and grabbed his coat to head outside.

"What is going on, Santanna?" Rachel demanded in her best diva tone.

"Pipe down, Shorty, before's I have to channel Snix to deal with you. Quinn has her reasons for doing this; they're shitty and selfish reasons but whatever. Don't even think about doing anything or I'll sneak into your room at night and shave your head." Santanna growled menacingly at Rachel. "Just give this to Quinn and for once stop only thinking of yourself."

Rachel huffed indignantly. Santanna's accusation hurt. All she wanted was an explanation for Quinn's withdrawal from her life. Was that really too much to ask? Knowing that she wouldn't be able to get past Santanna, she had nodded resignedly and headed back to her room to unpack.

Rachel had finally managed to sneak away to go visit (i.e. confront) Quinn. Elliot and Dani both couldn't make it to band rehearsal, so Kurt and Santanna had both picked up a shift at the diner thinking that Rachel had Funny Girl rehearsals. What they didn't know was that a pipe had broken and her rehearsals had been rescheduled, so she was taking the opportunity hop on a train before they missed her.

She had noticed that part of her roommates' new behavior was that neither of them left her alone for more than a few minutes. Because they worked together, lived together, and (in Kurt's case) went to school together, the little diva could never escape.

Finally, she was safely on the train to New Haven. Luckily Santanna had never found the train pass to New Haven in all of her snooping. Truthfully, Rachel was a little ashamed that she hadn't used it until now. Guilt and excited coiled together in her belly as the train jerked to a start. She checked her phone; shifts on Friday at the diner didn't end for another four to five hours. That would give her plenty of time get to Quinn before anyone could think to stop her.

Rachel kept herself occupied on the train by going over what she would say to Quinn. Earlier in the school year, Quinn had emailed a copy of her class schedule and her residence hall and room number. In her spare time without Santanna and Kurt breathing her neck, the diva had researched the residence halls at Yale, looked up directions, and formulated a meticulous plan for talking to Quinn.

It was already dark when the train pulled into New Haven. As she exited the train, the little brunette dragged her bag behind her as she looked for a taxi. Circumstances had forced Rachel to get an evening train, so she would almost certainly have to spend the night. Thanks to skills honed in New York, she quickly hailed a taxi and rattled off her destination.

The driver easily found the campus and pulled up to Quinn's residence. Rachel took a moment to gape at the impressive architecture that was slightly Gothic in nature. The elegance and beauty of the campus was apparent even in the darkness and Rachel was once again proud of Quinn for her achievement.

After locating another student to get some help, Rachel was climbing the stairs to Quinn's hallway. She paused momentarily in front of the blonde's door. Before knocking she took a deep breath to quell the butterflies. Her timid knock sounded loud to her own ears. A loud bump from behind the door prompted her to press an ear to the door. She heard muffled giggles and a few muttered curses before the door was wrenched open and Quinn Fabray was standing before her.

Rachel's enthusiastic greeting died on her lips as she took in the blonde's tousled hair, hooded eyes, and swollen lips. The stunned blonde girl was wrapped in a blanket and her dark hazel eyes were trained on the little brunette. Gathering herself, the diva opened her mouth to verbalize her thoughts only to find herself speechless once again when a tall, lanky brunette appeared and draped her arm around Quinn's waist.

A/N3: I know. I'm evil. Rate and review please!