Chapter 26

"So I was thinking when I move to New York I'll email Patty LuPone again. I kind of got the message when her body guard emailed me to stop contacting her but maybe if we're living in the same city she'll think differently. And what color do you think my wedding dress should be? Tina said ivory but should I just stick with white? And I was considering pink for the bridesmaid's dresses but Santana hates pink and Quinn would look better in blue. Oh, and do you want to go to Carmel High's production of Jersey Boys? Jesse is directing it and I know you hate him but I want to go so I can throw a shoe at Miranda's head, she's that girl he's dating that sings like a dying whale. Okay and you know Ali? She told me I looked like an elf on Facebook. I'm thinking of adding a new poster to my bedroom, maybe Legally Blonde the Musical. But I'm not blonde so would that be stupid?" Rachel asked, talking very quickly and loudly. Finn just nodded and pretended he knew what she was talking about.

"Yeah that would be cool," He shrugged.

"What's your opinion on Reese Witherspoon's role as June Carter in the biographical movie of Johnny Cash's life, Walk the Line, showcasing Joaquin Phoenix? I honestly think Reese's voice was a little too high compared to June's but her acting was brilliant. I do think she was better in Legally Blonde and Sweet Home Alabama. What about you?" She smiled, looking over at him on the couch.

"Johnny Cash is awesome," He nodded.

"Do you want to sing 'It Ain't Me Babe' in glee club sometime?" She suggested.

"Sure," He looked at the TV and the pause sign in the corner of the screen. "What do you want to watch?"

"Maybe Grease? I feel like a happy movie," Rachel smiled.

Finn nodded and stood up, walking to the cabinet to get the movie out. He stopped when he got a text on his phone. He sighed and put it back in his pocket. "Who is it?" She asked.

"No one," He grabbed the movie and put it into the DVD player, trying to avoid eye contact with her.

"Was it Quinn?" She frowned.

"I said no one," He said firmly, sitting back down next to her.

"I was just curious, Finn. Don't get mad at me; it's not fair," She sighed and flipped over so she was lying on her back with her head on his lap.

"I'm sorry," He started playing with her hair. "I love you."

"I love you, too. And you know you can be honest with me," She smiled.

"Yeah, it was Quinn," He sighed. "Don't worry, she hates me now. I don't think she even wants to come to our wedding anymore."

"What? She has to come; she's one of my bridesmaids! That will throw off my whole color scheme!" Rachel said in a panicking voice. "To think I was going to have all blue just for her."

"She's not worth it, Rachel. Just ignore her," He sighed.

"Sure that's what you would say; you're not the bride here! We're getting married in November, Finn! Not in a few years, November! If Quinn doesn't come, she'll throw everything I've been working on away! Even Santana wants to be in the wedding! We're going with blue already and Santana hates that so what am I going to do now?" She went on rambling like this for the full two hours of Grease and Finn just nodded and pretended he wasn't annoyed.

"So that's why it's an impeccably reasonable proposal that Finn and I sing a duet at Nationals," Rachel finished, grinning widely.

"Well that only took up half the class," Quinn mumbled and Finn nodded from behind her.

"How are we going to pick a set list when man hands talks the whole class period?" Santana rolled her eyes. "We just spent half an hour listening to her blab about something we all know won't happen. I don't know about all of you losers but I have way better things I could be doing right now."

"That's enough Santana," Will frowned. "Cool down."

"Why? It's all Berry's fault we lost sectionals and now she shows up today and thinks she has some sort of authority in here?" Santana looked at Rachel and stood up, grabbing her bag.

"I'm the leader of this club, Santana," Rachel stood up so they were at eye level.

"You can't even compete, Rachel!" Santana said, raising her voice. "You got knocked up and now you still seem to think it's fair that you get all of the solos!"

"Quinn got to compete when she was pregnant!" Rachel said defensively.

"She didn't sing the lead," Santana shrugged. "Plus this is Nationals, not Sectionals or Regionals but Nationals! You need to stop being such a selfish pain in the ass and start taking one for the team."

"Santana, calm down," Shelby said firmly. "Figgins' office, now."

Quinn sat in the choir room alone, playing a few keys quietly on the piano while mumbling a few lyrics to herself. "There's a calm surrender to the rush of day, when the heat of a rolling wind can be turned away. An enchanted moment and it sees me through. It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you." She stopped, thinking about what came next.

"Hey," A voice interrupted her, sitting next to her on the piano bench. "What's wrong?"

"You really blew up in glee club," Quinn sighed, starting to play another song. "Why?"

"You know why," Santana frowned, glaring a little. "People are always saying how insensitive you and I are but not once has anyone told Rachel to stop rubbing her perfect life in our faces."

"Her life isn't perfect," Quinn mumbled. "Sure she has Finn and she's going to college but her boyfriend doesn't love her anymore and she probably won't get into her dream school."

"Finn loves her and she's going to NYADA, you know it," Santana frowned, looking away.

"If he loved her, he wouldn't keep telling me what he tells me," Quinn sighed. "All the time it's 'Quinn, I care about you and I love you but Rachel's having my baby'. It's all about that damn baby. If Puck would've been like that with Beth, I wouldn't have this problem."

"You know what Alison said to me this morning? She walked right up to me and said she was sorry."

"What did you say?" Quinn asked.

"I said 'Screw you, Alison.'" Santana sighed. "She's been my best friend since I was in pre-school, even before I met you. She would never listen to me, though. She chose drugs over friendship time and time again and even when you and I offered to pay for her rehab, she wouldn't accept it. I can't even believe she put me through that hell for five years and all she had to say was sorry."

"You know how many times I've apologized to Puck and he still doesn't believe me? 11 times," Quinn looked down at the keys and kept playing the beginning of Who Knew by P!nk. "I want to go to Yale.

"Then go! Nothing is stopping you," Santana shrugged. Quinn nodded and took a folded letter out of her pocket. "You…early admissions?"

"I have a perfect 4.3 GPA and my test scores have all been A's for two years. I turn in all of my homework on time; my essays are 'perfection' according to Professor Antonia Waters. She said that surviving a teen pregnancy while maintaining to stay at the top of the A honor roll really impressed her and the communications team at Yale," Quinn explained. "But I don't want to be held responsible for breaking up McKinley's power couple."

"Please, do you really think it'll make a difference if you go to Yale or not? They're still going to be two hours away from each other," Santana shrugged. "You need to stop being so insecure and try to be a little selfish sometimes. I heard Finn likes that."

"I'll talk to Rachel."

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