The next day, Rachel was a wreck. Rachel was otherwise a person who always spoke and was rarely still. Today it was even worse. Quinn picked up Rachel in the morning and drove her to school. In the car, Rachel talked constantly, and Quinn knew it was because she was nervous so she let her be. Quinn nodded and agreed to everything Rachel said. When the two arrived at the school, Quinn put her hand on Rachel's hand and squeezed it and smiled encouraging.

-"You'll be fine. I know you will. Are you ready, or do you want to wait a minute before we go in?"

Rachel held Quinn's hand but turned her body so they were only centimeters between each other's faces. -"You're wonderful Quinn Fabray. Absolutely wonderful. I'm ready, let's go."

-"Thank you." Quinn said to the empty seat Rachel had left behind.

Quinn went up to Rachel, took her hand and went to school. Quinn did not see Ms. C somewhere and walked toward her locker. In fact, Quinn did not see her all day long. At lunch, Rachel sat down next to Quinn and curled at Quinn's side. With that, Quinn knew something had gone down between the two.

-"Are you alright?" Quinn looked down and felt Rachel nod. However, she never looked upward. Quinn let her be and began to talk to the other around the table instead. Apparently Kurt and Blaine had a little down time in their relationship. Kurt had tried for a role, in the musical that Blaine received. And even if Kurt was not exactly angry at Blaine, it became him the anger went out of. Obviously. Because it was he who got the role. Santana was also cranky. Between the musical and Booty Camp, Brittany was very busy, and although Santana understood why she was not particularly happy about the time they spent apart. Quinn thought it was nice that the weekend approached. Kurt who was tired of talking to Blaine about the musical, chose to change the subject.

-"Have you heard that Mercedes has received approval for a new Glee Club to start. She even found a teacher who wants to help." This prompted Rachel to lift her head and listen. Kurt continued. "And I have heard that she is good. Like, really good. Apparently, she has been active on Broadway before."

Quinn understood who they were talking about, she put her arm around Rachel and gave her a smile. Rachel took courage.

-"Ms. Shelby Corcoran, my birth mother."

Around the table there was a gasp, and then all became quiet. Kurt first spoke.

-"Your birth mother? How do you know that?"

-"Because, Kurt. I know who gave birth to me. I have known all of my life. My fathers have always been open and told me who she was, but we have never had any contact, until now. She came here because of me. And as you can see, I'm having a bit of trouble grabbing all this. I found out that she was here yesterday, and I met her today for the first time. Just actually. It is just a bit difficult to understand. A lot to process. But you're right, she's good. And she seems nice too."

-"Does that mean you want to join her group instead?"

Quinn jumped in and defended Rachel. -"Rachel would never abandon the group."

Rachel put a hand on Quinn's arm and turned to answer Kurt. "Quinn is right. I would never abandon our group. I think we are good together. Certainly, we need to practice more and perhaps create greater understanding for each other but I would never change Group. And certainly not only because my mother is the leader of the competing club. Never."

Santana stood up and leaned toward Rachel. -"Well said Hobb. And if you need someone to be hit in the face, all you have to do is ask. Quinn is very good at hitting people, especially long, tall ex-boyfriend trolls." And then she left. Quinn tok an empty foodbox and threw after her friend. The box never reached Satana who just laughed and continued to go.

-"Violence Quinn. I do not agree, you remember. Use your Words."

-"I hate her."

-"No, you do not."

-"You're right, I do not."

Kurt, who had been silent for a little while, was now talking. -"Naaw... Can you stop being so damn cute all the time."

Quinn gave Kurat a dark look. -"We are people Kurt, not puppies. Puppies are cute."

-"I like puppies." Talk about puppies always made Brittany to influence.

-"We know Britt. Maybe if we plan someting this weekend, we can see a movie about puppies. I think it's your turn to choose anyway. Can we not just decide that me and Quinn are coming home to you on Saturday? I guess Santana will be there already."

Quinn shrugged her shoulders. -"Sounds good to me."

-"Awesome. Then it's decided." Brittany was happy.

-"Great. I need something relaxing after this week."

-"Do you know what Rae? When I'm sad, Santana always sings for me. I always ask her to sing to me when we are by ourselves, because it is a lot of others around so she would not appear weak. I think I want to sing for you, so you feel better."

And it made Brittany a great speed out of the lunch Court. Quinn, Rachel and Kurt, all laughed.

When Rachel and Quinn sat in the car on the way home that day, chose Quinn asking Rachel what had happened in Rachel's first meeting with Shelby.

-"So, tell me. What did you say?"

-"You were right. She was nice. She told me that she moved here in an attempt to get closer to me. But she also made it clear that if I did not want it, she would move. It is entirely up to me what kind of relationship we are going to have. And if I thought it was tough or too much I would just say that. No hidden agenda. She is tired of performing and now she wants to start teaching instead. She is a history teacher and also got an offer to start a second Glee club at school."

Quinn breathed out. -"Wow. I'm glad that went well. I was worried about you. It's so different to you when you're quiet like that. I do not like it. It's not you."

-"So you say you like me, that's what I got. That you like me. "Said Rachel flirty.

Quinn laughed at Rachel playfullnes. -"Yes, I like you. You know that. You're my girl."

-"I like how that sounds. I'm your girl."

Brittany chose to do a number with the song Run The World (Girls), by Beyonce. She did it to make Rachel happy. It was a success. All the girls were looking hot as hell and glee club also got place in the end. It was great. And Rachel was happier. It had gone well with her mother and repetionerna to the musical went on as they should. The weekend came and went past, This week in Glee, Me Shue had decided that it was mash-up week. There were girls vs boys. The theme was that the songs that were to be performed were traditionally sung by the opposite sex. So the girls had chosen Start me up/Living on a prayer. While the boys chose Stop! In the name of love/Free your mind. During the preparations, Rachel was at Brittany's home to find an insight into what she would wear.

-"Even because I have a lot of clothes at home, but this is probably not a style that suits me. I have no idea what to wear."

Brittany was in her closet, looking for stuff. -"I have lots. And I think if we can not find something here, Santana certainly has something to suit you. Do not tell her I said this, but she's probably not that much taller than you are. Even if she calls you Hobbit and shortstuff."

-"Thank you Brittany. I know. And I would never say that either. I do not dare."

Brittany came out with her arms filling clothes, all in black. -"This is like, all of the black clothes I have. As I said, I think Santana has more if we do not find anything good." Rachel began to look among the clothes. "You know Santana would never do anything against you again? Like throwing a slushie or do something stupid against you. On the contrary, she is very protective of you."

Rachel had noticed that she had not been exposed to the cold drink in a long time, but she thought it best was because Santana had put a ban on the Glee club at the beginning of school. Everyone who threw at the club, threw at her. They were now off target. -"Brittany, what do you mean? No one in the Glee club gets slushies anymore."

-"That's not true. Kurt got one last week, and I think Artie got one as recently as yesterday. But not you, and it's Santana's earnings."

-"What do you mean? Why me? Sure, I'm very good friend with Quinn and I know Santana and Quinn are inseparable but that may not just be that."

-"No, it's definitely not just that. Sometimes Quinn and Santana argue, about you."

-"Me? What? Is it because Quinn and me hang out, mabe we should not hang out as much as we do?"

Brittany shook her head, took Rachel's hand and looked her deeply in her Eyes. -"No. Santana protects you. She yells at Quinn and says she is selfish and that she should think of you. I do not really know what they're talking about, but I know, at least, that you have Santana on your side. She has your back if you ever need, even against Quinn. As I said, I do not really know what they mean. I guess there are things they have not told us yet, but I know this anyway. She has your back. Now, let's see if we can find something for you in this mess. I have way too much clothes."

Rachel had a bit of thinking, but one thing she wanted to ask Brittany. -Hey, Britt. Do you think Quinn likes me, I mean like me, as in more than a friend?"

Brittany stopped and turned to Rachel. -"Rachel, I know she does. I see it in her eyes. The eyes are the gate of the soul, you know. And you can not lie with your Eyes. But as I said, I think there are things that neither you nor me know yet. And whatever it may be, it's big. So, we shall see. Now, clothes."

Rachel hugged Brittany and then held Brittany's face between her hands. -"Brittany S. Pierce, You may be the smartest person I know. Never change."

Brittany laughed and pointed at the clothes. -"Again. Now, clothes."

Quinn and Rachel kept on practicing lines to the musical. They were now in Quinn's room and practiced together. Quinn did not have so many lines to practice because her role was not as big as Rachel's, she had more music to practice. In the scenes she was not on stage, Quinn was in the band and played. But right now, she helped Rachel with her scenes and lines.

-"I really appreciate you helping me Quinn. Artie has been nagging at me a lot and said that I need to live out my role more." Quinn sat reading the script and did not look at Rachel when she spoke. "Can you imagine, me? Living out my role more...? I've always been told that I'm dramatic and now I'm not sufficiently dramatic. This is outrageous."

-"Well. What have the directors said you need to practice? What kind of feedback did they give you?"

When Rachel first did not answer, Quinn got to look up and search Eyes with the diva. Rachel walked back and forth in the room and seemed nervous.

-"Artie claims that I and Blaine lack passion."

Quinn laughed and sat on Rachel's bed instead. -"You have passion. You're passionate about what you do, otherwise you would not be a very good actor."

Rachel still was pacing back and forth in the room and rubbed her hands nervously. -"I do not think that was the kind of passion Artie meant."

-"Rachel. You're starting to make me nervous with your pacing. Just tell me, what did he say to you?"

Rachel stopped and looked at Quinn. -"He said we lack sexual passion." Quinn said nothing, and Rachel began to speak. very quickly. "And I understand what he means. Both Blaine and I are virgins. And here we are, to act in a love story that we ourselves really have no idea about. Not only that we are young but also because we are very inexperienced. And how should we get the audience and everyone who looks at us to believe that the passion exists when we can not even experience it. Or imagine it. I mean my last relationship was with a guy that I ended it whit because we did not fit together, we were not even close to each other and even further from each other physically. The person I am closest to in the whole world is you, and we are close, both physical and psychological but we are not even near to having sex. I may not be the right to play the role of Maria after all. What do I know about love? Nothing. I'm completely wrong out here Quinn, what should I do? If I do not get this musical on my track record..."

Finally Quinn knew what she would say. She interrupted Rachel's rant by standing up and being in Rachel's personal space. She took one of Rachels hands and put it over her own heart and put her own hand over Rachel's heart. Then she laid her free arm around Rachel's waist and brought her even closer to herself. Quinn looked into shocked eyes and began to speak with a low voice.

-"This. Do you feel this?" Rachel swallowed and nodded. "This, between us. This is a form of love. Love and passion are nothing that you can develop or fake. It has to be experienced. And I know you have a lot of both. Do you remember our first kiss after you asked me to kiss you?" Again Rachel nodded. "I'll do it again, now. And I want you to remember this moment. Cherish it, because we are special."

Following these words, Quinn chose to close the gap between the two. The kiss began slowly and needy. After a moment, with lips that touch, Quinn touched Rachels lower lip with her tongue, asking her for entrance. Which Rachel agreed. Toung meet toung and fought for dominance. Quinn kept Rachel's waist harder, in an attempt to get the woman closer to her. Hands began to wander and explore, Rachel had her arms over Quinn's shoulders and waved her fingers into Quinn's blonde hair. Quinn's hands were looking and touching Rachel's back, Quinn took a few steps forward and Rachel ended her back against the wall. Quinn's lips left Rachels and instead searched for Rachel's throat, neck and shoulder. Quinn licked, sucked and nibbeld everywhere she could. Rachel let out a moan breathed in Quinn's ear.

-"Oh Quinn... Your mouth, it feels so good... Maybe... We... Should take this to your bed... Instead?"

This statement got Quinn to think clearly. Quinn leaned back and looked unsure at Rachel. "I... I'm sorry... I... Can't..."

Rachel felt Quinn hesitant, and strugeling to find Words. Rachel took Quinns hands and looking for Quinn's Eyes. "Quinn, look at me. It's me. Rachel. What are you so afraid of? It's just you and me..."

Quinn looked at Rachel put some space between the two and got a definite look in her eye. "I can't. Rachel, I'm sorry, it was not meant to go so far. I think I lost control a bit."

Rachel felt hurt. "You lost Control? Is that all you have to say? I lost Control. Really Quinn?" Rachel stood with her arms crossed and gave Quinn an angry look.

"I have to go. I know it sounds weird but stay, I'll be back soon. Please. That's just... A thing I have to do." Suddenly Quinn got very hurry out through the room. On her way out Quinn called over her shoulder to Rachel. "I mean it, stay. I will be back." And she was gone. Rachel stood still and did not really know what she would do. After about 5 minutes, it knocked on Quinn's door.

"Rachel dear, It's Judy. I wonder if you want to make me company over a cup of tea?"

Rachel sighed and went to open the door. "Yes, I would like that. Very much."

Rachel and Judy went down into the kitchen. Judy began to heat up water and picked up different teasorts for Rachel to choose from. The chat was easy and nice between the two. Rachel talked a bit about the Glee club and their plans for regionals. After a while, the conversation focused on Quinn, Judy addressed the subject.

"My daughter is complicated, but I guess you know that already." Rachel blushed behind her cup. Judy continued. "You are special to Quinn. I noticed that from the beginning. And even if I want to tell you about Quinn, it's not my thing to tell you. I wish my daughter had dealt with the situation in a different way, but this is her choice. And I will accept it, even if I do not agree. All I can say to you is to hold on, Quinn will change. And then I, as a mother can only wish that you are still there for her. Because she will need you, and friends. Quinn is far too similar to her father, in so many ways. She is stubborn, smart and fearless in everything she does. And sometimes a bit too much. But as I said before, one day she will realize. And then she will need people in her life."

Rachel sat paralyzed on the chair in the kitchen. What could she say to this woman who had opened her heart about her own daughter in this way? "I do not really know what to say Mrs. Fabray? I mean, I..."

Judy interrupted Rachel. "Rachel. I think we have come so far that you can call me Judy. Please."

Rachel laughed. "Judy. I..."

Judy interrupted Rachel again. "I know my daughter. And I recognize her actions, she escapes. But you can not run forever. Not even Quinn."

Rachel took courage and told Judy about her promise to Quinn. "I promised Quinn that I would wait for her, and I'm such a person who always keeps my promises. Whatever worries Quinn has, I will always be there for her. Small or big, you do not need to worry. I will always be there. And I know that Santana will always be there for Quinn. Now that they finally live in the same city they are inseparable."

This was the first time on the whole evening as Judy laughed loudly. "I know. They are so cute. Santana has always been so protective over Quinn, and Quinn over Santana. I am so glad that my daughter has such wonderful people in her life and that we chose to move here. Finally."

Now that the conversation was a little easier, Rachel chose to continue talking about lighter subjects. "Mrs. Fabray..." Judy Fabray coughed and gave Rachel a look. "Judy. Can you tell a story from when Quinn was Little? Was she a good Child?"

Judy spent the next 10 minutes telling stories about Quinn and Santanas over the years. They were really good children, but they liked to play around. Especially when Quinn and Santana were together. Judy told Rachel that Quinn enjoyed music, tv games and books, but when Santana and her were together they were out all day long and played. Suddenly the door opened and closed, and a wet and breathless Quinn stepped into the kitchen. Judy got up and took a towel from the laundry room.

"Lucy Quinn Fabray, did not you see that it rained before you went out? You could at least have brought you an umbrella."

Quinn wiped her face on the towel and laughed. "No mom. That I was not thinking of. I ran all the way to Santana's house and then I ran all the way back. In the rain. I'm sorry. Rachel, Can I talk to you alone for a while?"

Rachel looked at Judy who nodded, and answered Quinn. "Maybe I can fix some dinner for you afterwards. If you have permission from your dads to stay for so long of course. Maybe Quinn can take you home afterwards, so that you avoid the rain."

"It would be very nice Judy, and it's already checked with my dads. They know I'm here and I can come after dinner if I want to."

"Good, then I'll start dinner and you can come down in a little while."

Up in Quinn's room again, Rachel sat down on the bed and waited for Quinn. Quinn was in the bathroom and switched her wet clothes for something dry. When she had dry clothes on again, Quinn joined Rachel on the bed. Quinn sat next to Rachel and took her hand. She played a little bit with their fingers, holding their hands together and compared the size. Rachel had small elegant hands, while Quinn had slightly larger hands but with more hard surfaces. A strain after several years of guitar-playing. It took a few minutes before any of them said anything. Rachel was silent and gave Quinn the time she needed.

"You know I do not want to hurt you. Ever."

Rachel sighed and leaned her head against Quinn's shoulder. "I know, Quinn. But that's, like the only thing i really know. You know you can tell me Everything."

"I know, Rachel. I'm just so... lost. Just like I do not know where to go, or when, or how? I do not know. Sometimes I just wish things were different. All I know is that I do not want to hurt you. And I need you, as I never needed someone else."

Rachel had a lot of questions to ask Quinn. Many things she thought the blonde girl would answer. But she also knew Quinn's insecurity and that the girl was scared. And she believed Quinn when she said she never wanted to hurt her. Rachel knew that today was not the day she would get a answer to the mystery Quinn. Today was such a day where she could only be there. So she answered the best she could.

"I'm here Quinn. However you need me, I'm here."