Quinn stood by her locker and took out books for the next class, when Santana approached. "Hello Quinnie."

Quinn rolled her eyes and shut her locker with a bang. "I hate when you call me that. You sound like my mom." Quinn started walking and Santana followed.

"So, what has crept into your as and died? What with this sour mood?"

Quinn sighed and stopped. "Nothing. Nothing special. It's just a bit too much with the musical that's premiere soon and there's a lot to do. I thought I managed to play and act, but now it just feels too much."

Santana crossed her arms and looked skeptically at her friend. "Quinn, you're the most musical person I know. You can play anything. It's not that. Come on, tell me. Does it have anything to do with your little break down the other day. Did you talk to her, like I told you?"

"Of course I was talking to her. She was still at my home when I got home." Santana would just interpose before Quinn continued. "And no, I did not tell her. I will never do that. Not until it is obvious."

"You're an asshole Quinn Fabray, you know that right?"

"I know."

Quinn and Santana went side by side during silence. After a while they met a laughing Brittany and a quiet Rachel. Santana gave her girlfriend a hug. "Hey babe. What's so fun?"

Rachel gave Brittany a dark look and threw herself in the arms of Quinn. Brittany who still laughed managed to calm down and tell everything what happened.

"Rachel was asked out by Jacob Ben Israel. And when she said no, he asked her if he could get some panties from her."

Quinn and Santana looked at each other and shook their heads. Quinn still stood with Rachel Berry hidden in her shirt put her arms around her.

"But Britt, that's not funny. It's scary. He is obsessed."

"Oh but Quinn, I'm not done yet. And after he asked Rachel that strange and creepy question, Finn Hudson came into the Picture. In his attempt to save the day, and even more, to save Rachel began Finn and Jacob to fight against each other. And Rachel told them to stop yelling but nobody listened. And then..."

Quinn was so shocked at Brittany's words that she could not be quiet anymore. "Did you hit someone?"

Rachel looked up and shook her head. "No. Of course not Quinn. You know I do not use violence. No, I just said the truth that, I was not interested in any of them so there was no idea for them to bother. I'm not theirs to defend, so to speak."

Brittany stood and laughed to himself and when Rachel has finished talking, she explained why the situation was so funny. "Oh but Rach, You did not just explain this simply. Bt you barked on them for three minutes, all about women's struggles for freedom and independence, and the benefits of being attracted to a woman instead of a man. It was hilarious. And especially to see Finn's face after the last part in your speech."

Santana looked pleased and laughed. "Good for you little dwarf. Why come out carefully when you can come out with a bang. Saves you time too. Now, the whole school knows, Quinn. Berry is gay for Fabray."

Brittany gave Santana a hug and whispered in her ear. "Be nice..."

Quinn did not say much but stood with her hands in her pockets and listened to her friends talk. After Santana's statement, she would just defend herself when Rachel took Quinn's hand. Rachel gave Quinn a smile and shook his head, saying, ignore her. So Quinn did. The friends stood at the locker and talked for a while before the plans came about the evening. They decided to go to Breadstixs at Santana's expense. She offered to pay to celebrate little Rachels declaration, aaaand little to do good to her comment about Quinn and Rachel's relationship, but that was nothing that was said out loud.

One ordinary day, the only thing that was different was that Mr. Shue was sick. So there would be a substitute for Glee. At lunch Puck and Finn were talking about how they could joke with the substitute, they talked about buttering the floor, change name and pretend too be someone else to then switch back. Quinn thought all ideas were boring and immature. Human beings just trying to do his job. Why make it even harder than it already has to be. So she took her tray and left. Rachel stood up and asked if everything was okay.

"I'm fine. I just need to take a little air. I will be back. Stay with Brittany and Santana, I look you up later."

Quinn went out of the cafeteria and went out and sat down on a bench in the schoolyard. All people were in for lunch and because there was some light rain in the air, this was not directly people's first choice of place. Not now. So it was quiet and empty, the only thing that was heard was a distant noise of cars and the wind. Quinn drew a deep suck and leaned back to the backrest. She leaned her head back and stared up among the dark Clouds. They became colder and colder days now, the summer was long gone and the fall had a real grip on nature. It was raining often, just today it did not rain without it sort of hanging in the air. Almost like, you get humid if you go out, even though it was not raining. Quinn heard the distant sound of footsteps and felt someone sat down beside her on the bench. She was surprised when she saw Ms. Corcoran beside her, Rachel's mother. Ms. C sat with her face forward and did not look at Quinn. Quinn had not talked to her since that first day. Rachel had talked to her many times and only told good things about Ms. C to Quinn. But Quinn was a little distant. This was Rachel thing. Eventually, it was Quinn who broke the silence.

"So, how do you like being a teacher?"

Ms. C did not respond directly. Instead, she continued to look straight and ignore Quinn's question. "I did not know who you were. That first day, I did not know who you were. Today, I know who you are, but I still do not know what you are..."

"What do you mean, what I am? I am Quinn."

"Oh, I know you are Quinn, but I do not know what you are for my daughter."

Quinn was surprised to hear this. At the same time, after all the rumors at school and after Rachel's latest out-break on Finn and Jacob, reputations took more speed. Quinn began to fiddle with her fingers, a nervous habit. Quinn took a deep breath and chose to be as honest as possible. This was, after all, Rachel's mother and everything else would just be weird. "That's complicated." Was all she could say.

"Complicated? Quinn, come on. I'm her mother, I want to know. Are you together? I mean, the whole school says you are. But when I asked Rachel she said you were not. Now I ask you. Are you in a relationship with my daughter?"

Quinn sighed again and looked up against the clouds again. How could she explain the situation to a third party without sounding strange. Quinn chose her words for a long time, and prepared for an explanation. "When I was young, I wanted to be an austronaut. I would love to get up into space and touch the stars. I wanted to be up among the stars. Explore, discover and achieve. It was my goal to reach new higher heights and to be free in space. But reality came, and I can not become an astronaut. My relationship with Rachel is sort of like that. Wonderful, heavenly and something out of this earth. But it's also a dream and something that will not happen. Becoming an astronaut was a dream for me and as I highly praise, I do that with Rachel too. I take care of her but I can not be it for her. And I think she knows that. We are pleased with what we have. She knows we are not together but she also knows that I will always be there for her. For anything. Whatever she needs from me."

Shelby Corcoran looked properly at Quinn for the first time this afternoon. "What if she does not want anything from you Quinn? What if she just wants you?"

"I have a secret. And I can not convey my burden to you by telling you the truth. It's my burden to bear. But believe me when I assure you, I always have Rachel's best in sight. I take care of her, that I promise you."

Ms. C laughed and lay her hand on Quinn's shoulder. "Thank you, Quinn. I trust you." Ms. C got up and started walking towards the building again. "I received a request to help with the Glee Club today, because Will is sick. I said no because I wanted to ask Rachel first about what she thought. So a friend will help in the afternoon. Her name is Holly Holliday, she's great. Be nice."

Quinn looked up and saw that Ms. C was heading towards the building. "Tell her to watch out for the buttered floor. And not to take anyone's crap."

"I will. Take care Quinn."

"You to."

A few Days later and the musical was a success. The fight between Mercedes and Rachel has disappeared over time and Mercedes was one of those who clapped highest when the curtain went down on the opening night. She was proud of her friends and what they achieved. Now they have sectionals to concentrate on. And to try to get as many voices to pull together was not easy.

"I do not understand why I and Rachel can not sing the duet, we sound awesome together."

Quinn rolled her eyes. How many times will Rachel have to say no to Finn for him to give up? Luckily, Quinn did not have to say anything because there were others who had opinions. Santana for example.

"Because, Frankenteen, this time, it's actually others who also want to be seen. And realize the facts, Rachel does not want you anymore. Get over it. Everyone else has done it so stop walking around and mope."

Quinn who sat next to Rachel pulled a sigh when she heard that Rachel choose to say someting in the conversation. "Actually, I think that Mercedes could do a solo this competition. She has a lovely voice and I think it's her turn to show what she can do for real. I believe in her, you should also do that too."

Quinn took Rachel's hand and gave her a big smile, a smile that said, "I'm proud of you". Everyone was quiet in the room, except Santana of course. She rarely knew when to be quiet.

"I agree with the dwarf. Aretha, make us shine. Do not make me regret cheering for you."

Mercedes had not expected to get solo assigned so easily. She was shocked and a little touched by the words she just heard. "I'm ready. Obvious. YES! I'm ready. Of course. Berry, Satan, I will not disappoint you."

"Guys, guys. We will come up with how we will set up and we will agree together. Everybody. I book the room tomorrow before school to meet you and solve your concerns. So go home, think about your problems and if there is any way to do this to a united club. See you tomorrow."

Mr. Schue sent everyone home with these instructions and seemed determined that everyone, after tomorrow would be friends again. Quinn followed Rachel home to do homework. After a while, they both ended up lying on the floor next to each other on the stomach. Both of them had homework in gerography, Europe's geography.

"Uh! This sucks. I mean, why not just be one country and then have states like us here? Why make a continent with many countries... I hate Europé."

Quinn laughed at Rachel's expression. "I love Europé. This may not be the funniest one, to read about it. But it is beautiful."

Rachel raised her eyebrows, a trick she snapped up from Quinn. Trying to speak with less Words, not Rachel's strong side. This time, Quinn, however, perceived Rachel's questioning and replied. "Yes. I have been to Europe. I was little though, only ten years old. I most remember when we were at Disneyland in Paris. That was magical. But I remember that I thought nature was different. The food tasted strange and when the people around me talked I did not understand a word of what they said. I think I was a bit small to appreciate and fully understand other cultures in full. But I would love to go there again some day. See more places, meet more people, see more countries and do more things. I think I'd have more out of going there now as I am older."

Rachel, who had been tired of homework, had crossed her arms over her books and laid her head on them, watching Quinn while she was talking. Rachel who always was a talkative person, enjoyed when Quinn took hold of the tactical stick and talked like this. Quinn was a woman with few words and when she spoke, it was always with well-chosen Words. It was not for the sake that Quinn was shy, on the contrary. She always had an answer in her pocket for when it was needed and if she wanted to say something, she did. But in comparison with Rachel, Quinn was considered to be silent. And Rachel was that kind of person that, if Rachel had no one to talk with then she talked to herself. But then there were times when Rachel was just quiet and listened to Quinn. Rachel looked at Quinn's eyes almost sparkling when Quinn talked about something significant. Just as Brittany had said, the eyes are the mirror of the soul. Rachel had become quite good at reading Quinn, no wonder, perhaps because they spend so much time together and get to know each other better for each day.

Rachel smiled. "So, when are we leaving?"

Quinn laughed at Rachel's little response. Was that all she had to say. "Do you want to come along?"

"Of course Quinn. I also want to see Europe. We can go see a musical in London, eat croissants in the Eiffel Tower and row in a gondola in Venice."

"They actually have people who rows for you so that you do not have to do that yourself."

"See, how would I know that without you. I need you when I'm in Europé."

Quinn raised her eyebrow but said nothing, Rachel knew anyway. "Okay. I need you everywhere. But I need you extra when I'm in Europé. Just promise we'll go someday."

Quinn laughed at Rachel's pout. "Of course. One day."

"Quinn...?" Rachel looked a little nervous so Quinn just nodded encouraged to Rachel to continue talking. "Are you rich? I know it's a bit rude question to ask but it feels like a question I could ask for you. And you do not answer if you do not want to but it's just a thought I had. Not because it matters to my part, I mean I would like you even if you did not have a single crown. But you have, and I'm just wondering. As I said, you do not have to answer."

Quinn laughed, as she usually did when Rachel was rabbing. She thought it was sweet. "I'm not rich, yet. But my mom is, I suppose you can say. You know, my dad was a lawyer when he lived. In that career, he earned a lot of money and when he died we got even more on the insurance and so on. I have a lot of money waiting for me the day I'm 18, and with that the road is open to me. I can do whatever I want. But I think I decided to go in my father's footsteps to become a lawyer. The company Fabray, your lawyer, is still there and all I have to do is get a education and I'll work there. Technically, it is my Company then, but we can see. I do not know yet. We'll see."

"So technically, if we marry, I can live like a luxury wife?"

"Now why would you do that, Ms. one-beautiful-day-will-I-be-a-big-star-on-Broadway?"

"I did not say it WILL happen, I just said it COULD happen."

Quinn sat down on the bed and Rachel sat beside her and took Quinn's hand into hers. "You know this does not matter to me Quinn? I like you for you. I was just wondering. And now I know. So thank you for sharing."

"Rachel, I would never have told you if I did not trust you. You're my girl, of course I trust you."

Rachel thought back to the day and decided to take up the Glee club again. "What do you think about the meeting tomorrow? How can we get this group to perform as a Group?"

Quinn sighed. "I don't know."

"I can not talk to everyone but I would like to ask you to do your best. Glee is important to me and I would love to get the group to work. Again, you have to give Finn a little space. I know you do not like him, but I ask you to give him a chance. And you do not have to protect me all the time, I think I can manage Finn Hudson."

This prompted Quinn to laugh a Little. "It's not just because it's Finn, you know. I will always protect you, against all. But I understand what you mean. I'll do better. I'll be better."

"Thank you very much Quinn. You are Amazing." Rachel gave Quinn a kiss on the cheek and then got up. "Good. Now stranger, what do you think about playing a board game with my dads? I do not know how you feel but I'm tired of homework."

Quinn groaned but stood up. "Sure. But do not fret this time, if I win again."

Rachel laid her hand on her chest and looked shocked, dramatically shocked. "I would never. I do not fret. And I never lose." With it was Rachel out of the room and headed down the stairs.