Disclaimer: I don't own glee or any of the songs used.

A/N: My submission for day 2, wooing. Set in season 3, they're both single.

Thank you Joanorbis for the fast proofreading

Pezberry week Day 2

After a long day at school, Rachel finally settled in her room. Once her homework was done, she turned her laptop on and eagerly went onto one of her favourite websites, clicking on the chatbox she had opened every day for the past six months. She smiled as she started typing. 'Good evening, Maria. How was your day?'

The brunette had met Maria on a fan site dedicated to shows on Broadway. Rachel had been an active participant in a thread called 'What should West Side Story revival be like?' and when someone brought the subject of 'Who should play Maria?, she had suggested someone new right away, a young and talented girl who should get a chance despite being new in the theatre world. Of course, Rachel was thinking about herself when she had said that but after her myspace setbacks, she had learned to be more discreet and private online. She didn't want anything to resurface in the tabloids once she was famous. However her suggestion was not to everyone's liking and soon, she started to receive hate comments. She knew it was just ignorance or jealousy as most of them couldn't belt a tune but one of those anon was starting to be really mean. One night, after a particularly nasty comment, the diva was ready to disconnect when out of nowhere, someone named Feistysanita jumped to her rescue, not that she needed saving.

After that, the diva started to talk to the girl via private messenger. One of the first things she asked was why she had defended her and the woman simply told her she sounded like one of her friends that was why she had decided to jump in. Rachel thought it was funny that girl's name was Maria but she wanted to play Anita's role in the musical someday. Despite not being a fan of Broadway, the girl had a soft spot for West Side Story and was visiting the website now and then to stay updated. The diva had frowned when Maria told her favourite thing was to throw snarky comments at all these snobby know it all people but after getting to know her, the brunette had discovered how sweet the girl could be.

Maria was a freshman college student, living in Los Angeles and studying for a Bachelor's in Arts. Rachel had never expected to make a friend like her online. She could be so infuriating and have a completely different view on things than hers to the point where it was annoying but in the meantime, they had a lot of things in common and she had found support in her.

There was a problem, though. Lately, things had been a bit different between them. What used to be playful banter – it took her a while to get used to the crass comments – slowly turned into flirting. The diva was really confused at first but after a few appointments with her therapist, she had decided to see where this was going. It was scary to fall for someone you had never met. What made it worse was that she hadn't been completely honest with Maria. She couldn't really tell her she was a high schooler living in Lima, Ohio who couldn't wait to leave her small-minded town to find success on Broadway, so she lied. She told Maria her name was Joan – related to Barbra of course- and that she was living in New York. She knew it was wrong, she had always been honest with people but this time it was different, she had this chance to be someone other than the girl who was bullied because of her gay dads, her physical appearance or her driving need to be on stage.

In the light of the recent change in their 'relationship', Rachel had decided to ask Maria to leave the website and go on facebook soon so they could see each other's faces and finally discover who she was talking to. It was okay to stay in the dark when they were just talking now and then, but now, the diva needed to know she wasn't talking to a 40 year old man living in his mother's basement. She focused on her screen when she saw Maria type.

Feistysanita: Hey, cutie, what's up? Nothing, boring day.

Bdwaybabystar: To be honest, exhausting. Words can't explain how happy I am to be home.

Feistysanita: Rough classes?

Bdwaybabystar: I would say rough classmate

Feistysanita: What happened?

Bdwaybabystar: I had an altercation with a girl in one of my classes. It's not the first time we have fought but it gets tiring to hear all of her gratuitous insults.

Feistysanita: Maybe she picks on you because she has a crush?

Bdwaybabystar: Funny but no, not this girl, trust me. She could have anyone in school and she has made it her personal mission to ruin my life.

Feistysanita: Oh, poor baby. If I was there I would make it better ;)

Rachel smiled at the girl's answer. It was that type of comment that would make her feel cared for. She bit her bottom lip as she thought of an answer. Bdwaybabystar: Oh really? What would you do?

Feistysanita: I would go all Lima Heights on her ass and then, maybe kiss you to make it all better ;p

The diva smiled at the last part of Maria's response before it hit her. "Lima Heights?" She exclaimed at loud. Oh my god… 'Santana?' She typed. After what felt like an eternity, Rachel finally received an answer.

Feistysanita: Who are you?

Bdwaybabystar: I believe I asked you first. I refuse to reveal my identity until you answer my question. Are you or are you not Santana Lopez?

Feistysanita: Rachel?

Bdwaybabystar: Oh my god, it is you.

Feistysanita: WTF, midget?!

Bdwaybabystar: Unbelievable… I don't know what you expected to achieve with this but whatever it was, it is over. Goodbye Santana.

Feistysanita: Wait!

Rachel didn't wait for Santana to say anything else and quickly disconnected from the website. She shook her head, trying to fight the tears that were slowly making their way to her eyes. She couldn't believe what happened. All this time she thought she had finally met someone who truly liked her for who she was, it was just a game from Santana. How could she be so naïve? They were some hints but she had ignored them because she had never thought Santana would be on this type of website or even be nice to her. If anything, she would have been one of the anons insulting her.

The diva cried softly as her mind went over the important things she had said to 'Maria', She used to be so cautious about people online, why had she been so trusting toward this girl? She had thought they had a real special bond but in the end, it was just Santana being manipulative.

As much as it pained the brunette, she had to talk to the Latina the next morning and convince her to keep her secrets, even if it meant bribing…

The next morning, Rachel marched right up to Santana's locker, ready to lecture the girl. The Latina was laughing with Brittany while putting some books in her locker. She didn't wait for them to finish their conversation. "So it was all a joke? Did you have fun? How long were you planning on talking to me and pretending you were someone else?" She put her hand on her hip as she glared at the girl. "Were you the only one or were some of your minions a part of it too?"

"San, you didn't tell me you had minions!" Brittany clapped her hands excitedly. "They are so cute with their overalls and googles. Can you introduce them to me?"

"Hum, no Britt, that's not that type of minion, sorry." Santana smiled softly at her friend. "Why don't you go save us a seat, I'll meet you soon."

"Rachel could be a minion, she's so tiny." The tall blonde nodded her head happily.

The diva forced a smile but her face turned stern as soon as the girl went away. "So, I want answers!"

The Latina slammed the door of her locker before crossing her arms defiantly. "So what? You're acting as if I was this monumental bitch when last time I checked, you lied to me too, Joan from New York." She raised her eyebrow

"That has nothing to do with it!" The petite girl stomped her foot.

The raven-haired girl scoffed. "Really? And why is that miss sweet and innocent?"

"Because unlike you, I didn't do it to manipulate and hurt people!" Rachel cried, ignoring the few people around them staring. "I cared about Maria and I was about to come clean and ask if we could take our conversation to the next level by using Facebook. We would have finally seen each other's face. I'm sure you would have loved it, wouldn't you? Seeing my face crumble when I finally realised who you are. Is that the kind of thing that amuses you, Santana?"

Santana glared at the people around them, making them run away before looking at Rachel. "Don't be so full of yourself. As if I would waste 6 months of my life on you, Berry!"

The diva scoffed. "Are you really telling me you were genuine? Please, I know I can be naïve but I'm far from being dumb."

"I don't care what you think, midget." The raven-haired girl snapped. "We're not friends."

"At least that's one thing we can agree on." The brunette snapped back. "Don't communicate with me unless it's an absolute necessity and if you have any kind of respect for me as a glee teammate, you'll keep our discussions for you."

"As if I want people to know I was talking to you. So if anything, you should shut it." Santana looked at the girl one more time before walking away, bumping the diva's shoulder in the process.

Rachel shook her head. She felt more hurt than she should be by the situation. She couldn't believe Santana didn't own up to her actions or laugh in her face. Santana almost looked as confused as she was but she knew the Latina was a good actress, it could be all part of her plan. She would have to be careful in the days to come…

Santana was fuming as she strolled through the hallways of McKinley with Quinn by her side. It had been an awful day and she still had a few classes to attend.

The Latina couldn't seem to forget what had happened with Rachel this morning. She couldn't believe she had been talking to Berry all that time, and worse, she had enjoyed it. She had discovered the girl could be funny, in her own way, easy to talk to when she wasn't so focused on Broadway. Rachel was sweet but could still hold her ground and be a bitch if needed. Once on the website, the diva had burned a girl who thought she knew everything; it was hilarious. And damn, that girl could flirt! Who would have thought goody two shoes wasn't so straight and had a dirty mouth. 6 months! 6 months of talking and a lot of flirting in the past months or so for nothing. She could barely look at the girl right now. For once she had been true and honest – maybe not about her name, whatever- and this was what she got…

Of course Santana could be a bitch and get her revenge but she knew it was risky. She had confessed things to Rachel she had never shared with anyone before and it could backfire. Rachel could be psycho sometimes, she had sent a girl to a fucking crack house once!

What annoyed the Latina the most was that, what they had was real. They had this thing, it was different and she thought they were going somewhere. She wanted to ask the girl to skype soon and tell her the truth so they could maybe meet sometime soon but she guessed it was useless now that the girl behind it was Rachel…

Santana could feel Quinn's eyes on her and she was trying really hard not to take her frustration out on her because it would go downhill very fast. But she needed to express her anger. She scanned the hallway and spotted Jacob Ben Israel. She smirked, it was exactly what she needed. "Jewfro!" Her call resonated down the hallway as the young man froze. She approached him slowly, like he was her prey.

Jacob turned around, fear written all over his face. "Yes, Santana?"

"Yeah, no! See, we ain't friends so don't be so chummy. You can't call me that."

"But… But… that's your name…" Ben Israel stuttered.

"No shit smartass. Tell me, do you have a death wish today?" The raven-haired girl stepped into his personal space, raising her eyebrow.

"No, no, no, I'm sorry." Jacob looked at the floor.

"Mmhhh…" The Latina tapped her finger on her chin exuberantly. "Yeah, not enough…" She snapped her fingers and suddenly, two Cheerios were standing behind her with slushies. She grabbed one and smirked. "Just breathing the same air as you makes me nauseous. Next time, you better hide." She lifted her hand and dumped the slushie on his face. She chuckled before making her way toward the bathroom to check her makeup.

Quinn joined Santana in the bathroom soon after.

"What was that?" The blonde asked with an arched eyebrow.

Santana checked her reflection in the mirror as she applied some lip gloss. "Just making sure the losers know their place." She shrugged.

"You haven't been so gratuitously mean in while. Why the sudden change?" The blonde moved closer and leaned against the sink.

The Latina scoffed. "That's rich coming from you, Quinn bitch."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Except I'm not the one who slushied Jacob when he didn't do anything."

"I'm sure he did something." The raven-haired girl waved her hand dismissively.

The blonde stayed silent for a moment, observing her friend. "Something changed. I can't tell you what it is but it happened recently."

The tan girl snorted. "Thank you, doctor Phil!"

Quinn sighed. "It would be easier if you could just spit it out."

"Who said there was something wrong?" Santana asked casually as she smoothed her ponytail.

"Your face." The blonde poked her friend's cheek. "You look like a raging bitch but I can see in your eyes that you're hurting about something."

The Latina glared. "Did it tell you how much I hate you?"

"Not lately, no. So spill it because I won't leave this place until you talk." The Cheerios captain insisted.

"Maybe I don't want to talk about it." The raven-haired girl deflected. She didn't want to talk about what happened, she was still confused about the whole story and she didn't need someone judging her about it. Sure, Quinn was a friend and behind the banter, they really cared about each other but…

Quinn snorted. "Please, you're about to explode. I'd prefer you doing it here with me than lash out at a poor soul and get suspended."

The tan girl sighed heavily, turning around to lean against the sink next to her friend. She knew Quinn wouldn't let it go, might as well get it over with. "I was talking to someone online."

The blonde frowned. "Okay?"

"It wasn't a dating site or anything, I'm not fucking desperate." Santana scowled. "And whatever, I don't need your judgment."

"I'm not judging. There is nothing wrong with that as long as you stay cautious and make sure you're really talking to the right person, well I guess." Quinn's voice was softer as if she could feel her friend's discomfort. "So what happened?"

"It was a website about music. I started talking to this girl and we hit it off." The tan girl explained. "Before I knew it, we were talking everyday."

The Cheerios captain nodded. "When did it start?"

"I don't know, about 6 months ago…" The raven-haired girl shrugged.

"6 months ago?" The blonde exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

The Latina scoffed in annoyance. "And tell you what, exactly? That I felt alone after all the shit with Brittany and everyone was busy with their life so I spent my free time surfing online and I met someone by accident? That at first it was friendly and then it turned into flirting?" She shook her head. "Can you tell me you wouldn't have laughed?"

"Maybe at first," Quinn admitted easily. "But then I would have given you my support and offered to come with you to meet her, just in case it was a 40 year old creep." She shrugged. "So what went wrong? She didn't want to meet you? She had a boyfriend or a girlfriend already? It must be something big if you are in this huge bitch mode."

"No, none of that." Feeling Quinn's eyes on her, Santana checked her reflection again. "We got pretty close but you know, it's Internet so I lied about my name and where I live."

"Okay, so she didn't like it when you told her the truth?" The blonde tried to guess. "I'm sure she can get over it, give her some time."

"No that's not it." The Latina shook her head. "She lied about who she was too."

The Cheerios captain frowned. "So it's you who didn't like it?"

"No! Fuck, let me finish the story and stop interrupting." The tan girl saw her friend glare at her but thankfully, she stayed silent. Santana sighed again. "I swear if you laugh I'm gonna bitch slap you." She took a deep breath as the blonde looked at her expectantly. "The girl… Well…it's Rachel…"

Silence filled the room as Quinn blinked in confusion. It didn't last long though when the blonde's laugh echoed through the room. Santana raised her hand, ready to slap her but Quinn was quick enough to stop her, grabbing her wrist. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She said between laughter. "I really didn't expect that." She took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

"You're such a bitch." The raven haired girl growled.

Quinn smirked. "Takes one to know one."

"Not helping…"

"Seriously, who would have thought Berry would flirt with strangers and more importantly a woman! That girl is full of surprises…" The blonde chuckled.

"It wasn't like that, okay?" Santana might not ready to face the situation but if she was sure of something, it was that whatever they were, they were exclusive. In retrospect, she had noticed how Rachel had completely ignored Finn lately.

Quinn stayed silent for a moment, taking it all in. "So let me get this straight, it wasn't a game and you were both genuine?"

"Yep… But it's whatever now, we both realised who we were yesterday and now I'm…" The raven-haired sighed. She didn't even know how she felt about it.

"Sad? Mad? Disappointed? Hurt? Disgusted?" The Cheerios captain offered.

"I don't even know…"

"So do you want to stop talking to her?" The blonde questioned. "Outside school I mean."

The Latina chuckled humourlessly. "Oh, Rachel made it pretty clear this morning that she didn't want to have anything to do with me…"

Quinn raised her eyebrow. "What did you tell her?"

Santana shrugged. "I told her we weren't friends and I don't want people to know we used to talk."

"And that's how you were planning on keeping her?" The blonde snorted.

"I've never said I wanted to date the midget!" The tan girl argued, moving away from her friend.

"Why not? If you ask me, it kind of explains the weird tension between you two."

The Latina scoffed. "Are you suddenly blonde in the inside too? We're talking about Berry here!"

"So? You irritate me most of the time but you're my friend, I want you to be happy." The Cheerios captain stated wholeheartedly. "From what I gathered, she did just that."

"Who said I was happy?" The raven-haired girl arched an eyebrow.

Quinn approached Santana and rested her hands on the girl's shoulder to force her to listen. "You might hide most of your emotions but I can still see it. You were happy, happier than I've seen you in a long time, more at peace too. So what if the girl you were talking to all along was Rachel? It doesn't change all the things you've experienced with her in the last 6 months. She is the same person you wanted to have a relationship with so why should it be different now? On the contrary, it should be even better, she's right here. Sure, that girl is high maintenance and a bit self-centred sometimes but she's also a very caring and loving girl. You shouldn't reject your chance at love just because it happened to be Rachel."

Santana snorted. "If you wanted to get your mack on with Berry, you could have said so sooner."

The blonde rolled her eyes and pushed her backward. "I'm being serious, Santana. Don't be so stubborn! You've built something with her, away from the pressure of high school and away from all the statues, it means something. It means that away from everything that is wrong with this place, when you were free to be who you really are, you found something special in each other. It's up to you to make it works in the real world too."

"It's not just up to me, last time I checked, it takes two. And I'm not sure I want this, I mean…"

"I saw you leer a few times," The taller girl cut her off. "I know you find her attractive so I'm going to take pity on you and help you get your midget because the only one is denial here is you, and maybe Berry, but I'll take care of it."

The Latina growled as she walked toward the exit. "God, I hate you…"

Quinn smirked. "I'm awesome, what can I say!"

After glee, Rachel was the last one in the choir room as usual. She had decided to stay and sing to forget the awful day she had. As if her encounter with Santana this morning wasn't enough, she had felt Quinn's eyes on her all afternoon and walked around in fear of retaliation. Music had always been her safe haven. After reviewing her catalogue of Broadway songs, she had decided to sing 'There's a fine fine line.'

'There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend; There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend; And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.

There's a fine, fine line between love and a waste of time.

There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie; And there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye." I guess if someone doesn't love you back it isn't such a crime, But there's a fine, fine line between love and a waste of your time.

And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore. I don't think that you even know what you're looking for. For my own sanity, I've got to close the door And walk away... Oh...'

Rachel was about to start the next verse when she heard someone speak. She was so caught up in her song that she didn't even notice someone had come in.

"Oh my god, do you always have to be so dramatic?" Santana said as she sat on the piano bench.

Of course Santana had to come and ruin the moment. She should have known better than to think the girl would leave her alone. She straightened her posture and glared. "What do you want Santana? I thought I was clear this morning that we should keep our interactions to a minimum." When she saw the Latina roll her eyes, she added. "And for your information, I don't think I'm being dramatic when someone purposely deceived and played me, just for what? The fun of it."

"Wow, do you really think so little of me?" The Latina asked genuinely.

"No, of course not, 2 years of slushies and insults made you so trustworthy, Santana." The diva said sarcastically.

"Okay, I might not win the Nobel Peace Prize but I've been nicer since I joined Glee." The raven-haired girl conceded. "And I told you once, I like the glee club."

"It didn't stop you from plotting against some of us." The brunette argued as she gathered her sheet music.

"What do you want me to say here?" The tan girl snapped, standing up.

The petite girl stopped what she was doing and locked eyes with Santana. "Why? What could I possible have done to you that you felt the need to hurt me? What do you gain out of it?" Her voice broke at the end of the sentence. She was trying to be strong but she could feel her tears building up. "I don't get it..."

Santana crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Why are you assuming it was a joke?"

Rachel scoffed. "You haven't given me any reason to think otherwise."

The Latina held out her hand. "Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there because yes, I lied, but at least I admit it. You on the other hand, keep acting as if you were this little angel that didn't lie about who she was too!"

The Jewish girl shook her head. "You knew!" She cried. "I don't know how you found out it was me but you did. Do you want a round of applause for how good you are at manipulating people?"

"I didn't!" The cheerleader shouted. "I didn't know it was you okay! I was bored and decided to go on this site, there are thousands of musical nerds on it, how could I even know you were on it? There's a million other websites like this one. So no, Rachel, I didn't know." She sighed and leaned against the piano. "I saw a few of your posts, they were funny despite being mighty and most of the time I agreed with you. So I started paying attention to your comments and when I saw this bitch lashing at you, I thought I could help you because you didn't deserve it."

"Stop lying, Santana." The brunette looked at the floor downcast. "I knew you didn't like me but I never thought you'd stoop so low." She looked at the girl again with teary eyes. "Pretend to like me and flirt with me…"

"I didn't!" The tan girl roared before taking a deep breath to calm down. "Dammit, let me finish, okay? I'm really trying to keep my cool here because this is fucking weird so just shut up and listen."

The diva glared at her and clicked her tongue. "Alright." She gestured as if to say the floor was hers.

Santana ran a hand through her hair. "After that, we started talking and you told me you lived in New York so I believed you. I mean, there were some signs because you sounded like, well, you sometimes but this site is full of people who think they're the next Broadway sensation… So I just ignored this little doubt I had because seriously, why would Rachel Berry lie about being Rachel Berry?"

"Maybe to avoid being harassed by people like you in a place where I am free to be myself without being judged." Rachel stated matter-of-factly.

"Okay I don't want to sound like a bitch but you give yourself too much credit here. I have a life after school too."

The petite girl crossed her arms and shot daggers at her. "Are you done?" She wanted to leave the room and go home. She felt hurt and the last thing she wanted to do was cry in front of Santana.

"Why do you have to make this so difficult?" The raven-haired girl sighed. "My point is, I didn't lie. Except for my name and where I lived, everything I said to you was true. You were the best part of my day for a while and that's why I wanted to come clean soon. I wanted to ask you if we could skype or talk on facebook so I could see you and you know, if there was still an attraction, or whatever, try to meet each other, go on a date or something…"

The brunette laughed humourlessly. "Do you expect me to believe you?"

"Would I even bother to be here if I didn't care?" The cheerleader pointed out.

"I don't know, maybe it's a part of your plan to humiliate me." The diva answered sternly.

Santana scoffed. "Whatever, think what you want. I'm out." She glared at the girl before leaving the room.

'Did I really see hurt in her eyes? No, Rachel, don't fall for it, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.' Rachel thought before gathering her belongings and going home.

That night, Santana was on the phone with Quinn to give her the details of her conversation with Rachel.

"How did it go?" Quinn asked.

The Latina puffed some air as she lay on her bed. "I told her I didn't know it was her and that I didn't lie to her, except for my name. Long story short, she said she didn't believe me.

"That's it?" The blonde sounded surprised.

"Yeah, why?" The tan girl questioned confused. After the day she had, she was exhausted. She used to talk to Joan, well Rachel at night and she was feeling lonely now… She was thankful for Quinn's call even though she wouldn't admit it at loud.

"Did you tell her you like her and the fact that you know who she is now doesn't change that?"

Santana scoffed "No!"

"Why?" Quinn insisted. "Wasn't that the point?"

"Not really…" The raven-haired girl sighed tiredly. "I don't know…"

The blonde hummed before saying. "Just sleep on it, okay. We'll see tomorrow."

The Latina stifled a yawn. "Okay, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

The next day, when Quinn spotted Rachel going to the bathroom, she knew it was the perfect opportunity to talk to the diva without anyone around. They should stop having their serious conversations in this place but she didn't have time to go somewhere else.

"You and me need to have a little chat." Quinn stated without introduction.

Rachel turned around startled. "Quinn!? What are you doing here?"

"I think you heard me the first time." The blonde looked at her with a straight face.

"If it's about Santana then no, I don't want to talk to you." The diva answered sternly.

"Then you are going to listen. I'm sure you can do that." The cheerios captain arched her eyebrow.

The brunette huffed. "Why should I?" She crossed her arms defiantly. "Are you a part of this masquerade too? Do you want to laugh in my face at how gullible I was?"

Quinn rolled her eyes "See, this is exactly why we need to talk because you are creating unnecessary drama right now. There is not grand big scheme to bring you down. What happened was just a coincidence."

"And I don't believe her or you for the matter." The petite girl retorted.

"I personally don't care if you believe me or not but Santana is my friend and I trust her when she says it's the truth." The blonde took a few steps closer to have the upper hand in the conversation. "Let me ask you something though, was it a joke for you?"

"What? No!" Rachel cried affronted. "How could you say that?"

"Because you lied about your identity too and last time I checked, you were straight." The taller girl pointed out. "She didn't force you to do anything; you flirted back so I think it's a fair question."

"I don't think that's any of your business." Rachel snapped, moving away from the girl.

The cheerios captain raised her eyebrow. "That's not a good enough answer."

The diva stayed silent, washing her hands and trying to ignore the girl in hope she would leave but it was Quinn after all, she knew she would have to talk if she wanted to get out of here. She sighed and looked at the blonde. "It took me by surprise too." She confessed. "But after a while I realised sexuality is a spectrum and I was attracted to a person not a gender. Or at least, I was feeling something for Maria. I was serious about it despite the fact that I didn't know her face and it was an online relationship. The last couple of weeks, I felt like I wasn't really single anymore and that's why I wanted to come clean and really know where we stood, what we were…"

"But Santana is the same girl you fell for." Quinn argued. "I'm not sure she would like me to tell you that but she was more laid back and happy lately, which I didn't think was possible. Thinking of you as a couple makes me laugh but in the end, I think you could be good for each other. For once, you have a chance to date someone with an actual IQ and who would treat you right." She locked eyes with the diva. "You believed Santana when she said she didn't leak the set list and when she said glee was the best part of her day, so you should believe her now too."

The brunette sighed wearily. "What do you want from me, Quinn?"

"Just trust your heart not your head. Don't throw away your chance at happiness just because you're scared…" The blonde smiled slightly before leaving the room.

Rachel leaned against the sink and sighed heavily. She didn't know what to think anymore…