Rachel had walked into school that morning with more of a purpose than she'd had in quite some time. Spotting Mr Shuester arguing with Santana at the far end of the corridor, she hurried over.

"Listen, there's no way you can actually be serious? You can't actually think that a song by an ex-spice girl could actually be considered Latino music? It takes more than a guitar and some Spanish lyrics!"

"Ok, Santana, while I respect your opinion..." Rachel rolled her eyes, knowing what was coming next, he had about as much respect for the students opinion as Sue Sylvester, and she at least usually did know best.

"I stand by my decision, we're singing Chico Latino and that's that. It's a great song, it even has Latino in the title! I don't know what more I can do for you Santana"

Santana rolled her eyes, and Rachel took that as a cue to launch into the speech she'd prepared.

"Listen Mr Shuester, I've been thinking about this a lot, and I feel I need a break from Glee for a while, a couple of weeks, at…"

She was interrupted by Mr Shuester, who had heard Santana's mumbling about picking an actual Latin song, and promptly given Santana detention.

"It's glee club, can you even give me detention? And more importantly, shouldn't you be dealing with Berry's diva fit?" She turned on Rachel "Why are you quitting now manhands? You have plenty of solos, what is it that's not quite to your highnesses liking now?"

"I know in the past my behaviour has been irreprehensible, and I really am extremely apologetic about that, but I can guarantee there are no external motivations this time, I just feel I've sunk myself completely into glee for too long, and I just want some time off. I'm not sure I want to compete this year."

"Rachel, if you're sure about this, that's fine. Santana, you most definitely have detention this afternoon."

"What? No! She can't just quit because she wants me time! That's ridiculous! You can't quit Berry, if you leave Glee I'll become happier and lose my awesome feared bitch reputation." Brittany stepped out from behind Santana

"Yeah Rachel, you're almost as good as I am, and we're way better than everyone else, I need someone good to back me up. Mr Shuester, I can't believe you gave us detention. That wasn't very nice of you."

"Guys, if Rachel wants leave, let her. Brittany, I didn't give you detention, you're fine."

"Well when you punish Santana, you punish me. Think about that, and how it makes you feel"

The bell rang, he threw his hands up in exasperation and left the three girls to their show down.

"Listen up Berry, because I'm only going to say this once. You're not quitting. You think slushie facials are bad now, well just wait until they become bi-daily and I start stirring cream and wasabi into them. You're staying in glee club, and you're not slowing down on the songs. We both know I get what I want, so just do as you're told!" With that she linked arms with Brittany and marched off to class.

Quinns day had been a perfectly average, perfectly boring one. She remember how it had been when she'd first become head cheerleader, every day had been exciting, she'd been able to boss practically everyone around, people cleared a path for her in the corridor, and looked at her with a mixture of excitement, trepidation and fear. She could literally feel the power she emanated as she glided through the hallways. Her life had consisted of simply being awesome, trying to keep Finn at her side with as little touching and kissing as possible, and torturing Rachel. Quinn spent way to much time thinking about Rachel. At first she tried to convince herself it was because she really hated her, she was really irritating, she had stupid clothes, whatever. Quinn herself, however, was far from stupid, and had soon realised that days where Rachel wasn't in were crap, when they didn't have some sort of bickering conversation she'd feel disappointed, and the only times she ever wanted to make out with Finn were after she'd had a big fight with Rachel. As much as she thought she'd like to know how it would feel to kiss Rachel, to smell her, to hold her, to fuck her, she'd logically reasoned that there were numerous reasons she'd never be able to act on it, among them her parents, Christianity, and the fact that she'd tortured her for so long now Rachel undoubtedly hated her. Everything had changed for Quinn now though. Since she'd had her baby, being on top hadn't really done anything for her. She no longer felt the power. Rachel had stopped bickering with her, and although she'd started to form a friendship with her at the beginning of Glee club, she'd had to shut it down, because she realised every time she was in close contact with Rachel her hormones had taken over. Quinn had come ridiculously close to just hopping on her one day; they'd been assigned a duet, and were practising in Rachels room. Only for the fact Rachel had kept insisting how awful being with Quinn was, reminding her that she really Quinn, she'd have made a move. She'd stood there in a short pink skirt and a navy tank top, no socks or shoes on, looking ridiculously fuckable, lecturing Quinn about trying to use their mutual dislike to channel more energy into their performance. It was way too much to handle, and Quinn had severed any hope of friendship to protect herself. Quinn had felt she'd sunk into herself a bit, like a collapsing snowman, afterwards, but her constant attempts to not pay attention to Rachel had started to work. Recently, she hadn't felt as strongly for the diva. Rachel had calmed down, she no longer argued with everyone, she'd lost some of her passion her unbreakable spirit had been a bit bent, but Quinn figured it was for the best, there were less fights in glee club, and she'd given up trying to organise glee socials, so Quinn had more free time, and less time to try and fight her attraction to the girl who dominated a scary amount of her time before sectionals and regional's last year.

It had started to rain before the end of cheerio's practise, so Sue had let them run in early. On their way in Santana had stopped Quinn, having spied Rachel sitting alone on the bleachers on one of the other sports fields.

"Listen Q, something is up with manhands. She wants to quit glee, I'm worried she's even more mentally unstable than usual, try and slap it out of her would you? That douchebag Shue gave me detention, so I'll call you later to see how you got on." She ran off inside. Quinn thought about going straight over to her, but decided that she'd wait and have a shower first and catch her in the library. Rachel never left school before six, and even though Quinn's crush had lessened, a wet Rachel was still something that wouldn't help the constant

"DON'T KISS HER!" mantra that ran through her head whenever they spoke face to face.

About twenty minutes later, Quinn headed up to the library to find Rachel and see what the story with her was. It didn't matter that they weren't friends. Rachel was the kind of girl who would literally let her emotions bleed out to anyone who asked her. There was no sign of her in the library, so Quinn went to choir room to see if she was practising. As she headed down the hall, she prayed Rachel wouldn't be in the middle of some super emotional love song. Quinn had always thought that given the chance, thanks to her excellent cheerio training and the fact she had almost half a foot on Rachel, she'd be able to sweep Rachel up into her arms with ease. She'd had that fantasy many times before, sitting in glee with her legs tightly pressed together, trying to ignore the actual ache that had developed between them.

Once again, however, there was no sign of her. Perhaps she had just gone home early. The rain had eased off a bit, it was now only drizzling. As she headed to her car with her backpack to drive home, she decided she just run over and check the pitches. She didn't actually think Rachel would still be there, but at least this way she'd feel she'd done her best to look for her when Santana called later. Santana was weird when it came to Rachel. Quinn knew Santana knew how she felt for Rachel, but they had never actually spoken of it. She knew Santana had stopped numerous slushie attacks meant for Rachel, easily convincing Puck, and putting the fear into Karofsky. She'd been there for the incident the day of the party where she'd let Puckermans sperm impregnate her, and she'd been kinder to her than Quinn had expected, she knew Santana had a soft side, but it was generally reserved for Brittany. When she spotted Rachel in the exact same spot she'd been in over half an hour ago, she knew Santana had noticed something apparently no one else had.

"RuPaul! What the hell are you doing sitting out here? What's wrong with you?" Quinn hadn't yelled at Rachel in a while, she felt a small stir of excitement at the thought of the reaction she was about to get, fired up Rachel was awesome. Instead however, Rachel just turned and looked at her.

"Sorry." She then resumed staring out into space. The shock softened Quinn a bit.

"Rachel, come on, what are you doing? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine ok. Just leave me."

"Why do you want to quit glee? Is this overly-dramatic thing of sitting out in the rain something to do with it too?"

"It doesn't matter ok. Everything is fine."

"Rachel you couldn't look less fine if I just told you wouldn't ever sing again. Cough it up. What's up?"

"Quinn, leave me alone. Why would I tell you anyway?" Rachel snapped a bit at the last bit, and Quinn saw her opening.

"There! You like to express yourself! That's why singing and glee is so important to you! Don't think I haven't noticed you've been kind of half-assed in glee recently, what's going on with you?"

"I'm just…. It's just" Quinn had never seen Rachel look so defeated. Without even realising she put her hand out on top of Rachels left one. "What the hell Quinn?" She weakly attempted to move her hand, but Quinn held on. "I don't care anymore ok. I just don't see the point. I don't have anything ok? I tried so hard to hold on to Glee, but you guys have made me realise that I'm not that talented. Watching you all cheer for Sunshine, realising that you guys had never done that for me, that you never would. If I cant win over a bunch of loser glee club kids how the hell am I ever going to get to Broadway. We came last at regionals. I'm not as talented as I thought. Before it was ok. It was ok that I had no friends, that not only did no one like me, people actively disliked me, because I had singing. But then things changed. My mother came into my life, something I've always fantasized about, and not only did she decide she didn't want me, or even want to know me, she picked you, she wanted your baby, I wasn't good enough for her. I really liked Jessie and he smashed an egg in my face. Then Finn came along, and for a little while I genuinely believed he liked me. He didn't. He just liked the way I knew him and knew how he could make the best of himself. And you, you can't even be bothered with me anymore, you never argue with me, and don't think I don't notice how hard you try to just avoid me" Tears ran down Rachels face, and Quinn could feel the familiar sting in her eyes and lump in her throat.

"Rachel I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. You are really talented, you're probably the only Lima loser that will actually escape this horrible little town, and I do like you."

"Quinn, you went from disliking me to just not caring, don't lie to me!"

"Rachel, listen to me, look me in the eye!" As Quinn stared at Rachel, she could see this little flicker, the little bit of hope, a little bit of Rachel, and decided to just go for it. She leaned in closer, so their noses were practically touching, hesitated for a second, and then softly pressed her lips against Rachels. Rachel pushed her right hand, in which she was holding something, against Quinns chest, but any attempt to push Quinn away was defeated by the fact that her lips were definitely as involved in the kiss as Quinns. Quinn sucked on Rachels incredible, swollen bottom lip, before she felt Rachels tongue beg for entrance. As Rachels tongue began to massage hers she reached up to Rachels right hand and closed her hand over it. It was then she became aware of two things. The first was that Rachel had been sitting in the rain for probably close to an hour, although it had stopped now, she was in fact soaking wet. The second was that she had something in her hand. A small, brown, circular container. Quinn gently grasped it and managed to make Rachel let go, seemingly without realising it. She broke the kiss and looked down.