You've always known that singing with someone was a deeply spiritual thing. Singing with Quinn made your heart soar. Her voice has always been able to cut right into you. It's so beautiful and intimate you always feel like you're alone with her and your entire being is open for her examination.

So when you're done singing, of course you're crying. It seems mandatory now that when you sing with someone and have a moment, even if it's one sided, you cry. You place your microphone in the stand and sniffle. You decide to see what Quinn's reaction is before you leave.

You find that she's watching you; her face is full of concern. You wrap your arms around yourself and step away from the microphones. You quickly walk away, into the house, down the hall, and into the room you've been sharing with Quinn, Santana, and Brittany.

You sit down on the edge of the blanket-covered floor and sigh against the barely padded wood. The dark colors of the room sooth you physically. However your emotions are still a wreck.

You have no idea what you're feeling. Your feelings for Quinn certainly feel real, but if you were to step out of your situation and put someone else in it, you would call them out on their blatant rebound. You don't want Quinn to be a rebound. She's your best friend. She's your rock. You can't hurt her.

But you can't seem to stay away from her. There was always a pull to her, but now you have nothing holding you down. You always had these impulses, but you just assumed that what you were feeling were feelings that everyone had. Now that there's nothing stopping you, you know your feelings go beyond friendship. So far beyond.

You shouldn't think like that though. It'll make it harder to tell her that those kisses were mistakes and you want to continue being best friends. Not that you want... who knows what you want. You certainly don't. You want Quinn, but you want to continue to be best friends. But you WANT her. You want her so badly.

But you can't lose her. You've already lost so much.

A loud bang on the door startles you. You quickly sit up and watch as the door slowly opens. It stops opening about halfway open and then flings the rest of the way open. Brittany and Santana stumble in, attached at the lips. Brittany's hands are on Santana's lower back, keeping her from falling backwards.

They don't seem to notice you until Santana is on her back on the side of the room she and Brittany share. Brittany has her hands on either side of Santana's her body, holding herself up over her fiancée. She looks up at you and grins, "Hey Rachel."

Santana cranes her neck to look up at you. She forces a smile. "Hey."

"We totally weren't gonna have sex," Brittany assures you like you were about to confront them about breaking the Shiva rules. You're still in shock from how fast they got into the room and on the floor. "Just make out."

"Are you okay?" Santana sits up as far as she can with Brittany on top of her. Brittany pushes up, but only enough so that Santana is comfortable on her elbows.

You don't want to burden them especially right after their engagement. You shake your head, "It's nothing. I just needed some space. There's a lot of people here."

"Is it about Quinn?" Santana asks, her voice low like it's a secret.

"Did she tell you anything?" you panic, asking back. It was only after all the words left you mouth that you realize that Santana doesn't really know anything, but now you just blurted out that there is something to know.

"I don't wanna talk about it," You add so that she knows to just let it go. You stand up off of the ground. "I'll give you two some space to not have sex." You try your best to smile and walk out.

You see some people milling around the kitchen so you walk out the front door and look up at the star dotted sky. You find yourself moving to the spot where you and Quinn laid that one night. The one where you kissed her. You want to do it again.

You're staring at the sky, not really thinking about anything. Your mind has been moving so quickly trying to process your feelings that it's finally become so bogged down that it's like your mind is in a dense fog. The kind of fog one would find late night in London in the 1920s. Where dockworkers walk around, drinking and singing gaily while beautifully dressed women watch them from balconies, giggling to each other. Maybe that's more of a Paris thing. You always picture balconies in Paris.

A light tapping on your foot pulls you away from London or Paris. You look up and see that Quinn is standing over you and apparently just tapped your foot with her own. "Hey," her voice is soft, and floats from her mouth down to the ground so that it can snake between you and the grass, wrapping around you, and holding you as an oh so willing hostage. "Are you okay?"

You take a deep breath and shake your head. You could never lie to her. She always knows so you know not to even try.

She kneels down next to you and picks up the hand closest to you. "Tell me what you want with me."

That was quite more direct than you anticipated. You know what you want. It's just hard to say because a few words could ruin everything. "Before I start, I just... Know none of this was my intentions. I suppose that I have to lay my feelings out there because if I don't there will always be this thing between us." You look into her eyes. The beautiful hazel and green that lead to deep thoughts and a kind soul.

She uses both of her hands to hold your hand. "It's okay Rach. I'll always be here for you."

There. She said the promise that you know that you needed. You needed to know that no matter what she would not run off. She knew what to say to get you to talk, but it was more than a gimmick. You know she means it. You lick your lips. "I don't know when or how... it doesn't matter now, I guess, but I think I fell in love with you." She doesn't say anything and you don't expect her to yet. You're one to talk about things in paragraphs so she's waiting for you to finish. You don't like to be one to disappoint. "At first I wondered it if was just because of the divorce. Or if it was because I was lonely. I know it's neither of those. It's just some crazy organic thing that happened and I've been handling it poorly. I'm so sorry for that Quinn."

She smiles at you. Her kind, soft smile. "You're the one that told me I should never apologize for how I feel." She walks her fingers from the back of your hand up your arm to your elbow. She does that sometimes when she's trying to get you to lighten up.

It's working because you smile at her. "How do you feel about... my feelings?"

"At first I..." She pauses, "I mean when you first kissed me I thought it was because you were lonely or just divorced and wanting to do something crazy. Which I would definitely understand," Quinn takes a deep breath to gather herself. She looks away from you to continue, "I also... felt something. Something that I definitely didn't expect. I don't know what it is, but it's a feeling that I'm not quite sure what to do with. When you kissed me that first time... and then in the kitchen, I just... nothing felt wrong."

Her answer gave you way too much hope. You want her to reciprocate your feelings. You want to try this with her. You want to take her out on date and make her so happy. You want her. You just want her so badly. "So can we...try this? Whatever this is. Is that even an option?"

"It's always an option," Quinn runs her fingertips up your arm. "How would you want to go about perusing this?"

"What is this?" you have to speak because if you don't, you'll kiss her again. Her lips are taunting you, not even an entire two feet away from yours.

"Two people, best friends, who have developed romantic feelings for one another," she answer, eloquently. "Where one friend wants to tread lightly because she definitely, definitely does not want to hurt the other friend."

You reach forward and cup Quinn's cheek, running your thumb over the perfect skin. "How could you hurt me?"

"How could I not?" Quinn asks, a deep sigh pulling her body down, dragging her toward the ground.

"You could kiss me back." You can't stand it anymore. You have to kiss her. Your hand wraps around the back of her neck and pulls her down toward you. She goes with it and your lips crash together. It's a chaotic kiss. Your hands grip her hair and she leans into you. You can't stop yourself anymore. In just a few short minutes, you realized that Quinn is everything you ever wanted.

When she finally manages to pull away, she's smiling and panting. "Rach."

"Hmm?" you hum looking up at her. You really did a number on her hair. It looks wild. A messy blonde mane.

"Maybe we can go somewhere, inside or something?" Quinn asks, looking up over your head to wave at a man walking his dog past you, looking at you like you're crazy.

"Good idea," you giggle. "But we can't go into our room. Brittany and Santana are not having sex in there."

Quinn looks at you funny, but you just smile and pull her in for another kiss. Who cares who walks by. Soon you and Quinn will both be gone... to separate universities...

You pull away and look up at her. "Quinn we don't live in the same cities."

"I know," she says, resting her elbow on the ground next to your head and plays with your hair. "Does that change your mind?"

"No. Not at all," you can't have her thinking that you don't really mean anything you say about wanting to be with her. "I want to be with you. I'm just saying that it's going to be... difficult sometimes."

"But I have made my way up to New York plenty of times on the weekends," Quinn offers kissing your forehead.

"And I'll come up to Yale," you smile at her. "I'll be front and center during your first show and I'll stand up first and clap the loudest."

She chuckles shyly and rests her head on your chest, "Thanks Rach."

"I'm also coming to that last one," you kiss the top of her head. "The first and last are the most important."

"Hey," a voice runs at you from the front porch. You look up and see Santana standing on the front porch. "We're going to make a toast."

You hop up and pull Quinn off of the ground. You have no reason to hide anything that just happened between you and Quinn, so you hold her hand all the way through the house and out into backyard.

You see Brittany in front of the microphone. She picks it up off of the stand with a glass of champagne in her other hand. When she sees you and Quinn in the backyard she starts. "This week... I don't think it went how anyone imagined it. So much has happened." You see her smile at Santana and shoot her a wink. That makes you smile because you know how close they came to falling apart.

Brittany looks around. "We all live so far away from each other and Mr. Schue brought us together. Like he used to in high school. We were all so different, but he made us see what we have in common. It used to be music. Now what we have in common is different now. We're older. We have lives. And sometimes it takes something sad to get us all together. But when we come together. It's like we never left Lima." A round of applause goes around and Brittany pauses. She takes a few steps forward and takes Santana's hand. When she does that you feel Quinn wrap her arms around you from the side.

"So, I propose," Brittany says into the microphone as everyone watches her. "that once a year. No matter what's going on or where we are, that we all meet somewhere. So that we don't forget where we came from."

"New York next year!" you call out and everyone laughs.

"New York next year," Brittany agrees.

Everyone takes their turn behind the microphone, telling what they miss about Mr. Schue and what they look forward to in their own lives. When you get up behind the microphone, you have to resist the urge to sing. You just smile. "I have learned so much about myself this week. I have learned that love can pop up in the most unexpected places." You smile at Quinn who is beaming right back at you.

The next day when you leave the house, Quinn is holding your hand. You're both walking out behind Santana and Brittany who you suppose are going to ride off into the sunset on Brittany's dirt bike. You and Quinn opt for a cab that you're sharing with the newly re-minted couple, Samcedes.

This week wasn't the calmest week of your life, but it was the best week that you can remember ever having. You learned to stop over thinking and start living. You're so glad that you came. You're glad that you kissed Quinn and mostly that she kissed you back.

In the end, you're glad that fifteen cards went out in the mail and then fifteen people left their homes for Lima, Ohio.