I've apparently been feeling extremely inspired. Here's a little one shot that popped up while I was rewatching season one. Could it be more? Should it be more? Do you want more? Review and let me know! If you haven't seen my other story yet, go check it out (Ronan). I hope you all enjoy this!

Rachel huffed as she wiped the cracked egg off her face, and flung it to the ground, stupid Jesse. She knew she was wrong to trust Jesse, but she did. By the time she found out he was playing her to help Shelby it was too late. She already cared for him.

It was bad enough he betrayed her by going back to Vocal Adrenaline, but to do this. To egg her, take innocent lives, it was just going too far. Rachel couldn't imagine how what he said could be true. He couldn't have loved her. If he had, things would be different. He would being helping her lead her team to a win at regionals.

Rachel sighs and strips off her sweatshirt and tosses it in the large trashcan in the corner of the girls locker room. Technically she shouldn't be in there, but she figured if Coach Sylvester caught her it would be worth it. Stripping off the rest of her clothes she pads over to a shower in the far corner and flips on the water creating a solid stream of steaming hot water.

As soon as her face hit the water the tears started to flow. What had she done so wrong? What was it about her that made everyone hate her? Was it the animal sweaters? The skirts? Or maybe her bossy, overbearing attitude? She tried so hard to fit in. To be liked and to make friends, but nothing ever worked.

She thought maybe, just maybe Jesse was the start of a new era. An era in which she would begin to fit in. Jesse understood. He was a star too, he needed to be liked and to fit in. She trusted him. She told him things she hadn't even told her fathers. She told him how lonely she was, how much she wished she had her mother to love her and to give her advice, but he'd thrown it all away with a simple phone call.

"Fuck!" She screamed as she slammed a tight fist against the shower wall. "How could you be so stupid?!" Slamming her fist against the wall one more time, she dropped to the floor, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them.

"Rachel?" A voice called out, and she froze. She knew that voice. It wasn't Coach Sylvester, she would prefer that. No, it was Quinn Fabray. Of course. The perfect ending to her already screwed up day.

"I'm a little busy." Rachel calls back, over the sound of the water cascading down around her.

"Are you okay in there? You sound upset." Quinn asked.

"Did you need something Quinn? Is the baby okay or did you just decide to torture me further?" Rachel spat out as she finally stood from the floor and made a move to rinse the shampoo out of her hair. She was definitely thankful for the travel sized shampoo and conditioner she packed in her emergency slushie kit.

Quinn sighed and fiddled with the edge of the shower curtain. "Someone said they saw you go out to the parking lot, but when I got there all I saw was a puddle of broken eggs so I just assumed something went wrong with Vocal Adrenaline, and that you would be in here. I wanted to talk to you, about Glee club."

"Will you hand me my towel?" Rachel asked as she flipped the water off and stuck her hand out.

"Uh, yeah." Quinn picked the towel up off of the bench and handed it to Rachel, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. "You know, we really can't do this without you right?"

"What are you talking about Quinn?" Rachel asked.

"Regionals. I'm talking about regionals. We can't win without you. You've been really down, and I get it, but you're kind of the heart of the club, you know? I mean most of us think you're kind of annoying, but without you we would have failed already. You keep us motivated. We need you." Quinn sighs, and picks up the neatly folded change of clothes, anticipating the brunette's need for them.

Reaching out and grabbing her underwear off the top of the pile, Rachel sighs. "I'm not sure about that Quinn. I appreciate the little pep talk you're trying to give me, I'm sure you're more than adept at them having been head cheerleader and all, but clearly you all hate me. Why should I continue to waste my time with a team who can't motivate themselves? Who can't appreciate their captain? Who can't respect each other enough to realize that fighting over solos only wastes time, and honestly isn't that important. They're petty about who sings each week in Glee when in reality they could sing any time they wanted to if they just talked to Mr. Schue."

Quinn sucked in a deep breath as Rachel stepped out of the shower in nothing but her underwear, and a towel wrapped around her hair. There was no way someone could be so beautiful. "I know we're stupid most of the time, but come on! We're teammates. We love you, and you love us."

"Cut the crap Quinn. I may care about all of you, but the rest of you wouldn't think twice if I were to quit. No, wait, you would. You would say I'm quitting for attention or something like that." Pulling a brush out of the bag on the floor Rachel begins to brush her hair, roughly tugging at the knots formed by the water.

"That's not true! Okay, well, maybe it is. They're jerks. I was a jerk. I'm sorry, but I want to change. I care about you, and I need you. In Glee I mean." Quinn swallowed nervously. "I - I'd really like for us to be friends."

Rachel scoffed. "Is this some kind of joke? Where are the cheerios with the slushies? Should I be ready for another shower?"

"No! Of course not! I'm not like that anymore Rachel! I know I can be a bitch sometimes, but the baby hormones make me crazy. I'm sorry, for all the things I've done to you." Quinn held out the other girl's clothes expecting her to take them, but Rachel ignored it.

"Please!" Rachel yelled, rolling her eyes. "Don't insult my intelligence Quinn. You've got to be up to something. Why else would you want to be my friend?"

Taking a deep breath, and throwing the clothes on the bench Quinn moved forward. Reaching out Quinn tentatively put a hand on the brunette's bare hip. "There are so, so many reasons." Quinn's eyes darted from Rachel's eyes to her lips and back before slowly inching forward. Finally, their lips met and Quinn smiled. Slipping her other hand into Rachel's wet hair she pulled the small girl closer to her, swiping her tongue across Rachel's bottom lip.

Before Rachel knew what she was doing she was kissing back, opening her mouth to Quinn's needy request and tangling her hands deep into the other girl's long blonde locks. Suddenly, Rachel came to and pulled away, shocked. "What are you doing?!"

"What do you mean what am I doing?! I think it's pretty obvious! Besides, you were doing it back if I'm not mistaken!" Quinn yelled back, breathless and panting.

"No, no, no. This is not happening. Okay Santana! Brittany! You can come out now! I'm ready for the slushies! Or are you going to have them do it in the hallway for everyone to see?" Rachel spat out. She hadn't meant to sound so cruel. She more than enjoyed the kiss, but it didn't make sense.

"I'm not that cruel Rachel, but clearly you think I am. When you weren't chasing my boyfriend you were dating Puck and when you weren't doing either of those things you were dating Jesse. I never had the chance to tell you. I'm just going to go." Quinn sniffled, and turned around to leave.

Rachel was frozen. Quinn just admitted to liking her. Had just kissed her, but she was stupid and insulted her. Made her feel like crap. Before she could say anything else, fix things, Quinn was gone.