AN : Hi, this is my first attempt at writing a fic and I really hope you all like it. If you do please let me know by reviewing...I'm from the UK so any mistakes are my own. x

Disclaimer : Oh how I wish I owned Glee, it'd be all about the Rachel and Quinn for me. x

"Oh my, oh my, oh my." I chant as I pace around my bedroom frantically, I know I won't get anywhere by doing this but it seems to be placating me so I continue to move and to chant.

I am so silly, it's took us months to build up this tentative friendship and I ruin it all in seconds. I never envisioned that I would end up being friends with HBIC Quinn Fabray, she has hated me for years but with her recent pregnancy she had thawed towards me. We had begun a friendship after she called round to my house when she was locked out of Mercedes one night, she had told me she had gone for a walk after sneaking out and they must have locked up assuming she was in bed. She had nowhere else to go as she was still on shaky ground with her mother and had yet to agree to move back in, her and Puck were still having issues as he was struggling to come to terms with his daughter being given away. Santana was having a 'sleep over' with Brittany, she had said that with air quotes so it's safe to assume that whatever they were doing it was not sleeping. I had took her upstairs to my bedroom without a second thought, because I Rachel Barbara Berry am a forgiving person and I fundamentally just want to help people and be friends with everyone, I will admit that on numerous occasions it can go terribly wrong but I really do try.

After that night she would come over at least once a week, said she liked the feel of my house and how welcoming it felt. My fathers were very reluctant at first, after all they had held me night after night when I simply couldn't hold my sobbing in any longer, because even though I put a brave face on everything I am only human and I feel things just the same as everyone else. So thus begun our friendship, she got the cheerleaders and jocks to stop throwing slushies at me and even said hello to me in the corridors.

So now I must move on to how I messed it all up;

This very morning is where it all started. My day had started out normally and when my alarm went off I bounced from my bed and stretched before stepping straight on my exercise machine with a slight smile on my face.

I jumped from the elliptical with a slight spring in my step and a smile on my face, I was finally starting to feel good again after my break up with Finn, it hadn't hurt as much as I thought and I think the main feeling I had was one of relief, I was sick of trying to pretend that he cared about me and how it didn't hurt when he failed to stick up for me. Although the slushies had stopped the relentless teasing about my clothes, attitude and sexuality hadn't. But today I felt good and Quinn had told me in last nights glee that she was coming over tonight which meant I'd get to spend some time alone with her as my Fathers were going out on a date. I try to ignore the flutter of butterflies in my stomach at the thought of me and Quinn alone, because really, just because I had gay parents I couldn't be gay too? How much of a stereotype would that make me, and Rachel Berry is not a stereotype... I couldn't help it though, the feelings she was causing in me were proving hard to ignore.

On my way to the shower my phone vibrated on my night stand to show I had a new text, I frowned as I looked at the early time before picking up my phone and opening the text from her.

Berry, need to talk to you, can you meet me in the choir room in an hour? Quinn

I glanced at the clock again, in a hours time it would still be a full hour before school would even start, but I could tell that whatever it was she wished to speak to me urgently, so I quickly typed out a reply.

Of course, I shall be there, please don't be late. Rachel *

I smiled at the little star after my name and placed my phone down before rushing to the shower, I usually had a relaxed two hours to get ready and prepare breakfast and lunch before leaving for school, so I would have to hurry to be on time.

I eased open the choir room door exactly an hour after I received the text from Quinn, to find that Quinn had already arrived and was sitting with her back to me at the piano absent-mindedly pressing different keys on the piano.

( - - )

"Quinn." I say softly to alert the blonde to my presence.

She spins around and smiles sadly at me.

"Rachel, hi, thanks for meeting me." She says getting up and approaching me, she stops in front of me and runs a hand through her normally well kept locks.

I look at her and notice that her normally beautiful blue eyes are red rimmed and slightly puffy and she looks tired and unkempt.

"Quinn, is something wrong? You do not look your usual immaculate self, in fact if I may be so old as to say you look positively awful, your eyes are very red and your hair is a mess, not to mention your attire." I say glancing down at her grey sweatpants and red tank top.

"I get it, I get it." Quinn says with a little chuckle and shake of her head. "You really need to work on your bedside manner Rach."

I shrug and widen my eyes innocently as I try to ignore the fluttering in my stomach that happens when she says Rach.

"I broke up with Sam last night." Quinn says finally after a few minutes silence, before running her hands through her hair again as she goes to sit on one of the plastic chairs near the piano. I follow her silently and sit next to her.

I don't say anything for a long time, simply laying my hand on top of hers in what I hope is comforting matter.

"Quinn, I'll be here for you, no matter what you need. You were there for me after Finn and I wish to repay the favour."

"It's ok, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I broke up with Sam and well I just don't feel...anything. I wasn't upset, I wasn't sad I just felt, well, I felt relieved." She says with a disapproving shake of her head.

"That's how I felt after Finn. I was sick of trying to pretend that he loved me, that he cared when all he ever cared about was his popularity."

"But Rach that's understandable, he was pretty awful to you sometimes. Sam has been nothing but lovely to me, always so kind and caring, he gave me a ring and he tells me he loves me constantly. Some-things missing though and I can't put my finger on what it is."

I can't help but grin slightly, this is it. She must be starting to realise that she can't find what she wants with Sam or with any other guy. I don't know why I think Quinn is also gay, it's nothing that she has done in particular, it's just a feeling I get. Her eyes linger on me a little too long, I've caught her checking out my legs on occasion and I've noticed her eyes stray to my chest when she talks to me.

I bring myself back to Quinn as she turns towards me, her eyes looking troubled and her face looking worried.

"What's wrong with me Rach, why can't I love him." She pleads as tears escape from the corner of her eyes and she angrily swipes at them before they manage to make it past her cheeks.

"Shhh come here." I say bringing her towards me. I rest my forehead against hers and cup her cheek with my hand.

As our eyes connect, I felt it. The IT that people talk about, that everyone wants to experience but few rarely do. I was in love with Quinn Fabray and I just couldn't deny it any longer.

"Rach..." She whispers out my name as I pull back slightly.

"It's ok, your ok, your perfect." I say gently, continuing to trace her jaw with my fingers, before leaning closer to her.

I feel her breath wash over my face the closer I get to her, I can smell the sweet smell of her as I lower my mouth to hers. I wait a second before I start to move my mouth, waiting for her to move away. I gasp as she starts to kiss me back, her mouth moving against mine languidly, as her tongue sweeps across my lower lip I can't help but gasp out her name. Less than one second later and I'm sitting kissing fresh air.

"Qui..." I don't even manage to get her name out before she spins around from where she has stomped over to.

"Don't! Just fucking don't. I don't know what the fuck your trying to prove Berry but I don't want this. I'm not, I can't be like that." She looks furious, her eyes wild and her hair even more disheveled than before.

"Please, just let me explain Quinn. I know you wanted it too, you kissed back."

"Shut up!" She screams at me, her voice sounding hoarse. "Just shut up, I didn't want this, don't want it. I didn't kiss you back and I never would. I hate you man-hands, you're a fucking freak, just like your fathers."

I take a step back at the venom in her voice. It's been so long since she's called me names and been mean to me I had forgotten how much it hurt.

"I'm only going to say this once, stay the hell away from me. If you leave me alone I won't make your life a living hell, if you try to talk to me again all bets are off and your a target again and I promise, this time around it will be worse." She doesn't look at me again as she storms from the room, her blonde hair flying out behind her.

That was how I'd messed things up between me and Quinn, I still can't quite believe what I did and I know that because I can't stay away from her, my remaining years in High School are going to be very tough.

7 Years Later

"Next" A voice from in front of the stage calls out.

I take a deep breath and remind myself that I'm Rachel Berry, I can't be daunted by an audition, even if this is the first play I've read that has really grabbed my attention in so long. I got the script from an unknown writer through my agent. Mary has been in the business for over 40 years, she has seen and read just about everything but she was really impressed with this play. She told me I was perfect for the part. When the script for 'Revelations' was given to me I glanced at it when I arrived back in my apartment, only meaning to read the first couple of pages, but before I knew it I was finished. I rang Mary straight after and told her I wanted to do it, I was completely gripped and I knew this was what I had been waiting for, for so long.

I take a deep breath and head out onto my mark on the stage and blink slightly at the spotlight glaring into my eyes. It takes me a second for my eyes to adjust before falling on the writer and producer of the play.

"Quinn" I say softly.

The blonde head that had been looking down at a sheet of paper on the desk shot up when I spoke, her eyes met mine, hazel on brown and I feel like I 've been transported back to high school as she shook her head from side to side.

"No fucking way." She mutters darkly.