This was her moment. She had no choice but to do what she always did when she entered her home. Should she warn her? Or just go for the inevitable?

She decided, that for once, she would just be herself.

"Here goes nothing," Rachel thought.

She put her key into the lock, unlocked it. Then locked it again.

"Is it jammed or something?" Quinn asked.

Avoiding the question, Rachel proceeded to unlock it. And then lock it.

At this point Quinn was just staring at the girl with confusion. Did she not want her to come in? Is that why she was doing this? After the tenth round she finally opened the door and went in without looking back at Quinn.

"Okay..." Quinn entered the house. It looked normal, and really, really clean.

Rachel started walking towards the living room.

"Isn't your room upstairs?"

"Yes, yes it is," Rachel turned on the TV using the actual button on the screen rather than the remote.

"Aren't we hanging out at my place?"

"Yes. I just... Have to do some things first," she turned the TV off. And then back on. Seriously, was she stalling so she didn't have to go to Quinn's? She had really thought that Rachel was believing them, maybe she was wrong.

Rachel then walked past Quinn into another room, the kitchen, were Rachel was turning the stove on. And then off. Quinn didn't even bother asking if she was making her food. Something was clearly off about this.

"Are you okay Rach?" Genuine care and curiosity caused her to ask this, she didn't even think about the nickname.

"Yes Quinn, everything is as it should be."

Okay then. She had seen Rachel do weird things before, but this was just... New.

"Do you uhh, need help?" Rachel's head snapped to the side to look at Quinn.

"Help?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Yeah. With whatever you're doing," Quinn gestured to the oven and then the fridge that Rachel was currently opening. And closing.

"Y-you don't want t-to know what I'm doing?"

"Well yeah... What exactly are you doing?" What was she doing?

"I'm..." How could she explain this. She had expected Quinn to go back to her car as soon as she had started her 'getting home from school routine' followed by her 'getting ready to go to someone's house' routine, which was used a lot less frequently. "I have...I just have to."

"You just have to because..." Quinn checked the clock on the microwave, they really had to leave soon or Santana would come and get them, kill them, and then continue with her plan.

"Because I h-have a disorder," Quinn furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Rachel looked fine to her, maybe a little on the crazy side but she didn't look like she had a freaking disorder. "I have an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder it's,"

"O.C.D, you have O.C.D. Oh My God. Everything makes so much sense now!" Quinn laughed at herself.

"Yes well,"

"So you can't help these things right?" Quinn knew a bit about it, she learned about certain diseases in science and ethics class. She didn't know why she hadn't thought of it before. Everything Rachel did from the way she wrote to the way she walked was so precise and calculated.

"Precisely, how do you know that?"

"I don't live in a cave Rachel. Everyone knows what O.C.D. is."

"That may be so, but do they understand it?" What was supposed to be a ten minute stop at Rachel's was quickly turning into a freaking heart to heart. Which now that Quinn thought about it, wasn't exactly a bad thing. No one knew about Rachel's... Condition. This could definitely work in her favor.

"I guess not, but I do," but she had no idea, and Rachel knew this.

"Is that so? So you know that I spend nearly 35% of my day doing things that I can't control. You know that I wear these clothes and talk so meticulously because I'm afraid of the consequences if I don't? You know that any change in my life could cause me to have a panic attack, and possibly break down? And you know that I have to take 4 different pills everyday just so I could be able to go to school? A school that has given me more and more routines over the years because of the changes that happen there." Rachel wasn't raising her voice, she was just stating facts.

"No. I didn't know that," Quinn had the decency to look guilty after Rachel's impromptu information sensation on OCD.

"That's what I thought," Rachel said resolutely and turned to go upstairs.

At a loss, Quinn decided to follow the girl.

Once at the stairs she realized that going through with this plan could hurt Rachel in much more ways than she though. If a mere slushy attack had caused her to have panic attacks in the past, what would publicly humiliating her on film in front of the whole student body do.

Then again, it wasn't like Quinn had a choice, Sylvester wanted something, and she would get it no matter what. If Quinn were to back out now, Sylvester would probably get Santana to do it. She cringed internally.

"Are you okay Quinn?" Apparently externally too.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You could leave if you wish," Rachel looked down, "I would understand."

Quinn walked up the steps that were separating her and Rachel, "This doesn't change anything Rachel, you're still the same to me." When she got to the brunette she gently caressed her cheek and before Rachel could say anything else, walked up the stairs and into the unmistakable room that belonged to Rachel. There was literally a gold star on the door.

Seconds later Rachel walked in.

"So what do you have to do in here," she gestured to the room.

"Get my stuff." Rachel answered, as if it were obvious.

"No I mean, what things do you have to do before we can leave the house,"

"Oh umm, well in here I have to re-make my bed 4 times and then turn on all the lights once and then off again. Then before I leave I have to do everything you saw me do earlier again."

Okay, so this was ridiculous. Quinn still didn't really comprehend what all this meant, but she still had to go through with her plan, so for now she would act as if everything was normal and hopefully get Rachel to warm up to her a bit. If it took this much preparation to leave her house, how much would it take to have sex?

Rachel had already started undoing her bed. Instead of standing around and watching her, Quinn decided to help out because at the rate they were going they would get to her house right when it was time for Rachel to leave.

The blonde took the left side of the sheet that Rachel was currently fluffing and helped her lay out nice and straight.

"Th-thank you Quinn," no one had ever attempted to help her with her routines before. What did this mean? Was she allowed? Her things were still getting done and that's all that mattered. She smiled at the blonde, with tears in her eyes.

Quinn took this the wrong way and backed away from the bed.

"Sorry, I just thought it would go faster," she explained, "I won't help if you don't want it,"

"No, no that's not. That's not why I'm crying. Their tears of relief I think. No one's, no one's ever helped before,"

"Oh," Quinn looked to at the bed, "So I can help?"

"Yes, please."

They smiled at each other.

With Quinn helping her, they managed to get out of the house in no time, and were currently on their way to the Fabray residence. To say that Rachel was nervous would be a severe understatement. She was visibly shaking and Quinn noticed.

"Is there anything I could do to make this easier for you?" Quinn was being so attentive. She had just found out and it seemed like she had already figured out exactly how to make things better for her. Asking all the right things, just being there was incredible. For years her fathers did as best that they could to help their daughter, but soon realized that leaving her alone was the best way to get her to finish her things as quickly as possible. Apparently they had gotten the wrong idea.

"No, I'm just nervous," Rachel looked at Quinn's profile, she definitely appreciated the safe way in which the girl drove, she could tell that Quinn was always checking her mirrors,and she was actually holding the wheel with two hands and not just a finger like a lot of the kids their ages did.

"You'll be fine," briefly took her right hand off the wheel and placed on Rachel's thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Shortness of breath was becoming an issue for her and Quinn quickly put her hand back on the wheel.

"Guess you don't like it when the driver's not paying attention huh?" Quinn smiled.

"Yes, yes that's exactly what happened," she was nodding to herself.

'Oh I so got this!' Quinn was beaming, she had Rachel in her backpocket.