Title: Ask Me No Questions
Author: Hippo_Crat
Rating: PG-13, for language
Length: 705 words
Spoilers: None that I can think of
Summary: S2 AU Quinn pushes Rachel into making a confession.
Pairing: Unrequited Rachel/Quinn, so angst.

This is a fill for a prompt on the [new] Glee Fem Meme

"What a surprise to find Quasimodo in Its bell tower." The Head Cheerleader strutted into the choir room, startling the room's only occupant.

Rachel stiffened. The whole school was aware that Quinn Fabray was back in charge and taking revenge on everyone who had slighted her while she was pregnant; rumor was she was nastier than ever.

Quickly the brunette began gathering her sheet music, hoping to make an escape with as little fuss possible.

"I'm disappointed to see Finn's not following you around like a big puppy. After all the trouble you went through to get him to fuck you and you're over before you've begun."

"Finn and I are very good friends, thank you for your concern, Quinn. If you'll excuse me I really should be headed home." Rachel tried to excuse herself in a dignified way before she turned tail to run. Firsthand experience with HBIC Fabray had taught her to avoid showing fear at all cost.

"You don't have any friends, Treasure Trail. Not that much has changed." The words were said calmly, without malice. Quinn was just stating a fact.

Wounded brown eyes met lighter, hazel ones; they stared at one another for a moment. The taller girl almost felt guilty for the hurt look Rachel was giving her. Finally the singer turned away, she grabbed her backpack and headed for the door. Without turning back to the cheerleader Rachel spoke. "You know Quinn, just because you can't see it doesn't mean there aren't people he would wish to befriend me."

Quinn stared, dumbfounded, as Rachel began to walk away. With anger that was as sudden as it was frightening the blonde's hand shot out and grabbed the smaller girl's arm. She brutally jerked on the limb she had ensnared and twisted Rachel around forcibly. "You don't get to say shit like that and just walk away, Man Hands. I want a fucking explanation!"

"Just let it go, Quinn. You don't want to know." Rachel's normally tan skin had paled; she looked sallow and drawn and she begged the taller girl to drop the subject.

The cheerio could feel Rachel trembling in her grasp. Worried she had hurt the girl more than she had intended Quinn released the arm while moving to more effectively block the brunette's escape path. She still wanted answers. "You have no idea what I want or don't want. Explain yourself."

"Get out of my way." It wasn't so much an order as it was a plea.

"Tell. Me. Why."

"Because!" Rachel yelled suddenly; her voice explosive in the small, quiet room. "Because I guess I've spent the last few years holding on to this petty, desperate hope that if you gave me a chance I could prove that I'm good enough for you. That we could be good together."

Tears began to cloud the deep brown eyes as Rachel continued her meltdown. "I thought that maybe you would look at me and finally see me and love what you saw. I thought that if I could show you all of that you would be able to see that I'm more than you've ever given me credit for being." The words broke somewhere in their journey from her heart to her throat. Her voice cracked with emotion as each word was wrenched from her lips with quiet agony. "I love you."

One of them gasped. Quinn couldn't' be sure it wasn't her. She wanted to do something, say something, but all she could do was watch in horror as the girl she had tormented for years fell apart.

"I love you Quinn, as wretched and pathetic as that makes me. I've felt more for you than I have for anyone. And the biggest lie I ever told myself was that one day you could look at me and feel anything but disgust." A strangled sob forced its way out of the singer's chest. "Oh God," Rachel clamped a small hand over her mouth and stared at Quinn for several seconds in a horrified silence. With tears freely streaming down her face Rachel fled.

This time Quinn made no move to stop her.

For once, Rachel was right; Quinn really hadn't wanted to know.

"Oh, God."