(A/N Okay so this is the chapter that almost everyone has been waiting for. Yes we are finally getting to the play. Enjoy!)

Chapter 6: We Have To What Now?

Artie leaned forward in his seat as he watched Rachel and Quinn sing "Tonight" in perfect harmony. They sounded great together.

If he was being honest, if someone pitched the idea of casting Tony as a female even a couple of weeks ago he would have laughed in their face. Heck he was having second thoughts as soon as he casted Quinn. Was this being too creative? Was he not doing justice to the source material? Would people hate it?

All those negative thoughts flew out the window as soon as Quinn walked on stage of that first rehearsal and belted out "Somethings Coming". Now he just couldn't imagine anyone else playing Tony, which was weird because he watched the film about a dozen times to prepare himself for the play. She might not be the best singer, but damn was she an amazing actress.

The chemistry between Rachel and Quinn was nothing short of electric. Every time they had scenes together Artie truly believed that they were star crossed lovers. If he didn't already know about the twos less than sunny past then he would have thought that they were totally getting it on.

Unfortunately something seemed to be missing. Something that could potentially make this production even better than it already was. Elevate to something spectacular.

If only he knew what it was?

As he saw them continue to sing, he looked to his left and saw Coach Beiste wiping away tears. He rolled his eyes because she always cried when they sing. He heard the scratching of a pencil and he instantly knew that Miss. Pillsbury was still taking notes about the performances. She probably wanted them to show more teeth. He sighed to himself because if they showed more teeth then Rachel would start looking insane.

The song was starting to come to an end and that was when Artie noticed the distance between the two. They were at least two feet apart, but they were staring each other down like they were a piece of meat.

Suddenly, as if he had an epiphany, he figured out what his production was missing.

The song ended and the directors started clapping. Quinn grabbed a water bottle off of the piano and took a drink, while Rachel looked at them expectantly.

"I wouldn't change anything." Coach Beiste said, wiping more tears from her eyes. Quinn rolled her eyes at her coach while Rachel tried to seem polite.

"My only critique is to show more teeth." Miss. Pillsbury smiled gently at them. Again Quinn rolled her eyes while Rachel smiled even brighter. Artie winced to himself, yup, she looked insane.

"That was really good guys." He took a deep breath as he got ready to tell them of his slight change. "I've noticed that something seems to be missing. It's undeniable that you two have chemistry when you sing, but when I look at the two of you together, I don't believe it. If I don't believe it then the audience won't."

They both looked at him in confusion. "Umm….Artie, I'm not sure what you're trying to say here." Rachel questioned.

"I think you two have to be closer together when you sing, maybe even kiss at the end." Artie stated matter-of-factly. "Actually we should throw in a few since you're supposed to be lovers."

It was silent for a moment but then quickly Coach Beiste and Miss. Pillsbury left making up some lame excuse, while Quinn and Rachel just looked at him like he was crazy.

Quinn held her hands out in front of her and backed up a few steps. "We have to what now?!" She exclaimed, her voice sounding surprisingly high.

Artie sighed because he was kind of expecting this reaction. "Kiss. How can you play two star crossed lovers if you have never kissed?"

"Well we can always fake it." Rachel tried to reason, as she looked at the blonde in concern. Quinn was starting to look like a caged animal getting ready to run as soon as someone opened the door.

"No, that wouldn't work."

"He just wants to see two girls making out. Is this how you get your thrills, Artie?" Quinn exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest and staring him down. Man, she was scary when she was angry.

"Quinn!" Rachel yelled, scandalized.

"No, that's not the reason. I want it to look authentic." This was his vison and his name on the playbook. So whatever he says goes.

The blonde scoffed and began muttering to herself. "He wants it to look authentic. Who does he think he is, Spielberg?"

"Quinn, be reasonable. We're actresses and we can be professional about this." Rachel tried to sound calm but Artie noticed the slight tremble in her voice. She must be nervous about this as well. Or she was afraid that Quinn was going to go off on him again.

Before Quinn could freak out on Rachel, Artie decided to defuse the situation. "Look it's just a kiss. Both of you have done it before."

"Not with each other!" Quinn shot out.

"I'm not saying that you have to like it. All I'm saying is that you have to make it believable to the audience. You both can do that." Artie explained, really hoping that Quinn wouldn't just up and quit the production because of this. They had less than a week before show time. "You're making this into a bigger deal than it has to be."

Rachel walked up to Quinn and looked into her eyes. Suddenly Artie felt like he was intruding on something private and he was starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

"We can do this." Rachel reassured. She gently placed her hand on her shoulder. "It's not a big deal Quinn. Just a kiss."

The blonde was still looking into her eyes, but eventually she sagged her shoulders in defeat and nodded her head weakly.

Artie grinned and decided to end this rehearsal before he was down one Tony right before opening night. That cannot happen.

So he bid the two good luck, and he rolled away. 'I really hope this pays off.'

"I don't know, Rachel, Artie is sounding like a pervert." Kurt said.

They were sitting in their usual spot by the window in the Lima Bean. This was what they normally did after school on Tuesdays. They bought lattes and gossiped, or in this case vent.

Rachel sighed dramatically as she nervously ripped apart her bar napkin. "I'm not so sure. I mean in the real production Tony and Maria do kiss. That shouldn't change because Quinn and I are females."

"That's true, but do you also want her to freak out and quit the production?" Kurt questioned and then he smirked slyly. "Actually you should do that. Blaine is her understudy."

The brunette threw her napkin pieces at him, making him squeal loudly. "That's not funny. She hasn't talked to me since yesterday morning."

"Do you think she's avoiding you?"

"I know she is." Rachel stated matter-of-factly. She wasn't stupid. She was used to Quinn and her need to get away when things become too much. "But she's supposed to come over tonight to rehearse. What if she doesn't show? We need to practice Kurt."

He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip. "Well you can always go with us to Scandals." Rachel gave him a look. "I'm trying new things."

She snorted and took a sip. "More like staking your claim. What's that Warblers name again?"

"Doesn't matter, because Blaine is going to be looking at me the entire night." Kurt said confidently.

They both smirked at each other and clinked their coffee cups together. That was when Rachel caught a glimpse of blonde hair and frowned.

Kurt reached over and took her hand. "Don't worry she'll show up. I think she's more worried about the lecture and presentation she will get from you if she doesn't show."

"Hey!" Rachel exclaimed, completely insulted. She worked really hard on those.

He laughed at her expense, while she pouted.

It was quiet in the Berry home as Rachel glanced at the clock again. 'She's 10 minutes late.' She said to herself.

Currently she was sitting in the living room, her script and notes were all over the coffee table. Her father's left over an hour ago to go to some game night at a friend's house.

She was growing more and more nervous as the minutes went by. She tried texting Quinn earlier to confirm that they were still on tonight, but she received no reply back from the blonde. The longer that she hasn't heard from her, the more she freaked out thinking that she was going to quit and ruin the play.

Then things started to turn even darker as she thought about all the reasons why the blonde didn't want to kiss her. 'Am I that repulsive to her that she would quit the play and wreck everyone's hard work. I know that I'm not the greatest looking person, certainly not as good looking as Quinn, but I didn't think that I looked that ugly to her. Maybe it's the sweaters. She did say one time that the mere sight of them made her want to vomit. No wait that was Santana who said that.'

Before she could sink even lower in her misery the doorbell rang. Rachel stood up slowly and took a deep breathe. She really hoped that this was Quinn.

She walked up to the door, shaking her hands out to try and calm her nerves. She reached for the doorknob and opened the door.

Quinn was looking down and it seemed that she was about as nervous as the brunette felt. At the sound of the door opening, Quinn looked up and smiled a little though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Rachel felt her stomach flip and her heart beat quicken at the sight of her friend. 'What was that?' She wondered to herself, but she tried not to dwell on those feelings or things might get even more awkward than they already were.

"Quinn you're…" She glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned. "25 minutes late. I thought that we agreed on 6:30?" She moved out of the way to let her in.

The blonde walked into the room and took off her varsity jacket. It must have been chilly out because she hardly ever wears it outside of school. "Sorry my phone died and I forgot what time you said." Quinn lamely explained. She closed her eyes and winced. Apparently she knew how badly of an excuse that was.

Thankful that she even showed up at all, Rachel decided to let the matter drop and lead her into the living room. "That's okay, at least you're here. Do you want anything to eat or drink?"

"I'm good." Quinn said, taking a seat on the couch as Rachel sat next to her.

She saw Quinn slowly shift as far away from her as she could manage and she sighed. Clearly her friend was still freaking out and it was going to be a long process that may or may not end in either Quinn quitting the play or ruining their friendship. Considering her luck, it might be both.

Deciding to ease into things instead of getting straight to the matter at hand and potentially scaring Quinn off, they started rehearsing their lines.

That's how they avoided the awkwardness for the next 2 hours. They rehearsed. Rachel knew that they shouldn't prolong it, but she knew Quinn. Given how she'd reacted and behaved for the last two days, she saw that the blonde wasn't comfortable at all. It didn't show in her performance, she was an amazing actress after all, but when she looked into her bright hazel eyes she saw it.

Soon they would have to bring it up and shatter whatever little bubble they were in. As she sang the last notes to "One Hand, One Heart", she had a feeling that their time was up.

Casually, she brought it up. "So this was one of the spots were we are supposed to kiss."

Like a light switch, the calm and cool blonde was replaced by the one that she saw earlier. Great.

"I don't see why we have too. There's plenty of passion without it." Quinn reasoned, crossing her arms over her chest and moving a little further away from her.

Rachel sighed internally as she got ready for the battle. "Because we are supposed to be star crossed lovers. Lovers kiss, Quinn."

"I know that, Rachel, but this is a play. A school play, might I add. No one is going to care." Quinn huffed.

She felt hurt and insulted by her remark. How dare she disregard how hard they worked on this. "I care." She empathized angrily, her arms waving around her body. "Artie cares. Tina cares. Mike cares. Blaine cares. Santana might not admit it but she cares." Quinn fidgeted in her seat. "We all care. It doesn't matter if it's a school play. We all put in our time and talents into this production. How can you say something like that?"

Quinn stood up and started pacing back and forth. She ran a hand roughly through her hair and turned to stare her down. "You just had to drag me into this. I was fine playing a smaller role, but no, you just had to get me to audition for Tony."

Feeling ganged up on, Rachel stood up so that they could be almost on the same level. She cursed her shorter stature. "I didn't make you do anything. You could have told them no."

She laughed at her reply but it sounded forced to her ears. "I tried to but you insisted. Rachel Berry always the…." Her eyes widened and she stopped what she was going to say.

Rachel was never one to back down from a challenge, especially from Quinn. "Always the what?" She questioned, getting in the blonde's face. Quinn looked away from her, refusing to meet her eyes. "Rachel Berry is always the what, Quinn?" She practically shouted.

When Quinn refused to finish her sentence, she threw her hands up in the air and backed away. "What are you so scared of?" When the blonde refused to answer her, she put her arms down and looked defeated. Her earlier thoughts were on point then. "Is the idea of kissing me that disgusting to you? Am I that hi….."

"Don't you finish that sentence." The blonde warned, finally looking up and staring straight into her eyes.

Rachel moved forward and was practically chest to chest with her. As she looked into her eyes, she saw a current of different emotions; fear, anger, determination, sadness and something else that she couldn't quite place. She saw a flicker of it for a second before it disappeared.

"Then what's the problem?" She desperately asked. Being friends with Quinn meant everything to her. She just couldn't imagine her life without the snarky blonde, and she hated to think that something like this could break them.

For a while Quinn was lost in her thoughts. Almost like a huge battle was warring inside of her as she processed what she was going to say.

Finally she took a deep breath and looked at her seriously. "I just don't want things to be weird between us." She said sadly.

Rachel smiled in relief and held back a laugh. Sometimes the blonde was just too much. 'If I knew that that was all she was afraid of, I would have hunted her down earlier.'

She moved closer and hugged her. Quinn stiffened under her touch before slowly relaxing and wrapping her arms around her. Rachel smiled at the familiar warmth.

Eventually they pulled away, but not too far. She held both of her arms in a tight, but reassuring grip. "You worry too much. It's not like you're going to kiss me and I'm instantly going to fall in love with you."

Quinn smiled and this time it did reach her eyes. "Apparently you haven't heard about my reputation." She joked.

"Quinn Fabray, the modern day Aphrodite. One kiss and you'll be under her spell." Rachel dramatically stated, trying to be serious, but they both ended up dissolving into giggles.

Once they calmed down, Rachel looked at her with as much reassurance as she could muster. "Seriously Quinn, it will only be weird if we make it weird."

"Then promise me that it won't."

"Only if you do too."

"I promise." They said simultaneously.

Now that the potential fight was over, the atmosphere seemed to have changed in an instant. It was like a thick fog was hanging over them and they both grew silent. Hazel eyes bored into chocolate as both girls could literally feel the tension and electricity between them.

Rachel tried to smile but it fell flat as she bounced on the balls of her feet. 'When did it become so hot in here?'

"So." Rachel tried to say, but lost her train of thought. 'Quinn really does have the most beautiful eyes.'

"Sooo." Quinn drawled. Rachel saw a slight shake to her frame.

"Umm….how should we uh…do this?" Rachel asked then she felt like kicking herself. What was she 12? God how stupid did that sound?

Instead of answering, Quinn leaned her head down and started moving closer. Rachel realized what she was doing a little too late and in a panic she tilted her head to the side and surged forward.

A resounding crack was heard as their foreheads collided. Both took a step back and clutched their heads in pain.

"Dammit." Quinn hissed, her body hunched over.

"I'm so sorry, Quinn." Rachel said, holding her forehead in one hand and reaching her other hand out to the blonde.

She waved her off with one hand while trying to recover from their collision. "It's fine."

"But Quinn…"

"It's fine!"

Rachel fell silent as they both recuperated. Eventually they both were feeling a little better, despite the pounding headaches. The brunette grimaced as she pictured the goose egg she was sure to have in the morning. Thank the heavens for bangs.

They moved towards each other again, though Quinn seemed a little more wary of her. Again the blonde leaned down and she tilted her head to the side.

Apparently Rachel completely forgot how to kiss and what to do because she also tilted her head to the same side and moved forward.

Realizing that was not going to work well, Quinn moved her head to the other side and not thinking Rachel did the same thing. They did this weird dance a few more times before Quinn pulled back and looked at her in exasperation.

Rachel smiled sheepishly. "I guess I'm more nervous than I thought."

"I can tell." Quinn smiled back, mirth in her expression. "Close your eyes and don't move."

Slowly she closed her eyes and stood still. She felt her heart beating fast and her palms were starting to get sweaty. 'I'm not quite sure why I'm feeling this way. It's just Quinn. Gorgeous, talented, smart, and charming Quinn. She's my friend and I shouldn't be feeling so nervous. To be fair I have never kissed a girl before and to have my first be with Quinn Fabray of all people. Stop thinking like that. What's taking so long?' She thought to herself.

Maybe Quinn was trying to psyche herself up or maybe she was just afraid that Rachel was going to smash into her again. She's sure that Quinn didn't want another broken nose.

Then she felt a hand gently touch the back of her neck as her head was guided forward. All thoughts seemed to be brought to a close when soft and warm lips met hers.

Finn told her last year that kissing Quinn was like fireworks. It seemed that he didn't do her enough justice because it was much more than just fireworks, it was like stars exploding in the night sky, birds singing a beautiful melody, a standing ovation to a sold out crowd. Every single amazing feeling that she has ever felt and more was coursing through her body.

The weirdest thing was that this didn't feel odd at all. She thought that kissing another girl, kissing Quinn would be different and that she wouldn't enjoy it as much. As the blonde continued to press her lips to hers and bring her body closer, she couldn't help but feel that this was just right. Being here with her right now felt like home and time seemed to have stopped.

Rachel placed her hands on her hips and tried to bring the blonde even closer to her, while Quinn placed a hand on her cheek and the other one moved down to the small of her back.

Eventually they had to come up for fresh air and the two pulled away from each other, but remained in each other's arms. Quinn just looked at her with an unreadable expression on her face, her lips a little swollen.

She on the other hand was in a daze, her mind seemed to have shut down and she was reduced to the role of an invalid. Now she knew why the guys always fought over her. She was a damn good kisser.

The clock chimed bringing Quinn out of whatever trance she was in. Almost like she was burned by a hot iron, she jumped away from her.

Rachel just remained where she was; not really comprehending the blonde's oncoming meltdown.

Quinn looked at the clock and shook her head rapidly. "Well it's getting late and mom wants me home for dinner." If she was in her right state of mind, Rachel would know that most people don't eat dinner at 9 o'clock at night. Also the blonde's voice seemed to have reached a higher octave. Quinn practically ran into the front door, grabbing her jacket on the way out. "I'll see you later bye." Then she slammed the door.

Many thoughts were going through her head as she stood there but one word came out loud and clear.

"Wow."

Quinn sighed and ran her head through her hair as she looked at the cross on the wall. After she kissed Rachel, she just had to get as far away from her as she can because she just didn't trust what she was going to do next. Her body was torn between lashing out or kissing her again.

Not sure where she could go, she went to the one place that had always helped her in her time of need. The church.

The irony wasn't lost on her, but her faith had always come through for her. When her grandma died, she came here; when she became pregnant, she came here; when her father kicked her out of the house, she came here, etc.

She bowed her head and grabbed the cross necklace that she kept hidden under her clothes. This was a fine mess that she found herself in.

Honestly she was telling the truth when she told Rachel that she was afraid of wrecking their friendship. All she did was purposefully not tell her the rest.

Lately she has been feeling out of sorts and her mind was a mess. Her less than wholesome thoughts towards the same sex lately have been concerning her.

At first she just thought that it was because of the fangirls coming on to her relentlessly. You can only have so many girls literally throw themselves at you before your thoughts turn to a more R-rated nature. Once they went away, she realized that she had been staring a little too long at girls with short skirts or with a little cleavage showing. If she was being really honest this has been going on long before the fangirls appeared. She wasn't at that stage yet. Every time she realized what she was doing, she reprimanded herself, but it would take a while for her body to calm down again.

As soon as Artie suggested that her and Rachel kiss, she would have to confront all the emotions that she has been pushing down. Out of all the girls that she had looked at, the one that she stared at the most was Rachel. The only girl that made her heart skip a beat when they caught each other's eye. That was the reason why she freaked out. She just didn't want to face what she was feeling.

Her whole life she knew that she was straight, but with one kiss from the diva and everything that she had ever known was shattered in a million pieces. Now she had no clue what she was and she was not used to that.

It still felt like she was in some kind of dream, but every time she pinched herself it hurt.

She kissed Rachel Berry.

Rachel Berry kissed her back.

That kiss was everything. It was that feeling of completeness that was scaring her the most.

'I just don't know what I should do.' She thought desperately. 'It was just a kiss. It wasn't supposed to mean anything. I'm not supposed to feel like this.'

Sure when she kissed Finn it was kind of like sparklers (Finn always said fireworks, she begs to differ.) and with Puck it was pretty good (Helps that he's a very skilled man. She's not going to argue that.), but when her lips touched Rachel's it felt like an electric shock. All her senses were on over drive and she was suddenly taken out of whatever reality she was in before she kissed Rachel.

Was there even a life before kissing Rachel? Her mind was so jumbled she didn't even remember.

Hell how did one go on without Rachel Berry kissing them? No wonder Finn had such a hard time letting go and why Puck always seemed to come back to her once in a blue moon. She was a damn good kisser and they didn't even go to second base.

She shuddered at the thought.

While one part of her was being brought out for the first time, another part of her knew that what she was feeling was wrong. Rachel was her friend, her female friend. She was raised to be with men. She was literally in a church that frowned about the type of thoughts that she was having.

But nonetheless she did have those thoughts and it was really freaking her out. 'Maybe I should just quit the play then maybe I can salvage whatever's left of our friendship.'

Quinn was so consumed in her thoughts and misery that she failed to notice someone taking a seat on the other side of her pew.

"Don't you look like shit." A husky and sultry voice spoke out in the silence.

That was so something that Santana would say that she looked over and was a little disappointed to not see her friend there. She really could have used the Latina as a distraction.

Across from her was an older blonde woman who looked to be in her early 30's, with long hair and hazel eyes. She was wearing tight black pants and a black tank top with a jacket covering her arms. She was extremely attractive and Quinn could tell that she was pretty fit with the way her clothes clung to her body.

Currently the sexy blonde was looking at her and smirking. Apparently she was talking to her.

Quinn brought up her defenses and answered the woman coolly. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

The woman leaned forward, looking at Quinn like she was prey. "I think you do honey." She sing-songed. "That's the worst look of gay panic that I have ever seen. Trust me I've seen quite a few. Consider me an expert."

Startled at being found out so easily, Quinn tried to school her features and stay calm. This stranger had no idea what she was talking about. "You need to get your sight checked."

She started laughing, but it didn't sound mocking or condescending which was a surprise for her. Most people who are in a Catholic Church tend to be a little self-righteous.

"You're good, kid, but you can't fool me." She said, wiping some tears from her eyes. "If I hadn't have gone through the same thing myself, I would have believed you."

"Wait so…" Quinn leaned forward and whispered. "You're a lesbian."

The older blonde started laughing again. Quinn was a little confused by her reaction. "Sheesh you make being gay sound like an STD." She felt her face heat up in embarrassment which made the woman laugh harder.

Quinn wasn't happy that the woman was laughing at her expense and she was just about to get up and leave, but the woman seemed to have other thoughts on her mind because she moved closer to her, invading her personal space.

"You're cute when you sound all innocent. I miss that." She said, making Quinn blush again. The older blonde smirked and leaned down so that they were inches apart. "I love them when they're innocent." She whispered huskily.

Her eyes widened and she moved a couple of inches away from her. The blonde started laughing again, making Quinn scowl at her.

"You're so gullible. I could just pinch your cheeks." She exclaimed. Quinn scooted over a little more, wary of the woman.

She shook her head at her and smiled, becoming less playful and more encouraging. "Thank you for making me laugh, I really needed it today. I'm sure that you're not here to solve my problems so if you want to talk about it, I'm all ears."

"I don't even know you. Why would I tell you anything?" Quinn questioned, looking at her suspiciously. She had a hard time trusting her friends and family with her secrets, why would she tell someone she just met not even a half hour ago?

"Sometimes it's easier to talk to a stranger." She said, and then she shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing you say leaves this church, wouldn't want to invoke God's wrath or anything."

Quinn thought about it long and hard. It would be really stupid to tell this woman anything about her because she has no idea if the information would get back to her family. On the other hand, she had literally no one else that she could turn to. Her mother was completely out of the question as well as her sister, Santana and Brittany had their own thing going on, and Rachel was the main issue of her problems so that was a no.

With that in mind, Quinn glanced at the woman and came to her decision. Besides if she did tell anyone then Quinn could always deny it or find a way to get her arrested. She could be pretty conniving.

She took a deep breath and started talking. "I've been noticing lately that I have been having these feelings for the same sex. Things I have never felt before with any guy I have been with, especially for my friend. Currently we are staring in a school production of West Side Story as the leads."

"They turned West Side Story into a lesbian romance in a small town school in Ohio." She exclaimed in wonder. "Impressive. Who are you?"

"Tony."

The blonde nodded her head in agreement. "I can see that." Then she motioned for Quinn to continue.

"The director decided to change things at the last minute and made it practically a requirement to kiss." Quinn was going to go on but the woman interrupted her.

"I think that I can fill in the blanks. You two kissed and you freaked out, and figured out that you should pay a visit to your good friend Jesus." She stated matter-of-factly. "Am I warm?"

Quinn looked down at her lap and sighed in misery. "I just don't know what to do. She's one of my best friends and I don't want to wreck things between us because I am confused."

The older blonde reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing it. Quinn looked up and saw that the woman was looking really serious. "Do you like this girl as more than a friend?"

"I don't know." She whispered brokenly, leaving her completely bare and vulnerable.

The woman scooted closer and placed her arm around Quinn's shoulders in a tight one armed side hug. "It's going to be alright, but a word of advice. Wait until you know for sure how you feel because whatever you say or do can't be undone. Take it from me."

"What did you do?"

"I was an ass and lost the best thing that ever happened to me."

Well that sounded really familiar. "Are you me from the future?" She asked jokingly.

She laughed and quipped. "You wish you were as sexy as me."

They pulled away from each other still chuckling. "Listen, kid, anytime you need someone to talk to, just give me a ring."

"My name's Quinn, not kid." Quinn said.

The blonde smirked. "Quinn huh? Not a bad name. My name's Cassandra but you can call me Cassie." She held her hand out and Quinn took it in a firm handshake.

Rachel was sitting in the kitchen, sipping some hot cocoa. Her dads still weren't home and she never really felt comfortable sleeping alone in the house.

That really wasn't her issue tonight.

She looked down at her phone and contemplated on calling or texting Quinn something. Anything. Each time she gathered up her courage to unlock her screen, she chickened out and put her phone back on the table.

She wasn't sure how long she stood in the middle of the room like an idiot, but all she knew was that Quinn left. She probably took their friendship out the door as well.

Even if she did manage to call Quinn and she so happened to answer (Not likely at all), what was she going to say to her? 'Sorry I stood there like a dummy but you kissed me speechless. Let's stay friends.'

The brunette shook her head furiously and groaned in frustration. She was blaming all of this on Artie. Didn't he know that Quinn couldn't handle change very well? What an idiot!

Her doorbell rang, making her jump in her seat. 'Who's that?' She thought to herself. It wasn't her fathers because they wouldn't knock on their own front door. That would be silly.

Her heart sped up as she thought about the only other person it could be.

Quinn.

She stood up quickly and made her way to the door. She opened the door without a care to her safety or the possibility that it might not be Quinn.

'Don't be silly Rachel. She came back after cooling off and we'll be back to normal in no time.' She optimistically said to herself.

Her heart plummeted.

"Oh it's you." She deadpanned, walking away from the entrance and back to the kitchen.

"Good to see you too." Kurt Hummel sarcastically stated, shutting the door and following her to the kitchen. "Just really needed a friend right now, but I can go." He made no move to leave. In fact, he went to her cupboard, grabbed a mug and proceeded to pour himself some of her cocoa.

Rachel sighed miserably and leaned forward in her seat, placing her arms on the table. "I'm sorry but it's been a difficult evening."

Kurt smiled sadly in understanding. "Quinn never showed up."

She shook her head. He looked at her in confusion. "Oh she showed up. Almost a half hour late, might I add."

"Is that why you're upset? Or is it something else? Did you two get into a fight?" He shot out each question quickly, not bothering to wait for an explanation. Kurt tended to have a problem with that.

"No I was just happy she showed up. We did fight though, but not about that. We got over it." Rachel explained.

"I'm not getting what the issue is then?"

It grew silent as she found that she couldn't speak. Her mouth became dry and she took a drink, but found that the dryness in her throat still remained. She looked down at her hands. Hands that ran through blonde tresses not even 4 hours ago. Rachel swallowed the invisible object that was stuck in her throat. Kurt was waiting on her response, practically leaning off of his seat as the seconds ticked by.

Finally she took a deep breath and said shakily. "We kissed."

He looked at her like someone shaved his head and eyebrows. His eyes were huge and his mouth was hanging open in shock. She truly believed that she broke him.

Soon she grew uncomfortable with his staring, which was strange in itself because she loved being the center of attention. Just not like this. She didn't like feeling like an animal caged in a zoo. "Say something." She shouted at him.

Kurt was brought out of whatever trance he was in. He looked at her seriously, trying not to make light of this conversation. She was grateful for that.

"Did you like it?"

"Of course I liked it, until she practically ran out of here in a panic." She told him bitterly. Honestly she was expecting Quinn to run out. She would ponder if she was abducted by aliens and somehow cloned if she didn't run away. That didn't mean that it didn't hurt all the same.

He gently placed a hand over hers and squeezed. She smiled back sadly, as tears welled up in her eyes. "I really think that I just lost one of my best friends over this."

Kurt reached over and took her in his arms, lending her a shoulder as she sobbed. This was such a mess.

"Everything's going to be alright. Quinn's going to come around, even if I have to shake some sense into her." Kurt quipped as he rubbed circles on her back.

Rachel laughed and hiccupped into his shoulder. "I would like to see that."

They both giggled softly as Rachel pulled away from his embrace. Leave it to Kurt to always make her feel better after a life crisis.

She wiped her eyes and smiled. "Here I am crying about my problems when clearly something must have happened to you at Scandals."

Kurt frowned into his cup before he went on to explain what happened. Rachel was a little peeved at Blaine's behavior. How dare he dance with another guy and leave his boyfriend up at the bar. Wait until she sees him tomorrow. He is going to get a long Rachel Berry lecture on how to treat your boyfriend's right.

Then Kurt explained what happened in the parking lot afterwards which made Rachel uncomfortable since she was still a virgin herself.

"Is he pressuring you?" Rachel asked once he finished his story.

"Of course not." Kurt responded waving her off. "He was drunk. We've talked about doing it a few times, but I didn't want my first time to be in the back of a car and Blaine smelling like a booze house."

"Okay. He better not be trying to force you. He wouldn't like me very much if he managed to upset or hurt you." Rachel threatened. Kurt was her best friend and she would do anything for him, including making Blaine's life hard and miserable if he ever did anything to hurt him.

"I love him. When it happens I'll be ready." He said confidently and she really believed him.

They drank the rest of their cocoa and Rachel poured them each another cup. They sat in companionable silence, not bothering to say anything else. Too wrapped up in their own problems and thoughts.

That was until Kurt decided to break the silence. "Do you have feelings for her?"

She sighed heavily and took a drink of her cocoa, really thinking over the question.

Did she really have feelings for Quinn?

All the signs pointed to yes. The racing heart beat whenever she was near. The giddy feeling she got when she smiled at her. The constant urge to want to know every single thing about her even all the dark and bad stuff. Never getting tired or discouraged when she constantly shut her out, which was almost all the time, but nowadays it was more like a game of cat and mouse. It just couldn't be possible though.

Could it?

It wasn't like she has a problem with homosexuals. (She laughed internally at the thought.) Unlike most people in Lima, she was open to her sexuality. Her fathers taught her better than that. If she loved a girl then, so what, that's not really the issue here.

The issue was Quinn.

Did she really like Quinn as more than a friend or was she feeling lonely and projecting these feelings out of nothing? It wouldn't be the first time. She shuddered as she thought about her crush on Mr. Schue. That was a horrible case of bad judgement.

Rachel knew how she was whenever she had a potential love interest. As soon as someone showed her the smallest hint of kindness, she latched onto them like a leech and sucked them dry.

That was her biggest concern. She loved too much and too fast. She leaped before she thought when it came to matters of the heart and for the most part it ended in disaster.

She didn't want to do that with Quinn. If she did truly have feelings for her then jumping her bones the next time she saw her was the worst possible thing to do. Though she would really enjoy it; if that were to happen.

"I'm not sure." Rachel said thoughtfully. "I've never been in this situation with a girl before let alone a friend. This is uncharted territory."

Kurt nodded in understanding. "Just a word of advice."

She regarded him with a curious look, but she had a feeling what he was going to say. He was her best friend after all. Most of the time, he knew her better than she knew herself.

"Take things slow. Make sure you really do like Quinn before you do something that you're going to regret. Your heart as well as your friendship is at risk here."

Rachel nodded in understanding. So her mind was made up then.

She'd test the waters before she made her move.

Shelby groaned when she heard her phone go off. Again. She took a sip of her white wine and pointedly ignored the text message that she surely received from Puck.

It was late and Beth was fast asleep. So Shelby decided to have a drink on her couch and de-stress from the week.

She never should have let Puck kiss her last week. Ever since he had been relentless and was driving her crazy. Words couldn't even begin to describe the poor judgement that she used.

First of all Puck was a student, even if he was over eighteen, he was still one of her students. Strike one. He was also the biological father of her adoptive daughter. Strike two. He dated not only the biological mother of her adoptive daughter but he was with her other daughter as well. Strike three. She screwed up.

Avoiding him until this all blew over seemed to be the most logical conclusion, but he would not stop texting her. She cringed at all the typos and text speak that she was forced to read. Kids these days have no respect for the English language.

Puck was a very nice guy, which was why she didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she was reaching her last ounce of patience. She was going to have to reject him. Again. This time she was going to make sure he got her point.

There was a sharp knock on the door. Shelby looked over at her clock in confusion. 'It's after midnight. Who could possibly be here at this hour?' She thought to herself, setting her glass down on the table and walking over to the door.

She paled a little at the thought that it could be Puck behind the door. She was praying that it would be anyone but him.

When she opened the door and saw who was on the other side, it felt like the wind got knocked out of her.

It certainly wasn't Puck.

She just didn't know if this choice was any better.

Standing on her door mat was none other than Cassandra July in all her blonde bombshell glory. She looked like she hadn't changed since she last saw her four years ago. Back when they…

She shook her head from her thoughts and glared. "What are you doing here?"

Cassie looked hurt but she quickly covered it with a cocky smirk. She held her arms out in a welcoming manner. "What no kiss hello for your ex-girlfriend? I'm hurt. Truly hurt."

She gripped the door frame tightly, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. Cassie always had a way of getting a rise out of her.

"Why are you here?" She questioned again.

She regarded her with a look. That look she always got before she kissed her or told her that she loved her. "I think you know why."

"It's been over four years!" Shelby exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down because Beth was sleeping in the other room.

Of all the times for Cassie to wake up and realize what she lost, she had to pick now. Shelby had enough on her plate already. She was raising her daughter, while also getting to know her other daughter. She had a full time job. Let's not forget the annoying Mohawk teen chasing after her left and right. She waited for months for her to change her mind and come back, but when she received no response in return, she got her answer. She moved on! She did not have time for Cassie's baggage again.

She was about to tell her all of that, but the blonde looked at her sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm an idiot." Cassie replied simply. She offered no other excuse that she normally would have done by now, but she stood there and waited expectantly.

Just like that the ice was broken.

Shelby couldn't hold back the laugh. It was like she was in some terrible romantic comedy. She moved out of the doorway and into the living room, leaving the door wide open. Now she really needed a drink.

Cassie called out to her in confusion. "Can I come in?"

"Make yourself at home. It wouldn't be the first time." She called out before she took a deep sip from her glass.

"Touché." Cassie said as she entered her apartment and she heard her going through her cupboards in the kitchen.

She made her way into the living room holding a bottle of apple juice and a wine glass. Okay…well that certainly was different. When Shelby gave her a look, she shrugged her shoulders and sat down next to her.

It was quiet as the blonde expertly opened the bottle with ease and poured herself a healthy portion. She noticed that there was a slight shake to her hand, but she decided not to say anything. It was not her fault she was nervous. This whole mess between them was all on her.

Which brought her to her earlier question, "Cassie, why are you here?"

Cassie smiled at the familiar nickname, but she turned serious as she looked her in the eye. "I want a do over."

Shelby shook her head as she remembered all the do overs they asked for each other in the past. Too many to count. "This isn't off Broadway anymore. You can't just ask for a do over. You didn't want a family. I did. End of story."

"That's not fair. You blindsided me. We were together for three years and you never once mentioned you had a kid." Cassie remarked, defending herself.

She rolled her eyes as they were about to have the same argument that they had all those years ago. "I already said that I was sorry. That doesn't change the fact that you told me that you never wanted children. You never wanted to settle down." Tears gathered in her eyes and she cursed herself.

Cassie reached over and grabbed her hands, running her thumbs gently over the back of her hands. She smiled gently at her when she saw tears in her eyes. The brunette cursed her weakness for the other woman. Not even 20 minutes in and she was under her spell. "I made a mistake. I was young and immature, too stupid to realize I had a good thing until it was gone."

"Is that why you had that meltdown on stage and committed career suicide?" Shelby asked the other woman, who cringed at the mention of that night.

"I was really hoping you didn't see that, but yes." Cassie said truthfully. "It was a pretty dark time back then. To be fair we did break up the day before so I wasn't in the greatest of moods."

Shelby knew that. She saw the video of Cassie's meltdown that same day, over and over again. It was a viral sensation in the Broadway crowd. At the time she was happy that she wasn't the only one suffering and was glad that she was in pain, but looking back on it, she was saddened that Cassie lost her career and was forced to teach to a bunch of ungrateful snobs at NYADA. She knew how much the blonde hated trying to explain things to other people especially when they never got it the first time, which was hardly ever. She was quite impatient.

Cassie was the best dancer that she has ever seen. She's not being bias. It's a fact. To waste that talent and knowledge on less talented youngsters is probably the biggest injustice of all. That was coming from someone who enjoyed teaching for a living.

She was about to apologize but Cassie held up her hand. "Don't. I don't deserve it. It was my choice to attack the audience, not yours."

They pulled apart from each other and grew silent as they nursed their drinks. Shelby was looking at Cassie and she noticed the slight differences to her appearance. There were bags under her eyes, she still held herself with a sense of confidence, but it seemed a little dimmer, and there was a lifelessness in her eyes that made her heart clench painfully in her chest.

"What changed?" Shelby questioned a slight edge to her voice. "Why now?"

Cassie looked down miserably at her glass. "Well if you must know, I woke up one morning from a night of drinking with vomit in my hair and a student in my bed. That was kind of a wakeup call for me." She reached into her pocket and threw a coin on the table and Shelby recognized it as an AA chip. "I'm six months sober today."

"Cassie…I didn't know." Shelby whispered brokenly, looking at her ex in a new light.

She continued on, not bothering to listen to her, not wanting to hear the rejection that was sure to come. "I never really got over you. Drinking was my way of dealing with that. I loved you. Still do." She took a deep and shaky breath before looking over and into her eyes. Shelby saw right through her soul. Cassie always wore her emotions on her sleeve. "The only thing that changed was that I realized what I wanted was you above everything else in my life. More than drinking. More than dancing. I don't care if you want a family. I'll want one too. So long as you're by my side I don't care. If you want to move to a farm and raise chickens then I'll do it."

Shelby grinned at the thought. "But you're terrified of chickens."

"Doesn't matter." She said still staring her down with her bright hazel eyes. "I lived four years without you in my life and it was fucking hell."

"I missed you too." She sighed sadly as she admitted what she has been keeping bottled inside of her for all these years. She never got over Cassie. That was why she never had a stable relationship no matter how many men or women she tried to date. The only one that helped ease the pain was Beth.

Beth brought her back down into reality. "I have a daughter you know."

Cassie looked at her like she was stupid. "Yeah I know. That's why we got into this whole mess isn't it?"

"No I mean I have another daughter." Shelby explained, knowing that this was the make or break moment of this reunion. She may still be in love with the blonde but she'll choose Beth over her every time. "I adopted a baby. She's two."

It was silent again as Cassie digested the information that she just unloaded. The silence was making her feel uneasy and a painful pit was forming in her stomach. Dammit she was going to have to say goodbye again.

"I don't care. I can help you raise her if yo…pfft." Cassie tried to say but Shelby heard enough and it had been too damn long since they had been together.

She grabbed her by the front of her tank top and smashed her lips onto hers in a hungry and passionate kiss. All of the old feelings she had for Cassie came flooding back as the blonde kissed her back hard. Her teeth hurt from the force but she didn't care. She'd go through the pain because this feeling in her heart was everything.

This was all she ever wanted, a loving family. Her home life wasn't the greatest, that's why she agreed to be a surrogate in the first place. She hated home and she had to get to New York somehow. She left her parents behind and never looked back. They probably disowned her years ago but that never really bothered her. You actually had to have parents that loved you at one point in your life for it to hurt.

In New York she fell in love with Cassandra July, her headstrong costar with a healthy appetite for flirting and having fun. Shelby just loved living in their cozy studio apartment with the broken shower head and thin walls. Cassie called it a dump, but she knew that this felt more like a home to her than living with her parents for 18 years of her life.

As the years went by, she realized that she was missing something that even Cassie couldn't fill. It just took her some time to figure it out.

One night she was browsing through the internet when she stumbled upon Rachel's Myspace videos. As soon as she said her name and sang, she knew that this beautiful girl was her daughter. The facial features were pretty uncanny and her voice sounded just like hers did when she was that age. Plus she recognized the last name of the lovely gay couple she gave her daughter to. She cried the whole night, realizing what she has been missing this whole time. She wanted to settle down and have a family. A child that loved her unconditionally.

That's what ultimately led to their break up. Cassie wasn't ready. She wasn't going to force her to be ready.

When she felt Cassie's hand try to get under her shirt, she pulled away. The blonde gave her a confused look, her swollen lips pouting. Shelby giggled at the familiar expression and lightly pecked her on the cheek.

"Let's take things slow for now." Shelby said, making Cassie groan in frustration. "We haven't seen each other in four years. You haven't met either of my daughters. I have no idea about everything you've been up to."

Cassie grinned and kissed her lightly on the lips. "We're slowing it down then."

Shelby smiled back and scooted over so that she could lie on top of her chest and have her hold her like old times. Her heart beat quickened as she felt her arms wrap around her torso in a tight embrace.

"So I heard that you're having a lesbian West Side Story?" Cassie asked out of the blue.

Shelby laughed out loud and turned her neck around so that she was looking at Cassie. "How did you find out?"

"In a Catholic Church of all places." She said with a smirk but didn't say anything further.

Shelby shrugged her shoulders and turned away from her. She sighed in happiness.

For once in a long time, she was finally content being in someone's arms and her dreams of a happy family were slowly coming true.

Music was playing in the bathroom as Rachel stepped out of the shower and towel dried her hair. Kurt left pretty late last night and she went to bed not too long after. Her fathers must have come home sometime after she went to sleep because she heard her Daddy, Leroy, pounding on the door this morning telling her to get up for the day.

With all of the thoughts going through her head, she completely forgot to set her alarm. Luckily her Daddy was home because no matter what he was always up super early in the morning to her Dad's displeasure.

She laughed as she imagined the hangover her Dad, Hiram, was probably suffering through. Her Daddy's chipper behavior wasn't going to help matters.

Quickly she combed and dried her hair, and then she did the rest of her morning routine. All the while she was thinking about the conversation she had with Kurt.

'So I'm going to test the waters and see what happens.' She took a deep breath and sighed. 'The only problem is that I don't really do slow. Ever.'

She was going to have to or else she could scare Quinn off. That was the last thing that she wanted to do.

Rachel put on her outfit for the day, shut off her iPod dock and walked out of the bathroom. She was humming a tune to herself and thinking of different ways to corner Quinn, but she froze in the doorway.

Sitting on her bed was none other than Quinn Fabray. The blonde smiled nervously at her and slowly stood up.

"Umm….sorry to drop by unannounced but I figured that I could…uh…stop by and give you a ride to school." Quinn said nervously as she ran a shaky hand through her hair.

Even though Rachel was a little mad at the blonde for running out on her last night, she had to admit that nervous Quinn was adorable. She felt the smile make its way to her face without much effort.

"Are we going to talk about last night?" Rachel asked, deciding not to beat around the bush. The faster they talked about whatever this was between them, the faster that they could get past the awkwardness.

Quinn bit her lower lip and the brunette found her eyes following the movement. She held back a groan at what that simple action was doing to her body and mind right now. It did involve more kissing though.

"I suppose." The blonde eventually said.

Rachel made her way over to her bed and sat down in the middle by the headboard. Quinn looked unsure for a moment but she patted the spot next to her and with a sigh the blonde joined her on the bed.

It was quiet for a few minutes as they looked at each other. Rachel figured that she was going to have to break the silence or they will keep staring each other down.

"Why did you leave so abruptly?" She questioned. She knew that Quinn was about to use the same lame excuse so she interrupted her, "I want the truth, Quinn."

The blonde sighed and took a deep breath. "I freaked out." She whispered so quietly that Rachel only heard the last word.

"What?" She leaned closer to her.

"I panicked okay!" The blonde shouted defensively. Rachel pulled back a little as her eyes widened at the volume of her voice.

"Why?" She hated that she was reduced to asking one word answers but this was new ground for the both of them.

"Because…because I've never…" Quinn paused as she thought over her choice of words. She could see the confliction in her hazel eyes. "Kissed one of my girlfriends…" She blushed bright red at her choice of words. "Friend that just so happens to be a girl before. I was afraid that we ruined our friendship."

The diva knew that there was more to this story, but seeing the terrified look in Quinn's eyes, she knew that she couldn't bring it up. She was just glad that the blonde was talking to her and not reverting back to the mean HBIC.

"Quinn, it's perfectly fine to feel overwhelmed from time to time. I just don't like it when people run out on me. It doesn't really add to the confidence boost." She joked to try and make her feel better.

It seemed to have worked because Quinn smiled weakly but it was a genuine grin. "Don't worry, it's not you, it's me."

They both cringed because it was the worst line ever, before they both started laughing. "I never thought that someone would ever say that to me." Rachel chuckled, the tension from last night leaving her.

Quinn grinned back and she felt her heart start to beat rapidly in her chest. 'Yup I am definitely crushing.'

"I can't believe that I used it." The blonde said, shaking her head in disappointment, then a sly smirk came over her face and Rachel gulped. "Speaking of confidence boost I happen to recall a certain someone left speechless. Ring a bell?"

She felt her face heat up as she cursed Quinn for remembering her actions last night or lack there off. Instead of freaking out, she decided to try a little flirting. "You would be speechless too if you could kiss yourself. Now I know what the boys were talking about."

She smirked internally when she saw the blonde's eyebrows rise up and her eyes widen in surprise. Quickly the blonde recovered and she was smirking cockily. "Better watch yourself Berry or you might fall in love with me."

Rachel felt a thrill of excitement shoot up her spine. She quite liked this confident side of the blonde. It was really sexy.

Now she decided to really push the boundaries. "Kiss me and let's find out." Quinn gave her a startled look and she knew that she pushed too far. She decided to explain herself (More like come up with an excuse) before Quinn came to the wrong (Right) conclusion. "I figured that by doing a little flirting we could get comfortable and practice kissing again. The play is tomorrow night. We have to be somewhat decent at it."

Quinn nodded her head in understanding but the nervousness was back in her eyes. Rachel sighed to herself. 'Well Rome wasn't built in a day.'

She scooted closer to her friend and was practically nose to nose with her. The diva knew that it was her turn to take the initiative so she closed her eyes and pressed her lips firmly against Quinn's. The action so fast and swift that the blonde didn't have a chance to move away from her.

The same foreign but strangely familiar feelings from last night came back full force. Rachel held back a moan, afraid that that would really push Quinn over the edge.

Before Rachel could really enjoy the kiss, Quinn pulled back, the same look in her eyes as last night before she ran out the door.

This time she knew better. Quickly she placed both of her hands on Quinn's cheeks and held her gently but firmly in her grasp. She wasn't going to pull another escape on her again.

She pressed her forehead against hers and stared into her terrified hazel eyes. "Hey it's okay. It's just me." She smiled at her reassuringly.

Quinn took a couple of deep breaths and closed her eyes. After a few minutes of this, she slowly reopened them again. Rachel was a little caught off guard at how intense Quinn's stare really is.

"Sorry. Just a lot to get used to." Quinn simply said; trying to smile back but it came out as more of a grimace.

"There's no need to be sorry. Both of us are trying to adjust to this new development."

"Yeah."

Rachel wasn't sure how to comfort her. Clearly this was affecting Quinn as much as it was her. Maybe more, given her religious background and strict upbringing. She figured that if she kept on talking that this might help things. Put Quinn at ease. "How about after the play we just forget that this even happened." What the hell did she just say?

Quinn looked at her in confusion as well. "What are you getting at?"

'That is a good question.' She thought to herself but out loud she said. "Clearly we're both nervous about what this is going to do to our friendship so how about we just do what other friends do."

Quinn pulled away from her and looked at her in disbelief. "Are you talking about friends with benefits?"

Rachel was trying to think on the fly but she had to admit that the idea had merit. "In a sense, but instead of hooking up, we're just kissing. We keep kissing until we're comfortable to do it in front of everyone and then once the play is over we just put it behind us and go back to how we used to be."

"You know that hardly ever works out right?" Quinn said, raising an eyebrow in skepticism.

"If something happens after the play, we'll deal with it when the time comes." Rachel waved dismissingly, already knowing for a fact that this friend with benefits was not going to work for her, but this was to get Quinn comfortable not her. She can't have her running off of the stage in a panic every time they kissed.

Plus with the amount of kissing that she was planning on doing this might help her realize how deep her attraction to Quinn is. If a relationship with Quinn was even worth potentially sacrificing their friendship over.

Hopefully it doesn't come to that but with them you never know. Drama seems to always find them at the worst possible times.

The blonde was thinking it over long and hard as Rachel waited expectantly. Soon the blonde sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "Okay I guess we'll try this." The brunette clapped her hands excitedly. "But I doubt that this is going to go as we planned."

Rachel snorted in agreement.

She was planning on it not working.

(A/N There you have it folks we finally have a Faberry kiss! I hope that I did the couple justice in this chapter. It's still going to be a few more chapters before they actually end up being together (It wouldn't be a Faberry story without a little Quinn gay panic. lol) so I hope you all stay with me for the ride.

For those of you disappointed that I didn't include the actual play well I really hate rewriting things from the actual show. Everyone knows what happens in West Side Story so just picture Quinn in Blaine's place and there you have it. We'll discuss the aftermath in the next few chapters.

I'm sure a lot of you are wondering why the heck Cassandra July is in this story and she's with Shelby. Well my dear readers I only have one explanation for you. My beta, Wheelie91, really enjoys this couple so I did this for him as a thank you for being my beta and helping me with my grammar and spelling issues. I personally didn't think that it would hurt the plot and I figured that Cassandra can be like a lesbian mentor to Quinn. For all of you upset about Puck not getting his happy ending, don't worry he will. I have the perfect person to set him up with. Though I am open to suggestions if one sounds better than my choice.

I have a question for you all. In this chapter I was planning on combining episode 5 and 6 together but it would have ended up being too long. Now I'm contemplating combining episodes 6 and 7 into one chapter because the ending of one ties into the next episode. This might end up making it a really long chapter as well. What do you guys think? Let me know.)