Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters. If I did I'd end up only writing Faberry and Brittana scenes...and then I'd get fired by Fox. Nor do I own Facebook because I don't have a movie made about me or my millions of dolla's.

Author's Note: Brittana is canon in this here story. Set after Season Two.

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'I am never drinking again...'

Quinn Fabray sighed at this thought, realising begrudgingly that it wasn't the first – and wouldn't be the last - time that she would think these words in her lifetime. 'Famous last words, Fabray.' Shifting in her seat to reach for her umpteenth glass of water since she woke earlier in the morning, she switched her attention aimlessly between Facebook and a celebrity gossip site. She slumped further in her seat and leaned her chin against her hand as her eyes momentarily glazed over from tiredness.

It was only a month into summer break from school and she was already making a promise to herself to stop letting Puck and Lauren serve her their cocktail concoctions. When Puck discovered a book in Rachel Berry's basement entitled 'Big Bad-Ass Book of Cocktails' during their first Glee Club alcohol-fuelled party, she didn't realise he would pay it so much attention, never mind steal it and produce it at every gathering since. Quinn figured Puck was drawn to making the drinks because the book had the word 'bad-ass' on the front, therefore making them awesome, manly drinks in his mind.

Manly they weren't; awesome they were...until the next morning when Quinn would wake on the host-of-the-week's floor or couch with a pounding headache, a crick in her neck and a black-hole-filled memory of the previous hours of events. It had become a regular part of her social calendar to attend summer Glee Club parties. Quinn had come to admit that she loved hanging out with that particular group of friends and they had become quite close over the two years she had known them. Their summer weekends now consisted of parties, usually at the Jones or Puckerman households.

Quinn Fabray was single and loving the lack of pressure she felt when in a relationship. The summer also removed the strain she felt during school term to keep up appearances inside the halls of McKinley High and the need to have arm candy to keep her on the top rung of the social ladder. No, being single seemed to suit her so much better. She was able to let her hair down and look forward to another two months of carefree partying and soaking up the sun. Maybe with a little less alcoholic content for next Saturday's get-together.

Quinn had come to realise that during the last year in school, she had been all kinds of crazy when it came to Finn and her desire to be junior prom queen. Life was bigger than a plastic crown and being with a guy she didn't really love. It had taken a stern intervention talk from Santana and Brittany to make her see how her life goals were out of whack. She cringed inside now when she looked back and saw herself completely fixated on winning prom...and willing to do anything and hurt anyone to get there.

Mercedes Jones tagged a photo of you.

The popping up of the notification on her Facebook page roused Quinn out of her rambling thoughts and she clicked the link while groaning. Mercedes was a nightmare for turning her iPhone into an evidence gathering tool at parties and uploading embarrassing and incriminating shots of the gang the next day. Quinn was thankful that she had never done anything too embarrassing. There was that one time with the stripper outfit, the lamp post and a fire man but those photos never made it onto the online world.

She quickly ran her mind through the night before, trying to recall if there had been any cringe-worthy moments that she would have to de-tag herself from. Quinn's heart jumped and it took her a few moments to remember how to breathe when the new photo loaded onto her screen. It showed her curled up, lying on the couch in Mercedes' living room. Now that would have been fine. Except for the fact that her head was on Rachel Berry's lap while they both slept, Rachel's arm resting along Quinn's body. Rachel was sitting up with a peaceful expression and Quinn had a blanket around her frame. Quinn couldn't wrap her head around the scene in front of her. They both looked so at peace. So comfortable together. So natural. It was so endearing. Except...that was her in the picture. With a girl she usually avoided. So why was she lying across her like they were best friends for years?

Quinn's mind raced. That couldn't be her. She didn't remember that happening. Was Mercedes a Photoshop wizard? Why would Mercedes make a fake photo and post it for everyone to see? She shook her head and laughed. 'That's crazy, Fabray.' When Quinn had woken up she remembered she had a blanket around her and she had been on the couch, but there had been no small brunette there with her. This made Quinn feel lonely for a split second and she took a moment to exhale loudly, pinching the bridge of her nose. She ran her fingers through her short hair before going back to her staring match with the confusing image again. The blonde girl tried to remember all the events of the night but after midnight it became a blur.

At least there were no comments on the photo. For now, anyway. Quinn saw that Rachel was also tagged in the photo and clicked her name. It opened to Rachel's profile page; Rachel Barbra Berry.

Rachel only shares some profile information with everyone. If you know Rachel, add her as a friend or send her a message.

"Damnit!"

Quinn cursed and frowned. She wasn't friends with Rachel on Facebook. The only information Quinn could read was that Rachel Barbra Berry was 'female, from Lima, Ohio and goes to William McKinley High School'. She looked intently at Rachel's profile picture which showed a laughing Rachel, Mercedes and Kurt at Santana's barbeque from a month ago. Rachel was wearing a blue bikini and aviator sunglasses and had her arm casually strewn around Mercedes. She had an even tan and a dazzling smile which was so much more captivating when she laughed naturally than in a posed shot. Quinn suddenly felt the need to reach for her water again, convinced that it was because of her hangover that her mouth suddenly went dry.

She finished the glass before slamming it accidentally onto her desk. Rachel looked so carefree in the photograph. Quinn had been at that same barbeque with the rest of the Club, but as was the norm for her and Rachel, they never spent any one-on-one time during their get-togethers. Rachel was still going out with Finn at the time and Quinn had still been resentful towards them. Quinn had never felt more smug and filled with a desire to say "I told you so" than a week after that same barbeque when Rachel broke up with Finn. She was surprised to hear it had happened so quickly after they had gotten back together. Quinn was secretly happy for the brunette. Perhaps she could now move on and realise, like the blonde, that Finn had never fully treated her right. Sure, it had frustrated Quinn to see her ex with another girl, especially Rachel Berry, but it also frustrated her to see how he treated her.

She felt bad that she and Rachel hung out in the same circle yet the summer had seen them avoid each other. It had developed from Quinn being beyond a bitch towards the brunette singer and Rachel fearing the ex-Cheerio to an uncomfortable silent agreement of avoidance. Quinn sometimes felt Rachel's eyes on her with an unsure expression; as if she was conflicted as to whether or not to approach Quinn and try to make amends or to leave things be. Rachel never did and Quinn would see a hint of sadness in those brown eyes before Rachel's face was back to that of a carefree teenager enjoying her summer. 'Not that I give a shit anyway!'

Quinn rolled her mouse pointer over Rachel's 'Photos' link and clicked. She sat back in her chair with a thud and rolled her eyes.

Rachel only shares some profile information with everyone. If you know Rachel, add her as a friend or send her a message.

'Oh fuck you, Facebook!' That same message popped up again to taunt her. Even though Quinn Fabray had spent the best part of her high school experience either hating or being irritated by Rachel Berry, in this moment in time she was intrigued by the brunette and found herself hovering her mouse over the 'Add Friend' button. 'Why do I even want to add her?...I only want to see what mind-numbing crap she rambles on about...No, no I don't care what Berry's stupid Facebook page says...' The next few minutes was spent by Quinn going back and forth between looking at the photo Mercedes had just posted and eying up the 'Add Friend' button. 'Snap out of it Quinn!' She stretched her head back and yawned. This was not how she contemplated spending her Sunday afternoon; completely muddled and stressed over Rachel frickin' Berry.

Quinn couldn't stop wondering how on Earth she had ended up snuggling on a couch in front of everyone with the person she despised. Well, despised may have been too strong a word. I mean sure, Rachel annoyed her to no end with her opinionated, pushy ways and her hideous outfits...but she secretly admired her determination and well...that voice. That voice that always gave her chills. She would never admit to the goosebumps that would appear on her arm or the tears that would form whenever Rachel Berry opened her stupid mouth and began to sing. Because Quinn Fabray was at the top of the pecking order and Rachel Berry was most definitely at the bottom. She could never admit to being mesmerised by Rachel's talent.

'Oh what the hell...' Quinn clicked her mouse.

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