My One Perfect Thing

"Quinn!" She heard her mother call. "There's someone at the door for you, honey!"

"Who is it?" She spat, trying not to be so short with her but unable to help it.


She frowned, confused and suspicious. What the hell does he want? I mean yeah, he's Rachel's best friend…but he's also Finn's brother. I swear to God if he's here to lecture me or yell at me the way he did I might just throw him out the window.

She wiped her eyes, checking herself in the mirror before coming out of her room and leaning over the rail. Kurt stood at the foyer beside her mother, looking determined. His eyes held a certain pity when he looked at her, sad with the slightest hint of anger that she prayed wasn't directed at her. The last thing she needed was the entire glee club to be pissed at her. Again.

She trotted down the stairs, nodding to her mother, who left the room with a small, slightly confused smile.

"What do you want, Kurt?" She asked when they were alone.

"To tell you Finn is an idiot and you didn't deserve whatever verbal harassment you got from him," he said simply. She blanched, genuinely surprised. "Quinn, I know that this is difficult for you," he said softly, now wanting to disturb her mother. "And I know you're really confused and the only thing you have set in your mind is that you care about Rachel. I want you to know," he put his hand on her shoulder, nodding as he met her eyes, "that's the only thing that matters. You care about her, that's all you have to be sure of and there's nothing wrong with what you're feeling."

"I don't want her to leave Finn," she said truthfully, tears in her eyes. "That's not what I wanted. I just…I just wanted her to know."

"I know," he said gently. "And she'll figure out what she wants to do about it. Just know that you two will still be friends and I know she won't want anything to change no matter what. Okay?" She nodded, swallowing hard.

"Thank you," she said. "I figured everybody would hate me for trying to break Finn and Rachel up." He shrugged.

"Who cares if they do? You got your feelings out there, you got that massive weight off your chest, and you feel better now that she knows, right?" He asked. She nodded. "Then what does it matter?"

"It doesn't," she agreed, jaw set. Only Rachel matters. Kurt hugged her, something he didn't do often with people that weren't Blaine, gently rubbing her back.

"It'll be alright, Quinn," he assured. Those four words broke her, leaving her crying in Kurt's arms. He frowned, still holding her, though a little thrown. But he stayed where he was, knowing precisely how she felt, and how much worse it would be if she were alone.

Rachel stood from her spot in the choir room, shutting off her phone and stuffing it deep inside her purse, so sick of hearing it ring every few minutes.

"Damn it, Finn," she spat. She didn't want to talk to him right now. In fact she didn't want to talk to anyone. She'd thought all of this through, every bit of it. And right now, everything hinged on one little thing she needed from Quinn, and as she stalked down the hall, she decided that this needed to be resolved tomorrow, not for her own benefit, but so Quinn didn't have to go through whatever agony she was at the moment any longer than she had to.

She sat down at her vanity the moment she got home, giving the simple excuse of "Glee club" when her Dads asked her where she'd been.

She dug through her drawers, hastily taking out two pieces of personalized stationary she'd gotten last quarter for her report card and began writing frantically.

The first page held a short message that didn't take very long, and the second…the second message was only in case something happened tomorrow that changed things, that changed everything. She sighed, tears in her eyes.

This was all happening so fast. She was almost literally dizzy, her mind still reeling even though she'd already made up her mind.

She stared at both letters for what felt like hours before closing her eyes, praying.

Quinn walked through the halls without paying much attention to those around her. She avoided talking to Santana and Brittany, not wanting to hear her insults or harsh words; she'd had enough of that for the week.

She did make eye-contact with Kurt once and managed to smile as he did at her, one saving grace in this stupid mess. Finn glowered at her whenever she was in a thirty-foot radius, making a proper ass out of himself.

Glad the talk worked, Kurt, she thought miserably as she hurried to Biology.

The one person she wanted to see, but didn't all day, was Rachel. No matter how much or how hard she scanned the halls, she remained aloof. It wasn't until the end of the day that she saw a sign of life from her. A note on glittery pink paper fell out of her locker. She snatched it up, tearing it open quickly.

Meet me in the auditorium after school, it read, the bottom signed RB in the same loopy handwriting.

"You wanna come by my house after school?" Finn asked, looking down at his girlfriend. "We could watch a movie or something."

"I can't," she said, not meeting his eyes as she continued to dig through her locker.

"Why not?" He frowned.

"I have a lot of homework I need to get done," it was a lie, yes, but hopefully he wouldn't notice.

"Oh," he didn't. "Okay. Maybe some other time."

"Yeah," she flashed him a small, fake smile before slinging her bag over her shoulder. "I'll see you soon." She walked away, heart heavy, mind whirring.

She waited in her car until he left before going back to the auditorium, testing Fate.

Quinn was pacing back and forth across the stage, terrified. What if she was angry too? What if she hated her for driving a wedge between her and Finn?

God, what did she want?


She turned, heart in her throat, stomach a block of ice. There she was, beautiful as ever in her tights and stupid vintage dress. She smiled at her, only making Quinn's inability to breathe worse.

"I wasn't trying to hurt you," she blurted, pain in her eyes. Rachel nodded, taking a few steps closer to her.

"I know," she assured.

"I wasn't trying to break up you and Finn either, I-"

"Hey," she said softly, touching her shoulder. "It's okay, Quinn. I understand why you did it." Another weak nod.

"So…now what?" She whispered. Rachel took a deep breath, looking right in her eyes.

"Kiss me."