Hey everyone! A few things-
First of all a big thankyou to the reviewers! I never imagined anyone reading my story, let alone liking it!
broadwaybound2016 - thanks for your comments! I have made Rachel a little nicer than she is in the show, so this is slightly AU I guess. Also I know Quinn has been nasty to Rachel but deep down inside I think she would do anything for her! Faberry forever! :D
Secondly, I've been re-reading some of the previous chapters and I've found a few mistakes/errors, which I apologise for.
Lastly, I have loved every second of writing this fanfic but I have no idea where I want it to go next, so if you leave a review please give me some ideas as to what you want to happen next!

This chapter is shorter than the previous ones. I'm sorry it took a little longer to update, but I am writing as fast as you're reviewing!

This has been a really long author's note. I'll shut up and let you enjoy Faberry!

(P.S. alot of the scenes have taken place in the girls bathroom in this fanfic...this was unintentional. I don't have a weird bathroom fetish.)
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own glee or any of the characters.

Why are there posters everywhere? I thought curiously as I walked down the halls. Wait a second…I thought as I paused to inspect one. There was a picture of a chubby girl with glasses, braces and brown hair. No, no, no! This can't be happening… emblazoned across the top were the words 'Vote Lucy Caboosey!" I gasped in shock. I have to find Quinn.

She was in the bathroom sobbing over the sinks. I rushed over and put my arms around her, rocking her gently. "Quinnie, it's OK, it's OK…" I whispered. However without warning she pushed me away so I hit the wall, hard. I doubled over in pain. Quinn was suddenly furious with me. "No, Rachel, it's OK for YOU!" she screamed at me. "Nobody cares about you! No-one talks to their friends about what you're wearing or if you gained or lost a pound. You don't have a reputation to keep up, you don't have a image to maintain! I have to be popular. I need it. If I lose prom queen to Santana or Lauren, then Santana will probably get my head cheerleader spot. And I'll have nothing. NOTHING!" she bellowed the last word right in my face.

I couldn't help it. I backed away into a corner and burst into tears, rocking backwards and forwards. My whole body was shaking. She's still got me. Even if she doesn't know it, I thought. Oh God, how have we come to this? I thought helplessly.

She approached my side. I felt her try and put her hand on my shoulder, but at the last second she pulled her hand away and left, slamming the door.

I knew she hadn't meant to shout at me like that, but it still hurt me deeply. We had been best friends once. It made me sad to think that so much had changed.

As soon as the song was over I cast one last look at Kurt and Blaine embracing on the dance floor, then I ran out of the gym and down the empty, dimly lit corridors. I had an idea of where she would be.

Quinn was adjusting her hairstyle in one of the bathroom mirrors when I came in. She looks utterly perfect, I thought, watching her. She wore a pastel blue dress with a sparkly bodice, a satin waistband and a floaty tulle skirt. Her makeup was simple and perfect. Her beautiful blonde hair was in a low bun. Parts at the side had come loose though-they hung in curls around her face.

"You look like Cinderella, Quinn." I said honestly. She smiled weakly. The smile didn't reach her eyes. "Are you OK? I know you must be disappointed.." Quinn made a disbelieving noise. "Disappointed?" she said sarcastically, facing me. "You have no idea what I'm going through."

It was odd – I'm not sure what brought it on, but hearing her bratty words, something snapped within me. "What you're going through Quinn? Really? Just because you lost out on prom queen, probably because you're a bitch TO EVERYONE, suddenly I don't know what you're going through?" I scoffed angrily. "I never wanted to say this, but you really are a selfish bitch. You're so obsessed with being on top, you can't even see that it's pushing everyone that you care about further and further away. Eventually, Quinn…." I paused for breath (and partly effect.) "…you'll be all alone."

This ignited the blonde's wrath and she was angrier than I'd ever seen her. "I won't be alone!" she yelled fiercely, shoving me. "Even if everyone hates me, they wouldn't dare show it. They're all too scared of what I would do. But you! Nobody likes you Rachel. You're just a friendless nobody."

This hurt me so deeply that tears began sliding down my cheeks. "What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?" I sobbed.

"YOU REMIND ME OF EVERYTHING THAT I WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING BUT COULD NEVER EVER HAVE!" she screamed. I was stunned. "I love you so much Rachel," she choked, "but I know we could never be together. So every time I look at you all I see is this beautiful, talented, perfect girl that could never, ever be mine."

"Never?" I asked. "I'm yours already Quinn. I have been since the first day we met." I reached forward carefully and tucked her loose fringe behind her ear. My hand tingled when I touched her perfect skin. Quinn must have felt this too, because she took my hand and kissed it softly. She looked up at me with her big hazel eyes.

Before I knew it, she was shoving me up against the wall and kissing me hungrily. I wanted to cry out with shock and relief. I had missed her so much. Quinn was tangling her fingers in my hair and swiping her tongue around my mouth. She paused to catch her breath and immediately began pressing a line of hot kisses down my neck and along my collar bone. "Are you OK?" she asked as she began working her way over my shoulders. I suddenly realised what we were doing and that the feeling between my legs was growing stronger with every kiss. "Quinn," I gasped, "I really really want this but I can't get hurt again, I can't.." I was nearly sobbing, I felt so overcome. "Shh, Rachel it's OK," she soothed, cuddling me and rocking me gently. "I'm here and I love you and I will never EVER leave you. Never." She kissed my face softly and smiled. "God, I love you," she whispered. "I love you too," I wept, tears sliding down my cheeks.

For a while we leant against the wall there; Quinn was whispering in my ear while I clung to her and the back of her pastel blue dress.