A/N: Just a small update...sorry it's so short. Hope you like it.

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Rachel sat in class and sighed. She watched Quinn across the room and saw the girl try to focus what the teacher was saying. Rachel admired the blondes dedication. Rachel was an A student and she didn't have the slightest idea what the teacher was droning on about.

Quinn risked a glance at Rachel and saw the brunette staring at her. What she wouldn't give to be able to smile coyly and blow a small kiss the diva's way. But she knew that she couldn't. She knew that Rachel was destined to take New York and Broadway by storm, and Quinn knew that she was not going to New York. While she would be perfectly fine going to whatever school was nearby Rachel, she knew Rachel would try to stay if Quinn wasn't accepted to any close schools. Their romance was over before it ever began.

Oh, and there was also the small, nagging detail that she had spent the last few years making Rachel's life a living hell, Rachel was straight, and Quinn couldn't come out even if she wanted to. She had just gotten her mother back, her father she could care less about, but her mother had accepted her back and Quinn wasn't about to lose her family again. It was one of her biggest fears.

As the bell rang, Quinn quickly gathered her things and headed out of the classroom, trailed by an unusually determined Rachel.

While their friendship was tentative, Rachel was so adorably persistent. She knew that something was bothering Quinn and she, as the blondes friend, had an obligation to find out what was bothering her. She followed Quinn into the bathroom, and suddenly stopped as she heard Quinn's voice echo from the room, the melody haunting and beautiful at the same time. The song was so full of frustration, resignation and regret Rachel could only stare ahead and listen as Quinn's emotions broke her heart.

Look at me

You may think you see

Who I really am

But you'll never know me

Every day

It's as if I play a part

Now I see

If I wear a mask

I can fool the world

But I cannot fool my heart

Who is that girl I see

Staring straight back at me?

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside?

I am now

In a world where I

Have to hide my heart

And what I believe in

But somehow

I will show the world

What's inside my heart

And be loved for who I am

Who is that girl I see

Staring straight back at me?

Why is my reflection

Someone I don't know?

Must I pretend that I'm

Someone else for all time?

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside?

There's a heart that must be

Free to fly

That burns with a need to know

The reason why

Why must we all conceal

What we think, how we feel?

Must there be a secret me

I'm forced to hide?

I won't pretend that I'm

Someone else for all time

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside?

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside?

Rachel stepped forward and caught Quinn's eyes in the mirror. "Oh Quinn." she spoke so softly Quinn barely acknowledged her voice.

"Hi Rachel." Quinn said softly. She was tired, so very tired of hiding everything. Wasn't she allowed to be happy? Couldn't she, for just one second allow herself the slimmest glimmer that maybe, maybe, Rachel could love her?

"Quinn, that was so..." Rachel shook her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Quinn, what is hurting you so bad?"

The door opened and the chattering of Santana, Brittany, Mercedes and Kurt could be heard as they chattered about the latest gossip. They stopped in their tracks as they saw Quinn and Rachel facing each other, both with tears in their eyes.

Quinn glanced over Rachel's shoulder into Santana's eyes. The latina grasped Brittany's hand and nodded ever so slightly to Quinn.

Quinn smiled sadly, closing her eyes. She shook her head as subtly as Santana had. "I can't Rachel. I am..." she reached out and grazed Rachel's hands with her fingertips. "I just can't." she brushed quickly past the group and headed into the hallway. As she moved, she felt the music starting to bubble inside of her.

There's something sweet

And almost kind

But she was rude and she was coarse and unrefined

But now she's dear, and so unsure

I wonder why I didn't see it there before

Rachel followed Quinn, trying to make sense of the feelings she was suddenly feeling and why, exactly, she felt more electricity in the brush of Quinn's fingertips then she ever had at all of her boyfriends touches and kisses combined.

She glanced this way

I thought I saw

And when we touched she didn't shudder at my "paw"

No it can't be, I'll just ignore

But then she's never looked at me that way before

Quinn turned the corner and pressed her back against the wall and tried to reign in the feeling that were still bubbling out of her. She couldn't lose it, not now, not when Rachel was almost out of here.

New and a bit alarming

Who'd have ever thought that this could be?

True that she's no "Prince Charming"

But there's something in her that I simply didn't see

The four gossip mongers had followed the unlikely duo as they exited and began to join in with their observations.

Kurt:

Well, who'd have thought?

Santana:

Well, bless my soul

Mercedes:

Well, who'd have known?

Santana:

Well, who indeed?

Kurt:

And who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own?

Santana:

It's so peculiar. Wait and see

Kurt and Mercedes:

We'll wait and see

Kurt, Mercedes and Santana:

A few days more

There may be something there that wasn't there before

Mercedes:

Perhaps there's something there

That wasn't there before

Brittany:

What?

Santana:

There may be something there that wasn't there before

Brittany:

What's there, Sanni?

Santana:

Ssh, Britt. I'll tell you when you're older.

Brittany nodded and smiled at Santana as Rachel followed Quinn out of the school. Santana held her hands up and stopped the foursome from following. She knew she would catch hell for them missing out on prime gossip material but Quinn couldn't have an audience for this. She had to feel secure and safe. She turned to look at the very confused faces of Kurt and Mercedes. "I guess we should talk."

Kurt raised an eyebrow and snorted, honest to god snorted. "Ya think?"