A soft piano intro plays quietly in the room as the two occupants snooze on obliviously. It gradually increases in volume and a female voice sweetly begins to sing.

Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor.

Reaching for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?

For me it happens all the time.

Quinn stirred lightly and moved further into the warmth emanating from the middle of her bed. A small smile graced her lips as she listened to the very familiar voice harmonizing into the chorus.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.

Said I wouldn't call but I've lost all control and I need you now.

And I don't know how I can do without.

I just need you now.

Her brow furrowed and face scrunched up in slight disgust as a male took over the next verse. She knew this voice. And she did not have positive associations with the owner.

Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door.

Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?

For me it happens all the time.

As the song faded out Quinn's eyes snapped open. Jesse St. James. The song began to play again and she slowly lifted her head to look toward the source. On the far bedside table Rachel's phone was lit up and vibrating, announcing an incoming call.

As the female began to sing the opening verse, Quinn quickly realized this was a duet recorded by Carmel High's power couple. Her eyes narrowed as she deduced that Jesse St. Douchebag was calling Rachel and, as a consequence, disturbing her blissfuly quiet slumber.

Quinn attempted to prop herself up on her elbow to reach across Rachel and silence the damn thing, but Rachel was laying on top of her arm and she just couldn't quite reach it.

She glanced down at the sleeping girl and tried to wiggle her arm out slightly. Just as she thought she might be home free, Rachel stirred and let out a pathetic whine.

"Mmm... quit moving so much. Sleep..."

Rachel settled back into her comfortable position and Quinn thought the girl had just about fallen asleep when

Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor.

Rachel groaned and turned around to face Quinn. "Oh my god, shut up!" The girl burrowed back into the covers and nestled her face into the gap between Quinn's shoulder and neck.

Quinn grinned at the action and poked Rachel's cheek. "Don't blame me, honey bunch. This is the third time this morning your jerk head boyfriend has called. It's not even 7 o'clock yet."

Rachel cracked open an eye in a glare and huffed. She rolled back over towards her phone grumbling. "Stupid boyfriend. Too loud. Headache." She promptly hit ignore, turned the cell phone off, and threw it across the room toward her overnight bag.

Once Rachel had moved off her arm, Quinn snuggled back into the warmth of her blankets and closed her eyes, intent on milking as much sleep out of a hungover Rachel as she could. The last thing she remembered before she dozed back off, was Rachel snuggling back into her and having her arm draped over the girl's waist.


A few hours later, Quinn pulled herself back into consciousness as sunlight streamed over her face. She blinked blearily and glanced at the clock as she tried to rid herself of the grogginess of sleep.

11:30 Wow, I can't believe Rachel actually slept this late.

She turned around and looked at the brunette still sleeping peacefully. Her hair was tousled and the blankets were covering half of her face, but she looked so serene and happy.

Almost as if she knew she was being watched, Rachel slowly woke, stretching and yawning.

She pried her eyes open and looked at Quinn, confused, and squinting against the bright sunlight. "Morning," she said as she rubbed at her face. "What time is it?"

"11:30"

"WHAT?" Rachel screeched as she she shot up into a sitting position.

Quinn decided this must have not been a very wise decision as Rachel immediately cupped her head and let a miserable moan. Rachel dropped back down to the pillow and curled into herself.

"Oh my God, how much did I drink last night?" she whined while still clutching her head. "I feel like I have the hangover from hell."

Quinn chuckled lightly as she stretched and rolled out of bed. "Well you did go drink for drink with Santana, which, I must add, is quite the feat. An idiotic feat, but a feat just the same. "

"Hey, it served a purpose. I'm pretty sure Santana likes me now... or at least has a grudging respect for me," Rachel argued back as she attempted sitting again. "I'm not sure if it was worth this headache though. Tell me, how is it possible that I slept almost 6 hours later than normal and I still feel like I'm going to die?"

"Don't ask me, I know nothing about alcohol remember?" Quinn responded with a quirked eyebrow. She pointed to the bedside table closest to Rachel. "My mom brought up that bottle of water for you last night and I'm pretty sure she laid out some tylenol for you as well."

Rachel happy downed the two pain pills and the water sitting beside her. As soon as she finished the water, her eyes widened comically. "Wait a second, did you say your mom put this out for me?" she asked in a panicked voice.

Quinn nodded slowly. "Yeah, she said you would need it in the morning. She helped me bring you in the house last night."

Rachel immediately dropped her head into her hands. "I can't believe I was passed out drunk in front of your mother. She probably thinks I'm a delinquent now."

Quinn laughed loudly in disbelief. "Really, Rachel? You do remember that one of my best friends is Santana, right? Believe it or not my mom does understand that kids will be kids. As long as it isn't me that is drunk, she really doesn't care too much."

Rachel looked back up at Quinn skeptically. "Somehow, based on the stories I have heard from you, I don't quite believe that."

Quinn shrugged. "No, really. As long as it isn't me that's drunk and we are being responsible she doesn't care. You were polite and charming, so as far as she is concerned, as long as you aren't like arrested or anything, you are in her good books."

Rachel slowly pulled herself out of bed and nodded her head slowly. "Well, I guess I better be counting my blessings that I made a good first impression then." She made her way over to her bag. "Do you mind if I take a shower first? I'm hoping it will get rid of the rest of this grogginess."

"That's fine, I'm just going to run downstairs and see what my mom is up to. Let me know if you need anything," Quinn said as she headed out of the room.

In the kitchen, she found her mother, bustling about, preparing lunch. As Quinn entered, her mother looked up to greet her.

"Oh, hello dear. I was wondering when you two would get up," she commented cheerily.

Quinn walked over the cabinet to grab a glass and then headed to refrigerator. After scanning the contents for a moment she settled on apple juice and began to pour herself a glass.

"Yeah, well, you know this is how late I usually sleep and I guess Rachel was trying to sleep off her rebelliousness," she answered before taking a long drink.

Judy hummed in agreement as she chopped up some tomatoes for their salad. "Well I should think so. She is quite small, wouldn't take much to knock her off her feet."

Quinn laughed. "No kidding. She was mortified this morning, worried about what you must think about her now. She said you probably thought she was some kind of delinquent."

Judy glanced up from her work. "Well I must say, I was surprised to see her in that that state, however, I am not her parent, so I don't really have a right to say anything about that. You do know that I don't approve of that sort of behavior thought, correct?" Judy asked as she raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, mom I know. And I think she was just trying to get on Santana's good side. I don't think she really drinks that much," Quinn assured.

"I am sure she doesn't. She seems like a very responsible girl," she replied as she finished chopping up the tomatoes. When she finished she picked up the cutting board and added them to the salad bowl.

She laid her knife and cutting board on the countertop slowly and took a deep breath before speaking. "Although, there is something I wanted to talk to you about. Where is Rachel right now?"

Quinn's brow furrowed in confusion as to what her mom wanted to speak with her about. "She is in the shower. Said something about wanting to get rid of the grogginess. Why, what's up?" she asked suspiciously.

"Well, it just that... Oh dear, I don't really know how to say this tactfully..." Judy sighed in exasperation. "I'll just be out with it. Yesterday, while we were looking at your baby pictures, Rachel had quite a few stories about her own childhood... A childhood that included two gay fathers..." She trailed off and gave Quinn a hard look. "Were you planning on telling me that any time soon?"

Quinn shuffled awkwardly and looked away from her mother. She had definitely not planned on having this conversation so soon. She was not prepared to explain to her very conservative mother that one of her best friends was living in a homosexual household.

This is not going to go well. Why didn't I just ask Rachel to keep quiet about that for a little while so I could tell my mom later?

"Well," Quinn hedged awkwardly. "I was planning on telling you eventually. I just didn't know how to approach the subject. I didn't even think about Rachel mentioning it to you."

Her hands began to fidget as nerves took over. For some reason she really wanted her mother to approve of Rachel and this was sure to be a major point of contention.

Judy eyed her skeptically. "Well, I think I handled it alright. It would have been nice to have a heads up though. Honestly, dear, that is kind of a big bomb to have dropped on you without warning." she scolded.

Quinn's head dropped in shame. "I know. I'm sorry, mom. I was just worried about what you and dad would think and I really want you guys to like Rachel. She is a really great friend to me."

Judy reached over and grabbed Quinn's fidgety hands. "Quinn, sweetheart. Look at me." She ducked her head to make eye contact with her daughter. "I can understand why you would worry, but you need to understand that I am not your father. I am in no position to judge how other people live their lives. As long as it is not affecting me, I don't care, okay?" she asked tenderly. "I can tell that this friend means a lot to you and that she is a wonderful person. So how about we make a deal, huh?"

Surprise overtook Quinn's face at that. She knew her mother was slightly more lax about certain things, but she certainly never thought her mother would be nonchalant about this. Maybe there was more to her mother than she originally thought.

"Okay," she answered hesitantly. "What kind of deal?"

"Let's not speak about this again, you keep bringing Rachel around, and we don't ever mention to your father that she was raised in a homosexual household. I will leave it to you to make sure Rachel doesn't mention it to your father. Deal?"

Quinn quickly agreed. This conversation was turning out better than she had ever hoped. "I can definitely do that... So...um... do you need any help with lunch?" she offered in an attempt to change the subject.

Judy checked the oven timer before looking back at Quinn. "Why don't you go set the table for me. The ziti should be ready to come out of the oven in about 10 minutes."

As Quinn headed out towards the dining room she paused and looked back over her shoulder. "Hey, mom?"

Judy looked up at her daughter. "Yes, sweetie?"

Quinn gave her mother a soft smile. "Thanks," she said sincerely before walking out of the room.


After lunch, her mother had excused herself for the day as she had a meeting for some benefit at the country club. Quinn didn't pay that much mind, as she assumed all things pertaining to the country club were just an excuse for mindless gossip.

Santana called early in the afternoon and told Quinn that she and Brittany were going to the park near Quinn's house to feed the ducks, and Brittany wanted Quinn, Rachel, and Marley to join. And since 'what Britts wants, Britts gets' an hour later found Quinn and Rachel walking up to the pond where Marley, Santana, and Brittany were sitting with a loaf of bread.

Brittany was the first to notice them as they approached and a huge smile immediately lit up her face as she waved at them both.

"Rachel, you have to come over to the water with me and San to feed the ducks! I want to show you which ones are my favorites." she told her happily.

Rachel gave Brittany her 1000 watt smile. "Sure Brittany, I would love to accompany you."

Brittany pulled Santana up off the ground and turned to Rachel with a very grave expression on her face. "You have to promise you won't tell them that I have favorites though, okay? Sanny once told one that I didn't love him as much as his brother and he tried to drown himself. I don't think I could handle another accident like that," she whisper shouted.

Rachel nodded very seriously. "Absolutely. We will be very discreet," she claimed as they walked off toward the edge of the water.

After they left, Quinn took a seat by Marley on the blanket that Santana had provided. "Hey, kiddo, how's it going?" she asked the girl as she lightly bumped their shoulders.

Marley narrowed her eyes at Quinn. "I am so not a 'kiddo.' I'm almost 15."

Quinn put her hands up in surrender with a small smirk on her face. "Easy tiger, I'm just teasing. You're getting all defensive like Rachel does when I call her short," she claimed as she waggled her eyebrows.

Marley studied Quinn for a moment to evaluate the truth of her words and then looked back over to where Santana, Brittany, and Rachel were tossing bread out to the ducks. Brittany was currently trying to talk Rachel into wading a few feet into the water, but Rachel looked dubious.

Quinn and Marley chuckled at Rachel's expression and Quinn yelled out to her, "A little water isn't going to kill you, Rachel!"

Rachel's head snapped over towards the two sitting girls. "Quinn! It's all mossy!" she whined petulantly as she crossed her arms and made a face of disgust.

Quinn shook her head and snorted at Rachel's antics. "That girl. I swear I have never met anyone like her," she told Marley.

"She is pretty unique, huh? I really had no idea what I was getting into competing against her. I honestly didn't stand a chance." Marley replied with as sigh as she shook her head sadly.

"None of us did. But we made a hell of a lot better attempt than we have ever been able to before." Quinn told her honestly. She reached over and rested her hand on Marley's shoulder. "You aren't blaming yourself are you?"

Marley quickly glanced up at Quinn from the corner of her eyes with a defeated expression on her face. "How could I not? I mean I was supposed to be the secret weapon, or whatever, and I didn't get us to Nationals."

Quinn felt horrible. She had named Marley their secret weapon and really played it up to get everyone excited and motivated about Regionals. Realistically, she knew that a couple of weeks of practice and some new talent would not be enough to dethrone Rachel and the rest of Vocal Adrenaline, but she needed them to feel like they could. New Directions had needed a push and some hope, so she had given it to them, but she didn't think Marley would take it all to heart like she did.

"Hey, none of this was your fault. You were in the club for like 3 weeks before the competition and we didn't even have our set list ready before you joined. We didn't have enough prep time to beat VA. I knew that. I was just trying to get everyone motivated and excited for the competition. I'm sorry that I put so much pressure on you. I honestly did not mean to." Quinn told her seriously as she looked directly into the girl's eyes.

"I still feel like I disappointed everyone though. Nationals in New York would have been amazing." Marley said sadly.

"Yeah, it would have been. But if everyone in that club wanted New York so badly, they should have gotten serious about competition a lot sooner. Heck, I mean, Vocal Adrenaline has their set list for Nationals picked out and choreographed at the beginning of the year. They take it way more seriously than we do. As it is, we didn't do our part in preparation and so we can only learn from out mistakes and get a whole lot better for next year, okay?"

Quinn smiled at Marley, hoping what she said was enough to cheer the girl up. She really did have so much talent, and with enough hard work, it really was possible that she could take New Directions to Nationals someday.

Marley gave a weak smile. "Yeah, we will just work harder to prepare for next year."

Quinn winked a Marley. "Don't be so hard on yourself... kiddo," she teased with a smirk.

This finally got Marley to laugh. She rolled her eyes as she reached out and pushed Quinn over. "Jerk."

Their laughter was interrupted as Rachel started shouting from several yards away. She was pacing around while talking on her cell phone and making wild gestures. It was clear she was very frustrated. Quinn and Marley could just barely make out what she was saying.

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure you need me. Because that is the only thing I am good for apparently. I told you I was going to be gone until our practice tomorrow morning. Can you seriously not go without for a week?"

Quinn raised her eyebrows. She had never seen the girl quite like this. Her attention was pulled away from the angry diva as Santana and Brittany rejoined them on the blanket.

"What happened with her?" Quinn asked the girls.

Santana shrugged. "Hell if I know. Danny Zuko called her and she just blew up."

They all looked back over to Rachel, who was getting louder. "I cannot believe you would even ask me to do that! What the hell is wrong with you? I am spending the rest of today and tonight here, in Lima. Get over it. I'll see you tomorrow."

Rachel hung up on the boy and let out a frustrated scream before stomping over to the rest of the girls. She dropped into the space to Quinn's right and immediately leaned into the girl, placing her head on Quinn's shoulder.

Quinn quickly put her arm around the upset girl and gave her a small hug. "Are you okay? What was all that about?" she asked.

Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. Just... aggravated. Jesse called me and was asking me to come home right now because he 'needed me.' He is so selfish."

Quinn and Marley's faces both contorted in confusion. "Isn't it a good thing to have your boyfriend miss you?" Quinn asked her.

Rachel and Santana both huffed a laugh. "I don't think that is what he meant by that, Q." Santana told her.

Rachel shook her head. "No, he was being a horny bastard and complaining that we haven't slept together in over a week," she stated in exasperation.

Quinn cringed in disgust. "Okay, EW. Is that why he was blowing up your phone this morning?"

"Apparently. I guess there is no motivator quite like that of a high school male's sex drive."

Quinn's stomach rolled. She did not need to hear about Rachel's sex life with that asshole.

"Okay, we needs to change the subject or I'm gonna lose my lunch." Santana said as she wrinkled her nose. She turned to Marley. "But let this be a lesson to you, Mousy. Stay away from guys. They just want in your pants," she told her with a hard look. "I'm serious."

Marley just put her hands up in surrender. "Trust me, I have no prospects. So don't worry."

The group continued hanging out and talking at the park for a couple of more hours, but the mood was not quite the same. Rachel was still noticeably upset and nothing Quinn did seemed to be cheering her up. When dinner time came around, Quinn decided it was best if they just went back to her house for the night. She didn't want to put a damper on everyone else's evening.

After a quick supper, filled with awkward silence, Quinn couldn't take it anymore. "Rachel, honey, I hate having to see you like this. What can I do to make it better?"

Rachel took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I'm ruining your night." She paused. "I'm just really upset with him. That was so disrespectful and shallow. I am beginning to wonder why I even put up with him."

Quinn pulled Rachel into a tight hug. "You should have to 'put up with him' like it's a chore. You should enjoy your relationship. And you are not ruining my night. I just want you to be happy be happy again. Is there anything I can do?" she asked as she rubbed Rachel's back with her hands.

Rachel pulled back from the hug a little. "Can I sing? I just... I need to get my emotions out. Plus, I need to run my scales and get some practice in before tomorrow. Shelby will not be happy if I have lost some ground because of the break."

"Sure, how about we go down in the basement. That way we don't disturb the neighbors too much. Do you mind if I watch?"

"I think I just need to be alone for a while. Kind of sort myself out. I hope you don't mind.." Rachel told her hesitantly.

"No, that's fine. Of course you can have some alone time. I'll just be up here watching TV or something," she said as she gestured toward the living room. "Let me know when you are finished okay?"

Rachel nodded her assent and headed toward the basement.

After she disappeared, Quinn made her way into the living room. Her mother was still not home, so she had free reign of the TV. However, after flipping restlessly through the channels and finding nothing interesting on, she decided to take a shower and relax a little.

In the shower, Quinn found herself picking apart Jesse St. James. The guy was a total tool. She could not believe that he would try to take Rachel away from a vacation just because he wanted to have sex with her. Rachel deserved so much better than a guy like that.

Even worse, it had made Rachel so upset that it had ruined her afternoon. It was like torture seeing someone as bubbly as Rachel be so dismayed. Quinn felt like her heart was breaking every time she saw the sadness in those expressive eyes.

Once she was finished showering, she took her time drying her hair and going through her nighttime routine. She wasn't sure how long Rachel would want to sing, but she figured at least and hour, probably more.

When Rachel finally resurfaced, Quinn was working on assignment for one of her classes and she had a Friends marathon on in the background.

Quinn glanced up when she heard Rachel enter her room. After putting her notebook and pencil down she gave Rachel a soft smile. "Hey, are you feeling any better?"

Rachel nodded. "Yeah, a lot better actually. I just really needed to blow off some steam. I don't think I have ever been so upset with someone.

"But, you're good now right?" Quinn asked, concern lacing her voice.

"Yeah, I am. I promise. Thank you for checking, though," she replied as she crawled onto the bed next to Quinn.

Quinn moved her assignment to the bed side table and opened up her arms for a hug. Rachel almost jumped into Quinn's arms in her haste for comfort. She squeezed Quinn tightly and buried her face into Quinn's neck as Quinn softly rubbed her back.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Rachel shook her head and Quinn heard a muted, "No, not right now."

"Okay, well if you do, I'm here for you, alright?"

Rachel looked up at Quinn. "Thank you so much. You.. You really have no idea how much that means to me. I know this may sound kind of lame, but.." she took a deep breath. "Well, you're pretty much my best friend, and you really mean a lot to me," she finished as her cheeks tinged pink.

Quinn gave Rachel a gentle squeeze. "I think you're my best friend, too, Rach. We may not have been close for very long, but you know things about me that not even Santana knows. And we have been friends for most of our lives."

Rachel pulled back from the hug with a large grin. "Right, well, I would rather not waste any more of today on being distraught over Jesse. I think I'm going to go take a quick shower and get ready for bed. When I come back, we can watch a little bit of Friends before going to sleep, yeah?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. I think I'll just keep working on this until you get back," Quinn told the girl, as she reached for her abandoned assignment.

After her shower, the two girls snuggled into Quinn's bed to watch TV. When a couple of episodes had passed, Quinn glanced over at Rachel to see that the girl was laying on her side, facing Quinn, sleeping peacefully.

Quinn grabbed her remote and turned the TV off before trying to get comfortable. She finally settled down facing Rachel, but, even though she was comfortable, her mind was racing. It was incredible to her that she had become so close to Rachel in such a short span of time. She was definitely not someone who trusted easily, so she was perplexed by the undeniable pull she felt towards the girl. It was like her soul was telling her she could trust the singer. That no matter what, Rachel was safe. Rachel would not betray her. And it was absolutely true, Rachel really was her best friend.

As she thought this, Rachel began to shift on her side of the bed. She moved closer to Quinn, so there was less than a foot separating them, and reached out to put her hand on Quinn's arm.

Quinn furrowed her brow. She was pretty sure that Rachel had been asleep when she turned the TV off earlier.

She was finally settling down to sleep, when Rachel shifted a few inches closer. She felt the girl's thumb start to stroke slowly back and forth across her bicep. Okay... so she's not asleep then? Quinn's eyes popped open and she looked hard at Rachel, trying to see through the dark if the girl's eyes were open. Well her eyes are closed... but you don't exactly just stroke somebody's arm while you're sleeping, right?

This continued for a few minutes, and try as she might, Quinn could not get to sleep. She was thoroughly perplexed at Rachel's actions, and her body was totally focused on the small soft movement of Rachel's thumb across her skin.

Slowly, Rachel's hand began to move gently up and down the length of Quinn's upper arm. Okay, so definitely not asleep, then. Quinn was completely enraptured with the feelings coursing through her at Rachel's touch. Her heart was racing and there was a stirring deep inside of her, begging her for more contact. What is going on? I feel like my heart is about to beat out of my chest. I wonder if she has any idea what she is doing to me right now.

All Quinn could do was focus on Rachel's hand and the way it was making tingles fly up her arm. Oh my God, that feels so good... Wait, no. This shouldn't feel like this. I shouldn't be reacting to her like this. It doesn't make any sense. But try as she might, she could not hold in the contented sigh that escaped her lips as she lost herself in the sensation.

Before she could register that she was moving, her hand was resting atop Rachel's hip and her thumb was stroking lightly just above the smaller girl's hipbone. She heard Rachel inhale sharply and felt the girl's hand stutter slightly in it's movements.

As soon as Quinn realized what she had done, fear began to take over her body. She had no idea why she seemed to be so drawn to Rachel all the time. It was like they were magnets, always touching in some way when they were close. But her body's reaction was really starting to freak her out a little bit. It was like she had no control.

She stopped the movement of her thumb, but left her hand where it was and took a deep breath. It's going to be okay. You're fine. This is just... comfort. Yeah, that's what this is. Rachel has been upset today and she needs contact to know that I'm here for her.

Quinn made an effort to slow her breathing and tried to just revel in the feeling of Rachel's soft caress on her arm. Her body gradually relaxed and just as she felt Rachel's hand slow in its movement, she drifted off into peaceful sleep.


Quinn awoke to Rachel gently shaking her the following morning. "Rach? Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice rough with sleep.

"Yeah, everything is fine. I'm about to leave though. I need to get back for practice in a couple of hours. I just wanted to tell you goodbye."

Quinn sat up and rubbed her eyes. "You're leaving already? What time is it?"

Rachel looked over to the clock. "It's almost seven. Practice starts at nine and I need to stop by my house before I go."

Slowly, Quinn pulled herself out of bed and stretched as she slipped on her house shoes. "Okay, I'll walk you out."

She grabbed Rachel's bag and the two girls made their way to the Rachel's car. After putting her stuff away, Rachel turned back to Quinn. "I had a really great time. Thank you so much for inviting me."

Quinn smiled gently at Rachel. "Anytime. I had fun, too."

Rachel nodded. "Right, so... don't forget to tell your mother I said thank you for having me."

"Of course. It will be the first thing I say to her when she gets up for church." She told the brunette.

"Okay, well I guess I should get going." Rachel said as she awkwardly started towards her car.

"Rachel," Quinn said as she grabbed Rachel's arm before the girl could open the driver's door.

When Rachel looked back to her, Quinn opened her arms for a hug, which Rachel immediately accepted. "I'll miss you." Rachel whispered into her ear as she clung tightly to Quinn.

"I'll miss you, too. But remember, I'm only a phone call away," Quinn whispered back. After a few more seconds, she pulled away. "Drive safely and be sure to text me when you make it back."

Rachel nodded got into the car. "See you soon?"

"Yeah, see you soon." Quinn shut Rachel's door for her and watched as her best friend drove away.