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Take a step Back	By : DBAngel0322 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 6034 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own glee or any of the characters that appear in this story. There is no money earned from writing, this is purely for enjoyment purposes

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Chapter 1: Chapter 1

The last note of Dog Days Are Over was belted out by all the members of New Directions.
"Great Job guys. I'll see you all next week," Mr. Shuster said applauding from his seat in the auditorium.
The Glee members all filed out grabbing their bags from the seats they placed them on. The song got them all excited and pumped up, talking about their win and the possibility of going to New York.
Rachel was slowly walking out behind the group not looking or listening to anyone. She continued to walk through the school back to the choir room. Taking a seat at the piano Rachel's hands began moving; slowly at first, building in anticipation. This wasn't any song Rachel had sung, or heard before. It was happening at this spot at this time as her emotions came rushing through her. The speed of her hands increased, bringing the tempo up; banging on the keys, making her fingers hurt. Then she just stopped, slowly adding more notes to the song she just created. As the notes played on tears began to fall. When the last ivory key was hit, Rachel could no longer hold on to the emotions inside her. She lost Finn due to her insecurities. He was not only her boyfriend but her only friend at McKinley High.

Quinn didn't bring her bag to the auditorium; she forgot it in the choir room. She was busy talking to Mercedes and didn't think to grab it. When she reached the door she saw the small brunette sitting at the piano. The blonde cheerleader rolled her eyes and pushed the door open. Once in the doorway she saw Rachel begin moving her hands. Quinn stopped to see what she was doing.
The music hit Quinn's ears, and she was lost in the sounds. It was nothing she had ever heard. The tempo picked up pace causing the blonde to close her eyes, letting the music consume her. When the music stopped Quinn's eyes shot open. She saw the brunette slowly began playing again. Quinn continued to watch Rachel finish her music with the sounds of sobs.
The blonde cheerleader watched the girl fall apart in front of her eyes. She slowly let go of the door she was holding letting it close. Slowly Quinn made her way to the brunette. She stood behind Rachel, trying to think of what to do. She has seen Rachel cry before, but this time it was different, it was genuine sorrow not frustration or anger. And she herself was not the cause of it.
Quinn was going through all the nicknames she had for Rachel trying to decide which one to call her. While trying to think of a name, Quinn's body made up her mind for her. The blonde slowly reached her hand out gently grasping the brunette's shoulder. The gesture made Rachel jump. She began wiping her face as quick as she could. Rachel then turned and saw who was touching her.
"W-w-What are you d-doing here?" Rachel stuttered.
Quinn didn't know what to say at first. "I-I forgot my bag, I was just coming to get it." The cheerleader let go of Rachel and went over to where she left her bag.
Rachel watched her, trying to form words. "How long have you been here?"
"Long enough," Quinn quipped slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"How long?" Rachel asked again.
"Since you started playing," Quinn replied. Rachel nervously tucked her hair behind her ear. "Who knew you could play? What song was that?"
"Uhm, I did. My dads have had me taking piano lessons since forever. Uhm the song, it's nothing, just me fooling around," Rachel answered keeping her eyes off the blonde.
"Who knew you're man hands could be good for something," the cheerleader responded making her way to the door.
"Why do you call me that?" Rachel asked to the cheerleader's back.
"What?" she asked over her shoulder not breaking her stride.
"Why do you call me man hands, and Rupaul?"
"I don't know."
"Is it because you hate me?" Rachel asked. Quinn stopped walking but did not turn around or answer. When the cheerleader didn't respond Rachel asked again. "Why do you hate me?"
Quinn took a deep breath, turning around and sat down next to Rachel. "Take a step back. If you were me and have interacted with someone like you would you like them?"
Rachel shrugged.
"Ok, uhm. Oh remember Jesse?"
Rachel made a face at the mention of her first boyfriend's name.
"Exactly, now describe him to me."
"He was self-centered, thought he was superior, and didn't care who he stepped on to get what he wanted."
"Sound familiar?"
Rachel looked down at her hands realizing Quinn was right. "But you still didn't answer my question. Why do you hate me?"
"I never said I hated you."
"But you said you wanted to punch me in the face and on more than one occasion."
"Yes, when you sang that offensive song. Then you were on this extreme power trip. Everything was me, me, me."
Rachel opened her mouth to inform Quinn the offensive song was intentional. But the memory of picking the song with Finn made the young diva's eyes get teary. She closed her mouth and turned her attention back to the piano. Rachel placed her right hand on center C slowly pressing the ivory keys under her five fingers one by one.
The blonde cheerleader watched the brunette clam up and turn her attention back to the baby grand. This action confused the blonde. She has said some pretty hateful and hurtful things to the diva, but has never gotten a reaction like this. What she said wasn't even hurtful just informative. The tears slowly started to fall down Rachel's face.
"Rachel?" Quinn asked placing her hand on the diva's shoulder.
The brunette took her hand off the piano and turned to look at the cheerleader still sitting next to her. "What's wrong?" Quinn asked when eye contact was made.
Rachel looked into the cheerleader's eyes, trying to read them. She didn't trust the cheerleader, but her eyes were concerning, and caring. "Why do you care?" she replied instead.
"I don't know. But I know when I was feeling alone after getting kicked out of the cheerios you convinced me to come back to glee. I know it was because you needed that twelfth member… but it made an impact on me. I guess I feel like I owe you a little."
Rachel nodded at the comment. She lowered her gaze whispering, "Finn broke up with me."
Quinn was dumbstruck. "But why? I mean he was totally love smitten when I tried to seduce him. And if anything I was expecting you to after you found out about Santana. That fight in the green room was pretty intense."
"When I was mad at him, Noah came to my aid. One thing led to another and we…" Rachel paused.
"Don't tell me you had sex with Puck too?"
"What, oh god no, we just made out. When Finn and I made up I confessed what I had done with Noah. Then he dumped me."
"For making out with Puckerman?" Quinn asked for clarification.
"Yes."
Quinn shook her head letting out a little laugh.
"It's not funny," Rachel said trying not to yell.
"Sorry. I find it ironic that he broke up with you for making out with Puck. Can you honestly tell me you never made out with Finn when he was still dating me?"
"No."
"Exactly, he's being a hypocrite. It's not the end of the world having him dump you; I mean he isn't the brightest crayon in the box."
Rachel nodded at Quinn's comment. She had forgotten about the few times she had made out with Finn while she was still dating Quinn. One time she had initiated it. The second Finn did, tricking her to rejoin glee after finding out Quinn was pregnant. She also knew that Quinn was right about Finn's intellect. On more than one occasion he made up words and didn't know English words Mr. Shue would sometimes say in glee. Let alone Spanish. He reminded her of a male version of Brittany at times.
"So cheer up, I'm sure in no time you'll trick another guy into puppy love," Quinn responded. The cheerleader began to stand, feeling she succeeded in helping the brunette get over her now ex-boyfriend.
"It's more than that," Rachel mumbled.
Quinn let out a sigh and sat back down. "What do you mean it's more than that?"
"Finn wasn't just my boyfriend… He was my friend."
"Point being?"
"Finn was my only friend."
Quinn raised her hand pretending to swat something away.
"You know it's true. I mean I thought I had at least a few friends in glee, but what happened at sectionals only confirmed that I don't. You all don't like me. You simply put up with me because we need twelve people and my voice."
Quinn couldn't argue with her there. It was true no one in glee could stand the small brunette. She had to have all the solo's and would have a hissy fit when she didn't. Her storm outs didn't affect anyone in the club anymore. "Why did you join glee?"
"To be part of something special," Rachel replied turning her attention back to the piano.
"What makes glee special?"
"Glee allows us to sing with other people who also appreciate music."
Quinn just looked at Rachel in disbelief.
"Ok it allows other people to appreciate my singing, and is a competition which makes singing so much more rewarding. It's also nice to have other people being at the bottom with me. It gets lonely."
"Sounds like you're lonely regardless," Quinn pointed out.
"Have you always been this insightful?" Rachel asked.
"Well I am an honors student. There's a side to me I let people see, and another that I keep to myself. It gets lonely at the bottom, even if there are other's there with you. But it also gets lonely at the top. Maybe you should consider changing how you approach glee. The Rachel that had the girls come together and have our football boyfriends stand up to Karofsky is a more likeable person. Than the Rachel that only cares that her singing voice is heard. We know you have a good voice, but there are eleven, well more like ten other people who have good voices too."
Rachel didn't say anything to the cheerleader's comment. Quinn took it as her cue to leave the diva with her thoughts.
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