“…Are you okay?” The smaller girl approached the blonde with apprehension. She noticed her tears and was almost…pulled to Quinn, to reach out and help her. She flattened out her skirt as she took a seat next to the cheerleader. “Don’t cry, Quinn.”
“…No. I’m a screw up, Berry. I’m a screw up and I’m going to be stuck in this town for the rest of my life, and you’ll be prancing on Broadway with your Tonys and your Oscars…” Quinn threw her hands up in the air to better portray her point as the tears fell down from her cheeks and into her lap. “No one cares if I try anyways, so what’s the point?” She turned to look at Rachel with red eyes.
“Quinn…You’re not a screw up. You’re smart, you’ve got your good grades, you’ve got beauty, and more importantly, you’ve got us, the glee club. We care. I care.” Rachel put her hand on Quinn’s. “I want you to try. I want to see you leave this town with no regrets, Quinn. I care, believe it or not.” The blonde struggled to keep from crying more from Rachel’s generosity.
“You’re the first person that ever has.”
