"I wanted to talk to you yesterday."

Rachel looked over her shoulder to see Quinn standing a few feet behind her before turning back to what she was doing.

"I hear you had your own identity crisis to deal with."

"Yeah," Quinn chuckled, "Lauren really pulled a number on me. I guess that'll teach me for tormenting her for three straight years."

"It's certainly a cautionary tale." Finally prising her history book from the back of her locker, Rachel closed the metal door and turned to face the other girl. "Are we supposed to call you Lucy now, because that's going to take some getting used to."

"No, I'm Quinn now. Lucy's my past, and maybe it wouldn't hurt to acknowledge that from time to time, but I'm still Quinn."

Rachel shrugged. "I overheard Santana saying she was surprised you didn't have 'Teenage Mom' on your t-shirt of personal shame."

Quinn frowned, "That would have made no sense. I wasn't born pregnant."

Rachel smiled slightly, "Well, you could have chosen 'Future Teenage Mom.'"

"And once again I'm wondering why I bother."

Rachel put a hand on her arm before she could walk away. She was shrugged off, but Quinn turned back to her.

"What did you want to talk to me about yesterday?"

Quinn ducked her head, looking as uncomfortable as she ever did. "I shouldn't have been encouraging you to get a nose job."

"Why wouldn't you? It obviously made you feel better when you had one. I'm perfectly happy to assume that you just wanted me to feel as comfortable in my body as you do in yours."

"No, I wanted you to feel as uncomfortable in your body as I . . . occasionally . . . do in mine."

"Why?"

"Because that would make me feel better. Do you know how annoying it is to see you strutting around here, head high, full of confidence, even though you're . . . you!"

"I'm sorry that my natural optimism offends you, Quinn . . ."

"It's not about your optimism. It's about you."

They'd been talking so long - something they just didn't do - that they were drawing a crowd of spectators. Quinn walked off down the hall but made a subtle hand gesture that encouraged her to follow. They had a lesson together this period so Rachel didn't hesitate to do so, until she found herself in an empty classroom.

"This isn't Spanish."

"What gave it away? Other than the complete lack of Mr. Schue and fifteen other students."

"Well, to start with it's a science lab."

Quinn almost smiled. "I wanted to find you yesterday and tell you not to go through with it. I got distracted before I could and I'm sorry about that."

"I'm glad you didn't."

"Why?"

"Because if you had done, I would have taken your advice to heart and cancelled the procedure then and there."

"And how would that have been a bad thing?"

"I needed to come to the decision on my own. Otherwise I would have always wondered if I'd made the right decision, for me."

"Okay. I feel kind of bad for trying to pressure you into it though."

"You didn't pressure me. You were supportive of my wishes - for the first time ever, well second time ever - and while now I realize you may have had ulterior motives I still appreciate you accompanying me to the doctor's office."

Quinn frowned, "Why are you always nice to me?"

"Well, that's an entirely different conversation and not one we'll probably ever have."

Quinn's frown deepened, but as she shook her head her expression cleared. "For the record, I like your nose. It suits you, and it has character, and . . . Finn was right."

Rachel smiled, "Well, as we're going on record, I liked Lucy's nose, but I also love Quinn's - it's awesome."

Quinn ducked her head again, laughing under her breath. "It actually kind of is, isn't it? It cost a lot of money you know."

"Worth every penny."

"So's yours going to be. You should get it insured in case Finn ever dances near you again."

"I'll look into it."