Kurt peels onto Rachel's street and comes to a screeching halt in front of her house. He throws his door open and hops out of the car. When she had called him, he knew right away that something serious happened. She was in complete hysterics and he couldn't understand a word she was saying, so he told her he would come by as soon as he could.

He races up the driveway and knocks on the door, waiting for a moment. He hears music blasting inside and figures that it's useless knocking. He tries turning the knob, and luckily, it's unlocked.

"Rachel?" he calls out, letting himself in. He frowns as he listens to Un-Break My Heart blaring throughout the small house.

Kurt now has a pretty good idea of what's going on...

He finds the brunette in a heap on the living room floor, sobbing next to an empty liquor bottle.

He kneels down next to her and carefully taps her shoulder. "Rachel?"

"Kurt!" She looks up at him with mascara running down her face. "You came!"

He grabs the remote to turn down the music and sits on the floor next to her. "I told you I was coming. What's going on?"

Rachel hiccups loudly before the sobs return, "Quinn left me! She left me!"

His suspicions are confirmed. He then wraps an arm around her shoulder. "Oh, honey. When did this happen?"

She tries to pull herself together long enough in order to answer him. "A couple –" she hiccups, "hours ago."

"And you're already drinking yourself to death?"

"I tried to hold it together," Rachel cries. "I really did. But I couldn't and now I'm like this!"

She puts her face in her hands and continues releasing all of her anguish and sorrow.

Since she's not looking, Kurt quickly pulls out his phone and sends a text to Blaine. He says that he's going to stay with Rachel for the night because she was a mess right now and couldn't be alone.

"Okay, up you go." He hoists the woman up off the floor to sit on the couch.

He sits down next to her and she leans her head on his shoulder and sniffles. He sighs to himself. It was Jesse St. James all over again...

"Do you want to talk about what happened?"

"I'm so stupid," she slurs sadly. "I'm always fucking up this...and that...and –"

"Rachel, talk to me. Just tell me what happened."

"It all started with that idiot Marley girl," she snarls.

"Okay, who's Marley?"

"She's as dull as a dishwasher. I kept getting jealous but I shouldn't have because Quinn loved me and I don't know why I couldn't just trust her. And then I called her a child. Then I saw Finn."

"Sweetie, slow down. You're losing me." Kurt was beyond confused.

Rachel shakes her head, ignoring him. "And then Quinn had to go to the hospital."

"Wait, what!"

"Because I pushed her," she turns to him and widens her eyes. "I pushed her really hard! Oh god!"

"Rachel, were you fighting?"

"I didn't mean to! I pushed her and she hurt her arm."

"Is that why she ended things?"

"No," she hiccups. "She said that all we do is fight and we can't trust each other. And that we weren't ready to be together."

Kurt still didn't know much about Quinn, other than she was really young and really really pretty. Besides that, the girl was still a complete mystery to him.

"Rachel, maybe she was right. Maybe you weren't ready for this."

She frowns, "What do you mean?"

"I mean you just barely got divorced this year. Quinn's a young, beautiful girl in college. Maybe this was just a rebound for you. Something to help you get over Finn."

"Quinn is not a rebound," she snaps. "And I love her. Probably more than I loved Finn."

"Alright calm down. I'm sorry, okay?" He didn't mean to make her feel defensive. "Obviously I don't really know anything about your relationship with her."

"And trust me, I never would have willingly chosen to fall for her."

"Why do you say that?"

"I," she frowns to herself. "I need more vodka."

Kurt sighs as Rachel gets up and stumbles to the kitchen. She returns with more vodka as promised and starts drinking straight from the bottle.

"Okay..." He takes the bottle away from her. "I think that's enough for you."

Rachel pouts, but doesn't argue with him. She's going to have one hell of a headache tomorrow.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this. Even I think I look crazy."

"Nothing I haven't seen before," he smiles reassuringly.

"I just don't have anyone else to talk to."

Kurt frowns, "You can't talk to Judy about these things?"

She shakes her head, "No. Judy would be so mad if she knew I was dating Quinn."

"Mad because Quinn's a girl?" He doesn't recall Judy ever having a problem with gay people. "Or because she's so young?"

"Because Quinn's her daughter."

"What!" He sits up and gapes at her.

Her mouth drops open. "What?"

"Quinn is her daughter?" he squeaks.

"Yes..."

"Jesus Christ, Rachel." He rubs circles on his temples. "Did you ever once think that this is probably a bad idea?" he scolds.

"Of course I did. But Quinn and I aren't related. You know I was adopted," she defends.

"And you think reminding Judy of that would have made her okay with this?"

"No...But I was going to tell her. I'm still going to tell her. One day."

He shakes his head quickly, "Bad idea. I highly recommend keeping it to yourself. There's no reason she ever has to know about it now. You and Quinn aren't together anymore, remember?"

Kurt thinks that Quinn did them all a favor at this point. Maybe she is a smart girl after all.

"But we will be!"

"Rachel..."

She starts crying again as she thinks about everything she ever wanted to do with Quinn. "We're going to get married and move away and have kids and be so happy. Just you wait!"

"Rachel," he tries again. "She just broke up with you. You can't plan a life with someone if they don't want to be with you."

"I need to get her back, Kurt!"

He knows there's no getting through to her tonight. Not when she's like this.

"Okay Rachel."

"You have to help me get her back," she pleads with him.

"Why don't we sleep on it tonight and talk about it again in the morning?"

He pulls her off the couch and guides her to the bedroom.

"I know! I'll call her!"

She grabs her phone on the night stand, only for it to be snatched away by Kurt and shoved in his pocket.

"For the love of god, Rachel," he gripes. "Go to sleep."

She sits on the bed and glares at him, holding out her hand. "Give me my phone! I want to call Quinn."

"You're drunk. And I really doubt she wants to talk to you."

Rachel whines and curls up on the bed. She knows he's right. She just wants to hear her voice.

Kurt sighs and rubs her shoulder sympathetically. "I'm sorry, Rachel. I know that this hurts a lot. But you really need to get some rest. Things won't seem so bad tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," she whimpers softly.

"I'm gonna crash on your couch. Let me know if you need anything." He then steps out and closes the door, leaving her alone to her thoughts.

She hugs her pillow and imagines Quinn. Her Quinn. Her perfect Quinn.

Maybe this is all just a bad dream. Maybe she'll wake up tomorrow with Quinn in her arms.

More tears fall and she knows she won't be getting much sleep tonight.

At around seven in the morning, Rachel rolls over in her bed and sighs. She's only had a few hours of sleep, and she knows trying to go back to sleep would be futile.

She slowly gets up and makes her way to the bathroom. She turns on the light and grimaces at what she sees in the mirror. She looks like shit. No, she looks like death.

After washing up, she goes out to the living room to see Kurt asleep on her couch. She internally face palms as she thinks about the night before and all that she told him.

She nudges him lightly, causing him to open his eyes.

"How are you awake?" he groans.

"I didn't get much sleep. You want some coffee?"

"Yes please. Just give me a minute," he says as he starts stretching.

Rachel goes into the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot. She opens a cupboard to grab a couple of mugs and feels her heart lurch when she sees Quinn's favorite blue mug. She quickly grabs it for herself to use.

Kurt comes in a few minutes later when the coffee is ready. "Morning," he murmurs sleepily while pouring himself a cup.

She smiles politely back at him. "Did you sleep okay on the couch?"

"As good as I would sleep on any couch," he shrugs.

She stands there awkwardly, trying to think of something else to say.

"I don't think I told you last night, but thank you for coming." He didn't have to come. And he certainly didn't have to stay after everything she told him. But he did. And he was still there, which was a lot more than Rachel could ask for.

"It's fine, Rachel. Being alone was the last thing you needed."

She purses her lips and nods, looking down at her feet.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asks.

"Not really," she says softly. He doesn't say anything else, and it makes her nervous. "Are you judging me?"

He sighs, "No. I of all people understand that we can't choose who we fall in love with."

Rachel nods because this is very true. "I never meant for any of this to happen. It just did."

"I know you didn't. Life is just weird like that sometimes. I don't think any less of you because you're only human."

She smiles.

"Everything suddenly makes sense now," he adds. "I just knew there was something about her that felt familiar."

"I'm sure you would've figured it out eventually," she huffs.

"Probably."

"So this means I'm guaranteed to see her again at some point. I don't know if this is a good or bad thing." She knows that she can't run away this time. Not again at least.

"You can't avoid seeing them forever. Just give it some time and maybe you'll be okay with being around her again."

Rachel already knows that she can't do that. She'll never be able to look the girl in the eyes and not be overwhelmed by the love she has for her.

"I can't, Kurt. I can't go on without her. I need her back."

"Rachel..."

"Please. I know I've already asked too much of you. But I really need you to support me with this."

He sighs, "I just don't want you to get hurt any more than you already have. Not just with Quinn, but everything that's happened before."

She understands where he's coming from. It's like her life continuously shits all over her with every choice she ever makes. And she's done with it.

"I know I've made a lot of terrible decisions in my life. But Quinn is not one of them. She's the one thing I know in my heart that I got right."

Kurt chews his lip and smiles sadly. "You know, Blaine cheated on me once. It was a couple of years ago."

Rachel gasps, "I didn't know that." They seem so happy together that she never would have guessed.

"It was with some guy that he met online," he shrugs. "Or an app. I don't know. But anyway, he told me he did it because we had become so distant and were fighting all the time. I was angry of course. God, I was so angry."

"But you were able to forgive him right away because you love him?"

"Hell no," Kurt chuckles. "I broke up with him and moved back in with my dad. We didn't get back together until a few months later. When we were both ready."

Realization dawns on Rachel. "Because you needed that time apart."

He nods. "The main thing I learned from the whole ordeal was that no matter how much you love someone, you need to be the best version of yourself that you can be. Otherwise it'll never work."

She takes a deep breath, "So I need to work on myself."

"In the meantime, yes. If you honestly believe that you and Quinn will end up back together, then I have no doubt you will be. But for now, you definitely need to work on yourself."

"Looks like I've got my work cut out for me," she rolls her eyes.

"Let's just take this day by day. How's your waitressing job going?"

Rachel shrugs, "I hardly get paid anything. Most of the money comes from tips. And I haven't been getting many hours lately. I guess it's like a hobby more than anything else."

"How about this, I'll see what openings I have at my store that you would be good for."

"Kurt, you really don't have to do that. You've done enough for me already."

He holds a hand up to stop her. "We're going to need help with the holidays coming up, so you'll really be doing me a favor. And you'll be making a lot more there than you would waitressing. Plus, serving food isn't really you."

She laughs. "That's true. But only if you're really okay with this..."

"Of course! You just can't tell other employees that we're good friends. So I don't get in trouble for fraternizing."

"I'm sure I can manage."

"Great!" He outs his empty mug in the sink. "Well anyway, I have to get going. But I will definitely call you later on today after I find out what positions are open."

She tugs him closer and latches her arms around his neck in a tight hug. "Thank you so much. For everything."

He smiles before pulling out of the embrace and placing his hands against her shoulders. "Everything is going to be okay. I promise."

After all the happened over the past few days, Rachel was starting to believe that maybe things really would be okay.

Kurt wasn't kidding when he said that they needed help for the holidays. The Calvin Klein store had sales going through the roof, and Rachel had definitely found herself busy.

Thanks to Kurt, she had gotten the position of a sales associate. She promptly quit her job at Breadstix. And after working at the store for over a couple of weeks, she felt like she had the hang of it.

With her schedule, she was still was able to help out with coaching at glee rehearsals every day, also thanks to Kurt. Blaine was really pushing the kids for perfection since sectionals was only a month away. Nevertheless, Rachel enjoyed helping with the choreography and vocal exercises. Thanksgiving was only two days away, and she was looking forward to a small break.

But no matter how occupied she made herself out to be, she still couldn't stop thinking about Quinn.

She wonders how she's doing with everything. How she's doing in school and at work. How she's doing at home. How she's been dealing with their break up. And of course, if she thinks about Rachel just as much as Rachel thinks about her.

As she adjusts the blouse on one of the mannequins, she feels someone's presence beside her. They clear their throat.

"Can I help you?" she asks politely, still focusing on her task.

"For starters, how about some fucking eye contact?"

Rachel's hands drop down to her sides and her eyes widen as she turns around. "Santana?"

The girl smirks, "You are literally the last person I would expect to run into here."

"Oh my god!" Rachel can't help it. She lunges forward and encases the girl in an enormous hug.

"Whoa, okay then." Santana awkwardly pats her back.

"What are you doing in Lima? Quinn said you wouldn't be coming back for the holidays."

"Well, me and Brittany worked out a deal with the folks and agreed that we would come up for Thanksgiving, and they would come down for Christmas. But it's all good since my dad's a doctor and has frequent flier miles and all that shit."

"That's great!" Rachel beams.

Santana eyes her. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you missed me."

"I...well I –"

"Or you just miss Quinn. And seeing me somehow makes you feel closer to her in some fucked up psychological way."

Rachel snaps her mouth shut because that was pretty spot on.

She rings her hands together, mustering the courage to ask. But nothing's coming out. She's almost too afraid to ask...

Santana notices this and rolls her eyes. "Go ahead. Ask me."

"How's Quinn doing? I mean...I just want to make sure that she's been okay."

The girl shrugs, "She's doing all right I guess. Just really focused in school. And she's been picking up a lot of extra shifts at work. And I've only been in town for a couple days, but Marley's been over a lot."

Rachel instantly deflates at the mention of Marley. "Oh. Okay."

"I can't stand that fucking girl anymore. You have no idea. I'm so close to tossing her out a window."

"Why? What's she been doing?" Rachel frowns.

Santana freezes, as if she's trying to choose her next words carefully. "I just...think she's annoying."

"Really?" Rachel's not convinced.

"Listen, don't worry about her. Quinn's still in love with you. Like...she just loves you."

She feels butterflies in her stomach. "How do you know that?"

"Because she told me! She's told me like ten times since I've been back. She says that she's always thinking about you and...Hey, stop smiling at me like that. It's weird."

Rachel doesn't care that she looks like a buffoon. "She really said that?"

Santana sighs, "Yes, she did. Look, I don't ever say shit like this, but I'm really rooting for you."

She's taken aback by this. She actually has Santana's support? "You think there's still a chance for us?"

The girl nods, "Yeah I do. You just have to give Quinn some time to pull her head out of her ass. Trust me. She's my best friend. And after how much she's helped with me and Brittany, I just want to see her happy."

Rachel nods with a smile, "That's sweet of you."

"Yeah whatever. Anyway, I'm ready to check out now."

"Oh! Of course."

They go to the register where Rachel rings her up. "Doing some holiday shopping?" she asks as she hands over Santana's change.

"Yeah. It's one of my Christmas presents for Britt. She loves that perfume."

Rachel frowns and pulls the small box out of the bag to examine. "But this is for men..."

Santana promptly yanks it away. "Don't get started with me."

Right then, Kurt comes out of the back room and skips towards them excitedly.

"Rachel, when you have a minute, I have something to tell you!" He turns to Santana and narrows his eyes, "Didn't I ban you for shoplifting?"

"Yeah like three years ago. Get over it already." Santana smirks before turning on her heel and walking out of the store. "See you later, Rachel!" she calls out.

"Bye!" Rachel waves.

Kurt turns to her, "Please don't tell me you're friends with her."

Rachel smiles and simply shrugs. "You had something to tell me?"

"Yes! Guess what the Lima Community Theatre is having auditions for tomorrow?" he sing-songs.

She groans, "Kurt, I've already said I'm not doing Rocky Horror with you. The production from back in college was a disaster."

"No, that was last month. But they're doing White Christmas for the holiday show this year."

"Oh. That...doesn't sound as bad as Rocky Horror."

"We put on a White Christmas production in high school," he reminds her.

"I know. I was there. And we killed it."

He throws his hands up, "Which is exactly why we're auditioning tomorrow!"

"I don't know, Kurt. I'll think about it."

"Come on, Rachel! We haven't done a stage production since college! It'll be good for you."

She quirks an eyebrow. "Who's to say I'll even get a part?"

"You're Rachel Berry. Of course you'll get a part. And hopefully I will too."

She sighs, "Blaine can't audition with you?"