No. It's something else that catches her eye.

Rachel's necklace.

Quinn frowns when she notices her mother just absently staring at her. "Mom? Are you okay?"

"I..." Judy looks back and forth between them both. "I'm sorry. I'm suddenly not feeling too well. I think I need to go home and lie down." She clears her throat and looks away.

"I can ring those up right now if you want," Rachel offers, taking a step forward.

"No thank you," Judy says quickly before placing the clothes on the counter. "I really need to go. Quinn? Are you ready?"

"Yeah," Quinn answers. "I'll drive for you."

Her mother nods. "Let's go."

As they make their way out, Quinn glances at Rachel. The two send each other equal looks of confusion.

"I don't see how an ice sculpture would be unpractical."

"Kurt, it's an outdoor wedding, in the middle of the summer. It won't last an hour into the reception."

"Fine. Whatever. We'll scratch that idea then."

"That's five hundred dollars you can spend somewhere else," Rachel chuckles.

She and Kurt have been at it all afternoon. The days were coming and going quickly, which meant that the wedding was fast approaching. This whole wedding planning thing was a lot harder than she thought it would be, and she definitely had her work cut out for her.

"Are you and Blaine almost done with the guest list? We need to get those invitations out soon. Booking a flight and hotel in New York at the last minute is a nightmare."

"We've narrowed it down to about a hundred and fifty people. And of course, everyone gets a plus one."

"Oh my god..." Rachel groans, laying her face down on the table. "Figuring out the seating arrangement is gonna be a pain in the ass."

Kurt laughs and nods in agreement, but pauses when he hears the front door opening. "Who's that?"

Rachel beams and gets up. "I'll be right back."

She runs to the front of the house to see her girlfriend stepping inside. "Hey you," she greets.

"Hey," Quinn smiles before swooping in for a kiss. "I missed you," she murmurs.

"I missed you too." Rachel squeezes her shoulders before taking a step back. "Is Judy feeling better?"

Ever since the day before when Judy left the store in such a haste, Rachel's been slightly worried.

"She hasn't said anything. When we got home she went straight to her room. But I guess she's feeling better because she's going into work tonight," the blonde shrugs.

"Oh," is all she says.

"Did I come at a bad time?" Quinn asks.

"No! Kurt and I were just going over some wedding stuff."

She takes the girl's hand and pulls her to the dining room.

"Kurt was just telling me they're planning on having over three hundred people," she says as they sit down.

"Are they all going to fit?" Quinn frowns.

"It's a tentative number. But we'll make them fit. And hi, by the way," Kurt smiles at her.

"Hi Kurt. So, what do you guys have so far?"

He moves to the edge of his seat eagerly and grins. "It's going to be elegant, yet we want to keep things simple. We're going with a black and white theme."

"Which is completely overdone," Rachel mumbles.

"Tell me then," he turns to her. "What was the theme at your wedding?"

She furrows her brow, "I got married in a courthouse."

"Exactly. So shut it. Getting married in a courthouse is overdone," he winks at Quinn while Rachel huffs. "We already have our tuxes picked out. They're exactly the same for the most part, only mine is a classic black tie while Blaine is going to wear a bow tie. That's kind of his thing."

"I noticed," Quinn chuckles.

"And we're keeping the menu simple too. There'll be a variety of seafood as well as vegan options for weird people like this one," he points a thumb over at Rachel.

She rolls her eyes. "Kurt, I haven't been a vegan since college."

"So as can see, there's still a lot to decide on." He taps on the large binder in the center of the table. "Why hire a wedding planner when you can drive yourself crazy with Rachel Berry for several weeks?"

"You knew what you were getting into," Rachel points at him. "Now Quinn, would you mind helping Kurt pick out an invitation? He's narrowed it down to thirty templates."

Quinn's eyebrows shoot up. "Only thirty?"

"That's right," he says as he pulls a folder out of the binder. "They're all in here. Knock yourself out."

She opens the folder and begins to look at all of the invitation samples with a frown.

Rachel smiles at her girlfriend and reaches over to take her hand.

"Did Rachel tell you that she'll be performing?"

Quinn lights up, "Really?"

"Just a few songs," Rachel says quickly. "Kurt kept insisting."

"That's great, Rach! I can't wait."

"Whatever can keep her away from the open bar," Kurt teases.

"Ugh," Rachel ignores him and reads over his "tentative" guest list.

After a few minutes, Kurt decides that he hasn't messed with Rachel enough after how much she's annoyed him today. "So Quinn, what do you want your wedding to be like?"

Her eyes widen, and so do Rachel's. "Um...I haven't really thought about it. Like ever."

"Do you want a big wedding or a small, private affair?"

"I'm not sure."

"Or would you rather get married in a courthouse?" He side glances a red-faced Rachel.

"No," Quinn shakes her head. "Not in a courthouse."

"I'm glad that you have more taste than that."

"Thanks?"

"But you do want to get married one day, right? Or are you one of those people that doesn't believe in marriage?"

"I..." she looks to Rachel, afraid she'll say the wrong thing.

"Relax Quinn, I'm just teasing," Kurt smiles. "And don't worry, I'm sure Rachel's been mentally planning your wedding for months now."

"Okay," Rachel interrupts. "I think we're done for today." She snaps the binder shut.

"Aww, but I was having so much fun!" Kurt replies.

"Yeah, yeah. We'll continue this later. For now, I would like to have some alone time with my girlfriend."

He wiggles his eyebrows as he gathers his things and stands. "Have fun you two. It's getting late anyway."

"See you later, Kurt," Quinn smiles.

"Bye Quinn!" he calls out as he makes his way outside.

When they hear the door slam, she turns to Rachel and smirks, "So, is it true?"

"I don't know what you're taking about," the woman sputters.

Quinn gazes at her softly and smiles. "Well?"

Her heart melts at the look the girl was giving her. She clears her throat, "Is what true?"

"Were you really a vegan?"

Rachel's mouth drops open. "You ass!"

"You know you love me," Quinn laughs.

"Yes, I do," she stands with a huff. "I love you very much. But you're still an ass!"

"Hey." The blonde gets up and silences her with a kiss. "I'm your ass."

"That is true," Rachel sighs before ushering Quinn to the bedroom. "Now come on. We have some lost time to make up for."

After Quinn leaves the next morning for class, Rachel decides to sleep in for a couple more hours given that it's one of her days off.

By the time she's showered and ready for the day, it's nearly lunch time. She thinks about maybe going to the university to have lunch with Quinn. But she doesn't remember exactly what time the girl has a break.

She goes to the living room where she had left her phone and sends her girlfriend a text message, but figures she won't respond right away if she's in class.

She jumps when a sharp knock sounds at the door. She frowns as she wasn't expecting anyone to come by, but decides to answer it anyway.

Her pulse quickens when she opens the door and sees who it is. "Judy! Hi!"

The other woman doesn't return the enthusiasm and it makes Rachel uneasy. "Can I come in?"

It's said in such a serious tone that she knows she can't say no.

"Of course! Come on in. I'm not busy or anything."

She steps aside, allowing Judy to wordlessly march inside.

She follows closely behind her to the living room. "So, what brings you here?"

Instead of answering right away, Judy starts observing the room around her. "I don't hear much from you anymore and I'm wondering what you've been up to."

Rachel swallows as she watches her walk around, closely examining everything. "I'm sorry about that. I'm just so busy with work, the glee club, and helping Kurt plan for his wedding."

Judy nods, seemingly ignoring her. She picks up a jacket hanging off the back off the couch. "Isn't this Quinn's?"

"Oh, yes! She must've left it here by accident."

The woman looks her up and down. "I'll make sure that she gets it back."

Her phone suddenly vibrates on the couch with a text message from Quinn. Rachel quickly grabs it and fumbles to put it away in her pocket.

"Is that Quinn?" Judy asks.

Rachel falters before pulling herself together. "Yes! It was. Coincidentally enough, she was wondering if her jacket was here." She forces a laugh and internally face palms at how contrived it sounds.

Judy tilts her head and stares at her. Rachel's never felt so vulnerable or terrified under someone's gaze before. What was she doing?

"That's a lovely necklace."

She doesn't mean to do it. She wants to kick herself for doing it. But her hand somehow decides to bring itself up and cover the necklace.

"I...thanks."

"It's the exact same one that Quinn was so fond of," Judy says as she steps closer. "And now you have one just like it."

"I just –" she takes a deep breath. "I liked it so much that I bought one for myself."

"Is that so?"

"Yes..."

Judy continues to stare her down. And Rachel swears she can feel herself trembling in fear. She really wishes that Quinn were here right now...

"I know that it's you," Judy finally says, her voice laced with venom.

She blinks, stunned. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play stupid with me, Rachel. I know that something is going on between you and Quinn!" She shouts so loud that Rachel quickly takes a few steps back to put some distance between them. In all of her years, she's never seen her this livid before.

"Judy..."

"Have you lost your fucking mind? She is my daughter! Did you forget about that?" Tears of anger were beginning to form in her eyes.

"Please just listen to me," Rachel tries weakly. "I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt."

"I trusted you! I gave you another chance and let you back into our lives and this is how you repay me?"

Rachel shakes her head, her own tears falling down her face.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. What were you thinking?"

"I don't know, okay! It just all happened so fast and we were spending a lot of time together and –"

"And you thought that you could just mess with my only daughter?"

"It wasn't like that! I care about her!"

Judy was fuming and uncontrollably pissed. She then turns herself around to rub her forehead. When she looks at Rachel again, she asks, "How long has this been going on?"

Rachel shakes her head. "I –"

"You tell me right now and don't you dare lie to me!" Judy points a finger in her face. "How long has this been going on?"

"Since last summer," she forces out.

Her sister's expression changes into complete shock. "What?"

"Since last summer," Rachel repeats. "That's how long Quinn and I have been...seeing each other like this."

"Oh my god." Judy feels like she's just been punched in the stomach. "You've been lying for nearly a year?"

"We were going to tell you," Rachel says. "I don't know when. But we were!"

"Do you have any idea how low you've gone? I get that being divorced is hard and all. But to manipulate Quinn like that is –"

"I would never manipulate her! I love her!" Rachel shouts back for the first time.

Judy stops. "What?"

Her words were already out there and she can't take them back. She might as well be completely honest now. "I said I love Quinn. And she loves me just the same."

The other woman is silent once again, letting everything sink in. "Have you..." she turns her head and squeezes her eyes shut, breathing through her nose. "Have you slept together?"

This was the last question that Rachel ever wanted to answer. She hesitates for a moment. "Yes."

The sound of a hard slap echoes across the room as she feels a white hot pain quickly spread across her cheek. She gasps and brings a hand up to the side of her face.

"You're sick, Rachel," Judy spits.

"Please, I'm so sorry!" she cries.

"Oh, you're sorry? Were you sorry when you decided to take advantage of my daughter?"

"I didn't –" She's shoved hard into the wall behind her.

"How could you do this? As if you haven't done enough damage to my family already!"

She shoves her again.

"Judy! Please stop!"

"I hate you. I honestly hate you, Rachel!" Judy screams. "And I'm sure mom and dad are so proud of you right now!"

Rachel openly sobs. She knew talking to Judy about everything was inevitable. She just wasn't expecting it to go like this.

"I'm sorry..."

"You're going to stay away from my family. You're going to stay away from Quinn. Do you understand me? You are dead to me."

She uses any bravery that she has left to shake her head. "I can't do that. I meant it when I said that I loved her. I'm not leaving Quinn."

Judy finally takes a step back and somehow manages to laugh. "You really think Quinn will stay with you? How stupid are you, Rachel?"

She glares, "Quinn won't –"

"Let me stop you right there. The more time that passes, the more she's going to see exactly what you did. She's going to see how you took advantage of her, used her, and messed with her head in this twisted little game of yours. And she's going to hate you for it. She's going to realize that she doesn't deserve to be with a nutcase. Because that's all you are. You're sick and you need serious help."

Rachel has no way to respond to that. All she can do is turn away from Judy's determined gaze.

"Just do everyone a favor, and stay away from my daughter. And never speak to any of us ever again."

"Judy..."

"I'm leaving now." Judy moves back and looks at the woman she used to consider to be her sister. "Because if I stay here any longer, I'm going to kill you."

She then turns on her heel and leaves without another word.

When Rachel is finally alone to let everything sink in, she collapses onto the floor and cries.

Quinn rushes home after class to put her stuff away and go see Rachel. The woman never responded to her earlier message and she hasn't heard from her since. She can't shake this gut feeling that something is wrong.

When she parks her car in the driveway, she throws the door open and rushes inside the house.

As soon as she's inside, she hears a voice call out from the living room, "Quinn?"

She frowns and makes her way over, only to see her parents sitting on the couch, as if waiting for her.

When she locks eyes with Russell, her heart sinks. "What's going on?"

"Sit down," Judy says sharply.

The girl drops her bag to the floor and does as she's told, sitting down across from them.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, she asks, "Mom?"

"I know about Rachel."

Her eyes widen. "How did you –"

"I know everything, Quinn. I thought you were smarter than that. How could you let her do that to you?"

"She didn't do anything to me. I wanted this."

"Just stop, okay? You might be young and naive but she should have known better. She preyed on you, Quinn."

She shakes her head and covers her face with her hands. This isn't happening...

"Mom, you can't just blame Rachel. I took part in this too!"

"And did you never once think about the repercussions of this...relationship?"

"Of course I did."

"I've already talked to Rachel."

Quinn stands and stares down at her mother. "What did you do?"

"I told her to stay away from you. That woman has some serious issues, Quinn. And if you think I'm going to allow you to be anywhere near that, you're completely mistaken. This ends now."

"You can't force me to do anything! I'm not a child anymore!"

Judy stands up and narrows her eyes. "You're still my daughter and you still live in this house!"

"I'm old enough to make my own decisions! Please mom, just trust me. What I have with Rachel isn't what you think it is! This is something very real to me and I want you to see that!"

"This is what she wants you to believe, Quinn! She is sick and she's affecting you!"

Quinn can't take this anymore. She chokes back her sobs and looks at her father, who's been silent throughout the whole exchange. "Dad, do something! Tell her what you told me!"

Judy's shifts her focus over to her husband. "You knew about this?" she snaps.

Russell sighs, "Judy..."

"Am I seriously the last person to know? You knew and you allowed it to continue? How could you?"

"It's not his fault. I made him promise not to tell you," Quinn defends her father.

"Quinn knows what she's getting into," Russell says to his wife. "She was afraid to tell you because she knew you would react this way. I know that this is hard to handle right now, but I trust her judgment."

"And you really think she's making the right decisions? Look at what's happened, Russell!" She turns back to her daughter. "This thing with Rachel is over."

"Mom," she chokes out. "Don't do this. I'm sorry. I really am. But I'm not going to stop seeing her."

"Is that really your decision?"

"I..." She hates being in this position. But she knew it was coming. "Yes."

"Then get out."

She gapes at her mother in disbelief, "Mom..."

"You've made your choice. Now get out of my house. You are cut off and I will not support you anymore. You are not welcome back for as long as Rachel is around. Do you understand me?"

Quinn's whole body shakes. "Please –"

"Get your stuff and get out."

She knows that there's no sense in arguing with her mother when she's as angry as she is right now. So Quinn pulls herself together and quickly goes upstairs.

When she gets to her room, she throws her duffel bag onto the bed and starts shoving as many clothes as she can into it. She then crams all of her school books and laptop into her school bag.

As she's doing so, Russell appears in the doorway. "I'm sorry, Quinn."

"There's nothing you could have done," she says while she multitasks. She grabs some of the pictures off the wall of her, Santana, and Puck.

"No matter what your mom says, I'll still be here for you. You can still come to me if you need any money or anything else," he says sadly.

She shakes her head. "She's right. If I want to be an adult, then I need to act like one."

"Quinn..."

"I'll be fine, dad."

When she feels that she has everything she needs, she looks around to make sure she's not forgetting anything.

She turns to Russell, "Please take care of mom. And make sure that she knows how sorry I am."

"She's going to be okay. She just needs time. But don't worry, I'll keep trying to talk to her." He wraps his arms around his daughter and pulls her into a hug. "I love you."

"I love you too, dad," she replies, fighting back more tears.

"I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

She nods, "Okay." When they pull apart, she grabs her bags. "I should probably get going."

"Will Rachel let you stay with her for now?"

"Of course."