Hello, fellow Glee lovers. I am absolutely loving writing this fanfic, and I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I love coming up with it. Faberry will be endgame, and that is final. You will not see Quinn with anyone other than Rachel. And the same with Rachel. But that does not mean that they will get together instantly. This story is mostly Quinn's – as for now it is, atleast. I'm trying to do this as realistically I can, so please do not be impatient for the lovely Faberry – I promise you will get what you are craving... Just not so soon! Anyways. Enjoy.

Disclaimers: No, I do not Glee. I also do not own the song "White Houses" sung by Vanessa Carlton, that is used in this chapter. If I owned either of these things, I would be rich and not writing fanfiction.. I would be cuddling with Dianna Agron. Yes, laugh at my dreams. But that's what I'd be doing! ;)

Warnings: Self-harm, sickness, dealing with an eating disorder, explicit sex (in later chapters, don't get too excited!)

Chapter One

Quinn quietly walked into the choir room realizing that she was a minute late to the Glee meeting. No one made notice of her slithering into a seat next to Puck. She decided to not look his way, because she knew that would result in a conversation. And she really did not need that now. Or ever. Mr. Schue was standing in the front of the room, like always. The words "be yourself" underlined on the white board were fading.

"I hope you guys have been searching or have found your song for this weeks assignment." Mr. Schue spoke up finally, taking everyones attention away from what they were doing. No one said anything. No one. Not even Rachel Berry. Eyes were darting around the room. On a usual day, Rachel would already be belting out a show tune. Probably from Wicked. "Uhm, Rachel. Would you like to start us off?"

Rachel's eyes seemed to be full of no emotion. It's almost like her whole face was blank. "How can I find a song about myself, when I don't even feel like myself?" She mumbled while she kept her eyes fixated on the ground.

Quinn spoke up. "Disregarding that," she shifted awkwardly in her chair, looking over towards Rachel. "I have a song, Mr. Schue. And if it's okay with you, I'd like to sing it right now." He nodded, and sat with the students as Quinn made her way up towards the front of the room. She turned towards the band, "Just as we rehearsed, okay?"

"Crashed on the floor when I moved in
This little bungalow with some strange new friends
Stay up too late, and I'm too thin
We promise each other it's till the end

Now we're spinning empty bottles, it's the five of us
With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust
I can't resist the day

No, I can't resist the day

Jenny screams out and it's no pose
'Cause when she dances she goes and goes
Beer through the nose on an inside joke
And I'm so excited, I haven't spoken

And she's so pretty, and she's so sure
Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her
The summer's all in bloom
The summer is ending soon

It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone
But I hold on to secrets in white houses

Maybe I'm a little bit over my head

I come undone at the things he said
And he's so funny in his bright red shirt
We were all in love and we all got hurt

I sneak into his cars cracked leather seat
The smell of gasoline in the summer heat
Boy, we're going way too fast
It's all too sweet to last

It's alright and I put myself in his hands
But I hold on to secrets in white houses
Love, or something ignites in my veins
And I pray it never fades in white houses

My first time, hard to explain
Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think
He's my first mistake

Maybe you were all faster than me
We gave each other up so easily
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been

So I go, and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses
I lie, put my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the five of us in white houses

And you, maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep in white houses
In white houses
In white houses."

All of the Glee club was clapping and smiling. Mr. Schue walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Now that is perfect! That explains you beautifully. Well done, Quinn."

"Thanks, Mr. Schue." Quinn said politely and smiled at her friends and then went back to sit down. Throughout the whole meeting, Quinn was in her own head. She was thinking of new routines for the Cheerios, and the paper she had to write when she got home from school. She wasn't paying attention to anyone else in the room.

"So, I'm your first mistake." Puck said, making Quinn drift out of her head. Quinn looked at him with a puzzled look on her face. "Your song." Puck pointed out, in a matter-of-fact tone. "I was your first, right? So. You're saying Beth is a mistake."

"You're taking it very literally, Puck." Quinn observed while Puck just rolled his eyes. "Yes, Puck. You were a mistake. I would never say that Beth was a mistake. I don't need you in my life. If you didn't get me drunk off of wine coolers, I wouldn't have made the mistake of screwing up my whole life. Oh yeah, thanks for that."

"It takes two to tango, babe." Puck winked, and put his arm around her. "You could've said no. But you know, since I'm such a stud and all, you had to have some of the Puckmeister."

"Seriously?" Quinn's voice was dripping with sarcasm. She quickly threw his arm off of her. "Don't call me babe. Ever again."

The Glee meeting was dismissed by Mr. Schue. Quinn was more than excited to get away from Puck. She was walking briskly out of the room, needing to get to her car as fast as possible. She was desperate to finish her Psychology paper as soon as she could. She accidentally bumped into Rachel, and she immediately stopped in her tracks. Quinn expected a lecture from Rachel about how she needed to pay attention more often. But nothing came out of Rachel's mouth. She didn't even lookat Quinn. Quinn was interested even more than she was before. It's not like Rachel was her favorite person in the world. But she did like her, and she didn't want her this upset. As Quinn was getting her books for her homework, she saw Finn walk past her.

"Hey, Finn." Quinn called out, still piling things from her locker into her bag. "Can we talk for a second?" She heard him stop walking and felt his presence next to her. "It's not like you're in trouble, so you can stop being so tense." Her eyes were still searching her locker.

"Uh, wow. You got a lot of homework." Finn observed, senselessly. "But I really can't talk right now, Quinn. I have to get home. I'm kind of grounded." He stuttered the words. Finn was obviously embarrassed. Quinn rolled her eyes and choked back laughter. "And I have to walk and it takes me a while and I have to be there by five-thirty, and it's 4:45 now.. So. Rain check?"

Quinn slammed her locker shut and turned towards him. "I'm thinking no on the rain check. I'll drive you home, okay? I really need to ask you a couple of things. Don't get your panties in a twist, Finn. It's nothing about you. Or at least I don't think it is.."

Finn smiled. "You'd actually drive me home?" Quinn dismissed his smile and nodded. "Awesome. Thanks." He followed her down the hallway while secretly checking her out. As they made their way out of the school, Finn finally decided to ask what was up with the interrogation. "So, what do you want to ask me?" He was particularly hoping that maybe she was still into him. He could probably go for that... Maybe. He would totally dump Santana for her. He knew that, for sure.

"What the hell is wrong with Rachel?" Quinn asked, genuinely worried. She unlocked her car and got in the front seat and threw her bag in the backseat. "I mean, seriously. Poor girl doesn't even have any emotion in her eyes. She didn't even speak up in Glee club today. Now that is weird."

"Oh." Finn said, disappointed and confused. As Quinn was driving out of the school parking lot, she quickly glanced at him.

"What do you mean? Okay! I get it. It's weird for me to go out of my way to see what's wrong with her. But she's so nice to me. Maybe I should return the favor." Quinn explained, hoping Finn would understand and not think that she was crazy.

"Yeah. Well. I kind of broke up with Rachel." Finn said, a little too quickly.

"What?" Quinn screeched, almost stopping the car. Finn looked at her with wide eyes. "Okay, yeah. Now that's different. I thought you two would get married with bunches of cats and stuff. So how did you break her heart? Because I know she would never break up with you."

"I lied to her about sleeping with Santana and being a virgin. She got mad and kissed Puck. I got angry and broke up with her. Now I'm dating Santana, too."

"...really, Finn? Okay. That could make any girl depressed, so I'm getting the glum mood. But there's something else, isn't there? I mean.. Look at her. There has to be something else."

"Why do you care so much?" Finn asked, wanting to know why Quinn was talking as if her and Rachel were best friends. To be honest it kind of annoyed him and he thought that Quinn would be someone who would back him up, and not Rachel.

"I already told you. Now tell me if there's something else."

"Yeah." He sighed. "There is."

"Well, you idiot. Tell me what it is!" Quinn was getting tired of Finn already. What a surprise.

"One of her dad's might have brain cancer. I dumped her the day after she found out," Finn explained.

Silence filled the car. Quinn had no idea what to say. She wanted to hit Finn uncontrollably. Even if she absolutely hated a girl, or anyone for that matter – she would still be there for them if she knew one of their parents might have brain cancer. Quinn wanted to cry.

"Uhh.." Finn blurted, not knowing what to say or how to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Shut up, Finn." Quinn said through clenched teeth, making the turn into his neighborhood. She pulled over into his driveway once she saw his house. She put the car in park and just stared at him. "How could you?" She whispered.

"What?" Finn was in complete shock. Out of all things, he wasn't expecting her to say this. Maybe he was expecting her to feel bad for Rachel. But, no. He didn't expect this.

"I said, you asshole. How could you? She needed you. So badly. She kissed Puck. I had sex with him and you still took me back. I had sex with him and was carrying his baby! She's in pain. She's in love with you. She needed you. You know she has no one. She has to deal with all of this on her own now. You could've at least be a friend. But got with Santana. She needed you, Finn. And all you did was hurt her. So. How. Could. You? I can't believe how angry I am with you. Just get out of my car." Quinn was screaming. She wouldn't let that behavior fly with anyone she knew. Especially when that person was Finn Hudson treating Rachel Berry that way. True, she and Rachel weren't friends. But Rachel was alone. And Quinn knew how it felt to have everything fall apart and to have no one be there for you. And when that happened to Quinn, Rachel was there for her. So it was Quinn's turn.

"Quinn, I really think you're being ridiculous." Finn was flustered.

"GET. OUT. OF. MY. CAR." Quinn screamed at the top of her lungs, completely done with Finn's bullshit. She took a small breath and looked at Finn, who was obviously frightened by her outburst. "Just get out please, before I hit you or something." Finn quickly got out of her car and walked into his house. She pulled out of his driveway and made her way home quickly.