Title: Painting Pavements

Summary: "Don't…don't leave me. Not tonight." Quinn pleaded. Rachel/Quinn Santana/Brittany.

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or any of its characters. I only own the plot.

Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, Santana/Brittany, implied Finn/Quinn and Finn/Rachel

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"Ok, see you after class." Quinn smiled shyly at Finn, pecking him on the cheek. He grinned, walking away, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. From across the hallway, Quinn's soft hazel eyes connected with hard chocolate ones. Rachel glared at her, her face like stone. Quinn rolled her eyes, slamming her locker door shut. Rachel had every right to be jealous. Finn had chosen Quinn over her, after all. What could she say? She was prettier. Not that she thought Rachel wasn't pretty. No, Rachel actually had a certain beauty to her. It's just that Quinn had more. She was more popular, and most likely more street smart. The only thing Rachel had on her was her voice.

"Quinn? Hey, tubers!" She heard Santana bark. She snapped out of her thoughts, turning her attention to the Latina, who gave her a strange look. "So what do you say? You, Hudson, me, and Britt? The movie tonight? Are we still on?" Santana asked.

"Oh! Uh…I thought you hated Finn?" Quinn pointed out, glaring as Rachel slammed her locker shut and stormed away. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Brittany says I should be nice to him." She shrugged, clutching her books to her chest.

"Yeah, Finn's place." Quinn replied.

"See you then." Santana nodded, walking off to the cafeteria.

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"You should tell her." Brittany bluntly said, putting her hair in a ponytail. Rachel looked at her, biting the inside of her cheek. "She thinks you're jealous of her, because Finn chose her over you." Rachel scoffed. She could care less who Finn got together with…as long as it wasn't Quinn. "But I know you're jealous of Finn because he has Quinn and you don't." She shrugged, thinking over the blonde's words. It was true. "You should come on Fondue For Two, tell her how you feel. You can help me convince Lord Tubbington to stop smoking." Brittany suggested.

"Maybe." Rachel nodded. She knew it wasn't going to happen. She'd just make an idiot of herself.

"Or you can come to Finn's tonight. Quinn will be there. San and I are going to have a double movie date with them. You should come. Lord Tubbington's coming." She added, staring at her short friend blankly.

"Oh…thanks. Sure." Rachel smiled.

"Look hot." Brittany grinned, patting Rachel's head before exiting the bathroom. As soon as she was out, she took out her cell phone and texted Santana.

Brittany: I invited Rachel for 2nite.

Santana: What? Y?

Brittany: Cuz she likes Quinn.

Santana: You're kidding

Brittany: No.

Santana: How did I not see this

Brittany: Maybe your gaydar is broken.

Santana: That's impossible

Brittany: Maybe not. I invited Lord Tubbington 2. I think we should hav an intervention.

Santana: Y?

Brittany: He's smokin again :(

Santana: Srry :(

Brittany: Thx. I'll see u 2nite?

Santana: Yep. Bye 3

Brittany: Byeeeeeeee3

That Night

"You what?" Quinn growled, advancing on Brittany.

"I invited Rachel. It's not like she had any plans. It's ok." Brittany explained. Quinn fumed.

"Hey, come on, Quinn. It's fine, Rachel and I are still friends." Finn interjected, trying to calm his girlfriend down. Luckily the small brunette had not yet arrived. Quinn glared at Brittany, about ready to rip her head off. She didn't want Rachel with them. She was no doubt going to be all over Finn, if she got the chance. And then he might fall back in love with her, and I might lose him forever and i…thoughts ran through her head and she began to panic. Brittany's bottom lip began to quiver, and she hid herself in Santana's arms just as she came out of the bathroom.

"What happened? What'd you say to her?" Santana demanded, glaring at Finn accusingly, running her hands up and down Brittany's back. Finn gapped, speechless.

"Why do you always have to blame everything on me?" He stuttered.

"Because you're to blame for everything that's gone wrong since Glee Club started." Santana retorted, sneering at him. Finn looked to Quinn, pleading for help. She only shrugged, agreeing with Santana. It was true. He had done a lot of things wrong. He'd messed up more times than she could count. Not to mention that he and Rachel had lost them their chance of glory with their stupid kiss.

"Quinn?" He asked, blinking at her. She only stared at him, one perfect eyebrow raised. "Wait…you…you think she's right?" He asked incredulously, furrowing his eyebrows. She shrugged, biting her tongue. Finn looked from her to Santana, confused. "Wait…what? Why do you date me, then?"

Shit, thought Quinn. "That's not the point…" She began, but he cut her off.

"It's because of Rachel, isn't it? It's because you can't stand to see her happy. You can't stand to see anyone happy…except yourself. But ask yourself, Quinn. Are you really happy? Are you as happy as Kurt and Blaine are? Are you as happy as Santana and Brittany are, even though they aren't even a couple?" He sneered, moving away from her.

"Hey, watch yourself, Hudson." Santana growled, pointing a finger at him.

"No, you stay away from me. You may have issues, Santana, but that doesn't make them any more important than anyone else's. What, does being a lesbian freak come with your own pity party?" Finn harshly shot back, anger building up inside him. He heard a small choke behind him, and saw Kurt standing at the foot of the stairs, mouth slightly ajar. "Oh, Kurt, I didn't mean…" But it was too late. Kurt had already run up the stairs, tears building up in his eyes. "Shit…" Finn muttered. Brittany held Santana, who had to hold her breath for a solid minute before breathing, or else tears would've poured down her cheeks. Finn's words may not have bruised her exterior, but they stung on the inside. Finn turned to Quinn, fuming. "This is your fault. If you hadn't gotten all physco bitch after you got pregnant, none of this would be happening. Just get out; all of you." He ordered, motioning to the door. Brittany took Santana out to her car, where Santana could finally let her emotions take over. But Quinn stood there, not moving. "I said get out, Quinn." Again, she stood there, letting his words sink in. My fault…she thought. "Get the hell out of here, Fabray!" He gave her a light shove, and she moved about an inch. Finally, the fury building up to him to an exploding point, he gave her a hard shove out the door, and she crashed to the pavement, where she lay right by a now knocked over Rachel Berry.

"Quinn?" Rachel asked, propping herself up by her elbows, her eyes instantly filling with worry at the sight of the beautiful, broken girl before her.

A/N: I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter! I know, Finn probably isn't one for physical violence in a relationship, but hey, it's fan fiction, right? Tell me if the characters are to OOC or anything.