This is the first fic I've felt confident enough to upload. I would really appreciate reviews! XX

Finn walked down the hallway quickly, the bouquet of roses held tightly in his hands. He had messed with Rachel again but he was determined to fix it. Instinctively he walked toward the choir room. As he opened the door a few inches voices wafted out of the room. It wasn't the usual sound of Rachel's haunting voice, however. This was broken, more urgent.

"Please..." It was barely audible. Rachel's voice cracked on that one syllable. "Please" She said again even quieter this time. The desperation made Finn's stomach lurch.

"You were a mistake." Quinn's voice followed. There were short gasps in between her words. It was obvious she didn't believe what she was saying. Apparently Rachel heard it to.
"You don't believe that..." She trailed off. The sound of CD's crashing to the linoleum echoed into the hallway and Rachel followed. There were tears streaming from her eyes. Although she looked at him, she didn't seem to register Finn' presence. He had never seen her so desperate. He thought about what to say to her after witnessing this moment between her and Quinn but when he turned to face her she had already disappeared. There came a choked sob through the doorway.
"I love you." Quinn ran out of the room and crashed straight into Finn. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her and held her at an arms length away as he surveyed her. Her face was contorted and her sobs were being chocked out violently.

"I shouldn't have said that." She said as she tried to control her breathing. Finn considered playing dumb. He thought about pretending he hadn't heard the conversation between them. Everything seemed to vulnerable now, like Quinn would fall ot pieces in his own hands if he said the wrong thing. Before he could consider what to say she was talking again.
"I was the one person she trusted not to break her. I was so scared." In the next moment she had slipped out of Finn's grasp and was already running down the hall in the same direction Rachel had gone. School had ended almost an hour earlier so Quinn's high heels echoed loudly through the hallow passageways alerting Mrs. Pillsbury. She looked through her covered window watching the silhouette of Quinn round a corner with Finn quickly behind her. She got up from her desk and followed, something didn't seem right. She joined them as as they stared into Rachel's locker, only, she didn't know what they were looking for. Quinn's face paled and her hands dropped.

"Shit." It was a whisper but it scared Finn to death. Another chocking sob rang out of Quinn as her hands threw open Rachel's bag. The noise of school books and pens parading to the floor was unbearably loud when Quinn dropped her bag. Finn and Emma hadn't begun to understand but Quinn was already screaming. She ducked around a corner and then she was gone.

It took Finn and Emma almost a full minute before they registered where she had gone. Emma's wide eyes were wider yet as she looked to Finn for some sort of explanation. She knew something bad was happening, she just couldn't figure out exactly what. Finn wished he had some sort of explanation to offer her but instead he furrowed his eyebrows and walked heavily into the girls bathroom. He was expecting drama, it was Rachel after all, but he wasn't prepared for this.

Blood pounded through his head. He was vaguely aware of someone screaming but whether that was Quinn or the red head next to him he couldn't be sure. Emma's hands grabbed Finn's arm desperately as she clung to anything to make the room stop spinning. Quinn was sitting on the floor with her back leaning against the wall half hidden under the cold sinks. Rachel was placed awkwardly in her lap. Her sobs had stopped as she ran her fingers through the brunette hair splayed out in front of her. Quinn's face was emotionless. She was calm. She was no longer crying or trembling. She sat still, finger entangled in Rachel's hair and she looked as she had looked as she looked any other day. Nothing had changed. Until Emma caught a glimpse of Quinn's eyes, that is. Everything Quinn felt was there. Broken, scared, and pleading for help. She had the eyes of a terrified child. Emptiness followed.

"It doesn't have to hurt anymore," Came a small voice from Quinn's lap, "loving you, I mean."

"Of course." Quinn said gently "for you." It was a line they had said since as long as she could remember.