A/N: Hey guys! So this is yet another story in the Hockey and Heartbreak Universe. This one is about what happens to Quinn after she left McKinley after Don't Forget Me.

This is also a bit of a Degrassi crossover. Much in the way that Hockey and Heartbreak, the first story in this series is.

I hope you enjoy it.

Happy Reading!

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own: Glee, Degrassi, any characters, places, words or phrases from the aforementioned television shows, L.A., Micheal Kors, Jimmy Choo or anything else you can find outside of fandom.

THIS STORY IS UNBETA'D. ALL REMAINING MISTAKES ARE UNINTENTIONAL. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.

The moment Quinn Fabray arrived back in L.A., she decided to take charge of life. She had broken everything in her life. She had gone back to Lima and not only embarrassed herself but she hurt Mercedes, and that wasn't setting well with her.

She took a deep breath as she stepped into the posh office building.

"Good afternoon, Miss Fabray." the slender girl behind a glass desk said as Quinn stepped out of the elevator on the tenth floor.

"Hello Darlene. Is Dr. Shore ready for me?" she asked gripping her oversized Micheal Kors bag in both of her hands.

"Not quite." she said. "She's in with a patient right now."

"Ok." Quinn said with a smile. She dropped her purse in one of the suede armchairs that sat facing the wall of windows. The office overlooked L.A. and the view was amazing. Quinn pulled off her yellow leather jacket and placed it in the chair with her purse. As she stood gazing out the window a memory flashed through her head.

"Sam, Mercedes." she had said between sobs. "I'm so sorry. I was completely out of line and I hope that you can forgive me for everything that I've said and done since I've been back here. I'm sorry." She had been so foolish. She had been so...ridiculous. How could she have even thought that for one minute that she and Sam would have anything again? Their senior year he had made it pretty clear that he wanted nothing other than friendship. She just hoped that after the McKinley High horror show that at least Mercedes could forgive her.

"Quinn?" Dr. Shore called from her now open office door. "I'm ready for you." she nodded, grabbed her jacket and purse and followed the tall woman in her office. "How are you?"

"Um, I'm good." Quinn said with a smile. She placed her purse and jacket beside the black suede chair before taking a seat. She flattened her black knee length halter dress and straightened the yellow belt that cinched her waist, crossed her legs at the ankles, showing off her yellow Jimmy Choo pumps and she made sure the high pony was in place. She smiled to herself and thought, "Old habits die hard." as she pulled the sides of her ponytail.

"That's good to hear." Dr. Shore said with a gentle smile. Quinn smiled back and she tried to keep her mind on the session but she was always distracted at first by Dr. Shore. She was a tall woman with an amazing body that she never showed because she had no idea how to dress herself. Today, she wore a long brown caftan that had a braided belt that was hidden beneath her breasts. Had the woman never heard of tightening the straps on her bra? She had on plain white pumps with a two inch heel and large wood jewelry. Her hair was up in a bun that was immaculate but her make-up was way to 80s but her tan skin was flawless except for the barely visible lines at her eyes and around her mouth.

"Thanks." Quinn said finally bringing her attention back to the session and not the fashion disaster sitting in front of her.

"How was your trip home?" Dr. Shore asked. Quinn was silent. She knew that the topic of returning to Lima would come up because they had talked about it in her last session before she left.

"Um..." Quinn started. She wasn't sure how to tell her therapist that she lost her mind momentary and she tried to steal someone's husband and in turn made a complete ass out of herself. "It was eventful."

"What happened Quinn?" she asked grabbing her notebook off the table.

"Well let's see. I tried to break up a marriage. I turned my friends even more against me and I couldn't get my drunk of a mother to stop dropping truth all over me."

"What do you mean?" Dr. Shore asked as Quinn watched her scribble something down.

"Um, like I said I tried to steal someone's husband. Well, somehow my mother knew and she never missed an opportunity to tell me that she knew."

"Why do you think that you tried to steal...who's husband?"

"Mercedes. She's married to Sam."

"Alright. Why do you think that you tried to steal Mercedes' husband?" Dr. Shore questioned. Quinn closed her eyes as the scratching of the pen grated her nerves.

"I thought that...I've told you about Sam." Quinn answered.

"Yes. But is there a reason your avoiding the question."

"I'm not."

"Quinn, why?" Dr. Shore asked calmly.

"I thought that Sam would make me happy. I thought that if he and I were together that I wouldn't need therapy anymore because I would finally be whole."

"Ok, what did you learn?"

"That that was completely ridiculous. That while I do love Sam, I wasn't in love with him and I probably never really was."

"So how is the journaling going, Quinn?" Dr. Shore asked.

"Um ok." Quinn answered. She reached into her bag and pulled out the bright yellow journal. Flipping through the nearly blank pages she mumbled, "I'm not a writer."

"But you remember what we talked about when I gave you that notebook?" Dr. Shore questioned. Quinn smiled nervously and nodded her head.

"You don't have to be a writer in order to journal." she said.

"That's right."

"But I talk much better than I write and I sing better than I talk." Quinn said.

"Ok, how about this? Why don't you try group?"

"You mean going and sitting in uncomfortable elementary school plastic chairs and talking about all the damage I've caused in people's lives including my own daughter." Quinn said. "No thank you."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to talk to strangers about my bullshit mistakes." Quinn answered.

"I'll make you a deal." Dr. Shore said rising from her seat and flipping through some paper on her desk. "If you go to this group, we'll say three times a week, we'll only meet twice a week and no more journaling."

"Where is it?" Quinn asked defeated.

"At the Metro-L.A. Community Center at 7pm." she said handing her a piece of paper with the information on it.

"I'll try it, but I can't promise you I'll like it." Quinn said.

"Give it an honest try, Quinn." Dr. Shore said. "Dr. Glover runs the group. He's a wonderful doctor and I'll let him know that your first couple of times you are just going to observe."

"Alright." Quinn said nodding.

"Good. The first meeting is tonight."

"Thank you, Dr. Shore." she said as she exited the office.