Hi peeps. This is my second story so I hope you enjoy it. I can't promise that a new chapter will be posted frequently but I will try. Supernatural is placed in S7 and the Glee series has already finished. Like my other Quinntana story, I will add song lyrics to every chapter. (Don't ask why because I don't know).

We don't talk anymore
We don't talk anymore
We don't talk anymore
Like we used to do

- We Don't Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth ft. Selena Gomez

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the story and any OC's

Quinn's POV:

I feel a presence in the room.

Pretending to still be asleep, I slide my hand under my pillow.

My fingers curl around my dagger and silently, I unsheathe it.

I feel it right next to my bed.

I pull the dagger out from under my pillow.

With my face still stuffed in the pillow, I aim it in the right direction for the perfect kill.

I throw it.

Nothing happens.

I don't hear anything.

I should have known.

"Cass, I told you a million times to never watch me when I'm sleeping. It's creepy." I lift my head to yell at the angel. I'm so annoyed right now... and tired... and I have an insane hangover. I shouldn't have had so many tequilas last night. Maybe if I hadn't, I wouldn't have to see a trench coat obsessed angel who has pulled the dagger out from his chest and has a small smirk on his lips. "Shut up."

He gave a slight laugh. I hate that he is so amused with my hangover. "Need help?"

"No" Total lie.

"You are so stubborn." He says. Before I can object, he places his hand on my forehead. My headache and my tiredness is gone by the time Cass removes it.

Sometimes I really hate it when he pulls all of that angelic crap on me. The guy has a big heart but sometimes he needs to let me deal with my own problems. He acts like a dad. I immediately push the thought out of my head before I can picture my asshole of a father, John Winchester. Even when he's dead, I still manage to hate him to no end.

"I didn't need your help." I snatch my dagger back from Cass and get up from the World's Most Uncomfortable Bed. Wisconsin motels aren't all the best and I should know, I've spent a third of my life living in motels from all over America.

I have been moving from motel to motel ever since I left the Fabray's. They're good people, really. They took me in when no one else would because no one knew anything about me except that I was found in an abandoned building. I refused to say anything about my life to the police who found me so they decided to just put me into a foster home instead of trying to find my dad. I am so grateful.

I stayed in that foster home for a few months until Russell and Judy Fabray adopted me. They also had a daughter named Frannie who I eventually got along with.

It was a good change, having a sister since I only had brothers and a dad who abandoned us at the next motel.

The Fabray's taught me how to be civil and kept me away from any possible weapon after finding out my need to have something to defend myself at night. It took a lot of convincing but I gave them the exact same dagger I just stabbed Castiel with.

I've had that dagger since I was 6, a year before I ran away. The dagger was a birthday present from a hunter named Bobby. Normally you shouldn't give a 6-year-old an eight inch dagger for her birthday but my life wasn't really normal back then. But either way I still kept the dagger since it's pretty much my only childhood possession from my family. Even if Bobby isn't biologically my family he was always more of a dad than John Winchester ever was.

"Why are you here?" I ask.

"I think you should talk to Sam and Dean." Of course. This shit again.

"Cass, you asked me fifty times to talk to them and yet I haven't. Take a hint. I don't want to talk to them."

Castiel has been annoying me with the idea of getting close to my brothers ever since he found me, about a month after he raised Dean from Hell. He said he knew I was a Winchester. He even looked into my soul to check (and may I just say, most painful experience I ever had to do).

It just doesn't feel right to walk back into their lives as if I never left. I left when I was 7 and Dean is my twin so he might remember me but Sam was only 3 so I doubt it. He doesn't even know he has a sister and Dean thinks about me from time to time but never tells Sam anything about me. (I know all of this because of Cass).

I know if I come back than there will be some serious tension between my brothers and I don't want to deal with a brother hating the other. Plus, it's safer if I keep under the radar or else every monster out there will be after us. We're Winchesters and no matter how many monsters and demon we kill, there will always be more out there.

If they're smart enough, they will band together and start another apocalypse. I really don't want that to happen.

"I know you don't want to talk to them-" Cass starts.

"-Well, then stop trying."

"But you should. You guys are family."

"Biologically, yes. Legally, I'm a Fabray."

"Since when do you care what's legal?" He has a point but there's no way I'm telling him that.

"Cass, I left so I wouldn't have to live a Winchester's life. So I could have a normal life and I have that as a Fabray. Why should I go back now?"

"Why did you leave?" I know he wasn't talking about the Winchester's. He's talking about the Fabray's.

"You already know." I don't have to tell him anything I haven't already.

Castiel drops the subject and hands me a newspaper from his trench coat. I take it and read the front page.

"Another case?" He nods and leaves in the blink of an eye. The guy never uses a door, he just disappears. I guess he had something to do.

I take a quick shower and get dressed. I decide on black jeans, a grey shirt with a crimson, leather biker jacket on top, and my black, leather boots. I ditched sundresses and flats a long time ago. It would be hard to fight wearing a dress. I prefer something more comfortable. Sue me.

I sheath my dagger and slide it into the inside of my boot. I know I'm not coming back and I have just about nothing worth keeping so I leave with my dagger and the newspaper. I give the key back to the receptionist and get into my car outside the motel. It's nothing fancy, just a grey car. I'm not a car geek so I don't know anything else about it.

Throughout the drive towards Detroit, I think about my past and my future.

I really hate what my life has become.

Santana's POV:

"Santana!" Ugh. Why now? "Wake up!"

"Get out of my room, Berry." I try to yell at the annoying diva but the words were muffled because I had my face in my pillow. I doubt she heard me.

"Oh my god." I hear Rachel mutter under her breath but then she went back to yelling. "Wake up, already!"

I just groan in response. I don't want to get up.

Rachel huffs and finally leaves the room. Just when I was positive she will leave me alone, I hear the diva come back. My head was still stuffed in my pillow so I didn't know she was holding a bucket full off freezing cold water until she dumps it on me.

I lift my head up and gasp from the sudden coldness. I flip myself onto my back and glare at the diva. I'm so pissed I think the water in my hair is heating up, almost steaming.

"Berry, there better be a fire or else I'm going to light you on fire!" I say threateningly.

"There isn't a fire-" I cut her off by jumping out of my bed. Rachel stops talking and runs out of my room, me following close behind her.

"Kurt! Help me!" Rachel screams but no Kurt comes to her aid. A wicked smile spread across my face.

She screams again and tries to run faster. We probably ran through the entire house three times so I ended up chasing her into the backyard where Kurt was.

Rachel runs past him. When I try to pass, he grabs me from behind and holds me back. Rachel stops a few metres away from me and Kurt but that didn't stop me from trying to claw at her throat. I gave up after a couple of minutes and Kurt lets go of me.

"Why can't we have just one normal, descent morning?" Kurt asks. He turns to me and motions to my soaking clothes. "And Santana, what's with all that?"

"Berry did this!"

"Because she wouldn't wake up." Rachel objects.

"Why does it matter? We have nothing important to do."

"Uh, yes, we do." I look at the brunette, questioningly. "You promised that you will come with me to drop Jacob off at school." I groan.

Jacob is Rachel's son (don't ask me how she got laid by a guy because I have no idea) and today is his first day of school. How could I forget that? Rachel has been annoying me with it for the past month.

"Oh right, I forgot." Rachel looked like she was going to chase me around the house. She must be pretty pissed that I forgot one of her son's firsts. She would have lunged at me if it weren't for Jacob.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Jacob ran into the backyard and jumped into his mother's arms. Rachel relaxed when she saw her energetic 4 year old. He has her skin tone and her hair but he has his father's eyes. Speaking of his father, Mason comes out after Jacob. Mason has blue eyes and dark hair. He also has pale skin which kind of makes him look a bit creepy but he's really sweat when you get to know him.

"Morning, sweetie." Rachel greets her son with a smile. She gives Mason a morning kiss causing me to look away and gag. Jacob doe the same.

"Get a room, lovebirds!" I interrupt.

"Like your room? Because they already did it there." Kurt informs me. WHAT?! Oh that, scheming, little, bitch! She's paying for my new bed.

The two break apart (finally) and pay attention to Jacob who has been talking non-stop about starting school. He totally got that from Rachel. He then notices me and my soaking pyjamas.

"Why are you wet, Tana?" That's what he calls me. That or Aunt Tana.

"Your mom thought it was a smart idea to wake me up with ice freezing water." I say, glaring at Rachel.

"Bad idea, mommy." He shakes his head at Rachel and I can't help but smile. This kid is totally my favourite.

"Say that again and maybe I won't take you out for ice cream after school." Rachel gives Jacob the 'mom' look.

"Now, now. He has a point. You should really listen to your son more." I say to Rachel who just glares at me.

"Say that again and maybe I will kick you out." I shut up after that.

Technically, I don't live here. I just prefer to stay here because I don't want to go back to our old apartment. Soon after Rachel got onto broadway, she moved out with Kurt and bought this big house. They invited me to come whenever I want but I declined. I said I didn't want to be 'living with Lady Hummel and RuPaul for the rest of my worthy life'. It was okay having the entire apartment to myself for the first few months. But then it started getting lonely so I started spending more time over here and I even got my own room with a door.

The lovebirds leave to get Jacob ready for school, leaving me and Kurt outside.

"You didn't want to get up just because you're a lazy ass, did you?" Kurt asks me.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Did you have another dream about a certain blonde?" I know what certain blonde he is talking about.

I blush and hesitated. "Yes." I whisper.

He nods in an understanding way. "And I'm guessing that the water wasn't the only thing that made you wet?"

"Shut up, Lady Hummel." He laughs and goes back inside. Now alone, I get lost in my own thoughts.

Quinn.

Every time I hear the name I end up missing her more and more. I haven't heard from her in a long time. There were occasional texts where she tells me how she's doing but that's just about it. I don't know where she is, where she works, or if she's married and has children.

The thought kills me. I want to be the one she marries and has children with. I miss her so much. I've tried calling her millions of times but she must have changed her number.

What if the reason we don't talk anymore has to do with me? What if she doesn't like me anymore? I don't know if I could live with myself if that was the case.

I just want to see her again.

So R&R to tell me what you think. And if you want to read a vampire Quinntana story, I have one. It's named Living Like A Vampire. I hope you guys enjoy my stories.

I most likely won't update until I get 1 or 2 reviews. I don't want to keep up this story if no one likes it.