A/N: Okay so for the sake of this fanfic, Finn and Rachel didn't kiss at Nationals. And I love fluffy Fuinn, but a mix of angst and fluff, is so much more fun :P Oh and I just really like the Santana/Quinn friendship.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, if I did I would never have written this because Fuinn would never have broken up! Just thought I should add


Since the glee club was already on a tight budget, they had just decided to get 2 suites, girls and boys. So over the course of those 3 days all the girls had indefinitely gotten closer. More specifically the unholy trinity was once again united.

It was the night after they had lost Nationals. They were all obviously slightly disappointed but nevertheless they were feeling more like a team and bent to have a good time on their last night in New York. All the girls were getting ready to go out to party…

"Well, I'm ready and need to get out of this room, there are like 7 different perfumes in here! We've got like 30 minutes before we meet the boys, lets go check out the salon." Tina remarked, followed by a coughing fit.

"I agree, this lady needs to breath!" replied Lauren as they both walked towards the door.

"Wait, wait for me! Lemme find my hot pumps and I'll come too." Yelled Mercedes frantically looking for what must be the 10th pair she had brought along.

"Here it is! C'mon lets go!" said Rachel.

"We'll be down in awhile!" called out Santana as Rachel, Mercedes, Tina and Lauren walked out the door.

"Britt, can you pass me my lipstick?" Santana called out.

"We shouldn't wear lipsticks because fish smell bad!"

Quinn and Santana looked at each other utterly confused before Santana decided to get it herself.

"Well, while you two hurt the sea, I'm going to go sing about the number 14 to the lift because it only stops on 14…" and with that the happy go lucky blonde bounded away.

On the surface Quinn looked like everyone else, she looked gloomy and everyone thought it was because of their loss at Nationals but even though that was true it went deeper than that. Quinn was upset; the boy she loves had dumped her after a funeral. All because of Rachel Berry. She knew that the first time they broke up was her fault but she also knows that Finn had been harboring feelings for her even then and it killed her. She didn't hate Rachel as much as she did before but there would always be that animosity. She had still stolen her one true love. Quinn felt like she could never live up to what Rachel was to Finn, never be good enough and this made her feel second-rate, unwanted, unloved…No one understood what it felt like, no one even knew that she felt this way. She just needed to get rid of it all, to be done with being the alternative, the other woman. She needed change and she felt cutting her hair would be one-way of letting out all that anger, all that heartbreak. She had had long hair for as long as she could remember, from being a child to being a teenager. She remembers all the memories associated with her hair. Many that she didn't want to revisit. But now it was all gone…

"Q?"

"Yeah, S?" Quinn asked.

Santana had known Quinn for ages and even though they didn't seem close there was a time when they used to be best friends and Santana knew exactly how Quinn was feeling as she looked at her friend. They were after all the unholy trinity; always united and they had gotten closer over the past few days.

"I know you're upset over the breakup Q, I can see it on your face."

"Nah, that's just cuz of our loss, I'm fine." She knew her lie would never convince her friend.

"C'mon Q, you know I know and there's a reason you got that haircut, to move on, start afresh. Finn dumped you for Rachel. I know it hurts but maybe it's for the best. Plus, who needs Frankenteen when you've got the unholy trinity to party with!" she added.

"Thanks S, that really helped. And you're right; I'm going to move on, I'm done with being the back up after Rachel runs off. Let's go party!" she replied suddenly smiling at he prosepect.

"That's the Q, I know, well you finish up and I'm gonna find Britt and meet the girls."

"Kay, see you in a bit." She waved as Santana left. Quinn took out her mascara to put on her final touches as she heard someone enter the room.

"Did you leave something S?" she asked without looking behind.

"Umm, it's actually me Q."


She froze in her place as she heard the last voice she expected to hear. She spun around a glare on her face as she faced a very nervous looking Finn Hudson.

"What are you doing here?" she sneered. The last thing she wanted was to break down in front of Finn.

"I saw the other girls downstairs, but you weren't there, so I thought you'd be here and I um, wanted to talk to you." He answered looking sheepishly around, not wanting to look into her eyes, that was his weakness.

She turned around re-applying her make-up trying to ignore the boy who sent her heart soaring.

"Well, what did you want to say?" she was trying to put on a non-chalant façade but towards the end her voice cracked, she hated that.

"Why did you do it?" he asked her. To anyone else they would have to ask him what he meant, but her being Quinn, she knew exactly what he meant.

He slowly walked towards her till he was less than a foot away. He inhaled deeply and caught a whiff of her perfume, vanilla. She loved how she smelt, she smelt familiar and warm and perfect. She held her breath at their close proximity letting her guard down as she closed her eyes and relished in the thought that just a few days ago, by this point his hands would be around her waist and she would be leaning against him, perfectly fitting against his body. She tries to push that thought out of her mind but realized it was futile.

"Q, do you remember the day after Frannie's graduation?" he questioned as her memories flooded back into her mind.

Frannie was Quinn's older sister; she had recently graduated from Stanford and had come home to visit her parents. They had had a big dinner with Frannie's boyfriends and so Finn was invited too. Frannie was an over-achiever, the perfect one, Quinn had to always live up to the expectations set by Frannie, so every time she visited, Quinn would get stressed out. Throughout dinner her parents had praised her sister and Quinn had gotten even more stressed and annoyed. So after dinner Finn took her by the hand and led her to a secluded part of the Fabray's gigantic garden.

"Finn what are we doing?" she asked him letting a giggle escape as he twirled her. He twirled her again and puller her close to him so, that their faces were inches apart as her hand lay against his chest and his were lightly yet firmly pressed against her back.

"Quinn, why do you get so stressed out by Frannie, you are just as if not better than her." He had sweetly commented.

"It's just that when I look at her and all that she's accomplished and her beauty and the way she dressed and walks and talks, it just make me feel inadequate." She admitted letting a sigh escape from her lips. It was so easy to open up to Finn.

"You are not the slightest bit inadequate Fabray." Their foreheads rested against each other, her hands on his shoulders as they swayed side to side. They swayed in silence for a while, breathing in each other's presence, him smelling her delicious vanilla scent.

"Finn, can I ask you something, what do you like about me?"

"Do we have a few days?" he asks jokingly.

"No seriously! "She presses.

"Fine then," he says before taking a deep breath. He looks into her eyes as she stares into his.

"I love how your so confident, I love how when you see my your face lightens, I love how when I see you my day is a thousand time's better. I love the fuzzy feeling I get when were together and the spark I feel every time we touch. I love how you can be so in control of your life and independent yet depend on me at times. I love it when you need me." She smiles and he can see she's blushing by now.

"I love how you can be strong yet vulnerable. I absolutely love your eyes, I get lost in them, every time I look into those hazel beauties, the first time I looked into your eyes, I knew I had found my weakness. I love the feel of your lips against mine, I like that a lot. And you may find it odd, but I find it completely understandable that I love your hair. I love the smooth and soft texture of your hair against my fingers, how I can hide my face in you hair and breathe in your scent when I'm stressed or need to be comforted. I love how you golden locks sway around you head, the perfect frame. I love how when your having fun, your hair bounces around and how when we lie together it sprawls around us. I love your hair Quinn Fabray but more than anything else I love you." He finished.

"You are too good for me Hudson. I really needed to hear that and I love you more than anything else in this world. She tilted her head so that the tiny space that separated their lips was closed and she kissed him. His hands intertwined in her hair. Life couldn't be more perfect for Quinn Fabray.

There were tears in her eyes by now and she willed with all her heart that they didn't fall; she closed her eyes.

"Yes" she whispered thinking he didn't hear her but he did.

"Why'd you do it?" he asked her again. He spins her around so their faces are inches apart again; his hands are on the dresser so she can't move anywhere.

His voice breaks as he asks;

"Was it, was it, because of me?" Her hair is short now; her locks are gone.

"You don't understand Finn, I had too, it was too much for me, you chose Rachel again and I was left with nothing but my broken heart. I needed something new and then you waltz in hear again making me remember things that I so desperately have been trying to leave behind. Making me feel those things I keep feeling but after you leave this room, you'll go back to her and I'll be left with my broken heart once again. I needed to forget and cutting my hair was a good start." She finished their lips still within inches of each other. There's pain in her eyes, it's unmistakable and as she opens hers to look into his and she sees the pain in his too.

"I'm sorry." And he knows why, because they both miss it. They stand there for a minute, touching, waiting. He knows he's made his choice and he's chosen Rachel but he also knows what he wants to do, what he has to do.

He kisses her and it's like they've never kissed before, its powerful and everything the both want. She doesn't even wait as her tongue slips into his mouth as she holds him tight. They don't even have to think about, they are both so attuned to each other. As the kiss heats up and they deepen it her hands clenching his hair; his hands stroking her back. They start moving backwards as they land on her bed, they're still going strong. As they stop for air they realize what's happening and she abruptly stands up fixing her dress.

"I can't do this, not again Finn. Everyone is probably waiting." And with that she runs out of the room. But as she leaves he sees the tears making their way down her face. And then he too thinks back to that night and everything he said…


I know this is going to be atleast another chapter or so. What do you guys think?

Don't forget to R&R