Chapter One

TITLE: Don't Stop Believing Chapter One.

PAIRINGS: Eventual FABERRY!

A/N: More of a comforting and angst fic, but it has FABERRY romance and some humour so we won't be down in the dumps for long! Review, and tell me how it is!

-/- Quinn's POV

My whole life is over.

My over amazing girlfriend Santana Lopez has just caught me cheating with her best friend, Rachel Berry. I know, a lot has changed since high school, blah de blah! Let me fill you in: Santana, Rachel and I all moved to New York, and we decided to share an apartment, yes I know, not a good idea. Santana and I started dating, and eventually we came out to everyone. It was a hard time, because of all the stares at university, but we got used to it. After our first term, we were untouchable, and when we all had a glee club reunion everyone called us 'Quinntana' which I think is personally an awesome name.

Rachel and Santana became closer, while I studied hard and started a new job. Over the next few months, I barely saw the pair because I left the house at seven o'clock and got back well past ten. It wasn't an ideal life, but it was worth it. When I did see Santana and Rachel, I used to tease them because of how close they were and call them 'Pezberry'- only a Pezberry friendship though, nothing more.

Thinking back to this morning still brings a pain to my chest, watching her distraught angry face turn to sad and disappointed.

"Why don't you just leave Santana, you obviously love me." Rachel said as I moved up to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders.

"I love her Rachel, no matter what." I defend my girlfriend, and Rachel frowns at me before licking her lips.

"Didn't you enjoy this evening?" she asks in a flirtatious tone, looking me up and down.

"Of course Rach, but I have Santana to think about." I say in a husky voice, and she rubs my cheeks with a smile.

"Do you want to kiss?" she asks me, moving me closer to her blonde lips.

"Thought you'd never ask." I say with a grin, leaning over to join our lips. As we kiss, I hear the bedroom door open and I pull away suddenly. It's Santana.

"What's going on?" she asks as Rachel covers herself with the quilt.

"San, this isn't what it looks like." I lie, but I know she doesn't believe me. Her eye's narrow as she looks me up and down before turning to Rachel.

"QUINN HOW DARE CAN YOU LIE ABOUT THIS?" Santana yells, her eyes flashing with anger.

"San, I am so sorry." I say weakly, and Rachel makes her way slowly out of the room nervously.

"NO YOUR NOT, YOUR SORRY THAT YOU GOT CAUGHT." Santana shouts, running her hands through her hair.

"Please don't leave me." I beg, trying to feel the tears forming in my eyes but I can't because they're not there.

"STOP, I can't look at you right now." Santana says her face turning to a defeated look, before she rushes out of the room, her hands covering her pale face, leaving me dumbstruck.

I can still hear her voice, deflated, hurt, unhappy and I hate it. I've left her fifty five text messages but there's nothing more to say, how much I'm sorry, how I regret it. Problem is though, I don't regret it, and it's hard to admit it, but I enjoyed every single stupid minute of it. Is that so wrong?

-/-

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