Author's note: Chapter 2 is kinda short...:)

Quinn's POV

"Do you feel it too?" moaned Mercades. I was at my locker with the coloured diva, it was the morning after the party. My entire body ached, my lips were swollen and I kept dry-heaving.

"I don't want to talk, it hurts too much," I grumbled. She examined my banana lips and grinned.

"So who's the lucky guy who's been sucking on them all night then?"

"There's no guy!" I protested, technically though that was actually true.

"Right... so you generally look like that then do you?" she asked teasingly.

"Yes. Yes I do," I replied, somewhat smugly.

"Okay, I totally believe you. Now move that white girl's #!*% to the choir room before I spank it there girl!"


Okay, compose yourself. You're Quinn freaking Fabray. You went through labour, you can do this. You hate her. I tilted my head down, purposely avoiding her gaze. I could feel it though. Her eyes boring into my skull.

"Mr. Schuster! I have a little something prepared for todays assignment!" Oh gosh. Not her. Not that voice.

"Take it away, Rachel," said Mr. Schu. She rose from her seat and stood by the piano.

"As you all know, the assignment is 'Individuality' this week. It's all about being honest to yourself and your feelings," as she was talking I could feel her words pointing at me, throwing themselves at me. Each one was like a dagger to the heart. Hesitantly, I glanced up. She was still looking at me. "Quinn, Santana, Brittany?' she called us up. Oh no. Oh crap. People were looking at me. Did I look strange? Did I have 'LESBO' plastered on my forehead? My whole world felt like it was closing in on me. And then it did. And everything went black.


Quinn's POV

Happy? Upset? Depressed? No, lonely. Just lonely. My entire inane and futile life revolves around her. She's my sun, my world, my happiness... and my sadness.

My heart right now, it's like a war zone. Explosions errupting out from the deep lacerations, torn right through the middle, leaving a raw gash, oozing a thick crimson liquid. Blood. Every time I see her it feels like a rafke has been dragged through my core, leving fresh wounds burning and eventually turning to scars, causing blemishes to my I-don't-care-I'm-Quinn-Fabray tough and resiliant exterior. I can't stop it. I'll never get rid of this feeling, this emptiness unless I have her. Just one problem... she doesn't want me. I don't blame her; I wouldn't want me if I was her. Heck, I don't even want myself right now. Who in the world would want me? I can answer that. No one. I got pregnant when I was president of the celibacy club; I'm a background swayer, a prop in Glee Club; Runner up at prom after my date had a fight over a different girl and got kicked out; And I was kicked off the Cheerios. I've never done anything significant or meaningful in the seventeen and a half years that this world has had the misfortune of my presence.

There's just one question I don't understand. Why? Why did last sunday happen? It didn't mean anything to her, it couldn't have. It meant something to me, no... it meant everything to me. She goes on, singing and smiling her way through life. I can't do that. Sure, I guess I can be tough sometimes. But I'm tough because I don't let anyone in. she slipped through a crack and now she can't get out, stuck like a fly in a glass. Trapped yes, but too stupid to realise. Cemented to my heart and festering like cheese. I want to get her out, out of my head, out of my heart... don't I?

Rachel's POV

I feel so awful, dirty. Like the kind of scum who crawl around on pavements off their heads flashing their breasts to every woman man or child with a pair of good eyes. I'm a cheater. i cheated on Finn, my boyfriend to whom I pledged my unconditional love, only now I realise it wasn't quite so unconditional. Worse is that I've cheated on him with his ex who cheated on him and then cheated on her boyfriend with him, it's all very confusing but the point is he's been broken before by cheating, alot and I don't want to break him again.

It's different though, the way I feel when I'm with him compared to the way I feel when I'm with her. It's like comparing an old sofa to a fresh leather recliner with built in massager and other new technology things they have in chairs. One's warm and soft but as soon as you try the other then you realise what you've been mising. How much better it can be, how much bettr you can feel; when I'm with her I feel whole, I feel like myself.

But the question is, whose happiness is more important, mine or his?


Quinn's POV

Where am I? My eyelids futtered trying to take in my surroundings. It was white, shimmering blinding white everywhere. I was lying down on something soft and cushiony, my head propped up and my knees bent. I tried to move but to no avail; there was someone there holding me down, whispering to me trying to soothe me. I couldn't hear them, what did they say? Who were they? So many questions, so few answers.

Slowly I became aware.

"Quinn?" A familiar voie asked my name. She sounded distressed, concerned and... tearful? I recognized it as Rachel.

"Where am I?" I croaked, wincing at the awful rasping sound of my voice.

"The nurses office, your Mum's on her way," she replied. I melted on the inside as she gazed into my eyes; I just lay there, my limbs the consistancy of a jellyfish. "Rachel-" I started but she silenced me with the most delicate most tender most beautiful kiss I have ever experienced. All of the breath was extorted from my lungs leaving me dizzy and unable to speak full words coherently. Rachel smiled, a little smugly if you ask me.

"I did it," she said simply.

"Did what?" I asked, not daring to think my biggest hopes for fear of disappointment.

"I left Finn," she stated, shyly biting her lip.

"What? Why? I never asked you to, oh gosh Rach I'm so sorry," I stumbled over my words as I swallowed back my joy. I'd save that for later.

"Because," the petite diva stammered, hesitantly clasping my hand in her own,"I want to be with you Quinn." I sharply drew in my breath, my heart blossomed and fluttered against my ribcage. I that one sentence my whole world had changed. I wasn't pulled to the earth by gravity now, I was pulled by her. She was my sun, my life. In that undersized dazzlingly beautiful creature was everything I wanted, everything and more than I had ever hoped or dreamed of in my entire crude and sheltered life. And now I had her. Everything I'd been through in life, the bad bits and the good now they were worth it because if they hadn't happened I wouldn't be here, be who I am now. I wouldn't be who Rachel wants. But I am. She stood there in front of me, nervously biting her lip just waiting for me to claim her. I gulped.