Just so no one is confused by the sudden change from chapter 1 to 2, Chapter was simply a Diary entry in Quinns POV. Not something that actually happened.
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"What do I do San? How do I learn to be ok with this?"
It hadn't really hit Quinn about what she decided to do until she got the text from Rachel saying she wouldn't be home that night. That text made it all the more real and the desire to drink even stronger then it probably should have. Knowing that her wife wasn't going over to Puck's just for dinner...that his hands would be all over her; that she'd be exposed to him. It made her want to vomit, but that would be a waste of her wine, no wasting wine, that was bad.
"You don't, Fabray. If Britt ever wanted something like this with cripples or trouty mouth there's no way in hell I would ever be ok with it. You're a better person then I am for not making her choose."
Sadly she was right, not that she was a better person but that no one else would let their wife fuck another man just to make them happy. Then again most people weren't Quinn Fabray, the girl who would have given a kidney if it meant Rachel was happy and smiling again. She just figured that the universe had finally caught up with for all the horrible things that she'd done to people over the years, this was karma finally kicking her hard in the ass.
"Look, its your life...but this is Puckerman, you had a lizard baby with him and now you're giving him your wife and pretending your fine with it which is bullshit because that's your second glass of wine and you've only been here a half hour. You might pretend to be ok with this, but I know you better then most people Fabray so I know you're not, because you're doing what I use to do with Britt when she was with Artie or Sam, you're imagining them fucking and cuddling and doing all that sick shit that the breeders do and its breaking your heart into a fucking million pieces. Auntie Snix is going to give you some tough love here, Q...don't let this go on forever. When you want your wife you let her know, don't let Puck control all of this. She's your wife, you're Mrs. Berry, not Puck. You don't listen to me, and you is going to regret it Quinnie. You is going to regret it big time."
"San you be nice to Q!" Britt yelled from the kitchen "Or else no sweet lady kisses for you tonight"
When Brittany meant business, she meant business.
"Calm B, you know Auntie Snix is coming from a place of love" Santana called back, knowing very well she was in jeopardy. "Because I love you Q, and because I was your maid of honor, I don't want to see him take away everything you've worked your ass off for to Puckerman of all people."
"I'm going to loose her, San...aren't I?" She questioned the smaller girl as the tears finally started to slide down her cheeks "He's going to win this"
It was the first time since this had started that she'd truly let herself cry over it; he's always said that he'd get in Rachel's pants, clearly he wasn't kidding about how quickly he would.
"He already has, hunnie"