Storming into her apartment and slamming the door shut behind her, Rachel charged past Kurt into her bedroom.
"Who the hell does she think she is?"
"Who?" Kurt looked at Rachel, a little thrown off by Rachel's unusual swearing.
"She has no right to act like this," Rachel continued without even paying attention to her best friend present in her room.
"Having problems with your dance teacher again?"
"How can she just act like nothing happened, like everything is just fine?"
"Okay, I'm kind of lost here," Kurt admitted while watching the brunette pace through her room angrily.
"I can't just forgive her like that again. I'm not that person anymore," the diva continued ranting.
"Rachel, I don't-"
"I followed her around like a lost puppy for years even when she treated me like shit," Rachel fumed.
"Is this about-"
"I loved her and she just left me. She can't just come here and expect me to forgive her for what she did. She can't do that."
"Quinn? Quinn is here? In New York?" To say Kurt was shocked was definitely an understatement. They hadn't heard anything from the blonde since graduation. He spent hours holding Rachel, while she cried herself to sleep over the hazel eyed beauty.
"Obviously yes. Who else would I be talking about?" The brunette looked at him as if he had grown a second head.
"Are you sure? How do you know?"
"Yes, I am sure. I even talked to her."
"Well, that sounds good. Why are you so angry then?" The fashion intern felt really lost. He didn't understand what the actual problem was. He knew how much Rachel had missed the girl. Why wasn't she happy?
"Are you serious? After everything she's done to me, I'm supposed to just forgive her and guide her through town? Are you kidding?"
"Well, you forgave her for everything that she did in high school without thinking about it twice. You never held a grudge on her. So she didn't apologize?"
"I'm not like that anymore. I changed. I'm stronger than that. And no she didn't. She's here to see the city. She just talked to me as if she didn't leave me behind that day, as if she nothing happened. I don't even know what to think right now. Can you just…leave?" With that Rachel mentioned for her best friend to leave the room and closed the door behind him, lying down on her bed with anger still written all over her face.
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Quinn fidgeted with her purse, while standing in front of the mossy green apartment door, wondering if she should just knock or instead turn around and take the next train back to her dorm in New Haven. She wiped away the remainders of tears on her cheek and wondered just how awful she must look. Slowly she raised her hand and let her knuckles come into contact with the door. She stepped back a little, hoping that she made the right decision while waiting.
Slowly the door opened and the blonde looked up. "Quinn?" The person standing across from her looked at her surprised.
"Hey Santana!" Quinn returned her gaze to the ground shyly.
"What are you doing in New York? And why didn't you call?"
"It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment decision. Can I come in?"
Seeing the blonde in front of her seemingly uncomfortable and distraught, she stepped aside and opened the door wider for her friend, mumbling a confused "sure" when Quinn walked past her into her apartment.
"Just make yourself at home. Can I get you something to drink?"
"No, thank you," the former head cheerleader answered sitting down on the couch hesitantly.
The brunette nodded slowly and sat on the couch as well, ready to find out what brought Quinn to her doorstep out of the blue after no one had heard from her in months.
"I talked to Brittany yesterday. Are you okay?"
The Latina was a little thrown off by the question. She gulped slowly and thought about how to answer. "I don't know," she said honestly.
"Why didn't you call me? Do you still talk to her?"
"Are you serious? I haven't heard from you since graduation. You answered none of my texts or messages on Facebook. I didn't even know if you still considered me a friend. Yes, we still talk, just not that often anymore. It hurts too much."
"Of course I do. You're one of my best friends. The Unholy Trinity, right? Why did you do it? I mean, you still love her. She's heartbroken."
"Best friends don't shut each other out for months, Q," the brunette said, looking at the blonde pointedly. "It was just the right thing to do," she continued, her tone softening noticeably. "I want her to be happy and right now I can't make her happy. Maybe someday that will change. She'll get better. It's only been a few weeks."
"I shut everyone out. I just needed time to…process some things. I needed time to find myself. I felt so lost when I left for college," she tried to make the Latina understand. "I'm surprised that you of all people would do that. But you'll find a way, you know that right? I mean, you're Santana and Brittany. You'll always find a way."
"You could have just told me that instead of ignoring everyone. How did you even know where I live?"
"Brittany…that was the reason I called her," the blonde answered timidly.
"Why didn't you call me instead?"
Looking at her friend, Quinn raised her eyebrow. "Seriously? You know how that would have ended."
"Yeah, sorry," the Latina answered scowling. "But let's cut that crap. Why are you really here, Q? What are you doing in New York on your own?"
So, a little Brittana thrown into the mix. Tell me if you liked it. Next chapter will give more information as to what happened after Rachel's confession.