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Rachel had sat staring at her phone for the rest of the evening after she texted Quinn. She wanted, no, she needed to know that she was okay. The rest of the Glee practice that day, Rachel hadn't been able to focus on anything that was going on. Around 1am, she finally gave up hope for a response and fell asleep.

The next morning, Rachel woke up and eagerly checked her phone, hoping that she had a response from a certain blonde.

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Rachel leaned back against her headboard and sighed. Today was going to be a very long day, and very strange without the exHBIC walking around, controlling the hallways. The only hope Rachel had that morning was that Mr. Schue had some sort of an update on Quinn.

**Quinn**

Quinn woke up the morning after being "relocated", as her mother called it, to Pennsylvania, to an empty house. She felt so incredibly along, but was determined to make the best of a situation that she had absolutely no control over.

She walked downstairs and into the kitchen. As she stood in the doorway, she thought back to the summers her family spent there many years ago.

Flashback

"Daddy! Daddy! Where are we?" A 4 year old Quinn asked as they pulled up to the home in Philadelphia, just outside Center City. "We are at our brand new summer home, Quinnie!" Russell Fabray said, picking up his young daughter and carrying her into the house. Once they got to the kitchen, Quinn crawled up onto the bar stool at the island, and looked around before sharing her new revelation. "Daddy, I think I'm going to like it here!"

A tear escaped Quinn's eye as she thought about how happy she and her family had been when they used to come here, but now she was being held here against her will.

"Snap out of it, Fabray!" Quinn said out loud to herself.

As she shook herself out of the memory, a piece of paper and a silver object on the island caught her attention. It was some sort of note and a key.

Dear Quinn,

I want you to understand that it was never my idea to kick you out of the house in your…state. It was purely your father's doing, and who am I to stand up to him?

Quinn scoffed at that statement. Her mother had never been able to stand up to her father, ever. Even in this case when it meant losing not only her daughter, but her grandchild.. She kept reading:

However, I cannot leave you completely helpless, as I would feel terrible. There is an account in your name at the local bank [on the corner]. Your entire trust fund has been moved to this account, and I will add money when the opportunity presents itself.

~Mom

She was honestly in shock as she finished reading the letter. Her mother was actually HELPING her. Not only that, but she was going behind her father's back to do so. This was not something Quinn was used to coming from her mother. As she was about to put the paper back down, she realized there was another line:

P.S. The key attached to this is for the car in the garage. It is yours to use.

"Wow." Quinn said to no one in particular.

She walked out to the garage that was attached to the house, and saw a brand new Mini Cooper, HER brand new Mini Cooper, sitting there. Bringing her out of her shock, her phone vibrated. She had a new text.

Quinn. Please. Let me know you are okay. xRach

This was going to be so much harder than Quinn could've ever imagined, ignoring the people she cared about, especially Rachel Berry. She shut her phone and shrank down the door and began to cry.

**Rachel**

Rachel closed her phone after finishing yet another text to Quinn. The blonde was missing from school again today, and Rachel knew that was very out of character. She tried to think positive, that maybe something came up and she'd be back soon enough. She was lost in these attempts at positive thoughts when someone came up behind her.

"Berry. We needs to talk." Santana said as she approached. Rachel cringed and shrunk away because of how most encounters with the new head cheerleader went. "Relax. I'm not gonna do anything to you. But let's go talk. Now." And with that, Santana turned and walked away, expecting Rachel to follow, which she did.

They both walked a bit until they made it to the safe haven for everyone in New Directions: the choir room. The two girls both took seats and sat in silence before Rachel was the one to break it.

"What can I do for you Santana? I mean, with both of our social statuses, it is very abnormal for us to hold a civil conversation. Plus…"

Santana cut the rambling brunette off. "CALM DOWN BERRY! I just wanna know if you have heard from Q at all…"

It was then that Rachel noticed the sad look that had taken over Santana's normally ice-filled stare, something that was almost a permanent feature of the cheerleader. Then it clicked, while for Rachel, the girl she had feelings for had disappeared, Quinn was also Santana's best friend.

"Wh…why would you think I had talked to Quinn? She's YOUR best friend." Rachel said in a snarky way, trying to cover up her true feelings about the situation.

Santana rolled her eyes at the brunette. "I know you like Q. Like….REALLY like her. It doesn't take a genius. I've seen the way you look at her. And I saw how quiet you got when she disappeared."

It was true. Ever since Quinn had disappeared, Rachel had become almost mute, only talking when necessary. Rachel could tell Santana was being real, but she decided to try and deny it anyway.

"I…I do…I don't know what you're talking about, Santana. Why would I LIKE Quinn? She was HBIC and I'm just a nerd." She was trying, and failing miserably, to sound convincing.

"Relax, midget. I'm not gonna tell anyone about your secret fantasies about Q. Just please tell me if you have talked to her." Santana seemed to be getting teary eyed, so Rachel decided that she was likely being sincere.

"No, Santana. I have texted her twice now, but both of them have gone unanswered. I doubt any of use will hear from her any time soon." Rachel said before looking down at her feet, trying to hide the tears that were running down her face at the thought of never talking to Quinn again.

"Aw, come on now Berry. Don't get all sappy on me. Quinn is a big girl, she can handle herself just fine." And with that, Santana walked away from Rachel, partially because the conversation was over, but partially because she, too, had tears escaping her eyes now. No one could see the vulnerable Santana.

**Quinn**

Quinn sat alone on her back porch, taking in the evening weather. It had only been one day since she had talked to her friends, let alone ANY other human being, and she was already about to go insane. She pulled out her phone, and stared at the two messages she had yet to delete from Rachel Berry, deciding to save them incase it was the last time she got any. Just as she was about to make a mistake and call someone, anyone, someone knocked on the door.

She got up to answer the door, but was very confused. She was definitely not expecting anyone, hell, she didn't even KNOW anyone around here. When she got to the door and opened it, a girl who looked about Quinn's age was standing there with an obnoxiously big grin on her face.

"Uhm, hello. I don't mean to be rude, but do I know you?" Quinn asked the young woman cautiously.

"Well hello there, Quinn." The young woman said, sending Quinn into a state of shock that this girl apparently knew her name. "You may not remember me right now, but maybe this will refresh your memory…" and with that, the young girl pulled something out of her purse, something that caused Quinn Fabray to gasp.

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Next chapter:

Who is the person at Quinn's door? What does Mr. Schue tell Glee happened to Quinn? How does Rachel react when she finds out what TRULY happened?