Okay, so this is probably going to go by faster than my other stories, since it is all already written down. But it's okay to nag at me to get it done faster. Remeber.. I love you all. -stares-

Chapter 2

One week later, Quinn found herself staring in the bathroom mirror. Fixing the knitted beanie she had stolen on her head and undoing the last button on her faded jean jacket. She had to admit. Even grunge made her look sexy.

"That was a good run Quinn. Can't wait for tonight." Mack said, appearing from one of the stalls, fixing her skirt. She approached the mirror next to Quinn, bringing out her lip gloss.

"What's tonight?" Quinn asked in a monotone voice, reaching for her pack of smokes. She lit one up, exhaling through her nose.

"Ronnie's throwing a party and she wants us to come over." She puckered her lips, grining at her reflection. Quinn had to hide her eye roll.

"I don't think I can make it." She spoke nonchalantly, taking another drag from her smoke. Mack turned to her.

"Why not?"

"Because I have something to do." She cut across the other girl, taking her last hit and butting out her smoke on the edge of the sink. "Sorry." She grabbed her bag and made for the exit.

Meanwhile, Santana had been waiting, not so patitenly mind you, by the door. Waiting for Quinn to show herself, she was in luck when the door swung open. "Here we go." She pushed herself off the wall.

"Q.. Quinn, wait up a second, will you?" She reached out, missing her friend by inches.

Quinn just scoffed and kept walking. As if a fly had flown past her, buzzing loudly.

"You're a damn Cheerio Santana. Try and keep up if you want to talk." She continued her strut, smirking when Santana growled.

Pushing a few students from her path, Santana strolled right along side Quinn. Her face hardened.

"Look, I'm only going to do this once." She glances to her firend. "Britt and I have been talking and for some insane reason... She is agreeing with you." Her voice dropped, taking in a deep breath. "I'm a bitch. And I do bitchy things. But this isn't right. We were meant to rule this fucking hell hole." She swept her hand down the empty hallway. "So.. this is my only offer to become friends again."

Quinn was not having that shit. And she was about to let Santana Motherfucking Lopez know.

"Friends? You want to be friends?" She gave a low chuckle. "You seriously think this is about being friends?" She turned to the Latina, eye's narrowed. "I don't want to be your fucking friend!" She screamed, pushing the girl up against the lockers. "I can not believe! That you are so thick to think this is about that!" She slammed her her hand into the locker. Seething.

Well.. Santana wasn't having any of that shit either. So she as well was going to let Quinn headfucking bitch Fabray know.

"What do you want then?" She snarled, pushing the girl out of her face. "Huh? What it is? You want an apologie or something?" Santana screamed back, throwing her hands into the air. "I am so fucking sorry Quinn. Sorry that you choose to be this way and destory everything around you. I said what I needed too." She glanced over Quinn once more. "I'm done with this shit."

Staring after Santana, Quinn gritted her teeth together. Trying to stop the words from falling from her lips. "I loved you Santana. I actually loved you."


The clock dinged one last time, sigaling nine o clock, as Quinn laid in her bed. Head propped up by her pillows and a book in her hands. And even though the story itself was captivating. Quinn's mind was elsewhere.

"Santana.. Thinks she knows everything. Probably break that frozen bitches heart if she knew I loved her.." She grumbled, closing her eye's for a moment. Little did she know.. That frozen bitch actually was freezing right now.

Two hour's. That's how long she had been standing outside of Quinn's house. Staring up at her window and debating on climbing the tree to sneak in. She even had to scare away the neighbor the first time she tried. Afraid he would call the cops.

"Goddamn it Quinn." She spoke outloud, approaching the tree again and hositing herself up. Slipping on a few branches, she finally reached the landing of Quinn's window. Raping her knuckles lightly against it.

No movement. Nothing.

Peeking inside, her face fell soft for a moment at the sight. There she was, the Quinn she used to know. Fast asleep in her bed, book clutched tightly in her hands.

"I knew you were hidden in there somewhere." She mumbled, checking the window and smiling when she noticed it was unlocked. Pressing her hands onto the glass, she slid it open and slipped inside. "Always the same." She shook her head.

Creeping silently over to the bed, she carefully pryed the book away and closed it.

"I wish you were awake to hear this.." She looked down at her friend. "But I miss you Q. So much.." She mumbled, going to turn back towards the window when a small noise caught her attention.

"San.. Please." Quinn whimpered, her eye's clampped shut. Tears threatening to fall.

Santana froze to the spot upon hearing her name. Sure she was caught sneaking in. Her pulse beating fast, she turned back to the blonde to see the first tear fall.

"Christ Quinn, you really are fucked up." She walked back to the bed, kneeling beside it. Her hands shaking. "Just tell me what is going on in that mind of yours." She pleaded to the sleeping girl. She was met with more tears.

Quinn couldn't remember the last time she had a dream about Santana. Not that she really wanted too, but this one seemed all to real. Santana walking and never looking back. Another blonde taking the spot that was meant for her. Quinn screaming, only for it to fall on deaf ears.

"Don't.. Don't leave me. Santana.." She mumbled, her head starting to rock back and forth. "Don't leave me alone.. I can't lose you.." Her voice fading out, hands scratching at the sheets.

"Fuck.." Santana muttered, trying to keep her spot next to the bed. It was either run now or wake her friend. "I am so fucking stupid." She scolded herself, looking over Quinn's face. "I should have never left you. It was one of my biggest mistakes."" Her voice was soft, but a scowl was forming on her face from the words exiting her mouth.

"Just.. Just love me back." Quinn whimpered, rolling onto her side and nearly hitting Santana with her failing hand.

Santana's head snapped up so quickly at that, one might think she broke something within it.

"I do love you." She pushed out, struggling with her words. "Always have." She leaned forward carefully, leaving a soft kiss on Quinn's forehead. "I'm not giving up on us this time. I promise." She gave her one last kiss before returning to her feet and climbing back out Quinn's window. "I promise you."


Quinn awoke with a start, her head pounding. Groaning, she glanced over to her clock and was surprised when it said 1:55 in bright red numbers.

"Shit." She sat up quickly, searching for her phone. Not surprised when she saw that she had several missed messages.

"Hey Quinn! Wish you were here. Wanna suck them sexy lips." -Mack

"Quinn. You're still not here. Want them lips now!" -Mack

"Fine, guess I'll see you later." -Mack.

Quinn scoffed at her phone. "Clingy bitch."

"Hey Quinn, just a heads up. Mack took off with some guy. Sure they're fucking. See you." -Ronnie.

"It's over." -Mack.

Quinn just chuckled at the last one, too tired to even care about some stupid slut.

"Good riddance." She chucked her phone, falling back onto her bed.


Trying to sleep was hard for Santana as she stared at her phone. Her eye's glued to one single name in her contact list. Quinn.. She scowled, throwing her phone to the foot of her bed and smothering herself with a pillow.

"Stay Strong Santana. Stay strong."