-Clears throat nervously- I'm sorry about the delay guys. After finals my computer crashed and I just got it back up.
So since I got some suprising feedback I will add some more. :) And will post another chapter of my other story very soon as well.
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"What the hell?"
Rachel's mouth stopped moving against Quinn's and her hands froze in the blonde's hair.
The voice at the door sounded quite dumbfounded...and more than a little pissed off.
Rachel slowly pulled her face away from the equally frozen blonde's. She opened her eyes to see Quinn staring back at her with her darkened hazel orbs now flickering in fear; which the brunette was sure matched hers. The blonde's cheeks were flushed and she was still breathing quite erratically. Quinn's hands quickly dropped from Rachel's waist and she turned around to face the familiar intruder with a poorly disguised look of fear. Rachel just closed her eyes and opened them back up once more, releasing a deep breath and looking at the angry form of Santana Lopez in the doorway. She noticed Quinn's shoulders lift up in a more than probable false confidence, and her stomach twisted when she noticed one of the blonde's hands reach back to grasp at hers. She felt an odd onslaught of guilt overtake her when she moved away from Quinn's hand.
The blonde looked back at her quickly and her eyes were tinged in pure pain.
Rachel avoided her gaze and looked towards the doorway, where Brittany now currently occupied as well.
She inwardly cursed, and began chiding herself on getting lost in the moment.
But her attention was finally warped out of her own head and was now on the situation that was currently taking place.
Santana's face was set in a look of pure contempt, and it was aimed quite ferociously on Quinn. But the blonde was paying no attention to the nasty looks the latina was shooting her, because she was currently looking at Rachel with a pleading look in her eye, as well as an overwhelming amount of hurt. Quinn's hand had dropped limply to her side when Rachel had shot down her obvious attempt at reassurance. The brunette felt incredibly guilty that she had even let Quinn kiss her. She had just led someone on and the girl in question now looked completely heartbroken.
Rachel jumped when she heard the sounds of struggle from the doorway.
Santana had one hand on the side of the doorway and was gripping it tightly. And Brittany was behind the dark-skinned girl and was currently grasping her shoulder tightly, quite obviously holding her shorter counter-part back. Santana was hissing and struggling and Rachel felt an honest to God fear travel down her spine. The latina was spouting off something in Spanish furiously, but Brittany's grip looked to be very powerful and her face was morphed into an uncharacteristic snarl. Rachel ignored the butterflies in her stomach when Quinn stepped closer to her, grasping at her arm and pushing the brunette behind her protectively.
"What the hell, Brittany?"
Santana's tone were uncharacteristically vicious towards her friend, who now had her arm around the latina's torso and had her almost completely out of the door.
Brittany looked even more fierce.
"Leave them alone! They're having sexy times, S!"
Rachel didn't know whether to laugh or cry as Brittany had finally gotten Santana out of the doorframe, kicking it shut with her powerful leg.
The sounds of Santana's customary curses and Brittany's uncustomary shouts had begun to fade a little.
Rachel released a breath she hadn't even realized she had been keeping in.
Quinn seemed to let out a shaky breath as well, turning her body around partly so that her side faced Rachel. The blonde's hand reached to the side and grasped Rachel's hand, this time taking control and not allowing Rachel to remove her hand from hers. Rachel glared at the girl in front of her. She needed to go home and think. Because the blonde surely couldn't expect a sudden love confession, could she? Quinn's hand tightened even more around Rachel's and the blonde's body turned around to face her fully; her body was tense and her face was set in a frown.
"I think we should at least talk about this before you just run off."
Quinn's voice sounded hurt and more than a little accusing.
Rachel all but yanked her hand out of the blonde's.
"We kissed. It shouldn't have gone that far. I'm sorry that you seemed to misconstrue my actions and I'm sorry that I have lead you on this long and I intend to fully apolo- "
"You said you wanted me."
Quinn's voice sounded broken.
Rachel glanced up and looked into watery hazel eyes.
"I meant that I wanted Finn."
Rachel felt her own heart break as she walked by the girl whose lips were trembling and whose eye's were leaking with tears and expressing pure devastation. Her chest was tight and her legs felt numb as she went over to the chair to pick up her books that were lying across it, and the blonde's little whimpering of her nearly silent cries sounded like a very loud stereo that was pounding right next to her ears. She felt her own eyes water as she walked towards the doorway and never looked back.
And she continued to not look back when walking down the empty hallway with moisture built up in her eyelids.
And that had happened two weeks ago.
And it felt like the axis of her entire world had been thrown away and now it was swaying in an uneasy rhythm.
Finn was being downright short with her currently. Not that she could really blame the guy, because she just broke his friend's heart. And Santana was taking her cruelness to a whole new level with her. Not only did she spout off names at Rachel every chance she got now, she also had gotten the freshman Cheerio's to slushie her whenever they could; it was a constant. But the brunette knew that the latina was doing this out of hurt and spite, and that all of her actions were nothing more than a defensive reaction to getting her pride stomped on. That, and adding on the fact the Brittany would go nowhere near the girl also seemed to add fuel to Santana's assault.
"So how is preggo in the sack, Streisand?"
"I bet Mrs. Christ Crusader reads you the bible when you're eating her out, huh Yeti?"
"How does the cherry slushie taste? I got Stephanie to deliver it to you personally."
And Noah looked at her like she was the most obnoxious and ungrateful thing in the world.
And Quinn...she didn't even feel comfortable looking at the girl anymore.
The girl looked like she was in a constant state of depression.
In class she would always just slump in her chair and look at the floor. Even when Finn whispered something in her ear she would just barely give an affirmative nod or a quick jerk of her head as a no.
The entire world was completely fucked up to Rachel now. Her mind was in a constant daze and her mind strained at trying to think of a logical approach to it. She didn't know who she wanted anymore, because she felt like a zombie every time she walked even remotely near the school. Not even the choir room could bring her peace anymore. In fact, it felt like she was suffocating everytime she was in it; she remembered hot mouths and wanting and then complete devestation. Her breath hitched when she thought of Quinn. But then her stomach twisted into a thousand knots when she remembered what she said to her and how she completely broke her.
And after Finn had found out the next day after it had happened, Rachel knew she had lost but all of her chances with him.
"Please...please just let me explain what exactly happened," murmured Rachel, her voice thick and her eyes filling with tears.
Finn looked at her in anger. "Quinn already told me everything."
He slammed his locker shut.
The tiny diva opened her mouth in attempt to defend herself, but found that she couldn't. She swallowed heavily as tears began to track softly down her face.
Finn's angry look softened only slightly.
"I-I just wanted you," she exclaimed, her voice edging on desperation and pained.
"Am I who you really want, Rachel? You need to think about it before you go off and play with other people's feelings."
Her lips trembled as Finn walked away.
And after her conversation with Finn, their friendship was completely nonexistant.
The other members of New Directions had caught on that something had happened.
It was ridiculously obvious.
Quinn was even more depressed than usual and refused to talk to anybody at all. Noah just alternated between glaring at Rachel and then making lewd comments toward Santana. The latina just sat with her arms crossed and scowled at every single person in the room. Especially Rachel and Quinn. And Brittany was no longer her bright and chirpy self, she just simply sat in the chair next to Mike Chang and only talked to him at times, purposely missing Santana's apologetic glances. And there was so much negative tension between Rachel and Finn when they performed that even Mr. Schue was questioning everyone what was wrong. And all of this was slowly eating away at Rachel and making her feel like she was about to throw up at every second.
She thought that this would continue on, and she thought that she would be alone for the rest of her high school career because of her being the direct catalyst for a poorly told rumor.
She thought that she would never have a friend again and recieve the advice that she so desperatedly needed at this point in time.
But it all changed once again.
Her axis tilted again when she met Jesse St. James.
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So now all was explained. :)
But since I'm a little less stressed and I have time to write...should I just keep going and play it by reviews? Continue?