A/N:

Barely managed to write this. So much writer's block.

Read, Review, Enjoy.

-Flame

It was Jade who woke up first, but Tori woke up a moment later when Jade's body lifted off of hers. "What…"

"We fell asleep in the shower, Vega." came the tired reply. Tori opened her eyes, seeing Jade's naked form stepping out of the shower and onto the mat next to it. A hand was extended in front of her. "Come on. Get up."

Tori grasped the hand, letting herself be pulled to her feet. "How long were we out?"

"Don't know." Jade replied, grabbing a towel from her cabinet, bending over to towel off her hair. "Don't care."

Tori watched her for a moment, then turned away. "We should probably go get something to eat. Or something. Anything."

Jade just nodded, letting the towel drop to the floor. Tori waited for her to open the bathroom door, and when she didn't, she brushed past her, and did it herself.

She walked out of the bathroom, making her way to the bedroom. Trying not to think. She may have just spent hours in a shower, but she felt anything but clean. Quite the opposite, really.

Her clothes were still in the corner, but instead of going for them, she went for her suitcase, throwing it onto the bed ,watching as it popped open. Piles of shirts, pants, and other garments had been hastily thrown in, a rough change to the order and balance that Tori normally had.

Reaching inside the suitcase, she pulled out a pair of black jeans, bra, panties, and a plain white t-shirt. Nothing special. Comfort clothes.

She pulled them onto her body, trying desperately to ignore the whirlwind of confusion that plagued her mind. It was becoming a quite difficult task.

How long had she been here? A few days? A few weeks? She was fairly sure that it had only been a few days, but it felt like forever. Either way, it had been too long. She needed to go home. Figure out what her heart was telling her. Isolate herself from the source of the confusion.

She closed the suitcase, pushing down so that it latched. Her hand closed around the handle as she pulled it off the bed.

"Just where do you think you're going?" she heard that oh-so-familiar voice ask, the tone piercing and cold. Tori turned, finding Jade leaning against the doorframe, a towel wrapped around her body, shielding her skin from both the cold and Tori's gaze.

Tori met her eyes for a moment, then looked down at the suitcase in her hand. "Home."

Jade nodded, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. "Okay." She stepped out of the doorway, into the bedroom, leaving a path that Tori could make her way through. "See you later."

Tori stared at her, dumbfounded. "You're just letting me leave?"

Another nod, this time without a response. Tori kept staring at her for another moment, then looked away. She started to walk away, expecting Jade to stop her. To grab her arm, and pull her into a kiss, or to say something that would mean something, but she didn't. She just let Tori walk past her, not saying a word, and not making a move.

Tori made her way to the door to the apartment, pausing before turning the doorknob. She glanced behind her, looking for Jade, who she was sure would be right behind her. She was wrong. There was no one behind her.

A sigh escaped her lips as she pulled the door open, stepping back into the real world.

"Fuck." A pause, then the slam of fists against the wall. "Fuck!"

It wasn't supposed to go that way. Tori shouldn't have been there in the first place. She could have gotten over Beck just fine without Vega's help. She would have gotten over him, maybe slept with a guy she would have picked up from the bar, and been perfectly fine. She never needed Tori's help, or Beck's pity. She just needed to be left alone.

But now that she was, she didn't have any fucking idea on what she was supposed to do.

Fucking Tori Vega. What right did she have to waltz in and make her reevaluate every single fucking thing she knew about herself? A week ago, she had been straight, in a committed relationship, and Tori Vega never even crossed her mind. Now? Now she was standing in her bedroom, dripping wet, trying to ignore the memory of the tender kisses that had been placed on her body the night before.

Fuck.

Jade closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Her fists still pressed against the wall, holding herself up. After a moment, she exhaled, opening her eyes.

She wasn't even completely sure why Tori left. Wasn't even sure if it mattered. The only thing that mattered was that she was gone, and was probably not coming back.

Her eyes opened, and she stepped away from the wall, making her way to the bed. She sat down on it, not caring when the towel fell away from her body.

She was alone. Just the way she liked it.

Normally, when Tori was upset, she went to one of her friends, or her parents. But this wasn't a normal situation, so she didn't go to anyone. Besides, what would they say? She could practically hear their response:

"You fucked Jade? The same person who made your life a living hell for so many years? Did you fall and hit your head or something? And when the fuck did you turn gay?"

Nooooo thank you.

Instead, she just made her way back to her apartment, unpacked her suitcase, and stood in her room, unsure of what she was supposed to do next.

She eventually walked out into her living room, and threw herself down on her sofa, staring up at the ceiling. She lay there like that for a while, staring and thinking.

What do I do now? She asked herself, already knowing that she didn't have an answer.

Eventually, she made herself get up, go get a notebook, and start writing.

It had been a while since she had been able to write any original songs. She had had a serious lack of inspiration for so long. But now, she had enough frustration and issues to make an entire album.

Lyrics flowed out of her mind and onto the paper faster than they ever had before.

Being drunk was something that Jade had a lot of practice in. Normally, she was great at keeping herself level-headed and sane. But, this wasn't a normal time. After lying in self-misery for a few hours, she had made her way out into her kitchen, pulled a bottle of Jack out of her cupboards, and proceeded to down a good portion of it.

Once she was certifiably drunk as a skunk, she decided to call up the very person who had gotten her into this mess.

He didn't answer until the third ring. "Jade? What are you…"

"Oh, shu…shut up." Jade slurred, gripping her counter with one hand so she wouldn't fall over. "You….you are such a bastard."

"Are you drunk? You sound like you're drunk." Came the tired reply. "You should go sober up or something, Jade, before…"

"You…bastard. I hope you get cr..crabs." Jade laughed, the sound far too unnerving to be genuine.

"Is Tori with you? I thought…"

"Oh, yooooou thought Tori was here? No, no, no…." another giggle. "she left after…."

"After? After what?"

Jade shook her head, forgetting that Beck couldn't actually see her. "Neeevermind. Byeee, Beck! Fuck you!"

Beck stared at his phone, utterly confused. "The fuck?"

He started dialing another number, holding his phone up to his ear. After a few moments, they picked up.

"What?"

He hesitated, thrown off by the irate hello. It was odd for them. "Uhm…hey, Tori."

Tori gripped her phone tighter. "What do you want, Beck?"

"I just got a phone call from Jade. I thought you were staying with her?"

"Not anymore." She replied, gritting her teeth.

"Okay…well, she's drunk as a skunk, judging on how she sounds. Wanna go check on her for me?"

Tori glared at the wall, since she couldn't glare at him. "No, I don't. Do your own damn dirty work, Beck."

"Woah….what the hell happened, Tori? Jade said that you left, but…"

"None of your business. Goodbye, Beck." She clicked off the phone before he could respond, letting it fall from her hand, onto the floor. She ignored it as it began to ring again.

Jade was drunk. So what else was new? She wondered, trying to go back to her songwriting. She found that she couldn't, however. Her mind just kept going back to Jade.

After a few minutes, she forced herself to get up, grab her jacket, and exit her apartment once again.