AN: Sorry for the wait friends. Here's the newest chapter :)

This chapter is dedicated to my friend Addy, not for content but just because she's awesome!

Chapter 7

Quinn was thankful that Kurt had decided to come back to McKinley that week. All the attention was on him, which meant no one noticed that she was even more reserved and introverted than normal. Quinn fought with herself daily over her urge to want to talk to Colby and conversely to pretend Colby didn't exist.

Colby wanted to give Quinn space at school, and Kurt's return gave her the perfect excuse to focus on that excitement rather than try to make contact with Quinn. Colby knew, above all, Quinn needed time to think, and Colby didn't want to pressure Quinn into moving too fast.

So, for two weeks, Quinn and Colby ignored each other. Only Kurt, Rachel and Mercedes picked up on the awkwardness between the two, but the three of them didn't want to make much of it, especially since the drama in Glee club was now focused on the Brittany and Santana duet.

A few weeks after that, Regionals was all Glee club focused on. And after the excitement of Regionals, Puck decided everyone needed to relax and celebrate, so he threw a party. His parents were gone and his furnished basement was stocked with liquor and beer, a beer pong table, and Wii Rock Band.

Colby didn't usually drink, but after seeing Quinn at the party in a mini skirt, Colby decided she could use a little liquid courage. One drink turned into two, then four, then six.

Halfway through the night, an obliviously drunk Colby stumbled upstairs to the main floor. While on her way to get some fresh air, she crashed into an upset and drunk Santana.

"Hey, you okay?" asked Colby.

"Fuck if I know," responded Santana.

"What's wrong?"

"Why do you care? Why does anyone care?"

"Hey," Colby said, sobering up. "Seriously, what is it?"

"Why do they have to flaunt it? Huh? Why does she have to be all fucking over him? God, it's so disgusting!"

"Who? Brittany and Artie?"

"Ugh, don't even say their names, make me puke."

"San-"

Santana interrupted, "You know, you're kinda hot..."

Quinn just wanted to forget. She wanted to forget that she and Colby were in the same room. She wanted to forget how every nerve tingled whenever Colby looked at her. She wanted to forget every urge to pull Colby into the guest bedroom and fuck her brains out. She just wanted to forget Colby even existed. So one drink became three, and then six, and then nine. And all her worries were forgotten.

Quinn stumbled upstairs in search of a bathroom. She opened one door to find a broom closet. She opened another to find an office. She opened a third to find a bedroom where a pants-less Santana was writhing on the bed while Colby went down on her. Quinn stared for a moment, her brain slow to register what was happening. She let out what must have been a squeak of disbelief.

Colby looked up at the noise and her eyes went wide, "Quinn!"

Quinn ran from the room and out the back door into the pouring, freezing rain. Colby followed.

"Quinn, please wait! I can explain!" Colby yelled. The adrenaline of the moment and the freezing rain sobered both girls up quickly.

Quinn whipped around, "How could you?"

"Quinn, it's not what it looks like."

"Oh bullshit. Fucking bullshit!"

"Quinn, why are you upset with me? I didn't think- I didn't know you felt this way."

"What?"

"You've been ignoring me. I thought you didn't want this, us, whatever."

"I don't- I mean- just- oh fuck you!" Quinn screamed, slapping Colby in a fit of rage.

Quinn ran off while Colby stood there in shock. Quinn ran the two blocks home through the backyards of the neighbors as warm tears flowed down her frozen face.

Colby went back inside the house and into the bedroom where Santana, now dressed, was waiting.

"Holy crap, what happened?" Santana asked.

"It's raining out."

"Obviously. I meant that mark on your face."

"Quinn slapped me," Colby said.

"Why? Why was she pissed at you?"

"We... We sort of... fucked."

"You fucked Quinn? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Colby shook her head.

"Dude... You fell for her," said Santana.

"So what if I did?"

"Oh, you're screwed."

"Yeah, like you're any less screwed. Tough girl is hopelessly in love with her best friend."

"Hey, I may have my issues," Santana said. Colby raised her eyebrows. "But Quinn is a hundred times the closet-case I am."

"Fuck, man, what a pair we make..."

Santana let out a pithy laugh, "Yeah… If only I could get Britt to dump Wheels and be with me."

"Not gonna happen," Colby argued.

"Why?"

"What's the one thing Britt needs from you that you can't give her?"

Santana looked confused. "A penis?"

"No, ew. She needs you to be out."

"Oh, yeah. That," Santana sighed. "You can help me with that!"

"How?"