Note: Thank-you so much to everyone who has been reading, alerted, favorited and reviewed! I'm really sorry I didn't have chance to upload this sooner- I've been so busy recently, but I shouldn't be making excuses, so I really hope that you like this chapter? Please let me know if you do, or if you don't, or have any constructive criticism- any form of feedback is welcomed. :) Enjoy!

I don't own 'Glee' unfortunately, or the song in this chapter- 'I Don't Love You' by MCR (I changed a couple of the words slightly).

Quinn crashed back into the real world as the loud bell hammered her aching head. After a few blinks, Quinn composed herself again before packing her bag and leaving. During lunch, the halls were busy as per usual, filled with groups of shouting, fighting teens. She headed towards the auditorium where she was able to escape from all of the crap clouding her head. As ex-head cheerleader, Quinn had keys to the main buildings within the school that she had 'accidently' forgotten to give back. It was empty. The blonde dumped her bag at the very top of the seating area, carelessly flinging the strap over the back of a chair. The emptiness of the room somehow comforted the emptiness inside her; it gave her a chance to be someone else- to forget about everything and be free, she was able to express things she didn't have the courage to do through her own words, yet no body needed to know that the words held such a deep meaning to her. Quinn slowly walked down the auditorium steps, her eyes focused on the piano on stage right. When she reached the stage, Quinn carefully sat on the piano stool, mesmerized by the instrument in front of her. Before she knew it, her fingers were delicately playing as her voice began to sing:

'Well, when you go,
Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay,
And maybe when you get back
I'll be off to find another way.'

Quinn always imagined her father before her as she sang these words that brought tears to her eyes.

'And after all this time that you still owe,
You're still a good-for-nothing I don't know,
So take your gloves and get out,
Better get out while you can.'

Her delicate fingers began pressing harder onto the keys as her anger bubbled with a mix of other emotions.

'When you go would you even turn to say;
"I don't love you like I did yesterday"?'

The teen was too engrossed in the song to notice the door open at the top of the stairs where she had entered earlier. A brunette was now making her way slowly down a few steps, before sitting, not wanting to disturb the girl on stage.

'Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading,
So sick and tired of all the needless beating,
But maybe when you knock me down and out
It's where I oughta stay.'

'Well after all the blood that you still owe,
Another dollar's just another blow,
So fix your eyes and get up,
Better get up while you can.'

Rachel could hear the pain in Quinn's voice and as she saw the blonde's tears glistening in the light, she couldn't help herself to not shed a few too.

'When you go would you even turn to say,
"I don't love you like I did yesterday"?
Well come on, come on!'

'When you go would you have the guts to say,
"I don't love you like I loved you yesterday"?'

'I don't love you, like I loved you, yesterday,
I don't love you, like I loved you, yesterday...'

Quinn rubbed her sore hands slightly, before running them along her eyes trying to clear her vision without her make-up turning her into a panda. Rachel did the same. The smaller gleek stood up from her position on the step as she continued to walk towards the stage. Quinn now had her back turned to the silent diva. She was only alerted to her presence when she heard a voice coming from behind her.

''I Don't Love You' by My Chemical Romance...' Rachel said, just above a whisper. Quinn turned her head slightly, allowing her to catch a glimpse of Rachel before turning back. The brunette took this as an invitation to join Quinn at the piano stool. The other girl didn't protest, in fact she seemed to move over slightly, allowing Rachel the room to sit with her. 'It's not really my sort of band, but I've got to say it kind of surprised me that it is yours.' She tried to break the awkward silence, but was only met with more heavy breaths. 'Why did you choose to sing that song?' As the words left her mouth quickly, Rachel looked Quinn in the eyes. They stared into one-another's orbs like they had the other week in the dance studio. Rachel could see the tears beginning to well in hazel eyes, and she felt as if she was able to read Quinn like a book- she guessed the blonde's next move correctly as she turned to hide away the emptiness, loneliness and fear she was too afraid to show (as well as a bunch of other emotions that Rachel couldn't quite place). 'What I meant was, what does that song mean to you? I could hear in your voice that it obviously meant a lot?'

'It's just a song,' was Quinn's simple response after what seemed like years of silence. She couldn't express how much she wanted to tell the forgiving and understanding girl sat next to her, but she couldn't open up. She just couldn't. The reason why began to cross her mind- she didn't know whether it was that she was terrified that she would scare the other girl away, or worse, she might tell someone and try to fix things that were meant to remain broken. She was worried most of all that she would end up hurting Rachel, the girl had only been kind to her, ever, and she didn't want to just drag her down with her mess of a life.

'If it was just a song, then why were you crying... and why are you again now?'

'I'm not. It is just a song and that is it.' She stood up in protest, her voice sounding harsher than she had intended, 'I understand that you want to go around and try and make up problems for you to fix as you don't have friends, but next time you feel like poking your nose around in someone else's business, stay out of mine!' Quinn stormed out of the back entrance, leaving her bag and a surprised Rachel whose jaw dropped at the sudden outburst.

Quinn knew all too well that she had lost the battle of her emotions; she wanted to go and find him and punch the life out of him, but all she could do was cry. Right now, as she was running down the corridor, she could feel the tears spilling over the emotional dam she had built, soaking her face and dress. She flung open the nearest bathroom door, to see a couple of freshman Cheerios re-applying their make-up.

'Out! I said get out!' The two cheerleaders exchanged looks before turning their attention back to Quinn. At first they didn't move, that was until the intruder began burning holes through the girls with her manic stare, slamming her hand down onto the sink in the process. The two freshmen grabbed their make-up bags before heading quickly towards the door, chancing one last look at the blonde before re-entering the hectic hallways. Quinn checked that the stalls were all empty before stalking towards the door. She locked it, effectively locking herself away from the world as she wanted to be. She rested her forehead against the door as she began to cry loudly. Slamming her hand against the door a few times, she began to break down. Her whole body shook with sobs as she turned and slid down the door. The coolness of the floor against her back quieted her cries, but they didn't stop; the tears may have even been coming on stronger, if that was even possible. She rolled up her sleeves once again, staring vacantly at her forever marked skin. Her pale fingers pressed against her wrists before digging her nails deep and dragging them up the length of her forearm. She dragged them back and forth enough times for her to lose count, breaking the pattern of horizontal lines with vertical ones on both of her arms at the same time. Blood was dripping off of her finger tips as she rested them back down on the tiles, her vision too hazy to see the mess she made. She shakily stood up to walk over to the mirror. She blinked quickly to clear her sight as she stared at herself in the mirror, disgust written all over her face. She brought up her arms to draw an 'X' across her chest in blood, marking herself that she doesn't feel, she can't feel. She should be out with the trash as she's passed her sell by date. She's broken, too broken. She will never be fixed...

Note: Thank-you so much for reading this! Really sorry for any mistakes etc- my writing skills have never been great :L. As I said before, please review- I will really appreciate it and would love to know what you think of this story so far? Also, please let me know if you want me to continue or not? Thank-you again and I hope you have a great weekend Xx