Oh, WOW! It's almost been a year since this story has been updated! I literally suck, I know. But honestly though, I had a chapter almost completed on this story (and the rest of my Quinntana Week 2014 entry's) several months ago. They were on my other computer and I stupidly didn't save them to a flash-drive or CD or anything and my computer broke. When I finally got another one like three months ago, I really procrastinated on those stories, because I had them finished and I lost them so that's part of the reason it took so long...

...I am ever so sorry and I hope this chapter makes up for it (like I really do)!


"What do you mean you're leaving?" Quinn couldn't believe what she was hearing as she watched her girlfriend pack up her things, stuffing clothes and other little things into a suitcase and a bag that were on the bed the pair shared. The brunette stopped for a second, sighing as she turned to face the blonde, "I just have to go." Quinn watched her start moving again, standing there helplessly as Marley packed up their lives together. She took the picture of the two of them at the beach together and tossed it into the suitcase before going over to the dresser and pulling out her clothes.

"I-I don't understand." Quinn mumbled, she'd decided to come home early from work as a surprise, and this is what she was met with.

Marley stuffed the bag full of her clothes before moving to the bedside table and ripping open its drawer. "I just can't do it." She told Quinn, collecting some of the things inside the drawer and tossing it into the case with the picture.

"Do what?" Quinn asked her voice shaking, "I don't understand."

"Quinn." Marley turned to face her, "you weren't supposed to be here."

Quinn shook her head, "Well, you're not supposed to leave."

"Quinn."

"What?" It was hard for her to keep from crying, "what did I do?"

"Nothing!" Marley quickly said, "you haven't done anything. This is because of me." She shrugged, "okay? It's me."

"Oh, come on!" Quinn scoffed. Marley stared at her for a moment saying nothing as she moved to finish packing her things. "You're leaving me." Quinn said after a moment. "It obviously means there's something wrong here. The least you could do is tell me what I've done."

"Nothing!" Marley snapped, "God, I just can't do this anymore. I don't feel right here. New York is breaking me. I don't fit in here."

"Well, if that's how you felt then you could've just said something."

"Why?" Marley shrugged. "So we could move away together? So I could hold you back somewhere else?"

"Hold me back-" Quinn was shocked.

"So you could grow to resent me." Marley finished, "no."

"What do you mean hold me back?" Quinn asked.

"Quinn, I can't." Marley told her. She pushed around the blonde putting a few more things into the suitcase before she flipped it closed. "I can't do this with you, I can't look at you and we can't talk about this."

"Why?"

"Because if we talk about it we'll both cry and you'll convince me to stay, and I can't. Quinn, I'm sorry."

"But-"

"I can't stay." Her girlfriend said, grabbing the bags from the bed she pushed out of the bedroom and toward the apartment door.

"Marley wait!" Quinn cried, following her through the apartment. "You can't just leave, you promised me."

"Quinn-"

"You said you'd never hurt me." Quinn tried, reaching up and wiping at her eyes.

Marley dropped the bags by the door, turning to face the blonde, "I never wanted to." She whispered before she reached out and took Quinn's hand, slipping a little object into it before she turned away, "I'm sorry." She said again before proceeding to walk out of Quinn's life.

When the girl was gone Quinn finally let go completely. After the door had closed and a few minutes had passed she dropped to the floor, crying. One look at the ring in her hand and she shattered.

Her fiancée was gone.


"What is that amazing smell?" Santana asked as she strolled into the kitchen. She wiped at her eyes, holding back a yawn as she watched Quinn move to face her.

"You were supposed to stay in bed." Quinn told her.

"Oh, was I?"

"Yes." Quinn nodded facing the stove again where three pans were currently sizzling and popping as the food inside them cooked. "I was going to give you breakfast in bed. I know how much you need the energy after last night." She shot Santana a wink.

"Well, I'll go back to the bedroom." She motioned behind her, "it sounds good to me." She turned around, backtracking her steps as Quinn called after her saying it'd be done soon. Santana hopped back onto the bed, she crawled up to the top, sitting back against the headboard, scooting the pillows back to rest on, and she threw the covers over herself before fixing her hair. While Santana waited for her fiancé to bring her the breakfast she checked her phone, it had gone off a couple of times last night, but she was a little too preoccupied with Quinn to bother answering it. She had one missed call and three text messages, all from Brittany.

No surprise there.

You don't need to call me back, I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry. I have no room to tell you what to do. But as your best friend I want you to be happy. You deserve as much. I don't think keeping our marriage a secret is the best thing to do Santana, even if it was short.
-Britt

Santana sighed switching to the next message, thinking it'd be another one telling her to come clean. It was.

Quinn's super nice and pretty awesome. I don't think she'll care. Don't screw this up!
-Britt

Santana rolled her eyes, part of her was actually thinking about skipping the next message all together and just deleting them all without a second thought. But she didn't.

Oh! And you need to come back to L.A. soon. Even if it is for a short visit. Only a day. I miss you!...Okay bye!
-Britt

That one made her laugh, she truly did have the best friends.

"What's so funny?" Quinn asked as she strolled into the bedroom, a tray of food in her hands.

Santana brightened as the blonde climbed onto the bed and maneuvered to sit next to Santana, after placing the tray in front of her. "Aw, you even brought me a rose."

"Well, I stole it from the flowers on the counter, but I think it's still the same." Quinn smiled.

Santana picked up a piece of bacon and started eating her breakfast. "Brittany was just saying I need to visit soon because she misses me. She said even if it's just for a day I need to get over there." She finished that piece of bacon and wiped her hands together before picking up the fork to start on her pancakes. "Are you gonna eat any?"

"Oh, you're offering to share?"

"Please, I'm not selfish-No!" She slapped the blonde's hand away, "stay away from my bacon."

Quinn's hand retreated and she rubbed it with a pout, "you just said that I could have some."

"Yes, but not the bacon. You have a problem when it comes to bacon. It's like you inhale it. If I give you one piece you'll eat the entire pile."

"Fine." Quinn said dragging herself from the bed, "I'll just get my own bacon. It's all I wanted anyway."

"I knew it!" Santana called after the blonde. "Of course you wanted my bacon." She said to herself, taking a bite of her eggs before she picked up her phone again.

I'll come back soon, I promise…and I miss you too.
-San

She shot her friend the message before continuing on with her breakfast. Quinn didn't take long in the kitchen and when she came back she had a small plate of food. Most of it was bacon, but she did have one pancake and a small pile of eggs. "So what's the plan for today?" Quinn wondered climbing back onto the bed, slipping her legs under the covers. She grabbed a piece of her bacon and looked at Santana.

"I have to go to school today." Santana shared. "I missed that meeting with the counselor yesterday."

"Missed it?"

Santana frowned, "okay, so I ditched it." She shrugged, "whatever. So I'm gonna do it today." She shoveled another bite of eggs into her mouth before pointing to Quinn.

"Well, I have the day off. I think I might call Rachel and just hang out with her for a while."

"Sounds inviting."

Quinn's brow furrowed, "you don't like Rachel?"

"No, it's not that I don't like her." Santana said quickly. "I mean I don't really know her yet. She's just very…" She paused trying to think of the right word. She definitely didn't want to make Quinn angry with her.

"Scary?" Quinn smirked.

"No." Santana shook her head, "I'm not scared of Rachel. I just think she's a little abrasive. She's very forward and doesn't hold back about anything."

"That's true." Quinn nodded, taking a sip of the orange juice she had brought in for Santana. "It's one of the things that I love most about her though. She's always honest."

"It can be hella annoying too." Santana pointed out as she scooped up a bit of egg.

"But it wouldn't be Rachel if she wasn't like that." Quinn smiled taking another piece of bacon from her plate."


"I wonder what Quinn will say when she sees you've moved into her room instead of me." Kurt said, blowing into his coffee to cool it down as he leaned against the door frame.

"I don't think she'll say anything." Rachel told him as she pushed one of his boxes into the room. "Except maybe that she understands. She knows her room was bigger."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "it's not that much bigger and you're the one who picked a room first, remember? I was here when you first moved in. I do believe I helped you move from New Haven."

Rachel snatched the coffee from Kurt's hands, much to his dismay. She took a quick sip before handing it back. "You could help me, you know."

"I could. But I don't want to."

"You know the sooner I move into this room, the sooner you can unpack your own."

"Yeah, but I bet Quinn's coming over today and I want her to see you and witness all of your crazy."

"Oh, please, Quinn isn't coming over." Rachel snapped, "she's too busy with her fiancée." She mocked the last word. Kurt watched Rachel for a moment as he took a sip of his coffee. "Don't give me that look." Rachel scolded.

"What look?" He had a look?

"The look of pity." Rachel told him, backing into the room. "I don't want your pity." She walked over to Kurt's boxes and continued to drag them out.

"Rachel, I'm sorry." Kurt said. "I know this sucks for you."

The girl only shook her head, "no." She pointed a finger at him, "don't do that, I don't need you to feel sorry for me, okay?"

Kurt shrugged helplessly.

"You don't know how much I hate this."

"Rachel-"

"No!" She violently shook her head again, "okay. Do you think I asked for this? Do you think I wanted to fall in love with my best friend? Because I didn't, Kurt. I didn't want to fall in love with Quinn, I just did. You're hating on me for wanting her to know the truth…and you have reason to, I mean I hate myself a little bit too." She shrugged. "Santana's nice. Great even. She seems like a wonderful person, but I really hope she's not." Kurt went to say something, but Rachel waved her hand. "It makes me selfish, I know, but I can't watch Quinn marry someone else. She needs to at least know how I feel. To know her options."

The boy stood in the doorway, unable to say anything as Rachel carried on grabbing boxes of his things. She'd brush past him every so often, taking his boxes and moving toward her current room before dragging something of her own back with her.

He felt bad for her. Sure he thought she was stupid for waiting as long as she had to finally say something to Quinn, but in a way he couldn't blame her. Rachel was right when she said Quinn was always in a relationship. It was like their friend couldn't survive on her own. Though thinking about it Marley had walked out (over eight months ago) so for about four and a half months Quinn had been single. Couldn't she have said something then?

Kurt took another drink of is coffee before stepping into the living room, he took a seat on the couch and flipped on the TV. Not far into his channel surfing Rachel's phone began ringing. "Rachel!" Kurt called, seeing her phone on the coffee table in front of him. "Rachel, your phone's going off!"

"Could you get it for me?" His friend called back.

Kurt leaned forward and grabbed the tiny device, he clicked into it and pushed the answer button. "Hey, Quinn!" He smiled, muting the TV.

"Kurt? Uh, hi…I did call the right number, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did." He nodded, "uh, huh. Rachel's in the other room. She asked me to get it."

"Okay…well, I was just calling to see if she was busy today?"

"No, I don't believe she is. Why do you want to know?"

Quinn chuckled, "I just wanted to hang out today, is that a problem?"

"No, it's not."

"Okay. Well, then would you ask her if she's free today?"

Kurt nodded, "Yeah." But for you she'd clear her schedule, darling. He covered the end of the phone and waited a few seconds before replying, "she said she's free whenever you want to drop by."

"Actually could you ask her to meet me at that bridge?"

"Sure, sure…hey, you know I'm kind of offended you didn't ask me to join you as well."

"I'm sorry." Quinn was quick to answer, "I just figured you had to work today, you're normally working on Fridays."

"Yeah, I do." Kurt replied, "still it's nice to offer."

"Well, I apologize, Kurt." Quinn told him. "Would you like to join us?"

Kurt smiled, "I'm sorry, Quinn, but I'll have to decline. I have to work today. We've got a double shoot this afternoon."

"Well, damn." Quinn said. "I was really hoping you'd be able to make it."

Rachel walked into the living room, hands on her hips, "you're watching TV?" She shook her head. "You can push aside time to watch television that will rot your brain, but you can't set aside time to help your best friend move?" She shook her head in disbelief before her eyes caught sight of the phone, "who is it?" Kurt didn't answer, instead only waved her off. "Um excuse me, but that's my phone. I do believe whomever was calling was trying to get ahold of me."

Kurt placed a finger over his lips, silently telling her to be quiet as Quinn said, "I'll see her in about an hour. That'll work for her right?"

"Yeah." Kurt nodded, "whenever."

Rachel glared at him, "who is it?"

Quinn said a quick goodbye and Kurt hung up. "Stop glaring at me, you told me to get it." He tossed the phone up at the girl.

"Who was it?" Rachel asked snatching the device from the air.

"Quinn, she's not busy with Santana today. She wants to hang out with you."

"Really?" Rachel's eyes brightened and a huge smile plastered on her face. Even Kurt had to admit, she looked kind of adorable.

"Yes, she told me to tell you to meet her at the bridge in an hour."

"An hour!"

"Yes." Kurt nodded, "so you should probably stop with the room and go get ready." Kurt waved, "go on."

"But I-"

"I'm sure the rooms will still be here when you get back." Kurt stood up, "oh and hey, I think this day would be the perfect opportunity for you to tell her how you feel."

"What!?" Rachel shook her head, "no, I'm not ready."

"Rachel."

"I need to plan out what I'm gonna say. I'm not ready. I have to plan it, I have to rehearse."

"You need to just say it, Rachel. Speak from the heart."

"I couldn't."

"Yes, you can." Kurt took a step forward. "You know you can."

"Why do you want me to tell her now?" Rachel asked. "Last I checked you didn't want me to do anything."

The boy shook his head, "no, it's not that I don't want you to do anything, Rachel, because I know this is something you have to do. It's for closure or whatever. I just don't want you to wait until the day of the wedding. I don't want you to think dramatics are going to get you anywhere. This isn't like a movie Rachel. I think you need to tell her sooner rather than later." He shrugged, "you can't just carry on these next few months pretending to care about the wedding only to crash it in the end. Tell her now and if things don't go your way, hopefully you can patch things up quickly."

"If things don't go my way maybe we can patch things up?" Rachel looked taken aback. "Kurt if this doesn't go my way I'm going to be devastated. Heartbroken. There's no way I'll be over it in a little time…I'm not prepared to tell her. I don't want her to hate me…I can't lose her, Kurt. I just can't."

"Fine." Kurt shrugged, "tell her today or don't. Do whatever you feel is right. Just remember this, the longer you wait, the more time she has to fall deeper in love with Santana." He gave her a nod before walking toward his room.

It's not that Kurt actually wanted Rachel to breakup Quinn and Santana, because he didn't. He actually like the Latina and he loved seeing Quinn this happy. Nothing was better than his friend's happiness, though it sucked that Quinn's happiness made Rachel so miserable.

Kurt cared for both girls very much, and if it came down to it, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to choose between them and pick a side. Santana was great, he could already see that and he'd just met the girl. But just because she was great didn't mean Rachel deserved to be alone. Really, maybe she was right when she said Quinn might be harboring feelings for her too. Maybe Quinn was scared too.

He doubted it, honestly, but if there was any chance at all, it needed to be discovered soon.

The only way Rachel was going to find out for sure, the only chance she'd have at moving on was if she were to actually confess her feelings.

Kurt knew it was going to be hard, scary even. He definitely understood her hesitance, but she had to do it sometime or else she'd never know.

Either way Kurt was going to be there for her. Rachel meant the world to him.


Britt and I were married. Santana thought. "See it's easy." She whispered to herself as she stood in the bathroom. She combed a hand through her hair and sighed. Brittany was right, she knew it of course. When it came to things like this most of the time her blue-eyed friend was right.

Of course she had to tell Quinn she used to be married. She couldn't head into another marriage with a bunch of secrets. She was probably freaking out about nothing. Quinn wouldn't care. The past is in the past. What's done is done.

Right?

"Santana? Babe, are you okay?" Quinn's voice peered, through the door as she knocked upon it.

"Uh-yeah." Santana moved to open the door. "I'm good." She said when she was face to face with her fiancée.

Quinn watched her for a moment, her brow quirked, "you sure?"

"Yeah." Santana smiled.

"You were in there for a while. I was thinking maybe you got lost." She gave Santana a wink as she pushed past the girl to the sink.

Santana watched Quinn grab her eye lining pencil and start tracing her eye. "Are you gonna be gone all day?" She asked leaning against the doorframe.

Quinn's eyes met hers in the mirror before she shrugged, "I don't know, I guess that depends on Rachel." She went back to focusing on her makeup before asking, "do you need me back for something?"

"No." Santana shook her head, "I was just wanting to know if I'd be dining alone tonight or not."

"Possibly." Quinn told her. "But if it's something else I can come home whenever."

"No." Santana repeated, "it was just about dinner."

Quinn watched her for a moment before once again continuing with her makeup. Standing there a little longer Santana decided she'd tell Quinn later. There was a chance the conversation would lead to a fight and she didn't want Quinn to be rude and miserable all day. She also didn't want her to cancel her plans with Rachel. It wasn't a big deal. The conversation could wait a little longer, as long as it was finished before they said 'I do.'

Pushing herself from the doorframe, Santana walked up to Quinn and wrapped her arms around her waist, causing the blonde to stop mid-eye. Santana leaned around and kissed Quinn's cheek, "I'm gonna head out. Have fun with Rachel."

"Don't cause too much trouble for the counselor."

Santana let out a chuckle as she moved to exit the room, "I promise." She replied, "love you."

"Love you!" Quinn called out, just as Santana reached the door.


So she didn't mean to get distracted. Really. She didn't.

It just so happened as she was stepping out of the subway she saw a small diner. It looked interesting enough and coffee sounded way better than talking to a counselor. So she took a little detour.

Quinn would be so proud.

"Ugh." Santana grunted as she took a seat at the counter in a diner that was a few blocks away from the school.

"Well, that's a pleasant sound." A voice peeped out. Santana raised her head from her arms and looked at the girl standing before her. She was across the counter, wearing a short apron, which obviously meant she worked here. Her hair was dyed blue, she was a little on the short side and she had a washrag in hand. "Would you like some coffee?"

"I would love some?"

"Kay." The girl smiled at her before turning to the small table behind her and grabbing a cup. "Sugar?" She threw over her shoulder.

"Little bit."

The waitress returned with the cup of coffee and a thing of creamer, "help yourself." She motioned. Santana gave her a grateful smile as she reached out and fixed the beverage to her liking. "Can I get you anything else?" She asked.

"You could just hand me my diploma and we'll call it a day." Santana joked scooting the creamer away from herself.

"Ah, college." The other lady said as she snatched the creamer, placing it back on the table behind her. "That bad?"

"I just transferred here…I was back in L.A."

"Where you going?"

"NYU."

"No way." The girl smiled, "me too." She reached across the counter, "I'm Dani by the way."

"Santana." She replied taking the offered hand.

"So why'd you transfer? Did you not like L.A.?"

"I got engaged." Santana said. "My fiancée lives here."

"So you gave up your school?"

"No." Santana shook her head, "it's not like that. I was transferring already. My plans weren't working there so I figured I'd try somewhere else. I got lucky when I met her."

Dani didn't seem fazed after hearing Santana was marrying a girl, instead she said, "I take it you're not enjoying NYU though?"

Santana took a sip of her coffee. "It's not that I don't enjoy it…I really haven't attended any classes yet. I'm supposed to be checking in with the counselor…it's just exhausting." She shrugged, "you know, I've done this all before. I know what I want, but they always try to steer you in other directions, something to fall back on or whatever."

"Well, hey," Dani reached over and grabbed a pen before pulling out a little notebook from her apron, "if you ever need anyone to show you around…or to vent to, I don't judge. Either way hit me up." She ripped the paper from the pad and slid her number to Santana.

Before she could say anything the girl was off helping other customers. Santana stared at the paper in her hands before waving someone toward her. "Can I help you?" Another woman asked.

"Yeah, how much was this." Santana motioned to her coffee.

"Oh, it's covered." Was her reply.

"What?"

"She got it for you." She pointed across the room. Santana's eyes followed to where Dani was standing, scribbling onto her small pad. "You know normally I'd be angry that my girlfriend was buying another lady drinks, but since I overheard you're engaged, I think I'm okay with it."

Santana's eyes landed back on the waitress, "she's your girlfriend?"

"Five years together." She grinned.

"That's great." Santana smiled before she slid from the stool, "be sure to tell her thanks for me, please?"

"Will do. Take care."

Santana took her last sip from her coffee before heading outside. Dani seemed nice, so she'd probably take her up on that offer. It'd be pretty nice having someone around New York other than Quinn. Sure she had Quinn's friends in a way, but that didn't really feel all that comforting. Having someone to fall back on that was just there for her. That was on her side that felt right. And maybe Dani could be that person when Brittany wasn't.

Really, she's said it before, she doesn't hate Quinn's friends, they're just a little too much sometimes. She only just met them and she can already tell the kind of people they are. High strung and protective. Which can be a very dangerous thing if not handled right.


Of all the things Rachel was planning to see when she walked through the door, this was not one of them. Really she was prepared to see kissing in the kitchen, or cuddling in the living room. Dinner being made, maybe some dancing, but this was out of the blue. This knocked the wind out of her.

She was literally prepared for anything, anything except Quinn sitting in the middle of the kitchen surrounded in darkness drenched in tears.

"Quinn?" Rachel immediately dropped her bag and rushed to her friends side, "are you okay? What happened?" Rachel was frantically looking around for a cut or a wound. "Quinn?" Her eyes landed back on the tear stained face.

"Marley left me." Rachel watched Quinn shake in tears. "She said she couldn't stay. She couldn't hold me back. And I just don't understand."

Rachel shook her head, "no." She said. "No, it's Marley. She'll be back."

Quinn's eyes fell on her, "she's not coming back."

"Of course she is." Rachel adjusted herself so she was leaning against the counter, "she as to." She said, reaching forward to brush a tear from Quinn's face, "she'd be stupid not to."

"I miss her."

"Shh. I know." Rachel helped Quinn adjust as well, her head rested on Rachel's shoulder. "If she doesn't realize her mistake Quinn then she wasn't worth your time."

"But I love her."

Rachel's heart clenched as she heard that, "I know." She whispered, and I've loved you for years.

There was a brief moment of silence before Quinn let out a quiet sentence, "I don't know what to do with it." She raised her hand, holding an object out to Rachel.

Rachel looked at the ring that was now in her hand. "I'll take care of it." She whispered, "come on, Quinn. Let's get you to bed." She slowly raised herself from the floor, pulling the blonde with her.

"Can I stay in your room?"

"Of course." Rachel smiled softly.

"And you'll stay with me, right?"

"Always."


"I'm surprised you and Santana didn't have anything planned today." Rachel commented as she and Quinn swung back and forth on the swinging bench at the park.

"Why?" Quinn's brow quirked, "it's not like one can't function without the other."

"I don't know." Rachel shrugged, "I mean the relationship's fresh and you're getting married." It was hard for her to say.

"But I'll always have time for you." Quinn said sincerely. "Rachel, you've always been amazing to me…honestly I don't know how you've put up with me through all these years, between Marley and Puck…with everything."

"I love you." Rachel easily. It was easy enough for her to say it now because Quinn had no idea about her feelings. To her those words were meant as friends, but to Rachel they meant everything.

"I love you too." Quinn smiled.

That kind of hurt to hear. Because she didn't. Not really. Not in the way Rachel wished she did. Kurt was right though. If she had any chance at all she needed to confess sooner rather than later. Wrecking Quinn's wedding had never been on her to-do list. Quinn's hand was like an inch away from hers. It would only take a second to reach out and grab it, and Rachel really wanted to. "Quinn, I have to tell you something." Rachel finally said.


Oh, my God!

So there's my update...I make no promises for the next chapter, but I really hope I update sometime soon...

...Thank you so much to everyone who's still interested, you've made my day by reading! :)