A/N: I should be done but I can't stop. I should be finishing my epically long trilogy but I'm here giving you this. It's not the happiest chapter but its not the saddest I've ever written. Thanks for all the love. Lets get to it...shall we?


Chapter 8: The First Cut is the Deepest (Sheryl Crow)


She must have been exhausted.

I peeled myself out of Quinn's arms and had just grabbed her robe when the door swung open.

A dark haired, bombshell of a girl walked in with her huge headphones on her head.

She hadn't noticed me yet but that didn't last long.

She jumped back and threw her hand over her eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?" She shrieked.

"Um...Santana...you must be Quinn's roommate."

I closed up the robe and cleared my throat.

"You can open your eyes now."

The girl dropped her hands and then shot a glance over at Quinn.

"Yea...I'm her roommate, name's Cassie. Are you like her girlfriend or something?"

I shook my head and sat on the edge of the bed.

I was wracking my brain with my next move when I saw my panties hanging off Cassie's bedpost.

I had been in such a rush when I broke into Quinn's dorm that I didn't actually think of her roommate.

Shit.

"Look...I'm going to head back to my boyfriends room and let you guys have alone time."

"Yea...thanks."


The moment the door closed I heard a snicker from behind me.

I turned to see Quinn with a huge fucking grin on her face.

"Not cool Fabray!"

"But it was funny as hell!"

We glanced at each other and broke into a fit of giggles, I guess it was kind of funny.

"I guess I should get my soaked panties off her bed."

"Mmm...hand those to me."

I shot her a glare as I began to pick up my clothes from the various surfaces around the room.

"Fuck you." I grumbled.

Just as I was dropping my clothes at the foot of her bed, her arms came around me and she pulled me against her.

"I'd like you to...you know fuck me..."

I moaned and tried to turn in her arms but she was holding my arms tighter than I had realized.

"Ease up on my arms then, Q...I mean I'm a stallion and all but even I can't fuck you in this position."

She chuckled in my ear and then ground against my ass.

"Thirsty, lover?"

I swallowed and nodded as I relaxed against her.

"God yes."

I nearly fell when she abruptly spun from me and walked towards the door.

"Well then finish getting dressed so I can take you to dinner and we can grab something to quench that thirst."

She winked and then left the room.

"Fuck!"

The dripping was back.


We sat in a booth at an empty bar with untouched food in front of us.

"That shot wasn't cheap...drink it." She said as she threw back her second shot.

I reached out a hand and covered the next shot that she was reaching to.

"We came here instead of having sex because you obviously wanted to talk, Q. I have known you over half of my life. So talk."

She pulled her hand back into her lap and then I sat watching as her eyes jumped all around the room before they finally landed on me.

"It's so much easier to write my feelings." She whispered.

"No problem baby cakes."

I smiled gently at her and reached into my purse.

When I had written the letter it had been on a pack of fresh stationary that I had swiped from Rachel.

Talk to me, Q.

I scribbled my tiny note and slid it across the table.

I have so much that I want to say but I'm afraid that you'll hate me for it.

I smiled down at the note and then looked at her in understanding before writing back.

I know. That's why I'm here too, that and the leaky faucet in my pants.

She scrunched up her nose and quickly scribbled.

Gross.


I let out a bark of laughter and shoved the notepad to the side before leaning over the table and taking her hands in mine.

"Just be honest, Q...do you want me to rent that U-haul?"

She smiled and blushed before looking back at me with watery eyes.

"Maybe reserve it?" She shrugged trying her best to play it cool. "I don't want to be a rebound for you, San. I can handle being a lover but I can't handle being a rebound. I want to be with you."

I froze.

Literally I don't know what came over me but my brain just told my legs to move and so that is what they did.

I left her.

Just like that.

Vulnerable and half drunk.

How pathetic was I?

I just feel so stuck!


A/N: Bam ;)