Quinn stood in the driveway, looking up at the house before she heaved a sigh. It had been a very trying week since she started staying with Frannie. Since she left what she used to call her home. Since she found out that her husband had been cheating on her for a year. Now she was running out of clothes to wear and not to mention sanity to hold on to. Quinn had made some progress though. She had started looking for flats in the city with the help of Frannie's real estate agent friend. So far she had narrowed it down to three potentials.

Quinn didn't want to mooch off Frannie any longer than was necessary just because she was emotionally robbed by her cheating husband. Frannie didn't care whether she stayed a week or a year but Quinn did. Rachel had even offered to put her up until she decided where she wanted to live, which she appreciated the brunette for, but declined. With her roommates all in theater, it was like a musical mad house at Rachel's. Quinn still hadn't returned any of her mother's calls about what was happening with her marriage and while she knew she was pushing it with her, she also knew if she had that conversation with her mother right now it would tip her over the edge.

Quinn let out another sigh and made her way up the front porch stairs and into the house. She sifted through the mail on the table beside the front door, grabbing what was hers, before putting the rest back. Quinn then made her way to the living room and that's when she noticed Finn was sitting on the couch watching television. She should have known he wouldn't have respected her request not to be here when she came to get the rest of her stuff. He must have parked his car in the garage seeing as she was parked in the driveway and she didn't see his car at all. It would have given her incentive to leave and come back once he was gone for sure. Finn looked up at her in surprise.

"I swear I didn't know you were coming today." Finn said immediately, his hands held up in surrender. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"I told you I would be by sometime this week." Quinn replied as she jiggled her keys in her hands.

"Well you didn't actually say what day or else I would have been gone." Finn remarked quietly and Quinn was letting out another sigh. He had a point; she didn't actually tell him what day.

"It's fine." Quinn finished and then made her way to their room. She pulled her suitcase from the closet and began to pack it with all of her belongings that had been living in the room. She grabbed more of her clothes, picture frames and anything else she could fit in that suitcase before she was filling another. She could feel Finn's presence in the doorway as she threw more clothes into her other suitcase.

"What?" Quinn asked as she opened the chest of drawers and began emptying it of anything that belonged to her.

"Nothing just…" Finn sighed and ran his hand through his hair, the other holding a beer. She forgot it was super bowl Sunday and that's probably what he had been watching when she walked in the living room.

"You're really leaving." Finn stated more than questioned and Quinn shook her head.

"I'm really leaving." Quinn declared as she tossed a few more items into the already full suitcase. She unzipped the last spare suitcase she had and Finn watched her.

"And there's nothing I can do to make you stay? To change your mind?" Finn asked desperately and the sadness in his voice made her falter. She wouldn't go there though. She couldn't. If she took him back she would only be selling herself short.

"There isn't Finn. I can't do this anymore." Quinn confessed as she turned to look at him. He advanced into the room causing Quinn to backpedal a few paces and that made him stop in his tracks.

"Quinn please, I am begging you not to leave." Finn pleaded, grabbing her hands and Quinn couldn't help the tears that stung at her eyes.

"I don't want to leave you-" Quinn began but Finn cut her off.

"Then don't. We can work through this. We'll go to therapy. I'll do anything you want." Finn implored but Quinn shook her head taking her hands back from him.

"But I have to. Just thinking about you being with someone else makes me sick to my stomach. It's the ultimate betrayal. How could you ever do that to me?" Quinn asked as the tears started to fall this time.

"I love you Quinn." Finn declared desperately and again Quinn was shaking her head violently.

"No Finn. You don't do something like that to the person you love. You're a liar. You don't love me. You know just as well as I do that this was a marriage of convenience. You married me because I got knocked up and our parents encouraged us to." Quinn seethed and began to put more of her things into her suitcase again.

"Maybe that's what it was for you Quinn but that's not what it was for me. I married you because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Finn said and Quinn let out a humorless laugh. Once again he was painting her as the bad guy in this mess.

"Oh that's rich. Because cheating on your wife is exactly how you show her you love her and want to spend the rest of your life with her. Bravo Finn. Bravo." Quinn replied tartly as she clapped for his performance. Finn scowled at her as she tried her best to pack as fast as she could so she could get the hell out of this house.

"So just like that it's over?" Finn asked with a shrug and Quinn shook her head.

"No not just like that. You cheated. You ruined it. You ruined us and now it's over." Quinn remarked bitterly as she filled the last suitcase and zipped it up.

"I know you've lived most of your life playing the hero card Finn and doing a pretty good job of making everyone else look like the bad guy but this time it's you. I know you feel like this doesn't apply to you but the reality is, the shit you do has consequences and this is yours." Quinn declared as she slung an already full duffle bag across her shoulder and grabbed one of the suitcases, brushing past him as she made her way to put it into her car.

Once she had those tucked away in her trunk, she made her way back into the house and grabbed the others without another word to Finn. She would have to come back for the rest after she decided on a flat but for now she was good. As she made her way to the front door again, Finn called out to her.

"I'm not going to stop trying to get you back Quinn. I made a mistake but that doesn't mean I don't love you. There isn't going to be another person who will love you like I love you." Finn said and Quinn scoffed as she jerked the door open. The thought, though, made her stomach hurt.

"Well I'll definitely take my chances." Quinn said tartly before slamming the front door and putting the other two suitcases in her back seat. She wouldn't let him ever know that was the one thing that scared her the most. That she would never find another person to love her the way she wanted. The way she deserved.

Quinn wasted no time in gunning the engine and heading back to Frannie's. She couldn't believe she had felt sorry for him for a moment. Truth is, Finn Hudson was an asshole. Plain and simple. She can't exactly say when it was he had changed but he did. He was no longer the man she loved but someone she was growing to hate.

The drive back to Frannie's and the stop at the liquor store for a pack of cigarettes served to calm Quinn down. So when she walked through Frannie's front door, with a duffle slung over her shoulder and two suitcases, she wasn't so furious. John, who was home from his business trip to Chicago, grabbed the other from Quinn's car and put it in the guest room with the rest. Quinn didn't say anything as she went on the back porch and fumbled with her new pack of cigarettes, lighting up and taking a long drag. The nicotine burned so good in her chest and gave her a moment of relief.

"That bad huh?" Quinn heard John's voice ring out and she gave him a weak chuckle.

"Yeah it was pretty bad." Quinn confessed taking another drag off the cigarette. She hadn't really smoked in years and when she did it was only when she was really stressed out. Now was as good a time as any to stress out. John came to stand beside her, leaning over the banister of the back porch. He gestured for a cigarette of his own and Quinn handed the pack over to him.

"Frannie will kill you if she finds out." Quinn warned as he lit up the nicotine laced stick before he let out a chuckle.

"Then we just won't tell her." John replied and Quinn laughed.

"Yeah right. You'll be telling on yourself before we even get back in the house good enough." Quinn declared bringing out another chuckle from John.

"You do make a valid point there." John admitted as they both puffed on their cigarettes in a comfortable silence.

"I guess Frannie informed you of what's been going on?" Quinn asked taking another hit from her cigarette and making circles out of the smoke.

"Yeah she did. I'm sorry that something like this is happening to you Quinn." John replied sincerely and Quinn gave him a smile. Even before he had married Frannie, John had always seen Quinn as a second baby sister and to know that something as terrible as this was happening to her made him shake his head at the world.

"Thanks. I just hate that I didn't notice sooner. Would have saved me some wasted time." Quinn declared as she took one last long drag from her cigarette and stubbed it out before hopping up on the ledge of the banister.

"Never mind you finding out sooner, it's a damn shame it ever happened in the first place." John remarked and Quinn agreed because more than anything she wished it wouldn't have happened at all.

"He's a fool anyway. I see being married to a Fabray woman as a privilege and not a right." John said with a chuckle and Quinn joined in.

"Damn right." Quinn agreed before letting out a sigh. John stubbed out his cigarette as well.

"I'm sure he's already realizing what a huge mistake he made and soon when it sinks in that you aren't coming back, that you've decided to do what's right for you, that's when he'll be completely miserable. And it will be entirely his fault." John finished before he patted Quinn on the arm.

"Just hang in there and before you realize it, you're going to find someone who thinks the sun shines out of your ass and you'll be a better person for it." John declared and Quinn let out a watery chuckle. John gave the blonde's arm another squeeze before he made his way back inside, the faint sound of him telling Frannie he had a smoke with her being heard. Quinn laughed even louder at how predictable he was. Quinn lit up another cigarette and took a few puffs off of it before she was putting it out and letting go of a sigh as she glanced up at the sky. The stars were twinkling in a dance she couldn't comprehend and for the first time that concept didn't confuse her or make her wonder more; it just was.

Quinn pushed off the ledge of the banister and made her way down the back porch steps to lie on the grass next to the swing set that Anna and Summer stayed on for hours. She took in a deep breath and let it out as she watched the stars dance in the sky. She laid there for a while and it took her back to a time that she hadn't dwelled on in a while. It reminded her of one of the last nights in Tennessee; the summer of 2003. She and Santana had stayed in her grams' back yard until the wee hours of the morning just watching the stars while they talked about anything and everything. Santana didn't want her to leave and she didn't want to leave Santana either.

It almost seemed like a different life; thinking about the summers she had spent with her grams. Thinking about the summers she had spent with Santana. God, she hadn't really thought about Santana in a while. The girl had always been there in the back of her mind; someone she would never be able to forget but she hadn't thought about the times they had together in a while. Not after everything that happened between the two of them. Not after she stopped going to visit when she was seventeen.

It was a simpler time for Quinn, that's for sure. She wished she could go back there. To the times when things were a lot easier for her. Back to when she was happy and didn't really have a care in the world. She really missed those days; longed for those days even. All this thinking was starting to give the blonde a head ache so she rose from her place in the grass and made her way back into the house.

"I made spaghetti if you're hungry." Frannie informed and Quinn gave her a small smile.

"Thanks but I think I'm just gonna take a shower and then turn in for the night." Quinn replied and Frannie let out a sigh but nodded her head. Quinn then made her way to the guest room. As she rifled through her different suitcases and bags for pajamas before her shower, she could feel Frannie watching her from the threshold.

"I'm worried about you." Frannie said as she leaned against the door jamb, arms crossed over her chest. Quinn let out a small laugh.

"Tell me a time when you aren't Frannie?" Quinn asked to which Frannie rolled her eyes. Quinn had a point. When they were younger they had a rocky relationship due to the fact that Quinn was a lot younger than her but she always had her back. She was her baby sister after all. It was only after they got older that she worried all the time about Quinn. And it was never a worry of whether she was succeeding or financially stable because she ran her own record company for god sakes but whether she was happy. Quinn was so used to letting every tom, dick and harry influence what she did with her life that more times than not Frannie seriously wondered if Quinn was truly happy.

"Touché. But I'm serious Quinn. I'm worried about you." Frannie remarked and Quinn nodded as she took a seat on the bed.

"I know you are but you shouldn't be. I'm a big girl Fran. I'll be fine." Quinn admonished and Frannie sighed.

"But will you really be?" Frannie asked seriously and the only answer she got was silence.

"I don't know Frannie. But I have to try to be. I can't just stop living life because of this shit." Quinn let out in frustration. Frannie uncrossed her arms and made her way over to Quinn, taking a seat next to her on the bed.

"But you are Quinnie. Last week I watched you glide through life like you were some kind of ghost. Here but not really." Frannie argued and Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Jesus Frannie, I just got cheated on by my husband of five years. You can't expect me to just bounce back from that within a week." Quinn defended and once again, Frannie was letting out a sigh.

"I know-" Quinn shook her head cutting Frannie off.

"No, I don't think you do know Frannie. You don't know what this is like because the man you love would never dream of hurting you like that. Finn and I didn't have nearly as close a relationship as you and John. He didn't love me like that. The only time I came remotely close to someone loving me like that I ran from it and settled for Finn. And look where that got me." Quinn fumed before blowing out her breath. She didn't like thinking about any of this. Fannie was puzzled about whom this person was Quinn was talking about but she didn't question it.

"So no Frannie, you don't know shit." Quinn finished before she removed herself from the spot next to Frannie.

"Okay." Frannie said holding up her hands in surrender, not wanting to fight with her sister. It was the last thing Quinn needed.

"Okay." Quinn bit back before Frannie made her way out of the guest room to leave Quinn to her own devices. Quinn knew that this was displaced anger that she was throwing at Frannie but she couldn't help it. She was pissed off, hurt and feeling a whole lot of regret so she couldn't help but explode. It was all too much for the blonde to handle. Quinn ran a hand through her hair before she decided she would go take a shower. Maybe it would help her refrain from biting Frannie's head off again for simply worrying about her.

The shower did help. It helped her push that anger down some so it wouldn't bubble up and explode all over Frannie's living room next time. After her shower, Quinn made her way into the kitchen to get something to eat after realizing she hadn't really eaten all day. Frannie was washing the dishes and Quinn wrapped her arms around her, laying her head on the taller blondes back.

"I'm sorry." Quinn mumbled just before giving Frannie a squeeze and letting go. Frannie shut the water off after washing the last plate and turned to face Quinn. Frannie had a stern look on her face, the kind Quinn only imagined made her nieces cower, and she gave Frannie a guilty look.

"I'm sorry for blowing up on you like that. I didn't mean it, it was displaced anger. None of this is your fault and I know you were only trying to look out for me. So, I'm sorry." Quinn finished, her gaze shifting from her sister's to fiddle with her hands. Frannie sighed. She knew Quinn was never one for apologizing. For anything. So she knew the blonde was trying.

"It's fine. I know you're having a shit time right now so I'm over it." Frannie replied accepting Quinn's apology before giving her a smile and leaving the kitchen. Quinn let out a sigh before she grabbed a plate and served herself some of the left over spaghetti. She heated it up in the microwave before chowing down. She had to admit, Frannie made really good spaghetti. Once the blonde had her fill, rewashing the plate and fork she used, she made her way back to her temporary room.

Quinn knew she wouldn't be able to sleep and that's why two hours later she was still looking at the pattern that the dry wall made on the ceiling, listening to the clock on the bedside table tick. Her mind wouldn't shut off, memories of summers in Tennessee flooding back in to clutter her brain. Days she spent at the lake with Santana and the afternoons the three of them; her, Puck and Santana, lived in the diner. The three musketeers.

Quinn smiled at the memory of when Santana dared Puck to chug a whole milkshake without stopping for a crummy baseball card and he did it. Or how Santana could instantly make her feel the best even when she was feeling her worst. It also made her think about the way she left things with Santana as well and that made her stomach churn. It was then that Quinn started to miss the life she had back in Tennessee. It had always made her feel at home even though it wasn't. She was a completely different person now from the girl she used to be. A girl she missed so much she didn't even realize until now.

It was then that she decided she had to get that girl back. She had to get back to her somehow and she knew just the way to do it. Quinn flung the covers off of her and started packing up all the things she had in Frannie's guest room, sliding closet doors open and nearly tripping over her duffle bag. At the sound of the commotion Frannie appeared in the doorway for the second time that night.

"What are you doing?" The older blonde asked puzzled as Quinn zipped up a suitcase.

"Packing." Quinn replied as she got on her knees to get a spare shoe from under the bed and threw it in her duffle bag.

"I can see that. My question is what are you packing for?" Frannie carried on as Quinn began to change from her pajamas to jeans and a shirt.

"No, your question was 'what am I doing?'." Quinn said chuckling to which Frannie rolled her eyes.

"Smart ass." Frannie commented as Quinn tugged on her boots.

"But to answer your question, I'm leaving." Quinn declared as she finished getting all that she had in the guest room into her duffle bag that it came in and various suitcases.

"And where exactly are you going at…" Frannie trailed off to glance at the time on her watch.

"1:30 in the morning?" Frannie questioned as Quinn pulled on her jacket.

"Tennessee." Quinn supplied to which Frannie frowned.

"And you decided this when?" Frannie fired off another question and Quinn laughed.

"About ten minutes ago. What's with the 21 questions?" It was Quinn's turn to ask and Frannie only shrugged.

"I'm just confused." Frannie admitted and Quinn sighed as she grabbed her messenger bag off the desk chair and slug it over her shoulder.

"I can't stay in New York right now Fran. You were right; it's sucking the life out of me. This whole failing marriage ordeal? It's sucking the life out of me. I don't even know who I am anymore. I was so tied to Finn, that marriage, that without it I don't even know who I am anymore. How to be on my own. So I'm going to Tennessee to pay grams a visit. I use to be really happy there and I'm not here so maybe I'll be able to find that happiness again. Maybe grams can motivate me to actually sort through my shit." Quinn confessed and Frannie shook her head.

"And this can't wait until the more day part of the day?" Frannie asked just to double check. She knew once her sister had her mind set there was no changing it.

"Nope." Quinn supplied an answer Frannie already knew, before hefting her black duffle over her shoulder.

"Thought so. Then I guess I'll drive you to the airport." Frannie declared to which Quinn gave her a grateful smile.

"Thanks Frannie." Quinn said but only received an eye roll from the older blonde before she lifted the handle on Quinn's suitcase, dragging it from the guest room. John saw the two blondes making their way down the hall as he came from the bathroom.

"And just where are you two going?" John asked with a chuckle.

"To the airport. Grab the rest of her bags." Frannie responded and John continued to look at the two of them puzzled.

"I'm going to Tennessee. Now be a gentleman John and get the rest of my bags." Quinn chuckled. John only shrugged before muttering a 'Fabray Women' under his breath and going to get the rest of Quinn's bags. Soon Quinn's car was packed and Frannie was starting up the engine as Quinn slide into the passenger seat.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." Frannie told her husband before he leaned down through the driver side window and gave her a kiss.

"Be safe. And Quinn? Don't cause too much trouble down there in the south." John said with a laugh while Quinn gave him a sly smirk.

"I make no promises." Quinn replied in her best twang before Frannie was shaking her head and pulling off from the curb, waving at John from the window. Quinn scrolled through her contacts list in her iPhone until she reached her grams and dialed the number. She was probably fast asleep right now and Quinn sent up an apology because she was about to wake her. Her grams answered the phone with a groggy 'hello' and Quinn took a deep breath.

"Hey grams, how would you like some company for the summer?"