a/n: I decided to made this chapter Quinn's POV since I want to let the readers know what happened to Santana and Quinn's past before Brittany came to there life. It's a brief story so I'm sorry if for some of you might get confuse. I put dates just so it won't get too confusing. :)

Da Capo (Quinn's POV)

I'm Quinn Fabray, age 19. I recently moved to L.A. with my arch-rival in high school, Santana Lopez.

(October 8)

"So why are we here again?" I asked Santana. We were taking a break some café in Los Angeles.

After our high school graduation, Santana and I had bonded slightly, which was outrageous, since we had previously hated each other.

She told me that going to L.A. was the best place to find bliss. It was a absurd idea. Yet here I was.

"Quit whining and just trust me!" she snapped with a roll of her dark eyes. What did I get myself into? Trusting her, letting her bring me here, it was the dumbest decision I ever made.

"I'm going to the restroom." I told Santana, still regretting making the trip at all. She gave only a nod in response.

Before leaving my seat, I noticed this guy at another table. He was cute, especially when he smiled.

Suddenly I caught him looking in our direction. His expression changed to slight amazement and then he stood abruptly, and started walking towards us. Walking towards me.

"Santana?" he asked, walking right past me. She looked up at him, startled.

"Finn?" Santana mumbled and looked very confused.

"I can't believe I'd find you here! It's been forever." I couldn't help but to listen in.

"You're here too?" Santana said, and suddenly seemed exhausted. "Why is fate so cruel to me?" Santana mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Finn replied. She gave no response. "Is she your friend?" he asked, tilting his chin toward me.

"Sort of. We went to the same high school."

"What's your name?" he asked with a smile on his face.

"I'm Quinn," I responded too quickly, returning his smile.

"I'm Finn, you guys should sit over there with us." Finn pointed their table. "I'm with a buddy of mine, too." he added.

(December 1)

Time passed by really quickly since we got to Los Angeles and a lot of things happened all at once.

Santana and I found an old apartment. She hated the place, but it was cheap enough. Separate rooms, of course.

Santana and Finn's friend Puck started dating… just after Finn and I started dating.

We had also started work in a bar called New Schu Empire. Finn and Puck worked there, so with our connections and qualifications, it wasn't hard to get in.

I was at work one night, washing glasses behind the bar. Santana was supposed to be helping. She wasn't.

"So what song would you like to sing tonight?" Rachel entered the room, talking to Finn.

"Any song would be great." Finn responded as he fixed Rachel's bangs.

Those two, they have something strange going on.

"Why aren't you doing anything?" Santana whispered to me. "Hey dim-wit, is it possible to shut your mouth even for just a few minutes?" she said, taking a step towards Rachel and Finn.

Rachel Berry used to live in New York, but her career their ended before it started. So she came here. She was a good friend of the owner of this bar, Mr. Schuester.

She was also Finn's best friend, which I found very hand to believe. I couldn't believe someone could be friends with someone as annoying as Rachel. Still Finn was a good guy, and, well, I was in love with him.

(February 16)

"You're breaking up with me? Why?" Puck asked Santana very loudly out in the parking lot after work. Santana didn't respond and continued on her way to her car.

Almost all of us could hear them. Santana knew it was humiliating him. She didn't care. Actually, she was enjoying it quite a bit.

"You can't do this to me!" Puck pulled at Santana's arm, trying to get her to turn back. She whipped around and her hand smashed into his jaw. His head snapped back, and he stared at her, stunned.

"It's because you're a loser and I don't do losers!" Santana finally snapped at him and stalked away, shoulders tense.

Puck watched her leave in offended silence, jaw slack. He always held a tough façade, so everyone was a bit surprised to see him struck dumb, except for me. This is so like Santana! She would always go for a tough and hot guy and dump him the minute she'd had enough – usually a matter of three seconds.

I couldn't handle all the attention Santana was getting so I squeezed Finn's shoulder, giving him a sign to go to his friend and comfort him.

"Alright, show's over!" Finn announced to everyone who was still standing around, and asked Puck if he would like to drink.

(April 25)

I called my father because I was feeling a little homesick, but when I finally talked to him, all he said was how disappointed he was in me.

I got so depressed after that conversation that I decided to go to Finn's house. So maybe we could cuddle and hopefully alleviate my depression. "What happened? I was worried when I got your message." Finn said as I entered his house.

"Oh, Quinn, you're just in time!" I was surprised to hear Rachel's voice from the kitchen. "The food's ready." she added, setting the food on the dining table.

I wasn't feeling that good, so seeing Rachel at my boyfriend's house really set me off.

"Why is she here?" I snapped. "Why is this girl always with you? She's not your girlfriend, I AM!" As childish as it might sound, they both knew that I had the right to be furious.

At that moment, I thought Finn was going to explain but he didn't. Instead, he grabbed Rachel's hand and left the house.

After waiting at Finn's house for couple of hours, I decided to follow my boyfriend. There was no way I was going to let Rachel steal him from me. I went to his favorite club, expecting to see him there, but the only person I knew was Puck. "What are you doing here? Where's Finn?" he asked me.

I looked around, still hoping to see Finn, but there was no sign of him anywhere. All I could see were wasted people, so I gave up my composure and decided to just get drunk.

"Want a drink?" I turned my head back to Puck and ignored his question. "I'll treat you, if you want?" I offered. Puck smiled and led me to his table.

After few hours of drinking, I was completely wasted. There was no way I would be able to get home, so Puck drove me home in my own car.

When we got to the apartment, Puck climbed out the car and started pulling me out by the wrists. "Come on, Quinn, you can't sleep there." he said sharply, trying to refocus me. I was awake, but my body and mind wouldn't cooperate.

Puck was getting impatient. I felt him grip me around the shoulders, and he decided to carry me out. His arms, so strong and so vital around my neck, reminded me of Finn. I suddenly wrapped my arms around his neck and stared at him seductively, leaning toward him.

"Don't! I don't want to do this." Puck closed his eyes and tried to evade the temptation, but the alcohol in my veins blinded me to his discomfort.

I gave him a little kiss to tease him. No one could ever resist that. "Are you sure about this?" Puck opened his eyes. I didn't respond and just stared at him. Finally he gave in, climbed back into the car, and kissed me, before closing the door behind us.

I knew it was wrong. I knew I'd regret it. But I was too pissed off and too drunk to stop myself. It was my lowest low and I would always hate myself for that night.

(May 14)

After that incident, Puck and I made a collaborative decision to never talk about it again, and we both just moved on, but there's no such thing as a secret that can be hidden forever- especially when a person like Rachel is around.

It was late in the afternoon when Finn showed up to work, and, as always, Rachel was with him. His face was so red and he looked really furious as he entered the back door, while Rachel looked anxious and worried

Finn shifted his head from left to right as if he was looking for something or someone. "Are you alright?" our boss, Mr. Schuster asked him, but Finn ignored him.

"What's up dude?" Puck greeted him. Suddenly Finn had Puck around the neck, throwing him up against the wall.

"Is it true?" Finn growled wrathfully. "Did you sleep with her?"

Hearing that, I knew Finn knew what happened, and judging by Rachel's face, I was pretty sure she was the one who told Finn about it.

Puck didn't answer in his struggle to break away. "Answer me!" Finn demanded.

"Yes! I slept with your girl when your too busy trying to choice between Rachel and Quinn, okay?" Puck answered; panic adding a harsh edge to his voice.

Although all of us knew that, it still hurt when Puck said it out loud, and I felt tears started to form.

Finn tossed Puck to the floor, turning to me, seeming only to take vague notice of my tears. "I'm done with you!" he barked at me, and strode away.

When he was finally gone, Rachel caught my attention. She still looked bothered.

"This is entirely your fault!" I screeched, giving her my dirtiest look.

"That's enough!" Mr. Schuster interfered before we started another mess. So, like Finn, I stormed away.

"What a bunch of losers." Santana mumbled before I reached the door. I glared back at her, making sure she'd seen, before running outside.

(July 11)

A few months after Finn and I broke up, everyone could see that Rachel was making her move on Finn, which made me, and Santana really upset.

Santana told me do something about it but I was just too tired. We're not in high school anymore.

One day, before work, Santana and I ran into Rachel. "Hey, Horrid," Santana greeted her. Rachel turned around and looked at us. She seemed intimidated.

"Want to know something about Finn?" Santana smiled, stepping dangerously towards her. Rachel looked to the ground, looking small and frightened by Santana.

I knew that look well. It was the expression Santana always wore when she had evil plan. I curiously waited and watched what could happen next.

"Did you know that Finn is a virgin?" Santana said softly, moving up closer to Rachel, still smiling. Rachel couldn't help but to stare up at her. Then she stepped back and stroked Rachel's chin. "But then again, after what we did last night, pretty sure he's not anymore."

Rachel's face was indescribable when she heard that. She looked shocked, angry and sad, all at the same time. I actually felt a stab of pity for her, to see her like that.

"Yes, your Prince Charming and I totally did it last night!" Santana repeated, face electrified with glee. Rachel wasn't able to take it anymore. She turned and walked away quickly, but not before I caught the glistening in her eye that often precedes tears.

Once she was out of earshot, I asked Santana to ditch work and go somewhere else. I didn't think it was a wise idea to go to work after that revelation.

"I didn't know you were such a kind friend." I teased her.

"What the crap are you saying?" Santana said, shocked, and an expression of irritation rolled across her pretty features. She thought I was going to be mad at her for sleeping with Finn.

"Well, your tactics were devious, but I think I knew why you did it," I nodded, smiling. "Thanks!" I added.

"Why are thanking me?" Santana crossed her arms. "I only did that because Puck slept with you and sleeping with his best friend is my way of screwing him back," she clarified. "Also Rachel is really pissing me off lately."

Yeah, it seemed that way, but I think the real reason was because I wouldn't seek revenge for what had happened so she had to do it on her own. Sort of her way of defending me to those people who hurt me.

I didn't know she had a heart.

"So, you want to go for a long road trip?" Santana asked, changing the topic. "As much as I want to go back at the bar, I don't think I can." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, Rachel is probably waiting for you there with a gun in her hand." I agreed and laughed a little.

"Then pick a state and tell Mr. Schue we'll be gone for a month." Santana said, her frown disappearing.

"No, maybe two or three months." I corrected her with a smile.