A/N: Well, I owed you guys this update much sooner and I do apologize! I had every intention of posting this a few days ago but I haven't been home in a bit, so unfortunately it had to wait. All mistakes are mine. I hope you guys enjoy this. Please let me know what you did like and what you didn't. Carry on! (You all are awesome!)

In The End, Everyone Ends Up Alone

Quinn looked herself up and down in the mirror one more time before turning away with a sigh. She felt like she looked ridiculous and normally she wouldn't subject herself to an uncomfortable situation such as this. At least, she wouldn't subject herself without a little leeway of some sort.

However, this was vital in repairing whatever she had stupidly broken in her relationship with Sadie the night before. Quinn wasn't the type of girl to suck up her pride (even when she was wrong, probably especially so) but the argument from the night before had made Quinn feel ill. Sadie was her roommate and was trying against all odds to be her friend. At the very least Quinn owed her an apology.

Quinn pulled the suspenders that were hanging at her sides over her shoulders and clasped them on, making sure that they held up the slacks she was wearing. She grabbed the bowler hat off the corner of her bed and placed it over her pinned up hair. She grabbed her cane and gave herself one last look over in the full length mirror to make sure that the mustache and eyebrows looked appropriate.

Quinn sighed again (her go-to reaction). She felt entirely uncomfortable dressed in something like this. Her parents would have certainly disapproved of the get-up she was currently wearing. Quinn brushed the thought off. It was Halloween and Quinn needed to do this, not just for Sadie but for herself. She had to let go of whatever it was that was holding her back and tying her down to the old Quinn.

She could do this.

After Sadie had left their dorm Quinn had mulled over the best way to apologize. She had waited patiently for Sadie's return by coming up with plans and ideas and speeches (she was always prepared) of things she could do or say to make Sadie forgive her. Yes, it was true that Quinn had been a little oblivious towards Sadie. She hadn't made as much of an effort as Sadie had, but in all fairness, that had less to do with Sadie and more to do with Quinn being Quinn. She was locked down and the only time anyone even managed to get past her many defenses was when they burrowed or broke their way into her heart.

Quinn cared for Sadie, she really did, enough to be concerned about Sadie's alcoholic intake and enough to suggest that they stay roommates next year. Quinn's only problem was showing it. So she had decided that whenever Sadie decided to show her face in their dorm again, Quinn would be ready and willing to issue an apology.

Unfortunately for Quinn, Sadie never returned that night. She didn't make an appearance at all during the morning, either. So now Quinn was left to pick up the pieces alone. She didn't know the best way to apologize for something like this because she had so little experience in ever being actually sorry and actually caring enough to say so. But this was Sadie and it was something that needed to be fixed.

For the past few weeks Sadie had been going on and on about this Halloween party that this fraternity was throwing. There was going to be a costume competition and people could enter in teams, so Sadie had been practically adamant that Quinn participate with her. The problem was that Quinn had never really been a Halloween girl. Her family was Christian and her father had labeled the day as one started by the "devil" so Quinn had never had the opportunity to get wrapped up in it. As a consequence, now that Quinn was older; she had never felt the desire to get caught up in it.

However, with each minute that passed without Sadie's return, Quinn realized more and more that she was going to have to suck it up. Sadie was going to be at this party and if Quinn wanted to make amends, she would have to be there as well. Costumes were mandatory and Quinn was never really the type of girl to do anything half-assed. Once she committed herself, she committed herself.

Hopefully Sadie would see how Quinn was trying.

It wasn't hard to figure out which fraternity house the party was being hosted at, considering she could practically hear the thump of the bass from her dorm room. It was a little nerve wracking, to go dressed as something so opposite of what people expected of someone like her. But if Quinn's learned anything these past few weeks it's that she needs to start putting herself out there.

Quinn drew in a deep breath and steeled her shoulders, sending the guy at the door a nod. He looked her over and then grabbed a clipboard from the table that was right next to him. Quinn rolled her eyes, if she had come dressed as some slutty thing from well,anything, he certainly would have let her pass without a second glance.

"Name?" The guy shouted over music.

Quinn rolled her eyes and did her best to look intimidating. "Charlie."

The guy scanned the list and then looked back at Quinn. "I don't see a Charlie."

Quinn internally rolled her eyes. What a moron. She raised her eyebrows and tried to wiggle them. "I'm with Sadie."

The man nodded. It wasn't uncommon for people to know who Sadie was on campus. She was oddly popular for a girl who wasn't pledging to any sorority or in any clubs. He moved to the side and to let Quinn through and she sighed, glad she didn't have to resort to her old HBIC tendencies. She was doing her best to leave that girl behind.

For a party that had only started an hour ago, it was certainly hitting that RAGE point. Students were plastered everywhere, other students were basically having sex on the dance floor; the sorority girls were flirting with all the fraternity boys in the kitchen. It was a full blown party. There was more than one keg (which, wow) and bottles upon bottles of liquor. Immediately Quinn felt herself tense up again. She needed to find Sadie before the music and the people got to her. Even though she had experienced parties like this before, she still felt like a small town girl in a big city.

She feels an ache hit her heart when her mind flashes over Lima (which of course leads to her mind flashing over Santana). She grabs a cup from a table and takes a sip, doing her best to brush it off.

Tonight wasn't about Santana (even though every night felt like it was about Santana). Tonight was about Sadie, and Quinn putting her relationship with her roommate first. Quinn downed the rest of the cup, welcoming how the alcohol settled her nerves. It was in moments like this that Quinn could see why Sadie was so attached to her margaritas. It was a strange coping mechanism, sure, but Quinn couldn't ever say that alcohol didn't make her feel better. She assumed that's the thing Sadie liked about her margaritas as well.

Quinn glanced over the party, doing her best to stand on her tippy toes in the giant shoes that were on her feet. After a few minutes she spotted Sadie standing in the corner of the house. A grim smile was on Sadie's face as she stood next to one of the kegs and Quinn could tell it was a smile of discomfort. Quinn grabbed another cup from the table and made her way through the dancing crowd. After a few well-placed turns and one ill placed elbow, Quinn had safely made her way next to Sadie.

Quinn smiled and stood next to Sadie, hoping that Sadie would be the one to initiate this conversation. When a few silent minutes passed without even a glance from Sadie, Quinn cleared her throat loudly. Sadie didn't budge so Quinn repeated her action, only this time she was louder. When Sadie didn't acknowledge her again Quinn cleared her throat a last time, her grunt nearly as loud as the music.

Sadie turned to Quinn, a scowl on her face. She leaned in towards Quinn and half-shouted. "I can see you, Quinn. I didn't lose my sight along with your nerve."

"I'm sorry!" Quinn yelled, deciding it was best if she just got to the point.

"What?!"

Quinn leaned in closer, her face heating from the alcohol. "I'm sorry that I snapped at you!"

Sadie pulled away, a small smile on her lips. "You're forgiven!"

"Really?!" Quinn asked, surprised.

Sadie laughed and grabbed Quinn's hand. She led Quinn past a bunch of drunken freshman and up some stairs, before pushing Quinn into an empty closet. Quinn's left eye twitched. How ironic.

Sadie turned on the light after shutting the door and spun around so that she was facing Quinn. "Look, Quinn, I like you. I get that you're not the girl who's very good at making friends. So, yeah, you're forgiven. It was bitchy of you to snap at me, sure, but it was pretty bitchy for me to snap at you too. But, hey, we're girls and sometimes we're bitches. It happens sometimes and we both have to learn that that's okay. You're trying and if I'm being honest, I could have been stuck with a lot worse for a roommate."

Quinn tilted her head to the side, relieved that her relationship with Sadie was the one thing these days that was just easy. "Did you just insult me or compliment me?"

"Both. I complisulted you. Which actually isn't a word, in case you were wondering. I totally just made that up." Sadie said with a grin, and a satisfied head nod.

"I totally couldn't tell."

Sadie smacked Quinn's arm. "Shut up."

Quinn laughed. She leaned in to give Sadie a hug only to realize that the girl was wearing an enormous costume. Seriously, how had Quinn not noticed that? She had been so focused on apologizing that she had completely zoned everything else out. "What are you wearing?"

Sadie gestured towards the weird, round, red cushion that was surrounding her proudly. "I am an apple."

"An apple?"

Sadie nodded her grin enormously wide. "Yeah, like from those Hane commercials?"

"That's ridiculous." Quinn said. She looked around the closest and realized just how confined they were thanks to Sadie's costume. She took a sip of her drink –which, whoa, she had totally forgotten about that—and did her best to not panic. She was getting warmer by the second and she was only now realizing it. Which, of course, just made Quinn feel warmer.

"Please. It's better than what you're wearing."

Quinn scoffed her right hand (the empty one) accidently brushing across something wet. She shuddered. "Whatever. I'm dressed as an icon."

"Yeah, a common icon. At least my costume is original."

Quinn rolled her eyes at Sadie's behavior. "Are we really going to argue about this or can we go back out to the party and enjoy ourselves? It's getting hot in here." Quinn took off the hat as a means to cool herself down.

Sadie grabbed Quinn's hand to still her movements. "Put the hat back on, Quinn."

"Why? Do I look bad?

Sadie shook her head. "No. It's just…without the hat on you kind-of look like Hitler."

"No." Quinn objected. "I have my cane…" Quinn trailed off when she realized that she didn't actually have her cane with her. How had she already misplaced that thing? She looked at Sadie's amused face. "Oh."

"Yeah."

Quinn awoke the next morning with what could only be described as the worst hangover known on the planet. Her head was pounding in sync with the beat of what sounded like a Ke$ha song. She lifted her head and sighed in relief when she recognized her computer in the corner of the room.

Last night had quickly gotten out of control once Sadie and Quinn had returned to the party. Quinn doesn't remember much, but she does have glimpses of bottles of Vodka, flip cup, and a chugging competition. The way Quinn's stomach curled at the thought of liquor was enough to solidify her story.

Quinn Fabray had gotten out of control.

Perhaps it was needed, perhaps it was not. Either way, Quinn had to quell the panic that crept into her heart at the ideas of what she could have done. Quinn knows that Sadie wouldn't have let her get too out of control, but a giant part of her is scared anyway. She doesn't enjoy it when she's not in control and maybe that's a sign of who Quinn truly is underneath the surface.

Quinn scrambled out of bed, not paying attention to the fact that she was still in the extra-large trousers or that black makeup was smeared all across her pillow. She spared a glance towards Sadie and continued on when she noticed that Sadie wasn't in her bed.

Wherever that girl was, she certainly recovered from alcohol like a champ.

Quinn ignored her phone, not ready to see the damage from the night before. Instead she sat at her desk and opened her laptop, quickly logging onto Facebook. Quinn rubbed her face tiredly. She was most certainly going to need to go back to bed soon. Quinn opened her eyes wider and clicked on her notifications. She only had three, which had to be good right?

WRONG.

Santana Lopez, Kurt Hummel, and nine other people commented on your photo.

Sadie, Samantha Taylor, and twenty-three others liked your photo.

Samantha Taylor tagged you in a photo.

Quinn faltered when she read Santana's name. It had been two weeks since Quinn had put herself out there. Two weeks without so much of a hello from Santana, and now she was commenting on Quinn's photo? Quinn didn't know what to think.

It hadn't been a declaration of love that she had given Santana two weeks ago, but it had been something. Santana couldn't pretend anymore and a part of Quinn was glad that that was over. It had been killing her slowly to pretend like this thing between them was something less than what it was.

Santana didn't seem to agree though. She had told Quinn to give her time and that she'd get back to her, as if Quinn had been making a proposal instead of an ultimatum. It had infuriated Quinn, to put herself out there time and time again only for Santana to pull away or hide or act oblivious. Quinn was important too, she mattered, and it wasn't fair for Santana to pretend like Brittany was the only one who was being hurt through all of this.

So in frustration Quinn had hung up, intent on giving Santana all the silence that she needed. It had been funny at the time (mostly because she was drunk) because it had hit her that her relationship with Santana was more often not-working than it was working. It was more common for them to be fighting than it was for them to be friends, and maybe that was funny. Maybe it was a sign.

Maybe Quinn should have known from the very beginning that this is what it would all lead up to. Maybe, maybe, maybe. That's what Quinn's life had been reduced to in the wake of this mess. She had always been a girl who was certain when she was certain, and now she was the girl who was always 'maybe'.

Santana's silence didn't do anything to prevent Quinn's rabid thoughts. If anything, Quinn took Santana's silence as an answer. If someone can't give you what you want…can't acknowledge you for who you are…if someone can't admit something so easy to see, then maybe that someone wasn't the right fit.

Quinn couldn't figure it out because even though she kept telling herself that Santana wasn't worth her time, that she was going to hurt Quinn, that Santana wasn't the right fit to snap into any part of Quinn's life…well, the brutal truth is that even though Quinn told herself all of those things, her heart still ached for Santana.

Unfortunately for her, when you love someone your heart is blind. It wants what it wants regardless of the mess it turns you into. Love is blinding, it's crushing, and Quinn thinks that it's completely not worth it. And yet, love was something Quinn had. What's worse, she had to for Santana.

Its love that makes her hope that Santana will change. Its love that makes Quinn click on the notification with Santana's name, just so that Quinn could have something more to hold on to. Anything at all to hold on to.

The photo is a picture of Quinn, one suspender hanging off her shoulder and a bottle of vodka against her mouth. She's chugging with a smile, and to her left there's a girl—wait, there's Sammy, and she's giving Quinn a kiss on the cheek. Quinn doesn't even remember Sammy being there, but apparently she was.

Quinn scrolled down and read the comments on the photo.

Brittany: if you drink enough vodka it tastes like love

Puck: this has been Puckerman approved ;).

Sadie: Get it Quinn, get it!

Rachel: I know that underage drinking is something everyone partakes in (I live with Santana, so it's a must know, really) but I think it's perhaps not something you want posted on The Facebook.

Also, you look very dapper, Quinn.

Finn: reel cute.

Mercedes: It's nice to see you letting loose. Call me soon, ya hear?

Sam: The force is strong in this one (in you. That's a lot of alcohol!)

Tina: Is everyone having fun but us?

Blaine: Tina, we're having different fun! I applaud your ability to constantly amaze me Quinn. Also, your outfit is tailored very nice. I like the bowtie.

Kurt: Is it just me or have you been listening to the color coding speeches I've been sending you? Your color coordination has been brilliantly placed. You also photograph extremely well.

Santana: You look happy.

Three words.

After two weeks of silence, Santana only gives her three words?

What the hell does that mean? Quinn slammed her laptop shut in anger. Two weeks, she waited two weeks for Santana to tell her that she looks happy? What. The. Fuck.

She's ready to throw her computer against the wall when Sadie comes into the room, her cheeks puffed out in irritation. She throws her cellphone at Quinn and Quinn does her best to catch it.

Sadie points at Quinn, her face serious. "Seriously, get a GPS tracker or start answering your freaking calls. I can't handle all of your ninja friends getting my phone number. Which, by the way, how do they keep doing that? I feel like I posted an ad on Craigslist." With that, Sadie exits the room in a huff.

Quinn looked at the phone confused and raised Sadie's cell to her ear. "Hello?"

"I am appalled that you went to such great lengths to ignore my calls, Quinn."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "I didn't go to great lengths, Rach, I just didn't answer. I've been busy." It wasn't technically a lie, she had been busy. Rachel didn't need to know with what.

"Yeah, what gives Goldie Hawn?" Quinn hears Kurt shout from the background.

Quinn squints in confusion. "Goldie Hawn?"

"Ignore Kurt." Rachel says dismissively as Kurt shouts "Hey!" Rachel continues unbothered. "He just watched the Breakfast Club and is in the process of trying to give everyone nicknames. He thinks it'll make us closer."

"How did he just now watch The Breakfast Club? He's gay."

Rachel tuts in disapproval. "While I can agree with your reasoning, I can't support it. Being gay is not enough of a reason to have seen a movie." Rachel lowered her voice, her tone playful. "Plus, it's Kurt. We all know he's a late bloomer."

"I can hear you!" Quinn hears Kurt yell.

Quinn laughs, a familiar ease settling into her stomach. She doesn't know if she missed it or not, but then again, she doesn't really know anything anymore. "To what do I owe this pleasure, Rachel?"

"Blame it on the fact that I am concerned for you." Rachel says wearily, the tone of the conversation taking a complete one-eighty.

Quinn deflated; this was one of the things she had been trying to avoid. Rachel Berry's pity was something she had never welcomed. Not when she was in a wheelchair and not now. "Don't be."

"Thanksgiving is in three and a half weeks." Rachel says, as if it relates to their conversation.

"I do own a calendar, Rach." Quinn mutters back.

Rachel's breathing shifts and Quinn can tell that she hit a sensitive spot. "Quinn, I'm trying here, so why don't you put away the bitch act and have an actual conversation with me?"

"Fine," Quinn agrees, her voice coming out flat.

Rachel sighs in defeat even though she technically won. "We made a promise."

"You just want to see Finn." Quinn shoots back, because she knows what Rachel is referring to and she'll be damned if she goes back to Lima now. She'll be damned if she lets herself go back to a place she hated without the person who got her out.

"Fine," Rachel relents. "I am curious to see what he's been up to. Is he thriving? Does he miss me? Is Lima different now?"

Quinn ignores the majority of Rachel's questions. To her, Finn was unimportant. He had been an end to a means, a stepping stone for Quinn. Unfortunately, he had been Rachel's first love. Somewhere in-between the times that he was with Quinn, he had fallen for Rachel and Rachel for him. It wasn't weird, not really, because Quinn had never wanted Finn like that and when it was clear that Quinn didn't need him anymore, she had given Rachel her blessing.

After her accident and spending the majority of senior year as less than what she was before, Quinn had put her efforts into being a better friend towards Rachel. She supported Rachel and she supported Rachel while she was with Finn, and when Rachel had gotten into NYADA with Kurt, well, Quinn had all but demanded that she go.

Unfortunately Finn's dreams weren't the same. He wanted to stay in Lima and grow up to teach the Glee Club like Mr. Schue. Those were his dreams and they weren't necessarily bad, but they weren't Rachel's dreams. Sometimes in life people will want things and they won't match up with the person (or people) that they love. The biggest decision then becomes, do you make a decision based off of someone else or do you do what you want to?

Finn had wanted Rachel to stay, to sacrifice for him, and Quinn had convinced Rachel to leave, ending their relationship the moment she stepped on the plane.

Santana had wanted Quinn to go with her to New York, to stay together like they always were, and Rachel had convinced Quinn to go to Yale, hurting Santana in the process.

Rachel had known that Santana had wanted Quinn to come with her and she had convinced Quinn to do something for herself. She gave Quinn the push that she needed and yeah, Santana wasn't happy (she still resented Quinn a bit for that) and yeah, Quinn desperately missed those guys…but she had to do this for her, she had to try and be her own person.

And so did Rachel.

However, Quinn could understand wanting to hold onto something. In fact, she had never told anyone else this but she had also gotten into UCLA. It had been a small dream of hers to go (the beaches, the sun, the dreams) and when Quinn had received the acceptance letter, she had almost fainted. UCLA had been her dream and she had settled (funny, because one would rarely assume that Yale was settling) for Yale because there was no Santana in California.

If there was no Santana, then there would have to be no Quinn.

Quinn feels tears spring to the corner of her eyes. There was never a Quinn without a Santana, not in any of the scenarios she had pictured.

Quinn sighed, her hands twitching anxiously. She had never told Rachel because that would make Quinn a hypocrite (which, of course, she is). Quinn was co-dependency at its finest. So, yes, she understands Rachel's desire to go home and see her childhood sweetheart. She understands it but she doesn't want to support it.

Rachel and Finn were different than her and Santana. Santana didn't ask her to stay behind; she had only wanted to move forward together. Finn had wanted Rachel to stay behind because he was afraid of moving forward together.

She settles for support anyway because she doesn't want Rachel to get defensive. She settles for support because she doesn't want to give anything else. "It's Lima, Rachel. He's all small town, small dreams, and a small life." Quinn winced, that wasn't really supportive. Quinn lowered her voice to soften the blow of her next words, "He's never going to want to leave."

"I know." Rachel whispers dejectedly. Quinn wonders briefly how they got here, but it makes sense. Everything about her relationship with Rachel had always been scattered, so of course their conversations would be too. "It's just hard to let go when you love someone." Rachel adds as an afterthought.

"Don't get all suicidal on me now, Berry." Quinn jokes, even though it's not funny.

Thankfully, Rachel laughs. Her laugh isn't light, it's heavy, and it makes Quinn sad. "Anyway," Rachel starts, changing the conversation for what felt like the fifth time. "I'd really like you to come back home with us."

"I can't."

"You made a promise, Quinn." Rachel pushes.

"It's embarrassing." Quinn answers, because it is. It's the answer to more than one question and Rachel seems to pick up on it.

"No, it's not. Everyone drinks a little too much and cries sometimes, Quinn. Everyone makes mistakes. You can't beat yourself up over it or hide just because you feel like you did something wrong. Believe me, you're going to do many things wrong in life."

"Thanks," Quinn says sarcastically.

"What I meant is…" Rachel corrects. "Mistakes are common in life. They build character. We don't stop doing things wrong just because we get older. So grow a pair and act like the Quinn Fabray I know."

"Santana will be there." Quinn bites out, hoping to slow Rachel's rampage down. "Brittany will be there."

Rachel huffs. "I'm not an idiot, of course I know that."

"Rachel," Quinn warns. "I'm not in the mood, okay? I can't sit there and watch Santana and Brittany go at it. I love them both, I really do, but it's too much right now."

"Quinn." Rachel starts hesitantly. "Do you really not know?"

"Know what?"

"Know that Santana and Brittany broke up." Kurt answers, and Quinn jumps while Rachel screams into the receiver, practically breaking Quinn's eardrum in the process.

"Kurt! Get off the other line you nosey Queen!"

"It's not my fault nobody tells me anything!" Kurt yells back before Quinn hears a click.

Quinn doesn't say anything, not at all. Her heart stops (or so it feels like it). Her fingertips go numb. Her mind…it won't stop racing. Her first thought is Santana because that's always her first thought. "Santana?"

"She won't leave her room." Rachel answers sadly.

Quinn ignores how a piece of her heart literally felt like it was breaking. Was that even possible? "She didn't tell me."

"To be fair, they haven't really told anyone." Rachel defends.

"It's me." Quinn spits out. "I'm not just anyone."

"Quinn. Perhaps this is something you should discuss with Santana."

"When?" Quinn asks, her defenses rising along with her voice. Everything was something that she needed to discuss with Santana.

"Four days ago."

"Santana…" Quinn trails off, not wanting to continue. "Is Brittany okay?"

Rachel hesitates and it's clear to Quinn that she's debating whether or not she should say. "They're both devastated."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" Rachel counters and Quinn can almost picture Rachel's eyebrows furrowed together in concentration.

Quinn's shoulders drop. She's picking a fight with the wrong person. "I'm sorry, Rachel. I—I…what should I do?"

"You should come home with us for Thanksgiving. You should spend time with your friends and your family. You should forget about all of this, even if it's only for a moment." Rachel answers honestly. "We promised the glee kids, Quinn."

Quinn nods frantically before realizing that Rachel can't see her. "Okay."

"Okay."

Quinn nods again. "Okay. I should go."

"Wait." Rachel says, giving Quinn pause. "Quinn…Brittany's the one who broke up with Santana."

"What?"

"I don't know a lot of it, but I know about…the things that have been happening between you and Santana. At least I have an idea and I just, I don't want you to get your hopes up." Rachel finishes lamely.

"Brittany broke up with Santana?"

"Yes. She got offered a deal to be Beyoncé's back-up dancer on tour for the next six months. She didn't want Santana to feel obligated to go with her and Brittany didn't want to feel obligated to stay. I'm sure there's more to it than that, but that's all Brittany told us."

"That's great for Brittany." Quinn says, because it is. Things were always great for Brittany.

Rachel hums in agreement.

"Rachel? I have to go." Quinn lies. "I have a bunch of homework I have to do."

"Okay. Well, this has been highly unpleasant." Rachel jokes. "Until next time!"

Quinn pulls Sadie's phone away from her ear as soon as she's certain Rachel has disconnected. She places the phone on the table before turning around and crawling back into bed. Why wouldn't Santana tell her? She was worth more than a phone call. She was Santana's best friend. That was worth a lot these days. She deserved an answer, right?

Quinn closed her eyes tightly. Maybe Santana hadn't told her because Quinn wasn't worth telling. Maybe Quinn wasn't good enough, just like she had always suspected. Maybe the lines that they had always carelessly drawn between them…maybe they were real now, maybe Santana was making her choice.

Still.

Quinn deserved to know, she deserved to be considered. Quinn wasn't a convenience. She was a person with actual feelings. Maybe she wasn't good at love and maybe she wasn't good enough to be loved, but Quinn had always been good to Santana. She had always tried. So why couldn't Santana let Quinn in? Why couldn't Santana tell her?

A call, a text, an email, anything. Anything instead of you look happy. Because if Santana really cared, if Santana really looked closely, she'd see how it was all just a ruse. Quinn wasn't happy. She hadn't been happy since the day she opened Santana's door to find Brittany lying next to her. She hadn't been happy since the day she realized their twosome would be a threesome. Yeah, she made room and she did her best to be welcoming, but it didn't change the fact that Quinn wasn't happy with it.

Every day Quinn tried to be better and every day she was somehow torn down. Life was chipping away at her, taking a little bit of her every day. It's sad because she wanted to prove that by coming to Yale she didn't need Santana. Quinn wanted to prove that Santana could have Brittany and Quinn could have Yale (while still being close enough to have each other).

In the end, the only thing she's proven is that she needs Santana, and it's pathetic. Love has made her pathetic. Quinn is pathetic.

She's never felt more alone then she has in this moment and it's funny, because weeks ago she thought there was no lower point she could hit. It's funny how life keeps proving her wrong. It seemed intent on always proving Quinn wrong.

She doesn't know how she feels or what this means. All she wants to do is sleep.

So she lays her head down on her pillow, cuddles against her comforter, and does just that.

A part of her hopes that when she wakes up Santana will be there beside her instead of Quinn just being alone.

A larger part of her hopes that she won't wake up at all.