A/N: Thank you guys so much for the feedback. As you can tell I am using your suggestions. You wanted a balcony scene you got it last chapter. You wanted a jealous Rachel for this chapter and it fit perfectly. Keep them coming!

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Heartbreak, it's literally one of the most painful feelings a person in love can ever encounter. It physically hurts, your chest and your eyes burning and red from so many tears shed through the darkness of night. Every little thing reminds you of the one that got away, the pain settling what feels permanently on your heart. You can't eat or drink, but when you do drink is to forget the way she looked at you, to forget how it felt to hold her, the touch of her skin, her smile and those eyes, those captivating eyes that were your demise.

How could you let this happen? There was a reason why your heart was guarded and you didn't let no one have it or near it , but then stupid Rachel came along with her stupid shimmering, brown eyes, capturing you with no chance of escaping.

But seriously what did you expect? You knew she was engaged to another. You seriously thought she would dump him for you when all you both shared was hot, passionate nights? But you know it was more than sex. You know she felt that too. But why then? God! Why can't she just will her mind, body and soul to forget?

"You're gonna owe me a new bottle of Jack if you keep drinking like that," Santana said while cleaning the bar. She was to open the establishment in two hours or so and was getting everything set. Quinn had dropped by an hour or so again, directly demanding Santana to give her a bottle of booze. She had obviously arrived at the bar directly from her law office because she was wearing her power suit, that and she had made it into a habit to come way early to the bar for the past two weeks.

She looks at her best friend wearily, not having the heart to even crack a joke at her. She seriously had never seen her this down. Her eyes were red and always on the verge of tears and it made her so frustrated that there wasn't much she could do but be there for her when she would decide to open up. The least she could do was give her alcohol to numb the pain.

She knows something went completely wrong at the party when Rachel had come down the stairs distressed and had all but run into her fiance's arms. Seeing no signs of Quinn coming after the troll, she decided to go up and investigate. She figured Quinn was in the room that had been left with the door opened. She entered and instantly heard a sound that she rarely heard. The sound of Quinn crying. She immediately ran to her and found her curled into herself, sitting against a wall. She hugged the crying blond who melted into her embrace. Santana, speechless, just shushed her and rocked her like you would a baby.

She would kill that tiny brunette. Who did she think she was breaking her bff's heart like that. Who would've thought that the unattainable heart of Quinn Fabray would be whipped into mush by a midget with sexy legs?

She could relate, though. Seeing Brittany with Artie back in high school was an experience she didn't wish on anyone. Her heart clenched and she almost joined Quinn with her own cries at that memory.

"Fabray" She called to get the blonde's attention. She seemed lost in her own thoughts as she stared into the empty tumbler as if it the answers to her problems was within it.

Red, watery hazel eyes made contact with her own. Those hazel, puppy eyes had lost their usual mischievous spark to them. They were just dull, as if something had been ripped out from within Quinn.

"Explain this to me S, if there's even an explanation for what's happening to me, after all we did and said to each other, she still chose him. I made her breakfast in bed, I took her out, I did everything a secret undercover couple would do. It's not like I didn't know she was taken, but still" Quinn pouted, her lower lip quivering.

"To be honest Q, I don't know, but then again I warned her about you. She didn't listen. You sexed her up on the dance floor and she felt all tingly between her legs and she needed you to touch her "magic pearl" and make her see stars"

"I wish I could touch her pearls again, and hold her, and talk to her and tell her how much she means to mean" Quinn said taking a rather large gulp of Jack Daniels

"Go home Quinn, no more drinking" she ordered, "take a shower, eat or read or something. She's not worth all this."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Quinn's eyes snapped into another emotion she hated being the cause of. Anger.

"Not worth of this?" She spoke with venom, chuckling mirthlessly, "fuck you San, she's fucking everything."

She got up on wobbly legs and headed out towards the exit. Her world was hazy and she felt extremely dizzy. She refused Santana's help. How dare she say Rachel wasn't worth it?

Santana called Quinn's driver to be on the look out. The last thing Santana needed was her best friend to get assaulted or worst in her inebriated state.

Home. Quinn hated being home alone. Memories? They got worst here. That couch? They fucked on that couch. Her bed? She hated her bed. It smelled like her. She wanted to set her bed on fire, to watch it burn along with her memories. How many times did they end up making lo-, no, fuck that shit, it wasn't love after all. Rachel just wanted a good fuck, and that's what she got, right?

Quinn staggered to her makeshift bed in the corner of her living room, she fell into it, and curled into herself, hiding under the thick blanket.

I should go adopt a pet tomorrow, she thought, a cute, cuddly dog perhaps. A doggie that will be forever loyal and be my side always.

Quinn left early from her office the next day in search of her furry best friend. She entered the New York City animal shelter and her heart melted at the sight of all those adorable creatures. She searched the dog kennels one by one looking for her perfect companion. Her eyes skimmed every dog, she truly wished she could adopt every single one of them because she knew how it felt to be unloved.

A particular white dog caught her eye. It seemed shyer than most of the dogs that were trying to get her attention. She knelt in front of the cage, inspecting him closely.

"What's your story little buddy?" She asked him as he looked at her with big, blue eyes, "well aren't you just adorable?"

"His name is Chomper," a soft voice spoke out from beside Quinn.

Quinn looked up from where she was kneeling, up tan legs that were exposed by short shorts, up a torso that showcased curves via a tight tank top. Her eyes made contact with a pair of beautiful brown eyes. Quinn rose to her feet noticing that the brunette was at least an inch shorter than she was. There was something oddly familiar about this girl, she kind of reminded her of Rac- oh no, don't think about her right now. It's too early.

"My name is Leah," the brunette spoke, "is there anything I can help you with?"

Quinn stared at the girls brown eyes. Fuck. Now she was to be infatuated with any girl with brown eyes and dark hair?

"Uh, yeah, I want to know more about Chomper here," Quinn said finally being able to settle her attention back on the white, blue eyed dog.

"Well he's a Maltese, we found him roaming around in a construction site. He's a quiet and shy little fella in perfectly good condition. No sign of abuse."

"That's good. I think I want to take him with me," Quinn stated, her heart churning as Leah smiled an almost familiar smile.

"Great! I'll get the process started," Leah left Chomper and Quinn by themselves.

"Just you and me buddy," Quinn told him, "we don't need no tiny women to make us feel better"

As they continued the adoption process, Leah and Quinn held a steady conversation getting to know basic information about themselves. Leah seemed charmed by Quinn. She could see sense a bit of apprehension flash through her hazel yes every once in a while and wondered what had caused them to be that way.

"So here's all his paperwork. He's fully vaccinated and neutered and ready to head home," Leah said handing the leash to Quinn who happily took it.

"Thanks for the help," Quinn said softly smiling at the girl

"No problem at all. I'm just happy that he'll be going to good home, oh, and Quinn? Here's my card to you know, call if you need any help or just to talk" Leah said nervously offering her card.

"Oh thanks." Quinn replied tucking the card in her purse, "I may just called you up soon. I haven't owned a pet before"

"OK the, talk to you later hopefully. Bye Chomper," she said, waving at the tail wagging pup. She sighed as she watched owner and pet strut their way out of the shelter.

(That Night)

"What is wrong with women Chomper?" she asked her dog, while crying at a scene of "Love Actually" and eating out of a tub of ice cream, "Why is it that one moment they want something and then they want another? I'm a woman and I don't even know"

Chomper just stared at his sobbing owner with sympathy in his eyes.

(Days Later)

Santana was arranging bottles of alcohol alongside the bar, her mind on her friend that hadn't showed up in days . She had called and texted Quinn a million times during the last few days to no avail. She had hoped to Zeus and all gods that Quinn had been too drunk that night to remember her fuck up. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the bell of the bar tingle signaling someones entrance.

"Bar's closed!" She yelled.

"I know, I just need to speak to you," the voice said.

Santana turned so fast she almost got whiplash.

"You've got some nerve showing your face here tater tot and you're lucky Quinn isn't here," she told Rachel with her hands on her hips. The usually hot looking Jew didn't look too hot. There were bags under her eyes, she looked pale and a hot mess.

"I came to talk to you about Quinn," Rachel said getting closer to the bar,"I need to know how she's holding up"

"Well you could've called her" Santana said

"I can't talk to her, not after what I ..." Rachel trailed off her eyes misting over and losing eye contact with Santana.

Santana sighed heavily, "She's messed up. She's been drinking a lot more than usual and is probably going to go back to old habits to get over you"

"Right, well..."

"I'll tell her you stopped by..."

"No, don't tell her anything,"Rachel cut her off, "it was nice seeing you again Santana."

"I wish it was the same for me too Minnie Mouse," Santana said, you better dump your fiance before Mickey screws another sexy mouse that isn't you.

(Time Jump: Days Later)

Brittany was marking her path along Santana's neck, her kisses having enough pressure to make Santana's hips thrust up. She loved moments like this when she had full control over the fiery Latina.

They were both sitting in their couch, Brittany leaning against Santana's side as he mouth worked wonders on her skin.

"Fuck Britt," she heard coming from her lover's lips when her tongue touched a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. Brittany's hand were drawing lazy circles up her inner thigh and it was driving her wild with passion. She moaned when she felt herself be cupped by her blond lover.

A knock suddenly interrupted them.

"Oh hells no! Q, that better not be you, you asshat motherfucker!"

"Santana? It's me, can I come in?" Quinn's whimpering voice muffled by the door could be heard.

Santana pouted as Brittany go up to open the door. She heard a squeal from Brittany as Quinn entered with Chomper in tow.

"You got a puppy!"

"Yeah, Chompers this is Brittany," she introduced them handing the leash to Brittany who picked him up and he happily started licking her face.

"San get me a a puppy!" Brittany giggled as the dog continued his licking.

Santana scrunched up her nose in disgust.

"What are you doing here, Q? Because frankly, you just interrupted Brittana time," she said, her arms crossing at her chest.

"I came to talk you guys."

"Quinn..."

"Let her speak, San, she's hurting, and the only way she heal her heart is if she talks about it," Brittany wisely said, "what's wrong Quinnie?" she asked, sitting down with Chomper happily settling next to his owner and Brittany. His eyes glaring at Santana.

"B, you were in a similar situation in high school. Why did you choose Santana over Artie"

"What kind of question is that?" Santana said in an outrage.

"It's OK, San, it's a simple questions," the dancer assured her lover,"and easy Quinn, I loved her more" she said. shrugging her shoulders.

Santana smirked.

"But I did love Artie too," Brittany said, causing the smirk from Santana's face to form into a frown, "I loved him too much to keep hurting him because every time we'd kiss and all I'll be thinking about was Santana"

"You know what you need to do?" Santana butted in, "you need to think about sex. Nothing relieves heartache than sleeping around"

"That didn't even help you back then"

"No, but it is distracting"

Quinn became thoughtful, it wouldn't hurt to release all those pent up emotions inside a willing girl.

"I did meet this cute girl at the animal shelter..."

"Well call her up and invite her to the bar,"

"Yeah I think I'll do that," she answered thoughtfully.

(Rachel, about two nights later)

How the hell did she managed to get herself back into the bar? She had been there not too long ago and now she was accompanying to gay men to Cheers Bar by order of Jessie. He had been stuck at rehearsal and was afraid of leaving Rachel by herself. She'd been a mess for the past couple of weeks.

She sat in the booth sulking as Kurt and Blaine took shot after shot of tequila. She would rather be watching "Funny Girl" singing along to Barbra Streisand as she sang 'My Man' with tears in her eyes.

"Rachel why aren't you drinking with us you silly goose?" Kurt yelled above the thumping beat of the bar.

"I don't feel like drinking my self into a stupor," she responded, her arms crossed in defiance.

"But you've been such a sad duckling lately," Blaine pouted alongside Kurt.

Rachel rolled her eyes, "I'll take one shot and that's all"

The men clapped excitedly as Rachel took her shot wincing at the burn and feeling her face flush as the alcohol settled in her belly.

"More, more, more!" Kaine shouted.

(Other Side of the bar)

Santana was too busy to notice that Rachel was here and what was worst? Quinn was here too...with a lady friend.

"Hey Sssssss..."an extremely giggly and what usually meant a drunk Quinn, spoke, "I want you to meet Leah. She's just got here"

"Give me a second, Q, can't you see I'm a little busy here," Santana said, dutifully mixing drinks and filling glasses of beer for the patrons. She told one of her employees to take over as she got Quinn off her back for just a bit.

"What can I do for you, Q?" She asked wiping her hands in a small towel.

"I want you to meet my new friend Leia..."

"It's Leah"

"...Leah and serve her a drink" Quinn slurred.

Santana's eyes popped out of her head.

"Can you give us one second? Quinn meet me at my office real quick" She smiled politely at Leah while Quinn stumbled her way to the office.

"What's up S?" Quinn asked smiling.

"Are you insane? Does that girl not look a lot like someone we know?"

"Rachel you mean? I know!" Quinn laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, "that's why I like her. Though she's not as sexy or smart as my Rachel. But maybe later tonight we'll find out how loud she can scream my name, huh?" Quinn tried to wink sexily but ended up closing both of her eyes at the same time and ended up looking like a dork.

Santana shook her head, "I hope you know what you're doing Q, when I said go sleep with someone I meant someone who doesn't resemble Rachel at all "

Quinn laughed, "you said her name correctly!"

Rachel was lightheaded and warm. She was laughing and dancing along with her favorite gay couple having a good time. Her worries temporarily forgotten as the alcohol suffused into her blood stream.

Blaine was twirling her around making her even more dizzy he put her down and as her world stopped spinning she became aware of them. Some dark haired harlot grinding up against her Quinn. That was their position ass against crotch. That's how they had begun and that's how they had ended.

The pair had their eyes closed both obviously enjoying their sexual energy. She noticed the brunette trying to pull Quinn's hand towards her thighs but the blond always placed them back to her waist, not going any higher or lower.

She saw the slut turn around in Quinn's embrace whispering something probably nasty into her ear. Quinn nodded and let herself be dragged by that dirty skank.

Rachel saw red. Her eyes blazing with jealousy. That dirty, dirty whore putting her hands on my Quinn!

"Excuse me boys, gotta attend to some lady business," she told the guys, who upon her departure started grinding on each other.

She followed the couple at what she hoped was a safe distance.

Santana was laughing as believably as possible as two frat boys told her about the stupidest shit she'd ever heard. (But hey, flirting shamelessly always earned her big tips)

She was about to respond to something one of the boys had said when she caught sight of Rachel's mini-me dragging Quinn (who was staring at her ass) followed close by a very angry looking and real Rachel Berry.

"Oh shit. Oh no. No, no,no" she let out noticing that they were all headed to her office, "shit's about to blow"

Quinn was kind of enjoying this. Her vision was hazy enough to make her believe that the girl straddling her in Santana's office couch was Rachel. They were kissing, but this Rachel's wannabe's lips were different. They weren't as plump and delicious as her favorite girl's were.

"You can touch me, you know," Leah moaned into Quinn's lips, grinding herself on the blonde's lap.

Quinn shook her head. She didn't want to touch.

Leah let out a sound of frustration. Quinn was playing hard to get and she was so turned on right now. If the blond would just touch her she would...

She felt a tap on her shoulder. What the fuck?

"Excuse me miss? I just been informed that there is someone outside looking for you," Rachel said, her mind rapidly sobering up. She sneaked a peak at Quinn who was very flushed, and had her eyes closed and was breathing very deeply.

"For me?"

"Yes. For you, they seemed rather impatient"

Leah got off Quinn's lap but not before leaving one last peck on Quinn's lips.

"I'll be right back"

Once Leah left, Rachel locked the door.

"No you won't, whorebag!" Rachel yelled.

"That wasn't very nice," Quinn mumbled not opening her eyes, she thought she had fallen asleep and was now dreaming about Rachel's voice. She didn't want to open her eyes and see Leah instead of her Rachel. Her heart wouldn't take it.

Rachel bit her lip in contemplation. She made her way towards Quinn. She placed one knee on either side of Quinn's hips. Quinn's slouched position made it easy for Rachel to place her core over Quinn's pelvic bone. Quinn gasped at the delicious weight settling over her center.

"Open your eyes, Quinn" Rachel asked of her blond. Quinn shook her head.

"Why not?"

"I can't let you be a dream,"

Rachel looked at Quinn's furrowed eye brows.

"What if I promise you that I'm really here, will you open your eyes then?

Quinn nodded.

"I promise you that I'm real," she whispered touching Quinn's hot skin with her fingertips. It had been weeks since she had touched her flawless face. Oh, how had she missed her. She traced her pink lips that were a bit swollen from their previous endeavour. Jealousy flared up deep inside her again and a sudden urge to claim them back to her again overtook her senses.

Quinn opened her eyes, she had to blink several times before her vision cleared. Her eyes gained their sparkle back and her lips formed into a lovely smile as she took all of Rachel in with her eyes.

Rachel's heart jump startled at seeing the woman smile like that. Her self-control ended as her lips touched Quinn's. Electricity rushed from her lips to her core, unconsciously jerking her hips.

Quinn groaned, her hands molding and playing with Rachel's ass. Rachel didn't even have to ask. She helped her move back and forth against her as they continued kissing. Their noses softly bumped as they switched the position of their lips. Quinn licked at Rachel's luscious bottom lip, begging to open her mouth and let her play with the muscle inside, she let a moan out through her nose as she was easily granted access.

She explored the moist cavern of the brunette's mouth as she tasted whatever fruity alcoholic beverage she had been consuming previously.

Her hands massaged the softness of Rachel's ass enjoying those little breathless gasps she released into her mouth. She unconsciously began to trail her hands from her ass to Rachel's thighs that were uncovered due to her short skirt that had ridden up. She slid her hands up caressing the sensitive skin of her inner upper thighs, the heat from Rachel's core radiating out enough to feels is warmth against her hands.

Like a magnet to steel, her thump attached itself to her pantie covered clit causing the brunette to gasp and break the kiss.

Rachel refrained from grinding on the intruding thumb that was pressing against her tiny bundle of nerves. She brought her own hand down to her center when she felt Quinn's naughty fingers begin to trail along her covered slit.

"Stop," she mumbled, herself not believing the command.

Quinn froze her hand.

"You really want me to stop?" Quinn inquired her chest heaving

"No, but I need you to, I can't be intimate with you when I..."

"Then why did you follow me?"

"Because I can't bare the though of you touching another," she said, her eyes welling up in frustration, "have you touched anyone since me, did you touch her?"

Quinn cosed her eyes again hearing jealousy tint Rachel's voice.

"So what if I did?" She asked, knowing perfectly well that she hadn't touched anyone since Rachel. Would she eventually have touched Leah if Rachel hadn't interrupted?

Quinn's answer was like a knife to Rachel's heart. She got up from Quinn's lap turning her head and wiping her face from tears before the blond could see her.

"What's it to you if I did or not" she interrogated, "it's not like yo have any right as to whom I have relations with. I'm not yours remember?"

Before Rachel could answer, the door burst opened.

"You bitches better not be fu...oh, I..." Santana stuttered instantly feeling the tension in her office.

Rachel took the opportunity to escape pushing her way out of the room.

"Rachel!" Quinn screamed trying to get out and follow the brunette but was stopped by Santana.

"Let her go Q, just let her go"

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