Chapter 11

(So you wanna play with magic, baby you should know what you're fighting for…) Katy perry, "Dark Horse"

"What in the world are you doing here?" Santana asked as she saw Quinn standing outside their apartment in New York later that day. Quinn was wearing a Pink cap-sleeved blouse, some skinny jeans and nude pumps.

"I came to apologize," Quinn said.

"Did I hear that right? Quinn Fabray wants to apologize?" Santana said sarcastically.

Quinn sighed, "Santana, will you just let me in?"

"Honestly, Quinn—"

"Just let me in, okay?"

"Santana, who's in there?" Rachel asked and walked towards the front door. She was then surprised to see Quinn.

"Quinn! Oh my god, you're in here!" She said.

"She's going home," Santana stated.

"I'm not," Quinn said. She then looked at Rachel and tried hard to stay composed, "Rachel, will you let me through?"

"Yeah, sure, come in," Rachel said.

"Oh for the love of god," Santana rolled her eyes.

Quinn followed Rachel inside and Santana followed suit. She closed the door as soon as all three of them were inside.

"What are you actually doing here?" Santana asked Quinn.

Quinn put her purse down on the couch, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry," she said as she found Santana.

Rachel was confused. She looked from Quinn to Santana.

"I know what I did was wrong," Quinn continued, "And I know you must hate me so much right now and though trying to delete me out of your life by not giving me your number seems pretty immature—"

"Okay, I'm sorry," Quinn said, "I really am." She took a deep breath, "It's just…there are just so many things on my mind and I have no idea how…" she sighed, "Santana, Rachel," she glandec at Rachel, "I have to tell you guys something,"

"What's going on, Quinn?" Rachel asked.

Quinn bit her lip and tried hard not to cry but her eyes were already beginning to water.

"Finn…Finn left me some messages," Quinn said.

"What?!" Rachel and Santana said at the same time.

"He sent me some e-mails," Quinn said, "but the thing is, I wasn't able to read them before…before he died."

"What?" Rachel said. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Rachel, I'm sorry," Quinn said, "I wanted to tell you but I didn't know how—"

"What did he say?" Rachel asked.

"Rach, I don't think—" Quinn said.

"Tell me what he said," Rachel said, "Quinn, please."

Quinn took a deep breath and took her phone out from her purse. She opened her e-mail, searched for Finn's message and handed the phone to Rachel. "I'm sorry," she muttered.

Rachel grabbed hold of her phone. Her hands were shaking. "Santana—" Rachel said.

Santana took the phone from her and read:

From: finnhudson

To:

Re: help

Quinn. I know this comes as a surprise but I don't know who to talk to anymore.

To be honest, I don't know what to do. I've put myself in such a terrible mess. I don't know how to get out of it. I couldn't talk about it with anyone and it's just…it's so hard. I haven't been sleeping much lately. I have just been thinking too much and I still can't find a solution.

I got someone pregnant, Quinn. I know, it's stupid, you can say whatever you want. It wasn't supposed to happen and this is a very lame excuse but I was dead drunk after a night out with some friends I met on a cruise. It was just after Will and Emma's almost wedding and I thought, maybe it's time for some fun.

Well, Rachel and I slept together that night (the wedding) but you know how busy she is and I just want to support her and I want her to focus on her career. I know I sound stupid and like I'm such a douchebag again but we all know what Rachel wants and I just want her to be that person, you know?

I didn't mean to sleep with anyone else. It just happened. You know how I don't like getting drunk. Well, Sheila…she's the woman….we did it, but that's it. We saw each other a few times after and it was all good until she told me she was pregnant…and that she had the baby aborted.

I don't know what to do, Quinn. Everything's so fucked up. I screwed up big time. Please talk to me.

"Oh my god," Rachel cried, "Oh my god, no…"

"Ssh," Santana said and hugged Rachel. She looked at Quinn and finally found the courage to try to understand her. She can see that she was hurting. Everything was so complicated.

"I don't understand," Rachel cried, "It's unfair…how could that happen…oh my god,"

"Rachel, he loved you," Quinn said, "Maybe, it was just a hard time and…and I don't know…We'll never really know…"

"You should've told me," Rachel said, "how can you act so normal knowing that you kept this huge thing from me?"

"Rach, I never meant to," Quinn cried, "Believe me. It's just…I didn't know how and he was dead and I felt like I wasn't able to do something…"

"Where's the girl?" Rachel asked, "Where is she?"

"I don't know, Rach," Quinn said, "I really have no idea,"

"Oh my god," Rachel cried, "oh my god…"

Quinn went up to Rachel and hugged her, "I'm sorry," she cried, "I'm so sorry,"

Rachel shook her head, "I should go up," she said, "I'm sorry," she said, went upstairs and ran crying to her room. She slammed the door shut.

Santana took a deep breath, "You didn't tell me." She told Quinn.

"I'm sorry," Quinn said.

"Oh god this is so screwed up," Santana said.

"I'll just…Maybe I should go—"

"Are you insane?" Santana said, "You stay right there. I'm going to talk to Rachel,"

"Santana—"

"Quinn," she said, "Please." She reached out for Quinn's hand and squeezed it gently.

Quinn nodded her head and watched Santana go upstairs to check on Rachel.

Xx

a/n: Hi darlings. Another late update but it's a bit longish, yes? Sorry, just have a LOT to do this month. I feel like I pushed myself too much but anyway, still writing this fic and though you know that I can't promise to update each day, I'll update whenever I can. Once again, thanks for your support and keep reading! Much love! Xx