A/N: Hey guys. I hope you'll be cool with this chapter because I kind of needed to go into some feel good stuff because writing angst is... angsty haha I can't do it forever I need some happy joy and what not. So I'm sorry if this is a fast plunge but yeahhh. r&r!

Quinn's POV:

After what felt like hours of pacing my room I heard someone opening the front door. I was unsure of whether it was Santana or my parents but when my bedroom door burst open that question was immediately answered. Before I knew it Santana's hands were on my face and I was pulled into her. Our lips crashed together and she kissed me, desperation pouring from her. Part of me wanted to resist but this was something I had wanted for a long time and I wrapped her in my arms, kissing her back and pulling her impossibly closer. Santana finally pulled away with a gasp and I could see the tears that were cascading down her cheeks.

"Quinn I'm sorry," she breathed out before pulling me back into another kiss.

This time I pulled out of the kiss and pulled her head into my neck, letting her cry against me. I was confused on what to say next because I was planning on being angry at her but now, I just don't know.

"I'm not crazy am I?" Santana asked, her voice muffled. "I haven't been making it up?"

I was even more confused now, "What are you talking about?"

"You love me back don't you?" She looked up at me. I couldn't help but notice how small she looked.

I sighed, "Yeah." It was the first time I'd admitted to her and it felt good. I had wanted to wait longer to tell her because I thought that was the right thing to do. Obviously I was wrong about that because it was killing her not knowing how I felt about her.

She was clearly exhausted, depsite her relief so I guided her to the bed and lay down next to her. She immediately latched her arms around me and I put mine around her, letting her bury herself against me. As I watched her falling asleep against me I saw how broken she truly was. I hoped that telling her how I felt was the right step towards finally helping to put her back together again.

I have to talk to Finn.

I knew that I couldn't keep up with Finn as a beard if I wanted her to get better. No matter how minor anything I did with him was it killed Santana. It wasn't about my appearance anymore, it was about her getting better and me not caring what other people think. I grabbed my phone to text Finn. It was time to suck it up and start really fixing things.

Quinn: Call me when you have a few minutes to talk.

The moment I sent it the guilt started. I felt terrible for using Finn like that. He really was a good guy and deserved someone better. Before I could keep guilting myself my phone buzzed. I got up to leave the room but Santana grabbed onto me.

"I'll be right back," I whispered as I kissed her temple before being released from her arms. I walked downstairs to the kitchen and answered.

"Hey Finn," I said. "Listen I need to talk to yo-"

"Quinn I cheated on you with Rachel!" he blurted out, fear and guilt in his voice. I stayed silent for a moment before starting to laugh. "Quinn? Are you okay?"

"Finn this is just too perfect!" I said, starting to feel relief.

"Oh God please don't kill me," he said.

"No I'm not joking! This actually works out quite well and makes my life a lot easier. I was calling to break up with you anyways," I explained.

"You were? Wait why?" he just sounded confused now.

"It's not you Finn you're a great guy," I said, trying to reassure him. "You should be with Rachel. You'll see soon enough why I wanted to break up, just please don't be angry and I'm sorry in advance. Please don't question it." Finn wasn't always the brightest guy around so I knew he'd just stammer for a bit and let it be.

"I uh, umm," I was totally right about that. "Okay, I guess. Are you sure you won't be mad if I were to start dating Rachel?" he asked.

"I promise Finn," my tone was sincere. "Do what makes you happy, you deserve it."

"Umm," he stammered again. "Okay, so we're cool? I don't have to be like, scared that they'll be a target on my back or anything?"

I laughed, "Do not worry Finn, we're totally okay."

"Great! I guess I'll see you in glee tomorrow then," I could practically hear his relieved goofy grin through the phone.

"Bye Finn."

I hung up and ran my fingers through my hair.

Holy crap something actually worked out well and easily for me.

I smiled and headed back to my room, feeling good about taking a step in the right direction. This was good for me and more importantly it was good for Santana. It wouldn't have helped her to see us together in any way. After today I think it'd be devastating to her to see me with someone else. I actually was feeling so good that I didn't care what people thought if I were to walk around with her. Hopefully it was just because of my momentary elation and I'd actually feel this confident tomorrow.

All those feelings of happiness flew out the window the minute I walked back into my room and saw Santana sitting on the bed, running her fingers over marks I could've sworn I'd never seen before.

"Santana..?" I asked carefully as I sat next to her and took her hand. "What are those?"

She took a deep breath, "Don't be mad. I went back to my old house and something happened, I went somewhere bad. It was the same place I went when I tried to kill myself except not quite as bad. I just... I wanted to be in control of some of the pain I was feeling."

My heart broke again for the girl as I saw her eyes. She had a pleading look, she didn't want me to be angry. She looked like she thought I'd hate her. I picked up her arm and kissed her marks before wrapping my arms around her.

"You can't do it again," I whispered. "You find me if you're ever tempted and we'll talk about it."

"I know," she said back. "I just went somewhere really bad when I saw you with Finn. You guys didn't even do anything out of the ordinary but it still hurt me so bad."

"You don't have to worry about that anymore, Finn was who just called and we worked everything out." I felt her body release some of the it's tenseness

"Thank you," was all she could muster.

We stopped talking and just lay together. As I listened to her breathing even out I thought about what the hell I was going to do next. What could I do to help her more?

Santana's POV:

Last night had been intense. When I got home I just ran in and kissed her because I felt like I was literally going to drop dead if I didn't. I couldn't handle having never touched her like that and I just had to. Thankfully she seemed to actually respond well to it. I had thought she was going to be angry for some reason but it was a risk I was willing to take. It was like she was my drug and I'd have risked anything to get my fix. I felt infinitely better when I was able to just fall into her arms and know for certain that she loved me.

Quinn Fabray loves me! She's mine, no one else's.

I smiled just at the thought as I walked towards the choir room for glee club. There was more of a bounce in my step than there had been in days. I was however still slightly aprehensive about what was about to happen. About an hour ago I had gotten a text from Quinn asking me to promise her that no matter what she did today I wouldn't get mad at her. I did promise though because I feel like I kind of owe her big time, but that doesn't mean I'm not nervous as hell. It's been driving me insane thinking about what she's going to do that would possibly make me mad.

"Santana!" Brittany's chipper voice brought me from my thoughts. "Come sit with me and Artie."

I smiled and walked to sit with her, noticing that Quinn looked deep in conversation with Puck. I watched the two of them as Brittany and Artie made small talk with one another next to me. Finally Quinn looked over at me and gave me a sweet smile which I returned. I was about to wave her over when Mr Schue walked in and started talking.

"Okay guys I want to get started and talk about some possible songs for our regionals set list. We barely scraped by in sectionals so this ti-"

"Mr Schue I know this is important but I really would like to sing something," Quinn's cut him off. "It's important," she added, noticing that Schue's looked hesitant.

"Yeah sure but after we really need to work on a set list," he consented.

Quinn got up and was followed by Puck, who picked up an acoustic guitar.

They must have been talking about the song.

"Before we start I just wanna say that I mean every word," she looked right at me as she said this. My stomach fluttered and my curiosity peaked significantly. No one else seemed to catch it though.

Puck started strumming and I immediately recognized the song. The moment Quinn started singing I was locked into a trance.

When I see your smile

Tears run down my face

I can't replace

And now that I'm strong

I have figured out

How this world turns cold

and it breaks through my soul

And I know I'll find

deep inside me

I can be the one

I will never let you fall (let you fall)

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all (though it all)

Even if saving you sends me to heaven

She was looking at me the entire time and people were starting to notice but I didn't even care. I felt tears pooling in the corners of my eyes as she kept singing.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Seasons are changing

And waves are crashing

And stars are falling all for us

Days grow longer and nights grow shorter

I can show you I'll be the one

I will never let you fall (let you fall)

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)

Even if saving you sends me to heaven

Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart

Please don't throw that away

Cuz I'm here for you

Please don't walk away and

Please tell me you'll stay, stay

Use me as you will

Pull my strings just for a thrill

And I know I'll be okay

Though my skies are turning gray

I will never let you fall

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all

Even if saving you sends me to heaven

When the song ended she came up to my and kneeled down down and grasped my hands.

"I don't want you to go back to your dark place, I'll keep you out of there at all costs," she whispered. "You find me whenever you start fading out and I'll keep you anchored I promise."

Not caring who saw (after all it's just the glee club kids), I pulled Quinn's face to mine and kissed her. We both smiled into it, ignoring the gasps that echoed around us.

"Oh. My. God." I heard Kurt and Mercedes say in unison as we ended the kiss. Quinn took a seat next to me, taking my hand in hers and smiled at me as everyone else was still in silence.

"I um," Finn struggled to form a sentence. "Is this what you were talking about last night?"

"Yeah Finn," Quinn said. "I hope you're not mad."

"No it's cool," he said. "Thanks for the heads up though."

Quinn laughed and nodded before everyone else started asking questions.

"When did these even happen?" asked Kurt, obviously dying to get the scoop on us.

"It's a long story," I said. I was suprisingly okay with everyone knowing about us but I wasn't ready to give all the details.

"That's a story for another day. But if you guys could just keep this to yourselves I don't think we want the whole school knowing yet." Quinn added, clearly sensing what I was thinking.

"Fair enough," Kurt said with a nod. "But one of these days I'm going to need all the details on my new found allies." He winked at us and I smiled.

"Wow," Mr Schue finally said. "That was... unexpected. But also a beautiful performance on your part Quinn. I could tell that you really meant it."

"I did," was all she said.

"I think that that even has quite a bit of potential to be our solo for regionals!" He said with a smile.

Everyone voiced their agreement. Not even Rachel objected to it, so you know it really was an amazing performance.

"Okay guys so lets start brain storming some more songs," Mr Schue kept talking but I tuned out the second I heard Quinn whispering in my ear.

"I love you, I'm sorry it took so long to tell you. I was trying to protect you but I guess all I actually did was make it worse."

"It's okay," I whispered back. "I understand why you did it. I love you too."

I rested my head on her shoulder and she squeezed my hand tighter. We sat like that, happy for once, as Mr Schue and Rachel argued about duets.