"Hey, Where's Rachel?" Puck asks as him and Blaine walk out on to the patio carrying the food for the grill.
"Upstairs with San." Quinn replies going over to help them. "I was actually getting ready to go check on them before you two got here."
"You two go ahead and go check on them. We'll start the food." Puck tells her with a smile as he helps Blaine start up the grill.
"Okay. Just don't burn down anything."
"Come on babe, that was just one time." Puck whines causing the two blondes to giggle.
"How about you just hand me the food and I'll use the grill, because I'm pretty sure Rachel would like to keep her house in one piece." Blaine tells him grabbing the tongs. Puck huffs and grabs the burgers, handing them to Blaine.
"Come on, B. Let's go check on our girls." Quinn say smiling at the bubbly blonde, grabbing her hand and leading her into the house.
"Do you think something is wrong?" Brittany asks softly as they made their way upstairs.
"No, they probably got talking or something." Quinn tells her gently squeezing her hand. She really hopes that's all that happen, but the weird feeling in her stomach is telling her different.
"Rachel? San?" Quinn knocks lightly on Rachel's bedroom door before entering. She smiled when she saw Santana and Rachel cuddled up on the bed asleep.
"You find them, Quinn?" Brittany asks coming up behind her.
"Look." Quinn says pointing over at the two brunettes sleeping.
"Aww, they look so cute." Brittany says smiling.
"They do."
"I got to pee." Brittany says causing Quinn to giggle at her. Brittany walks over to bathroom only to stop and stare at what was inside.
"B, is something wrong?" Quinn asks looking at her girlfriend who had what look to be fear and worry etched into her face.
"Come here." Brittany whispers her voice cracking a little bit.
Quinn walks over to where Brittany stood and gasped when she saw the mirror shattered all over the floor.
"Q? B?" Santana asks sleepily as she sits up in the bed. Quinn and Brittany turn and look at with faces of confusion. "Something wrong?"
"You could say that. What happen, S? Why is Rachel's mirror in a million pieces all over the bathroom floor." Quinn asks staring at her Latina girlfriend.
"She broke it." Santana whispers sighing. " I heard her scream and a loud crash when I entered the kitchen earlier. When I came up here I found her in the bathroom curled up in a little ball surrounded by the glass from the mirror."
"Why did she break it?"
"She was thinking about the first time she cut." Santana whispers looking down. She really doesn't want to talk about this. Plus, before Rachel fell asleep she was doing a lot of thinking about everything and the solution she came up with she probably going to cause a lot of pain and hurt.
"When was the first time she cut?" Quinn asks softly taking in her girlfriend's face. Quinn can tell Santana is thinking of doing something by the look in her eyes. It's the same look she had when her, Brittany and Santana confessed their feelings for each other. Fear.
"The day I ordered that slushie bath."
Quinn and Brittany look at each other before looking down. They could have stopped her, but no. They helped her. They all hated the way all the guys stared at Rachel that day. It made them all sick and jealous. In their minds they thought that if they couldn't have her then no one else will be able to either.
"San-" Quinn starts but gets cut off by Santana getting up and walking out the bedroom door. Quinn follows out in the hall. Santana was really started to worry her. She's never seen her like this before.
"I've been thinking." Santana whispers with her back towards Quinn and Brittany, who just followed them, as she leaned on the railing.
"About?" Quinn asks.
"Maybe I should just leave her alone." Santana's voice cracks with emotion as she closes her eyes.
"What are you talking about Santana?"
"She started to cut because of me. I caused this Quinn. How can she ever be with me when I caused most of the slushies and torment she got at school?"
"So, what you just want to leave her? Do you know what that would do to her? Do you? San, that would hurt her more then anything and you know that. Why the change all of sudden, S?" Quinn asks walking over to Santana.
"When I walked into that bathroom seen Rachel curled up in a ball on the floor crying, I felt like someone kicked me in the gut. The sight broke my heart. Then when I found why she broke the mirror and why she started to cut. It made me sick to know that I caused it. She told I might has well gave her the razor. I'm reason she thought cutting was the answer."
Santana walks back into Rachel's room grabbing her t-shirt and a pair of sweats slipping them on. When she picks up her bag from beside Rachel's bed she looks down at the tiny diva. Tears form in her eyes again as she bites her lip. Hearing Quinn and Brittany behind her she wipes her eyes furiously, before turning to walk out of the room.
"Don't do this." Quinn chokes out. She knows Santana blames herself for everything, but it's not all her fault. Yes, some of it is just like some of it is hers and Brittany, but not everything that Rachel has been through is. "Don't walk out on her. It's going to break her heart."
"She'll have you and Brittany to fix it." Santana says walking out of the bedroom and not looking back. She had to do this. This is the only way she make sure that Rachel will be okay, even if it means leaving the three girls she loves.
"Your being so stupid." Brittany hisses out causing Santana to stop for a second before she continues down the hall.
"What are we going to do?" Brittany asks Quinn as they watch the Latina disappear down the stairs.
"I don't know, Britt. I just don't know." Quinn sighs running her hands through her hair. When they hear the front door close they both let their tears fall. Santana left them. She was gone and she's not coming back.
Rachel's POV
Waking up I hear the three cheerios talking by the door to my bedroom.
"Don't walk out on her. It's going to break her heart."
"She'll have you and Brittany to fix it." I hear Santana say in a defeated voice before I hear all three of them walk out of my room.
Santana was leaving? She was leaving me like everyone else. It was only a matter of time before Quinn and Brittany leave me to. I'm not good enough for anyone. I was just fooling myself into thinking that they would ever stay with me. I'm to messed up and broken for anyone to love me.
I get up finding a pair of jeans, shoes, shirt, and my jacket before I walk out of room almost running into the two blondes.
"Rach, where are you going?" Quinn asks following behind me. I don't answer her I just keep walking. I had to get away for a little while. I couldn't stay here any longer.
"Rae?" Brittany asks in small voice. I can't talk to them, because if I do I won't leave. I won't be able to.
"Stop." Quinn says grabbing my wrist and stopping me from going any further. I close my eyes taking a deep breath trying to keep the tears from falling.
"Let me go." I say lowly.
"No, not until you talk to us."
"There's nothing to talk about. So, just let me go and go after Santana."
"Rac-"
"Don't. Just don't I heard her leaving and I'm let you guys go. So, go find your girlfriend and leave me the hell alone." I say emotionless. I pull my arm away from Quinn and head towards the garage, stopping by the door.
"When I get back I don't want you here."
With that I walk out of the house leaving them behind. Ignoring the calls of my name from them. Opening the garage door and grabbing my helmet, I look over at the porch to see Quinn and Brittany running towards me. Quickly I put on my helmet and climb on my bike.
"Don't leave. Please we can fix this Rae. We'll go get Santana. Please." Brittany begs me.
"There's nothing to fix. She made her choice and I'm making yours." I say starting up the bike. I turn and look at them one last time, before I go. I wasn't going to just sit around wait for them to decide they had enough of me and leave. My heart can't take anymore pain and hurt. I should have known this would happen. I should have never let them in, because now I'm paying for it. I was a fool to think they were different from everyone else. I was so stupid to think they really cared.
I pull out of the driveway, leaving them and all my problems behind. Well a least for a little while.