A/N: I'm sorry if all the time jumps will confuse you. But the writing will be straight forward so, enjoy :) I also think this is my longest chapter yet, yay.

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The car ride to Puck's was quiet. Quinn rested her head against the window, in the passenger side as Santana drove. She had stopped crying once they had been driving for at least five minutes, and Santana was afraid to say a word, in case it broke the spell. She didn't want to make the blonde cry again. The Latina took a final turn, and pulled into the parking lot for Puck's apartment. She took in a deep breath knowing she'd have to speak.

"We're here…"

Quinn nodded. "Does he even know we're coming?"

"No, but I assumed he'd let you stay…come on."

Santana grabbed Quinn's bag, and then her hand. The blonde gripped it tightly, not wanting to release it. "S, thank you."

"Don't mention it, literally."

When they walked up to the elevator, and then arrived at Puck's apartment which was on the sixth floor, Quinn just wanted to collapse. Santana had held onto Quinn's hand the whole time and she refused to let go. She kicked Puck's door because one hand held Quinn's while the other held the backpack. His loud booming voice filled his apartment.

"One second!"

Puck swung the door open and the bright smile he did have on his face faded when he saw Quinn, looking more than broken.

"What's wrong?"

Santana pushed passed him and dragged Quinn inside. She didn't even ask him if she was staying she threw her friend's bag at the man and he caught it in reflex.

"She's staying with you for the next few weeks."

"What happened?"

"Can she stay with you or not?"

Puck looked around his small one bedroom apartment and shrugged. "I guess, but she'll have to sleep on the pull out couch."

"I'm sure that's fine." Santana said. She glanced over at Quinn waiting for her answer.

"That's fine, thanks." Her voice was a soft whisper.

"Now will someone please tell me what happened?"

Quinn nodded and Santana walked with her to the couch. She allowed the blonde to rest her head on her shoulder and Puck followed them, sitting down on the other end of the couch.

"It's a long story, but to sum it up…Rachel and Quinn got in a fight, Quinn ended up here for three weeks."

Puck's brows furrowed together and he glanced from Santana to Quinn.

"Callie kissed me…" the blonde raised her head and looked into Puck's eyes which were now wide. "It caused a fight because it showed me that Rachel didn't trust me, but some things were my fault as well. I'm not completely innocent, but neither is she."

Puck nodded. "So why are you here?" he knew what happened, but he had yet to find out why exactly the blonde couldn't stay at home.

"I suggested we take a break…"

"Oh come on Q, what she said was beyond-"

"San, please just drop it."

The Latina huffed and rolled her eyes. "Fine, but I'm not happy with her for hurting you."

"I know."

xxxxx

After a long talk at Puck's house, and comforting a crying Quinn, Santana finally made it back home. The cab ride was long, and she wished she hadn't used Quinn's car to drive to Puck's. She sighed heavily as she walked into her apartment and she glanced over at the couch where Brittany and Rachel were cuddled together. She slammed the door shut and Rachel jumped, waking up abruptly while Brittany was still stuck in her dream world. It was obvious Rachel had cried herself into a slumber and Brittany was just there along for the ride.

"You," She stuck out a finger and pointed it towards Rachel "you're lucky I don't fucking kill you." Santana said making her way toward Rachel.

"Santana look, I know I screwed up and I'm really sorry I didn't mean to hurt her I-"

Rachel cut herself off and yelped instead as Santana bent down and grabbed the top of Rachel's shirt, and pulled her closer.

"Let's get one thing straight Berry, if you thought I had a problem with you before…think again because now I have a problem with you. I just watched my best friend go through a box of Kleenex and cry her eyes out for almost 30 minutes. I swear you fucking broke Q, I've never seen her this bad, not even when her parents kicked her out."

"Santana please believe me when I tell you I am truly sorry. I didn't mean to get ahead of myself and say what I said. I didn't mean to hurt her, and I feel terrible because I did. I really do love her, with all my heart and I'm giving her space, because she wants it…"

Santana sighed. "Well Q isn't exactly innocent here either, all I'm saying is I warned you that I'd kick your ass if you hurt her, but I'm not going to…only because she hurt you to."

"Thank you Santana."

"Don't thank me because I'm not doing this for you…I'm doing it for Q. She may have hurt you a little bit, but you broke her."

xxxxx

The following day Quinn had awoke to the smell of bacon, and French toast. She had always loved that Puck could cook.

"Good morning." Puck said, placing some bacon and a slice of French toast on Quinn's plate. He slid it across the table and she gladly took a seat and began to eat.

"Morning, thanks for this…"

"You're welcome, how you feeling today?"

Quinn took in a deep breath and then sighed. "Not good, I didn't get much sleep, I stayed up all night just thinking about what I'm going to do about work."

"Did you figure it out?"

"No and to be honest I'm scared to go to work tomorrow."

"I'll be one call away…"

"Good." She smiled.

…

Rachel groaned as she stretched and felt her eyes meet with the blinding sun that was coming in through the window. She groaned once again and turned onto her side. She pulled the blankets up and nestled her face in them. She had rolled over and was now lying on Quinn's side of the bed. She could smell the coconut shampoo that Quinn's hair had left behind on the pillow, and she could smell her faint body spray through the blankets.

Last night she hadn't noticed it, then again the last thing she remembered was Santana yelling at her, Brittany waking up, all three of them having a few drinks and then after that she just remembered darkness. She was mad at herself for drinking, but after all it had numbed her. It was Santana's idea and she decided to go with it. It couldn't hurt, or at least that's what she had thought. Now she was just wondering how the hell she got into her bed. She inhaled Quinn's scent and grabbed the pillow the blonde slept on. She pulled it close to her chest and hugged it tightly. It had only been a night and she missed Quinn so much she wanted to lay in bed all day just to bask in what was left of her. But she couldn't do that; one thing Rachel wasn't going to do was mope. She let go of the pillow and forced herself to get out of bed.

There was a soft knock at her door and Rachel groggily said a simple "come in."

The door creaked as it opened and Brittany smiled at her. "Hey." She bounded over to her friend and gave her a tight hug.

"How did I get in here last night?"

"You fell asleep on the couch, so I carried you." Brittany said simply, letting go of her friend.

"Thanks…I think."

"You're welcome, Sanny made breakfast, come eat!"

The Next day

Yesterday Quinn had spent the day with Puck, relaxing on the couch and watching shitty movies, that just made her want to cry. Not because the movies were bad to the point of tears, but because that's all she seemed to be able to do.

She stepped out of her car and walked into the building, a coffee clutched in her hand. It may be part of her job but she was disgusted just by the thought of bringing the other girl a coffee, so she brought one for just herself. She needed it seen as she had gotten no sleep the night prior. After Puck had gone to sleep-once they finished their fifth movie-Quinn had curled up on the pull out couch and just cried. She wasn't sure for how long, but regardless it kept her up, and when she finally did get to sleep she had a horrible nightmare, and wound up being shaken by Puck, to wake up. She had been griping the sheets hard, cursing and sweating; the boy had been worried.

Even after asking Puck to sleep beside her-she gave him a firm warning not to try a thing-because she just needed a friend, sleep still wasn't being good to her. So she just laid there for the rest of the night staring at the ceiling and listening to Puck's loud breathing and heavy snoring.

Since she didn't get a lot of sleep her eyes were red and still puffy and she had bags under her eyes and she didn't have the patience to deal with her messy hair so she just threw it into a pony tail for the day. She also threw on a pair of sunglasses, because one look at her eyes and anyone would think she was high or drunk. She walked into Callie's office and her eyes widened under her glasses while she walked in on what seemed like an awkward make-out session between her and a young guy who looked about the same age as the blonde, who she didn't seem to recognize. Quinn cleared her throat and they broke apart, Callie pushing the guy off of her. The older woman cleared her throat and pushed herself off of the desk, which she had been sitting on.

"Quinn how nice of you to show, I wasn't sure you would after the drunken events that happened recently."

"Trust me; I don't want to be here." She mumbled, before taking a sip of her coffee.

A thick awkwardness filled the room and she glared at Quinn and the blonde just snickered.

"This is Tommy, he's our new intern. He'll be working with you today, so while you guys are in the basement filing be sure to get acquainted."

Tommy looked like a beach boy, a surfer to be exact. He had sun kissed skin, a build similar to Puck's and he had blonde shaggy hair, which mixed well with his baby blue eyes.

Quinn rolled her eyes and walked out of the room, Tommy following quickly behind her. "I'm Tommy, and you are Quinn, obviously. I'm from California, where are you from?" he said, already annoying the blonde.

"Ohio, look I know Callie said to get acquainted, but no offence I don't feel like getting to know you."

"I'm sorry if I've made you mad in anyway and I'm sorry you had to walk in on that back there but she just kind of came onto me…you know?" Quinn smiled, he was actually nice and this time she knew Tommy could hold the potential of friendship, without hitting on her and screwing her life up. As she came to this conclusion she wondered, why she couldn't figure Callie out sooner.

"Trust me I know, she did the same thing to me…"

Tommy raised his eyebrow. "Did it bother you?" he asked as they walked down the stairs and toward the shelves, stacks of files, and papers messily thrown around. Callie had given them a job that didn't even need to be done, but the blonde was glad to get away from her.

"I slapped her, you tell me."

Tommy laughed. "She's kind of aggressive, I pushed her off this morning because I have a fiancé but she didn't give up. I started yesterday, and at first I didn't suspect anything, but I was thrown off-guard this morning."

"I did the same thing; she sure knows how to push. I had a girlfriend…"

"Oh, you're-"

"Gay? Yes."

"So you said you had a girlfriend, what happened?"

"Callie happened…"

Tommy nodded and shot her a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine…whatever. Anyway how about I take this pile and you take that one?" Quinn took off her sunglasses and slipped them through a belt loop on her jeans, today she had been simple and decided to wear a t-shirt and a pair of jeans instead of one of her dresses. Tommy smiled at her and took in her tired eyes.

"You look like you haven't slept in weeks."

"I didn't get any sleep last night."

"I'm sorry; I know what it's like, my first love broke my heart." He said and Quinn sighed and Tommy awkwardly shifted. "Look I know we just met and everything but I don't have any friends in this place, and Callie is not the type of person I want to hang around, especially if it could potentially wreck my relationship with my fiancé. So I was wondering…maybe you'd like to be friends. I promise I won't hit on you or anything." The boy said, and then laughed.

Quinn sent him a sheepish smile, the only one that had been real since her fight with Rachel. "I'd like that."

…

Rachel sat on a bench in Brittany's dance studio, watching the girl twirl and bust an amazing move. Her class had been dismissed not too long ago, but Brittany kept going. No wonder she was in such great shape. The blonde looked over at Rachel and began to laugh; she walked toward the stereo and turned it up. Katy Perry's album Teenage dream was blaring through it, and Brittany had her own dance to almost every song (that had a good dancing beat).

The blonde began shaking her hips and doing some moves, that Rachel couldn't even do, without being taught of course because Rachel held confidence and knew that she could do them easily if she had someone to show her how. She watched her best friend dance and wondered how one person could get so good. She felt her phone vibrate and she pulled it out and sighed realizing it was just Kurt texting her to see how everything was. She wanted to desperately pour her soul to him, but he was just her friend, he was one of Quinn's best friends and everything the brunette would say to Kurt would find its way back to Quinn. It was obvious to Rachel that Quinn must have already explained to Kurt what had happened because a second text came it, asking how she was holding up and if she was okay with Quinn staying at Puck's. Rachel rolled her eyes. Brittany had told her that morning-when she asked where her girlfriend was staying-that the blonde was staying at Puck's. It was definitely testing Rachel's jealousy and trust but she thought that was a good thing, because she was shockingly okay with it, and was glad Quinn was staying with someone who could keep her safe, even if that person was the father of Beth.

She sent Kurt a quick reply and then scrolled down her list of contacts; she stopped on Quinn's name and shut her eyes tightly before re-opening them. She pressed it and then selected compose a message. She was debating whether it was a good idea to send out an innocent text, she knew it wasn't but a part of her was trying to convince herself it couldn't hurt. The song had stopped and Rachel hadn't noticed that Brittany glanced over at her. The blonde's eyes went wide because, even though she had her dumb moments, she knew exactly what Rachel was doing.

"What are you doing!" Brittany yelped and hurried over to Rachel.

"Checking the time?" the diva was trying to give an excuse but it had come out as a question and once again Brittany wasn't buying it. People always thought she was too stupid to understand things, but Brittany was actually smart, with certain things.

"You were going to text Quinn."

Rachel sighed and looked up at the girl who was hovering in front of her. "It was just a simple message, it wasn't anything-"Rachel was cut off as Brittany reached for the phone and Rachel's grip tightened. "What are you doing!"

"Saving you from your stupid mistake, even I know that texting Quinn would be a dumb decision."

"Please just let go of my phone, I promise I won't text her. Please Brittany."

Brittany shook her head and smiled brightly. She yanked the phone harder and because Rachel's grip on it was tight the strength Brittany had used pulled not only the phone from Rachel's hand but pulled the girl off of the bench. She landed on the ground with a small thump and she glanced up at the blonde who was begging to laugh. The diva let out a huff and rolled her eyes.

"What in the world was that for?"

"You wouldn't give me your phone."

"That would be because it's my phone and I don't have to give it to you."

Brittany smirked and shook her head. Rachel sighed loudly and got up off the ground and went for Brittany, tackling her the best she could. Of course Brittany barley moved an inch, after all she had been a Cheerio and Rachel is small, and not as strong as her. Brittany decided to let Rachel attempt to win and when the diva tackled her once again she didn't fight it and allowed both of them to fall down to the ground.

"Give me my phone Brittany!"

"No you'll just text Quinn."

"I swear I won't."

"You're lying and I don't believe you."

Rachel struggled in the position she was in and attempted to sit up but she was slightly stuck underneath Brittany. "I will not give you back your phone."

"In that case could you at least get off of me, because I'm finding it very hard to breathe?"

"As long as you promise not to go after your phone."

"Fine, I promise." She lied.

Brittany smiled satisfied and rolled off of Rachel, however before Brittany could sit up Rachel smirked and crawled onto the other girl, sitting on her thighs. "Give me my phone!"

"You're not supposed to break a promise." Brittany frowned and Rachel sighed.

"I'm sorry, I just want my phone." The brunette reached for it again, but Brittany held it out of her reach.

"I know but I like you, and I like Q. I like you guys together. I don't want you guys to stay separated."

"I know..." Rachel reached a bit more and her hand finally had a hold to the bottom of the phone.

"Stop it!" Brittany said loudly, slapping Rachel's hand but she didn't move it she just held onto the device tighter.

"No you stop it!"

Santana hummed to herself as she walked into the Dance studio. Her eyes widened as she saw the two girls fighting on the floor. After the shock of the weird position they were in wore off she raised an eyebrow and held a 'what the fuck' look. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

"What the hell are you two doing?"

"She was about to text Q, so I stole her phone."

Santana sent a glare Rachel's way. "Are you insane, when Q asks for space she means it, let her come to you, always let her initiate things."

"I'm not going to text her I just want my phone back!" Rachel reached for her phone once again but Brittany began to pull on it as well. Unknown to the girls they had managed to type in a bunch of jumbled up letters, and accidently sent it. To the one person they didn't want to send it to.

"Don't let her have it B. She'll text her anyway."

Santana smirked, finding their fight funny. She walked over to the bench and sat down, enjoying the show.

…

"I thought this job was going to be fun." Tommy said throwing the file onto the floor and collapsing into one of the folding chairs.

"We're interns, our job isn't fun." Quinn said, a laugh coming out. "But we're also getting punished. It's my fault…I guess you shouldn't slap your boss."

"You had every right to."

Quinn nodded and just as she was reaching for another file folder and a stack of papers to slip inside it she felt the vibration against her leg from her phone, which was tucked in her pocket. She sighed and pulled it out, her eyes shifted over the screen and her heart jumped when she saw who the message was from. She opened the message and her brows instantly furrowed.

Fr: Rachel

Fnkjeiotyvnmfjhsd

"What the fuck…" Quinn whispered. She shook her head and slipped her phone back in her pocket, but while she did it a small smile played with her lips and she was trying to hold back a laugh. Suddenly she couldn't hold it back anymore and just started to laugh. Tommy looked up from the file he was working on and gave Quinn a questioning look.

"You okay over there."

"No." Quinn shook her head and continued to laugh, it was the first time since she walked out of her apartment, and into Puck's that she had really laughed. "She's such a dork…I miss her." The blonde whispered. Tommy heard it and raised an eyebrow and then smiled, without saying a word.

…

"Now can I have my phone back?" They were sitting now, but Rachel was leaning into Brittany trying to pull the phone from the blonde's hand. Their hands engulfed the piece of technology and once again a finger pressed the wrong button. It was all thanks to the way Brittany had been holding it.

Quinn's cell phone broke the thick silence in the room, and she sighed as she pulled out the ringing cell from her pocket. "Hello?" she said without even checking the caller ID.

"Brittany if you do not hand me that phone this instant I will sit on you."

"It won't hurt, you're tiny."

"Hello!" Quinn said, trying to hide laughter at the words she could hear.

"I beg your pardon I am vertically challenged, not 'tiny'. I would like to think that my height-"

"Can you shut up please?"Only Brittany could make that polite.

Quinn laughed on the other end of the phone and hearing Rachel's voice and the laugh the brunette was letting out, made Quinn miss her more. She wanted to leave work, and head toward them but she wasn't going to jeopardize things and as much as she wanted to say screw it to this space thing, they needed it. Or at least they were stuck with it now.

"Rachel Berry, if you accidently text me or call my cell again, I will block your number!" Quinn yelled as loud as she could. She was joking and it was obvious because of her tone, but for some reason she wanted them to be aware that she was on the phone.

Both Brittany and Rachel froze at the sound coming from the electronic gadget and Rachel felt her heart pound. She looked at Brittany, asking for her help without verbalizing it. But the blonde didn't catch on and just shrugged.

"I-I'm sorry." Rachel squeaked out towards the phone. The way Rachel seemed so worried made Quinn's heart pound, she sounded cute. This time Brittany allowed the brunette to grab her phone and she ended the call as fast as she could.

"Brittany I could seriously-"

Santana began to laugh and both girls turned to the Latina, they had both forgotten she was there.

"That was the funniest shit I have seen all day. I can just picture Q's expression in my head."

Rachel huffed and pulled herself off the floor. "She is probably furious at me thanks to you." Rachel said unsure which girl she was talking to. Rachel huffed and stormed out of the studio.

"Such a fucking drama queen." Santana muttered under her breath.

xxxxx

That night Quinn laid in bed, by herself this time staring at the ceiling. She was hoping she wasn't going to need Puck to comfort her again. A snoring man beside you wasn't all that comforting, that and Puck tried to hug her, and whisper words that were supposed to make her feel better but it just made her want to hit him for failing miserably at it.

She still loved Rachel and although they were having a break she wasn't going to cut their communication off all together. One thing she knew she had missed last night was the diva's soft whisper of a "goodnight" and an "I love you". The blonde sighed as she reached for her phone that rested carefully on the arm of the couch. She made a mental note that she'd have to find a better place to put it.

She decided to send the text quick and fast so that she wouldn't change her mind.

…

Rachel laid on Quinn's side of the bed, when she slept on her own side the other side felt to cold, but when she slept on Quinn's side it felt wrong, but she did it anyway. She had the blankets wrapped around her securely, as if they could protect her from anything. When she heard her phone go off she was slowly drifting into a restless sleep but the loud vibration against the wooden surface of the night stand caused her to jolt. She groaned as she reached for the phone and her heart began to pound and she felt like at any moment it would have the power to puncture a hole right through her chest and just fall from her body.

Fr: Quinn

Goodnight Rachel xo.

Rachel sucked in a deep breath and contemplated replying, after a minute of deep thought she typed in the words.

To: Quinn

Goodnight Quinn. XXO