Chapter 11

Rachel heard from Blaine who heard from Sebastian that Quinn was back in New York after her trip to Lima. She was curious of how her visit went knowing the fractured relationship between Quinn and her mother needed serious mending and although she understands Judy's heartbreak as she was going through the something similar, she couldn't help but feel for Quinn knowing how much her mother means to her. Even though Quinn and herself can't get through what she did, she hopes that Judy can get passed it but at the same time, she can understand how hard it would be.

During her whole Christmas vacation, Rachel couldn't help think about the blonde and her necklace that she returned to her. She contemplated wanting to reach out the blonde to thank her.

For a few weeks, Rachel has been fighting a battle with herself lately. She was conflicted of whether or not seeking Quinn out was a good idea. She wanted to get over the blonde but the more she saw her the harder it was. And the less she saw her it was even ten times harder not to miss her. She hated that she simply just couldn't get over her and cut her out of her life completely. It would make her life so much easier. Actually her life would have been easier if she never met the blonde.

One night when she didn't have rehearsal, Rachel manages to find some courage inside her to head over to Quinn's apartment to at least thank her for returning her necklace deeming it was the right thing to do. Her fathers raised her to never let a gracious gesture go unappreciated. She usually bake cookies for these type of occasion but she didn't have time. It seemed silly coming all this was just to show her gratitude but she could not have Quinn think that she didn't appreciated the gesture because that was not the case.

Taking a deep breath before putting a brave face on, Rachel softly gives the wooden barrier a few knocks. She straightens the invisible wrinkles on her clothes while waiting patiently for somebody to answer.

"What are you doing here?" Santana asked rudely crossing her arms when she saw Rachel standing on the other side of the door.

"Is Quinn here?" Rachel asked ignoring the Latina's inhospitable attitude.

"She's at work." Santana said sharply.

She didn't dislike Rachel but she was tired of seeing Quinn so annoyingly sad and distant lately and Rachel just choose the wrong day to show up and being the unfortunate receiving end of her anger.

"Is she working late? I thought she usually gets off by six, the latest being around seven. And I know that Sebastian is with Blaine right at this very moment." Rachel said with determination not putting it pass Santana to lie about the blonde's whereabout.

Or worst, Quinn didn't want to see her and sent Santana to get rid of her now that she found someone else.

"Are you stalking her now?" Santana glared. "That's pathetic."

"Have I done something to upset you?" Rachel asked having enough of Santana's animosity towards her. Normally Santana has been cordial around her, so this side of the Latina was off putting and she didn't appreciate it at all. Nor was she going to stand for it.

"I don't know. Did you get engage just to throw it in my friends face to show her that you're over her when it's obviously not the case." Santana told her with sarcasm laced in her voice.

"That's not what I'm doing at all. Quinn and I are friends." Rachel said defending herself.

Santana laughed mockingly. "It's best if you just leave her alone. You know you both are lying to yourself that that could ever work."

"Whatever you may think, Quinn and mine's relationship is none of your business." Rachel fumed.

"Whatever. She's not here, so get lost." Santana barked out wanting nothing more then to slam the door on her face.

"Santana!" Brittany shouted from inside quickly making her way towards them to intercept Santana before she said anymore hurtful things.

"What?" Santana sighed knowing that she was going to get chewed out later.

"We talked about this." Brittany chastises her and shoos her away.

"Whatever." Santana rolls her eyes and walks into her room leaving Brittany to deal with the tiny annoying brunette.

"Hey Brittany." Rachel greeted softly relieved to be dealing with the Latina's better half then her.

"Hey Rachel. Sorry about her. She's having a bad day." Brittany apologized.

"It's fine. Is Quinn really not here?" Rachel asked knowing that Brittany would never lie.

"She's not." Brittany sadly shakes her head. "She's working late tonight."

"Do you know where I can find her?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah...um..." Brittany hesitated not knowing how to tell Rachel about Quinn's current situation.

"What is it?" Rachel asked her heart drops thinking that Quinn really didn't want to see her now that she's moved on. She should be happy about this. With Quinn moving on and with Kyle and her getting married, she can truly get over the blonde. But she wasn't happy. Not at all. "Is she really seeing someone? Brittany you can tell me."

"What?" Brittany frowned. "No. Quinn's not seeing anyone. Look, do you remember that restaurant we all meet up at a couple weeks ago?"

"Yes?" Rachel answered confused as to where this was headed.

"She's working there. She has been ever since..."

"Ever since what? What is going on Brittany?"

Brittany gave her a sympathetic look. "It's best if she tell you herself."

"Tell me what?" Rachel said eagerly wanting to know if something had happen to Quinn.

"Her visit to Lima didn't turn out quite as she hoped. She's been having a hard time."

"Oh..." Rachel said swallowed hard.

Her heart constricts a little at the thought of Judy rejecting her youngest daughter. Quinn must be heartbroken knowing the only thing she had left of her family was ruin.

"Yeah...she really needs a friend. I know whatever may be going on with you guys is complicated but she needs someone to talk to. Santana and I tried but she has closed up and shut us out. Quinn's very good at bottling things up and act like nothing is bothering her. Until one day it just al explodes."

"I don't know if I'm the best person..." Rachel trailed not knowing what kind of help she can offer.

She didn't think it was her place. Santana and Brittany were the blonde's best friend, so if they couldn't help the blonde how could she? Even Sebastian would probably be a better option. What was so special about her?

"If you care at all about her, you would at least try." Brittany told her gently.

Rachel could tell by the serious tone of the usually chipper dancer that she was really worried about her friend. And if she was worried then Quinn must be in really bad shape.

"I'll see if I can be of any help." Rachel replied.

"Thanks Rachel. I hate seeing Quinn so sad." Brittany said.

"Goodnight Brittany." Rachel nodded her head not know what else to say.

"Bye Rachel." Brittany replied watching her getting into the elevator before closing the door heading towards the room she and Santana share to let her girlfriend know how upset she was with the way she talked to Rachel.

"Santana!"

During the cab ride to the restaurant, Rachel was going through any reasonable explantation of why Quinn was working at a restaurant. Her load at the firm seemed heavy enough, Rachel doesn't know how the blonde could even find time to pick up a second job.

This didn't really make sense to her. She knew it was useless trying to figure this out on our own when she can just easily asked the blonde once she saw her but she was just so shocked about this new information, these thoughts were invading her mind.

When the cab hits her destination, she pays her fee and looks towards the restaurant wondering if she should just turn around and head home for the night. She should have called the blonde earlier but she wanted the option to back out if her nerves got the best of her as cowardly as that sounds.

Getting involved in Quinn's personal issues doesn't seem like a good way to get over the blonde but they were trying to be friends. But what if Santana is right? What if they were really fooling themselves with the notion of being friends? Even so Rachel didn't seem to have the strength to stay away and she was really concern about Quinn after her talk with Brittany.

Before she could change her mind, Rachel walked straight into the building. When she didn't immediately spot the blonde after a quick scan of the room, Rachel told the hostess that she was just going to grab a seat at the bar.

"I'll have a white zinfandel." Rachel told the bartender when he asked what she wanted. Maybe a little bit of alcohol would calm her nerves before she saw the blonde.

"Looking for someone?" The bartender asked inquisitively when he returned with her drink. As a bartender, he was quite observe of people and he noticed her eyes seemed to be wandering aimlessly around the room.

Rachel looked up at his question before throwing him a small smile.

"Do you know Quinn Fabray?" Rachel asked as causally as she could while taking a sip of her drink.

Seeing the genuine smile on his face from hearing the blonde's name alone sent a tiny jolt of jealousy throw her body. Quinn has the ability to charm just about anybody and it seemed like he was not exception.

"Yeah. She just started a couple of weeks ago. Are you her girlfriend?" He asked.

The first week Quinn started here he had asked her out but the blonde gently declined mentioning that she was into women. Even though he was heartbroken, they actually started to become good friends.

"No..no. Umm...no." Rachel said sharply shaking her head nervously causing him to frown at her reaction. She opened her mouth a few times struggling to find the right words.

"I mean...no." She repeated softly.

"Okay..." He drawled out confused. "I can let her know that you're here, if you want?"

"It's okay. I don't want to bother her. It seems business." Rachel replied waving her hand gesturing towards the dining area.

He looks around the room. "Yeah. It has been lately. Ever since Quinn starting working here come to think of it."

Rachel nodded. "You guys start closing soon, right?"

"Yeah." He takes a quick glance at his watch. "In an hour or so."

"I'll wait." Rachel told him. "You seem like good company until then."

"The best." He winked at her playfully. "Let me know if I can get you anything else." He gives her a friendly smile before turning his attention to his other patrons leaving her to her own devices for a moment.

Quinn was completely devastated when she return back to New York. The finality in her mother's voice sent shrills down her back. Her words were constantly echoing in her head breaking a piece of her heart every single time. She can't seem to escape it. So she found ways to busy herself and to distract her from diving into a deep black hole of depression.

"Another great night. See you tomorrow, Quinn."

Quinn smiled at Elizabeth while putting her coat on getting ready to call it a night.

"Thanks. You too."

Despite everything else going on in her life, she did enjoy working here. It allowed her to push all her personal problems behind and start learning and being more creativity in the kitchen. She can already see herself growing in the short amount of time she has been here. Chef Bryon had a brilliant mind and his love for cooking was inspiring that it was so contagious.

Before Quinn makes it to the door, a familiar laughter hits her ears that unconsciously made her smile for the first time in weeks. Her head snaps up scanning for the source wanting to confirm her suspicion of it's owner. Her breath gets caught in her throat when she spies a woman similar to Rachel's height and wavy brown hair sitting at the bar. Completely surprised by Rachel's presence, she didn't realized her feet was taking her to the bar to approach the brunette.

"Rachel?" Quinn asked when she was close enough interrupting her conversation with Colin. "What are you doing here?"

Rachel turned slightly when she heard her name coming from Quinn's voice that always seem to make her heart skip a beat.

"I should finish cleaning up here. It was nice talking to you Rachel." Colin said nodding at the brunette who returned his gesture. "I'll see you tomorrow Quinn."

"Yeah, see ya." Quinn replied smiling at him.

"He's nice." Rachel commented after Colin left them alone.

"Yeah. Colin's a good guy." Quinn agreed taking the seat next to Rachel. "So where you just in the neighborhood or..."

"I stopped by your place to thank you for returning my necklace." Rachel reached up and softly touch the jewelry sitting on just below her neck. "You weren't there and Brittany told me I can find you here."

Quinn frowned. "You came all this way and waited until I got off work to say thank you? Why didn't you just call?"

"I know it sounds silly and I hope you don't think I'm crazy but I was so worried that I lost this forever. I looked everywhere for it. I didn't even think that it could be at your place. The necklace means so much to me that I had to thank you in person to show you how much I appreciated it."

"It's not a big deal Rachel. I was just returning it to it's owner." Quinn told her brushing off her graditude.

"I don't think you understand." Rachel said locking her eyes with the blonde.

Quinn's eyebrow furrowed. "I don't understand what?"

"When I was younger I didn't have many friends. I was so obnoxiously confident about my talent and my determination to be a star rubbed my peers the wrong way leading to bullying and being constantly teased. Being an adopted child with two dads didn't help my popularity either. I remember one the kids in my class had a party and he was showing his breakdancing skills and everyone just raved the next day about it and couldn't stop talking about how talented he was. So I thought that if I show them how talented I was that they would understand and see how cool I was. When my twelfth birthday arrived, I invited all my classmates to my house for a broadway theme party. I was so excited and practice singing "Don't Rain On My Parade" weeks before. I planned everything to the decoration to what games we were going to play, wanting everything to be perfect. But none of them showed up. I was so sad and down that I was convinced that I would never be on broadway and my silly dream was ridiculous if I couldn't even get the kids in my class to watch me perform." Rachel explained.

She never talked about her adolescent years since there were some awful memories she didn't ever want to revisit but it was so easy talking to Quinn. There was something simply warm and inviting about the blonde that wanted her to unleash all of her stories.

Good or bad.

"I'm sorry, Rachel. Kids can be cruel." Quinn shakes her head.

She hated that the wonderful and ambitious woman in front of her ever felt like she wasn't good enough. It makes her feel even guiltier of what she did to her.

"After locking myself in my room for a few hours, my dads came up trying to cheer me up by giving me my birthday present. And it was this necklace of my name. They told me to ignore whatever name those bullied made up for me and to remember who I was and never change for anybody. Never give up on my dream." Rachel finished opening up a particular hard time in her life to the blonde.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that Rachel. And I'm glad that you didn't give up. You are so talented. It would be ashamed to withhold your voice from the world." Quinn told her with sincerity in her voice.

"Thank you. That's kind of you to say. I just wanted you to know that I appreciated. It means so much to me."

"I'm glad you have a back. It's looks great on you." Quinn replied looking at her neck.

The necklace was a little adolescent but at the same time it wasn't. She didn't know how to explain it but it did look beautiful on Rachel.

"So...you working here now? What happen to the law firm?" Rachel asked casually changing the subject.

Quinn paused for a moment. "Do you want to take walk? Your apartment is not far from here. I can explain on the way and also make sure you get home safely."

"Sure. It's a little chilly tonight but I would never pass up the opportunity to admire New York's unconventional beauty." Rachel said.

Quinn gives her a heartfelt laugh. "Alright, let's go."

"You quit!" Rachel exclaimed shell shock at this new information.

Quinn simply nodded her head pulling her coat tighter as she walked next to the brunette. It was colder than she thought it was but being in the hot kitchen all night she almost welcomed it.

"Quinn...that's a big decision. I thought that's what you wanted. To be a lawyer like your dad."

"It was what he wanted but I feel absolutely no passion for it. It was something I thought I should do. It felt like the smart route. I wasn't even sad that I left. Sebastian was. I think he almost cried actually. And he yelled. And he begged me to stay. He acted like I broke up with him."

"Seriously Quinn. Was this a rash decision because of what happen with your mom?" Rachel asked.

Trying hard not to visibly tense, Quinn narrowed her eyes when Rachel mention her mother. "You talked to Brittany."

"Yes." Rachel answered truthfully. "They're worried about you."

"I'm fine. I mean it sucks. But what can I do? She said that I was no longer her daughter. I just...I don't know...I mean..." Quinn struggled to even comprehend the whole thing and how to resolve it.

"She said that?" Rachel asked in disbelief.

"Yeah." Quinn whispered with defeat.

"Maybe she still needs time." Rachel said gently.

"What if she can't ever get over it? Like..." Quinn trailed suddenly remembering who she was talking to.

"Like me?" Rachel finished for her.

"Yeah." Quinn replied quietly after moment.

There was a pregnant pause between them as they continued to walk towards Rachel's building.

"It's different. She's your mom. I've seen the relationship you have with her. You guys can get through this. She loves you." Rachel said trying to give the blonde some hope.

"I don't know." Quinn told her honestly.

"Quinn..."

"It's not that simple, Rachel." Quinn interrupted softly but sternly.

Rachel nodded her head. She can see what Brittany was talking about when she said Quinn closing up. She can feel the blonde building up her walls as soon as she mentioned Judy.

"So... this new job? Do you like it?" Rachel asked not wanting to push the blonde.

"It's actually really great. I'm learning a lot and I really do enjoy cooking. I think I might look into some culinary classes around here."

"That's great."

"It doesn't sound ideal. Especially to Santana and Sebastian but I finally think I found something that I'm doing for myself and nobody else. All my life I felt everything I did was for my dad, my mom, my friends, or my teachers. Cheerleading, church, every school club I've been in, homecoming queen, Yale. It feels awesome to accomplish all those thing but it didn't feel like it was for me... I don't know... does that make sense?"

"Of course. I understand completely."

"I did have a rebel stage in high school though when it all became too much."

"I can tell this is not a rebel stage. Your happy when you cook, I've seen it first hand. I'm totally supporting you on this. Most people spend their whole life doing something they don't love." Rachel told her.

"Thanks Rachel. It means a lot." Quinn smiled finally having someone in her corner besides Brittany.

Rachel stops walking and faced the blonde when she realized that the were standing in front of her building. The walk seemed shorter than she thought. She was kind of upset that her time with Quinn would have to end sooner than she would like.

Rachel tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. "I have Christmas present for you."

"Rachel, you didn't have to get me anything."

"I want to thank you for returning my necklace." Rachel reached into her bag. "A ticket to my opening show. It's just an small play but I really like it if you came. You can bring Santana, Brittany and Sebastian if you like. Just let me know and I'll make sure to hold some tickets at the counter for them."

Quinn looks down slowly accepting the tickets.

"When is it? Quinn asked while scanning the tickets for the date and time.

"Next week."

Quinn bit down on her lip.

"Rachel, I would love to see you on stage and support you but I just started this new job. I don't know if I would be able to get off." Quinn said regretfully.

"Oh." Rachel deadpans. "Of course. It's a silly play anyway. You won't be missing much." She said grabbing the ticket back her cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

Quinn fingers immediately tighten around the tickets causing the brunette to look up with a perplexed expression on her face. The blonde saw the disappointment flashed behind the brunette's eyes even though Rachel tried to hide it from her.

"Can I hold on to it? I mean in case I do manage to get the night off. I'll try my best Rachel." Quinn said earnestly looking into her brown eyes.

"I don't want to cause any problems. Really Quinn, it's a very small play. Nothing to lose your job over." Rachel said feeling silly about the invite. Of course she was busy.

"A small play with an phenomenal upcoming actress slash singer." Quinn corrected with all seriousness spread on her face. "I know potential when I see it and I can't wait to see you rise to the top. You going to go far, Rachel."

Rachel face stretched into a huge smile before she could even think to stop it. Quinn had a way to say the kindest words that made her feel like she was someone. Like she was special. In a way that made her feel unstoppable. She's never had someone speak like that about her besides her dads.

"I hope you can make it Quinn."

"Me too. Listen, stop by anytime at the restaurant and let me know you're there. I'll have something made for you. We have a great selection of vegan dishes."

"I would love that. When I have my off days, I'll be sure to swing by and say hello."

"Great." Quinn relied looking down on at her feet not knowing how to properly say goodbye to the other girl.

Do they hug or shake hands? Maybe a high five? No, they're not teenagers.

"Okay. I'll call next time instead of just showing up."

"Yeah. Though I like the surprise, I don't want you to have to wait." Quinn said.

"I didn't mind." Rachel replied. "Bye Quinn."

"Bye Rachel."

"Are you going to be okay getting home?" Rachel asked, it seemed like she would say anything just to spend a few more minutes with the blonde.

"Yeah. I'll just grab an Uber." Quinn replied.

"I never trusted that traveling method."

"It's not bad. I promise I'll be fine. Don't worry." Quinn said when she saw the apprehension on her face.

"Okay. Text me when you get home. Just so I know that you're alive and nothing horrible happen."

"Sure."

"Okay then. Bye again."

"Bye."

Rachel gave her one more smile before turning around and entering her building. Quinn stood there for a few seconds watching her until she was inside before walking away.

A couple days later, Santana stood at the kitchen counter spying on her friend with a puzzled looked on her face. Since they came back from their trip from home, Quinn has been quiet and reserved. But today there was something different about her. She squinted her eyes harder to determine if she sees a hint of a smile on the blonde's face as she was on her phone texting. To who? It was still unclear to the Latina.

After she was reprimanded by her girlfriend who told her to stay out of Quinn's love life, or lack there of, she was holding back from just bluntly asking who it was she was texting. Or asked her about if Rachel ever found her to talk about whatever it was that she so desperately needed to see the blonde that night.

"I can feel you staring at me." Quinn spoke loudly without taking her eyes away from her screen.

Santana blinked once before scoffing at the blonde. "Get over yourself. I was looking at that ugly plant next to you and wondering if I can throw out the window."

"Still in the doghouse with Britt." Quinn smirked sensing the frustration in her friend's voice.

Santana made her way to the couch and settle next to the blonde, sighing heavily. "She's being dramatic."

"What did you do?" Quinn puts her phone away before Santana could sneak a peek.

"Nothing." Santana replied sharply.

Quinn raised her eyebrows.

"Lower your brows. That shit doesn't work on me. You are no longer my cheerleading captain." Santana rolled her eyes.

"I miss those days when you had to do exactly has I said." Quinn said with a playful glint in her eyes.

"I see the bitchiness never left you." Santana retorted.

"So why is Britt mad at you?" Quinn asked getting back on topic.

It was usually something big if Brittany was still mad for more then a few hours let alone days.

"Mind your business. You always said it was best if we never got into each other's love life." Santana knew is she told Quinn what she said to Rachel that the blonde would be livid.

"Well, she's my friend and I want to know what you did to piss her off." Quinn insisted purely just to annoy her.

"Just drop it Q." Santana gritted through her teeth.

Quinn stared at her for a moment trying to get a read on her. "Fine. I have to get ready for work anyways."

Santana didn't say anything else and just waited patiently for Quinn to leave the room knowing that the blonde would carelessly leave her phone. When she hears the door shut she quickly hops over to where the blonde previously sat and grabbed her phone from the end table. Santana was never above snooping and she was very curious who the blonde was texting.

Santana shakes her head at how predictable the blonde is when it only took her two attempts to guessing Quinn's passcode. She hits the message to read her last text not noticing that Quinn's door opened behind her.

"Hey I forgot my phone...what the hell are you doing?" Quinn growled loudly before flashing towards her trying to get her phone back but Santana was quicker and dodge off the couch to the other side of the room before she could reach her.

"You been a moping mess since we been back and you won't talk to me and Brittany. But you talked to Rachel? I mean I'm glad it wasn't Sebastian because I will never hear the end of how you go to him about certain things instead of me but Rachel? Quinn get over her already. She was technically cheated on her fiancé with you and is stringing you along like a puppy."

"Shut up!" Quinn sneered angrily at her.

"No! I'm tired of this already. I've always been honest with you. Being friends with Rachel is only going to end up in heartache."

"Give me my phone back and in your own words, mind your business." Quinn walked threateningly towards her with a murderous stare.

"This is the only way I can talk to you and guarantee that you won't walk away form me." Santana said holding the phone hostage. "I'm going to tell you what I told her. You need..."

"Wait you talk to her?" Quinn stopped in her tracks.

"Yeah when she came by the other night looking for you." Santana answered.

"And you told her to stay away for me, didn't you? What did I tell you about meddling in my life?" Quinn darted forward chasing the brunette around the apartment.

"Chill Q." Santana said running away from her.

Quinn manages to tackle the brunette to the floor who still held the phone tightly in her hands and stretching her arm away from the blonde.

"You are such a bitch!" Quinn screams at her while wrestling to get her phone back.

As much as it seems like she was being an asshole, this was how they communicated. And Quinn needed to vent or lash out. She was use to being the receiving end of it even if she does manage to get a few scars. They were never the type of friends to have a heart to heart.

"Ow...Quinn. You really hurting me. I don't think my arms can twist that far." Santana yelped in pain.

"Give me the phone before I start yanking your hair!"

"Fine! Fine! Here." Santana surrendered immediately not wanting her to damage her hair.

Quinn took the phone from here and stood up releasing the brunette.

"Damn I'm glad the HBIC is still in you somewhere." Santana said brushing herself off.

"Do that again and you'll have to start looking for a new place to live."

"Oh come one Quinn. I was only trying to get you to talk to me."

"Leave me alone." Quinn snapped at her going back to her room slamming the door behind her.

"Crap." Santana said at her failed attempt to get the blonde to talk to her.

Quinn sat at the edge of her bed trying to calm herself down. She glanced down on her phone and rereads the last text that she received which was from Rachel. The brunette was inquiring if she was able to get off of work for her play that was tomorrow. She seemed really excited about her being there.

She was having second thoughts about attending Rachel's play. As annoying and irrating Santana was, she did have a point. Knowing that she still hold some feelings for the brunette, maybe becoming friends was not a good idea.

For either of them.

Returning from Lima, she was distancing herself from everyone including Rachel. Burying herself in her new job. But Rachel had seek her out. Reaching out to her at the restaurant and now wondering if she was going to see her play.

She had asked her boss if it was at all possible that she could have that night off and shockingly he said that it was fine. Everyone was really easy going at the restaurant making it an fun environment to work. Chef Bryon had taken a liken to her and was taking her under his wing. Showing her everything he knows. She was very lucky to be able to work under him. She was fully aware that anyone interested in the culinary field would love to be in her spot.

Getting out of this play would be easy and tell Rachel that she wasn't able to get off work but she didn't want to lie. And it seemed really important to Rachel that she was there. Why? She doesn't know. Maybe she was nervous and wanted to see a friendly face in the crowd.

Quinn groaned out loud and fell backwards on her bed not knowing what she was going to do. Holding her phone above her head, Quinn quickly replied to her that she'll know tonight, giving her some more time to think about it.

"Quinn!" Santana hollered on the other side of the door. "I'm sorry okay. That was so incentive of me."

Quinn rolled her eyes as the apology sounded so fake and forced coming from the Latina. She knew it was only because she didn't want to get on Brittany's bad side. Santana was so whipped.

Quinn threw her phone to side and begrudgingly got up to deal with Santana.

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A/N: Sorry for the wait. I apologize as it may not be the best chapter but I needed to get out of this writer block I've been having with this story and get back in the groove of things.