A/N: so this author note contains spoilers for the born this way episode, if you haven't seen it, I suggest you don't read this little note, and just jump into the chapter. 1. It was so amazing, and it honestly hurts to watch how perfect Faberry are for each other, and they aren't actually together it pains me. They seriously could mend each other, and accept one another; they would be the best couple. 2. WHAT THE FUCK was with that whole Lucy storyline (if you liked it my apologies for the upcoming rant), did Ryan Murphy snort back crack or something? I love Quinn and he just completely ruined my whole idea of her. On that note I will pretend that never happened and erase it from my memory. That back story of the whole Lucy thing will never be in any fanfictions I write. Anyway, onto the story!
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The first week they were apart was stressful, and tiring. Quinn still wasn't getting much sleep, and Rachel followed Brittany around like a little lost puppy, and sleeping on Quinn's side of their bed. The whole week was basically a 'going through the motions' thing. They were getting use to not being together, and hanging out. They texted each other a few times; Quinn was always the one to initiate because Rachel kept what Santana had said in mind.
Puck and Quinn had spent her days off with Beth; Tommy had even tagged along one day. Beth took a liking to him and Quinn was glad to have a new friend from New York, one who wasn't going to hit on her. She and Tommy bonded, and she found herself already loving him and his quirks, he was a great friend and he listened to her when she needed to rant freely about Rachel.
Brittany and Rachel also got closer, their friendship forming a tighter bond, and by default Santana had to be dragged around with the both of them. She wasn't sure who she was going to kill first Quinn, for getting her stuck in this situation, Rachel for being annoying and getting on her nerves or Brittany for allowing Rachel to go everywhere with them. It was becoming a little much for the Latina, mainly because she couldn't plan the romantic evening-to propose to Britt- which she had mapped out with Quinn when she had slipped over to Puck's and away from the two other girls.
The Sunday, which some people would consider the new day of a new week, and some considered it the last day of the old week-to Quinn it didn't matter, she considered it to be the last day she could mope before Monday came along, and onto week two; without Rachel. Puck had made it clear that if she didn't stop crying, moping and staying up all night she would throw her out of his house and make her sleep in his tent outside.
Quinn sat at her table, staring at the newspaper that rested on the table. She wasn't really reading it, it was just something to place her attention on.
"Hey baby mama, any plans for tonight?"
"No, I work tomorrow the last thing I want is another hangover when I have to get up at the crack of dawn."
"Hey last time it wasn't my fault, Santana and Tommy boy were the ones who offered you the shots, you just accepted them."
"They were tempting...Puckerman, what do you want?"
"Well Tommy called and his fiancé just flew in, and he says he finally wants us all to meet her. We're meeting him in 30 minutes" By all, Puck had also meant Brittany and Santana because even they had taken on a liking for the surfer boy.
"I don't want to go."
Puck furrowed his brows and walked around the island counter and approached the blonde. "You're going."
"But today is my last day of moping; can't I enjoy it in silence and peace?"
"Nope, you are going and that's that."
"You don't scare me Puckerman."
A sly smile played with his lips. "We have to leave in like 10 minutes."
"I'm not going."
He took a step closer to the blonde and she shook her head furiously, expecting him to do what he was about to do. "Don't you dare..." she threatened. But Puck wasn't going to listen. He reached for her and before she could scurry away he wrapped his arms around her waist and in a swift movement pulled her from the chair and had her dangling over his shoulder.
"Noah Puckerman put me down!" Quinn screeched causing him to flinch slightly, because she had yelled directly in his ear.
"No way baby mama, we're going out tonight and since you weren't co-operating I have to drag you."
"Put me down!" she was a lot more feisty this time, and it came out as a growl.
"Not a chance."
She sighed and began to punch her fists into his back, and swing her legs; hoping one of them would clock him. But he wasn't affected and he just laughed. He walked toward the door and slammed it shut, still carrying Quinn as they made it to the elevator.
An elderly couple that lived on the same floor walked close to them also heading toward the elevator, they sent Puck an odd look and he just smiled brightly. Once the elevator made a ding and the doors opened Puck walked inside, and the couple followed.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Peterson. How have you been?"
"We have been good, How about yourself Mr. Puckerman."
"I've been good."
Quinn sent another punch into his back and this time he winced. ".down." she hissed into his ear, the viciousness in her voice caused a shiver to roll down his spine, but he refused to allow Quinn to scare him.
"That's good, so who is this young lady?" Mrs. Peterson said, eyeing the blonde who had gone completely limp against him; giving up.
"This is Quinn, she's my roommate."
"Well, it's a pleasure meeting you." The woman said, giving her a warm smile.
"It's nice to meet you too, it's a shame it wasn't under better circumstances." She hissed the last word, mostly for Puck's benefit. He wasn't going to be forgiven very easily, and he knew that. But she had to give her friend props, she hadn't thought of Rachel since he picked her up, however she couldn't let him have the happiness of that to bask in, so she kept her mouth shut. It also didn't help that she just thought of her, while realizing she hadn't thought of her.
The elevator doors opened up and the couple smiled at them. "You two have fun." Mr. Peterson said.
"Well don't be alarmed if Puck suddenly goes missing." Quinn punched his back once again and the Peterson's laughed.
"Take care." they added, before walking away leaving Puck and Quinn to walk through the lobby of the apartment building.
"I'm going to kill you. You better sleep with one eye open tonight because I swear to god Puck, I will-"she cut herself off as they walked out the doors and into the fresh air. Santana was leaning against her car.
"Had to drag her out?" Santana asked.
"If I didn't she wouldn't have come."
"Look before you shove her in my car I should warn you that...Berry's in the backseat."
Quinn glared and it was missed by the Latina because of the way she was hanging off of Puck. All she could see was the entrance of the apartment building.
"Santana Lopez, do you not know what the meaning of a break is!"
"I'm sorry she begged to come, if it helps she had no idea you were coming." Santana smiled innocently, but Quinn still couldn't see her.
The Latina opened the car door and Puck sent her a sly smile. Santana just nodded giving him permission to do what he wanted to. In a swift movement he leaned into the car, his eyes connecting with Rachel's.
"Hey Berry."
Rachel gave him a weird look and her breath hitched as she noticed Quinn. He gently threw her onto the seat, her back hitting the leather interior and her head unintentionally landing in Rachel's lap. She would have thought the diva's leg would be a soft surface to land on, but her head hurt after it collided with her bone.
Rachel had a hard time breathing, she hadn't seen Quinn in a week, or after this day was over it would be a full week but none the less she hadn't seen her, and she most definitely didn't have any physical contact with her. Just having her head resting on her leg, was a lot to handle. She looked down at the blonde who was staring up at her and their eyes connected. Quinn swallowed hard, wanting nothing but to bring her hand up and caress her cheek and pull her head down so their lips could meet but she snapped out of it, knowing it would be the dumbest thing to do.
She shot up from her position and motioned toward the open door. "Puck, you think my threat earlier was bad well this time I'm going to do more than just kill you, I'm going to kill you and then bring you back to life just so I can kill you all over again!"
"Fabray shut up and scoot over." Puck said, ducking his head so he could get in the back seat without knocking himself out. He was the biggest one out of all of them and he was pissed because he was stuck in the backseat. Quinn sighed angrily and positioned herself in the middle seat. Her leg brushed up against Rachel's and she tried so hard to ignore her.
"Well this is awkward." Puck said.
Both girls turned to look at him and sent him a glare. That was the one part of the whole week that Quinn felt beyond weak. But seeing Rachel was going to make the next week harder (and it did). The rest of the night was awkward as Puck said, but Quinn and Rachel exchanged a few words, got caught up on a few things and it was actually nice to catch up. Quinn felt at home, just in Rachel's presence but saying goodbye to her that night was hard. They couldn't kiss, so they settled for a tight squeeze on the hand, and that was it.
Week two was when everything turned into hell for Quinn. Work was murder, or so it felt like it. Callie was working her hard Monday and Wednesday had gone okay, minus the fact that Callie had started making passes at her again.
However when she woke up this morning, realizing not only was it Friday, but she also had to go to work, she knew today was going to be a bad day, she just felt it. She had fallen off of her pull out couch and hit her head off of the floor, so it felt like her nose had been smashed in. Luckily there was no bruise or physical sign that she had done so. Puck had walked in on her while she was coming out of the shower, which wasn't the best moment to share with a best friend, who would get horny at the mere sight. She had to cringe as Puck hurried off covering his pants with his hands to hide the bulge.
She had almost hit a person driving to work, and she accidently ran a red light which got her bumper smashed in. Afterwards she had to call Callie and tell her she was going to be late, and then she waited for 2 hours at the car shop, while they fixed it.
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She sighed heavily as she pushed the door open to Callie's office and stared at her boss, wondering what was so urgent that she had to be pulled out of the mail room five minutes before her shift ended. Callie sent her a huge smile and pointed at the arm chair in front of her desk.
"Please take a seat."
"I'd rather stand."
"That's your choice. Anyway I wanted to talk to you about something in particular."
Quinn raised an eyebrow, but remained silent.
"How would you feel about a promotion?"
Quinn didn't trust Callie, and the girl began to walk her way. "Promoted to doing what exactly?
"Instead of my assistant I was contemplating on making you my business partner if you could handle that?" the older woman winked. Callie had walked towards Quinn the whole time they had been talking and once again the blonde was finding herself in a horrible situation. Before she knew it the back of her legs smashed against the desk and she cursed under her breath, because it had been kind of painful.
Callie reached out and stroked the girl's neck. Quinn rolled her eyes, wondering how out of all people she wound up with a boss that was this much of a slut. "Fuck off." Quinn hissed, pushing on the girls shoulders. She managed to push Callie away, but she didn't stay far away for long. She lunged towards the blonde and smashed their lips together. Quinn tried to break the kiss but she was finding it difficult seen as Callie had used a lot of strength to hold them in the position.
The older woman finally released Quinn's lips, which looked red and swollen from the intense attack.
"Why is it so hard for you to get the fucking message that not everyone wants to sleep with you!"
Callie pressed her body harder into Quinn's and the blonde whimpered, but not in a pleasurable way. She was actually scared, and right now she was just praying that someone would walk through the door. Callie grabbed each one of Quinn's wrists and pushed them tight against the desk; holding them there so the girl couldn't push her off again.
"The question is why won't you sleep with me?" Callie asked before leaving hard and messy kisses down Quinn's neck. The blonde smirked and managed to raise her leg, she kicked Callie's shin and the brunette winced.
"Get off of me!" Quinn yelled, with venom.
Callie snickered and pushed her leg in between Quinn's legs, her thigh pressed into the girl's center and Quinn's eyes widened and she whimpered. It didn't feel good, in fact right now she was considering if spending her life for killing Callie in jail would be worth it.
"I bet you I could fuck you better than you girlfriend."
Quinn's eyes narrowed, and she clenched her jaw. She was thankful that Santana had been her best friend, because if it wasn't for her she wouldn't know how to fight. She swung her leg once again, and kicked her ten times harder, causing Callie to scream out in pain.
"Bitch!"
"I'm the bitch? Take a look in the mirror whore." Quinn spat.
Tommy waved hello to a few of his co-workers as he walked down the hall, when he heard Quinn's scream. He was shocked that no one else paid any attention to it. Normally when you hear a girl scream "get off of me" you would think something was up, or at least that's what he thought. He took a sharp turn towards Callie's office and his eyes widened as he looked at them through the door. Quinn's eyes connected with his and she smirked, before kicking Callie hard in the leg. He stood there and continued to watch their fight.
Callie's mood changed suddenly and Quinn was beginning to wonder if she was bipolar.
"If I hear you say one more thing about Rachel, I'll-"
The woman didn't allow Quinn to finish before interrupting her. "Rachel, is a talentless bitch and she's a sad excuse for a Broadway-"
Quinn growled more so then she thought and lunged toward Callie who had been tending to her injured leg. In one swift movement they had lost their balance and fell onto the floor, with Callie on the bottom. Quinn raised her hand and slapped Callie as hard as she could across the face. The girl let out a loud wince and raised her hands up, trying to push Quinn off of her. Callie was surprisingly strong and flipped them over; before Quinn could block the punch Callie swung, and clocked her cheek bone under her eye.
"I thought you could fight better than this Fabray."
"Don't test me!"
Both of them were swinging at each other attempting to slap one another, kick or shove. Suddenly Quinn felt her shit getting tugged on and someone pulling her up.
"ENOUGH!" the loud booming voice said.
"Would you ladies care to explain or should I fire you both!" this voice was different a little calmer. It had come from a guy in a neatly pressed suit, standing near the door way, a look of shame on his face. Quinn made the conclusion that he was the big boss.
The man, who broke up the fight, was able to pull Quinn off, and the blonde was now on her feet. She stood there, staring at the big guy who had pulled her off. His shirt was black and the word Security that was written on it made her stomach flop. Tommy cleared his throat and reached for the blonde's hand, she took his without a second thought and he pulled her close to him; being a protective yet caring friend.
"I'm sorry; I snuck out to get some help..."
"I'm glad you did or I would have..." Quinn raised her voice and glared towards Callie. "...beaten her ass!"
"Yeah because that worked so well didn't it bitch? Nice black eye!"
Quinn began to lunge forward but Tommy grabbed her tightly holding her back. The security guy held onto Callie and they settled for glaring each other down.
"Now, someone explain to me what happened!" The big boss said as he walked further into the room and closer to the girls.
"She started coming onto me Sir, I tried to stop her and she began to fight me." Callie said in her most innocent voice.
"Lying bitch!" Quinn yelled, struggling in Tommy's arms to try and get to her.
The boss sighed loudly and tapped his foot. "I have no time for this drama." He turned to Tommy, who had run to get security, which the boss knew that meant he had seen some of it.
"You..." he pointed at the boy and Tommy began to feel light headed. "You were here, what happened?"
Tommy cleared his throat and went to speak but nothing seemed to come out.
"I don't have all day, spit it out!"
"Y-yes Sir, C-Callie was coming onto Quinn and she rejected her and Callie became a little too aggressive, so Quinn defended herself..."
"I did no such thing Mr. Harris." Callie said, trying to deny it.
The man looked at all three of them and studied their faces.
"S-she came onto me too, my second day on the job."
Quinn tilted her head to look back at her friend. "What are you doing?" she whispered. She didn't want Tommy to jeopardize his job, by admitting that Callie had come onto him as well.
"Saving your ass and she deserves to be fired..."
Callie sent them looks that could be deadly, if looks could kill. "Callie my office immediately, security would you mind escorting her there."
"I assure you both we will get this sorted out."
Quinn pulled herself from Tommy's hold and walked up to the man. "Good, I hope you do that." The blonde began to walk toward the door and Mr. Harris furrowed his brows in confusion.
"Miss Fabray, where are you going?"
She didn't bother turning around to look at him, she just kept walking, and flung her arms in the air. "I quit!" she yelled, before walking out of the room all together.
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A/N#2: I just wanted to say a special thanks to Texas ;) girl when you help me out with my ideas they become awesome, I swear if we wrote a story together it'd be epic. (I should have posted this on the last chapter, especially because you helped me with the whole Brittany and Rachel phone fight, but its better posting it late than never).
