**Hey guys, so I really suck. I haven't updated in what seems like forever and I am so sorry about that. Please, if you need to, reread the story, get back on track with it, because now that school is done and finals have passed I promise there will be AT LEAST one update a week. Okay, so keep reading and reviewing….secrets will be revealed, love will be found, drama will happen. Enjoy :D**

To the glee club the whole tale was told

The story of a situation that needs to be controlled

But on this idea, were they really sold

Quinn- the brave girl, oh so bold

Trying to break Rachel from her dangerous mold

They all thought she didn't care, that Quinn was cold

For years, this is the image she tried to uphold

Perhaps that will change as this story begins to unfold.

As Quinn walked away from the choir room filled with sad teens she listened to the melodic pattering of her feet, the pattern of her feet hitting the ground. And as the steps echoed around the hall she thought. She had so much to think about and her mind was going into overdrive. After that whole meeting she didn't know how to feel…what to feel. For so long she had kept what she had known a secret. And every day that secret clawed at her heart. The moment she closed her eyes the vision of the evil mark on Rachel's face was all she could see. Every time she thought of how horrible her secret made her feel she could only imagine how Rachel felt keeping something so big, something so traumatizing to herself. And as she thought of the girls pain the only thing she wanted to do was take her in her arms and tell her that everything was going to be okay…make her feel safe, possibly for the first time in a long time.

But safety was long forgotten as she felt a strong hand form an iron grip around her wrist. This hand was not like Jacob's, it screamed power, and it held want. As she was spun around, Quinn was met with the face of Finn Hudson. His eyes seemed to be burning and his mouth was a tight frown. For a moment he simply stared and then a question was harshly forced out of his mouth. "What's really going on here Quinn?"

To say she was afraid would be an understatement. When Finn Hudson got truly mad he was a machine which no one could stop. She lightly drew in a breath and closed her eyes for a mere second figuring out the right plan of attack. "I have no idea what you are-"

Suddenly he was right on top of her. His body barely an inch away, the anger could practically be felt radiating off of him. His voice was booming as his hand clenched and squeezed around her delicate wrist once more. "No, don't play dumb with me. What you said back in the choir room- What in the name of god is going on?"

Quinn took slow, gentle steps back and soon she was facing a very pissed off Finn. She took her free hand and gently pried his fingers one by one off of her wrist. And as a shaky sigh of relief was let out she took the moment to observe the one who was once her lover. He was mad, anyone could tell. His eyes were fiery and his jaw was set. Some sort of battle was about to go down. But could she ever be the victor. "Look Finn I know that you must be worried and all, but just leave it for now-I have it under control."

The boy slowly let out a manic grin; each of his teeth leisurely showing themselves. And then a laugh that could only be classified as half crazed filled the hallway as the boy slowly raised a finger to point straight at the flustered girl in front of him. "You, Quinn Fabray?"

A slight "yes" was the only thing Quinn was able to get out as she watched Finn take step after step in her direction with only god knows what running through his mind.

He stopped a few steps in front of her. The unnerving pounding of his shoes on the hallway floor silenced at once. His head slowly rising until his stormy eyes were slowly, mercilessly tearing her hazel ones apart. "The Quinn Fabray that tortured my girlfriend for years" One step closer. "The Quinn Fabray that wasn't pleased until she had taken everything good from her". One more step; and another one until his harsh breath was hitting her face and an accusing finger was digging into her chest. "That Quinn Fabray has everything to do with Rachel Berry under control."

With that not only was a silent line crossed, but a temper was broken. Finn Hudson had brought back the past, the one thing that she wanted to escape, the one thing that she needed to escape. With a scowl firmly in place and a slight grunt, a symbolic push was given to the boy. She watched as he staggered back in shock and slowly composed himself. Her next words were let out slowly, lowly, deliberately. "Do not fucking judge me Finn Hudson."

The boys features rearranged into what seemed like an amused sort of confusion. His voice took on a new tone as he let out his thoughts from the deepest pits of his mind. "Really? Why shouldn't I judge you? What do you think you were doing while calling Rachel man- hands, or a freak, or Rupaul? Maybe I am not the brightest guy but that seems like judging to me?" He ended with a simple look. A look that told her there was no way to take back the past, a look that said there was no way that she could ever care.

Each word hit like a strike of lightening. She could only listen to the brief horror story that was her past. Unfortunately she was the villain. She had always been the villain when it came to Rachel Berry, but now was the time to change that. She could be her hero-she had to be. Her hazel eyes softened and her fragile hands shook as she tried to right so many wrongs. "Yes, I know and I don't think anyone understands how sorry I am for that."

His eyes took a moment to search her angelic face, wondering what to think…if she was sincere. But the only thing they found was all the memories of the past year, all the times she had wronged so many. "No we don't Quinn. I don't. Besides there comes a point when sorry just isn't enough. You're just a heartless bitch aren't you?"

Shock overtook her at the harsh words that had just been spoken. Outrage and realization came as a wave all at once. Sometimes sorry isn't enough, but was this one of those times? It couldn't be. "You don't know the first thing about me or the way I feel about Rachel Berry so don't you dare talk or call me a bitch."

He took a swift look around the deserted hall way and slowly started to raise a finger as each offense was listed. "Really? Well I thought the slushies, name calling, attempted boyfriend stealing sort of said it all." He ended accompanied by a slight shrug.

The past. Her face fell as each evil deed from the past was brought to her present. Her heart began to beat faster as she was confronted with the things she never wanted to hear about. But then again no one really understood her past, her motives. "Maybe they did, but no one seemed to listen to what they really said."

With a shake of his head the boy let out one simple question. "Why?"

Hazel eyes narrowed in suspicion, fear, and nervousness. Why was never an easy question to answer. "Why what?"

He took a slight step forward and his face portrayed his honest curiosity. His voice came out as a rushed, jagged whisper. "Why do you suddenly care about what is happening to her? Are you upset that you aren't the one causing her all this pain?"

As the final words, the final question was heard by the young girl something snapped. The barrier that kept all her feelings, all her lies broke loose. Nobody really knew. Nobody really understood but maybe it was time to explain. Her heart began to beat in anticipation of the truth finally coming out. Her hands were shaking as she set a mask of concentration and frustration on her flawless face. "You just don't get it do you Finn? I've always cared about her. I've cared from the moment I heard her heartbreakingly good voice in the sixth grade talent show. I cared from the moment I sat in the audience staring at her in awe and then looking around us and saw our classmates. I cared from the moment I realized they would all stay here in Lima and become plumbers and electricians, dead beat losers. I cared from that moment in sixth grade when I made it my mission to get her out of this town." As the foreign words tumbled out of her mouth she looked alert, scared and a single tear, traveled the lone path down her cheek. "I cared so much it hurt."

"What kind of lies are you trying to feed me now Quinn?"

Quinn slowly shook her head, letting her hazel eyes roam over the boy who had heard her inner most secrets. "No lies. For once this is the truth. I have cared all along….you just, well you just can't see it."

His voice was an ironic sort of pleading and his large hands were out in front of him in a taunting, begging gesture of sorts. "Then please make me see what I and the rest of the student body have been missing."

All the blond could do was roll her eyes at the stupidity before her, before letting out a brutally honest statement "You're infuriating and you're an idiot. I hope you know that. But I will spell it all out for you."

He threw his hands in the air and put on a big smile-mocking her words. His voice was oh so cheerful too. "Great. Let's start off with the slushies then, who could forget those."

She took a moment to compose herself. However her face was still a mask portraying every emotion that swept through her. Her voice was even as she attempted to explain what seemed like the unexplainable. "Well they are an ultimate symbol of disrespect. That is one thing I know Rachel Berry would never stand for. She absolutely hates the fact that people don't respect her. So she keeps working harder and harder, she keeps trying to get out of here and make it to wherever her dreams lie."

Brows furrowed in what would be confusion and suspicion he continued on with the line of questioning. Taking a single step toward her. "The boyfriend stealing as Rachel would say?"

Quinn let out a sigh as the question and answer became more complicated. This was important; this is the issue she thought about all the time for so many reasons. "Oh yes one of the more important parts of my plan." With a firm frown lying on her face a finger came to point straight at the boy. Her voice filled with passion and an odd undertone of what some would consider jealousy "You. You are the boy she has been running after for what seems like ever. She just absolutely loves the idea of you and when you are around she just doesn't seem to think. She loses all motivation to do things besides get you to kiss her. You are the boy who can keep her in Lima, keep her from her dreams, but you aren't the boy that can keep her happy. So if I take you, well she could finally be back and focused on the track out of here, like it is meant to be."

He took a slight step back, eyes wide with the information given. His voice was nothing more than a mere, desperate, whisper. "Do you realize how absolutely twisted this is? Why couldn't you just be nice if you 'cared' so much?"

Her delicate hands came up to cover her face. For a few, short seconds she stood there like a vulnerable little girl trying to hide from reality behind her little fingers. Slowly, carefully, the hands were removed to reveal her fragile face. Her voice was loud-strict-passionate to say the least. "Because I didn't want her to care Finn. If you are in a place where everyone seems to hate you and you dislike them back would you want to stay? No. Of course not. She doesn't belong here. She was meant for immediate success in New York, on Broadway but someone made a mistake and dropped her here in Lima. I could not be happier that whoever it was made that mistake, that I got to meet Rachel Berry, but I know that I have to fix it. She has changed Finn, and I have to figure out what is going on."

All he did was shake his head. And that wasn't simply a shake of the head, it was a sign. A sign that meant he didn't understand, he didn't believe, and most of all he didn't care…not at all. "I don't care how sorry you are or how you have secretly been trying to help her all along at the moment. Just tell me everything that you know."

She gave a slight shrug. "No."

He stood up to his full height, letting his voice take control of the surrounding area. "I'm her boyfriend. I have a right to know."

"Please Finn. Maybe I was 'mean' but I never claimed to actually love her like you did. It wasn't my job to love her."

"What the hell are you talking about now?"

With those words she was back to the Quinn everyone else seemed to know. The one who could break you, make your life absolute hell. The head bitch in charge. "You say you have the right to know because you are her boyfriend. But don't act all innocent. You don't deserve that knowledge. I see the way you treat her. You try to hide her every chance you get because you are afraid that others might think that you are a 'loser'. It doesn't seem to matter that she thinks you are one of the best people on this earth; you care more about what your stupid jock friends say. You use her all the time for your own benefit. In little ways you break her every day, by- I don't know- not hugging her in the hallway when your football buddies are around. And I have also heard some interesting stories about what you like to do on the weekends from some of the cheerleaders. So over all you suck as a boyfriend. "

His voice was loud, booming, filled with disbelief. He pointed an accusing finger straight at the young women who seemed to ruin everything for him- know everything about him "You know what, you suck as a person."

Quinn let a light frown overtake her features but it was quickly replaced by a shy, feather light, enchanting smile. "You're right, but she makes me want to be better." With that she left the boy to ponder her words, his relationship, and what his reality had become.

**Yes, so there you go. Once again I am so sorry for that long wait and I promise it won't happen again. So please review and tell me if there are still people reading, if you like it, if you hate it, if you want me to update. Yeah tell me what you think and get ready for some DRAMA! :D**