A/N: So this one took a while to write and it wasn't just because life got in the way (which it definitely did) it was also because these couple of chapters involved me thinking. Cause you can't have a "murder mystery" without a little thought put into it you know. Anyways, all mistakes are mine and I don't own glee cause the world is a sad place.

I kept my eyes glues to the wall as I shifted on my bed. I hated this bed and rightfully so. It was stiff and every time I moved it sounded like I was laying on a pile of paper. I hit my hand against the mattress under me and surprisingly it bounced a bit.

Any other person would have taken the obvious choice and slept in a more comfortable place after what had happened. I couldn't though. Not just because the school had called Judy and she insisted that I'd come home but also because I couldn't get myself to want to stay over Santana's right now. All thoughts about her went straight to her being Finn's first and it made me sick to my stomach.

I closed my eyes and brought the comforter under my chin. The fabric hugged a spot on my chin and it contrasted with the lingering feeling of Finn's hands around my neck. I couldn't believe that he tried to… I probably won't ever be over that.

I opened my eyes and stared back at my designated spot on the wall. I was determined not to fall asleep. If I fell asleep then the memories would welcome themselves back. What would I see next? What if the one before continued? What if I saw who- you know.

I honestly think I don't want to find out who killed me.

A timid knock on my door made me turn to face it. I groaned and swallowed down the soreness in my neck from the effort, "Yeah?"

Santana walked in tentatively and stood by the door, "Can I come in?"

"Sure," I turned back to the wall as she opened the door.

She wasted no time coming over to sit next to me on the bed, "How are you feeling?"

"Okay," I shrugged, "I'm a little tired."

"I bet," she placed a hand on my side before yanking it away quickly, "Have you even closed your eyes?"

I shook my head, but stopped and winced, "My neck's sore, too."

She let out a shaky breathe, "It's weird how you can heal from a stab wound in 30 seconds but your neck stays sensitive for a full day."

"I'm sure it would have been easier to get better if people wouldn't keep going for it," I joked.

I didn't hear her laugh but instead felt her shake behind me, "I'm sorry, Quinn."

I turned back to her to see her now holding her face and crying. I sat up and leaned against the wall to fully face her with the restrictions of my neck, "Why are you sorry?"

It took her a few moments to say anything and I thought that maybe she was going to read my mind and apologize for sleeping with Finn, "I'm just sorry for everything."

I took my eyes off her and tried to calm down the impending anger rising in my chest. I was so mad. A bit towards her but mostly at myself.

I sighed, there was no use in us both being upset, "Please stop crying."

"Okay," she hiccuped but that only made her worse.

"Seriously, Santana. Stop crying," I looked back at her and she immediately stopped. She nodded her head and wiped at her tears, "Let's just pretend it never happened."

"What?" Her voice was soft and it made me feel angrier, "Which part?"

"The thing that happened with Finn. Everything he said and everything he did yesterday. Let's just forget it. Okay?"

She scrunched up her eyebrows then looked down, "That's something that the old Quinn would say."

I blinked my eyes, "The old Quinn?"

"She would say that we should just forget it," Santana elaborated, a deflated look to her, "What good has forgetting anything been for you? We'll have to talk about it."

"We don't have to talk about anything."

"I know it's not what you usually do-"

I slammed my hand on the mattress, "Well fuck, Santana! Is that all you guys care about? What I do and used to do? Because guess what? Dead or not, I'm still fucking Quinn!"

She kept her eyes down, didn't even flinch, and bit the inside of her cheek, "But you're not the same. You have to know that."

"I don't know shit, Santana!" I leaned closer to her, "You should know that by now!"

She shook her head, "Quinn-"

"No." She wasn't going to do that. She wasn't going to be understanding. I knew what she was doing and I was not going to let her do it, "You know what! Get the fuck up! Get the fuck out!"

She stayed still and I pushed her, "Get out of my room, Santana! I'm sick of you and everyone! Just leave me alone!"

Once I pushed her again she finally looked up at me and I paused, waiting for her to spar with me, "Why are you mad, Q?"

I bit my lip and backed up against the wall. She did it, like she always does. She broke my resolve and this time it didn't take that much effort. I remembered the countless times that she would stop me in mid-argument because she figured out that my rage or indifference or coldness was just a mask to cover up whatever that was wrong with me. Sure, there were many times that she would continue the fights because she herself was hiding her true feelings about things. But times like this always surprised me. Even though I knew it was coming.

"What he said," I folded my arms and assumed that she knew what I was talking about, "I just can't."

"We can talk about it. We can talk about it now if you want," I shook my head and she placed her hand on my leg, "We can talk about it later. It's ok."

I scooted over to her and wrapped her in a tight hug. She hugged me back and I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck.

"I'm so mad at you," I mumbled against her making her shiver.

"Whatever it was I just hope that I made up for it by saving your life," she lightened the mood and I didn't know if it amazed me or annoyed me on how easy that was for her.

"Brittany's the one who punched him," I leaned back so that I could look her in the face, "You really didn't do much, did you?

"Ha ha, Fabray," she said sarcastically before pecking me on on the cheek, almost making me jump out of her arms, "I did more than that."

"Yeah," I smiled because I couldn't help it when she got like this, "I'm really mad at you still."

"Okay," she rubbed my arms before standing up, "I gotta go to school."

"Really?" I was disappointed but quickly remembered that I was still mad at her.

"Yeah. Apparently my girlfriend being choked out by her ex boyfriend isn't a good enough excuse for me to stay home," she shrugged.

"Girlfriend?"

"Girl who's a friend," Santana back tracked, "Anyways, I'm not leaving until you promise me that you'll try to get some sleep."

"I'll try," I slugged into my pillows.

"I don't want to see you until you've slept at least a little," she folded her arms, "And if I find out that you got out of this bed without at least a nap I'll kicked your ass."

My eyebrows rose and she smirked, "Not literally. But I really want you to rest."

"Fine fine," I laid completely down, "Get out of here before you're late."

"I'm already two periods late, I don't thing one more will hurt."

I laughed and she gave me one more smile before making her way out of the room. I turned back to the wall with a close sense of tranquility as I closed my eyes and actually felt myself fall asleep.

We were both flirting, flirting really hard in front of everybody. Not necessarily in front of everyone as we stood in the kitchen while a large party beamed around us, but we weren't trying to hold anything back. If anyone asked why I kept pulling her closer while we talked or why she was obviously staring at my lips, we would just blame it on the alcohol that we've barely touched.

I hated these parties, always would, and the fact that it was Puck's party made my stomach turn but Santana loved them and I was trying butter her up. I didn't have the greatest news and maybe if she's in a better mood it wouldn't be that hard on the both of us.

"You're in a good mood tonight," Santana smirked as she took a sip from my drink. She had her own secured in her other hand but when she was feeling "friendly" she would drink from mine. It was another one of our secret signals that we'd give to each other.

"Just happy to see you," I took the drink back from her. I didn't want her to be drunk when I told her.

She laughed, "Yeah right, Fabray."

"I'm telling the truth. I've had a tough couple of days," I reached for a strand of her dark flowing hair and stroked it between two fingers. The news was shaking on my tongue and moving into my limbs but the warmth from her body kept me calm, "And seeing you has made me feel a lot better."

She cooed and then laughed a bit, "I'm sorry that we haven't talked in awhile."

Awhile being almost three weeks. I couldn't remember what started the fight, probably something about Finn or Brittany, but we've barely talked since. Just politeness was passed between us when others were near, but when I saw her without anyone we'd almost have a stare down before turning and walking away.

I was the one who talked to her first. I caught her after practice as she was jumping into her car. She froze at the sight of me as I pushed her against the vehicle.

"Sorry," was all I said. It was all I could say.

Her face was first disgusted, until she realized that out of the four times I've ever said sorry to anyone other than my parents, she had heard it twice.

She clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, "Do you need a ride?"

I had drove this morning but I nodded as I tried to hold in my tears, "Thanks, San."

"Whatever," she walked around the car and opened the passenger door for me before walking to her side.

We hadn't separated since. Not even with Brittany around or with Finn around.

Tonight was different though. Not only was she in a fun mood but the guilt from how I spent a night of my time away from her was killing me. I didn't know I even liked Santana that way, but I knew for sure that it would crush her. And me being the person who would crush her would crush me. Also I wouldn't get to spend time with her if she hated me. I wouldn't get to talk to her. I wouldn't get to touch her. Everything would be crap.

I couldn't imagine such a thing.

"I'm sorry," I said with ambiguous intent. Now she's heard it three times.

Her smile kept in tact until she noticed how serious I was being, "Why was your week so hard?"

I struggled with my words for a moment and tried to decide how I was going to do this with her. Would I really be able to jeopardize what little I have with her?

It wasn't a very hard sentence, "I'm pregnant." But she would be pissed, no matter how I said it or how happy she was today. She's all I ever wanted but she would never know if I told her about this thing growing inside of me.

Wait. All I ever wanted? Santana isn't all I ever wanted. She's just one of my friends that I happen to sleep with. Sure, we do the coupley stuff sometimes but we were friends before so it just comes natural. I shouldn't care about her opinion this much. It shouldn't matter a bit to me.

But it does matter, everything about her matters. Oh god, that's weird.

I looked at her and blushed once I noticed that she never turned away. She's waiting for me to respond and she looks so good.

I place my fingers at the bridge of my nose and sigh. I'm now having a double crisis. Now I have to tell her I'm pregnant and that it love her. I jumped, started by my own thought.

Love? That has to be wrong. There's one thing to say "San, I'm pregnant" but "San, I'm in love with you." Love was not an option here. Those must be boxed up for another day.

"What?" Santana choked, her voice rousing me from my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I blinked.

"What do you mean?" She looked a bit startled.

That's when I realized that I must have been talking out loud.

"What did I say?" I asked carefully. I couldn't figure out which I would have liked to have said more.

Santana took a step back and I felt tears form in my eyes. No matter what I said, this was not the wanted reaction.

I watched as she looked around awkwardly before turning to me frigidly, "You said you're in love with me."

I almost felt relieved but the way she whispered it harshly, it felt my lungs would give out. I looked at the cup in my hands before looking at her quickly, "I'm a bit drunk."

Santana swallowed, "You're in love with me."

"Platonically. Like friends. How friends love each other," I struggled a bit before choosing a direction, "Why would I be in love with you anyways? You're that great or something?"

She eyed me suspiciously and I worried that she was going to continue to question me, "I would like to think I am."

"You're not," I said coldly. I couldn't tell if my backtracking was working or not but it didn't stop me from trying. I tried to take a drink from my cup but the smell was too strong, "We should leave or something."

Santana put down her drink and nodded with her eyes to the ground. She started to walk and I followed behind her as we left the house. We walked I'm silence for a few moments and I knew for sure that I ruined the moment.

We were halfway to her house before she turned on her heel to face me. I couldn't read her face, but her arms were folded and her eyes were looking at everything but me, "Why would you say it if you didn't mean it?"

I shifted on my feet, "I told you. I had a little too much to drink."

"So there's no way that you could be," she looked up at me and I turned away this time.

"Santana," I whined. Why couldn't she get that I didn't mean to say it.

She turned away and started to walk again. I was grateful but I knew she was going to bring it up again. She was too stubborn not to.

When we reached her house there were still no words between us, even as we walked up to her room. I closed her door, sighing, before turning to back to her to talk only to be pushed up against the door.

Her lips made instant contact with mine as she roughly pushed herself against me. Her kisses were rough also, almost too passionate and it made me want to push her away. She was putting too much emotion into this, her hands burning as she rubbed them against me. This wasn't like the other times.

Then we were on the bed, I couldn't remember when we had gotten there but her tongue was on mine and my hips kept bucking into hers. It felt so good as she ground herself into me as she held down my hands by my sides. It shouldn't though, she was trying to say something. She was trying to make a point.

I moaned as she journeyed to my neck, to kiss the points that she knew so well. She knew me so well, from the places on my neck that make me moan to what I'm thinking when I'm pissed. No one is suppose to know me so well, but she broke through me so easily.

I held the hands that kept mine in place. Santana liked the feeling of being connected when we did this, it made her feel confident with her actions.

I opened my eyes, tears falling from them as I realized what she was doing. She was making me realize…

"San," I groaned. She continued her path so I tried again, "Santana."

She lifted herself up, her eyes full of tears as well. She was already so emotional and we had barely done anything, "Quinn?"

Gosh I loved the way she said my name, but I shouldn't. I couldn't do this to her. I shouldn't give her the responsibility of loving me back, "I slept with Puck."

Her eyebrows went up for a moment but she didn't move a muscle, "When?"

"A couple days after we had stopped talking," I swallowed hard and watched her reaction.

Her body didn't move but her face showed many emotions flow through her. I wanted to start crying at every one, especially the last which looked a mixture of disappointment and indifference, "Why are you telling me this, we're not even together."

With the hope still in her eyes, I took a deep breath, "Because I don't love you."

She almost gasped but just looked down before going back to kiss my neck. The passion had wore off and now she was running on automatic and I felt beyond bad. I did that for her, so that she wouldn't have to suffer. I just wonder how long it could keep these secrets from her.

I woke up with a start, breathe frantic and teeth chattering. I couldn't tell I was crying out of my sleep or what but it felt like I couldn't breath, so I sat up to regain some air. I looked over to the clock on my nightstand to see that I was asleep for only ten minutes. I sighed and fell back into the bed. I needed to relax. I needed to sleep.

I couldn't sleep though. I'm not even sure why I let myself sleep in the first place. These memories were hurting more and more and I couldn't take it.

I sat up and winced at the pain in my neck. I placed my hand softly against it and stood up because I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon and laying here thinking will drive me crazy. I laughed bitterly as I grabbed a coat from out of my closet.

I couldn't drive myself crazy if I already was.

Walking to school was easier than I thought it would have been. I was pleasantly surprised that I knew where it was.

By the time I walked into the school I was yawning up a storm. That walk wore me out but I wasn't feeling up to another memory revisit.

I smiled, frowned from the reminder of the memory from this morning, then smiled again as I spotted Puck standing next to a crowd with his eyebrows to the sky. I walked over to him and looked at what he was looking toward, "What's going on?"

"Rachel and Tina are making a scene about solos in the middle of the hallway, which we both know who's gonna win. But it's super lame, I don't think anyone's taking their tops off anytime soon," he said before realizing who he was talking to, "Quinn? What are you doing here?"

I shrugged, "Going to school?"

He shook his head and pulled me away from the crowd, "Seriously, though. Santana said that you were staying home on a count of that whole thing with Finn. If she sees you here she's gonna crap a brick."

"It's fine, Puck," I reassured then coughed, "I couldn't relax and I needed something to distract me so here I am."

"Santana's gonna be pissed," he rubbed his head and actually looked concerned, "How are you feeling, though?"

"Quinn!" A shrill voice called and I ground out a bright smile as Rachel walked over to us. She did not return the smile as she looked just as concerned as Puck, "Quinn, what are you doing here?"

I looked back and forth between the two, incredulously, "Why is no one happy to see me?"

"Quinn, you should be resting," Rachel laid a hand on my shoulder, "The other day, with what had happened, was very traumatic and we wouldn't blame you for staying away from school for awhile. Plus Santana really wanted you to rest."

"Yeah," Puck agreed, "Santana's gonna flip her shit once she sees that you're here and not home."

I sighed and looked over Rachel's shoulder to see Dave talking to a couple of football players. I should probably talk to him, "Be right back."

Puck and Rachel voiced their disagreement but I walked away towards the boy, "Karofsky! I need to talk to you."

He looked over, rolled his eyes then walked over to me, "What the fuck do you want, Fabray? Heard you got choked out yesterday. Wish I could have seen it. Would have been a riot."

"I remember the night at your party," I stated because I wasn't in the mood for that.

His demeanor quickly changed and he stuffed his hands in his pockets before scooting closer to me, "What- what do you remember?"

"You lip locking with that hockey player-"

"Shhh," he looked around and begun to whisper, "What do you want, Quinn? I'll give you anything. Just don't tell anybody, okay?"

"I'm not going to tell anyone, Dave. I was that cruel before, but not anymore," I folded my arms, "I just want to ask you something."

He swallowed nervously, "What?"

"How did you," I started but changed my mind about asking what I needed to know. If he killed me. Only because I didn't want to know. He had motive of course but would Dave really kill me just to bring me back to life? Which reminded me, "How did you know how to bring people back to life?"

He smiled and shrugged, "Internet."

"Asshole," I gave a small laugh, "You brought me back to life with some fake shit you found on the internet?"

"It worked didn't it?" He joked and I let out an easier laugh, not so much because it was funny but because it did actually work. He looked around again before saying, "Hey could you not mention what you saw to anyone. I'm not sure if I'm ready to... You know."

I smiled. I sure did know, "Don't worry. I won't."

"Also don't mention that we talked to Santana," he looked around once more, "She doesn't want me talking to you. And I don't want her beating my ass. Not saying that she will. I can take a girl. I just don't want to be in that kind of situation."

"Okay, Dave. Don't worry," it's too bad that Santana scared people this much.

Actually it's hilarious cause if they only knew how sweet she really was, then things would be different.

I waved a goodbye to the boy before heading over to Puck and Rachel, whom both looked more confused than ever. I gave a yawn, feeling even more tired than before and bee-lined to a bench to sit down instead. The two walked over to me, Rachel sat down next to me while Puck squatted in front of me.

"Are you okay?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, just a little beat," I rubbed at my eyes. It's was hitting me harder and harder as the moments passed. I probably should start heading back home before I passed out or something.

"How about we help you back home," Puck suggested as if reading my mind. I nodded my head but made no sign of movement. Puck quickly changed the mood and gave me a smile that said he was about to say something inappropriate, "If you want, Quinn, we don't have to take you home right away. We can all go to my house and you two can take a ride on the Puckasaurus."

"Gross," Rachel gagged and I laughed.

"No thanks, Puck," I denied, "I don't think that Santana would appreciate that."

"We could invite her too if you want," Puck offered.

I giggled then let out a yawn, "No thanks, Puck."

He laughed a bit, "I'm sure it'll be a fun experience."

"Not for me. I wouldn't be able to stand you looking at San," I rubbed at my eyes again, "I'm in love with her, you know."

His eyebrows rose up then he gave a great smile, "I can never catch a break with you, Quinn. Someone always gets to you first!"

"Wow," Rachel commented, "It must be fun to be in love with someone."

I furrowed my brows then realized what I had said that out loud to them, "I didn't mean in love in love. I mean platonic love. Like how friends love each other."

"Secret's safe with me," Puck saluted then pointed his thumb to Rachel, "I don't know about her though."

"Hey! I can keep a secret!" Rachel gasped.

"Sure," Puck rolled his eyes and squeezed my knee, "We should get you home, Baby Mama."

"Ok, but-" Before I could say more, the boy strategically yanked my arm towards him and stood up successfully throwing me over his shoulder. I squealed as he shifted me to a more comfortable position on his shoulder.

"What the fuck, Noah?!" I cackled and patted my fists at his back, "Put me down!"

"I'm just taking you home," he laughed and changed his placement of his hands to where one was on my leg and the other on my ass.

I slammed my fists a little harder, "Hands, Noah! Hands!"

"Just make sure that you don't drop her," Rachel commented and I'm sure if I could see her right now she would be trying to hold in her laughter.

Puck turned to face the hallway, giving me full eye contact with Rachel whom was still sitting on the bench. As I suspected, she was about to laugh her tiny little ass off until her face went blank at something behind me.

"What are you guys doing?" A voice that I immediately recognized as Santana said behind me, "Wait. I know that ass."

Puck let me down and I turned to face a frowning Santana, "Hey, San. Surprise!"

She folded her arms. She looked pissed and first gave Puck a glare before turning her attention to me, "I told you to get some sleep."

"I did. Slept for a good ten minutes but I'm fine," I walked in a straight line with my arms out by my sides, "Fully awake."

"So you decided to come here and have Puckerman grab your ass?"

I tried a fake gymnastics jump, "Fully awake."

Santana rolled her eyes at, trying and failing to hide the smile on her face, "Okay, I get it but I really wish that you would have stayed in bed."

"You can't make me, San, I'm a free woman," I smiled at her with my hands folded behind my back. I noticed something in the corner of my eye and looked over slowly.

There was two people over by the other bench, one sitting up and one sitting down. They looked incredibly familiar. One of them actually kind of looked like me.

I waited patiently in my father's office with my hands folded behind my back. He continued to type away like I wasn't there as I stood next to his chair and waited. His office was always so cold, but today it felt like it was on fire.

I wiped my sweaty palms on the sides of my dress once I decided that I had waited long enough, "Daddy-"

"Hold on," he typed for a bit longer before turning to me, his full attention now on me, "What is it, Princess."

I winced at the pet name, realizing the kind of mood he was in, "I have something to tell you."

"You and that Finn boy going strong?" He asked, "I always liked him."

Finn reminded my father of himself and it always bothered me that he would want me to date a carbon copy of him, "We could be better."

"Oh no. Trouble in paradise?" He joked.

"You can say that."

"Well go on. Tell me what's on your mind."

I swallowed hard, the heaviness of the situation coming hard at me. There was only one other person I was this nervous to tell this to and she didn't take it very well.

"Don't tell me you got kicked off the cheerleading team," he guessed. When I didn't answer he shook his head, "Come on, Lucy. I thought I told you-"

"I'm pregnant." There I said it.

He opened his mouth but didn't say a thing as a blood vessel formed on his forehead. His hands began to shake as he folded them in his lap, "What do you mean you're pregnant?"

"I'm pregnant, Daddy," I repeated. I rubbed my stomach, which was already beginning to show. I couldn't believe that he hadn't noticed.

"I want you out of this house," he stood up to his feet, but used the desk to stay up, "No daughter of mine would ever do this to me."

I stood there, speechless. He was saying everything that I had expected him to. I was more surprised that I wasn't surprised at all.

"How dare you come in this house," he continued, "Getting that thing into your stomach."

"It's a girl," I said with my head high, "And Puck wants to keep her-"

"Puck? As in Noah Puckerman?!" He stood up fully and stepped towards me, "I want you out of this house!"

"Dad-"

"Don't call me that! You are no longer a daughter of mine! You're no better than a common whore!"

"I am my father's child!" I screamed over him. Then he silenced me with a slap.

It was harder than usual, and the shear force sent me into the wall. I held my face and sunk to the ground as my father stood above me, surprised by his own hand.

"Out. I want you out of the house," he said more to himself than anything before he left me alone in the room.

I sat there for a while trying to think on where I would go if I couldn't stay here. I kept my hand on my cheek and leaned my head against the wall once I remembered that Santana was more than mad at me. She wouldn't even answer my phone calls. So I swallowed my pride and called Mercedes.

"Quinn. Quinn!" Santana's voice snapped me back. The two people were now gone and Santana, Rachel, and Puck were staring at me.

I rubbed at my eyes, noticed that I was still standing, and furrowed my brows at them, "Did I fall asleep?"

"I'm taking you home," Santana said as lead me to the entrance.

"Judy-mom can't know that I left," I said as I tried to keep up with her.

"Fine, whatever, you're coming over to my house then," Santana said as she opened the entrance door for me.

I walked through it, still a little distracted, and bumped straight into someone. I fell into Santana and eyed the guy who I made fall into the door.

"Sorry about that," the guy paused, furrowed his brows at me and then looked at Santana. He looked familiar, but I couldn't place him and the way he looked at me made it seem like I wasn't suppose to be there. He looked back at me and pointed his thumb towards me, his face scrunched up, "Quinn Fabray?"

"Yeah?" I think he had said that to me before, but where? Where do I know him?

"Literally move out of the fucking way, Jesse," Santana said as she lead me past him.

I didn't look behind me but I knew that he was sill watching us as we got into Santana's car. I waited for Santana to start the vehicle before saying anything, "Who was that?"

Santana made a face as she backed up her car, "Doesn't matter."

As we drove off I couldn't get rid of the feeling that I should know who that was.

Okay, there we go for now. Hope you enjoyed!