A/N: Hey guys, it has been a while, I know. I just want to say, thank you to all of you guys who kept messaging me to continue this story and show your support. This year and the end of last year was a hard time for me as my grandmother died and my computer crashed and I thought I lost my best friend. I began to write this chapter and I wanted to make it as long as possible, then I realized it was taking me longer to update. I will never abandon this story or any other story. They will be finished. So here is chapter 21, I am sorry for any errors, I will fix them. Thank you all for reading, this story and supporting me throughout. Please review, follow and favorite.

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"Move those legs. Stop whining people. I want to see those legs moving people, less talk more leg," Sue bellowed behind her cheerleaders at the butt crack of dawn.

Quinn hated these early morning practices. Normally, she would not complain, because coffee would cure her usual morning urge to just go back in bed and sleep; giving her that oomph to make it through the day. But today, not even the largest pot of coffee could help her situation. Why did she leave that note with Sue to give Rachel? Why did her brain hate her so much to keep her up all night, devising situations that will most likely not occur? Why did the girl she so badly wanted to see was only a few feet away from her?

"I saw that Fabray." Sue said sounding not too happy about the fact that her head cheerleader almost tripping over her own two feet.

'Come on Quinn focus before Sue makes you run extra laps,' she mentally told herself. Extra laps was definitely not on her to do list for the morning, she just wanted this practice to be over so badly, but she could not complain or else Sue would have her head and revoke her privileges as captain. Coming to think of it, moving down the pyramid was much worse than doing extra laps.

"Q," she heard a familiar Latina voice calling.

Gosh she knew she could not avoid Santana forever. Eventually, she would have to hear what Santana wanted to tell her so badly since last night.

"San, not now," Quinn said somewhat annoyed with Santana's persistence to educate her about some nonsensical gossip.

"What's up with you Quinn?" A familiar Latina asked.

"Overdue assignments," Quinn said trying to ignore Santana rolling her eyes at her response and focus on her running. That was when she heard probably the best sound since her morning started, - Face meeting ground and Sue yelling about blood getting all over her grass. This was her opportunity, her gateway, to sneak upstairs and see Rachel. Shaking her head, Quinn realized she was beginning to sound like an obsessed stalker. Obsessed stalker bad; caring over protective friend good. But sometimes, even a caring over protective friend could be over bearing at times and Quinn wanted to be anything but overbearing. Overbearing would equate to Rachel never opening up to her. –

"Lopez, go and get my first aid kit before Mary Sue here bleeds out on my grass," Sue ordered. Santana did not even think twice before running off to find Sue's first aid kit.

Quinn literally had to stop herself from shouting 'No! I'll get it.' This was the opportunity Quinn was waiting for, not in the most ideal circumstances but an opportunity nonetheless. This was her chance to see Rachel and make sure she was okay. She knew that she did not need to worry about the tiny brunette's safety because she was in fairly good hands.

Wishing it was her, Quinn watched as Santana made her way to find Sue's first aid kit,- Did Santana even know where it was, because normally when somebody falls and is getting their blood all over Sue's grass it was usually Quinn who got the first aid kit.- However, that was in no way going to stop her. Quinn looked around and everyone was busy trying to help Mary Sue and well Sue was being sue too busy to notice Quinn sneaking off as she was going on and on about blood on her grass, chicken legs, protein, and extra laps. Quinn knew better, she knew Sue had a good heart and this was her weird way of showing that she cared for her cheerleaders by not comforting in their failures but in a way motivating them and encouraging them to do better, because she knew they could. One thing Quinn also noticed, the way Sue cared for Rachel was different from the way she cared for her cheerleaders, as a matter of fact, she never really saw Sue care for anyone the way she cared for Rachel.

Stealthily removing herself from the scene Quinn began making her way through the backdoor, hoping that she could be in and out without anyone noticing, but most importantly without Santana seeing her, - that would be too much to explain and honestly she did not want to deal with Santana right now unless she had to.-

Rachel felt like absolute trash. Her head hurt, her back hurt, everywhere was freaking sore. Who knew getting hit by a car would hurt so much in the morning? Maybe, it was because the pain killers wore off. Either way getting hit by a car was not something Rachel wanted to experience again. But then again she thought she deserved the pain, pain and being sore was not alien to her, she deserved the pain and she accepted that. Groaning and using more effort than usual she turned to lie down on her stomach, burying her head in her pillow in the process. Maybe she deserved the pain and to feel like absolute shit.

She had to get up. Even though staying in bed seemed like a very tempting option, she could not sleep in. She had to get to school. Wait what day was it? Did she even have school today? She had to face Sue. - Gosh, she felt horrible for all the trouble she was putting Sue through. Even though Sue told her before she was never going to ask her to leave, she always reminded herself that this was not permanent, eventually she would have to go. Besides she was not Sue's responsibility. She was her own responsibility. Almost like an old habit Rachel checked her phone even though no one important ever really messaged her; unsurprisingly, Hiram left her his usual string of texts of 'where are you bitch' 'you can't hid from me forever' 'you're a disgrace' blah blah blah. The usual Rachel thought. Why did she even bother to read those messages, she should just delete them, but she did not have the strength to.

Reluctantly, Rachel dragged herself out of bed. She sat on the edge of the bed for a while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and staring off into oblivion thinking about what happened last night . Shaking the thoughts from her head, that was when she saw the post it on top of a neatly folded Cheerios' jacket on the desk. Pushing herself off of the bed Rachel made her way to the desk to read the note. She would be lying if she said she was not surprised, she was more than surprised, she was happy, she was frightened; she was a lot of things. It was all of these emotions all at once, - How else was she supposed to feel, it was not everyday someone gave Rachel their number and said, 'Call me anytime, I mean it.' She was frightened because she and Quinn were getting closer and Rachel did not really do well with people getting close to her and letting them in. It frightened her that she would push Quinn away, after becoming so attached to her. At the same time she was happy, because she liked Quinn, she liked her a lot and trusted her just as much.-

She added Quinn as a contact on her phone and sent her a text.

Thanks Quinn… for everything, really.

After that text thing went from zero to one hundred real quick. Opening the door, Rachel did not expect to hear a loud thud and cursing in Spanish. 'Fuck,' Rachel thought. Cursing in Spanish only meant one thing, Santana fucking Lopez.

"Whoever is behind that door, I'm going to kick your ass," Santana threatened, rubbing her face, which was probably going to bruise.

Rachel did the only thing she could have done. She closed the door and went back in the room, hoping that Santana would leave. Rachel knew Santana was not going to leave; she just whacked her in the face with a door, but by accident. How was she to know that she was behind the door and her face so close to it. She had to open it and face her, or maybe she could just apologize through the door and hope that this was some alternative universe where Santana would accept the apology and leave.

"Uh um sorry," Rachel rushed out, hoping it would be enough for Santana to leave.

"Sorry? That's all you're going say? Say sorry to the bruise forming on my face," Santana said angrily, not paying any attention to the voice behind the door.

"Well, who told you to stand so close to the door in the first place," Rachel bit back not helping her in her plan to get rid of Santana, - God, she really pissed her off now and hiding behind the door, really was not helping her case either. She should have just stayed in bed and this whole incident could have been avoided.-

Pressing her forehead against the door Rachel wished she had just stayed in bed. All of this could have been avoided. It was way too early in the morning to deal with this kind of bullshit especially from someone like Santana Lopez who had no right digging around in people's business. But maybe, just maybe it was all worth it for the priceless expression on Santana's face when she Rachel walked out of the room, - Of all the people that could have walked out from behind that door, Santana never thought it would be Rachel Berry. She had so many questions and so little answers.-

"Berry what happened to your forehead? Did your dad do this to you?" Santana asked bluntly as she noticed the large cut on her forehead.

"Dude can you just chill with that," Rachel said getting annoyed with Santana and her ridiculous assumptions. Or maybe, she was just terrified that with each passing day Santana was getting closer and closer to the truth. She was most definitely wrong about her forehead, but other than that she right about everything else. She was too close.

"I'm just trying to help you," Santana said trying to reason with the tiny brunette.

"Well just freaking stop okay, jeez," Rachel said closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. "This happened after I got out of your stupid car; Okay. I wasn't watching where I was going. And he isn't my freaking dad."

Fuck, Rachel thought rubbing her face in frustration. - Why did she just say that? She just gave Santana more initiative to dig around in her business. God, Rachel felt like such an idiot, but the most important question to Rachel was, why was Santana even here? Was she not supposed to be running suicides or whatever it was they do? - Before Santana could say anything to Rachel's response, she was interrupted by Quinn.

"Hey Santana, coach is looking for you; the first aid kit," Quinn lied as she motioned to the first aid kit on the ground.

Santana wanted to say something, but Quinn was giving her a glare that she knew meant get lost. However, Quinn was not going to be around forever, her conversation with Rachel was not over yet.

Rachel waited until she heard the door shut to ask, "How much of that did you hear?" her head bent refusing to watch Quinn in her face.

"Enough," Quinn said simply. "Hey, it's okay, I'll get Santana to back off," Quinn said lightly.

"No… It's okay, I can handle her," Rachel said rubbing her eyes, not really in the mood to carry on a conversation at this point in time because she really hungry and wanted some cereal.

"I'm gonna get something to eat," Rachel said making her way to the kitchen.

Quinn followed her without saying a word, watching the smaller girl make her way around the kitchen with ease. She watched in amusement as Rachel's eyes lit up as she pulled out a box of Captain Crunch from the cupboard.- Rachel was most definitely certain this was not here the last time, because she distinctively remembered there were only unfrosted flakes in the cupboard. Even though she did not mind it, she was grateful for the little things Sue did like buying her kid Captain Crunch and making sure she was okay.- Quinn could have sworn she heard an excited 'yasss' from Rachel, which most certainly got a chuckle out from Quinn.

Quinn watched intently as Rachel leaned against the counter eating her cereal, refusing to watch Quinn. Quinn knew she should just leave it alone, but how could she. The girl showed up bloody and disoriented on her doorsteps.

"Were you going to tell me? Why didn't you tell me?" Quinn asked as she could not keep it in any longer.

"Oh my God," Rachel said, her mouth wide open, spoon stopped in midair full of cereal, "I forgot to brush my teeth."

Rachel's facial expression was so priceless. She looked so genuinely concerned about the fact that she did not brush her teeth. She put the spoon back in the bowl and concentrated really heard on the cereal. Honestly, Rachel almost choked on her cereal; she would be lying to herself if she said she did not expect Quinn to ask about it. She just was not expecting it right now, all of a sudden; especially when she was kind of stuffing her face with cereal, with another spoonful ready to be entered into her mouth. Rachel looked at Quinn like if she was a deer caught in the headlights. She emptied the spoon into the bowl refusing to make eye contact with Quinn and began moving the cereal around in the milk.

" No… I.." Rachel started, but just could not find the words to form a sentence. She took in a deep breath and placed the bowl behind her. "I just wanted to forget about it and it was nothing, really."

Quinn did not know if she was supposed to be angry at the fact that Rachel was not going to tell her, or that she was just brushing it off like it was nothing, like that sort of stuff happened every day. Or maybe, she was angry at Santana for being the catalyst for these events.

"It's not just nothing Rachel, you could have been seriously hurt," Quinn said her tone mixed with concern and anger. "Coach is going to ask you what happened, what are you going to tell her? You have to tell her the truth Rachel."

"No. I'm going to tell her that I wasn't watching where I was going and I was just careless. I don't want Sue to demote or punish Santana for something like this and I know If Sue ever finds out she is going to kick Santana off the Cheerios. I just want to forget it."

"Why do you care so much about what happens to Santana? She has never been the best person to you," Quinn questioned.

"Because I think we all just make mistakes sometimes and quite frankly Quinn, you and Santana aren't that different," Rachel blurted, immediately regretting what she said when she saw how Quinn's facial expression changed.

"Fair enough," Quinn said defeated, because she knew Rachel had a point.

After some silence, Rachel finally spoke.

"I'm going to shower and convince Sue to let me go get some stuff from Hiram's,"

Quinn just gave her a 'you have to be kidding me,' stare.

"I need to get some stuff from my room and besides I have to go back at some point."

Quinn sighed she knew there was no way she could talk Rachel out of this so she might as well join her on her little trip.

"You're not going alone. I can assure you that… I'm coming with you," Quinn said, not likely to be convinced otherwise.

"Out of curiosity Quinn, aren't you supposed to be at practice or something along those lines?" Rachel asked, not trying to sound completely rude.

"Yeah, but this girl fell and kind of got her blood everywhere. It's a long story."

Rachel nodded, as she assumed practice got cancelled from what Quinn said.

"Great, so I'll talk to Sue about us going to Hiram to get my stuff," Rachel said.

Rachel did not argue. She knew if Quinn went with her Sue would not worry as much. She would surely reach home in one piece. Surely, this was going to be one hell of a day. So much for eating her cereal.

A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter xD I already started to write the other chapter. I will try and update every weekend if possible. Please follow favorite and review xD Until next time stay awesome nerds :D