So, it's been a little while, sorry for the wait, I've been trying to write my other stories also...
"He kissed you!" Santana said within a whisper. She couldn't believe it.
"Yeah, and not just any kiss...it was full on passionate, romantic and sweet." Quinn explained.
"No!" Santana gasped.
Quinn nodded, "Yeah...the I-love-you kiss." She sighed, "he told me he loved me."
They were talking over the phone, Quinn was currently curled up on her bed, she still hadn't stopped crying.
"That's it, I'm coming over." Santana told her.
"No, you shouldn't." Quinn said, "it's almost three A.M." She shrugged, "you should stay home, you're in the bad parts of town."
"Please, Quinn," Santana scoffed, "I've been living here all my life...I ain't afraid of no Lima Heights Adjacent trouble...I'm the biggest badass there is in this town."
Quinn couldn't help the laugh as she said, "don't let Puck hear that."
She could hear the other girl moving across the line, "it doesn't matter what I tell you, you're not taking no for an answer?"
"You are correct." Santana said before saying, "I'm hanging up now, I don't want to talk on the phone and drive at the same time."
"Being responsible are we?" Quinn tried to smile, but other than that one little laugh, she was permanently miserable.
It was as if Quinn could see the sarcastic smile on the Latina's face as she told the blonde, "I'm not all bad you know." She let out a soft chuckle, "you know how bad I would feel if I accidentally killed someone because of a stupid phone."
"I'm guessing bad." Quinn answered.
"Completely."
Jesse and Rachel had fallen asleep on Jesse's couch. Well, actually Rachel had fallen asleep while Jesse tried but was unable too.
Now he was sitting upright on the couch watching the clock, though he did glance at Rachel every once in a while, hoping she'd wake up and realize she should leave. He of course wasn't lucky enough for that to actually happen, so instead he just hoped that sleep might take him soon.
It didn't.
He was still awake at four thirty. Counting the minutes until he could tell Rachel she had to leave.
After a few minutes he got up to take a shower.
When Rachel awoke she was a bit confused as to where she was.
Looking around more than once, she realized she had fallen asleep in her ex boyfriends apartment.
"Oh." She whispered to herself as she stood up, "well, that's different." She looked around once more, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy who owned the apartment.
She didn't see him.
She did however see some paper and a pen, she decided to write Jesse a note.
Finn was awake at four thirty, actually he had really been awake all night.
Quinn didn't want him.
He kissed her.
She slapped him.
He was utterly confused, she admitted that she loved him and then she stated that she wasn't going back to him.
As he flipped through the pictures of the scrapbook Quinn made for him freshman year he actually felt tears prickle his eyes.
He would never admit it to anyone in the world.
But Quinn had hurt him bad enough to make him cry.
He loved her with everything inside of him, and she had simply rejected him.
He felt miserable.
And every picture he flipped to held a moment within the first year of their relationship.
The first dinner they had together at Breadstix (Quinn actually stood up and placed the plates in a nice order to make the picture fantastic).
Finn's first football game as a high-schooler.
Quinn's first cheerleading practice (Finn was actually the one who took that picture, it turned out good too, so he was reasonably proud of the outcome).
There were many other pictures as well, but the very last one; the one of him, Puck, Santana and Quinn sitting around the porch of an old abandoned house was the one he remembered the most. Quinn took a camera with her that day and took the picture after setting the camera on a ten second timer so she could run back over and get in the picture herself. He remembered they had taken at least three pictures before she finally got her perfect one.
But the thing he loved the most about this picture was that it practically caught the moment in time when Quinn and he first exchanged the forbidden fraise.
The four of them hung out constantly.
It had started after Santana and Quinn met, they instantly became best friends on like the very first day of high school. Finn and Puck had known each other since first grade and had been pretty good friends since.
After Puck begged (yes, his badass-ness begged) Santana to be his girlfriend, Santana began to hang around the two guys more often. With Quinn being Santana's best friend, she just tagged along most of the time.
However, soon Finn and Quinn started dating as well, so then they weren't just a foursome.
They were usually each other's double date's.
They just got along really well and hung out all the time.
And that day while they were sitting on the porch was probably the best memory Finn ever had.
"I just saw my dad do a lung transplant on a smoker," Santana told them as she and Puck sat on the steps. She was leaning into her boyfriend as she looked at each of them randomly. "It was absolutely disgusting. I almost threw up." She shook her head, "I'll tell you now, I am never getting into the habit of smoking." She shook her head, "those lungs were bad."
"I could never be a doctor." Quinn pointed out.
Santana looked at her, "really?"
"Yeah," Quinn nodded, "really."
Finn shrugged, "why not babe you're smart enough?"
He and Quinn were sitting on the railing of the porch, he raised his eyebrows toward her as he asked the question.
Quinn gave a small laugh, "it's not about not being smart enough, because uh, yeah, I know I am." She shook her head, "It's about the things you see, like emergencies in the emergency room, or when people just barge into the hospital looking for help...all the blood..." She literally shivered at that moment, "I mean I can barely handle some of the things they show on Grey's Anatomy. Working as a surgeon would totally freak me out, what with all the orders and stuff."
"You do know that Grey's Anatomy is a show right? I highly doubt it's that hectic for real." Puck said.
Quinn shrugged, "okay, maybe that's a little over dramatic as they say, but I still couldn't do it...I can't handle the sight of blood."
Santana burst out laughing, "oh I know!" She shook her head as the giggling continued, "remember when Coral fell off the pyramid and her shin broke?" She looked at the blonde, "man that bone was sticking out to here," she held her hand over her own shin to demonstrate. "The look on your face when you saw the blood making it's way down that poor girls leg...damn Fabray, I've seen owls with smaller eyes than you."
And Quinn scowled at her, "stop it, it was gross."
By that time Puck and Finn had joined in on the laughing.
Quinn slid off of the railing, "oh come on!" She shook her head, "don't laugh at me!" She looked at Puck who mimicked breaking his leg and fainting at the sight of blood.
Quinn scoffed at him, "oh yeah, so funny...it'll be a shame when your leg mysteriously gets broken and you're out for the rest of the season."
Puck narrowed his eyes at her before Finn grabbed his girlfriend's hand, "no don't do that...there's no need to torture the team." He shrugged, "do something that won't make our chances of winning lower."
Quinn looked at him, "oh honey, nothing I do could lower the chances of you guys winning...you've kind of already gotten yourselves as low as you can go."
Santana laughed, "haha, you know it's true!"
Finn looked a little hurt as he looked off in the distance, "well, then, let's see who's walking home."
Quinn's mouth dropped open as she gently turned his face so that he was facing her, "aw, I'm sorry," She smiled, "you know I love you."
And Finn immediately smiled, "what'd you say?" He asked kind of shyly.
Quinn shrugged, "I said I love you...it's no big deal." She tried to play it off smoothly.
Finn slid himself off the railing as well before he bent down and kissed the hazel eyed blonde, "it is a big deal." He whispered before smiling, "and I love you too."
They of course kissed again.
As Puck wolf-whistled before saying, "get a room."
And Quinn looked at him, "no way." She said sternly (being the good Christian girl that she was).
Santana smirked, "oh, the blood."
Quinn then spun out of Finn's arms and faced the other two fully, pointing her finger at Puck "and I did not faint!"
As he stared at the picture another time Finn knew he was crying.
That was the best moment in all his high school years. And it would never happen again.
Santana and Puck had long ago split, and Finn had wondered tremendously if she was gay or not.
Puck had become a sex addict pretty much as he bounced from cougar to girls his-age and back again.
And Quinn was with Jesse.
Finn was a bit depressed.
I'm sorry I fell asleep, I clearly overstayed my welcome. I can assure you it'll never happen again. I do know though that it is rude to leave without a goodbye, but seeing as you're in the shower I figured it's best said within the note.
So goodbye, and have a nice day at work.
-Rachel Berry
Jesse put the note down after reading through it twice, then he turned to get his phone that was ringing.
It was a text from Quinn.
I won't be going into work today, I'm not sick, so don't worry. Hope you have a nice day.
-Q
Jesse stared at the message confused before he quickly dialed his girlfriends number and put the phone against his ear.
It rang twice before Quinn said, "hello?"
"Hey, I got your text," Jesse told her.
"Good," Quinn answered, "so why are you calling?"
The boy shrugged, "well, I was just wondering why you're not coming into work if you're not sick?" He wanted to ask her what was wrong because he heard the sniffling across the line before she had spoke.
Quinn cleared her throat, "I just, something came up that I have to do," there was a little sniffle again before she said, "and I'm just, just busy is all."
Jesse nodded, "okay, are you sure you're alright? Have you been crying?"
Quinn sighed, "look, I'm fine really, I'm just..."
"St. James, she said she's busy, so hang the damn phone up and get to work," Santana's voice interrupted, "she's hanging with me today."
Jesse was confused, "but..."
"Look, Quinn may be your new girlfriend and all but FYI, she's not all yours...you gots to share with Auntie Santana."
Jesse nodded, "o-okay, then just tell her I'll swing by later for rehearsal."
"Will do." Santana said before hanging up the phone.
Jesse sighed as he shoved his cell into his pocket.
Something was wrong, he could feel it.
"Is that really a good idea?" Santana asked her friend. They had been talking for two hours now.
Quinn nodded, "I really think it's the best thing to do now you know." She shrugged, "I have to be honest with myself."
Santana scooted closer to Quinn on the bed and wrapped an arm around the girl, "you know I always have your back Q...but you told me that you admitted to Finn that you still love him. Is admitting it to Jesse really gonna help you?"
Quinn reached up and wiped her eyes, because yes she was still crying, "I don't know...probably not...he'll probably break up with me or something." She shrugged, "but I just feel like this will help me a little you know...might make it better for me in the long run."
Santana didn't know what to say.
The blonde looked at the Latina, "I just know that I do love Finn, I know that, and I know that I want to try and move on...and I may be developing a love type of feeling for Jesse." She shrugged, "but I feel as though honesty should come first."
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