Author's Note: I'm truly sorry about the delay of this update. Gaaaad. Writer's block. I'm sorry for being such a mood writer. But anyway, THANK YOU! Thank you all for the amazing reviews for the previous chapter. Gaaad. I really didn't expect it.
So, here's another loooooong chapter.
Rachel didn't care about anything anymore.
The moment she saw Quinn standing a few meters away with that small smile in her face was the moment Rachel got completely convinced that she needed Quinn in her life.
Her heart began skipping a beat. It was beating faster like the way it used to beat whenever she saw Quinn in senior year. In fact, it was beating faster - way faster.
Her senses weren't functioning anymore. Her entire being could only hear her heart screaming out loud. It was screaming feelings she kept hidden for so long.
It was screaming for Quinn's name.
She ran towards Quinn.
She ran towards her without a single hesitation in mind. And for the first time in Rachel Berry's life, she didn't think about her career. Damn! She didn't think about anything but the blonde she nearly lost forever.
Once close enough, she pulled Quinn into a hug.
She hugged Quinn because it was what her whole body told her. It was what her heart told her and even her mind agreed. She needed to feel Quinn. She needed to feel that she was still there - that she didn't lose her.
Rachel started to sob as she buried her face on Quinn's shoulder.
"I thought I lost you," were the only words that Rachel managed to utter.
Quinn shook her head, "No. You didn't Rach."
The blonde then wrapped her arms around Rachel and hugged the sobbing brunette back.
Rachel felt Quinn's arms around her and suddenly, the world seemed different. Suddenly, Rachel felt as if she didn't need anything else but this.
Everything could disappear and yet, Rachel wouldn't even notice. Hell, Rachel wouldn't even care.
Quinn was there. It's all that mattered.
A full minute passed when Quinn spoke, "Rach, you can let go of me now."
Rachel didn't see Quinn's face when she said that but Rachel knew she was teasing.
Still hugging Quinn, Rachel said "Only if you promise me one thing."
"Depends," Quinn said silently.
"Don't ever scare me like that again."
Silence.
When no reply came from the blonde, Rachel knew she had to say it.
"I don't wanna lose you, Quinn," said Rachel with all the courage she had in her. She didn't stop to think of what Quinn might think of it.
She didn't stop to think about future consequences of what she said. She didn't stop to think of how it could change things.
She just had to say it.
So long she had let herself think before she acted on her feelings and it didn't make her happy.
Just this once she had to say it - the truth.
She didn't wanna lose Quinn. Not again.
"I'll try," the blonde silently said. Quinn finally initiated the breaking of the hug. Rachel complied with it and as she pulled away, she looked at Quinn.
Only then did she notice Quinn's slightly bruised forehead.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked Quinn trying to shove the sudden awkward air that seemed to fill the space between them.
"Yeah," Quinn said as she caressed her forehead. "A little bruised but, I've had worse ones in Cheerios practice. It's no big deal," Quinn said as she smiled at Rachel.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Santana covered me. She literally saved my life," Quinn said looking at Brittany and Santana's direction.
Brittany was sitting beside the Latina who was getting quick initial medications for her wounds.
What Quinn said surprised Rachel. She knew Santana was protective with Quinn but little did she think that the Latina would do something like that for her.
Clearly, Rachel thought, winning Quinn back will be just as hard as earning Santana's nod.
Was she just thinking of trying to win Quinn back?
Rachel sighed. She decided to worry about that later because if Santana's looks could kill, Rachel Berry will be having her funeral tomorrow.
Just as when Quinn moved to walk towards Santana and Brittany,
Rachel called, "Quinn."
"Yeah?" Quinn said as she stopped and looked at Rachel.
"I'm glad you're okay."
Quinn smiled, "I'm glad you're here."
It was everything that Rachel needed. It was all Quinn needed to say.
Rachel gently grabbed Quinn's hand and clasped it tight as she looked into Quinn's eyes.
God! Quinn's hands still felt the same… soft, delicate and just by holding it, Rachel felt safe.
It still definitely felt the same except that…
As she initiated the contact, Rachel felt Quinn relax a bit before she saw the change in Quinn's eyes.
Panic was suddenly in those once hopeful eyes. For a brief moment, Rachel cannot understand the look in her eyes but she realized everything when Quinn slowly took her hand away from Rachel's.
The warmth that they've shared suddenly turned into a cold, awkward moment.
When Rachel tried to look Quinn in the eyes, the blonde instantly looked away as she turned her back and started walking towards their two other friends.
And it was when it all sunk into Rachel's mind.
Rachel felt a pinch in her heart. It was a pinch she didn't know how to deal with. Rachel's tears threatened her eyes for the nth time that day.
She saw the Quinn before senior year. It was definitely the Quinn that surrounded herself with walls. It was the Quinn that walked away when things threatened to hurt her.
The Quinn that was walking away from her at that moment was the Quinn that walked away from Finn and Beth. This was the Quinn that the Fabrays threw out of their home and this was the Quinn that Rachel thought she'd changed in senior year.
This wasn't the Quinn she loved. This wasn't the Quinn that had those excited eyes when Rachel saw her in front of her New York apartment a few years back.
Rachel mentally slapped herself for bringing this Quinn back.
This was the look on Quinn's face when she gathered her things to fly back to LA the same night she arrived in New York.
She finally saw it – the Quinn that Santana was talking about. And this is the Quinn that Rachel created when she threw her out that night.
Santana was right. She wasn't any different from Russell and Judy Fabray. She kicked her out when the blonde needed her. She wasn't any better than Finn and Puck – at least they tried to stand by her when she needed them the most.
Rachel's tears fell once more and her heart broke for Quinn. Her heart broke for every moment she spent thinking that Broadway was everything to her when in fact Quinn will always be everything to her.
Her heart broke for every moment she celebrated her achievements alone when all the while she could've taken Quinn with her. She could've just let Quinn love her they way the blonde knew how to love someone.
She could've just let herself be happy with Quinn and maybe it would be different. It probably won't hurt this much if she only listened to Celine Dion when she sang about taking chances.
Rachel didn't know what to do. She stood there completely frozen as she watched Quinn make her way to Brittany and Santana.
Brittany then pulled Quinn into a hug. Quinn silently let the other blonde hug her for a while until Brittany broke the contact and called for Rachel.
"Rach!" Brittany called unexcitedly for the first time in years. Apparently, the accident has hit the always cheerful Brittany Pierce.
Quinn looked at her. Quinn's expression? Blank.
Santana also looked at her. Santana's stare? It was probably softer than it was earlier.
By the looks of the three former Cheerios looking at her, Rachel knew they wanted her there. Quinn may have pulled her hand away from hers but Rachel knew Quinn needs her at that moment though she probably won't show it.
If this was the old Quinn, she definitely won't say anything.
Rachel hated assuming things when it came to Quinn and her emotions but Rachel had to cling to her instincts. Besides, she didn't want to leave Quinn just yet.
She sighed and wiped the tears off her cheeks. She walked towards her three friends and smiled at them when she got close enough.
"I'm glad you're okay, too, Santana," Rachel said as she offered Santana a smile.
Santana just shrugged, "Let's go home. I need to read something up. I've got a freaking long exam tomorrow."
"What's it about?" Brittany asked as she helped the Latina up. Brittany's normal tone is back which lightened up the mood a bit for Rachel.
Santana met Rachel's eyes as she slightly limped, "Healing a sickness that just wouldn't leave you alone."
Rachel knew that this was meant for her.
Brittany apparently didn't catch the look Santana gave Rachel. She asked, "Oh, like taking them away for good so they won't hurt anymore?"
Santana smirked as she nodded, "Yes, Brit."
"You're a hero San!" Brittany cheered as Santana and Quinn smiled.
Just as Quinn was about to move between Brittany and Rachel, Santana grabbed Quinn by the wrist then laced her arms around the blonde's, "Stay beside me, Q. I just saved your life; I bet you wouldn't want to get hurt again."
Santana said the fading words of her sentence shooting Rachel a look that triggered the diva. And Rachel knew right there and then…
She needed to talk to Santana. She had to.
o-o-o-o-o
Quinn tried her best to be sane. She and Santana kept exchanging looks when Brittany and Rachel talked about staying the night at their apartment.
And though Quinn knew that Santana knew why Brittany was doing this, she didn't protest. She didn't protest because first, it would probably hurt Brittany's feelings and second, she just can't handle any more emotional stress.
She even hasn't moved on from the trauma of the accident. She can still recall the feeling that rushed over her when she saw Santana embrace her all of a sudden when the cab twirled around and got sandwiched in between two vehicles and another car hit her side of the cab.
She can still recall how Santana's arms and head hit the window in effort to protect her. Quinn knew the Latina was drunk but at that moment, Santana seemed as if she knew what she was doing.
She hasn't thanked Santana yet.
Santana was so relieved that they're safe but Quinn knew she was always afraid of car accidents because it nearly killed her entire family when she was 11. Soon as the paramedics got hold of them both, Santana refused to take the immediate check up that the medics offered. She needed only one cure and it was Brittany.
Quinn can only smile at the back of her mind when she saw how Santana relaxed soon as Brittany got there. Only Brittany could do that to her. And no matter how brave and strong the Latina was, Quinn knew that Santana never did and would never act tough around Brittany just because… she's Brittany Pierce.
Moreover, Quinn could still feel the butterflies lingering in her stomach when she saw the look on Rachel's face when she turned to face her a few moments ago. She can still feel that certain warmth that washed over her when Rachel wrapped her in her tiny arms.
At that moment, Quinn just wanted to fade away and everything will be alright. She had wanted Rachel to hug her like that for the longest while and that moment seemed just like a dream come true. She must have shut her eyes closed for a second but when she opened her eyes, a certain flinch in her stomach ached.
Butterflies suddenly felt weird and it was as if the butterflies died the moment Rachel took her hand. For a moment, Quinn felt like she missed it all her life but again, feeling Rachel's hand in hers brought unpleasant memories.
A certain hurt attacked Quinn's heart that it literally ached. It ached so bad that Quinn can't even look at Rachel. At that instance, holding Rachel's hand just felt… wrong.
She might have told herself a million times that she's moved on but that weird feeling of mixed pain, anger and excitement told her that maybe, she's not yet done with the healing process.
But she and Santana just can't change it anymore. Rachel was staying the night at their apartment.
Quinn was secretly happy though.
It's confusing but knowing that Rachel was just there, sleeping on the couch made Quinn feel as if she was travelling back in time. Just like senior year in high school, just like when everything was perfect.
She didn't want Rachel too close just yet, but she doesn't want her too far.
o-o-o-o-o
They reached Quinn and Santana's apartment without a word from either of the owners. Santana wanted to tell Rachel to go home but she can't because of Brittany and Quinn was just simply contemplating.
It was already one in the morning when they stepped foot in the apartment and Santana didn't need anything else but to rest so she headed straight to her room and slept. Quinn needed her same version of rest, too so after making sure that Rachel got everything she needed - two pillows, a blanket and the comfy couch - Quinn went to her room and despite the things that disturbed her, she fell asleep.
Brittany wanted Rachel to sleep with them in her room but Rachel declined even though Brittany told her that the bed was big enough for the three of them. She told Brittany - once they were alone - that she wanted Quinn to easily find her if ever she needed anything.
After giving Rachel a skeptical look, Brittany decided to leave Rachel alone. But before she went inside her room, she said, "I totally know why you're doing this. The look on your face earlier explained it. But Rach, just so you know, you're skating on thin ice. It's either you risk it and go all the way or just stop right there and don't break the ice more than you already have."
For a while, Rachel dwelled on what Brittany said until she finally latched on. She gave Brittany a nod as the blonde replied with a smile and then disappeared to her room.
Once alone, Rachel found herself thinking about everything that had happened since the day she pushed Quinn away and what progress they've made since Quinn came back to her life a month ago.
Now it's been a month and Rachel realized that no progress have been made since. She'd been playing hide-and-seek with her past and she realized she can't escape it anymore. But even before she could decide on what to really do about it, she fell asleep.
It was by dawn that something woke Rachel up. She usually sleeps like a rock but an indifferent feeling woke her up. When she opened her eyes, she saw Santana standing across the room, staring at her.
She was just standing there, looking at Rachel with a blank expression on her face.
Rachel's heart pounded against her chest, is Santana gonna kill her now? This is probably a good opportunity. The room was rather dim and the only light visible was the light from the kitchen. It didn't really illuminate the room but rather, it gave a slight highlight to Santana's features as she stood across the room.
No, seriously, Santana looked like a serial killer observing her prey as she sleeps.
"San, do you need anything?" Rachel asked as she sat rubbing her eyes with her knuckles. Once getting a clearer picture of Santana, she saw that Santana wasn't holding a knife or a chainsaw, rather, she was holding a half-empty glass of water.
"I would call Brittany if I needed anything," Santana said in a low, husky voice. Santana then slowly walked closer to Rachel still without a change of expression, "What are you up to, Rachel?"
Okay, two weird things happened as Santana spoke of her previous question. First, she sounded impatiently calm (like asking about something though she knew the answer very well). Second, she called Rachel by her first name which was weird in all sorts of angles. And even just in the way Santana said "Rachel", the diva knew she's about to get into a real pep talk with the Latina.
Santana wasn't limping anymore but she walked rather slowly until she was close enough to the couch where Rachel was sitting. "Scoot over," the Latina said and Rachel complied. Santana sat beside her with her features calmer than ever. Rachel felt a little safe as images of the killer version of Santana vanished from her thoughts.
"Morning, San," Rachel tried to ease the growing tension she felt. She knew she needed to talk to Santana but is she having the talk now?
"Morning, Rach," Santana said as she sipped from her glass of water. Rachel knew this.
Fuck. Rachel knew what exactly this is. This is Santana's harmless state, at least physically. And Rachel found this as a perfect chance to talk to Santana. Somehow, though she always wished for Santana to be nice to her, it was scaring her now.
"San," Rachel gulped.
Santana just looked at her with anticipation in her eyes.
"Can we talk... about Quinn?" Rachel asked finally risking it the riskiest way possible.
"Stand up," Santana ordered.
Rachel stood.
"I don't want to see your face, Rach," Santana said so calmly as if it were nice, sweet words.
Rachel swallowed. This the real scary version of Santana; the seriously scary Santana.
"If you want to talk to me, face the wall and spill. Speak softly, too. Q and S are still dreaming," Santana said, still without a change in expression.
Though she didn't fully understand Santana's harsh words, Rachel obeyed. She walked carefully and slowly towards the nearest wall and turned her back from Santana.
She wanted to cry but she'd been crying enough the previous day, so she refused to start this one with tears. She tried to forget the sudden anger she felt towards Santana.
Quinn - or at least the thought of Quinn - was already too much for Rachel to handle and Santana was becoming much of an emotional burden to her. She knew she had to beg for Quinn's forgiveness but why does Santana have to be this hard on her? Why is Santana this hard?
She faced the wall and took a deep breath. Her pride is definitely reaching a new low in front of Santana.
She was pondering on what to say before she heard the Latina's slight chuckle. She wanted to turn and face Santana but she remembered what Santana said earlier.
A few more chuckles and Rachel wasn't able to stop herself anymore. With her back still turned from Santana, the diva asked, "What's so funny?"
Santana coughed a little to stop the growing laughter, "Are you really that desperate to talk to me?"
Rachel sighed. Santana played her.
"That wasn't funny," Rachel said as she tried to keep herself calm from the mounting anger she's feeling.
"Take a seat now, smurf," Santana said as she finished the last of her water.
Rachel obeyed by sitting on the arm of the recliner with her back still turned from Santana.
"Rachel, stop acting all ninnyhammer. It doesn't fit you," Santana said back to her blank expression.
Rachel then dropped herself comfortably on the recliner. She was already facing Santana and she saw the Latina run her left hand over her right arm which was covered with medical plaster.
"How are the arms doing?" Rachel asked with a look of concern.
"Fine. Unfortunately, I can't use it to hit you," Santana said as she smirked.
Rachel smiled hopelessly knowing that Santana is simply being herself. She was able to withstand this attitude in senior year. There's no reason to surrender now.
"Since, you can't hit me, I would certainly like to use this opportunity to talk to you," Rachel said as she straightened up.
"Timing is everything," Santana said as she sighed.
"Santana, I-"
"Just don't get me wrong Berry," Santana said interrupting Rachel. "We're not yet on the same page," Santana said flatly.
"I'm sorry, Santana," Rachel said finally. Rachel felt her heart leap at the apology and her stomach began performing somersaults. She knew Santana never forgives but a little spark of hope from Santana's peaceful being at that very moment made Rachel want to try.
Santana looked at Rachel who looked down as if something interesting was happening on her lap.
Rachel continued, "I know it wasn't easy to burden you with the effects of what I did to Quinn but-"
"Careful with your choice of words, Berry. Quinn was never a burden, you are."
Rachel sighed once more.
The diva was about to continue when Santana interrupted her again, "Why Rachel? Why did you do that?"
There it was. The question that lingered for years was finally asked out loud.
There it was. The question that Rachel avoided all the while was finally asked in her face.
There it was. The question that required a reasonable answer now laid in front of her to finally put to rest.
Rachel clenched her fist trying to gather everything.
Why in the first place did she do that? She looked up to Santana. She expected her to have that angry look in her eyes, but she was met with those questioning eyes. Santana never looked at her this way. It wasn't soft, it wasn't endearing but it was comforting. It was comforting in a way that Rachel knew whatever she was about to say next will be taken all in evenly. The look promised her no bloodshed.
Santana needed answers.
And Rachel knew that it was best to address it now because sooner or later, she will be looking into Quinn's questioning eyes.
"Do you remember how you felt when you confessed to Brittany about your feelings; the moment you sang 'Landslide' to her with Ms. Holiday?"
Santana nodded.
"What did it feel like?"
Santana rolled her eyes, "Ms. Pillsbury, is that you? Do you have pamphlets? I badly need one for Rachel Berry who's trying to reverse psychology me."
"Just answer it, Lopez."
They both spoke so silently. In that moment, Rachel wasn't the Rachel that constantly felt as if she was right and Santana wasn't the Santana that always pushed her opinions. They were just Rachel and Santana – two people who cared so much for a certain Quinn Fabray who was probably clueless about the talk.
Santana smiled as she recalled the feeling, "It felt pleasing… to finally feel something and actually get the message across Brittany. She didn't understand a lot of things back then but the hell I care, I just needed to do it. She friggin' needed to know."
Rachel smiled as she recalled as well, "I felt exactly the same when I told Quinn I loved her."
"You didn't answer my question," Santana huffed.
"What did you feel when Brittany asked you to marry her?"
"Happy. Complete. Ecstatic. I could die anytime and I'd die happy. I would've taken you with me if I died that night. Q's life would be so much easier," Santana answered.
The little pointed words that Santana hurled her were something Rachel got accustomed to since their second talk in the hallway. And though she wanted to tell her to stop, Rachel just wouldn't because she knew this was how Santana expressed herself.
"I felt exactly the same, except that I wouldn't want you to die. Anyway, I felt the same when Quinn told me she would be willing to move with me to New York and we will start a life together, get out of college, be successful and maybe become a family someday."
"But then, there was one fucking night that changed everything," Santana said starting to feel uneasy of the anticipation.
"I was scared Santana," Rachel said. "My dreams were all coming true. The dreams that I had since I was young were finally unfolding in front of me. The dreams that I had long wanted to live were just presenting its self to me and I didn't have a choice but to take it."
"Was there a part that said you have to abandon Quinn?" Santana asked with a little bitterness in her tone.
Rachel felt her tears again. It was coming.
"Was that it? You were just scared?" Santana asked again. She was trying her best to control it but Rachel's answers so far were not reasonable enough to calm her.
"Everything was going right, Santana. I just can't afford to mess it up," Rachel said without any other reasons to follow.
Santana threw her hands in the air finally giving up on Rachel.
"I was honestly waiting for something more valid than that. Like a death threat from Russell Fabray or something," Santana said as her teeth gritted in between words.
"You do not know how much all of my dreams meant to me," Rachel defended herself.
Santana shook her head furiously, "I don't know, yes. And crap, I don't even understand how singing on stage can be more important than the only person who can love you in spite of what you are."
Damn. Looking at it right now, Santana was right.
"You don't… understand…"
"I don't and I never will, Berry," Santana told Rachel whose eyes were already blurry because of tears. "I will never understand your unvarying love for fame. I will never understand it the way you will never… ever understand what and how much Quinn suffered when she decided to love you."
Rachel's tears started to stream down her face. Finally, she was going to say it. She was about to admit it, "I was wrong."
There it was. The words that Rachel tried to ignore all this time finally said out loud.
There it was. The truth that Rachel denied to the world and to herself finally escaped her lips.
There it was. The truth that she avoided finally making itself known to life of lie she lived.
"I was blinded by things that I never really needed. But I was young, Santana. I was bound to make mistakes. I was bound to learn. What happened to second chances?"
Santana raised an eyebrow, "Second chances? Have you checked the latest Fabray dictionary? It doesn't exist. Some people are once in a lifetime, Berry. You found one and let it slip away."
"Don't I deserve to be happy, Santana? Don't I deserve to get a second chance? Don't I deserve it because I was simply not ready for the first?"
"And what happened to taking chances?" Santana asked. She was still sitting comfortably but she was raging inside. If it wasn't for sleeping Brittany and Quinn, she would have been yelling at Rachel since they started talking. "Oh, wait. You took a chance but not with Quinn but with Broadway," Santana finished.
"I needed to go for my dreams," Rachel said weakly. She's losing this battle with Santana. No, she's losing this battle with the part of her that was still adamant to admitting that she made the wrong choice.
"It wasn't the worst part, Berry," Santana uttered. "You led her on. You made her believe that she was going for something sure, something certain. Do you even realize that?"
No. Rachel never realized it until Quinn stepped in front of her New York apartment that night.
"It would have been easier if you just told her to stop loving you, to stop doing everything for you. Because do you know what hurt the most, Berry?"
Rachel shook her head. She didn't know what hurt Quinn.
Santana sneered and sighed, "She did everything for you to understand that whichever life you choose, she'd be there. She tried to make you understand that she and your dream were never opposite options. She fuckin' starved herself for a year to make you feel that and what did you do? You kicked her out of your life in a snap. God damn it! You didn't even let her stay the night. You didn't even ask her if she had her dinner already. You didn't even care that it was late in the evening for someone who travelled six hours via plane just to see you."
Just the thought of it broke Rachel's heart.
"Damn it, Rachel! Were you that insensitive?" Santana lost it. "You didn't even bother to show a little care just because you were scared? How scared do you think Quinn was when she was alone at midnight in a city she barely knew? Rachel, you treated her like crap. And after all these years, you expect that a single hug from an almost fatal accident would change everything?"
Rachel looked up at Santana. She was crying but she took all Santana's words in because it was the first time someone made it clear to her.
"I saw what you did earlier. The hug, the hand hold. I saw the look on your face and I know you still care about her. That's the reason I was staring at you while you were sleeping and the whole reason why I wasted a few minutes of my life talking to you. We have one thing in common, Berry. We both care for Quinn," Santana said in a breath.
"I don't know and I don't fucking care about how much or to what extent you care for her but save some dignity and tell me you don't believe that it was gonna be that easy."
Silence.
Honestly, Rachel thought everything would be fine and everything would follow after that incident earlier.
Santana tapped her knees in anticipation of Rachel's answer but the diva didn't reply.
"Wow," Santana shook her head in disbelief. Still ambiguous, Santana said, "I can't believe I actually thought you'd change."
Santana stood up and looked down at the sobbing Rachel, "Why did I even listen to Brittany when she said I should give you a chance to defend yourself?"
Rachel only hiccupped.
"You blew it, Rachel. You freaking blew it," Santana said as she moved towards Brittany's room.
"Santana," Rachel said as the Latina halted her steps, "I want her back."
Rachel sobbed loudly at what she just said. She wanted Quinn back so badly. She wanted to put the pieces back together. She wanted to hug her, kiss her and never let her go. She wanted to make up for all the lost times, for all the lost moments. She wanted to finally fight for her.
Rachel wanted to be happy. She wanted to make Quinn happy. Damn! She would do anything to see the blonde smile back at her.
She would give up anything just to be reason for Quinn's smile.
She would give up everything she has right now if it meant getting Quinn back.
She wanted to wake up every morning with Quinn by her side.
She wanted to spend each night watching movies with Quinn.
She wanted to spend the rest of her with the only person who loved her in spite of everything.
She wanted to be with Quinn, her Quinn.
And it hurt so much because she wanted to be with the person she probably can't have anymore.
She blew it.
"Berry, I don't want to meddle with you anymore. My relationship has suffered enough. But don't apologize to me," Santana said meeting Rachel's eyes. "Have you ever apologized to her?" Santana asked completely pulling back Rachel to reality.
She hasn't. She hasn't even thought about it.
"And if you want her back, word to the wise, I'm not sure that's still possible. But for whatever plan or scheme you have in mind, Berry. I just hope you know that it's gonna take more than a hug, more that a 'sorry' and more than a Taylor Swift song to bring back the Quinn Fabray you shattered," Santana finished.
For the next chapter: Someone's asking Quinn out and someone's gonna do her best to stop it. Haha. Phoebe vs Rachel Round 3. And did I mention someone's gonna kiss Quinn? LOL.
