"Baby, why don't you ever talk about Meatbox, Nick or Jeff anymore?" Quinn asked me as she looked up from where she was laying. Her head was on my lap and I had my hands in her hair.

"Ugh, Quinn, I told you. It's not the same with guys as it is with girls. We don't have to talk all the time. We're not emotionally attached and needy," I answered.

"Excuse me? You're not emotionally attached and needy? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Quinn ripped my hands from her hair, sat up and stared angrily at me as she waited for me to dig my way out of the hole I inadvertently dug myself in. I sighed nervously as I prepared to make an attempt to defend myself.

"Nothing. Really. I swear," I breathed.

"Nothing? You say you're not "emotionally attached and needy" and you meant nothing by it? Don't lie to me, Sebastian," she answered snappily.

"I'm not lying, Quinn. I meant nothing by it because when I said that, I was thinking, I'm a guy. Nick, Jeff and Meatbox are guys. You are a girl."

"Yeah and according to that logic, I'm "emotionally attached and needy". You know what? Fuck you. I don't need to be with someone who thinks I'm emotionally attached and needy. I'm leaving."

Quinn rolled off my bed and opened the door so hard it nearly came off the hinges. Grant, who had been on the other side getting ready to open it, slammed himself against the wall so as not to get bowled over by Quinn's very angry exit. Meanwhile, I stood there and did nothing to stop her.

"Whoa, what's with blondy? She's usually all over you," Grant asked when he finally came in the room.

"Shut up, I don't wanna talk about it," I shot back as I flopped onto my bed where Quinn had just been. It smelled like her. I wished it didn't but that wasn't gonna change a damn thing.

"Cool." He shrugged as he sat at his desk and got right to work reading something for a class. I sat and stared at the wall. Thinking.

Quinn stormed across the quad with tears in her eyes. She fumbled in her pocket for her phone. There had to be someone who she could talk to about what had just happened. Someone who would reassure her that she wasn't crazy and that ending our relationship was the right to do. And just then her phone rang, she looked down and saw that it was Rachel.

"Hi," she answered quietly.

"Hey Quinn!" Rachel answered bubbly.

"What's up?"

"I thought I would call and see how you're doing. It's been a while since we've talked. We should do something. Do you wanna do something?"

"Not good. That's how I'm doing. I'm not good."

"What's wrong? Did something happen to Beth again?"

"No! God no."

"Okay, sorry. What is it then?"

"Sebastian and I just broke up."

Quinn gulped severely as soon as she said those words. She was hoping she'd said them clearly enough so that she wouldn't have to repeat herself. That was really the last thing she wanted in the moment.

"Oh, sweetie, what happened?"

"I just...I lost it. I asked him why he doesn't say anything about his friends from home anymore and he made some snide comments. I couldn't take it and I told him I was done. Then I left and almost ran Grant over on my way out of their room."

"What does your weekend look like?"

"I don't know anymore. I was gonna spend it with Sebastian. But that's not happening now."

"How about you come to New York and spend it with me then? Brody and I were supposed to do something but he landed a role on Broadway and has no time for me anymore."

Quinn sighed at the subtle "second best" feeling she was getting from Rachel's invite. But something in her was saying go. It would be nice to get away for a while.

"Yeah, okay. I'll ignore the "my plans got killed so why don't you come instead" undertones of the invitation because I'm heartbroken and need a friend," Quinn answered.

"I'm sorry. Honest. I could come to you if you'd rather," Rachel apologized.

"No, no. I should get out of here. Especially while the wounds of the break up are extremely fresh."

"All right, let me know when you're here and we'll get dinner or do whatever you want."

"Thanks Rach. I'll see you in a couple hours."

"See you in a couple hours, Quinn. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

Quinn hung up the phone as she opened her dorm room door. Instead of getting stuff together to spend the weekend in the city with Rachel, she collapsed on her bed and sobbed. She was extremely grateful to have the room to herself so she could melt down in private.

An hour after she got to her room, Quinn woke up and realized she should have been on a train about halfway to New York. She grabbed her phone and sent Rachel a quick text.

hey sorry to do this last minute but can you come here instead? love - Quinn

Rachel was on her couch, watching a movie when the text from Quinn came through. She opened it and jumped to her feet after reading it.

of course I can hun. I'll call you when I'm at the train station. see you soon - Rachel

Quinn settled back under the covers as soon as she read and responded to Rachel's response to her request. Heartache sure was exhausting. As she was laying in her bed, Quinn scrolled through the texts on her phone and was constantly wiping away tears as she read messages between the two of us. One in particular brought the heaviest flow of tears to her eyes. She almost deleted it but something about the message, despite our recent split, kept Quinn from getting rid of it.

Quinn, I love you. so much. through everything, I want you to know, I'll be here. anytime you need a friend. or lover. I'm yours forever baby. don't ever doubt that. I love you - Sebastian

She stared at the words on the screen as her eyelids fluttered rapidly until she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. The phone fell from her hand and lay inches from her face as she slept for a couple more hours. Only to wake up to the sound of a text message coming through. Bleary-eyed and not really awake, Quinn glanced to see who the message was from. She chose not to open it when she saw my name on her screen.

Fifteen minutes later Rachel called to say that she was at the train station. Quinn got changed quickly and headed off to get her. As soon as Quinn spotted Rachel from the platform, she plastered a fake smile just long enough for the two of them to get back to her car.

"Hey, it's okay, you'll get through this," Rachel said sweetly as she pulled Quinn into a tight embrace.

"It hurts," Quinn whimpered.

"I know it does. Come on, let's get out of here."

"You drive."

Rachel nodded as she took the keys from Quinn's hand.

"Dinner?" Rachel asked as she started Quinn's car.

"Sure. How about the diner?" Quinn replied.

"Works for me."

Rachel pulled out of the train station's parking lot and steered Quinn's car to the diner so they could have dinner. Little did they know I had decided to have dinner there myself.

I looked up from my seat at the counter when the door opened. Quinn and I locked eyes in that moment. She quickly looked down and grabbed Rachel's hand for support.

They quickly shuffled past me and sat in a booth out of my line of sight. I sighed as I downed the rest of my drink. As soon as I was done eating, I paid for everything and rushed out of there like the place was on fire. I guess seeing Quinn after having her break up with me earlier that day was just too much to handle.