Because I think I may have inadvertently given some of you mild heart attacks and/or made you want to locate me and murder me in my sleep, here is the next chapter. Also, you guys are awesome so the extra update is for that too.

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Quinn's POV:

She ran out of the library and I was left standing with empty arms and more confusion than I think I've ever felt and I was a teen mom who had to decide whether or not to have a baby and then whether or not to keep her.

What the hell just happened? I stood against the stacks for several minutes before candy crush librarian told me they were closing. I suddenly realized I had nowhere to go.

I couldn't go home because Santana would be there and I couldn't go to the only other place I know because it's right across the damn hall. I knew exactly 5 people in this city. One of them was Santana. One of them was Abby. One of them was Alexa and I wasn't really in the mood to add this conversation to that new friendship yet.

I walked out of the library and turned away from the subway stop and just started walking. It was getting late and I knew I shouldn't be walking around the city alone at night. I found a suitable hotel and gave them my emergency credit card and my fake ID so I could get a room for the night. It was the only thing I could think to do.

When I got to the room, I tossed my purse on the desk and pulled out my phone. No messages or calls from Santana. I didn't know what I expected; a text saying she was joking or one that she meant it and was sorry for storming off and wanted to talk. The real question wasn't what I expected, but what I wanted. If she was serious, which I'm a thousand percent sure she was since even the old Santana wouldn't put herself out there unless she was serious, what the hell do I do now? I took my phone with me over to the bed and laid my head back against the pillow.

Santana loves me.

She wants to be with me.

Could it really be possible that this thing between us has been something more the whole time and we were both too dumb to notice? I considered myself pretty smart, but I didn't know what to do with this information. Her reaction to my silence made me want to smack myself this time. I think I've broken her. I mean we're all broken, right? There's not a single person on this planet that made it to adulthood without scars of some kind. Some are more obvious than others, but we all have them and we have to choose whether or not we let them define us. Lord knows Santana and I have had enough scars for a lifetime. No matter how I feel about her, I have to think about the potential of adding another scar to my list. Santana is risky. I know I told Abby she's worth that risk and I really do believe that, but it's different somehow now that it would be me risking everything.

I dialed a number and waited for an answer.

"Quinn?"

"Hi, Rachel. Can you meet me somewhere?"

"In your apartment? Sure. I think I can walk back across the hall. I'm not that much of a diva."

"I'm not at the apartment. I'm at a hotel," I updated.

"Why are you at a hotel?"

"Can you just get here and I can explain when I see you?"

"I guess, yeah. Where's Santana?"

"Please, Rachel. Just get here and don't tell Santana where you're going if you see her and maybe don't tell Kurt either."

"Okay…" She sounded confused. "Where are you?"

I let Rachel into the room and sat back down on the bed. She took the desk chair and just stared at me for a minute while I was trying to figure out what to say.

"Quinn, what's going on? Are you okay? Why are you staying in a hotel?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? Did something happen? Why are we here? Where is Santana?"

"Hold on, Rachel. Okay? Just give me a second."

She leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms. I took a deep breath.

"Santana and I… we've been…"

"I knew it!" She shouted in victory and stood. "You two are together. I was right. Kurt thought she loved you, but you didn't feel the same way. What about Abby? Was she cheating on her with you or you with her? Wait, that last part doesn't make sense because you knew all about her. Wait, are you the mistress? Are you getting some kind of sick gratification out of doing things behind Abby's back because that is not okay, Quinn?!"

"Sit down, Berry." I motioned with my hand and shook my head.

"God, you're even talking like Santana now. What happened to Rachel?"

She sat.

"We're not together. We were doing things." I paused to await her reaction, but she was still and her face unchanged. "We were having sex… a lot of sex. Like daily sex. Nightly too."

"I thought you were together so that's not exactly shocking news, but what's going on? Why are you here now? Is it because of Abby or did Santana do something?"

"She told me she loved me today." She didn't move or react. "Rachel, Santana fucking Lopez, my best friend forever is apparently in love with me."

"So? You love her too. What's the problem?"

"How do you know I love her too?"

She leaned forward in her chair and put her hands on her knees imploring me to take her seriously.

"Quinn, most of the time I am in awe of you. You're beautiful and smart and you have this whole life planned out for yourself that I know is going to work out because you're Quinn Fabray."

"Thanks, I think…" I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"But sometimes, I thank God I am not you."

"You going to wrap this pep talk up anytime soon, Rachel?" I emphasized her first name and fell back against the pillow.

"You over complicate things. Specifically, you overcomplicate relationship things. You make everything more difficult than it has to be for some reason. It doesn't have to be like that. You can just love someone and someone can love you back and you can be together." She moved to sit next to me on the bed. "When you're with Santana, how does it feel?"

"I don't want to do this right now. I think I just want to fall asleep for a few years or maybe drink for a few years."

"Why did you ask me to meet you here?"

"Because I needed someone to talk too about this and the person I would normally do that with-"

"Is Santana."

"Yes."

"Then, answer my question."

"I feel happy when I'm with her, which it weird because she used to be such a pain in the ass to be around all the time."

"What's changed?"

I leaned up.

"She has. She's different now. She's just… she's…I don't know why."

"She's different because of you and you're different because of her." I looked at her trying to make her continue because I didn't really know what to say anymore. "Quinn, you've changed each other. That's kind of a big deal, don't you think?"

"It's only been a few months. Whatever she feels… whatever I feel… it's only been a few months."

"And in that time, Kurt and I have talked about you two at least a thousand times. Santana changed a little when she moved in with us, but she's changed a lot since then. I've seen her look at you when you're not paying attention and I don't think I ever really heard her laugh in high school unless it was at some insult she had thrown out and thought extra funny. She's been laughing a lot these days. Except the past couple of weeks. She's been kind of down the past couple of weeks. What happened?"

I put two and two together.

"We stopped what we were doing so she could be with Abby."

"Well, that was dumb. Clearly, it's you that she wants," Rachel stated and sat back in her chair with her arms crossed. "Look, you and I have had our problems. Santana and I have had our problems. You and Santana have had your problems, but that's all in the past. I think we've all grown up a lot this past year and even though Santana still calls me horrible names and she continues to add to that list daily, she was really there for me when I needed her. You were there for me too and you've both been there for each other more than once. What's the worst thing that could happen if you actually admit you're crazy about her and want to be with her?"

"If I lost her, I don't know-" I stopped myself. It was too hard to finish that sentence.

"I'm not going to say that Santana Lopez is the most stable person in the world when it comes to this stuff, but I will say that if she told you how she felt given what happened with Brittany, that should tell you something. I don't think she's going anywhere, Quinn, but you have to talk to her. Whether you want to try with her or not, you have to explain whatever she needs to hear. You at least owe her that much, but I think it's clear you know how you feel. You just have to decide if it's worth the risk." She paused while I contemplated. "Can I ask you a question?"

"I guess."

"Are you… I mean have you always…"

"Rachel? Really? You're asking me that now?"

"Well, I think it's a pretty good time to ask that since you just told me you've been having a whole lot of sex with a girl, Quinn."

"I don't know what I am and I haven't always, okay?"

"Haven't always liked girls or haven't always liked Santana?"

"Santana's the only girl I've ever had feelings for. I don't know what that means and I've been looking back a lot recently trying to figure out when it all started for me and I don't know that I can pinpoint a moment since I've known her where it must have started, but I do think it's always been there… buried somewhere. Just waiting to-"

"Come out?" She punned and smirked.

Her phone rang and she took it from her bag.

"Is it her?" I asked both terrified and hopeful at the same time.

"No, it's Kurt." She answered and put it on speaker for my benefit. "Hey, Kurt."

"Rachel, where are you? You won't believe what just happened. Santana just came over and told me she told Quinn she loves her and Quinn didn't say anything back so she ran home and cried her eyes out. Well, she didn't tell me that last part because she's Santana, but her eyes were all blood shot so it was pretty obvious. I guess she fell asleep and woke up and was freaking out because it's late and Quinn's not there and she's not here and Santana's worried, but she won't call her because again, this is Santana and she's one stubborn bitch and-"

"Kurt, shut up for a second." I ordered.

"Quinn?"

"Is she okay?" I asked worried.

"She's heartbroken. I think she just left to hit up a liquor store."

I curled my body up into a ball.

"Tell her Quinn's fine. She's with me," Rachel explained.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah, Quinn?"

"Was she really crying?"

"She realized she's in love with her best friend in the whole world who she's also been having sex with. She has the courage to actually tell you after everything she went through and you don't feel the same way. What do you think, Quinn?"

The thought of Santana crying over me made me feel like I was the worst person in the world. No matter what we put each other through in the past, this girl had become my world these past few months. She bought me a dresser and a bookshelf and those bears that hug each other when we went to Coney Island for the day when I first got here. She always made the coffee in the morning because she knew I hated doing it because it was an old machine with filters and I'm "pretentious" as she says and I like my Keurig machine. She then went out and bought a Keurig machine, which I knew was expensive and stocked it with the flavored stuff she didn't really drink, but she knew I loved. She gives me shoulder massages when she notices I'm hunched over a book too long and always buys my favorite orange-pineapple juice at the deli on her way home from work so it will be there for me in the morning. How the hell did I let her run away?

"Kurt, just tell Santana she's fine. I think she needs time to think." Rachel told Kurt and then hung up the phone.

"I don't need to think. I just need a cab."