Thursday morning Quinn begrudgingly dragged herself out of bed and went through the motions of her morning schedule.

Skipping breakfast entirely (her appetite had yet to return to her), the Cheerio got in her car and drove to school.

"Don't think I don't see your skinny ass, bitch!"

Quinn straightened and began to walk away quickly.

"HEY!"

Santana Lopez ran down the corridor and grabbed a power walking HBIC before she could turn the corner and ditch her again.

"Ha!" the Latina crowed triumphantly. "Now, period after next, we're ditching. You, me and B are going to the cafe to talk some shit out, because yeah, B has a point that sometimes that talking crap works alright an—why the fuck are you wearing glasses?"
Quinn self consciously pushed her sunglasses further up her nose. Since leaving the house this morning and catching her reflection in her rear view mirror, the cheerleader was stunned to take in her own appearance. Her limp, slightly oily hair looked marginally better in the Cheerios' ponytail, and her ashen face with deep bags under her eyes was manageable with some foundation and concealer, but her eyes were unmistakably red and puffy. Immediately grabbing her sunglasses, the HBIC had refused to take them off since.

Comprehension dawned on the Latina's features and a brief look of pity flitted across her face. Retraining her expression back to indifference the girl gave Quinn an out, "next period, car park or I drag you out of class myself," and walked down the hallway.

Rachel's POV;

She's at school today. I know because I've seen her three times; once in the morning when she parted the red sea, again at break across the cafeteria, and just now, walking away from Santana.

She's wearing her sunglasses, the same ones she wore the day after my party last year while hung over. She hasn't taken them off all day. I'm scared to think why; the guilt in my stomach seems to have reached a near suffocating level when I watch Quinn.

She hasn't spoken to me all day, hasn't even looked at me.

Finn's POV;

Rachel's weird today. Every time I look at her she looks sad. Sadder than I've ever seen her.

I know who's to blame, Quinn. I can't believe all the mess she's made.

Santana caught sight of the diva a moment after speaking with Quinn. Her first instinct was to go up to the girl and make her hurt, just as badly as Quinn was, slam her against a locker and slap some sense into the stupid dwarf. But with Brittany's gentle kiss to her tensed jaw, and

Quinn's phantom warning face in her head, she settled for giving the diva a seething glare as they passed.

Rachel gulped at the almost tangible wave of hostility. Brittany gave her a small, sympathetic smile and after a second the two Cheerios were gone.

Relieved, Rachel exhaled, visibly slumping. Although she had yet to be slushied since the HBIC's school wide ban the diva was still very aware of her social standing...and Santana's possibly homicidal tendencies.

Quinn's POV;

I slowly walked to my last class of the day. Lunch with S and B had gone by well enough. I know I didn't say much and was terrible company but at least they both know the full story now...and I have Santana's word that no animals will be harmed at Rach—Berry's expense.

I only have chem left before I can go home. Puck's party is tomorrow night but I honestly don't think I'm up to it.

"There you are," Finn stepped out of the chemistry room just before the Quinn walked in.

"What do you want, Finn?" the blonde monotoned wearily.

The quarterback look annoyed for a moment before his face became smug.

"Nice glasses, Quinn."

Quinn clenched her jaw but otherwise said nothing. She tried to walk around the boy and enter the classroom.

Finn darted to his left and blocked the girl.

"How's it feel? Knowing Rachel wants me, knowing you'll never be good enough for her," he jeered. "That it's my hands get to touch her—"

*SMACK*

Finn staggered back a step.

"How dare you?" the HBIC ground out, hang stinging. "How dare you talk about Rachel like that? For some reason beyond me she's chosen to stay with you; you, you shitty excuse for a boyfriend—"

"Hey! At least I'm nice to her—"
"Nice?" the HBIC spluttered incredulously. "Where were you when she was getting slushied by Karofsky, Finn? Huh? When Mr Schue was being a dick to her in Glee and you just sat there and watched her take it, over and over again? Where were you when—"

"YEAH WELL SHE STILL CHOSE ME!"

The fiery blonde suddenly slumped, "fuck you, Finn. Fuck you."

Forcing her way into the classroom the Cheerio clenched her jaw and made up her mind.

'I think I will go to Puck's party after all.'

AN: I can't believe how many of you have read this entire story in one day, thank you for giving up hours of your life to read my little fic!

Heads up, next chapter is written and...well...you'll like it ;) This one has been ready since pre-chapter 20...so tell me how much you want it and help me decide when I should post it ;)