Okay so one tiny tidbit that is actually really important. In the original story, I said that they were all sophomores, but I'm gonna pretend they were juniors. It's just a small thing, so I won't have a 2 year gap between Wake and Otherside , the sequel (working title, just whenever you see that I've published a new pezberry story, it's the sequel to Wake). This section right here is really a quick chapter, set between the two stories. It's set the summer before college. Enjoy.

Charlie's POV

"Where is she?" I asked Santana who was laying facedown on my bed with a hoodie over her head. I threw my shoe at her, hitting her directly on the back, and forcing her to roll over.

"She's at this music camp, or something, look I don't really know." Santana explained. I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned. This wasn't right. Over the past few years, I've come in close contact with a lot of wrong, so I knew as soon as Santana told me that this was wrong.

"Are you fucking listening to yourself? Seriously, listen to yourself you prick. You can't do this, it isn't right. You can't just leave it like that; she didn't even get the chance to fight for you-." Santana jumped to her feet and got in my face.

"Shut up Charlie!" I could tell she was getting annoyed with me. I knew that I was pushing the issue, but it had to be pushed. Santana must be living in some alternate universe. She clearly didn't understand what she'd done. "And don't try to tell me what my motives were. Fuck you, honestly." She tried to walk away but I grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Santana wait-."

"No." She pushed me away and I stumbled backwards, barely regaining my balance before I hit my bed. "I can't talk about this, not now. Rachel and I can't be together, not if I'm like this. She understands, so where the fuck do you come in?"

"Fine, don't listen to me, this isn't my business." I said feeling slightly defeated. I didn't want to get into an argument with San, I just wanted to explain to her that she was making a mistake. Breaking up with Rachel was a stupid move. How could Santana expect to have the support she needed, if the one person she loved more than anything wouldn't be right by her side?

There were other reasons I guess. Rachel going to NYADA must be one of them. Santana and Quinn are going to NYU and Brittany's going to be studying dance at Julliard while I pick up a job, hopefully, while I'm staying there too.

"I had to let her go." Santana said quietly.

"You don't let her go, you pushed her away." I informed her.

"I had to protect her." Santana replied.

"Maybe you should've thought about protecting her before you two feel in love." I went into my closet, pulled out my suitcase, and started throwing clothes into it.

"What the hell are you doing?" Santana asked. "You're not supposed to be leaving until mid-August."

"I know that dipshit; I'm staying at your place for a bit." I knew she'd protest and complain, but I didn't care. I needed a change of scenery. "Quinn's out with Brittany shopping or something girly like that, let's play video games and grab a pizza." It was more like I was asking her to buy me stuff, but I knew she wouldn't mind.

"I just want to be alone for a bit." She'd been alone for the past week. I wanted to ask her about her first session. I wondered how it went. Who was her psychologist, what was his name? Or her name. She still hasn't told anyone yet.

"Are you gonna talk about it?" I asked her suddenly getting the urge to open a window. Santana's eyes darkened and she shook her head no. "You didn't just decide to see a shrink out of the blue, something happened. I know something happened."

"Stop asking me questions, just…please stop." I ended the conversation at that. I was still coming over to her condo to stay there for a while, she was going to be annoyed about it, but she wouldn't stop me. I picked up my suitcase and nodded for Santana to follow me downstairs. She dragged her feet but she followed me. "I found out who my roommate is at NYU. Her name's Claire, wanna facebook stalk when we get back to my place?"

"Yeah, is that even a question?"

…

Rachel

I knew she'd break my heart. Somehow I just knew it. I should've listened to her, I knew I should've just listened. It didn't matter, everything she said about love and never letting me go, it didn't matter because she did. I couldn't help her through her pain, I never could, but I didn't think she'd break up with me. I didn't think she'd push me away like this.

I had to lie to her. I had to lie to everyone about taking a vacation with just my dad in Vermont. We had a summerhouse out here, and it was beautiful and secluded, just what I needed right now. Of course my father new about the break up, how could he not with the way I've been acting?

Distant.

That's how Santana acted before she told me we needed to talk. She didn't even have me over at her condo much in the last few weeks of our relationship. And her reasoning was just…nothing like Santana. I could tell she wanted to kiss me goodbye too, but she didn't and it hurt to see her walk away from me, she didn't even turn back.

Why didn't she turn back? Why didn't she say that she was making a huge mistake?

"Honey, do you want to go for a hike? It's not good being cooped up like this. Come on, grab your boots." It wasn't a request. I knew my father was outdoorsy and it killed me to have to follow his instructions, but I could use the fresh air. I pulled on my boots and followed him out of the house.

It was warm outside. Not hot, but warm. My father and I walked in silence, for as long we could. Until the silence hurt. "Dad…I don't think I'll ever be able to love again." He gave me this expressionless look, it told me all I needed to know.

"Rachel, don't ever say that-."

"I trusted her too much. I fell for her too quickly. I loved her too easily. I did everything you told me not to…dad you were right." He grabbed onto my hand and held onto it. I think I knew what he was thinking, but I was too scared to say something about it. He'd talk when he wanted to. He'd calculate and determine the correct words to say, I'd just have to wait.

"I was wrong." He said furrowing his eyebrows. "I thought that you two were…well let's just say you're not the only one who believed in fairytales." He explained.

"That's what she'd say. She told me life was never like a fairytale." I started. "I feel so stupid."

"Why?" That seemed like a dumb question to ask. I was stupid because I fell for the wrong girl. Even when she warned me herself not to. I did anyway, and look where it got me. "Don't just look at it from your side. Think in two different perspectives."

"If I call her, she won't answer." I told him. "How do I ask without asking?"

"Give her time. We both know she's had some emotional struggles in her past. If worst comes to worst, then you'll both be in New York. You share the same friends, she won't be a stranger to you I can promise you that." He said with a confident smile. "She loves you, that'll never change."

"Are you ready to let me go dad?" I asked him.

"Your daddy and I are trying to figure out how we're going to make it when you're in New York. We're thinking of picking up knitting." He was holding back a laugh, but I didn't have the power to do so. "Laugh all you want, but your daddy's serious."

"For the love of God-." I started trying to hold back my laughter.

"When I suggested a book club he called me ridiculous. You know how he gets when he's not running the show. I'll let him have this one." My dad said as we reached the edge of the forest and the only thing that stood in front of us was a lake.

"Is it weird, dad?" I questioned out of the blue.

"Is what weird?" He replied.

"That I'm all grown up. I mean I'm going to be on my own in a month." I picked up a pebble and tossed it into the lack.

"You're still my baby girl, Rachel." He said wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "And you always will be."

…

Quinn's POV

I guess I figured out how to handle everything without hurting anyone. I loved Sam. I truly did, but he was going to UCLA to play football, and we were both realistic people. We love one another but we had to let each other go. It was the right thing to do, and we both knew and were okay with it.

Charlie and Brittany were the last one's standing. Imagine that.

"You know why I have a problem with her? It's because her name is Belle. That's the name of a serial killer you know. She'll probably kill me in my sleep." I told Brittany as she paid for her ice cream and turned around to face me. She had her eyebrow arched and it looked like she was about to say something, but then she just shrugged. "Yeah, go ahead and shrug now, when you find my body, chopped up and in the fridge you'll wish you didn't shrug now."

"You're just as dramatic as Rachel." Brittany said.

"Well excuse me for being nervous about my first roommate." I said crossing my arms over my chest.

"Have you ever thought that maybe you're just nervous about being away from Charlie?" Brittany questioned as she took a bite out of the cone.

"Ugh no!" I exclaimed.

"So that's a yes." She mumbled. "Look we won't be that far away from one another. Just because Charlie's living with me, doesn't mean that you two won't hang out all the time."

"I loathe you right now." I muttered.

"I love you too Quinnie Bear." Brittany said with a grin. "Oh Charlie just texted…" She said peering down at her phone. "She's gonna stay with San for a little bit." Brittany had a small smile on her face.

"Why are you smiling like that?" I asked.

"Cause I think it's cute when Charlie and San hang out. They both think they're so tough, when they're totally not." Brittany quickly replied to Charlie via text and we got up to go back to my car. I wanted to put all the new clothes I'd just bought right into my suitcases and check off my college list.

"I still can't believe Santana broke up with Rachel." I said before we stepped out onto the sidewalk.

"It's more complicated than we know probably. I mean don't you think so? Santana's not telling us something." I looked into Brittany's eyes and we both looked away at the same time. The same thought popped into our minds. "Not like that." She said quelling my fears, but not diminishing them. "I didn't mean like that."

"She kept that from us for years." I reminded Brittany.

"She said she'd be honest with us, remember Quinn?" We got into my car at the same time, and I put the key into the ignition. I felt like stalling, I didn't want to answer her question.

"She also told Rachel that she loves her." I replied.

"She does."

"Don't be naïve Brittany." I squeezed the steering wheel tighter. "I'm sorry…God I'm just not having a good day."

"It's okay Quinnie Bear, I understand." Brittany said with a small smile. "Why didn't you get ice cream with me Quinn?"

"I'm trying not to start the freshman fifteen early. Without cheerleading, I need to attempt to stay in shape. Maybe I should pick up a new sport in college." I said thinking about what I could do. College was for a new start all together. No more cheerleading for me, but that didn't mean athletics were all out of the question. I was interested in joining clubs, but I needed more to keep myself busy.

"What about field hockey? You played in middle school right?" Brittany asked.

"I mean I was the goalie, but I didn't even think about that. Maybe I'll walk on." I suggested.

"Walk on what?" She questioned as she cocked her head to the side.

"Nothing B." I mumbled shaking my head. "So B, what do you wanna do tonight?"

"Can we go out with Dave and Kurt?" Brittany asked as she bounced up and down in her seat. "I love when we go out with them. Kurt is so funny, and Dave's totally cool."

"Yea of course I'll call them." I said with a smile. "Hey B."

"Yea Quinnie."

"Let's spend as much time together this summer as possible. I would never admit this to Santana and if you tell Charlie I'll kill you but…I'm sorta scared for college." I started as I pulled into my driveway. "I mean, high school is easy. I was popular the whole time, but a brand new start, that's different."

"Don't be scared of a new experience." Brittany told me. "Just embrace it."

…

Santana's POV

"You're not even being rational right now." Charlie as I started packing my bags. I felt cramped here in Ohio, so I put my place up for rent and I was going to spend the remaining two weeks of summer at Olivia's apartment. I needed the hustle and bustle of New York to get me out of this slump.

"What's the big fucking deal? I visit my sister all the time now, so why can't I now?" I asked. I pushed past her and pulled my bag over my shoulder. "Look, this isn't just about spending time with Olivia. Rachel's back in town and I wouldn't know what to do if I ran into her."

"So you're running away again?" Charlie questioned harshly. Okay so I was taking the easy way out. If she was in my shoes, she would've done the same thing and she knows it. It's so goddamn easy for her to judge me now that she'd suddenly become the shinning example. Right about now all I wanted to do was punch her. She was acting insensitive, and it wasn't helping her case.

"Why can't I be selfish for a change?! Why is it that whenever I try and do something for myself you get to act all high and mighty?" I didn't want to fight with Charlie but she was making me do this. She never saw both sides of things, it was why we'd been growing apart over the last few months. I could tell that things would be different in New York. Maybe I should just isolate myself from everyone.

"It's not selfish if you're hurting someone." I rolled my eyes and started heading downstairs. I needed out of this place right now. "Okay fine…you win." She shouted after me as I reached my car. "But this is about something else."

"So what if it is?" I asked her as I got in. She quickly got into the passenger's side before I could drive off.

"What the fuck, I thought we were close."

"We were." I told her before looking straight ahead. "But a lot has changed."

"Not that much." Charlie said grabbing my shoulder. "We jeez, what are you saying? We're not friends?"

"I never said that-."

"You don't have to!" Charlie snapped. "I've been noticing it for weeks. You never want to hang out with us anymore. You bailed on Brittany. We didn't do a damn thing to push you away; you're bringing this on yourself."

"I don't care; I don't care about anything anymore." I reached over her and opened the door. "Get out."

"We were there for you…we were always there for you." Charlie spat out. "I'm done with you San. And if you act like this to everyone else…we all are."

…

"So let's see, you broke up with the love of your life, you're seeing a shrink, and you have no friends. Welcome to rock bottom, we have cookies down here." Olivia said as I laid down on the couch. She was waiting by the counter for the Chinese food to come while I was taking snapshots of random objects in the room. "To be fair you sorta hit rock bottom a while back to, so at least you know your way around."

"Would you please shut up?" It sounded too much like a question and I wished I had said it with a meaner tone.

"My house my rules twerp." She grabbed a beer out of the fridge and took a few sips before continuing. "That Rachel girl was so cute though, you guys were adorable."

"Thanks for reminding me."

"I'm just saying." She said with a shrug. "Plus, whatever bullshit excuse you gave her probably doesn't help your case." I sat up straight and took a picture of her.

"I can't change what happened." I reminded her. "I loved her but I didn't cherish her. Deep down you understand where I'm coming from. It's the same reason that you have never been in a stable relationship." She seemed caught off guard but I kept going. "Because we never learned how to properly love. When I learn how to do that then…then I figure the rest out."

"It'll be too late."

"I have to risk it." I told her. "Everyone gets second chances right?" I asked her. I couldn't help but think about our parents and how they got well over two chances with us. So if they could then so could I.

"Not everyone San." Olivia replied. "But it's a two way street, remember that. You always have to give to get…the law of the land."

"At least it's the law in New York." I said with a small smile.

"Welcome to the Empire State, don't let it swallow you whole."

Okay so I know this totally felt like a filler and maybe not so great, but I think it was kind of important to have. Review and let me know what you think. I know a lot of you wanted a college sequel so I hope where I'm going is what you're looking for.