A/N- Hey, thanks for all the support, please enjoy :). SalGersGirl- your comment was especially funny, thank you!
"God that Jeep has been halfway across the country." Quinn said, running a hand through her hair.
"We drove all the way from Ohio to New York for college."
"How did you get all your stuff out?" Nora asked in wonder, she couldn't imagine her mom at college with only what they could squish into the old Jeep.
"Rachel's fathers drove as well and they rented a Uhaul trailer to help get everything out." Quinn smiled at the memory, "Turns out having my Jeep in college was one of the best and worst decisions I could have made."
"Why?"
Rachel's grin instantly faltered at the question, but she covered it quickly with her trademark show smile, "It was the cause of our first and only major fight." The brunette supplied.
Now it was Max's turn to be in disbelief, "You guys actually fought?"
Quinn chuckled slightly, "It was really just the one fight but it was bad. Your mother tried to put her fist through her dorm room wall. Poor thing, she just sort of bounced off. Lucky she didn't break anything."
Rachel blushed furiously, "I was angry with you! Understandably too I might add!"
"What could Mom have done that was that bad?" The boy pressed.
"I didn't actually do anything." Quinn smiled, "She just thought I did."
"Quinn, who does this belong to?" Rachel asked, holding the offending article up between the tips of her fingers. She was looking at it as though it would bite her if she was not careful.
"It's not yours?"
Rachel let out a low dry laugh, "Do you really think I would have left this in your car?!" Her voice raised through the indignant question until by the end she was nearly shouting.
"Ok Rach, how about we just take a breath and talk about-"
"Really Quinn? Take a breath?!" The brunette dropped the item and practically leapt from the Jeep, Quinn hadn't even had time to fasten her seatbelt after picking Rachel up outside her dorm building before the discovery happened.
Quinn sprinted after the smaller girl back into the dorm, Rachel yelling all the way up the stairs and down the hall, "Did you REALLY think that you could get away with this? I mean how stupid do you think I am just because I didn't get a near perfect on my SAT and go to a freaking Ivy League?!"
"Rachel please, just let me try to explain-"
"Explain Quinn? There is no explanation for this!" She shouted banging open the door to her room, Quinn caught the heavy wood before it could slam shut on her.
"Rachel, please-" The blonde desperately wanted a chance to talk, to calm Rachel down, but the singer would have none of it.
"God I am such an idiot. I knew this wouldn't work going to different colleges, but you convinced me with your damn smile and you 'our love will persevere' and this is how you show it? Really Quinn?"
"Rach, babe just-"
"What's her name?"
"What?"
"You heard me," Rachel carefully enunciated each word of her question and punctuated them with a step advancing on Quinn, "what is her name?"
"Rachel, I can't believe that you honestly think I would cheat on you!" Finally Quinn's pleading had transformed into anger to match the raging brunette's.
"Well those panties didn't just magically appear in your car now did they?"
"I have never seen those before in my life, you have to trust me."
"I did trust you, and this is what I got for the trouble!" Rachel sighed, the fight seemed to be leaving her body and Quinn tried to capitalize on the moment.
"Please listen to me Rach, I love you."
Suddenly, the brunette exploded. She whirled around, leading with her fist to bring it forcefully against the wall beside the door. A grimace of pain crossed her face but she didn't dare let a gasp of hurt escape her lips. Instead she ground out, "Don't you dare say that anymore. If you loved me, you wouldn't have cheated. Now get out."
"Rachel, your hand, let me at least look at it-"
"No, I don't need your help." The words cut straight through Quinn who had become fixated on the blood seeping from the smaller girls knuckles, "Get out before I call campus security."
Quinn couldn't hide the agony in her eyes, "Rachel, I really do love you."
The girl couldn't meet Quinn's eyes when she whispered her next words, the fight had totally left her body and it took all her will to not collapse to the ground that was shattering around her, "Please, just go."
The blonde should have known better, she should have been able to recognize the broken soul before her, but she was broken down herself so she complied. She turned and left the room, only pausing when she hit the street and walked around get back into her Jeep. She knew which window was Rachel's and when she looked up at it she saw the lights flick off, bringing darkness to the room and her hope.
"Wait you cheated on, Mom?" Nora asked, her eyes wide with concern and confusion at the two women before her. Rachel had taken up residence in her favorite seat in the house- Quinn's lap while the taller woman contentedly ran a hand through her hair.
"Of course not, she only thought that I had."
"So what happened?"
"Santana." Quinn said the name with as much disapproval as possible causing Rachel to laugh.
Santana returned to her dorm room to find Quinn curled into the fetal position around a cushion. Blonde hair stuck out at every angle and her shoulders were still shaking softly.
"Oh my God, what the hell happened to you Q-Ball?" Santana dropped her purse by the door before joining her best friend on the couch. She pulled the crying girl's head onto her lap and gently patted her hair.
"Rachel and I had a fight." Quinn managed to gasp out between pathetic sobs.
It took all of Santana's willpower not to laugh at the tragic state her friend was in, in all the years they had been friends she could count the number of times she had witnessed Quinn cry on one hand.
The blonde was not a pretty crier.
"Over what?" The two of them did not fight. Granted they had been dating for two years, but Rachel and Quinn was the least dysfunctional relationship Santana had ever witnessed. They clearly loved each other immensely and weren't afraid of it like so many others in their position were. The idea of the two fighting in such a destructive way that would leave Quinn like this was foreign to Santana.
"She thinks that I cheated on her." The idea of the sobbing blonde cheating was even more foreign to Santana, Quinn wouldn't do something like that, "But San, I didn't. I didn't cheat on her. I love her."
"I know, hon." She continued idly petting the blonde's hair into some semblance of order while Quinn's sobs finally began to calm, "Why would the munchkin think that?"
"Don't call her that." The blonde chastised out of habit, she wiped her eyes violently one final time, "She found panties in my car. I have no idea how they got in there."
"You're sure they aren't Rachel's? Because I certainly remember at least two distinct occasions where I found articles of the midget's clothing I never wanted to see in your car." She managed in extracting a watery laugh from Quinn.
They sat in silence for a bit before Quinn broke through her reverie, "You didn't notice anything weird in there when you borrowed Bee this weekend, did you?"
"No, Bee was great." She thought back to the weekend, smiling a bit at the memory of when she had gone to visit her own girlfriend. Her hand stilled for a moment in the blonde's hair and her back stiffened marginally.
It was not unnoticed by Quinn, "What is it, San?"
"Nothing." Her voice has risen at least a half an octave on the single word.
Quinn shot up, spinning so she was facing the Latina, "Santana, what do you know?"
The brunette carefully focused her attention on her nails trying to avoid the question. Quinn wasn't having any of it, she grabbed Santana's chin forcing her to meet her eyes, "Santana, what happened?"
"What did they look like?"
"Excuse me?"
"The um... The panties... What did they look like?"
Quinn shut her eyes, bringing a hand up to massage her temple while keeping the other one firmly affixed to Santana's chin so she couldn't escape if she tried, "Santana, what the fuck did you do?"
The Latina groaned, "Um well. Britt and I, we uh..." She trailed off, trying to drop her head to stare at her nails again.
"You had sex in my car?" The question was deathly quiet. Santana's silence should have been answer enough, but after what Quinn just went through, she needed an answer.
She released Santana's chin, slowly standing from the couch, her normally warm hazel eyes were icy as she turned them on the brunette, "You had sex in my car, left behind your underwear, Rachel found them, thinks they belong to a mystery woman I'm cheating on her with, and then she broke up with me." Her voice steadily rose until she was practically shouting.
"It was Britt's underwear." Santana mumbled under her breath.
Quinn had to restrain herself, "Excuse me?"
"I didn't lose my panties, Brittany did."
"I'm going to kick your ass!" Quinn finally surmised before launching forwards at the couch and tackling her friend. The force knocked Santana back and caused the couch to topple over backwards, a lucky cushion prevented the brunette from hitting her head on the floor, years of cheerleading, dance, and fighting on the playground allowed her to continue the momentum, bringing her legs up, she flung Quinn over top of her so the blonde landed sprawled on her back with the Latina straddling her waist, the smaller girl's wrists held in one strong hand.
Quinn harrumphed in annoyance, "Let me go!"
"No, you trying to beat me up is only going to get you hurt and it sure as hell isn't going to get Rachel back." The blonde didn't even try to dispute the first claim, Santana was always the better fighter between the two of them.
The fight finally left Quinn as she stopped straining to free her arms, "What are we going to do?"
A mischievous glint that never meant anything good lit up Santana's eyes, "I have a plan."
"Of course you do."
A/N- So what did ya think?