2 years ago.

Six years. We've been together for six fucking years, and it all comes down to this.

We have not been talking since four weeks ago. No texts, no calls, no anything, which should have been impossible since he drives me to and from work every single day.

We could always try to lessen the weight of the heavy atmosphere that always covers us whenever we're in the car by starting a small talk, sharing how our day went, anything. But we never do. We would just let the silence deafen our ears and avoid each other's gazes, afraid to make our situation worse.

That's until tonight. I'm about to step out of the car when his voice stops me, "It's not working, is it?"

I sigh and pretend I heard nothing. I reach for the door, but his next statement prevents me from opening the door.

"Let's just end this, Quinn."

Great. Of course. After a month of not talking, I should have expected that we would be breaking up the next time we talk.

"I'm really tired. Can't we talk about this later?"

"And what? Pretend it's not happening? Postpone this for tomorrow? This is it, Q. We've reached the end of the line."

"I'm just really tired, Joe. Just please let me think about this. I don't want to do something I'd regret the rest of my life."

"Well, end this, then. Come on, Q. Don't act as if you never saw this coming."

I sigh. "Okay, then. I'm sorry. You—you deserve a lot better, Joe."

"No, Q. We both deserve more than this." He reaches for my hand and places a soft kiss on its back.

I really should be crying now, but I know the tears aren't coming.

"I'm really, really sorry," I barely whisper.

"Don't be. I love you, Quinn. So much. But I know we won't work. I know we're not what each other need. I really hope you'll find whatever you're looking for, Q."

I give him a small smile. "Thank you, Joe. For everything."

"You, too." He spreads his arms. "Friends?"

"Friends." I hug him tight, and let my smile grow.

I pull back, and we stare at each other for a while. Then, we started giggling.

Everything has always been easy with Joe, but he lacks something Finn and Sam had lacked, too. I still can't figure what that is since Joe has been perfect. He was nice, understanding, he loves me very much, and I know I love him back. But there's still this small part of my heart that tells me he's not what I need, that he's not what I am looking for.

"So, I'll see you? I mean, I will still see you, right? No bitterness, awkwardness, or anything?"

I offer him a genuine smile. "Yep. I promise."

"Cool." He lifts his fist and lets me bump it with mine. "Night, Q."

"Night, Joe." I step out of his car and watch him drive away.

As I lay in bed, I realize how relieved the breakup made me feel, how happy it has made me. It feels as if a huge boulder has been taken off my chest.

My cellphone rings and interrupts my thoughts, though.

I smile wider when I read the name of my caller. I am really glad I've kept in touch with everyone in Glee. They've been a big part of my life, after all—a big part of me, even. They've been there for me through every unfortunate event that turned my life upside down—though some of them actually caused some of those events. I love them all, nonetheless. Yes, even Puck who knocked me up and Berry who I still think is annoying as hell, though I must admit that they're both not that bad. Besides, Puck already learned his lesson, and Rachel has become my friend somehow. We're a family, after all, as Rachel would say.

I press the green button. "What's up, Lopez?"

Sorry for the short updates. I have to balance my time between this and my other story. I made it a habit to update daily, so… yeah.

Oh, and this chapter, and the next chapters, would be flashbacks, before Quinn and Santana had a relationship.

And thanks for the responses, guys. Glad you liked it. This was actually supposed to be one-shot, but I decided to mix it with another plot for supposedly another story. I thought this was a pretty good plan, especially seeing all those alerts. :) Love you.