Note: NayannaR, please don't kill me for this chapter. I swear the ending's going to be great. Love yaaaa. :)

Quinn's POV

I walk back to the house after a few hours of draining all the water in my body through weeping in the nearest parking lot. When I reach the door, I see a small note pinned on it.

"I'm really sorry, Q. I screwed up, and I really want to kill myself now because I've hurt you. I know you really don't want to see me right now, so I went to the park for a while. I'll come back later or whenever you want me to. You can send me a message, call me, or whatever. Oh, and you're welcome to slap me, kick me, or whatever torture you want me to feel. I really deserve it. I love you, Q. Only you. I meant it. I still mean it. I meant every word I said, Quinn. I'm really sorry."

I take a deep breath and make my decision.

I will not break my promise.

Santana's POV

I sit on a bench, waiting for Brittany, with two agendas: one, restore my friendship with Brittany since we never really had a closure because she just fucking left me without a word, and two, ask her for some help. She's not really that stupid when it comes to emotions, unlike me obviously.

"San?"

I look up and see Brittany. I try to smile. "Hey, Britts."

"What's up? Are you okay?"

"Uhh, yeah. I just wanted to—"

Brittany stops me when she wraps her arms around me and kisses me right on the lips.

When I finally got over the shock, I push Brittany away. "What the fuck was that for?"

Brittany looks confused. "Puck told me you got drunk last night, and you told him it's because you got jealous of Artie…"

"What?" I didn't mean to shout at her, but I did. "So you assumed I called you because I wanted to tell you I want you back?" I scoff. "Get over yourself, Brittany. Seriously? After everything you've done, you think—"

I close my mouth when Brittany starts crying. "I'm sorry," she mumbles.

I sigh and wrap my arms around her. "I'm sorry, too. For yelling at you. I just… didn't expect that you'd that…"

Brittany snorts. "I screwed you up again, didn't I?" She sighs and I release her from my embrace. "I'm really sorry, S. For everything."

"Yeah, yeah. Save the drama, B. I'm not really in the mood." I reach out my hand. "Friends?"

We both laugh and she takes my hand. "Friends."

She releases my hand and asks, "So, why'd you call me?"

"It's… Quinn. She—"

"You're together and you fought because of what you did last night?"

I nod. "How'd you…"

"Duh. And everyone called me stupid."

I laugh with her. "Uhh… So, yeah. And now, she won't talk to me." I sigh. "How can I let myself mess up, B? Just when I found the one, I—"

"Calm down, S. If she loves you, you have nothing to worry about."

"But I… Argh. I'm so damn stupid, B." I bury my face into my hands.

Brittany wraps an arm around my shoulders. "You'll fix this, San. I promise." Then, she holds my hand and pulls me up. "You need to talk to Quinn now."

"But… I can't. I told her she could text me when she's ready to talk. She hasn't sent me anything yet."

Brittany looks up at the sky for a moment, then beams at me. "You could stay over at my place for the mean time."

I bite my lip. "Okay."

I had to wait for an entire day before my phone beeps. I can feel my face light up when I see Quinn's name on my screen.

"I'm already on my flight back to New York. I'll call you when I get home. I left a spare key under the mat, just in case you still want to stay at my mom's house. Oh, and I followed you to the park yesterday. Congratulations on winning Brittany back."

Fuck.

Brittany enters the guest room. "Did she text you already?"

"Yeah…"

"And? What did she say?"

I jump out of bed. "I need to get to New York. Now."

Quinn's POV

When I wake up because of the loud ringing of my doorbell, I learn something new. Waking up after crying yourself to sleep is a lot worse than waking up with a hangover.

"I'm coming!" I don't even bother fixing my messy morning hair. It's only 5:30 a.m. anyway. It's way too early to make myself look presentable. And way too early for someone to come and visit, while you're at it.

My eyes snap open when I see a sleepy-looking Santana on the other side of the door.

"Oh. Hey, San. What are you doing here?"

"Fine. Since you don't want to listen to any of my explanations, you leave me no choice." She enters the house, locks the door, and kisses me hard.

And, of course, I push her away.

I scoff. "Guess I just kissed Brittany indirectly."

"Quinn, just listen to me, please. Just this once."

"Sure, Santana. I can't wait for your explanation."

Santana sighs and wipes a tear away. "To set things straight, I love you. You're the only one I want even if you don't want to believe me. What you saw at the park? That was a big misunderstanding. I don't know how to make you believe me, but I'm keeping my promise. I love you, Quinn, and I'll love you forever. I-I… don't know what to fucking do, Q."

And with that, Santana breaks down.

If the girl in front of me weren't Santana, I would've slapped her the moment I saw her.

If the girl in front of me weren't Santana, I wouldn't have listened to her explanation. I wouldn't have wanted to force myself to believe that every single word the girl's said to me's true.

If the girl in front of me weren't Santana, I would've scoffed and ended things with her with a simple "fuck you".

If the girl in front of me weren't Santana, I wouldn't have hugged her and kissed her forehead.

If the girl in front of me weren't Santana, I wouldn't have held her close until she calms down and whispered, "You don't have to choose me. You can still keep me if you still want her over me."

But then again, the girl in front of me is Santana, the girl I'm in love with, the girl I'm willing to do anything, accept anything, face anything, or admit anything, sacrifice anything for, so I did everything a sane person, especially a sane Quinn Fabray, would never do.

Soooo. Last chapter coming up! *sniff*