A/N: Hi!

This chapter is initially about Quinn and Rachel's first days apart, but then the weekend happens and things change a little bit. I must say it's not one of my favorites, though. I hope you don't hate me for it haha. I'll try to update soon, I promise :)


Rachel's eyelids open slowly, sore from all the crying. Quinn is the first thing that comes to her mind, just like she was the last one on the night before, which feels weird. Is this just because they had a fight? Will it stop once their friendship settles back to normal? She doesn't know. And she doesn't care, to be honest. She just wants Quinn back. Given the fact that the blonde left her phone behind, she should probably call from Yale soon, asking to come get it. It's not like she won't give in and do that. Right?

Wrong. In New Haven, Quinn yawns, puts on a Yale sweater and goes to the Davenport food court get some coffee. She doesn't even bother looking in the mirror. She sure looks like a zombie anyway, and with previous experience she can tell quickly washing her face won't make any difference. She meets Josh one more time, blatantly cutting him off - not that he cares enough about that to stop bugging her. After drinking her coffee, she locks herself in her room, sits on her desk and tries to study, because she hasn't done that at all this weekend and her grades are supposed to be the highest, just like they were at McKinley. She doesn't learn much, though, as her mind keeps being dragged back to a certain tiny jewish brunette.

Rachel goes to the kitchen and makes coffee and waffles, even though she isn't hungry at all. There's no other way to spend her free time; her scheduled time for practice is in two hours. After breakfast, though, the brunette finds out her voice is hoarse and excuses herself from singing. Then, she basically spends the rest of the day near her cellphone, only to be disappointed: Quinn never calls.

It's not because she doesn't want to; it's the complete opposite. Quinn wants it too much, and is afraid calling will ruin any remains of friendship they have right now, because Rachel needs some time to breathe and get over their fallout before they speak again - or so she thinks.


A rough week ensues. Rachel's days are solely dedicated to NYADA, except not really. Whenever there's spare time she just stares at her phone waiting for a call that never comes and checking Quinn's profile on Facebook hoping for updates or signs that she's okay, almost forgetting she's too Quinn Fabray for posting anything on Facebook.

Little does she know the blonde is the complete opposite of "okay", just like her. Quinn finds herself yearning for the berry-scented breaths she could feel when they were snuggled up in bed that Friday more often than she ever thought she would. She loses count of how many times she conference-chats with Santana and Brittany on Skype - who are now respectively in New York and in Ohio - and the topic of the conversation ends up being Rachel. The fact that Santana is in New York now, so close to Rachel, doesn't really mean Quinn allows her to ask the girl about Finn and these things, though. And, in spite of the fact that Santana is Santana and doesn't need Quinn's permission to do anything, she'd rather not interfere, because, having gone through a similar situation, she knows not having your limits respected by your own friends is an awful thing.

It is essentially due to those Skype sessions, though, that Rachel's Saturday turns out to be completely different from the rest of the week.

This Saturday, while she performs the daily activity of going on Facebook to check up on Quinn, she's surprised by the blonde's face on her timeline. It's a screen capture of one of the Skype video conferences, by Brittany, with a caption:

Unholy Trinity skyping. Lebanese talks for the win.

Everybody knows "lebanese" equals "lesbian" in Brittany's language. So, there's that.

There are also a few comments.

Quinn Fabray: Britt, I don't mean to be demanding, but if you don't delete this RIGHT NOW I'm going to kidnap Lord Tubbington!

Santana Lopez: I see why you're doing this, Q. Grow a pair!

Quinn Fabray: Will you please shut up and try to help me, Santana?

Brittany S. Pierce: I support gay equality so I'm not deleting this as that would be just like homophobia.

Quinn Fabray: God. Thank you very much, Brittany.

Brittany S. Pierce: Bless.

Rachel frowns, quite confused with the girls' conversation. She clicks the picture, enlarging it, to see if she can spot something that shouldn't be there. Her look is inevitably directed at Quinn's image for a few seconds. She looks gorgeous, as always. Her cheeks are slightly flushed; short, choppy hair falls perfectly on her eyes and there's a thin smile on her face. It doesn't look very sincere, but then again it could be just the brunette's imagination. Or what she wants reality to be.

There doesn't seem to be any reason for Quinn to want Brittany to delete this picture, though. Is it possible that she's trying to hide something? And why would Santana tell her to "grow a pair" because of that?

Rachel observes every little detail this time, even the wall behind Quinn.

That's when she sees it.

Behind the blonde. Hanging on the wall. Their picture.

Rachel's mouth opens in surprise and she lets out a barely audible "oh my God".

Quinn misses her.

That's what she's trying to hide.

And that's all it takes for Rachel to pack a few clothes, grab the train ticket to New Haven the blonde has given her and leave.


"Shut up." Quinn mutters when she hears Josh beginning to voice what's probably his millionth obnoxious remark since the day they first met. It's been like this for the whole week, but the fact that it's Saturday makes it worse, because she can't make up an excuse about having class.

He becomes silent for a second.

"Make me."

And despite her full-on hatred towards this guy, she does. Because she's up to anything to forget Rachel as soon as possible. Because she's eager to discount all her anger and sadness and frustration on something and Josh is not that bad of an option, muscle-wise and popularity-wise. It's her opportunity to climb the social ladder at Yale and disguise her true issues, so, being Quinn Fabray, she takes it, furiously crashing into his lips.