This chapter is going to focus a little on faberry (friendship only) and the dynamics of that (not planning on going down that route though, just want to explore that relationship) and then try and break the surface of Quinn's issues. Each chapter will focus on something different hopefully!

This chapter is very very loosely based around the Keith Urban song- Tonight I wanna cry, so it may be a good idea to listen to that.

Thanks so much to all who review, I get all happy when you do. I will be better with updating now as my week of mocks are over!

Quinn sat in the auditorium silently, looking up at the row upon row of chairs. It was a place where she came to just think. She had to do a lot of that lately, as she didn't really have that many people to talk to. Sure people would ask her how her day had been, but they didn't really care for her answer. So she just smiled, said fine, said something sarcastic and walked off, pretending like she had somewhere better to go.

She never did.

Occasionally, in the midst of thought, Quinn would begin to softly hum a tune. It was never anything glam, no big dance routines or power ballads, but something that expressed just who she was. Always a solo, never a duet. Until that Tuesday.

As she began to hum a song she heard on the radio, she heard the familiar voice of another glee club member come in and sing a perfect harmony to what she was mindlessly singing.

Quinn stopped abruptly, as soon as she heard the noise and quickly pulled herself together. She blinked away the tears from her eyes and turned around slowly, letting her death stare come back.

"What are you doing here?" she asked coldly, seeing Rachel standing towards the back of the stage, staring at her, a confused look in her eyes at the blonde.

"Are you okay?" Rachel asked as quietly as she could, showing genuine concern, or as much as she could for someone who was slowly taking the heart of the boy she loved. Something had been up with Quinn, everyone had noticed, but everyone else swept it under the carpet. She had too until she saw her there that day.

"Of course I am," Quinn snapped, turning around to face the seats once more, closing her tired eyes. "Why wouldn't I be."

"You're make-ups run," Rachel replied, taking a few hesitant steps towards her, not knowing if she should be prying where she didn't belong.

"I have hay fever," Quinn replied quickly, rubbing her eyes feverishly with her cardigan sleeve, leaving black stains on the once immaculate white material. She didn't need this.

"It's march," Rachel replied questioningly, as she went and sat next to Quinn, staring to the seats also.

"So? What's with the concern all of a sudden, you never really cared that much before," Quinn asked, sliding away from Rachel's small body.

"I just know what a hard year you've had…" she said, just realising exactly what Quinn had gone through, having never really thought about it that much before. She just took Quinn to be someone brave enough to cope, clearly things were harder than anyone had seen on the surface.

When Quinn stayed silent Rachel began to speak once more. "I mean what with getting pregnant, Finn finding out, you giving Beth up, you and Puck not talking, Sam breaking up with you…"

"Yes, I know my life story thank you," Quinn replied, her voice cracking slightly, as all the memories flashed back.

"I've just never seen you deal with it though," Rachel said, not holding back. "You just never want to talk about it. I mean you gave up a child for goodness sake and the next week you're back at school like nothing's happened. You barely even speak to Puck…"

"Have you ever thought that maybe I can't?" yelled Quinn suddenly, turning to face Rachel. "Did it ever get through your stupid head that maybe I can't cry, because if I cry I'll loose my self control, the one thing I have left. That I can't remember the baby I gave away, because it's a baby I will never be able to get back. That I can't look at Puck without blaming myself for everything he's gone through…"

"Quinn," said Rachel, never realising how hurt she was, never thinking that the reason she was so cruel was because she had so much pain buried deep inside her. She leant out an arm to hug her, to which Quinn seemed to relax into before reality hit her and she jumped up.

"Get off me. I don't need you sympathy Rachel, I don't need anything from you. I just need to get on with my life and forget the past. And you need to forget we ever had the conversation," she snapped, before flying out of the room, leaving a startled Rachel to sit and replay the words in her head.

Quinn stormed out into the rain outside, letting her tears mix with the rain, as she slid down a wall to sit down and put her head between her hands. In that moment, she had just had enough. She didn't care who saw her, she didn't care about her pride or her status.

On that night, she just wanted to cry.