Hey guys! I'm back. Thanks for staying put, and patient. I promise, now that it's summer, you'll be hearing from me a lot.

IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

How do you move on from that? How does anyone move on from that? Little did both girls know, that they each had something to be angry about. Quinn stayed put in the kitchen as she continued making the rest of dinner. She was considering poisoning Rachel's food. She was that angry. But of course, Quinn decided against it. She set the table, and sat alone in silence at the head, waiting patiently for Rachel.

Rachel angrily got out of the bath and tied a robe around her naked, wet body. She went into her bedroom and threw on a a loose t shirt and shorts. She couldn't believe Quinn! The nerve on that girl. Just when things were going smoothly, and she was starting to live her life again, news like this had to ruin it all. The brunette took a deep breath in before going downstairs and joining Quinn at the table. "Smells good." She said casually, not revealing any smile as she sat across from Quinn at the table.

"It is." Quinn said dryly, looking down as they began eating in silence.

The tension was evident in the room. Neither was saying a word. It was just filled with chewing and sipping from wine.

Quinn didn't have the right to be angry, Rachel thought.

Rachel didn't have the right to be angry, Quinn thought.

Neither girl understood why the other was angry, but they were about to.

"So how close did you say I was with Finn?" Rachel asked randomly, giving Quinn the chance to save herself.

Quinn looked up and stopped halfway eating. "Why?" She asked hesitantly.

"Just because... I was considering giving him a call. Just to get some more information, and I just want to go into the phone call with enough information to stand a conversation." She lied, proud of herself with how true it sounded.

"Oh." Quinn started, then sipped from her wine. "Well you two dated three separate times. Each time you were more serious than the last. But I mean come on, you were 17. How serious can you be at 17?"

Rachel nodded, scoffing under her breath. She didn't respond, and instead continued eating. She was furious. Shaking with rage.

After the silence continued, Quinn decided it was her turn to speak. "So any new memories?" She asked, looking up.

Rachel avoided looking up. She just shook her head and continued looking down.

"Well I find that odd. Because with the progress you've been making, doctor Pane said you should have had you memories back a while ago."

The brunettes jaw clenched as she slammed her fork down, and a looked up to meet Quinn's eyes. "He also said there was a chance I'd never remember. So lets just be grateful for the progress I have made."

"Don't lie to me." Quinn said sternly.

Rachel scoffed again. "Why? Isn't that what you've been doing this whole time?" She shot back.

The two girls sat in silence for the third time. And they say bad things come in threes.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Quinn denied as she took her plate to the counter, and began cleaning it. Cleaning was her therapy. She always did it when she felt stressed or when she fought with Rachel.

"How about this Quinn, /you/ don't lie to me. I read your book."

Quinn stopped washing and turned around to face Rachel. "I told you not to read them. I told you to stay away and mind your own business!" She yelled

Rachel squinted her eyes and scoffed as she stood up. "That is my business! Those books, all three of those books, they're about our life together. I have the right to read them. I have the right to know my life!"

"You weren't supposed to read them." Quinn said to herself.

"And you weren't supposed to lie to me! I thought we were closer than that. I thought 'our love could stand the odds'. We're supposed to be married Quinn!"

Quinn looked up at Rachel through her eyelashes. "Our love can stand the odds. But it can't if only one of us wants it to. Doctor Pane told me everything. You may not be aware of it, it may be your subconscious, but you/should/ be remembering by now." The blonde started.

"Well I'm sorry if I'm still suffering the consequences from the accident."

"Do you even want to remember?!" Quinn yelled, walking over to the living room.

"What kind of question is that, of course I want to remember!"

"Stop lying to me!" Quinn yelled, kicking over a chair. Great, now she was Finn.

Rachel jumped at the action, and remained silent. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked down.

"You don't want to remember. You won't allow yourself to remember because you have no desire to. I've been working my ass off trying to spark a memory. Making this house not too overwhelming for you. And slowly rebuilding our relationship, so I don't scare you off. Introducing you to a few people per month so you don't crack. This has been hell for me! You know how much I love you? You know how much I just want to grab you and love you like the way we used to? But to find out that you're not even trying, it's breaking my heart." She said, more calmly now. "Why don't you want to?" She asked.

Rachel remained silent for a moment, breathing in as she shut her eyes, tears falling. "I don't know if this is the life I want." She confessed.

Quinn shook her head, in disbelief as Rachel continued.

"I don't want to remember because I don't want this life to be real. I don't want proof that I'm a lesbian. I don't want proof that I live here with you. And I don't want proof that I'm a fucking high school music teacher!"

"So you've let me waste me time? You've led me on, making me believe that memories or not you could love me?" Quinn asked, her vision blurry because of the tears.

"I do l-" Rachel started, but stopped herself before saying it. Because she didn't want to lie. She did love Quinn, but not like that. Not in that way. And saying it would just prove that she was in fact leading her on. "Don't act so innocent Quinn.." She started up again. "You pretend to be this faithful wife you dedicated her whole life to helping me live mine again, when you've been keeping secrets. I have the right to know about my life! It's not fair. You're taking advantage of my memory loss to erase my past to make you look better!"

"I didn't do it to make me look better!"

"So then why did you do it?"

Quinn let tears fall as she looked down. "Finn took you away from me once, I didn't want it happening again. I could see it in your eyes when I mentioned him. You looked like a little boy on Christmas. Suddenly the story became more interesting at the mention of his name. I can't lose you to him, I wouldn't let it happen."

Rachel shook her head, clenching her jaw. "That is not your call to make! This is my life! I trusted you to help me relive it. I trusted you to help me back on my feet, and you kept everything from me. Finn and I were engaged Quinn! We were ready to get married. I had picked out the flowers, the honey moon, the band. And then he left. He left to the army. The vulnerability from his leaving brought me to you. And that's how 'we' started. But I know... I /know/ if he didn't leave, we would have gotten married." Rachel said, tears pouring out of her eyes. "It seems like history is repeating itself. All those years ago, you took advantage of my break up with Finn to make me love you. And now you're doing that with my memory."

Quinn shook her head fiercely. "I would never take advantage of you!" She said defensively. "We didn't start dating until months after Finn left. You were better and over him. Don't put this on me. Don't make me out to be some evil villain who stole you away from your true love." She said, then stormed off.

"Where are you going?" Rachel asked, yelling.

Quinn returned a few moments later with a scrap book. She flipped through the pages. "See this? I am your true love, Rachel. Okay? Not Finn, me. You told me everyday. You said how grateful you were that you found me. And that you no longer hated Finn for leaving, because it brought you to me. /we/ are meant to be. Finn was just some obstacle you had to overcome."

"So if that's true, why did you lie about him?" Rachel yelled, closing the scrapbook, not wanting to see their photos. "If you are so truly confident that I'll choose you in the end, why lie about him?"

"I panicked okay?" She asked, stepping closer and grabbing Rachel's shoulders. "I panicked. I panicked and I'm sorry. I've never lied to you before, and I know you can't trust me, but you need to. Because I'm your wife, and I love you. And I want more than anything, for you to remember. So all this drama, all this fighting, it can go away."

Rachel stepped back, and shook her head. "I can't." Was all she said.

"No." Quinn said, more to herself, as she stepped forward again. "Let yourself remember. Remember my touch, my kisses.." She said, whispering in the girls ear. "Our first time.." She continued. "Remember me, and this will all be over." Quinn leaned in and attached their lips heatedly.

Rachel of course reacted, and moved her lips with Quinn. No matter how angry she was, Quinn's lips were her weakness. Her hands found Quinn's back, scratching roughly at it as their tongues danced together.

The kiss was hot, and both girls were getting sweaty. Quinn moaned into the kiss before finally breaking it. "Woah, okay, pause." She said, chuckling lightly.

Rachel nodded and banged their foreheads together.

"Just tell me you love me. Tell me you love me and I'll forget about this fight. I'll forget that you didn't want to remember. And I'll spent forever making it up to you for lying about Finn. Just tell me you love me, and we'll ride off into the sunlight like we should have 3 months ago."

Rachel shut her eyes, and stepped back. "One more thing." She said, holding up a finger.

Quinn nodded.

"On the first day I moved in, you said that accident was your fault."

Quinn's eyes widened as she gasped quietly to herself.

"You said no more lies." Rachel added.

The blonde looked down, and adjusted her shirt that had been lifted up. "I..." She started, then sat down carefully on the couch. "We got in a fight that night. Ever since we got married, the topic of kids would be the cause of most of our fights. And after a long day of work, you came home with stories. One of which, involved a baby, not much older than a few months. That of course got you talking, which got us fighting. I said some things, you said some things-"

"What things?" Rachel interrupted. "I want to know every detail."

"I told you I wouldn't change my mind for you. I said I didn't want kids and that was that. That I wouldn't make any exceptions, and that kids wasnt in my future plan. Then you said that you wouldn't sacrifice your want for being my wife. You said maybe I wasn't worth the heart ache, then you left." Quinn confessed, seeing the hurt on Rachel's face. "Of course, neither of us meant it. But then you left. You drove off. The weather was bad, so I worried. So of course, I called you. I told you to come home so we could talk, and I apologized. But then the phone cut off, and that's when it happened."

Rachel sat in silence, almost in shock for a few moments before standing up. "I can't." She repeated, just like she did earlier.

"What? No." Quinn said, standing up with her. "Rachel please, I love you. I'm sorry. That night was the worse of my life, I can't lose you again."

Rachel shook her head. "I can't say I love you, because I don't. I can't love a liar, and I don't love someone who wouldn't give me what I wanted most in this world." And then, she was gone.

At the slam of the door, Quinn sunk into the couch and sobbed. It was all too similar. The conversation. The storming out. The tears. Thankfully the weather was okay, but Quinn was still worried. This time, she wouldn't call Rachel. She'd be back. Quinn fell asleep to her own tears, though it was only 8 o clock. She waited for Rachel to return. She had to return, they were true love.

Rachel was driving. Driving to no where. This was all too much. Quinn lied about Finn. Quinn lied about the accident. Quinn wouldn't give her a family. How could Quinn be the one if she has made so many wrong choices?

Eventually, Rachel found herself parked in the parking lot at a coffee shop. She didn't even like coffee, yet she was thirsty, and needed to get out of the car. So she, stepped out and walked inside. Her eyes were still swollen from tears, and her mascara was running, but she couldn't care less. She didn't know anyone here.

She stood patiently in line when she heard, "Rachel?"

Rachel turned around, to see no familiar faces. Suddenly a rather tall, scruffy looking man stepped out of line and towards her. "Oh my god, it's you." He said, smiling.

The brunette furrowed her eyebrows. He did look somewhat familiar, and had been a common face in most of her dreams.

"I heard about you accident. So I guess I should start with: hi, my name is Finn." He said, offering his hand with a charming smile.

Just wanted to say that I've read comments about people being disappointed with the direction I'm taking this story. They said they felt it was the plot in ever faberry amnesia story.

I had no idea! I don't read amnesia fanfics. I mostly read smut or heartfelt romantic ones. So I can honestly say I'm not stealing this idea from anyone.

And there I was, thinking I was creative.