Chapter 3

As the morning sun rose on the skyline of one of the most beautiful cities, two very lonely women felt nothing but hurt. Rachel had remained seated on the floor watching the door, in vain wishing that her Quinn would return home.

Quinn rose from Kurt's sofa with a sore neck and a heavy heart. The reality hitting her straight away. The fear taking over. "Morning" Quinn spoke to Kurt who was busying himself in the kitchen making breakfast for his guest.

"Morning Quinn, hope you slept ok." Kurt knew Quinn has been tossing and turning all night, he heard her sobs through the apartment walls.

"Thanks for the sofa, I'm not sure where I would have gone. Thanks for everything Kurt" Quinn walked over to the kitchenette area of Kurt's small but homely apartment.

"Anytime. You know that. My home is yours. I'm also here if you need to talk. I want to help you Quinn. You look so lost." Kurt handed Quinn a full steamy mug of coffee.

"Mmmm smells good. Just what I need to start my day." Quinn took the steaming hot mug to her lips and blew to cool the hot liquid down.

"Talking of the day, what do you have planned. I can take a sick day if you want?"

"Oh no Kurt, don't be silly. I'm a big girl. Actually I need to go and see Santana. We have a few things to discuss." Quinn turned her eyes downwards, she didn't'want Kurt to see the anguish in her eyes, when talking about her supposed best friend.

"Oh that will be good for you. If anyone knows how to talk sense into you, it would be Santana. Did you hear her and Brittany made up a last night. Apparently Santana went round there with a ring and made an honest woman out them both. I'm surprised it took Santana so long. Four months for her to get her shit together." Kurt was beaming with the gossip he had been keeping to himself since Quinn arrival.

"Oh really. I wonder why the sudden change in heart? She's never been able to keep it in her pants. Looks like I better pay my best friend a visit to congratulate her." The bitterness in Quinn's voice was plain for all to hear but for some reason Kurt assumed it was the emotions Quinn was feeling after declaring her marriage over.

Rachel knew she needed to prove to Quinn that their love is stronger than this one mistake but she didn't know how or where to start. She also knew she needed to see her wife, one night without speaking was too long. They had already spent too much time and distance apart. Slowly standing from the spot on the floor, she decided its time to fight for their love. Walking to the bathroom, Rachel knew she needed to find Quinn and beg for a second chance.

By the time Quinn had gotten out of the shower and dressed Kurt had already left for the day, just leaving a quick note with a spare key for Quinn. Grabbing her phone, she noticed there were no missed calls, no messages from her wife. Quinn didn't know if she should be happy that Rachel listened to her request for time apart or hurt that Rachel couldn't be bothered to try. Quinn promised herself she wouldn't let any more tears fall today and mess up her make-up. She quickly wiped away the one stray tear, and took a deep breath as she started to head across the city to Santana's office. Nothing in the world was going to stop Quinn from confronting her.

Rachel existed the shower, checking her phone for the millionth time, hoping Quinn would of let her know where she was staying. Rachel knew that Quinn needed time but their was still hope in her heart. Giving into temptation, Rachel wrote a quick text, praying for a response.

Babe, I'm sorry. Are u safe? Can we talk. Please. R x Love you!

Quinn had only just begun her journey over to Santana's office when she heard her phone beep. Quickly casting her eyes across the message, Quinn felt her heartbeat flutter but as quick as that feeling passed she threw the phone to the floor of the car and was more determined than ever to speak to Santana.

Rachel waited a few minutes hoping for a reply. Her wife would normally answer her texts within in minutes but today Rachel knew she wasn't going to see a reply. Picking up her car keys and phone she knew it was time to begin her search, but first she needed to speak to Santana.