Sorry for the delay, computer keys have been broken so been trying to write all this on my phone, proving hard to edit on such a small device. so any mistakes are completely my fault.

Thanks again

She had been beyond distracted, on a mission really. Drive. Anywhere, everywhere she could. Instead here she was, face to face with the girl that had been giving her nothing but bother since the moment they met. It was kind of poetic, well not so much poetic but just really good timing. She needed an outlet, a reason to blow off steam. A reason not to be perfect.

She's angry, but she is not sure if she's more angry at the fact that she was knocked to the floor, or that when she was the person that knocked her to the floor continued without a second glance. The latter, definitely the latter. She admits she throws around the phrase "go all lima heights" too freely, but this situation was a legitimate excuse to use it.

"Yo peroxide disaster, who do you think you are?"

"Not now Santana, I have no time for one of your outbursts. Get out of my way before i damage your pretty face."

"Really? Did you just mention my flalwless face?!" A flustered Santana shouts from the cold concrete, before pushing herself to both feet.

"Well at least your bad boob job acted as a safety bag," she snarks back immediately. She's had a enough of the intimidation, of the constant bitching. This was her chance to settle whatever beef Santana had with her. Slap in the face. Another punch to the face. Whatever it took. At this point she was so far from a sane state of mind that all bets where off.

Rachel not only brought the best in her, but evidently also brought the worst out in her. "She thinks' you're perfect" still echoed throughout her troubled mind. She wasn't perfect, she could prove that.

"Just back off. I wouldn't want you to have to get a nose job to match."

Quinn barely finishes the sentence before a fist collides with her face. She can feel the tension in the left side of her face, the tissues beginning to bruise. The unmistakeable throbbing coming from where fist connected with bone. It's sore but nothing she hasn't felt before. She has taken her fair share of punches, and given back twice as hard.

Her appearance throws people off. At first glance, the blonde locks and astonishing face leads you to believe she was innocent and weaker than she seemed.

Santana was one of the ones to make that unfortunate mistake, unaware that throwing that punch would cause a switch to be flipped. For Quinn to snap. She clenches both hands at her side, releases a shakey breath and swings back. Hitting Santana on the right side of her face, causing her to stumble back and trip on the kerb.

"Better to be shown as a failure now, than later," she thinks before a face of resolve crosses once worried features.

"OH hell no. I am not some push around that will fold at that," she's on her feet quicker than Quinn expected, inching closer to the blonde who's eyes have glazed over with intense determination, "try anything else like that, and i'll put you down. Got it?"

Santana pushes past, her shoulder making contact with Quinn's. She hates this girl. Loathes her even. Brittany comes first though. Any other time, another place and things would go differently. Her hand firmly grasps the handle just as she feels a tight pinching in her hair, followed by a firm swing. She loses her balance yet again. This time she uses the momentum from the tug to her pony tail. she transfers all that energy into a swing. A right jab to be more correct.

"What the hell is your problem? The hobbit not putting out? Trying to act like a little schoolboy, literally pulling on my pigtails, well not interested."

"Jesh, stop being so self involved. You're not God's gift. Stop acting like it. You're a bitch. Plain and simple."

She wasn't sure as to why she swung again, or as to why the girl didn't move or try any form of self defence. But knuckles made contact with jaw, and a loud crack could be heard. Followed by a scream.

Quinn composes herself before turning on her heels. She may have left a unconscious Santana lying on the floor, but her own face showed red marks already forming. She deserved it. She deserved worse.

Her body won't move it's as if the shock as made it impossible. Well actually yes, that is what happened. Quinn had ran away, and all because she thought she was perfect. Yes she did have an impossible allure. And those hazel eyes and that perfectly sculpted Jaw...

"What was i thinking again? Oh yes, how dare Quinn run off. Of course i think she is perfect, i wouldn't settle for anything else. She is being beyond absurd. Really."

Brittany watched as Rachel had an inner monologue. It was quite adorable really. She saw where she blushed. Then where she chastised herself. Then ultimately rewarded herself with a smile.

Smiling wasn't as common as one would think in regards to Rachel.

Thinking of Finn caused a knot to form in her stomach. A constant reminder of questions unanswered. What if i had been better? What if we had got married? So many "what ifs?"

And yet there where more with Quinn.

What if they became more? What if she fell in love with her? Could she? Would i really want to? id we belong together? Was it a fleeting feeling? Did Quinn love her or did she imagine it all.?

Falling in love is said to be a very rare event. But what about thinking of falling in love. Did that count. Was it a cop out?

A scream can be beard. Its shrill and echoes pain. Sam Brittany and Rachel run in the direction of the sharp piercing yell.

They find an unconscious Santana and cloud of dust from spinning tyre wheels.