A/N: Okay first of all I sincerely apologize for not updating in FOREVER. I have been SO busy with school and stuff that I just haven't had the time, but I promise I'll update more often! I also promise to update ILWMBF more often too! Anyways THIS is an explosive chapter, and if you dislike Quinn in this story...she's about to give you another reason to. Enjoy (;

Chapter 11: What Have I Done

Quinn took a deep breath and walked into the coffee shop, spotting Rachel immediately. Rachel noticed her and waved her over, a frown on her face. Quinn walked over quickly and took a seat across from her, ready to get this over with.

"So...what do you have to talk to me about." Quinn raised her eyebrow at Rachel, intrigued by what she could possibly know regarding Sam.

"It's about Sam, Quinn."

"I know, you said that in your message. What about him?"

Rachel took a sip of her coffee, wishing she hadn't agreed to tell Quinn. Maybe Finn had been right; she didn't deserve to know. She didn't seem concerned at all nor did she seem worried. If it had been Finn, Rachel would have been going crazy. Then again, Rachel would never cheat on Finn, again, at least. But that had been complicated and out of spite because he had sex with Santana; Sam hadn't done anything wrong. Nevertheless, Rachel was here and couldn't back out now. She had to tell her.

"Sam's gone, Quinn," she said slowly. She watched Quinn's face go from a look of annoyance to a look of confusion. It took her a minute to register what Rachel had said before she could answer.

"Gone? What do you mean gone?"

"Yesterday he went to the bus station...after uh, everything happened. We found him there and he...he said he was going to Toronto, to stay with friends..."

"He went to...Canada?"

"Yes..." Rachel waited for the inevitable question; she waited for Quinn to ask her why. Why he left, why he hadn't told her, anything that could help Quinn understand.

"Did he...did he say why?" And there it was. The question Rachel was dreading. She knew the answer; he had made it pretty clear. She just didn't know how to say it without hurting Quinn, as if she should have even cared about such a thing.

"He um, he said he couldn't be here right now. He couldn't see you...and see Puck...without uh, without feeling angry, hurt, and betrayed. So he...he went to stay up in Canada for a while." Rachel watched tears spill onto Quinn's cheeks as she listened. She quickly wiped them away, sniffling a little as she did.

"Did he say when he'd be back?" Quinn asked, a hint of hopefulness in her voice. Maybe he was just going for the weekend and he'd be back Monday, ready to talk to her and work things out.

"No...no he didn't. But I'm sure he'll be back soon...I mean we have glee and...graduation coming up..." Rachel tried to sound as optimistic as possible, but it was no use. She knew full well Sam wouldn't be back for a while, and she knew Quinn did too.

"Yeah...yeah I..I guess that's true," Quinn said through tears. Rachel offered her a tissue which she took gratefully, wiping her eyes.

"Is that all you had to tell me?

"Actually, no." Rachel's sympathetic look was gone, quickly replaced by a stern one. She folded her hands on the table, looking Quinn in the eyes.

"I understand Sam is gone but I want you to understand something. This does not mean you can come after Finn. If you want Puck, fine, have him, I couldn't care less. But you will not try to get Finn back. We are engaged, and we will be getting married. Maybe not for a while but this ring is a promise, and if you try to destroy that promise? I promise I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your life." Quinn blinked, taken back by everything Rachel had just said. One minute she was attempting to console her, and the next she was basically bitching her out. What was going on?

"Rachel, I-"

"I saw the way you looked at him yesterday," Rachel said, interrupting her. "I saw the jealously in your eyes, the venom in your veins. I get that you're used to getting what you want Quinn but this time it's not happening. I'm sorry about Sam leaving but you know what? It's your own fault; you did that to yourself. Sam is a sweetheart and didn't deserve to be cheated on. You don't deserve him...he's too good for you. But if he takes you back, I hope you learn how to treat him right. Goodbye, Quinn." With that, Rachel took her coffee and left, leaving Quinn sitting there dumbfounded.

Had Rachel Berry just bitched her out? Had she really just said all those things? Did she even have the right? Quinn was angry, no, more than angry; she was pissed off, and she wasn't finished with Rachel. She got up and went out after her, determined to have the last say.

"Hey! Don't walk away like a coward, Berry."

"Excuse me? I'm the coward?" Rachel asked, turning around. "I'm not the one who threw away a good thing because I was horny, for someone else."

"Oh because of course you're little miss perfect, right? That's such bullshit," Quinn spat, walking toward her.

"Is it, Quinn? Last time I checked I'm the one with the boyfriend, and you're the cheating whore."

"HOW DARE YOU!" Quinn screamed, lunging forward to hit Rachel. Rachel backed up just in time, avoiding the swing.

"If you're going to hit me you might as well hit everyone, because EVERYONE says the same thing. Or did you not hear Santana yesterday?"

"Fuck you, you little bitch."

"At least I'm not alone. Or a whore." Quinn lunged for Rachel again, slapping her hard across the face. Rachel screamed and crumbled to the floor, sobbing as she hit the ground.

"What the fuck is going on?" Quinn turned around and saw Finn standing there, his eyes wide open and his veins popping out.

"What did you do?" He pushed past her and knelt on the ground next to Rachel, taking her into his arms.

"She's a bitch, Finn. She got what she de-"

"Shut the fuck up you slut! How dare you hit her! She came here to tell you that Sam left even though you had no right to know because you're a fucking bitch and that's how you repay her?" Finn screamed, holding Rachel closer to him.

"She told me to stay away from you!" Quinn screamed back, her hands balled up into fists. Was he seriously taking her side?

"SO? I'M GLAD! You do need to stay away from me I don't want you Quinn! I don't want you! Why can't you understand that you psychotic bitch!" He stood up, scooping up Rachel into his arms.

"You are such a bitch, Quinn. Sam is so lucky he got away from you." With that Finn walked away with Rachel, bringing her to his car.

Quinn stood there silent, wishing she could erase the past 10 minutes. She wished she had never agreed to talk to Rachel; it hadn't done anything except upset her even more. Now she was standing here with a headache and an aching heart, wishing she could disappear.

~000~

"Wait wait wait. You slapped Rachel? Quinn, why the fuck would you do that?" Puck asked, closing his bedroom door. Quinn had come over looking pissed off, saying a million different things all at once. She rambled as she took six wine coolers from his fridge then proceeded to walk up the stairs to his room.

"Because she was being a bitch!" she yelled, snatching one of the wine coolers from the night stand and opening it. She chugged half of it, slamming the bottle down back on the stand. Puck didn't know what to do; girl drama wasn't exactly his department.

"Quinn...you shouldn't of slapped her."

"She told me to stay away from Finn!"

Puck froze. This was all about Finn? She was bitching and rambling and had slapped Rachel...because she had told her to stay away from Finn?

"Get out."

"What?"

"I said get out." Quinn sat there, confused. Was he really telling her to leave?

"W-what? Why?"

"Because I'm so fucking sick about hearing about Finn! Shut the fuck up! You can't have him get over it! Damn it, I thought I was good enough! I thought now that Sam is gone you and I could be something more than just fuck buddies but I guess I was wrong. I'll never measure up to ol' Finn Hudson right? Well get out. I'm not gonna listen to your bitching, moaning, or complaining. Go talk to someone else. You've officially hurt my feelings. You are the only girl who's ever been able to accomplish that Fabray. So pat yourself on the fucking back and get the hell out of my house."

Puck opened his bedroom door and waited for her to leave. Quinn got off the bed and slowly walked to the door, stopping in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Puck. I didn't mean it that way," she said, tears filling her eyes. It tore him apart to see her cry, but she had seriously messed up this time. He just couldn't be around her right now.

"Just go, Fabray. Just go." She walked out of the room and down the stairs, slowly closing the front door as she left. She crumbled on the ground, crying hysterically. She had managed to piss off everyone she had ever cared about within a time span of 24 hours, and now she was alone. Completely and truly alone.

How crazy was that? Finn is SUCH a great boyfriend, but Quinn is so horrible! And good for Puck for doing what was right for him! What will happen next? Please read and review! Tweets are also great-ArmyMonchele :) TIL NEXT TIME 3

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