A/N – It's been a long time since I've actually updated this, but I'm trying now. I've got a little bit of writers block right now, but I don't think this chapter came out too bad.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own GLEE.

Decisions, Decisions:

He's been thinking about it for days. Quinn will probably try to make his, and Rachel's (mostly Rachel's), lives hell; but really, they haven't even been acting like a couple. If he thinks about it, he doesn't think they've ever acted like a couple. He's almost positive that the only reason Quinn agreed to even marry him in the first place is because she didn't want to be alone.

It's been a week since she's seen Noah, and it's slowly driving her insane. It's wrong to think this, she knows, but shouldn't she get a happy ending? Quinn isn't even happy with him, she doesn't think. Maybe they had a baby together, she still feels tears in her eyes every time she thinks about that, and she knows they'll be connected through Beth forever, but they don't love each other. She knows what love looks like, and it's definitely not something they have.

Santana is worried. She's worried that Quinn is going to do something crazy; she's worried that Rachel is gonna end up broken; and she's worried that Puck isn't gonna be able to do anything to stop any of it.

"Britt Britt," Santana calls loudly, and waits for the bubbly blonde to pop her head into the living room, "I'll be back in a little bit. I have to go talk to Puck, okay?"

Brittany's face lights up as she smiles, "Okay, San. Make sure you tell him not to hurt my Rachie anymore." Santana nods and steps out of the house.

She's glad Quinn's car is gone when she pulls into the drive way, and she sighs softly as she steps out of her car.

Stepping through the door without knocking, because she's Santana and she does what she wants, she calls his name. "San," he frowns, confused, "what're you doin' here?"

"We need to talk. Or, well, I need to talk and you need to listen. Got it?" He knows better than to fight her about things when she has that determined look on her face, so he nods. "So, I don't know what the fuck you plan on doing about the whole being in love with Rachel thing," he opens his mouth to say something, but she keeps right on talking, "but you need to figure it out. I don't want Rachel hurt anymore. You've hurt her enough, Puck, and she's doesn't deserve it anymore. You know why she didn't fight you about marrying Quinn? Why she stayed with Finn for so long? Do you?" Her voice raises and starts to sound a little hysterical the more she talks.

Puck lets out a growl and shakes his head, "fuck, San. No, okay? I don't know why she didn't fight! I don't know, but I wish that I had fought her."

Smiling sadly, she goes on, "she didn't fight you on any of your decisions because she didn't want to be in your way," Puck looks up at her from where he'd flopped down onto the couch, his face a mixture of shock, heartbreak, and anger.

Rachel is finishing up with her first class of the day, she really does love her job, when Tyler steps through the door and she freezes. Her mind is racing as she tries to figure out what he would be doing here, but she can't think of anything.

She forces a smile on her face, "hi," she says, her voice coming out a little strained, "what're you doing here?"

"I just came to see you, Rachel," he smiles, what she assumes he thinks is a charming way. It's just not the right grin, the right face.

She shakes her head, "why?"

Rachel frowns when he sighs, long and hard, "I want another chance, Rach. Please, give me another chance."

"I can't," she grimaces at the sound of her own voice, hard and not so nice, "I just can't. I'm not available."

His eyes widen is surprised anger, "you're seeing someone else?!"

She takes a step back, "lower your voice, Tyler. It's none of your business if I'm seeing someone new or not. Either way, I'm not available." She looks toward the door, and almost lets out a relieved sigh, "My next class is coming in, and you need to leave now," he glares, and with a final snarl, he's gone.

She plasters on her show smile, and greets her next class.

Puck doesn't know what to do with himself anymore today. He doesn't have to go to work, but he cannot be in this house right now. After Santana's little confession of the reason Rachel let him be, she stayed for just a little while, and listened to him get out all his frustration and anger, but she left before he could fall into the sadness. It's his least favorite thing in the world. Puck hates being sad. He absolutely detests it, and he's been more sad lately than ever. He thinks he's made a decision about what he wants now though. He'll thank San for helping with that later. Right now, he needs to go take care of a few things.

Quinn is livid about everything that happened still. How did she end up with two different doors in her face, in one morning? She's supposed to be the HBIC, and she can't even make Rachel upset anymore? She shows a couple of houses to a couple who are looking for their first home, but she just gets more and more angry. This couple is sickeningly sweet, and she hates that. She hates that this couple is sweet and actually in love. She hates it because they have what she wants; and she knows she doesn't have it.

Rachel's stepping out of her car when she gets home later that Monday evening, when Brittany comes dancing out of the house, she twirls down the porch steps, stops in front of Rachel and throws her arms around her, "hi, Rachie!"

Rachel lets out a soft laugh, "Hey, Britt. How was your day?" They walk back up the stairs and into the house, where Rachel smells something delicious, while she listens to Brittany talk about what she did today.

Santana leans against the doorframe to the kitchen watching her girlfriend and her best friend talk to one another. She feels a smile cross her face when Rachel lets out a genuine laugh, "alright, alright. Let's eat dinner."

When she steps into the kitchen Rachel grins at the table; vegan pizza. She loves pizza, it's probably one of her favorite meals, and even though San and Britt aren't vegan, she's glad they'll eat it with her. She sits down, a huge smiles on her face, "I love you guys, ya know?"

Santana nods wearing a grin of her own, "'course we do, Rach. We love you, too."

While they eat, Rachel tells them about her day, tells them about Tyler and it's a surprise to Rachel, and Santana, when no one is calming San, they're calming Britt, who's yelling something about ruining Puckleberry, and killing Tyler. When she's finally calm enough for Rachel to keep telling the story, she tells them what she said, and how mad he looked; but as she looks at San and britt's faces, she knows she doesn't have to worry. They've got her, no matter what.

Puck feels like he's been pacing for hours by the time Quinn finally walks through the door. Before he can say anything she's rambling about her day, and how awful it was. She's in the middle of talking about how much she hated the people she had to show houses to today, when he blurts out what he's been trying to say, what he's been thinking about, what Santana solidified the decision of by telling him about Rachel's reasoning.

"Quinn, I want a divorce."

Decisions, Decisions.

A/N – I actually didn't think I was going to end it that way. I hope you enjoy though. Like I said before, I want to be proud of the story like I was with the very first chapter. I don't know about this chapter yet, but I'm definitely trying. So, if I re-write this chapter or a couple of other ones, don't be surprised.

So, I hope you enjoyed!

- Katie