Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters.

A/N: Currently unbetaed. All mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy!

Quinn fumed into her cream-colored room, pacing around trying desperately to calm down. She thought to herself over and over, running her hands through her short blonde hair, 'No, you shouldn't be angry right now, Quinn. You're starting over. You're becoming a better person. Better people do not blow up for no good reason towards people who are just trying to help.'

The blonde internally debated with herself as she flung her tired body onto the bed, "She might have been trying to help, but all she did was agitate me further. I am trying to come to terms with everything, I don't need her butting in on it, especially if she doesn't even know the real issue. I was doing so well."

She groaned into her pillow and slammed a fist down into the mattress as she tried to listen to the reasonable side of her brain, "I know you were, Quinn. You were doing so much better; but she just wants to be your friend. She seems to care about you. Cut her some slack, after everything you've done to her you should be grateful she still gives a damn; and also, Quinn, with your feelings and how they are you should be more than grateful."

Slowly and deliberately, Quinn sat up sighing and grabbed her laptop. She opened the computer and pressed the 'on' button as she sat against the hard wooden headboard. "Maybe, that's true, but I can't deal with it right now. I need to escape."

Her subconscious didn't fight back anymore as the machine on her lap buzzed to life.

She pulled up the website that was quickly becoming familiar to her and arched her eyebrow in surprise when she noticed a red box with a white '1' in it over her inbox. It was the first messaged she had ever received since she had made her blog, even though she seemed to be quickly gaining followers – fifteen in three days she noted happily.

Though she was curious to read the message, her mind wasn't ready to formulate a response to anything. Quinn, instead, moved her slender fingers over the tracpad and moved the mouse over the new text post option.

As soon as the text field opened, Quinn let her mind shut off and her heart take over– pushing away all of her insecurities and let all of her true thoughts and feelings emerge – allowing Charlie to come through. Charlie's fingers danced easily over the letters of the keyboard as she typed the feelings that Quinn always pushed deep down within herself.

Her eyes scanned each word as they began to formulate the sentences that Quinn could never speak aloud – especially as herself – and quickly Quinn's heavy heart was replaced with a happy vibrancy that was Charlie.

Charlie wrote about how her week had been going; along with things about her friends and family. She poured everything out that had been bothering her before she stormed into her room. She wrote about how she was coming to terms with her new found sexuality – though she believed it had really been there all along – and about a certain petite brunette that had upset set her not twenty minutes earlier. Hell, she wasn't even upset with her, but herself. She kept falling into old habits, snapping at the girl when she had just been trying to help her.

Charlie let it all out; she wasn't afraid. Here, on her special blog, no one knew her. No one knew Quinn. Charlie could be whomever she wanted to be, say whatever she wanted to, post whatever she wanted to, and in extension, Quinn could too.

She ended her post with what she thought of her standard goodbye, "Cheers, Charlie Q," and tagged the post in what she called her calling card, "Charlie writes." Satisfied, and an immense weight lifted off her chest, Charlie clicked the post button.

Wanting to enjoy her solitude just a bit longer, she continued to ignore the message in her inbox and scrolled her dashboard. She reblogged photographs and quotes and anything that enticed her, making sure to add her own little feelings into the tags. Charlie liked to feel involved with what she was posting, connected and understanding of it. This blog was hers, and she was going to make sure every single ounce of it showed who she really was.

Charlie was Quinn and Quinn was Charlie. They were the same person. At first Quinn teased herself saying that she was getting DID, but soon realized that this was just her relaxing and Charlie is just what she called herself when she needed to break free from the turmoil that was her life. Even if she only felt comfortable showing her Charlie side in her own room and to the online world, it didn't mean that Charlie wasn't with her in her classes, or in Glee Club, or just driving down the road. Quinn was Charlie, it was just that Charlie was too hard to expose. Quinn's head was still trying to get away from wanting to have the high social status, and she was afraid that if she let her Charlie side show that Charlie would be tainted and her only happy side would be gone forever; lost to the terrible tragedy that was her life.

So Charlie, or rather the sweet and free side of Quinn, was confined to Quinn's bedroom, only to be released into the cyber web. Of course, that meant Quinn couldn't really be happy anywhere else. She wouldn't allow herself to be. It would mean risking the only part of her mind and soul that still had feeling and happiness within it, and there was no way in Hell Quinn would be risking that.

As she continued to feel lighter and lighter, Charlie finally decided she was ready to read her very first message. She was jittery with nerves and excitement as she clicked the small envelope icon.

"Hi Charlie! I just wanted to let you know that I absolutely adore your blog. I'm really happy I found it, and I can't wait to see what other great posts are to come!"

It was from an anonymous person but none-the-less the message made a smile grace Charlie's face in the soft glow of the screen.

She quickly typed a reply as her mother called her down for dinner.