Hm, so I slaved over this chapter for ages and finally gave up and decided to post it because you guys have been waiting forever. I'm not 100% happy with it but please let me know what you think.

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Quinn means nothing to me The words bounced around Quinn's mind, echoing from her brain through the entire core of her body, twisting and turning her insides until she felt sick.

It was amazing just how much people revealed when they thought that others weren't listening. Quinn may have had her headphones on, but there was no iPod connected to the other end. In fact, she had been sitting near Sam purposefully, so she could listen to what Mercedes was saying. As soon as she heard Sam utter the words, she had realized that eavesdropping was a mistake and she had immediately plugged in her iPod and began playing music on full blast so she didn't have to hear anymore.

Now, sitting on the bus mere minutes after the New Directions had won sectionals, Sam's cold words were all she could think about. She couldn't even worry about Rachel, who was getting married in the next hour. Quinn pressed her soft hand into her forehead, feeling pathetic. She couldn't break down now, not in front of everyone, she had to distract herself; and so, Quinn decided to reason with Rachel one last time. "Hey, how are you feeling?" she leaned over to Rachel, who was sitting opposite her, gazing at Finn.

"If you're hoping that I say nervous then I'm sorry, but I've never been more sure of a decision in my life"

"If you're so sure, why can't you wait a few years? Have a real wedding, in a church and with all your friends and family" Quinn snapped back, she wasn't bitter, she didn't even want to be horrible to Rachel, it was strange how their relationship had grown and developed into friendship over three eventful years. Quinn was just upset, and feeling more alone than ever, and she had no idea how to deal with it other than taking it out on Rachel.

"Look, Quinn, I'm not going to let you ruin what is the happiest day of my life so far, okay? We've won sectionals, we're on the way to Nationals and I'm marrying the love of my life, nothing can bring me down"

"Fine" Quinn replied curtly, before hastily shoving her earphones back in and drowning out the world. She bit her lip in an attempt to hold back the tears that were already brimming her green eyes. Whether or not she agreed with Rachel and Finn's decision, at least they had each other. Of course, Quinn didn't want Finn, it wasn't him specifically that she was upset about. She just wanted someone to love her.. wasn't she meant to be the popular girl?

All around her, people were making plans for their futures, Rachel and Kurt going to New York, Mercedes making a career in music for herself, even Puck had his pool cleaning business. Sure, Quinn was going to Yale, but she was still stuck in the same hole as she was last year, ever since Nationals, or before that, when Finn dumped her, though actually it was even deeper in her past. Finn had never truly loved Quinn, he just thought he did because they ended so abruptly, and it had torn her away from the best thing that had ever happened to her at McKinley, besides Beth.

Sitting in bed, Quinn was pretending to read her book. Though she had been on the same page for the past half an hour and, although she kept reading the same monotonous line over and over, nothing seemed to be going in.

She sighed, throwing the paperback on to the plush, cream carpet. It landed with the slightest of thuds. Who was she pretending for anyways? Her mother? Of course not, she was out, or herself? Why was Quinn so zombie-like nowadays? Shouldn't she be happy, that she's finally escaping Lima? What did it matter what Sam thought of her? There were only a few short weeks left before she could let go and move on for good.

The blonde was feeling pathetic and alone, they had just come back from another sectionals win and yet she was sitting alone in her room in deathly silence. She should be out with her friends, celebrating and possibly drinking a little too much. Instead, they were all at Rachel and Finn's wedding whilst she, who was far too stubborn in her beliefs had been uninvited.

Quinn's phone bleeped out a piercing crescendo.

She closed her eyes wearily, rubbing the delicate lids with her fingers. The smartphone lying on her bedside table had been ringing incessantly for the past hour.

Quinn twisted her lips in thought for half a minute, before grabbing the phone. Perhaps someone cared.

Inbox – 5 new messages the bright screen blared at her.

Mercedes [14:03] – Hey Quinn, you ran off the bus pretty fast after we got back. Are you okay? We should talk, are you going to the wedding?

Rachel [14:30] – Quinn, I know you probably won't change your mind but I really would love it if you could come to the wedding. I would have loved to see you in a bridesmaid's dress.

Santana [14:56] – The color pink and I have been in an argument for several years and now I have to make up with it for Berry? Come save me.

Mercedes [15:16] – Q?

Rachel [15:17] – If you change your mind, the wedding's starting at 4.

Quinn glanced at her vintage themed wall clock. It was 3:37; the Justice of the Peace was just down the road, everything in Lima was close by and if she left soon, she'd be able to make it.

Pursing her lips, Quinn hesitantly tapped the screen of her phone, pulling up Rachel's contact page.

The little green button with a white phone in it was just a tap away.. but did she dare? She'd been thinking, and, shouldn't she just be happy for her friend?

Before she could change her mind, Quinn tapped the screen and brought the phone up to her ear.

"Hello?" came Rachel's voice, slightly hesitantly.

"Hi" Quinn replied slowly. She could hear whispers of 'who is it?' and, 'Is that Q' in the background.

"What do you want Quinn?"

"I just- Rachel, when you were singing today, it was for Finn, wasn't it? Finn and only Finn"

"Yes, I love him so much, I hope you can see that"

"I could tell."

"So will you come to the wedding? There's still time.. we'll wait for you"

"I'm not saying it's the right thing to do, and I still think you should wait a few years but yes, I'll co-"

"Yay!" a piercing cry echoed through the speaker in the top of her phone.

"Ouch, Rachel" Quinn laughed, shaking her head. It would be good for her to go anyways, it would distract from her sitting alone and hating herself.

There was no reply on the other side, "Rachel? ..Rachel, are you still there?"

Faintly, Quinn could hear a slight commotion in the background, there were screams behind but she couldn't make out anything clear until Kurt's voice rang out "It's unlucky for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding!" he shouted. Quinn exhaled, of course Kurt was there, he was Finn's brother and one of Rachel's best friends, even if he didn't agree with it, he was there for support, and she should be too.

"I don't think we could have anymore bad luck Kurt" Rachel replied, and Quinn could practically hear the joy in her voice. There were sounds of shuffling and a door slamming then a "Sorry Quinn, I'm here" came more clearly.

"O-okay" Quinn half laughed, "I'll be there soon, just let me get changed and put some make up on"

"Quinn, one last thing!"

"Yeah?"

"Will you be a bridesmaid? I actually had them make you up a dress already, in the hope that you'd change your mind. I guessed your size. Just put on something pretty and you can change if you have time, if not, just wear pink"

"Sure, I'll see you all in a bit, don't start without me!"

"We won't! Hurry!"

Hastily, Quinn applied her usual make up, a touch of foundation, concealer, eyeliner and mascara. She even added a light shade of pink eye shadow, eye catching but still tasteful to her lids to match what she could only hope would not be a ghastly bridesmaids dress. Then she fluffed up her hair in the mirror. It was now slightly longer than shoulder length. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror, barely recognizing herself.

She shook her head, this was not the time to hate herself, she was in a rush. Quickly, Quinn pulled open her wardrobe, finding an array of dresses, Quinn's fashion sense had always been rather wholesome, and so, she had a lot to choose from. Pulling out a strapless salmon pink dress which bulged slightly at the hips, Quinn nodded. It would do, besides, if she arrived soon enough, she could change into a bridesmaids dress where she wouldn't stand out as much.

Packing her phone, lip gloss and some money in a black clutch and scrawling a note for her mother, Quinn was ready to go.

She hurried to her car, getting in and turning the ignition. It was practically moving before she'd gotten in.

Seatbelt, Quinn she told herself, she may be in a hurry but safety definitely came first.

A sharp crescendo sound pervaded from her bag.

Ignoring it, Quinn pulled out of her driveway and onto the main road. She turned right and sped towards the justice of the peace.

Quinn came to a long line of unmoving traffic. She sighed, eyes widening with worry. As she pulled her car into break, Quinn seized her phone, since they weren't moving, she wouldn't get hurt for being distracted.

Sam [15:49] – Q! I hear you're coming to the wedding!

Rachel [15:54] – Where are you?

Rolling her eyes, Quinn threw the phone onto the passenger seat. It would be safer if she didn't reply to Rachel, and, what did Sam want, to mess with her again? To use her, the way he had at the party? Of course he had only kissed her to make Mercedes jealous, no one loved Quinn. A loud honk from a jeep behind her made Quinn jump, she glanced upwards to find that the light had turned green and there was a large, open space in front of her car. Concentrate, Q! If she wanted to get there on time, she'd have to focus on the roads, though it wasn't looking likely with the state of the traffic.

Bleep, bleep.

Quinn pulled forwards about 50 metres, approaching the front of the four way crossing just as the light turned from amber to red. Cursing, she stopped again, figuring it would be better to wait a couple of minutes rather than risk running through a red light.

She leaned over and grabbed her phone which had somehow bounced off the passenger seat and onto the floor underneath.

Tapping the screen, she revealed 2 new messages.

Rachel [15:58] – Quinn!

Rachel [15:59] – Where are you? We're supposed to start in a minute!

Quinn was about to put the phone back on the passenger seat when it bleeped once more.

Rachel [16:02] – Hurry up!

Quinn quickly tapped a reply, just to calm Rachel down. She could imagine the diva turning into bridezilla and would have chuckled slightly if she wasn't so stressed.

Quinn [16:02] – On my way

There was another sharp honking behind her, and, without thinking, Quinn dropped the phone and immediately pulled her car into drive, stepping on the accelerator pedal.

But she didn't notice the lorry driver who was laughing on his phone rather than paying attention to the roads.

There was a sharp squeal of metal, the sound of futile breaks, rubber tires creating friction on the ground.

Then Quinn's world went dark.

A/N: I'm cruel, I know.. just as they were possibly about to get together

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