No one ever threated Quinn Fabray.

Ever.

"You're being selfish, Quinn. You know, you need to just let it go, alright? Finn is with Rachel now and that's all that matters," Santana told her as she looked at the blonde. She hated seeing her so upset, but sometimes it took a little Snix attitude from the latina to make her realize what she was doing wrong.

Quinn looked back at Santana with a glare, but dropped it. "Whatever, you're right. He's off with someone that will only drag him down. It's better that he's with her anyway. I don't want him to ruin me anyway," she said, knowing that it wasn't Finn that she was worried about. She was worried about Rachel, and why Rachel went back to him time and time again. There was so much that Finn didn't know about her. Things that only Quinn knew. Sure, the two weren't the best of friends, but they definitely were. At one point, Quinn looked up to Rachel rather than the other way around, but that time was over with now. She bet that the girl hardly even remembered when the two were friends back in elementary school.

"Just let it go, okay Q? You're stronger without him," she said, looking back at her.

Quinn imagined all of the times where she knew she wasn't. She wasn't strong. She was weak. She nodded at Santana and Brittany, as she looked at the two girls. "Thanks guys, it means a lot, but I think I'm going to get some sleep. I'm feeling kind of out of it," she said, as she hugged them both. They smiled and hugged her back as they walked out of her room. Quinn sighed as she looked around her room, looking for something, anything that she could do. She needed to change. She wasn't herself, and she refused to let anyone else think she was okay. She was tired.

Tired of pretending.

She grabbed her keys as she walked out the door, not even bothering to let her mother know. She got in her car and drove away, speeding off to the mall. She grabbed all of the darkest clothes she could find, and she grabbed a bottle of pink hair dye. She was changing herself. She was changing herself to match her emotions.

Broken.

As soon as she got home, she ran up to her room and locked the doors. She started with her closet. She grabbed everything out of it and threw it out the window, knowing that the former wardrobe wasn't her. She wasn't that goody little two shoes that everyone thought she was. She grabbed a pair of dark skinny jeans and a black t-shirt, and she got to work. She grabbed the scissors from her desk and she started chopping off the hair that had grown at least two inches since her last haircut. She wasn't the cheerio that she thought she was or the Barbie doll that everyone else thought she was. She was Quinn Fabray. No one could define her anymore. She watched as hair fell into the sink, and how choppy it looked. She opened the bottle of hair dye and smothered her hair in the pink mixture, not taking a single moment to hesitate. This was Quinn Fabray.

Waking up the next morning wasn't hard. School wasn't even that bad. She roamed the halls and walked down them like she owned them. She saw Mike, Tina, and Mercedes look at her, and she shot a glare in their direction. She looked straight ahead as she saw Puck look over at her. She stopped suddenly, before turning towards him.

"Say it to my face, Puckerman!" She glared as she got up in his face.

"I wasn't thinking anything, Quinn, jesus calm down," he said as he threw his hands up.

"Yes you were! I know what you were going to say. 'Oh what a train wreck we've got here,'" she said with a growl.

"I wasn't going to say that."

"It's all over your face!" She screamed as she punched him in the face.

He lunged towards her and that's when Finn and Mike came to hold him back. "Puck calm down!" Mike yelled, grabbing his arm, looking at Quinn with a sad look.

"What are you gonna do now, Puck? Punch a girl?" She taunted, looking at him with a glare. "You don't have the balls, Puck. You've gone soft, just like your d-"

Puck tried to lunge towards her again and Finn held him back, "Bro come on, leave her alone!"

"I won't calm down, Finn! I just got bitch slapped by some dirty skank!" He yelled at her.

"That's it!" Quinn yelled as she got closer to him, feeling Santana and Mercedes holding her back. "Quinn calm down!" Santana snapped, looking at her before looking at Puck. "Everyone just calm down!"

Quinn hissed as she pushed the girls off of her, threatening a punch in their direction. She saw Rachel come near and she tried to stay in her bitch mode as she looked towards Puck again.

"What's going on?" She asked, looking at Quinn, completely taken back by her change in wardrobe.

"Nothing," Quinn muttered as she walked away from the scene, trying to get a hold on herself.

"That's right, walk away like you always do, Fabray!" Puck called.

It took everything in her power to not turn around.

Quinn stood under the bleachers, alone. Her so called friends cut class today, and she decided to stay. Just because she was broken didn't mean that she was stupid. She heard footsteps and she dried her eyes quickly before realizing who it was. "What do you want, Berry?" She hissed, looking at the girl up and down.

Rachel looked back at her and bit her lip. "I, uh, I just wanted to say hi. Santana told me where you'd be and I just wanted to say hello. It's been a while since I've seen you, and I guess I just wanted to, uh—"

"Wanted to what? Try and get me to come back? To apologize to Puck? Face it Rachel, I'm not that good girl that you thought I was. This is who I am now."

"Do you really expect me to buy that, Quinn? This isn't you. I've known you forever, and I know that the 'skank' look isn't you. You're a good person, Quinn. You're upset. A lot has happened to you, and you have every right to be upset."

"What's your angle?" Quinn asked suddenly.

"I don't have an angle. I just want my friend back. I want you back."

"This is me, take it or leave it."

"You don't need to do this, Quinn. You have people that care about you. That are worried about you. You just can't see it with the dirt in your eyes," she said, looking at Quinn again. "I know what it's like to be hurt and upset, Quinn, but please don't keep doing this to yourself. You're better than this," she said, realizing that she wasn't about to fight with her again.

Quinn watched as she walked away, and she felt the same feeling in her stomach come back. She felt guilty to make Rachel hurt like this, but she couldn't do anything about it. This was who she had to be right now. As soon as she was alone again, she shed a tear, because she knew that she was hurting too many people.

Especially Rachel.

Rachel was her only concern. It's been like that since elementary school. A feeling only she can give her. And that was love. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, Quinn loved her. She loved her and there was nothing she could do about it. She'd never feel the same.

And that killed her.