A/N: Here is yet another chapter. I know, it's great but don't expect it all the time, loves. Enjoy!

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After group, Dr. Glover told Quinn that he was glad that she fit into the group so seamlessly. Others had joined but they didn't last long.

"Hey," Tim said as Quinn grabbed a few cookies off the table. She smiled at him. "You gonna be sticking around?"

"Yeah I think so," she said. "Maddy seems to need a challenger."

"What she needs is a good boot to the ass but a challenger will do," he laughed. "Since you're sticking around, what are you doing on Friday night?"

"What?"

"It's not a date."

"Oh."

"Me, Craig, Brad, Anna and Adam all go to this little coffee shop called A Cappella," Tim told her. "You should come."

"What time?" she asked.

"It'll be right after group."

"Ok. Great."

"Give me your phone," Tim said his hand held out. Quinn quirked an eyebrow at him but handed him her phone. His fingers moved quickly across her screen, he held the phone up, took a picture then handed it back to her. She looked down and saw that he had added his contact information. "Well?"

"Oh. Give me your phone," she laughed. He handed it to her and she did the same as he did.

"Thanks," he smiled a dazzling smile. "Oh and by the way, now that I have your number I'll be calling, texting and doing all the other shit you can do with a phone."

"Well, I'll be doing the same," she laughed.

"See ya," he waved. She waved and returned to the table.

"Hey," a voice said.

"Hey," she said turning to find Craig standing there.

"So, I see Tim got your number," he said.

"So?" she smirked.

"No, nothing but you should know that he spends 93% of his day on the phone so be expecting a phone call or something from his ass," Craig laughed.

"Yeah he mentioned something about that," Quinn laughed.

"Did he invite you for Friday night?"

"He did."

"You coming?"

"Yes."

"Good," Craig smiled a 1000 watt smile. "What are you doing right now?"

"About to put these cookies back and go get something actually tasty, why?" she asked.

"Come on. I know the best place. Did you drive here?" he asked as they exited the building together.

"No, did you?" she asked.

"No. I was driven."

"That's not pretentious."

"No, it's a perk."

"It's Hollywood."

"And I embrace that fact," Craig grinned holding the door open to a little eat-in shop called Saccharine.

"Hey Craig," the short, plump lady behind the counter said as they approached.

"Hey Helen," he smiled. "This is my friend Quinn."

"It's nice to meet you, Quinn," Helen beamed.

"Helen here has a gift," Craig said leaning against the counter.

"What kind of gift?" Quinn asked smiling.

"She can guess exactly what dessert you want," he informed her.

"Really?" she asked.

"It's all lucky guesses, really," Helen said.

"It's not," Craig said shaking his head. "Do it." Helen sighed, looked at them then busied her hands in the glass cases in front of them.

"Here ya go," she said handing Craig a bowl.

"This is perfect," he beamed. "Do Quinn." Helen busied herself again then handed Quinn a bowl as well. Inside was a hunk of chocolate cake smothered in hot fudge and cherries.

"Wow," Quinn said. "This looks great!"

"I told ya," Craig said. "Thanks Helen," he said as he led Quinn to a table.

"This is great. Thank you," Quinn said, digging her fork into her thick cake.

"Yeah, everyone should try this place at least once," he said. "So, what's your last name?"

"Fabray."

"Cool. What's your job?"

"I'm an actor."

"Actively?"

"Yes," she said. "I'm on a soap opera."

"Ahh, which one?" he questioned.

"You watch soaps?" Quinn laughed.

"From time to time. I'm on the road a lot in the summer," Craig said with a crooked grin. "So, which one?"

"The Young and the Restless," she answered. Craig narrowed his eyes and stared at her.

"Jessica Newman!" he exclaimed. "I thought you looked familiar!"

"I can't believe you watch Y&R," she laughed loudly.

"Like I said, when you're on a tour bus for hours during the day, you watch whatever's on," Craig explained. "Plus, the soaps are interesting and a break from my wreck of a life."

"Your life doesn't seem like a wreck," Quinn said.

"Well, it's not. Now. Not completely anyway," he said.

"Oh."

"But my high school guidance counselor, Miss Sauvé, helped me lot," Craig told her. "When I had my first break, it was really just a crack, you know. My girlfriend at the time had gotten pregnant," he said sadly. Quinn shifted in her seat slightly. "She had an abortion and I don't know. I guess it just...I just wanted to be a family. I wanted to prove that I wasn't like my dad and that I could love a kid, wholly, you know," he said meeting her eyes.

"I understand that," she said in a croaky voice. "But why did you need to prove that?" she asked. "If you don't mind my asking."

"It's cool. Uh, my dad, he used to beat me," Craig admitted. "My mom had left him for another guy and he just, you know how it goes. He couldn't hit her so he picked the next best thing," he grinned sadly, "old Craiger here."

"I'm sorry," she said sincerely.

"It's in the past," he chuckled. "But the abuse didn't cause my break. It just was." Craig said. "Finding my best friend with a bullet in his back...that did it."

"Your friend was shot?" Quinn asked shocked.

"Yeah. In a school shooting. This piece of scum that had put a girl in a coma had come back to school and he got bulled and embarrassed on TV and he snapped. He shot my friend and died trying to kill two more of my friends," he told her. She sat silent; eyes wide. "Yeah so after that I did some really dumb shit, tried to marry an ex, beat up my step-dad. It was a mess."

"That seems..." she started.

"Insane?" he joked. "Maybe but so what? But that was my first break. The second one happened over feelings of abandonment," he explained. "So I guess I'm a bi-polar coke head with abandonment issues."

"Where does the coke come in?"

"I was on tour."

"So?"

"My ex-manager got me hooked," he said. "I was still taking my meds. It was a fucked up situation. Needless to say, back to rehab I went."

"I can imagine," she said.

"Well, what about you, Quinn?" Craig asked with a smile. "How'd you end up in our bunch crazies?"

"Long or short version?" Quinn chuckled.

"I've got time."

"Ok. Where to begin?"

"The beginning usually works."

"Right," she said. "I got pregnant in high school," she said. "It was my boyfriend's best friend's baby."

"Wow," Craig said eyes wide.

"Yeah, anyway, I gave her up. I signed away my rights and I made the dad do it too," she continued.

"Why?" he asked tautly. "What did him keeping his rights have to do with you?"

"Um, well nothing. I just...if he had rights then I might have seen her," she said softly.

"Oh."

"Are you annoyed with me?"

"A little?"

"Thanks for the honesty?"

"I'm not going to apologize if that's what you're angling for," Craig said in a matter of fact tone.

"I didn't ask you to," she said.

"Look, I just don't get why that dude being a dad had anything to do with you," he said unabashedly. "You chose not to be a mom. That didn't have shit to do with him."

"You're right. I know that now but things are different now," Quinn said. "Shelby, the baby's mom allows us to see her. She knows that I'm her mom and that Puck, is her father," she told him. "You don't get it, Craig. Realizing that you want to be a mom and knowing that you already have a child that you can't call your own does something to a person."

"I'm sure," he said.

"Anyway, I gave the baby up and then I couldn't look at the baby's father and I just...I don't know. I just tried to pretend like it never happened. I tried to get back to being queen bitch like I was before the pregnancy," she explained.

"How'd that work out for you?" he asked.

"Pretty good for almost a year," Quinn said. "But over the course of that year I just proved to myself that I hadn't changed and that the reason I was childless was because I couldn't manage to make good decisions."

"What's that mean?"

"Beth, that is my daughter, is Puck's like I said. I was dating Finn at the time. I lied about the baby being his, he found out broke up with me and I was basically doing it on my own but not because Puck didn't want to help but because I wouldn't let him," she said. "The next year I was going to try the single game for a while but it didn't work out like I planned and I started dating a guy named Sam. But then I cheated on Sam with Finn."

"The ex?" Craig asked.

"Yes but he was still in love with his ex; who I slapped at prom for ruing my night. Then my cheer coach's sister, Jean died and Finn broke up with me at the funeral because I was this, soulless, emotionless thing and had to force myself to cry in that moment to prove to him that I wasn't. Then my show choir..."

"You were in show choir?" he chuckled.

"Yes and we were national champions," she said matter of factly. "Anyway, we went to New York for Nationals and I was trying to sabotage the performance because I wanted everyone to be upset because I was and I wanted Rachel, that's who Finn was still in love with, to suffer. She loved show choir to distraction. Anyway, a few of my friends helped me out and I didn't go through with it. But I saw one of my best friends, even though I'm sure she doesn't feel that way right now, hugging Sam and while I was happy for her because she deserves a great guy like him, inside a part of me was jealous of her," she told him.

"What do you mean you're sure she doesn't feel that way right now?" Craig questioned.

"That's why I'm in group," Quinn said. "About a week ago I..." she stopped. She was still embarrassed by her behavior.

"Go ahead. I'm sure I've done worse," he said.

"I tried to steal Sam from his wife. My best friend."

"Well damn."

"Yeah."

"Well, I had coke in my room at my best friend's house and when a friend found it I blamed it on my girlfriend," Craig said with a shrug.

"Ok, that's pretty bad, too," Quinn laughed. Craig laughed too and glanced down at his watch, then at the door. "Am I boring you?"

"No. Not at all. I was just..." he said. "Nothing."

"Craig..." she started.

"It's nothing. Look, at least you took that first step, you know?" he said.

"Yeah. I had a mini-break and I'm not ashamed to admit that," Quinn said. "Sam set me on the road of recovery, so I'll always be grateful to him for that but that is the second time he's done that for me."

"This was your second break?"

"Yep."

"Sucks doesn't it?"

"Hugely," she said causing them to laugh again and he looked down at his watch.

"I uh, I need to make a phone call," he said rising from the table. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be here," she said as she watched him step outside the dessert shop. She watched him talking animatedly then he hung up and slid his phone back into his pocket. He came back in and returned to the table. "Everything ok?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "I gotta get going. I'll see Friday at group ok?"

"Ok," Quinn said getting to her feet. She watched Craig go and pay for their dessert then hold the door open for her.

"You need a ride?" he asked.

"No, I live near here," she told him.

"Alright. Be good," he said climbing into the waiting car. Quinn waved as he shut the door and the car sped off.