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Title: And Then There Was None

Author: Mina Robins

Fandom: Glee

Pairing: Quinn/Rachel, Quinn/Sam, Rachel/Finn

Rating: T

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She had had enough.

She was sick of feeling like she was taking part in some illicit affair. Being in constant turmoil and disgust of what she had to do to keep up with Quinn's juvenile charade.

She had made a decision, a choice and she would be well damned to break a promise she made to herself.

"Stop."

Whatever Quinn had been saying ceased when Rachel opened her eyes and faced the blonde. Quinn knew this expression well, she remembers it from the day Rachel first held her by her arms and firmly instructed her to get packed up, because it was time to move into a loving and nurturing environment. A second later Rachel had pulled Quinn into a surprisingly intense kiss and yet the shorter girl was careful enough not to jostle into the pregnant teen's stomach.

"I love you." Quinn declared, her devotion to Rachel wasn't any less if not more than Rachel's. She just couldn't overcome the prejudice that would come with being, actually being with Rachel. The shame she had already brought to her family due to having Beth. "I love you"

"I know." Rachel lifted a hand to brush away Quinn's bangs away from her eyes. "I know, and I you."

The blonde's eyes were shimmering with tears. Were things okay now, was everything back to normal? Could she breathe again? Quinn found herself automatically reaching out and encircling the smaller girl into her hold, securing the two of them together until there wasn't a single part of their body that wasn't touching.

"But that's not enough," Rachel sighed and began stroking her hands through the blonde's silky mane. "Not anymore."

Quinn finally broke down and began to earnestly cry. "What does that even mean?"

The starlet craved to just let go of her resolve, just to let Quinn back into her life. To be secret lovers, to wait, to be patient, didn't she love the romance of it all? She did, she does but only in a drama filled romance where the two lovers finally unite and throw caution to the wind. Quinn would never vanquish her control, her order. This leaves Rachel to be the only one to end this, whatever this is.

"Quinn," the blonde struggled to hold onto her smaller companion. "Shhhhhh, don't cry okay, it's okay."

"We love each other, when you go to New York I'll go and finish my law degree with you there, we'll be together." The blonde knew she was sounding desperate and clingy and she didn't care.

"What you are asking me is to be disloyal to my boyfriend, to string him along to use him." Rachel rubbed comforting circles up and down her love's back. "I will not."

The cheer captain, used to being HBIC had completely lost her equilibrium. She had not only asked Rachel to do something horribly cruel she was doing it to Sam as well. She was heartless, Santana had called it.

"I just don't understand what you are so afraid of." When the blonde didn't answer she began crying as well and was having a hard time stifling the volume of her voice. "Quinn, please, please be fair, you're asking me to keep us inconspicuous forever."

"No." Quinn tilted back and placed her forehead against Rachel's, prompting to ignore the first part of Rachel's statement. "Just till New York."

"And if I get famous, may I bring you to the red carpet with me?" Quinn's smile faltered a bit as Rachel continued. "Will you allow me to propose to you?"

Quinn lost her ability to speak for a moment, her eyes glued to Rachel's. She wanted to get married? "Those things haven't happen yet."

"No, they have not, nevertheless if they had a chance of ever happening it would mean you accepting your sexuality and being comfortable enough to be with me in the public's eye." Rachel sniffled and laughed a little, trying to pretend she didn't use to spend hours planning the rest of their lives together. "You could have been on the news or television because you understand how I could never stand to be second best, I will become the star of Broadway," Quinn nodded and tried to ignore the fact that Rachel had used the word 'sexuality'. "Maybe more but I would not resolve for less and I wish you could be there with me."

Quinn knew when a conversation is over, and this one had ended. There was no way she can stand letting her mother or father ever know that she was 'one of those fucking queers' she had to let go of the love of her entire life and settle for Sam. Settle for the tolerableness Sam gave her and not the all-encompassing, aching, devouring desire and love she felt for Rachel.

The blonde tucked her face into the nook of Rachel's neck and willed for time to stop. She breathed in the scent of her soul mate and felt her insides clench painfully when she finally let her arms drop to her sides. Quinn briskly swept away her remaining tears and blinking once dove in and gave Rachel every bit of love she felt into a kiss. Rachel knew that Quinn finally, finally understood and this was goodbye.

When they broke apart both girls were crying.

….

They decided to use the front doors, thus by-passing the kitchen and avoiding the now bickering glee team. Rachel swore she heard Santana's agitated voice pronounce 'ping-pong' and Quinn recalled the word 'shove' in the same sentence, the girls looked at one another, tried and failed to resist a giggle that rush from their tired bodies. It was bittersweet just like their kiss, before the rest of their team could come and see them in their ruffled state they rushed up the stairs.

Quinn opened the door and motioned for Rachel to step through first, the brunette smiled and nodded. Deciding to use the bathroom that was actually located within Rachel's room instead of the one that Quinn is pretty sure Santana and Brittany had christened.

"I don't know if I'm strong enough to let you go." The blonde voiced quietly.

Rachel paused and blinked at Quinn, the cheerleader had taken a piece of tissue paper and was dabbing at the edges of her eyes. "I'm trying to fix what beauty I have left." Quinn mumbled self-consciously when she saw Rachel staring at her in the mirrors.

"Quinn," the brunette waited till the taller girl had turned to face her. "You're the most beautiful woman I have and will ever have the pleasure of knowing."

"You're the only one that fills that spot for me." Quinn gasped and started tearing up again. "You're making it impossible for me to let you go now…"

"Darling, do you assume I am strong enough to just cut you from my heart?" Rachel moved her hands to cover her eyes. "I love you Quinn, I've spent my life loving you!"

"Then why are you doing this to me, to us!" The blonde groaned.

Rachel wiped away the remaining wetness from her face and turned on the facet, taking a moment to splash the icy water onto her face. She gripped her hands on the edge of the counter and looked at Quinn in the mirror. "Every time you shrink away from me it hurts, every time you refuse to acknowledge of our love for one another it's like a blade into my heart, I refuse to further partake in this masochistic behaviour."

"I never wanted to hurt you." Quinn reached out her hand and placed it softly on Rachel's lower back. "You're the world to me."

The brunette smiled, "I may be the world to you, however, we do not reside in a world that accepts us the way we wished it did." Rachel's grip had tightened to the point where her knuckles had gone white.

"I don't want to let you go, it's selfish of me, and I know it is Rachel." Quinn took Rachel's hands into her own. "I can't live without you."

The shorter girl released her hands from Quinn's hold and frowned. "You will have to adjust and learn as will I." With that Rachel slowly turned around and walked out of the bathroom. Quinn regarded the bathroom door in a similar manner Rachel had on the fateful night of the Rocky Horror after party. She wanted to yell for Rachel to come back but she remembered that the whole glee club was downstairs. She needed to avoid causing a commotion but craved for Rachel so badly, sighing; Quinn sat down on the edge of the bathtub. She placed her forehead against her knees and wrapped her arms behind her neck.

"Quinn, are you alright?" The tone was careful.

The blonde in question looked up at Sam. The boy had come up to wash up a bit since Santana had thrown a cup of beer at him when… well he wasn't sure what happened, all he knew was how sticky and beer covered he had become.

"Yeah, I'm…" Quinn stared up at Sam, Sam who had offered her a promise ring. Sam who loved her far too much and she who had treated him more like a brother. A boy that hadn't a clue that Rachel was the reason Quinn repeatedly refused to have sex with him. "I'll be fine."

Sam had slightly confused expression on his face, one that reminded the cheerleader of Finn's demeanor. He nodded his head in consent and turned on the facet and took off his shirt. "Santana's kind of nuts when she gets competitive, I think I'm almost scared of her now…"

The cheerleader smirked, that's her Santana, making friends wherever she went. "Sam…" The boy looked at his girlfriend almost like a puppy answering a master's call, the girl sighed. There really wasn't a good enough reason to not have sex with him anymore, well other than the fact that the whole thing with Puck had grossed her out and she had totally taken advantage of her when she was drunk on freaking wine coolers and feeling self-conscious. Quinn quickly shook the thoughts from her head, no she's straight, it's fine to have sex with one's boyfriend when they are straight. "Do you have a condom?"

The boy blinked, his eyes widening with excitement then squinting with concern. "Wait, is this a test, if yes, then 'no' I don't carry a condom anymore cause you don't want to have sex."

"It's not a test."

"Oh, then I may have some in my room." Sam laughed nervously. "Not that I was going to rush you or anything it's just that I like being prepared…" the teen coughed. "Not that I was trying to be prepared for anyone other than you!"

Quinn rolled her eyes, proper casa nova this one was. "Its fine, your parents are away this weekend right?"

Sam nodded his head so quickly it reminded Quinn of a baseball bobble head. "We should go now."

"Really?" Sam sounded so enthusiastic Quinn was expecting him to add 'gee wilikers' to the end of his sentence but he just stood there, one hand clutching his shirt under the water and a mile wide smile etched to his face.

"C'mon." she got up from her seat and walked past her shirtless boyfriend. "You sober enough to drive?"

…

Rachel's brow's knitted together in trepidation when she saw Sam and Quinn leaving with the last half of a Jack Daniel. Neither blonde's even turned to wish her happy birthday or announce their departure. In Sam's case it was cause he was so thrilled that he had almost tripped over his own feet while Quinn was too heartbroken to dare a glance in Rachel's direction.

When the door had closed behind the pair Puck and hooter and hollered. "Blondie is getting laaaaaaaaaid!"

The boys got up and started high fiving each other while Finn looked listlessly at Rachel and Kurt just rolled his eyes and mumbled 'Neanderthals'.

Tina and Brittany had all but fallen asleep on the couch. Santana bit her lip, she had some idea what was going on between Rachel and Quinn and this couldn't be any freaking good for either the New Directions or Cheerios.

The birthday girl shot daggers at Puck with her gaze. "Quinn is not that kind of lady!"

"Whoa, no offense but I call her baby mama for a reason." Puck started laughing nervously when Rachel's glared turned into something that looked like she was trying to will him out of the very existence of time and space. "C'mon relax, shots?"

Rachel took the lid off the small pitcher and proceeded to drink the remaining concoction. When she was done she started coughing. "Rach, you okay?"

Finn had gotten up and was awkwardly trying to pat the petite brunette on the back. "Why'd you do that that must have burnt like hell!"

Rachel huffed and placed the pitcher on the table. "Thank all for being here, you are all welcome to stay the night and there are extra blankets in the closet next to the front door, I will be retiring for the night."

The diva rushed up the stairs with Finn in toll. Puck shrugged and wrapped his arms around a concerned Santana. "Hey lesbros, can I talk you and Brittany into a-"

"No," Santana raised her hand to block off the rest of Puck's question. "I'm not going to start wearing rainbows, cutting my hair or shit like that but me and Brittz are exclusive now, try to respect that Noah."

"Christ Lopez, you haven't called me that since grade school, no offensive to a guy for trying." Puck squeezed Santana and gave her a wry grin. "You two are hot; Puckmister here had to give it a whirl."

"Yeah, whatever." Santana said with a grin, she stood out of the very drunk boy's grasp and watched as he tittered and joined the rest of the crew on the ground in alcoholic black out. After making sure that Brittany was comfortably wrapped up in a blanket the latina walked towards the upstairs washroom.

…..

Rachel had thrown herself on top of her bed and Finn and joined her on it.

"It's Quinn isn't it?"

The petite girl shot her head up to stare at her normally thick boyfriend. "What makes you say that?"

"Did she do something to you?" Finn glowered. "She bully you again?"

She almost sighed with relief when she realized Finn still had no idea what went on between her and Quinn. "No, she would never."

"Cause if she did then you can always come to me." Finn scratched his head. "I'm your boyfriend and I'll always be there for you, it's my job."

Rachel placed her face into her pillow and groaned. Finn and his preconventional morals. Other than the fact that he managed to put up with her insanity which she knew was in itself a little hell he and she just didn't click. But he was the only option left. No, he was her choice now. Quinn had picked her Ken doll or normality and she had chosen Finn.

And now they are going to have to live with it.

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