Standard disclaimer, I don't own Glee or any of its characters.

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Chapter 2

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"Seriously Finn, again!?" Quinn yells at the boy in frustration. "What is going on with you two!? Every time I see you she seems to just magically be there, once maybe twice is a coincidence, but this is ridiculous! Every time I see you, you're with her! What is going on between you two!?"

Quinn was furious, for the last week every single time she caught up with Finn; he was hanging out with Rachel Berry. It was like she had become his very own personal little stalker. She would just randomly pop up and stare at him all starry eyed, and it was really starting to get on Quinn's nerves. She had even had the nerve to show up at celibacy club yesterday and shout out about how girls wanted sex just as much as boys. True, she would concede, if only secretly and to herself, but not the point.

Finn, however, didn't seem to see what the big deal was.

"Nothing, I told you, we were just talking, I swear." He promises her.

She arches a brow at him and scowls, "Look, it may be just talking to you, but she's into you and it's not okay that you keep hanging out with her."

"What, so you're telling me who I can and can't hang out with?" He asks her a little angrily.

She throws her hands up in the air, "You can hang out with whoever the hell you want, but it would be nice if you would act like you remember that I'm your girlfriend! You keep meeting up with her, and talking with her, but you suddenly don't seem to have any free time to spend with me! So seriously, are you hooking up with her!? Because if you are the least you could do is man up and be honest about it!"

Quinn turns away from him angrily, her arms crossed.

"Hey," Finn says soothingly as he embraces her from behind. "I promise you, I promise, that there is nothing going on between us. Okay."

Quinn's shoulders sag in defeat. She knows that she's being a little irrational about this. Finn has never given her a reason not to trust him before, but she can't help it. She sees the looks that that girl is giving him, she's obviously into him and sometimes she swears she can see a little something in his eyes when he looks at her too.

She looks down embarrassed and a little scared, she doesn't want to ask this question but she can't help it. "Are you… do you want to break up with me?"

"What!? Of course not." He says gently, he turns her around so that she is facing him and gently lifts her face so that she is staring at him. "You're my girlfriend; I want to be with you."

He then gives her a little half smile, "You have nothing to worry about."

"Really?" She asks, a little smile playing on her face. She really does like him.

"Really." He leans down and kisses her and Quinn can't help but sigh in contentment. They pull apart a minute later.

"Hey I have to go, I'll see you at lunch?" He asks holding her hands in his own, gently swinging them back and forth.

"Yeah." She leans in and they quickly kiss before parting ways. 'It was stupid to worry,' she thinks, feeling much better as she heads to English?

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Okay, so it wasn't stupid to worry. There had been an assembly today and Figgins had announced that the school glee club, "New Directions," were going to sing for them. Quinn hadn't even known that the school had a glee club. A quick look behind her to see the smirk on Santana's and the rest of the cheerios faces had told her that they were all thinking the same thing that she was. This was going to be horribly awful on an epic scale.

Brittany however looked confused and leaned over to speak to her quietly.

"Hey, Quinn?" She whispered.

"Yeah Britt?"

"When did they like, discover new directions?"

"What?"

"Well I mean, I know about the normal directions, you know like West, cause that's where Fieval went to find his family. And I totally know that the opposite of West is East. Plus I remember that the North fought the South, like a thousand years ago to free the slaves from Napoleon and the British. So I know about those directions, but like, what are the new directions? You're super smart, so I figured you'd already know."

Quinn just stared at Brittany for a few seconds, because there was so much wrong with what she had just said that Quinn needed a second to process it.

"Okay first thing Britt," Quinn says nicely, "Remind me to spend more time going over your history notes with you."

"Sure." Brittany shrugs.

"Second, the name of the group is New Directions, it's a glee club, they're going to sing."

"Why would a Geography club sing?"

"What?" Quinn asks even more confused than before.

"They're a Gee club, you know G for Geography, so why would they sing? Unless they're going to sing about going to different countries and stuff which I guess could be kind of cool."

"No, not a G club, a glee club, with an L."

"Oh! So they're like those girls in that Pitch Perfect movie, or something like that?"

"I wouldn't count on it B." Quinn answers with a look and a slow shake of her head, conveying just how bad this was probably going to be.

"Oh," Brittany says sounding much less interested. "That's lame."

Quinn one arm hugs Brittany, grinning at her other best friend, "You said it."

Brittany briefly rests her head on Quinn's shoulder smiling before pulling away when the lights dim and the curtains pull back, signaling the start of the performance.

What Quinn saw next wiped any amusement she might have had about the situation. Finn! Her Finn was on that stage, singing Push It, with the rest of those losers, not only that but he was practically having sex with that girl, with… that… that thing! She forces the tears to not form in her eyes, refuses to allow them to happen, but it's hard. He promised her, he swore to her, that there was nothing going on between them. But there he was, basically going at it with her on stage for the entire school to see. And that was another thing, when the hell had he even joined up with them.

She feels a hand on her shoulder and knows it's Santana while another hand grabs one of her own and squeezes it gently, that one belonging to Brittany. She had told them the other day her worries about Finn and how he was hanging out with that MySpace, Berry girl and she knew that they were trying to support her. Brittany was probably already thinking of ways to try and cheer her up and Santana had probably come up with two or three different ways she could kill them both for her and make it look like an accident.

She wishes they would stop. She is grateful for the support, but they were making it harder for her to keep her composure. This was so humiliating and top that off with the feelings of hurt and betrayal, Quinn wanted nothing more than to run crying from the auditorium. But her pride wouldn't let her, it wouldn't let her run, it wouldn't let her cry, and it wouldn't let her look away and so she just kept staring at them, never once tearing her gaze from the scene before her.

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Unfortunately after the assembly she still had two more classes so she couldn't hunt Finn and that dwarf down like she had wanted to. So she spent the next two hours quietly seething. She must have been putting out some scary, angry vibes because everyone stayed out of her way and even Brittany and Santana were giving her a bit of space.

Which was only a good thing as far as she was concerned. If she was worrying those two then she must be pretty scary right now, and she wanted Finn terrified when she confronted him about this. He had lied to her; he had looked her in the eyes and had promised her that there was nothing going on between him and that girl. He was in so much trouble she didn't even know where to begin. As for that girl, well if she thought that things were bad before, she had absolutely no idea about the storm that was about to hit.

She used to feel a little guilty about how she picked on the girl, not anymore, that went right out the window when she had started thrusting onto her boyfriend like some five dollar whore in front of the entire school. She would make sure and do everything in her power to ensure that the next three years were a living hell for the girl.

The time between the assembly and when the last bell finally rang did nothing to quell her anger. Every second had dragged on like an hour and she found herself getting angrier and angrier. As she got up from her desk and began to storm out the door, intent of finding Finn, she felt a hand gently grab her by the arm.

She turned around, ready to completely destroy whoever was stupid enough to get in her way right now, but managed to stop herself short when she saw that it was Santana and that she and Brittany were both there, just trying to be good friends to her.

"Listen Q, you need any back up on this?" Santana asks.

"No." Quinn replies coolly.

"Look, give me or Britts a call later, alright?"

Quinn just gives a slight nod in response before turning away and leaving to go find her two victims. However as she looked around the school she couldn't find them and nobody seemed to know where they were. She wanted to find Finn first, but she would settle for Berry if she had to. Either way this was getting handled today, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Finally, after twenty minutes of searching, every minute making the blonde girl more upset, she heard a noise coming from the nearby auditorium. It sounded like a piano, and Quinn's eyes widen incredulously. There is no way that even Finn would be so dense as to hang out with her after what happened today. No possible way, even he would have to know that today would have pissed her off.

As she snuck in the back, she found that her suspicions were true; there he was with that girl. They were sitting on some blankets with pillows, talking about something, she couldn't quite hear what, so she crept closer and finally caught the end of what they were saying.

"You, you can kiss me if you want to." Rachel says shyly, hopefully.

"I want to." Is Finn's response, as he moves in slowly and gently lays her down, hovering over her as they begin to kiss.

And as angry as Quinn was, something about this scene caused her entire attitude to shift, and all of her anger morphed into grief. Her eyes filled with tears and she quickly flees the auditorium, completely devastated. Neither Finn or Rachel noticed, too caught up in what they were doing.

Quinn finds herself in front of her locker in an empty hallway, her hands shaking as she cries, making it impossible for her to unlock it. She finally gives up and rests her head against the locker, about ready to just let it all out right then and there, when she hears a quiet voice behind her.

"Hey Fabray." She turns around startled and embarrassed that someone has found her in this state and is mortified to see that it's Puck.

She hastily and angrily wipes the tears from her eyes and growls at him. "What the hell do you want?" She is in no mood to put up with his shit today.

"Look, I came to apologize about how I acted the other day. I was a complete jerk and I wanted to say I'm sorry."

"Great, you've apologized, accepted, now please leave me alone." She turns away from him, hoping that he listens so that he won't see her cry, but instead he grabs her and gently pulls her into a hug. In any other situation, on any other day she would have pushed him away instantly, but her head is everywhere right now so she lets it continue on longer than she should have. Just as she is about to pull away, he begins to speak.

"I'm really sorry about Finn; it wasn't cool that he did that at the assembly. I could tell by the look on your face that it was a bit of a shock, so I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

And that was it for her, she was done. She completely breaks down and lets the other boy hold her. He pulls her close and runs his hands up and down her back soothingly as she cries.

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She stumbles into her bedroom, shaking and in a little pain. The room is spinning, and she's having a hard time breathing. It's late, 9:00, luckily both her parents were passed out and she didn't have to deal with them. She makes her way into her bathroom and leans over the sink as she stares at herself in the mirror.

Her eyes are wide and a little blood shot from all of the alcohol. Her uniform was in disarray and her hair in a messy ponytail. As she continues to stare into the mirror, for one brief moment, a rage overtook her. She felt so angry, so furious, that she was just a moment away from blowing up and tearing everything around her apart. But as soon as the moment came, it passed and all that was left was a feeling of self-loathing defeat.

How could she have done that, how could she have been so stupid? So easily swayed, she had, in one brief moment of weakness compromised everything she believed in. Tears begin to well in her eyes and she suddenly feels sick to her stomach. She rushes over and begins to puke, over and over again, releasing the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl.

Her eyes burn as this is happening, the tears falling from her eyes. When she's finally finished she shakily gets to her feet and slowly undresses. Wincing ever so slightly as she does so. She goes to her shower and turns it on hot, near scalding, and steps in.

She had done it, she had had sex. Not even with her boyfriend, but with her boyfriend's best friend and it had been the worst experience of her life. It had been short, painful, and humiliating. And she tries to think through the alcohol induced cloud in her mind on how she had let it happen.

It was just at the school he had been so sweet and so caring and then he had convinced her to go over to his place to 'hang out.'

"Hang out." She scoffs to herself in derision. She had been so stupid and she knew that it was stupid to go there as well, and as soon as they got there she asked to leave but he offered her a drink and had told her that one drink wouldn't hurt and she had given in because after today she really needed one. Well before she knew what was happening, one drink had become two, and two had become three and suddenly she was spilling all of her worries and fears to the guy. And he listened and consoled her, and she just kept talking and talking and drinking and drinking.

And then she had wondered out loud if she was pretty enough, if maybe that was why Finn wanted to be with Rachel, or maybe she wasn't skinny enough, because while she was certainly fit, Rachel was tiny and maybe that was what he was into.

And Puck, he had told her that it was ridiculous, that she was the prettiest girl in school and that any guy would be lucky to have her, and that Finn was an idiot. And she was drunk enough that she fell for it, she actually fucking fell for it. She had thought that it was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her.

Quinn reaches for the soap as she remembers what happened next.

Puck then leaned in and kissed her and she didn't stop him. He had wanted her, her, and not Rachel. Unlike her supposedly faithful boyfriend, and if felt nice, and as he kissed her she thought about seeing Finn and Rachel kiss and she kissed him back harder, thinking that somehow this would be the perfect revenge for what Finn had done to her.

And when Puck had slid a hand up her shirt and begin to feel her up she didn't stop him, because maybe that was why Finn cheated on her, because she wouldn't let him do it.

And then finally, finally! He tried to move the action below the belt, and for one glorious moment it had cleared her mind enough to tell him to stop. That she was done, and wanted to go home.

"No, stop no… no more." She slurred out.

He rolled his eyes in frustration at her. "You know maybe this is why Finn went looking around? You're so uptight. Let loose and live a little, what's the worst thing that will happen? Seriously, guys like me and Finn, we're sex sharks. We need to feed and if you don't let us, we go hunting. Calm down and just do what comes naturally, and if you can't do that well then there's the door and don't be surprised when this kind of thing happens to you again and again."

And with that he continues on and it's on the tip of her tongue to tell him no, to tell him to go to hell and to push him off her and leave, but he had said all the right things, and pushed all the right buttons, that she hesitated and she found herself asking instead. "What about protection?"

"Don't worry about it." He says moving forward, and as he does all she can think is 'no.'

What followed next was short and painful. She was constantly told how wonderful sex was, how good it felt. By TV, movies, books, hell even her friends had talked about how great it was, but that was not what it had been like for her. He had basically flopped on top of her for a few minutes and then was done and she had been left lying there confused about what had just happened. And then only minutes later, he was basically ushering her out of the house. Telling her that his mom had just gotten home and that she needed to leave because he didn't want her knowing that Quinn was there.

So she had drunkenly stumbled home, dazed and confused and feeling completely awful, and now here she was in this shower with water that just wasn't hot enough trying to wash away this disgusting feeling she was having that just wouldn't disappear no matter how hard she scrubbed.

She finally gets out of the shower when the hot water runs out and doesn't bother getting dressed. She goes to her bed and lies down and notices that her phone is flashing. She blearily reads what it says.

63: Text Messages

12: Missed Calls

She puts her phone down on the dresser and groans in frustration. She doesn't want to do or deal with anything right now, she just wants to go to sleep and pretend that this awful day never happened.

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A.N. So I agonized over writing this chapter. I'm not going to really comment on it other than to say that it was ridiculously hard for me to write and I kind of hated every second of it, but I felt it was necessary for the story.

I'm going to try and have a new chapter up every Friday, it may not always happen that way, what with school and work keeping me busy, but that's the goal.

One final thing, in this story I don't care about real world continuity. And what I mean by that is if I think a song or a movie reference would fit the situation, I'm going to use it, regardless of whether or not it had actually been out at that time. It's in the first season so I think it's like 2009 but if I think that something would fit the situation but it didn't come out till 2012 I would please ask that you just go with it. The point is to tell a good story, not make a historical record.

Thanks for taking the time to read my story and I'll see you next Friday.