Sorry it took me so long to upload a new chapter, my faberry energy kind of died because of the lack of feedback. But I'm up and running again so no worries. Look forward to the next chapter :D
"Quinn your here", Rachel turns around and her heart drops as the overwhelming beauty of the brunette submerses in the blonde's eyes. She shakes her head, imaging Rachel walking down the aisle to Finn, trying to keep her tears in. "Just as I thought, you look beautiful in that brides maid dress."
"I'm not going to be one of your brides maid Rachel." Her smile shrinks into a frown.
"Why did you come here then Quinn?"
"I'm not gonna stand around and watch you ruin your life by marrying Finn Hudson!" Her voice echos into the room but the brunette stands there as if she had heard nothing.
She wasn't going to give her up. Not to Finn, the boy who could barely support her when she was pregnant. She couldn't let her take the same path, not with everything she had in front of her.
"You can't marry him, you can't."
"You can't tell me what I can and cannot do Quinn, I can marry whom ever I want." She crosses her arms in disbelief. "Why are you even here, I thought you didn't care."
"Your making the biggest mistake of your life! You think you'll be happier with him after high school but you won't Rachel, you won't."
"We love each other Quinn, there's no doubt about that. If we have love that's all we will ever need-"
"That's what people say at there weddings but you know what happens. They break up and that's exactly what's going to happen Rachel. Face it. Hes dragging you down and you know it. Even if he decided to go to New York with you, what makes you think that will change a thing."
"That's perfectly normal, people make a lot of mistakes and learn from them."
"Rachel, do you even hear your own words coming out of your mouth? People don't choose to make mistakes, knowing that it is one."
She turns around trying to hide her tears. Nothing was going to change her from make this decision. No one.
"Why- Why do you even care?"
"Because we are friends."
Rachel softly questions her, "Can you even call us friends?"
The blonde tries to clear the clump in her throat and the aching in her heart, "because even though, we aren't exactly friends you helped me. Out of everyone who ignored me, pushed me to the side, thought I was completely hopeless, Rachel, you stopped me from making a mistake I'd regret my entire life and that's why I'm standing here right now, to return the favor."
"You once told me, if the roles were reversed, you'd torture me." Rachel begins to sniffle remembering the awful things the blonde has once done, "So why not let me pull through with marrying Finn."
"I've changed."
You changed me.
"You obviously haven't Quinn, I thought you came here to tell me you change your mind but I was wrong. If you were a true friend you'd support me."
"As much as I wanted to I can't support this." She couldn't hold it in no longer and the undenying feeling in her chest burst open, out of it's cage. "-because I love you."
That wasn't the plan!
The girl's face remains emotion less as she tries to bridge all the pieces together.
Quick!
Take it back before it's too late.
"I love you Rachel, not as a friend, sister, or admirer but as a lover."
Piece by piece.
Shes lying to get her way.
How far is she willing to go to stop the actual wedding?
Stop this nonsense now.
"You have no right to drop all of this on me Quinn. Do you actually think I'd think I'd change my mind because of how you feel?"
The blonde bites her lip back fighting the tears from falling in front of the girl, regretting that she had confessed to her. Why did she even come here in the first place believing she could change her mind but what hurt most was that the diva hadn't even given her feelings a second thought and it churned her stomach into knots.
"If you really love me Quinn, you'd support me by being at the wedding."
The blonde looks away, crying into her arm. It hurt more knowing that the brunette knew her feelings and yet was still willing to marry him. Marrying him. Expecting her presence. Marrying him.
"I'm sorry Rachel, I can't."
"Very well then. I'm sorry to say but I can't afford to have you at the wedding." The brunette turns back to her mirror and her eyes cringe as the blonde throws the pink dress to the floor.
"Gladly." Quinn exits the door and closes it behind her. Immediately, after she leaves, her tears choke her as they slide down her neck. She slumps to the ground crying into the palm of her hands. Bare with the naked truth.
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Quinn places her hand on the door, not sure if she had came to the right place. Brittany was the one who could cheer her up no matter what situation and here she was in front o her house. She knocks on the door and no one answers. She picks up her phone and dials her number. The door opens and she is surprised it's not Brittany.
"Hi Ms. Pierce is Brittany home?"
"Girl problems again?"
"Something like that."
"Okay. Well they are upstairs."
"They?"
"Yes. Brittany and Santana."
"Oh." She rushes up the stairs and goes into her room not bothering to knock. "Mom I told you to knock before coming inside!" Brittany looks over to the door angry and her expression drops seeing the blonde flustered in red. "Fuck, I'm sorry." Quinn shields her eyes and closes the door to a minimal crack.
Santana head was in between Brittany's legs and they were..you know. Having sex.
She hears whispering inside the room and points her feet in the direction away from the door.
"Who was that?"
"Fuck Quinn." The Latina growls.
"I should of had known you were busy, when you didn't answer your phones." She hears rustling and feels sick to her stomach. This was Santana's Brittany time and no one could keep her from having her Brittany time. "-you know what I'll come back next time."
She attempts to close the door when Brit stops it. "It's okay Q. You wanted to talk about something?"
"It's fine."
"You already ruined the mood, might as well stay."
Brit turns her head yelling, "San!"
"It's true." Santana smirks as she puts her top back on.
The blonde opens the door and Quinn makes her way in, "Why aren't you with Rachel, San?"
"To watch her put on wedding dresses? No thank you. I wouldn't help much either, all I'd do is throw negative comments, left and right."
"Oh." Brittany studies the girl's face closely."Have you been crying Q?"
She trembles as the girl caresses her face, "It's okay. We are here for you." Brit gently guides the blonde's head into her shoulder and she begins to cry.
"Time out!" Santana growls. "Put a shirt on first, I can't be serious if your milkshakes are bouncing everywhere."
Brit hands the girl to Santana and then throws a new shirt on.
"What's wrong Q?" She begins to mummer into her chest and Santana lifts the girl's face to her eye level.
"Q, as much as I want to help you, I can't understand a word your saying."
"Rachel."
"Go on."
"She's getting married."
"Okay so she's getting married what's the problem?"
"Finn."
Santana looks up at Brittany, not sure what to do because she was never really good at talking about things like this. Quinn was surprised herself how patient Santana was being right now. "Okay, tell me something I don't know."
"I told her how I felt and she rejected me."
"What did you tell her Q?" Brit sits by her side and Quinn leans her head on her shoulder. "I told her I couldn't go through with the wedding and that..that I loathed her."
"Loved?" The blonde nods slightly and grips her friend's hands. "I told her how I felt and she flat out rejected me, telling me she was getting married anyways."
"So what did you do?"
"I ran saying I couldn't support it."
"Are you going to in the end?" San wipes her tears as before they fall.
Quinn shakes her head slides her hands through her hair, gripping it. "I don't know." Santana looks at her broken friend in pity, "If you love her you'll go through with it."
That's how it always was. Playing along like her feelings didn't matter because let's face it, it didn't. These past three years, she had locked it away believing nothing would happen, but now the tiny bit of hope she had kept in, broke as well.
Rachel was getting married to Finn and that was the bottom line. There was no what ifs. There was no Quinn in the option to begin with.
"I need to go."
"Why so sudden?" Brit holds on to her hand but she lets go as the blonde says, "I need to solve things on my own."
"Where are planning on going?"
"Home."
When she arrives home there is a pink dress hanging on her dresser. Judy peers into the room and smiles. "Oh your home, your friend of yours just came by to drop it off."
"It's so simple but it's so beautiful don't you think."
Quinn gazes over the fabric and clenches it in her fist as she reads a card, with gold engraving, Maid of Honor.
This was reality. Ready or not Rachel was going to get married by the end of Senior year. Ready or not she was going to put her feelings aside of her friend.
If Rachel couldn't see the mistake in her decision, there was no way she was going to miss the wedding. That wasn't the mistake she was going to make.
Still can't believe how many people continue to read my story. Anyways, I'm sorry for those of you are waiting for a new chapter update. I been busy with college stuff and soon to come AP testing so I won't be able to write again till late May. I also feel like rewriting the whole enchilada but that will have to wait till I actually finish this series so don't fret. I will return :)