AN: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

AN2: I apologize for the late update. I've had to rewrite this chapter a bit. Okay so a few things. 1) I've decided that both Santana and Brittany are attending NYU. 2) With recent episodes I now ship Samcedes, it probably won't be mentioned much in her, but you never know. 3) Depending on how things turn out, Joe (Samuel's character) may have a role in this fic. And 4) We won the poll. (If you don't know what I'm talking about then good for you) Please forgive any grammatical errors, or any other errors. Reviews and suggestions welcome. I own nothing.

My Happy Ending

It was the day Quinn was to leave for New Haven. She was sitting on the couch in her living room lazily flipping through channels. There wasn't anything really interesting to watch and to be completely honest Quinn wasn't in much of a mood to pay much attention to anything. This should have been a happy day; finally getting out of Lima, but it wasn't. Quinn had been dreading this day since she found out Rachel didn't get into NYADA. She even considered staying behind and attending community college, but what good would that do? A ring of the doorbell disturbed her thoughts and she turned the TV off. "I'll get it," she called.

She walked over to the door and opened it. She was greeted by Sam, Santana, and Brittany. This was it; they were leaving. Well, sadly not Sam. He would be attending Lima Community College, and was only here to drop the girls off at the airport and to say farewell. "You ready to get out this loser town, Q?"

"Yeah," she answered weakly. "Just give me a sec." Quinn went over to the stairwell. "It's Sam, San, and Britt!" she called up to her mom. Judy came scrambling out of her room not a second latter, camera in hand. She wrapped her daughter in a big hug, and then proceeded to do the same to the other two girls.

"I can't believe this day is here," she said as she went back to Quinn. "Well, come on. Let me take some pictures," she all but ordered when the kids had yet to move. The lightheartedness of their little photo-shoot did some good for Quinn; by the end of it she actually had a smile on her face. "I'm so proud of you, Quinnie," Judy said once again hugging her daughter.

"Mom, please. We'll be late for our flight," Quinn whined.

"Don't give me that. I know very well that your flight doesn't leave for hours."

"Yeah, but we still need to visit Sam's parents so I can say goodbye to Stevie and Stacy," Quinn explained. "I can't leave without seeing those two one last time." Reluctantly Judy let her daughter go.

They went up to Quinn's room to grab her things and stuff them in Sam's already full car. The amount of time it took to close the trunk was a silent reminder that Rachel was supposed to drive her while Santana and Brittany went with Sam. With one last shove Sam was finally able to get it shut and the four of them went back inside to give Judy one last goodbye. As they left she grasped onto Quinn's arm. "Quinnie? Can I say one more thing before you leave?" Quinn signaled her friend to go ahead and headed back with her mom. "I wanted to apologize for what I said before."

"It's okay mom. I told you already. I completely forgot about it."

"You've forgotten it, but you haven't forgiven me," her mother stated. Quinn was silent.

"No," she said softly. "And," she continued after deep breath. "I don't think I will if you keep pushing it." Judy nodded, and let Quinn go. She got into Sam's car and took the seat in the back next to Brittany. Sam wanted to make sure Brittany and Santana kept their hands and lips to themselves.

"Alright, ladies. Let's get this show on the road." Sam pulled out of the Fabray driveway and made his way to his parents' place. Quinn stared blankly out the window as the life she once knew was slowly drifting away. Her face was all but glued to the window when the other three began animately talking with one another.

She finally turned her attention away from the scenery that was passing her by when she felt a hand over hers. "You okay, Q?" Brittany asked as she slipped out of her previous conversation.

"Not really," she confessed. Quinn wanted to lie, but she'd already been lying to herself for the longest time. "Singing that song was a stupid idea," she said softly. Although there was no need to be quiet because both Sam and Santana knew how she felt about Rachel.

"No, it wasn't. I'm sure Rachel loved it." Brittany wasn't being as discreet as Quinn and thus easily captured the attention of the other two occupants of the car. Santana looked back at her best friend and girlfriend while Sam kept his attention on the road.

"Still aching for Berry pie, Q?" the Latina teased, hoping to lighten the mood. Quinn just let herself sink in her seat.

"San, don't be mean."

"Britt, it's okay. Can we just stop talking about Rachel?"

They agreed, which resulted in the rest of the drive to be a silent one. Although the way Santana and Brittany kept looking at each other told Quinn that the pair was talking through their eyes. She could typically catch on to what they were saying, but not this time, though she didn't need to guess that they were continuing on, and from the looks of it arguing, about Rachel.

"We're here," Sam announced after what, to Quinn, felt like an eternity. He hopped out with Quinn quickly following. They approached the door until Sam noticed that Brittany and Santana were missing. He ran back yelling "Not in my car!" Quinn laughed silently, and the door swung open.

"Quinn!" Stevie yelled happily. "Stacy, Quinn's here!" His sister came running, her face a bright smile. Quinn squatted down as the pair sprinted towards her. She caught them in an arm each, squeezing them as tightly as they squeezed back. "We've missed you." Stacy nodded her head furiously into Quinn's shoulder in agreement.

"I've miss you too. Sam's at the car; he should be here soon." Quinn brought them back inside where they were watching The Looney Tunes. She sat down on the couch with one of them on either side of her. Sam got in with Brittany and Santana in tow after an exceedingly long amount of time. "Took you long enough; he's such a wimp, isn't he?" Quinn asked his siblings. "Can't even take on two girls. Why did I ever date him?" she teased causing them to laugh at him.

"Ha-ha, very funny. I'd like to see you try."

"I have, and I've got the scars to prove it." Santana and Brittany giggled at the fond memory of the time Quinn did try to get in between them. It ended with her getting locked out of her own house for an hour, and having to wash her sheets at least a dozen times before she was comfortable sleeping on them again.

Sam sat down on the couch while Santana went over at an armchair on the side and had Brittany sit on her lap. "Hey, don't you two have something for Quinn?" Sam asked his siblings.

"Oh, right!" Stevie bounced out of his seat. "Come on Stacy, let's go find it." His sister jumped up and followed him.

"Find what?" Quinn asked before they could disappear.

"We made you a goodbye card," Stacy answered before leaving the room.

"That's it!" Brittany leapt up from Santana's lap that she nearly fell over. "You should write Rachel a goodbye letter. I've got some stationary in one of my bags! Or at least I think Lord Tubbington pack my stationary." They all looked at her quizzically.

"Britt, did you just say that your cat packed your bags?"

"Yeah, he always does," she responded as though it was completely normal. "Well except for my underwear. Lord Tubbington never packs enough underwear for me, so I do that myself." They continued to stare at her, although Santana now had a smirk on her face. "Give your keys, Sam." He handed them to her, and she went of dragging Santana with her before the Latina could protest.

"Why can't any of you just let this be?" Quinn huffed out of frustration.

"Can you blame us? You called Rachel so much last night that I still have "Defying Gravity" stuck in my head."

"Oh, sorry."

"Don't be. I get it. I went through the same thing-"

"No you didn't! You were with Mercedes; I was never with Rachel. For so long I was just-"

"Here it is Quinn," Stevie and Stacy both took their previous seats on either side of Quinn as they handed her the homemade card. It was a light blue with 'Goodbye Quinn' written in a rainbow of colors on the outside. She opened it to see herself drawn like a lion pouncing on the two kids. It was their favorite game to play when she used to babysit them. Underneath it read 'Don't forget us. Love, Stevie and Stacy.'

"I love it." She hugged the two of them tightly. "And of course I won't forget you." They let go reluctantly when their mother told them to eat. Quinn placed the card on the table then noticed that something was off. "Brittany and Santana have been gone for a while."

"Fuck!" he was quickly out the door. He came back in far more quickly than the previous time, but had neither girl with him and instead just carried the stationary Brittany had talked about. "Here," he said blandly as he handed her the stationary. "I'm going to take a quick shower," the words came out slowly and Quinn finally realized that the boy had yet to give her any eye contact. He had obviously gotten to his car too late, and she had to cover her mouth with her hands to muffle the laughter that was certain to come out. When he was gone, Quinn took out a sheet of the stationary and found a nearby pen.

Dear Rachel,

The pen hovered over the piece of paper uncertainly; close enough to touch, but not enough force to leave any ink.

I wanted to say I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said

Scratch that out.

You're making a mistake Rachel

Scratch that out, too.

I love you

Didn't even right that one.

She leaned back in the couch and let out an audible sigh. She tossed out the letter she was working on and retrieved a new, clean sheet.

Dear Rachel,

I don't know what I'm doing, or what I'm thinking. I don't know why I'm writing this, and I don't know what I'm trying to say. I know that those words came out wrong yesterday, but I meant everything I said. Maybe I lashed out at Finn a bit, but all of it was true. You're not the same girl I met four years ago. I miss you Rachel, the REAL you. I'll still love care about you no matter what, but you don't have that fire in you anymore.

And I don't want the fight we had to be the last memory I have of you. And I don't want it to be the last memory you have of me. And I'm sorry for all those horrible things I've ever done to you. And I'm sorry that I've never apologized for all those things before. I'm sorry that I rejected your friendship out of fear.

I want you to be a part of my life, Rachel so I'll write you once a week. I don't know if you'll read them or respond to them. You might not even be reading this one, but I'll write you anyway. And you know my address, so if you ever want to visit you can just drop by.

Sincerely, Quinn Fabray

Quinn finished then folded the piece of paper. She searched the living room for an envelope and found one just as Sam got back into the room. She stuffed it inside and wrote 'Rachel Berry' on the outside, complete with her signature gold star. Though it wasn't gold because all Quinn had to use was a black pen. They said goodbye to Sam's parents and siblings and went back to the car where Brittany and Santana had just finished their previous "activities."

"You two can stay in the back," Quinn said as she took shotgun. Sam shook his head and mumbled something about having to burn that seat. Surprisingly, with their tension resolved, Brittany and Santana were able to their PDA to a minimum. The four of them found it funny that during the entire drive to the airport that they were able to keep their lips off each other.

They got to the airport and the pair in the back quickly exited to grab their stuff. Quinn stayed in the passenger seat fiddling with the letter in her hand. "Do you want me to give that to her or not?" She looked up and then looked back down. "I can even make sure she reads it; I do live with her." Quinn quickly hands it to him as she heads out the door. She goes for her stuff, which her friends have already gotten out of the car.

"Ready for this girls?"

AN: Thanks for reading. Reviews please.