Hey you guys, sorry for teh wait but i have finally finished my finals and i'm going shopping later for my graduation clothes; Anayway i got up early this morning and wrote a little something for you. It's a flashback in Quinn' POV still, and it's part one of the two concerning the fight they had when rachel broke quinn's heart for good. I didn't have the chance to check for any mistakes os let me know if you spot some! Enjoy!

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Last time on i will but i won't:

"Why don't you skype him then Rachel?"

I knew it was a low blow from the moment the words left my lips. But I knew it was going to work like a charm. Wide eyes looked up at me, flashing with hurt. It was clearly written on her face.

How could you?

I knew she'd remember.

It was one of those warm nights with a clear blue sky, twinkling with stars right around the end of march. In fact I remembered the date very well, it was the twenty-first of that month. The date was special because it represented the first time I had come down to New York to stay with Rachel for the weekend. We had been skyping nonstop ever since I settled in at Yale. It had started of as a couple of minutes kind of thing. We would just talk about our day an ask each other advice on lots and lots of subjects. I found out Rachel didn't like her new school very much at first, since she got confronted with about twenty thousand Rachels and Kurts all at once but slowly she learned that they weren't all alike, just their dreams were and she found some really 'close companions' as she put it.

Somehow over time the calls became longer and more frequent until they had a three hour call every day from five till eight pm. It was funny since it was the only time they had corresponding with each other and Rachel had deemed it a cause of life and death to talk for at least those three hours. During their Skype dates they would either be cooking, making homework, Rachel would be practicing a new song she would have to perform or I would test out her facial expressions on her through the webcam, which was always on. She would give me her critique and not take any less then perfection, which I would sometimes find annoying but helped me land a couple of important roles for my exams in drama. I was ever grateful for her patience and help. In return I'd help her tone down some of her performances, I told her it would impress the judges and sometimes when playing a deep and serious character less could actually be more. I remembered how she squealed when I came online that night, smiling and giggling like a little kid on Christmas morning. She had gotten the part and would feature in this little musical down town one night a week for the next three weeks. It was a small part and a not so famous musical but she had been exhilarated and I just felt my chest swell with pride, while I imagined Rachel on that stage doing her thing.

We even came to the point where we would sit down together on each side of our laptops and have dinner together. It were the best months of my life and ever since I went to visit Rachel for the first time to attend this big party one of Rachel's friends had organised, I knew that there was no way I could keep these feelings to herself anymore. The little crush I had on Rachel in High School had grown vehemently with all the Skype dates and the numerous occasions when Rachel would come up to New Haven to surprise me or attend a party I had been raving about for weeks. In return I would happily go to New York to surprise Rachel whenever she had a big audition come up and every time we would go out to this little restaurant down in Tribeca and have the most delicious pasta ever, vegan friendly of course. I never failed to bring a bouquet of lilies with me whenever i went to support Rachel's big auditions and Rachel picked up the habit of bringing gardenia's with her when i had landed a role in one of the small unknown film projects around New Haven.

Flowers became our thing you see, just like having Skype dates and webcam dinners but one night Rachel came home and she looked really upset. My heart ached for her when I saw her tear streaked face on the webcam. I had run out of class early when Rachel had texted me how she was crying and she couldn't stop. I could hear her freaking out even though I was a good distance from her. I could already hear her frantic breaths and her chest rise and fall in panic. I could see for myself how she would freeze up and curl into a little ball. I had seen it all before whenever the auditions didn't go well. I had always held her in my arms, run my fingers through her hair and sang softly to her until she'd calmed down and fell asleep in my arms. I would pick her up and tuck her in and just ly down next until I would fall asleep myself while watching her beautiful angelic face with those silk brown locks spread on the white pillow, her chest rising and falling slowly with every breath she would take and she would look so pretty the only thing I couldn't stop myself from doing was stroking her check with my finger, just once. And she would smile in her sleep.

The next morning she would always be up and ready cooking breakfast and making heaps and heaps of coffee. She never told me any of her recipes even though I begged for them. She told me I might be a good savoury cook, which I still am, but when it came to sweets and baking she was the queen and I couldn't agree more. I never asked her to make me bacon though, I knew it was against her ideas but somehow she always seemed to have a small portion of bacon in her fridge that I could cook. She'd always get a big hug from me in return with a sweet kiss on the cheek to go with it. I remembered her blush when I did it the first time in my excitement to see bacon in the fridge. I had hugged her from behind and lifted her up in the air so her feet just couldn't touch the ground. She had squealed and giggled in surprise but never made any movement to escape from the hug. When I place a tender kiss on her cheek I could see the colour creeping up to her cheeks starting from the baseline of her neck and I had felt a surge of smugness and arousal pass through me. That's when I knew for sure ii was falling for Rachel, and I was falling fast.

So when she had texted me around four pm talking about how they had been talking about this romantic script and they had been stargazing from the top of a building and the main characters had been so in love, that she broke down. Rachel told me how she wanted that so much, to have this romantic pic nic on the roof of a building, overlooking new York. She even told me how her own apartment building was perfect for it but she didn't have anyone to do that with. I had consoled her as much as I could before she told me she would head to bed. It was only five pm at that point so I grabbed my jacket, wallet and keys and headed out for the first store in a range of ten miles. I picked up a bottle of champagne, strawberries and figured I would get some sandwiches when I arrived in new York. I took the first train to new York and got out in grand central station. I could hardly believe what I was doing ut it felt so right, doing this, planning this date. I realised this would be the perfect moment to tell her how I felt and I could feel the butterflies swirling In my stomach. So I ran to the subway and got out a couple of blocks from Rachels apartment. I picked up some vegan sandwiches on the way over there from this little deli where I knew Rachel got most of her stuff. I had grabbed an extra salad too and some soy yoghurt and berries. I knew it was her favourite thing to eat late at night, whenever she was upset she would just scoop down buckets an buckets of this stuff. She said it was even better than vegan ice cream, which I found very hard to believe being a Ben & Jerry's lover and all. I stood in front of her apartment block and nervously rubbed my hands on my jeans clad thighs. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for. And I smiled so wide that one of the ladies that came out just shook her head at me and held the door open when she saw the basket filled with all of the stuff I had bought on the way here. I chuckled nervously and thanked the woman when I entered the building. I took the stairs wanting to relieve some of the tension and excitement I was feeling. I finally arrived at her door and knocked. And when she opened the door with a big smile it vanished when she saw my face and I felt my heart drop.

"Uhm, Hi Quinn.. What are you doing here?"

I picked myself up and tried to blow her away with my million dollar smile. I held the basket up and pointed at it.

"Well, you said you wanted a pic nick on the roof right? So I went out and got allof this tuff I know you like and, uhm, well I figured, we could uhm.."

She smiled at my nervousness and I took it as a good sign when she stilled my trembling hands with her own. I immediately calmed down.

"You came all the way down from New Haven to have a pick nick with me?"

I just nodded, to scared for words. I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks.

"And you bought all of that, just because I was sad and lonely?"

She inquired when she lifted my face up to meet her eyes.

I nodded again, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Can I come in?"

She sighed and her eyes darted around nervously but she could knew she couldn't keep me standing in the hallway like that so she nodded and stepped aside. When I walked in the living room I saw a laptop on the floor and a glass of wine and a half-eaten meal in front of it. I did a double take, I thought she had said she was going to bed. She scraped her throat and I turned around with a confused expression on my face.

"I thought you had said you were heading for bed?"

That's when I noticed her black tight dress that clung to her body in all the right places, the styled hair and the smoky eyes make up. And the only question going through my mind was:

Who did she dress up for?