I AM SO SORRY. SO SO SORRY.
I moved house, and then I re-enrolled for uni, and two of my rats died, I've had a very unfortunate few months. HOWEVER, I intend to power few a couple of chapters and maybe even try to finish this THIS WEEKEND.
I hope you all don't hate me for not updating, and I know this chapter supersucks, but it's just filling, I promise. ITS GONNA GET GOOD.
Thanks for reading! And reviews would be super awesome. SUPER.

She's on the roof when I step out, standing on the very edge and watching something in the street below. I let the door slam shut behind me and she looks up and smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"Santana." She says. It's more of a statement than a greeting.

"Quinn." I reply, moving to stand next to her and leaning over the side.

She doesn't say anything in return, and instead of looking back over the railing, she just stares at me.

"We kissed." She states again. "We kissed and now you can't even look me in the eye."

I'm quiet for a minute, unsure of what to tell her.

"It's not you Quinn. It isn't. You're amazing, but…" She cuts me off before I can finish.

"It's Brittany, isn't it?" She smiles sadly at me, and I just nod.

"It's not that she wouldn't want me to move on, I know that she would. But I feel so guilty. Not about kissing you, that was great, by the way." Quinn blushes at that. "It's just, she should be out here, not me. None of this should be happening. I shouldn't be here." My voice cracks at the end of the sentence, and when I try to speak again, nothing comes out. Before I know it, I'm sobbing and Quinn is pulling me into a hug.

She just holds me while I cry. Cry out all the feelings about Brittany I've been harbouring, cry over everything I've lost. It takes me a good 30 minutes to calm down enough to talk again.

"I'm sorry." I sniffle into her shoulder.

"It's okay 'Tana," she tells me, rubbing circles on my back. "It's okay."

We've somehow ended up sitting on the ground, with me pulled into Quinns lap.

"Am I not hurting you?" I ask her, trying to wiggle off her knee. She just tightens her grip on me.

"Of course you aren't," She reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "You weigh next to nothing. Have you even been eating?"

I look down sheepishly.

"Santana…" she says, in a tone that makes me feel like a naughty child.

"It's not that I haven't been eating! I just haven't been eating a lot, I spend too much time worrying."

She just tuts at me, pulling my head into her chest and giving me a chaste kiss on the forehead, "what am I going to do with you?" She mumbles into my hair.