It's fucking freezing out here. Isn't April supposed to be the beginning of spring? This time last year we were all preparing for so many things; graduation, nationals, college. It's amazing how much has changed in just one year. I had gone from one of the highest points in my life to this dark and confusing place of turmoil. My emotions now bounce from a day to day basis. Up until a couple of months ago I was even bouncing cities.

I know coming to New York was the right decision; I feel like I could call this place home. I guess I just have to find some sense of belonging here. I've always had the drive to be the best at whatever activities I got involved in, and I usually was. Being competitive was just second nature to me. Maybe that's what's missing right now. I need something to thrive at. I gave up a full cheer-leading scholarship at Louisville University to come here. I need to find something soon, or regret might start setting in. I don't want to come off as a pathetic loser to Quinn when she comes to visit either. I mean, I could just imagine Rachel meeting her at the train station; "Where's Santana?" "Oh she's at home in her pajamas eating cereal on the couch again." There's no way in hell I would allow myself to be the expense of one of their jokes. I'm not proud; I just want to retain some of my dignity. Here I was, back at the bottom of the ladder trying to climb my way back up to the top.

I looked down at my phone. It was now 8:09. Jess was supposed to meet me out front of Callback's at 8:00. She hadn't messaged me back in an hour, not since she was on the way. I suppose I could wait out here a while longer before I headed inside.

I wrapped my arms tightly around my chest and pulled myself further into my warm leather jacket in attempt to absorb some of my own heat. There were a lot of people standing around front the piano bar chatting, couples caressing, and I could hear people already singing inside as the bass pumped to an Ellie Goulding song. I recognized the vocals to "Hanging on" and began lightly breathing the words to myself as I looked around me. Laughing to myself after I realized how fitting the lyrics actually were. That's always awkward. I sang along regardless. That's one of the reasons I agreed to coming here tonight. I needed some kind of emotional outlet. Since fucking anyone was obviously out of the question. Performing was one of the most satisfying ways I could achieve a release.

Rachel, Kurt, and Adam were already inside making sure we got a decent table. I wanted to wait outside for Jess alone. I needed some fresh air and time to myself.

I leant my head back against the frigid brick as I unconsciously began swaying my hips to the music coming from inside. I shifted my glance up to the sky. A good portion of the view was obstructed by the buildings, but I could still see the moon as it sneered at me. I couldn't help but wonder if Quinn was out there somewhere, looking up at the same moon. The thought that she could be was comforting enough, although if she was, she was probably looking at it with her new mystery lover. That thought bothered me way more than it should have. If Rachel hadn't mentioned the new boyfriend thing I think I might have even gotten up the courage to call her tonight, or at least send her a message.

Someone had begun playing Ellie Goulding's "I know you care" at the piano in response to the previous song. The wind had picked up and some of the people started going inside. I allowed myself to close my eyes and let my mind go blank as I continued to wait, letting the music from inside come crashing through me like a tsunami and pulling me out to sea. I could drown in it, peacefully. In this moment I was free. I felt liberated from the constraints of space, time, and most importantly her.

"Guess who…" I felt a pair of warm hands gently cover my eyes and a soft voice whisper the words into my ear. It jerked me back into reality, away from whatever euphoric state I had drifted off to. She released her hands and smiled before she gave me a hug and apologized for being late.

We sat down to meet the others at our usual tables towards the back of the room. It was more private over here and we weren't watched as carefully, just in case someone came to check the others I. D's. I would sometimes get drinks for them with my fake I.D. We had this whole routine figured out for getting the drinks; I felt like I was some secret agent whenever we would do it. Rachel and Kurt had already somehow managed to drag me to this place several times since I had come to New York.

Saturdays were the once a week competition nights at Callbacks, aside from being open mic. The competitions were pretty basic. You could have up to a maximum of four people perform for the competition, and the leader of your group (the one who signed up) had to be a NYADA student. The winners weren't judged by how many songs they performed, but by the audience's reaction to the ones they did, and the one vote each group leader was allowed to cast. The winners of the competition got their bill covered by the house for the night. Not bad stakes if you ask me. Of course, I was known to rack up a pretty hefty drinking bill since I had come to New York. I had to claim my "Stage Name" Rosario on nights like that. I could pass for 21, right?

It was fun to watch the silly dance routines some of the groups would come up with. It almost reminded me of being in Glee club. The competitions also had themes. There would be different Musicals, Artists, and Genres listed on the signup sheet and your group had to perform something in that context if you wanted to have a good chance of winning. We didn't come here last Saturday but it was obvious who one of the Artists on the list was considering the songs I was hearing earlier. Rachel and Kurt had yet to compete since they first started coming here. I'm not sure why, and I didn't bother asking.

When I had introduced everyone, I was worried that Jess might not hit it off with the others. I couldn't have been more wrong. She had been snapping photos of us all throughout the night. She was currently completely infatuated with whatever conversation she was having with Rachel. Apparently she thought Rachel was the most interesting person on the planet. I'm hoping it was just the drinks she had gotten for them kicking in. Kurt and his man bitch were already up by the stage getting ready to perform. Adam had mentioned he wanted to perform some songs by The Scene Aesthetic earlier. He said it would be perfect for the two of them. This should be interesting…

So, here I am, just sitting and left to my own devices playing with my phone. I promised Rachel I wouldn't drink much; I hadn't even gone up to the bar once. I wish I could have said the same for her and Jess. Apparently I was going to be playing chaperone tonight, just lovely.

"Oh my god, Santana…"

Rachel seemed to be in a drunken stupor and was turned towards the stage with puppy dog eyes at some Neanderthal who was performing. Jess took this opportunity to scoot her chair right up against mine. Her breath reeked something awful. She leaned her chin on my shoulder making sure I was the only one to hear her.

What in the hell were those two drinking?

Fuck, that's disgusting.

"Why didn't you tell me your roommate was such a-"

She turned her head for a moment and eyed Rachel. I recognized that look…

"…babe."

Um, gross…

"Do you think she likes me?!"

Oh. My. God.

This so wasn't happening right now. This girl was almost as pathetic and hopeless as me. I had to let her down gently, and try not to laugh at her in the process. Try being the key word there. At least she wasn't as drunk as I suspected her to be at first. She could hold her liquor better than Rachel; that was for sure. I needed to cut off that girl's supply. Thank god she was oblivious to this conversation.

"Jess…" I pushed her away so that I could make eye contact with her as I spoke, and shook my head at her.

"Well... Are you going to put in a good word for me!? Come on Santana, I promise I'll make it up to you. I really like her. She's so sweet! What should I say to her?" She was staring at the back of Rachel's head again.

God, this girl was truly oblivious. I almost pitied her. She was like a lonely bisexual vulture. When she drank she became some kind of alcohol induced sex predator. She hadn't a fucking clue. We were clearly going to have to work on this at some point if we were going to keep going out like this…

"Jess, stop it. Cool your cooter for two fucking seconds. I hate to break it to your tipsy ass, but… Rachel doesn't play for that team. She's just a very, very friendly drunk. It's not going to happen, okay... Believe me. I was already there once in high school. She's the straightest musical theater student in this building." I shot her a serious look hoping to put out the growing fire that was the hunger in her eyes.

"Oh, shit…. I'm such a fucking imbecile. Why am I so terrible at this!" She slapped herself in the face and kept her hand there. "I'm so sorry... I was never any good at this."

I tried to keep a serious face, but on the inside I was hysterically laughing at this girl. A small smirk had managed to escape and I had to bite my lip to stop it from growing.

I can't do this…

I couldn't fight it any longer and broke out into hysterically laughter.

"What? Why are you laughing at me? I mean come on, this is just sad. There's no other word for it. Sad, sad, sad, sad, sad!" She banged her hand onto the table for every time she said the word "sad." She started laughing at herself along with me as I couldn't control myself. My stomach was beginning to actually hurt from laughing so hard.

"It's not sad… It's funny as hell though..."

"Stop laughing at my misery! I'm sad, and you're just… sick!" She was giving me the dirtiest look, even though she was laughing at herself.

The laughter began to die down. Then Rachel tilted her head backwards onto the table to see what we were doing. Her mouth was wide open and she crossed her eyes at us. She looked absolutely ridiculous like that. Just as our laughter had stopped, one look from Rachel's face and we both broke out into hysterics all over again.

This girl really was just as hopeless as me.

"Honestly Jess, you and I aren't so different. Trust me… I'm just as "sad" as you are. The only difference is I'm way hotter."

"Yeah, well, let's pretend that whole Rachel thing didn't just happen. If you ever bring that up I'm going to do something… I don't know what. But when I find out, I won't tell you!" I elbowed her in the ribs at her threatening statement, and sarcastically laughed at her.

As if.

"Ouch… Kidding, I was kidding!" She rubbed where I elbowed her. Maybe I did that a little too hard…

"So, after you're done beating me up, do you still want to talk about it?"

I crinkled my eyebrows together and shot her a puzzled look. "Talk about what …Rachel?" I looked over at the very drunk brunette who was now rocking backwards in her seat, and then back to Jess.

She looked over at Rachel and started laughing again very, very loudly before she continued.

"Um, no…"

"…About your girl problems. We never did get a chance to talk about that last night. I know I'm a little inebriated and all, but I'm not blind. I can see it on your face."

Is it that obvious?

"It's fine. We honestly don't have to talk about that right now. I'm just happy to be out tonight and having a good time." I shrugged at her. She didn't look satisfied with my sugar-coated response.

Damn. You better think of a way to avoid this conversation, Santana. This isn't the right time or place to talk about it, even though part of me feels like I really need to get this weight off of my chest.

"I know! Let's go sing, come on sad girl…" I stood up and grabbed at her wrist, planning to drag her up to the stage with me.

She put the complete force of her weight into not moving from her seat. What the hell?

"Whoa there tiger! I do not sing. Well at least not in front of other people. And if I did want to make that much of a fool of myself, I'd need to have a lot more to drink than this. If I went up there to sing right now, let's just say, that I hope you brought some ear plugs. My singing voice is horrendous. Have you heard my laugh? Yeah, well my singing doesn't sound much better."

I didn't know whether to laugh or feel sad for her after hearing that. Oh, I was aware of her laugh. If that was any inclination to her singing voice, I certainly wasn't going to push the issue any further. Not everyone could sing and I'm pretty sure she didn't even know that's part of the reason we came here tonight. I guess I'd have to go up there alone. Rachel was definitely way too gone to even try.

"Everyone can sing Jess!"

Rachel yelled, deciding to join in on our little conversation, clearly only hearing bits and pieces. Rachel got up from her seat, turning around to face us.

What is she doing?

"The hills are alive…!"

"With the sound of…!"

Several people whipped their heads around only to glare at us. Rachel had begun singing in an extremely loud and operatic tone, flailing her arms into the air dangerously to emphasis her singing. Before I could stop Little Miss Julie Andrews, Jess had beaten me to it. She wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled her back down to her seat, quickly engaging her in a conversation in hopes to quell the god awful diva scene she was making. The sad thing is I'm sure Rachel actually thought she was on some Austrian mountainside when she started that outburst.

"Do me a favor and keep an eye on our little Broadway star. I'm going to go up to the stage and show these amateurs how it's done in Lima. Please, do not give her any more drinks. This is only the first layer of drunken Rachel… Trust me, if you want to see tomorrow, you don't want to see the others…" I said in a grave tone and raised both of my eyebrows at her. Oh, I was serious.

Jess' eyes popped out of her head and her mouth went agape in shock; I saw something on her expression that resembled true fear.

Last time we had a party at our apartment Rachel swore she'd only drink a little. That then turned into a little more, then a little more, and then one bottle of rum later she was out on the fire escape serenading the entire neighborhood at 3:00am. We were convinced she was reenacting one of the scenes from West Side Story. I'm almost positive if Hollywood had heard her, which I'm sure they did, they would have given her a record contract just to shut her the fuck up. I had to promise the people screaming profane things out their windows I'd stop her just to keep them from calling the cops.

When I had gotten up towards the stage I ended up sitting down to chat with Kurt and Adam for a while instead. We watched some others perform. Adam asked me if I'd sing a duet with him, and after seeing the twinkle in Kurt's eye at the very idea; how could I say no? He told me it was lady's choice. I hadn't actually given any though as to what I wanted to sing yet so I took a moment to decide.

I wasn't sure quite where the inspiration came from, but I asked him if he'd sing Lady Antebellum's "I Need You Now" with me. He was happy to accommodate my request. He bowed towards me and gestured his arm out towards the stage.

"My lady…" He hooked arms with me and led us the short distance.

Jess saw what was getting ready to happen and started walking over with Rachel to join us closer to the stage. They sat down at our new table next to Kurt in anticipation to watch me perform.

"Yay, Santana!" Rachel stood up and clapped her hands in excitement.

Just before we started the song, Jess pulled out the camera she had been carrying around all night and a little red light went on.

I poured my soul into the words and withheld no emotions. It felt good to belt it out like that and command a stage. Hell, I could see myself doing this for a living, and from the faces in the crowd, they could too. The whole room had gone silent once we had started. Our voices carried eerily through the room with precision. Every eye in the room was fixated on me when I was singing. I loved the feeling of being naked up there like that almost as much as I loved…

What the hell is wrong with you?

After we got a standing ovation from everyone we sat back down at our table with the others. Rachel, Kurt, and I told Jess and Adam stories of our glory years in Glee club. Jess had begged us to know more about our singing background. She was clearly impressed. I had nothing else going on in my life right now, so I more than willingly welcomed the opportunity to gloat about it.

Jess mentioned something to me about a Club near her apartment hiring new performers and I told her I'd have to check it out. Rachel volunteered to give me a reference. I all but laughed in her face, although I was happy to see she was beginning to sober up.

Jess was just in the middle of showing us the many pictures she had taken during the night and was about to play the video, when my phone went off on the table in front of us. I briefly glanced at the time as I reached for my phone. It was 11:11. Why did I think it would be later?

I didn't recognize the number on the screen. Who the hell would be calling me right now anyways? Anyone that I could possibly think of was sitting here at this table. I never got calls from numbers I didn't recognize. I guess it could be an emergency; it was a little late for a phone call. Maybe something happened with mom or dad… I had to answer it and make sure everything was alright.

I quietly left the table and walked towards the women's bathroom to escape the noisy room so that I could hear whoever it was clearly. Answering on the fifth ring, hoping they didn't already hang up on me.

"Hello?"

I entered the bathroom just in time to speak. There was no one in here, and the room drowned out the noise from the bar, so I could be sure to hear anything the person on the other line had to say. They took a few seconds to reply while breathing heavily into the phone. For a moment I thought it might be someone trying to prank me.

"Hello yourself, Rosario."

I dropped the phone onto the checkered tiles below when I heard the voice…

Shit!

I scurried down to the floor with my now shaky Jell-O-like hands to pick up the phone in frenzy. An uncomfortable tingling started growing in my chest and began running out and up my torso, across my arms, and up to my face causing it to go flush. I walked over and into to one of the closest stalls and shut the door behind me, leaning my back up against the door for support so I didn't fall over in fear that I might faint.

Why is my body reacting like this?

"Cat got your tongue babe…?" She was making kissing noises into the phone now.

"…Meow?"

She began laughing out of tune after she spoke, and I could hear a lot of background noise including music and indistinct voices. Actually, she sounded really, really strange now that I was listening more carefully. If she spoke again she might have sounded like she did after she had been drinking.

"Ahah! Oh! S-s-stop that. Robert! Mmm-mmm! …No! I'm talking to my friend… Don't… Mmmm... Seriously!"

Hearing her giggling and moaning into the phone saying some guys name didn't exactly give me the greatest feeling in the world. Although it didn't sound very welcomed from the tone she was using.

What was that?

I heard a slap, and then a male voice groan "Ouch" painfully in the background. Whoever he was, he didn't seem to be bothering her anymore.

"Fine, be that way…" I heard him speak but his voice became distant.

What the fuck?!

Did she call me just to make out with some guy on the phone? Is this some fucked up and demented cruel joke or something? Is she getting off on this? Oh, no fucking way…

"What do you want?!" I spat into the phone before I clinched my teeth together in rage.

"I-I want to hear your voice …of course!"

I could practically hear her pouting like a little kid on the other line. I didn't want to play games with her. What did she think she was doing to me?! It was too late to play nice. I could feel the heat radiating and rage building up inside my body. She hadn't spoken to me since that night. Not even once, and now she was speaking to me, like this.

"And what in the hell makes you think I would want to hear yours?!" I clenched my left fist up against my side.

"Uh-oh! Satan mad..." She was giggling again.

What the fuck did she just call me!? She knows for a fact that I hated being called that in high school. Is she trying to get me angry? If she is, she's got a fucking PhD in Lima Heights Adjacent instigation.

"Your new girlfriend is smoking' hot! …Is she any good Sannie?"

What was she talking about? What girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend. Even if I did, that wasn't any of her business. Is she fucking kidding me right now?

"What are you talking about Quinn? I don't have a girlfriend…" My tone wavered slightly from angry, and lent towards complete innocence and confusion.

"Mhmmm…, you don't have to hide it from me Santa…" She was spitting gibberish into the phone now and I couldn't understand anything she was saying. She then let out a gasp directly into the phone. "…Is she better than… me?"

Given any other circumstances, that question might have turned me on. I'm not even going to answer that right now. I have no idea what the hell is going on. I just want to die right now. Maybe I could drown myself in the toilet? That doesn't sound like such a terrible idea.

"Quinn, please don't do this to me. I don't know what in the hell is going on… but I really don't want to play these fucking mind games with you right now!" I was starting to get frustrated with her. There was a temporary silence before she responded. She let out a sigh.

"I miss you so mu…" I could hear her panting now and any happiness that was previously in her voice had now completely faded from her tone. "…I don't…"

I began to hear sobbing burst out on the other end of the line followed by what sounded like hyperventilating.

"I-I'm so s-so-rry I-" She spoke abnormally and brokenly into the phone, sounding like her beautiful lips were right up against the receiver.

I could feel my own dam getting ready to burst just behind my eyes at the sound of her in such pain. The hand that was a fist at my side had now made its way up to my eyes to force them shut, and they lingered there. A part of me wanted to comfort her, but that part of me wasn't functioning properly. The anger I was still feeling was clouding the better part of my judgment, and I wasn't thinking clearly anymore.

"No, I'm sorry Quinn. I just can't do this right now… Call me when you're sober or something…"

"San, S-San-tana! Wait! Please, I really need to tell-"

I hung up and threw my phone at the wall behind the toilet.

Ahhh!

I slid my back down the door and dropped by body to the ground; the dam I was trying so hard to hold back had broken loose. My whole body was convulsing. I sat with my knees up and crossed my arms before dropping my head down and becoming utterly hysterical. I couldn't talk to her anymore. Every word she spoke sent another knife into my chest. Seriously, what was she trying to do to me?! A part of me wondered…

Is she okay?

I heard the bathroom door creak open and people enter.

Shit.

"Santana, are you in here? We've been looking for you and the others want to get going soon."

"There's someone in there Jess-"

I could hear the two of them approach the stall door I was leaning up against on the floor.

"Santana? Are you ok in there?" Rachel spoke very softly.

"I'm f-f-fine…" I was choking out the words. I could barely even make out what I had said.

Subtlety, Santana.

"Santana open this door right now!"

I heard pounding. I wasn't sure if it was Rachel or Jess who spoke. I wasn't thinking. I was too devastated for that kind of logic. It hurt too much to use logic. I did the only thing I could. My mind was checking out, but I could still move my body voluntarily. I reached up my right arm and unlocked the clasp on the door. Not even realizing what I did, I flew backwards before hitting the back of my head on the tile floor behind me.

Thud!

Ouch…

Hello, god?

Quinn?

"Seriously Santana, wake up! This isn't funny! You're scaring us!" There was a frightened voice. It was Rachel. She was leaning over me and shaking me. Where's Jess?

Rachel put what felt like a jacket underneath my head to prop me up slightly. I gradually opened my eyes and blinked before I smiled at her.

I guess I'm not dead.

"Oh thank god!" She leaned down and pulled me up into her arms for a hug.

"If you ever do something like this again, I'll kill you myself…." She spoke while she was holding me. But I could detect complete seriousness in her tone. I didn't dare challenge her right now.

"Is she okay?! How are you feeling Santana?"

"Yeah, she's back."

"What h-happened?" I heard my own voice like I was outside of my body listening in as I spoke.

"Well let's see. You opened the door, flew back, and then cracked your head on the floor babe…and then for your finishing act, you almost gave us a heart attack." Jess spoke this time.

"I told you I wasn't the dramatic one..."

I understood what the brunette was insinuating with that message and reached up to slap her arm, pathetically. I didn't feel like moving much right now and felt very weak, something I wasn't used to.

Next thing I know they both grabbed one of my arms, and began pulling me up carefully, and walking me towards the bathroom door.

"Can you stand on your own Santana?"

"Yeah, kind of…" I tried to gain some sense of balance and walk on my own but I couldn't think about what I was doing. My head was still all fuzzy.

My response didn't even matter because they were both walking me somewhere regardless. Then I felt a cool breeze slap me right in the face.

Oh, we're outside now.

I could hear other voices now too. It was Kurt and Adam. They must still be here.

I got into what looked like a taxi and Jess sat down next to me as Adam squished on the other side next to Kurt. I didn't see Rachel, but then I heard her voice in the front seat. I didn't think about where we were going, but I honestly didn't really care. My head was hurting more from the crying and the phone call than the fall. I leaned my head onto Jess's shoulder, completely relaxing my body until we had officially stopped at wherever we were going.

"Lay her down and put the pack on the pillow behind her. I'll stay here with her, go take care of it."

"Yes, right away Dr. Wilson."

I could hear laughing. Where was I? Dr. Wilson? Who the fuck was that?

I better not be in a fucking hospital!

I opened my eyes again, taking in where I was rather quickly. I was on my bed. When did this happen? Jess was sitting next to me and looking me in the eyes as if she was waiting patiently for me to wake up.

"Don't worry. You're going to be okay, no serious damage. But I'm going to stay here and watch you until Rachel comes back in the room okay? If you feel like you're getting a headache I need you to tell us. I know you're really tired but I'd like for you to try and stay awake for a while, can you do that for me?"

I nodded in response.

That must be her last name. I forgot she was graduating med school this year. Dr. Jess Wilson. My own private Dr., right here in my bed.

Wanky...

"I'm actually feeling just fine. I'm not dying or anything, I promise…" She laughed at my attempt to brush this off.

"Well we're going to take some precautions anyways, okay? If not for your sake, than for mine. I don't want Rachel to kill me. She's already stressed enough right now." She winked at me and smirked. I couldn't help but smile at her.

"Where is she?"

"She's on the phone right now. She had an important call. Don't worry; she'll be back soon…." She looked out through the open curtain and back to me.

"…and Kurt and Adam are on the couch, I didn't want to overwhelm you so I had them sit out there. We were all a little worried about you."

I nodded again and reached my hand around to feel where I had hit my head. There was an icepack behind me and there was a small bump underneath my silky hair, but nothing to fuss over. I've had worse. I got more comfortable into my bed and looked back up to Jess who was still watching me.

"You know… having a doctor in my bed has always kind of been a fantasy of mine…" I winked at her and let out a chuckle. I was joking of course. Well, partially. She wasn't part of my fantasy. I looked up at her and she just rolled her eyes at me.

"Oh she's feeling better alright!" She yelled out to the others in the apartment.

"Yes, she's an uncouth one isn't she?" I heard Kurt respond sarcastically.

Could he really hear me?

Fucking curtains.

"Shit! Where's my phone and jacket?" I started shifting the sheets and covers around me as if by some miracle they might actually be there.

"Don't worry; we made sure to grab your things." She pointed to my end table where my phone was sitting on my jacket with a new crack on the screen.

Oops.

"What time is it?" I wondered how much time I had lost track of.

"It's almost 1:00am."

Oh, wonderful...

Rachel appeared just outside of my room and stopped to cross her arms, tilting her head down to the floor. She did not look very happy. She looked like she was going to start crying, actually. Jess got up off the bed and they were now whispering by the entrance to my room for what seemed like a few minutes. Why were they whispering?

Jess gave Rachel a hug, which seemed to lift her spirits slightly. Jess then came over and said goodbye to me before leaving.

"Just so you know, we're discussing this in the morning…" Rachel said sternly as she gave me a hug. She then immediately went over to the right side of the bed and shut off one of the lights before pulling up the covers and lying down, intentionally facing away from me.

Did I do something?

Some night this turned out to be. The part of my brain that was having a complete breakdown earlier just shut itself off in defense. I knew what had happened, but I wasn't allowing myself to think about it.

There was something on Rachel's mind, but she didn't bring it up. I wasn't really upset anymore. I know I might have overreacted about the phone call from Quinn, but even if Rachel somehow found out about that, why would she be this unnerved? It didn't make any sense. I didn't want to ask any of the questions I had running through my mind right now. There had been enough drama tonight. Something just felt off. I reached over to my end table and turned on my night-time playlist. Robert Pattinson's "Let Me Sign" was the first song to come on.

I grabbed one of the two pillows I was resting my head on and held it tightly in my arms, turning to my side facing away from Rachel. I could hear her trying to hide her crying, it was extremely uncomfortable. I let the music fill the awkward silence in the room around us and eventually drifted off to sleep.

A/N: The next chapter is from Quinn's POV for the same day and should answer some of the questions you may have right now.