A/N: I'm just putting this out there, I update more than you guys think. I have a couple of original stories so I am updating every couple of days. That is pretty much why I only update this every half week or so. It sucks, I know, but I do enjoy my other stories quite a bit.

As for this one though I'm going to give it bit of a nudge forward. I wanted this chapter to be about chapter 10, but I want to get this thing going and actually have something to write about. Enjoy. Or don't, whatever floats your boat. XD

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As the sunlight hit Rachel she smiled. She was feeling relaxed. School was demanding, but she had learned of a way to combat the stress and hard work that accompanied it. Quinn. She had already known that the blonde being out of arms reach was greatly impacting her life, but over the last few weeks of talking on the weekends Rachel had noticed a major improvement in her life as a whole. Everything was just so much easier to deal with these last few weeks. The diva had gone through what the possible reasons for this were. The most logical one that she could come up with was magic.

Cynthia had suggested that Rachel accompany her to a cafe for lunch. The diva had seriously contemplated saying no and telling the black haired girl off for trying to ruin her texting time with her girlfriend. She didn't though as that would have been completely out of line. Cynthia had no way of knowing who Rachel was talking to and wouldn't have wanted to make the diva feel left out.

The two had a specific cafe they went to. They had been around long enough to find their place and become somewhat regulars. Rachel liked it because they offered plenty of vegan alternatives and Cynthia seemed to like it because Rachel did. They walked in and collected their food before taking their favourite table at the front of the cafe. It was Rachel's favourite place to sit because she could watch everyone walk past and she could make up stories about them.

"What about that one?" Cynthia asked, nodding her head at a man in a suit walking past.

"Hmm. He's an accountant. His family life is falling apart because he is always stressed out when he gets home from work. He hardly sees his family as it is but when he does he is always spitting out hurtful comments he doesn't mean." Cynthia nodded grimly.

"What about her?"

"She is just trying as hard as she can to find that special someone to make her happy. To her, nothing else matters. She knows that she doesn't really need someone else to make her happy, but won't actually believe it until she has done some serious soul searching." Cynthia looked at her for a second.

"So basically, she's you?"

"No. How is she like me at all? I already have someone who makes me happy and I wouldn't trade her for anything. Not even a Broadway chance."

"When are you going to see that this girl doesn't care about you like you think she does? She is selfish, she doesn't understand how hard it can be to try and achieve your dreams. She probably doesn't even have any. You need to realise that there are so many better suited people for you to be with. People who care more about you than themselves. People like me." Cynthia grabbed the diva's hands that were sitting on the table. Rachel tried to pull them away, but the black haired girl's grip was too strong.

"Get off me. I love Quinn. There is nothing anyone could say or do that would ever make me change that. She is much more suited to being my girlfriend than anyone else on the planet. When I'm away from her she is the only thing I can think of. When we are together I just want her to squeeze me so tightly we become one. There is nothing I would rather have than her."

"I can make you feel that way about me Rachel." Cynthia pulled hard on Rachel's hands, forcing her forward. When she was close enough, Cynthia smashed their lips together. Rachel had been with Quinn for so long she forgot what it was like to kiss anyone else. She had forgotten that there was nothing that could compare to a kiss from Quinn. She had forgotten that kisses weren't always a good feeling.

Rachel desperately shook her head from side to side to get Cynthia off her. The other girl was stronger though, so she couldn't. Trying a different approach, she pushed forward. Her hands came free when they met an awkward angle in the middle of Cynthia's stomach and Rachel immediately pulled away. She got to her feet quickly.

"Let's get something straight. You may have been my friend, but don't think for a second that you were ever more than that. Also, if your deluded plan was to kiss me and make me forget about Quinn, you were sadly mistaken. She was, is and always will be better than you. Don't go back to the dorm room for at least an hour, or I may do something I regret to you. Do you understand me?" Cynthia looked scared at the obvious repressed rage in Rachel's voice and she nodded quickly. "Good."

Rachel quickly turned on her heel and walked out of the cafe. When she was outside she could feel the tears well up in her eyes. She immediately pulled out her phone.

"Rachel? Are you okay or did you just want to talk?" Rachel took a deep steadying breath.

"I want you to think about this very carefully Quinn. I don't want an immediate yes and I want you to think through it. I also want you to count anything that has to do with me or my feelings out of you answer, okay?"

"Rachel, what's-"

"Yes or no Quinn?"

"Yes."

"Do...Do you want to get a place halfway between our schools for us to live in?"

"Rachel, what happened?"

"Forget about what happened. Take your time and seriously think about this." There was silence for a few seconds.

"Well, would Brook be able to live with us? She's a good friend and I think it would be helpful to have someone else helping with the rent."

"If she wants to."

"Well what about... Oh my God. This is because of that bitch isn't it? What did she do Rachel? I'm coming there right now to break her!" This was by far the scariest Quinn had ever sounded. Even when she was the HBIC she still spoke with a deathly calm. Now she sounded like she was going to murder someone.

"Quinn, no. We can focus on that later."

"She's done something to make you want to leave Rachel, I can't just overlook that." Quinn's voice had changed to one of defeat.

"I'm not asking you to overlook it. I'm asking you to wait until I've gotten my stuff and found out where I am going to sleep."

"Get all of you things, call a taxi and come here." Quinn said simple.

"But the cost-"

"You weren't asking for me to let the bitch go before, I'm not asking now. I know you living here isn't ideal, but we might have to make do for a few days until we can find a new place. I just want you as far away from her as I can get you right now."

"O...okay. I'll call you when I get into the taxi. I love you."

"Love you too. Please hurry."

"I will."

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Half an hour later, Rachel was making her last round to her room. All of her bags were in the taxi but the last one. She looked around the now half-vacant room. As she picked up the last bag, she heard someone enter the room. She spun around to see an angry Cynthia standing in the doorway. She picked up her bag and made her way to the door. Cynthia didn't move.

"Move please." Rachel said through gritted teeth.

"You seriously think that bitch will take you back? She's got nothing. She can't make you happy. The sooner you realise that, the better." The next thing Rachel knew, her hand was red and stinging and there was a handprint on the side of Cynthia's face.

"You say one more thing about Quinn, and I will ensure that someone puts you in a body bag. Now MOVE!" Cynthia remained standing in the doorway, clutching her rapidly bruising cheek. Rachel let her instincts take over again as she pushed the other girl out of the way. She made her way to the taxi without looking back. Once inside, she gave the driver the address and pulled out her phone again.

"Hello Rachel. You've got Brook! Quinn is on some kind of rampage and went out to get something while leaving her phone here. Don't ask what, because I don't know. I'm not even sure I want to know. So what's all this talk of moving out?" Rachel had to agree with Quinn; Brook really was a nice friend.

"Cynthia kissed me. She tried to make me think she was better than Quinn."

"Ahh, the saga continues. How is that girl now?"

"Flat on her ass with a handprint on her face." Brook laughed.

"That's our girl. Quinn will probably be happy to hear it. So, how are you feeling about all of this?"

"I just want Quinn." Rachel admitted.

"That's good because she'll be back here just in time for you to run into her open arms. Then you can kiss her as much as you want to get the taste of bitch out of your mouth. That's as far as you can go though. I don't really have enough time to find somewhere else to stay for the night. When we get an apartment or whatever I had better have my own room." Brook said.

"So you're definitely coming with us?" Rachel couldn't keep the hope and excitement from creeping into her voice.

"Obviously. Quinn would almost be as big a wreak without me as she is without you. Besides, there is no chance I am taking a chance with another roommate. I lucked out the first time; there is no way I can get as fortunate again. Also, I would like to think that you and Quinn could use some help with money. I know Quinn works her ass off, but I've also been told how high maintenance you are. Not in those words exactly, but I've gotten the picture. Wow, turns out I have more than enough reasons to go."

"Well I'm glad you do."

"How far away are you anyway? I want to know if I should be going to find Quinn. I don't know how I would actually do that, but you know." Rachel smiled.

"It's fine. I just left my room. I'm still ages away. Get Quinn to give me a call when she gets back, okay?"