I walk through the doors of the school, with the jump drive in my hand. School has not started yet so their were very few people in the hallways. I walk to my locker and place all the things inside it. I notice Blaine walking to his locker. I slam my locker shut and run over to him.
"Hey, Blaine." I say to him.
"Hi, Quinn." He says to me, taking only a second to glance at me before continuing to go through his locker.
"Listen Blaine, Can you do something for me?" He close his locker, the door inching its way until it made a silent click sound. He looks at me, confuse, his eyes locking onto mines.
"What is it you want me to do?" He asks. I take the jump drive out and grab Blaine's hand, setting the jump drive in it. Blaine looks at it then looks at me.
"What is this?" He asks.
"Can you give it to Rachel for me and tell Rachel to give it to Santana. Please?"
"Umm, Quinn, What is exactly on here?" Blaine says, gripping the jump drive between his index and thumb.
"It's something for Santana, I would give it to her but she isn't really talking to me right now. So, the only way for her to receive it is if I don't give it to her directly. So can you do that for me please?" Blaine stands there staring at me, not moving, not blinking. I move closer to him.
"Please Blaine," I say, "I really…I need to…I need Santana to listen and understand why." Blaine look puzzle at first, then he wrapped his hand around the jump drive and shove it into his shirt pocket. He nods his head and turns on his heels, walking away. I run up behind Blaine, calling out his name. He turns his head, his body faced forward.
"This is a private thing. Make sure you."
"Don't worry Quinn, I won't tell anyone." Blaine walks away, the bell rings. I see Santana and Brittany walking inside the school. Their arms interlocked with each other. I watch them as they go past a group of football players. They all look at them as Brittany and Santana unhook their arms. One of the guys grabs Brittany's butt as she walks past them. Brittany shoves the guy's hand away as Santana steps in and slaps the guy across the face. The group looks at her shocked, several people stop to observe what's happening. I move closer to hear what is being said. I her Santana yell something at the guy. The guy stands there, looking smug.
"I just wanted to know if she wanted a three-some." A teacher comes running down the hallway separating the guys from Santana. Santana starts yelling about how they assaulted Brittany. The teacher takes the guy to the principal while Brittany walks away. Santana turns around and follows her. I walk to my class as I see Rachel go to the same bathroom.
I walk by the choir room in the afternoon and see everyone inside there talking. Mr. Schue was not inside there. I look around and see nobody in the hallways. I walk inside the choir room, everyone gets quiet and give me harsh looks. I drop my bag on the ground and straighten up my posture. I flash a small smile while everyone gives me nonchalant yet evil looks.
"Hi, Everyone," I start, "I know most of you in here are mad at me and I came here to apologize. So, I have a song I want to sing to everybody." I hand the sheet music to the band. I look at everyone as I felt my heart beat faster, faster.
"The song is called Sorry for everything by Dead by April." I open my mouth as I start to sing the words. "Sometimes you said I didn't listen to your words. That I even made you cry. Maybe I didn't show in every possible way, How much I care." The first verse came out weak as my voice cracks on several notes. I feel my hands begin to shake. I focus my gaze down as I keep singing. "I'm sorry for not being myself, For everything ending this way. Maybe I Maybe you, could need this change. I'm sorry for, for everything." My throat starts to tense up. I look up again and see how everyone in the room looked unimpressed. I close my eyes trying to fight back tears as I pushed my way through the song.
"I wish I could stop your tears from falling down. Probably I'd make it worse. Maybe I always wasn't there. It doesn't mean I don't care, whatever it was. I'm sorry for not being myself. I'm sorry for everything ending this way." I stand there as I remember the night before when I was recording this song for Santana. I remember sitting on the bed in my room late at night as my parents were asleep. I remember how I struggling, even more then than I am now. I push each note out of my throat as I sing this song to the camcorder. I recall how I start to cry. How I let myself cry as I was singing this song to her, praying in my heart that Santana forgives me when she sees this.
"We're minutes away from saying goodbye for all of time." My mind was only on that moment of me in my room, as I ignore myself being in the choir room in front of everybody. I open my eyes and I stare at everybody. "I'm seconds away from breaking apart." I pause, staring. I take a huge breathe as I went on.
"I'm sorry for, for everything. I'm sorry for not being myself. For everything ending this way. Maybe I maybe you, could need this change. I'm sorry for, for everything." I look around and remember I was not in my bedroom and that I was standing in front of everybody. They all looked at me, but not disgusted or annoyed. No, they all looked surprised, scared even. I wipe my face as I felt tears come off on my hand. I have been crying, non stop since I started reminiscing about yesterday when I was in my bedroom.
I look around the room and remember that Santana was not there. Right, we were both kicked out. I grab my bags and walk out the door. This song was really for you, Santana. I think to myself. I walk out the door. I see Santana standing there. Her face just inches away from mine.
"What were you doing in there?" She asks me. She did not sound rude or angry. She sounds like she really wants to know.
"I was just apologizing, to the glee club." I told her. Santana nods her head.
"Why?" she asks again.
"I just feel really bad that I disappointed so many people. I disappointed you the most though , Santana." She looks at me. Her face, still, solid.
"Well, it's not like you disappointed your parents, Quinn. Or the cheerios, or God. Since that all that seems to matter to you."
"Santana, I wanted to tell you something for a long time. But I just didn't know how to do it."
"Tell me what?" I freeze up the moment she asks me this. I do not move. I move past her as I head to the football field.
"It's all on the jump drive." I tell her.
"What jump drive?" Santana asks.
"The one Rachel gave you." I turn around. "I didn't know how to tell you so I recorded it all and put in on the jump drive. Please, Santana, just watch it. I know you are still angry at me and you have every right to be, but…and I know there is nothing I can do to make it up to you. But if you watch the jump drive then hopefully it will give you some understanding on why I behaved the way I did." Santana stands there, looking confuse.
"Listen Fabray," She says, "Rachel didn't give me a jump drive." She stands there and examines me. I have a panic attack on the inside. I walk away, ignoring Santana, leaving her there.