**Authors Note** HI EVERYONE! I'm so sorry, I haven't updated in a month! You'd think being out of school would give me more time but alas it hasn't. Drama and Band is over-ruling my life but I managed to finish Chapter 16 for you. It's split into 3 different sections. I brought back Logan, so there's Logan/Quinn, Quaine, then some blainchel cuteness for you all. I don't know when chapter 17 will be up but I promise I won't abandon this. It's like my baby. Thank you so much for still reading if you are and surviving that hiatus. Hopefully I'll update again soon, but we'll see.

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Chapter 16

Quinn could leave a trail of fire behind her, that's how flaming mad she was. McKinley had never been so abuzz with any kind of gossip since that one cheerleader got pregnant last year. Now Quinn couldn't even smoke in peace in the bathroom without having to hear the names 'Blaine Anderson' or 'Rachel Berry'. Those football idiots either didn't know or didn't care that Quinn could hear them from where they sat on the bleachers, but she heard every single word from Hudson's mouth; about Rachel showing up on the back of Anderson's bike, and how Blaine had backed down from a fight.

Not once, in the couple years she had known Blaine, has he ever backed down from a fight. Even when it was him against three other guys, he fought until he was knocked out, and even then when he recovered he would track the guys down.

Quinn pulled a cigarette from her cleavage, and lit it quickly, bringing it down with two fingers and breathing out smoke. It relaxed her a bit but not enough, and Quinn didn't let her bad mood stop her from nearly breaking down the door of the apartment she was entering. "What the hell, Fabray, where's the fire?" Quinn's head snapped in Logan's direction with a glare so icy it should've froze him in his place, but he stood up from the couch and walked over to where Quinn was leaning against the wall.

"It's Blaine," She said viciously, like the name was poison on her tongue. "Not on is he fucking Rachel Berry, he's dating the little slut too. They showed up to school together, and no one would shut up about it."

"I told you he liked her."

"Fuck you, Reese." Quinn took another drag of her cigarette, trying to erase the memory of the argument she had with Blaine about exactly that. "Coincidence. How could you have known that?"

"I told you he was acting weird when I went to go see him," Logan shrugged, taking the cigarette from Quinn and stole a drag, before placing it back into her mouth. "I threatened him and called Rachel his little girlfriend. The first thing out of his mouth was that having a girlfriend is a liability and that he didn't care about her. That's exactly what you say when someone is threatening someone you care about, because if you say you don't, then what good will threatening do?"

"Why the hell did you threaten him?" Quinn asked sharply. She might be seriously pissed at the guy, but Blaine was still somewhat of her friend and she didn't take likely to when people threatened them.

"He threatened my girlfriend." Logan narrowed his eyes at her.

"I didn't know knocking a girl up made her you're girlfriend," Quinn snorted. "I guess Blaine was right then, they are a liability. I bet she's-" Quinn couldn't finish the sentence before Logan pushed her up against the wall she was leaning on, forcefully. The cigarette dropped from her fingers, and sprinkles ashes all over the floor. "Don't even think about finishing that sentence," Logan said, bringing his face closer to hers.

"What are you going to do about it?" Quinn asked, unafraid, looking deep into his darkening eyes. "Are you going to hit me? Choke me? Make me shut up…?" Her eye's drifted from his to look down at his jeans.

"Don't be such a cockslut, Q," Logan rolled his eyes, and pushed himself away from her.

Quinn smirked, "You were growing hard in your jeans at the thought, Reese." She dug the heel of her boot into the cigarette she had dropped. "This is another reason having a significant other sucks. You can't fuck whoever you want,"

"If I wanted to fuck you, Q, I would've already." Logan smirked, looking over his shoulder at her, before he turned back to clean some papers off the kitchen table.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, pausing from getting out another smoke. "Come on, I'm sure I'm a lot more adventurous than that girlfriend of yours." Quinn began walking over to him. "Don't you want to spice it up a bit? Or at least help me forget about Anderson."

Logan laughed, and Quinn pulled her hands back from where they were on his shoulders. "Are you sure you're not crushing on Anderson, yourself." He asked.

"Yes!" Quinn replied a bit too quickly. "He's my friend, but I wouldn't let him near me like that ever again. It would ruin what we have. I would just not like to think about him, he's my friend but I'm still pissed. Hell, Hudson was even talking about jumping him and I would care if I knew that Franken-Teen could do some actual damage."

Logan paused. Then he turned around slowly to look at Quinn, leaning back against the table. "Why does Hudson want to jump Anderson? I thought he was the one who dumped that Rachel girl."

"He did, but that idiot isn't smart enough to know what he wants." Quinn shrugged. "They're going to be waiting for him after school on Friday, when know Berry won't be around. Him, Chang, and Puckerman. Maybe even Evans, if the guy isn't too much of a pussy to show up."

"Well are you going to warn him about it?"

"No," Quinn scoffed. "I told you about our fight. Besides, he can handle himself, and if he can't it won't be so much of a big deal. Like I said the guys won't do so much damage, just enough that he'll actually deserve what he gets."

"I don't know…" Logan said. "He's a pretty tiny dude. You think he can take on four guys without a heads up?"

"What the hell, Reese, whose side are you on anyway?" Quinn snapped.

"I just have an idea is all," Logan shrugged. "To get you and Blaine back on track, without Berry intervening again. What do you think about that?" Quinn's ears perked, and her eye's got a sparkle that matched the glisten in Logan's. "What did you have in mind?"

**beat**

The next day, Quinn was sulking under the bleachers. She had to wait an extra 15 minutes before getting there, so she wouldn't run into Blaine or Rachel. He was sitting on the bleachers watching the Cheerio's practice, where Rachel was doing round-offs and high-kicks and what-not. It made Quinn sick, but she ignored it for now as she remembered what Logan had told her.

Blaine was sitting too far up on the bleachers so Quinn had to drag the table that was under it to stand on it. His ankle's where just in her reach. Blaine's converse were beaten up and his jeans rose just enough to expose the skin of his ankle. Smirking, Quinn took the cigarette she had in her mouth and stabbed the hot end of it into the patch of skin that was exposed.

"SHIT," She heard him yell. "What the-" Quinn heard Blaine shift on the bleachers and soon his head was peaking down at her. His curly hair fell in front of his eyes, and he wasn't happy. "What the fuck, Fabray? What the hell are you doing?"

"Get your ass down here, Anderson," Quinn rolled her eyes before jumping off the table. He didn't come down right away, but she knew him well, and soon he was swinging down from the bleachers, landing hard on his heels. "What? You're talking to me now?" He asked, dusting his jeans off.

"Look you're going to want to listen to what I have to say," Quinn told him. "I'm doing you a favor here, because I'm still not happy with you."

"What is it?" He asked, looking back out to the field quickly.

"Blaine, forget about that bitch for one quick second and focus!"

"Don't call her that," Blaine told her, narrowing his eyes at her the same way Logan had the day before. Quinn rolled her eyes. How did she get stuck with two suppose-bad-asses who ended up being high strung by their girlfriends?

"Listen, Hudson and the other guys are going to start something with you tomorrow after school."

"How many?" Blaine immediately asks.

"Three, maybe four." Quinn shrugged, and Blaine nodded. "Okay, cool," Then he turns around. "Wait!" Quinn called, and Blaine looked over his shoulder. "That's it?"

"What did you expect me to say?" He asked, turning back to face her completely.

"I don't know, a 'thank you'," Quinn shrugged dramatically, and crossed her arms.

"For what?" Blaine laughed. "You think telling me ahead of time would help me out? Q, you've seen me in fights, I'm perfectly fine on my own. Besides, don't think you're the only one mad in this pair."

"You're mad at me? What the hell for?" Quinn yelled.

"For storming out of here the other day, without letting me explain," Blaine snapped, taking a step toward her. "You didn't even hear me out, you just jumped to conclusions."

"My conclusions were correct, seeing how you haven't spoken to me lately."

"Because we're mad at each other!" Blaine hissed. "You may forget it sometimes Quinn, but you do act like a regular girl sometimes, and honestly, jealousy is not your color."

"I'm not jealous! I'm sorry if I was just trying to help out a friend." She threw her arms up in exasperation and turned her back on him.

"Make up your mind!" Blaine shouted at her. "One day we're friends, the next we're not, and now we are again? I can't keep up with you anymore, not the way I used to."

"Hmm, I wonder what's happened between now and then," Quinn snapped, shooting a glare over her shoulder. As if on cue, Coach Sylvester's whistle blew signaling the end of Cheerio practice. "Fine. I'll tell you straight Anderson. We're not friends. Not anymore." She turned away from him again and Blaine sighed. He didn't move for a while, he kind of just stared at the back of Quinn's head, until he heard Rachel come up behind him. "You ready, Blaine?" She was peering underneath the bleachers and could obviously sense the tension. "Yeah," Blaine said after a moment. "Let's go," And he turned his back on his only loyal friend.

**Beat**

Blaine was quiet all the way home, and he was happy they had taken the motorcycle that morning so Rachel wouldn't try to talk to him. He pulled into her drive way, and kicked down the kickstand. Rachel did say anything as they took off their helmets, but she took his hand gently, intertwining their fingers as they walked into the house. Blaine smiled softly, appreciating the fact she wasn't questioning him.

Rachel led him upstairs, and as Blaine sat on the bed, she got undressed; stripping down her sweaty Cheerio's uniform and changed into a comfy pair of jeans and a tank top. Blaine had tossed his jacket aside and they just lay together in bed for a while, not doing anything until Rachel finally spoke up. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked softly.

"Not really," He said, taking her hand in his.

"What do you want to talk about then?" Blaine just shrugged. "I know," Rachel propped herself up, sitting upright on the bed. "Tell me about you're piercings and tattoo's. Why do you have so many?"

Blaine smiled, and he joined Rachel with sitting up. "They all mean something to me." He said. Usually when people asked he ignored them or didn't answer because they were patronizing him. But Rachel was genuinely interested, and he trusted her with his answer. "This eye-brow piercing," He points to the small bulb over his eyebrow, then to the one underneath. "Was a birthday present for my 16th. I was in juvie, so I couldn't get a car. I got my bike when I got out. The bar in my ear, the one on my upper ear, and the regular one, I got after my brother and mother's accident. I survived but I was still seriously injured. The doctor told me that I was either broken, fractured, or bruised in practically every single part of my body besides this ear. I was deaf in my left ear for a while. So after I got out, and I took all that shit from my dad, I decided to go and pierce as much of this ear as I could, since it was the only part of my body that was unharmed. I could only afford the three. I even tried to pierce it again myself, but I got a scar from where I tried." He leans closer to Rachel and she sees a tiny scar on the inside of his ear.

"What about your tongue piercing?" She asked. "Was that after the accident too?"

Blaine shakes his head. "I never wanted a tongue piercing. My first week in juvie, I got "initiated" as an inmate. Five guys had to hold me down enough for me not to struggle, even though I still did. I shouldn't have though; it only ended up hurting worse." Blaine remembered the pain. He also remembered how Logan was the one to put the hole in his tongue, and then pull him up to hug him afterward.

"That's awful," Rachel said, looking at him with disbelief and sadness.

"That's juvie," Blaine replied shrugging.

"Tell me about your tattoos." Rachel had seen glimpses of them when they had had sex but she had never paid attention to them or taken the time to really see what they were.

Blaine shed his shirt and turned his bicep of his right arm to show Rachel. Inked in his skin were the two traditional drama masks, with ribbons running through them, saying R.I.P. Cooper Anderson. "He wanted to be an actor." Blaine explained. " I got it a couple months ago, when I finally turned old enough and found someone trusted enough. I got this one at the same time," Blaine ran his finger along a script of words that stretched along his collarbone. It spelled out the word 'Mom' in music notes then said – in memoria. "She used to love singing."

Blaine looked down at the tattoo for a moment, before grabbing his shirt and pulling it back on. "Those are the only two I have. I don't believe in marking my body permanently unless someone I really love dies, and those two people have already passed."

Rachel takes both of Blaine's hands in hers before leaning over and kissing him gently. "What about all those scars?" She asked, pulling back from him, and looked up into his eyes curiously. They were scattered over his body, some very small and too faint to see unless you were as close as she was.

"Stupid fights," Blaine told her. "I have this thing where I can't ever back down. I'll never not go down fighting, you know? My mom and brother never got the chance, they died on impact."

"Is that what you and Quinn were arguing about?" Blaine looked up at Rachel sharply, crinkling his eyes in confusion. "Finn isn't the best about keeping his mouth shut. He wouldn't stop talking about some big fight that's going down tomorrow. Are you going to fight him Blaine?"

"Quinn was warning me about it. I didn't know it was even happening until an two hours ago."

"You didn't answer me," Rachel tilted her head. "Are you going to fight him?" Blaine hesitated and Rachel sighed. "Of course you are. Please don't, Blaine."

"Why? You don't think I can handle myself?"

"I do. I do, but if you fight him back and pummel him it's only going to turn out worse, and I don't want you to. You don't need any more battle scars. You need to pick and choose which ones to fight, and this one isn't one of them."

"He's going to fight me because he's angry about us. It's about you Rachel. I think that's worth fighting for." Blaine was getting worked up and Rachel noticed.

"Hey, hey, relax, its fine," She told him, rubbing her thumb on the back of his left hand. "Then do it for me okay? Just walk away, tomorrow okay?"

Blaine looked away and pressed his lips together.

"Promise?" Rachel asked, squeezing his hand. She moved her head slightly so they could make eye contact. Blaine sighed, and looked back at her. "Promise." He said, squeezing back.