A/N: Ooh look another update :) It's easiest for me to write this at night, and idk why. It's 1:30AM lol. Oook. Uhm erm. Where was I? Sorry seriously liked yawned and totally spaced. Chapter 6(: Yay! I hope you guys like this chapter.

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Chapter 6

Quinn woke up in the same mood that she'd gone to sleep in. Well, she didn't know exactly what her mood was. She was confused, scared, sad and exhausted, even though, just like the day before, she had only just woken up. As Quinn sat up in her bed, she thought about her conversation with Rachel on the phone the day before and shuddered. She still wasn't sure that it was such a great idea, but she couldn't go back and change it, so it didn't really matter now.

She dragged herself up and went into her bathroom, where she quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. As she let the water rush over her, she tried to wash off everything that was making her feel so off. But despite how badly she wished water could do that, it couldn't, and she eventually just stepped out of the shower feeling the same as she had stepping in.

She glanced at herself in the mirror and suddenly wondered what Santana would look like in the shower naked. Oh god, what are you doing to yourself? Quinn squeezed her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip, before sighing in defeat and stepping back in the shower. She needed a colder one now.

Quinn was almost late to Cheerios practice due to this setback, but she managed to make it just seconds before Sue stepped out onto the field, yelling at all the girls to take their places.

The blonde sighed as she took her starting position, which happened to be right behind Santana. Wonderful, now she had a perfect view of the Latina's ass. Don't look down, Fabray, stay focused. But as they started practicing their cheer, which was more of an insane array of dance moves and flips and turns, she found herself looking at that perfect ass way too many times.

After Cheerios practice, Quinn automatically felt even worse. She was continuously getting turned on by Santana, but she knew that she couldn't talk to her right now. The Latina had let her walk away, and Quinn wanted Santana to see that on her own. Santana was the one who had to make up for things.

Don't blame Santana, Quinn.

At that voice in her head, she realized that Santana was already going through something. She thought back to the weekend, when Santana had called her crying, thinking that no one would ever want to be with her. She felt her heart start to hurt. Santana was already going through a hard time, even though Quinn didn't really know why, and she'd only added more hard stuff on top of that. How could she have done that without realizing?

You're going through hard stuff too, Fabray.

Quinn sighed. She was going through stuff, and it was probably harder than what Santana was going through, but she couldn't know for sure. And she definitely wasn't going go ask Santana about anything now. She considered asking Brittany for a moment, before immediately vetoing the idea.

By the time Quinn got to third period, her mind was completely exhausted. It occurred to her that maybe she thought things too much, and she realized that talking to somebody, Rachel maybe, would possibly help that. But the idea of talking about her problems made her stomach twist up inside her. Quinn wasn't good at talking about feelings; that was one thing she had in common with Santana.

See, Quinn, you can't blame Santana. She doesn't do well with feelings, either. You are both to blame for letting this happen.

Quinn shook her head, looking around her third period class. She was completely ignoring the teacher, once again. She saw Rachel sitting in the front of the class, sitting attentively and taking notes on whatever the teacher was saying. Honestly, Quinn was surprised that she had never noticed the girl in her class.

Then her eyes locked onto the back of a certain head of beautiful, long, dark hair. She stared at the girl longingly. She sighed softly.

"Miss Fabray!" the teacher exclaimed, causing Quinn to look elsewhere just as other people glanced at her. "Please pay attention!"

"Yes, sorry, ma'am," Quinn muttered out, looking up at the board where a bunch of stuff about Shakespeare were written out.

Damn it, Fabray! Quit acting like this!

Quinn let her eyes wander again, and they met Rachel's suddenly. The short girl was looking at her across the class room, concerned. Quinn pursed her lips and looked down at her desk. This class was turning into a nightmare. Santana was constantly distracting her, by doing nothing of course, even more than when she wasn't around. And Rachel was going to be sitting there, silently reminding Quinn that she knew her biggest secret ever.

Quinn, you just need to talk to Santana.

Should she talk to Santana? Should she be the one to apologize, even though Santana was just as much at fault?

No, Fabray, let her come to you.

Santana was a stubborn bitch... what if she never came to Quinn to apologize? What if she wanted to be rid of Quinn, and that's why she'd replaced her long before? What if she was... was glad that Quinn realized it and left?

Quinn Fabray, stop this nonsense right this minute!

Quinn sighed, once again, and tried to focus on Shakespeare. But when she thought of Shakespeare, she immediately thought of Romeo and Juliet and how they were so in love with each other that they would die for one another. Screw this, I hate this class.

When the bell for lunch rang out, Quinn couldn't be happier. She grabbed her stuff and practically ran to her locker, before running to the cafeteria to eat. When she got there, she realized that she didn't really have anyone to sit with. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Most of the time during lunch lately, she'd been sitting with all the Cheerios, the opposite end of Santana and Brittany. But that felt too close to Santana right now.

She went outside to the field to see if she could eat there, but the football players were out there for some reason and Puck kept sending her dirty looks, and Quinn started to feel uncomfortable. She ended up wandering through the school, and at some point, she found herself sitting in the back of the Choir Room.

Alone and feeling at peace, she began to eat her small lunch.

And suddenly, Santana stepped into the room, stopping abruptly at seeing Quinn sitting all alone, eating her lunch. "O-oh."

Quinn looked up immediately, her eyes wide, alarmed. "S-Santana. Um."

"I needed to ask Mr. Shue a question, I couldn't find him in the Spanish room, so I thought he might be here," Santana stated lamely.

Quinn shook her head weakly. "Nope. No one's here."

Santana hesitated, before stepping one more step into the room. "Q... Quinn... are you... are you okay?" Quinn closed her eyes and pursed her lips.

"I'm eating in the Choir Room by myself because it feels too weird to be in the cafeteria, because there's no one there to hang out with, and it's too weird outside because Puck wants to undress me with his eyes while I eat," is all she said.

"You... you could come eat with me and um, Britt," Santana muttered in a small voice.

Quinn didn't mean to look bitter or annoyed, but that must've been the look that crossed her face when she looked directly into Santana's eyes. The Latina immediately lowered hers and sighed.

"Look, Quinn, I know that you're mad at me, and you have every right to be. But Brittany, she didn't replace you," she insisted, looking back up at Quinn again.

Quinn quirked up an eyebrow, curious to see what Santana was going to say.

"Brittany can't replace you, Quinn, because you're Quinn and she's Brittany. Sure, she came into my life and she's a really, really great friend. But, Q, you're still my best friend. And I know, I'm a crappy friend sometimes, and I forget to call you or text you. And I forget that I can tell you absolutely anything because you're my best friend. I know I'm a really bad friend," Santana assured her, with a weak laugh.

"S..."

"And I know that as soon as we started hanging out again, I threw all my drama at you about Puck. And when I texted you I told you that I was texting you because Britt wasn't answering her texts. Or how I only wanted to be in Glee if Brittany was going to be there. I know those things. It's just hard... it's hard for me to tell you why it's like that," Santana tried to explain, although Quinn was still really confused.

"Well, try, Santana, because I can't read your mind," Quinn told her, maybe in a little too harsh of a voice. Santana flinched slightly.

"You and Brittany are two completely opposite people. I have two totally different relationships with both of you. Brittany... well, she can go off to that wonderful little world of hers and she can make anything seem good by showing it to you. Sometimes, it's just easier to be around someone like that."

"So, it's hard to be around someone like me?" Quinn asked, not really understanding how this was supposed to help her at all.

"No!" Santana sighed. "Quinn, you... you're... brilliant. I know you've been going through some rough stuff, Q, but so have I. And since that stuff made you stay away from me, you have the right to assume that my rough stuff has made me stay away from you. The stuff that I've been dealing with... it's easier to talk to with Brittany. Because of her perfect little world."

Quinn was silent. She didn't know what to say to that. Finally, she sighed and just said, "I don't have a Brittany in my life."

"You can share mine," Santana suggested, teasing. Quinn smiled slightly, and Santana took a few more hesitant steps towards the chairs.

"Well," Quinn began to correct herself, "I've started talking to Rachel. And I know that's insane, and I know you're about to say something bitchy about it, but she's nice and she listens, so."

Santana gave her a kind expression, "Well I'm glad you found someone you can talk to."

"Thanks," Quinn mumbled. This wasn't going like she expected at all, but at least they were talking again. Right?

"I really am sorry, though, Quinn."

Quinn met Santana's dark brown eyes, and she could see that they were filled with sorrow. "Maybe... maybe we can try to talk to each other?"

Santana stiffened. What exactly was going on with the Latina? "Maybe."

"We can tell each other one bit a day, maybe?"

"Maybe."

Quinn decided to go first, feeling a sudden wave of confidence, "It's really hard not being able to talk to you, because I can't talk to Brittany because it stresses me out, it's hard to talk to Rachel because I barely know her, and I can't talk to my parents about anything because they are always MIA."

First bit, check!

Santana took a minute before saying anything. "Society is horrible, high school is horrible, people in general are horrible. I'm scared of so many things... things that are out of my control..."

Quinn took a second to process that. What was Santana scared of? "Okay, day one, complete," Quinn teased slightly. Santana gave her a small smile.

"Thanks."

"For?"

"Forgiving me."

"S, I was at fault too, it wasn't all you," Quinn insisted.

Santana chuckled. "Surprise, surprise."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Stop telling yourself that you're a horrible friend. Because, honestly, you're the most incredible person I know, okay?"

Santana's eyes widened and lit up. "You're kidding me."

"Nope."

The Latina smiled at her. "Well, thanks, but you're probably the only one that thinks that."

"Then screw everyone else!" Quinn exclaimed, winking at Santana, who chuckled. Suddenly, Mr. Shue walked into the room.

"Oh, hello, ladies. What are you doing here?"

"Oh sorry, Mr. Shue. Um, I wasn't in the mood for the cafeteria so I came and ate lunch here, is that okay?" Quinn asked in a small voice.

Mr. Shue gave her a sympathetic look and nodded. "Yeah, it's fine. Bell's about to ring though, you girls should probably start getting ready for your next class."

"Right. See you Mr. Shue," Quinn said, standing up and walking towards the door. Santana joined her on her way out.

"I'll um, see you in Glee?" Santana asked.

"Definitely," Quinn answered, giving her a small smile. Maybe things were going to get better.

Maybe.

Maybe...

Firstly, thank you to those who reviewed and followed/favorited :) I'm sorry I made you guys crave mac and cheese during chapter 5. ;_; :P LOL. Hope you all will review again :)

Secondly... oh crap I had something I was gonna write here. Meh.

Thirdly, there will be singing in this fic, I've already picked out some songs for things that will happen along the way.

Fourthly, I hope you don't feel like this is being drawn out. I tend to rush things so maybe this is normal and I feel like it's drawn out? Tell me what you think maybe? lol

Fifthly (wow), if any of you are confused about anything, definitely ask questions, because I took that hiatus in between chapter 3 and 4, and by the time I started writing again, the story like came alive and wrote itself, but I've been trying to make connections to things that have happened before, and the one thing I've known all along is the ending, which still hasn't changed so that's good.

Sixthly (is that even a word wat ._.), this is really random so you can stop readin now if you want. I totally hate scary movies. But I watched one last week and it's dark in my room right now and it's almost 2AM and I started thinkin about the movie and got all freaked out and then a little bug thing decides to land on my bright computer screen and I freaking jumped like practically out of my skin. PLEASE remind me to never watch a scary movie ever again.

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