A/N: Hey there lovelies! Sorry this update is a couple days late, I had stuff going on Friday and then I went to visit my sister and my nephew on Saturday and didn't get back until tonight. Luckily, I only took me an hour to get this next chapter written up, so here you all are! I really appreciate all your reviews and your support, and those of you who follow me on Twitter! I would really write this either way, but it feels so nice to know that you guys love this story so much and are always looking forward to updates :)

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Chapter 9

I like you.

I like you.

I like you.

Quinn sat in a stall of the girl's bathroom, tears streaming down her cheeks still. She could picture the little note that had three words written on it.

I like you.

She was panicking very badly. Santana was with Brittany, and Quinn had just told her that she liked her. Through a little bit of paper.

I like you.

"Quinn?" Santana voice echoed suddenly through the bathroom. Quinn inhaled sharply, but another sob came out almost instantly. "Quinn, you need to let me talk to you."

Another person came into the bathroom. "Oh, I think I'm interrupting something..." Rachel.

"Oh, Rachel..."

"Is Quinn in there?" Rachel asked softly. Santana must have nodded. "I think you should go, Santana."

"O-ok," Santana responded quietly. Quinn heard the door open and close, and then there was a light knock on the stall.

"Quinn? Santana's gone now," Rachel whispered softly. Quinn just let out another sob. Yeah, Santana was gone. Forever probably. "Quinn? Quinn! Quinn!"

Quinn took a shaky breath and stood, opening the stall and letting herself collapse in the smaller girl's arms. Rachel, surprised and now supporting the blonde, hugged the girl tight and stroked her hair. "Hey, shh, shh, it's okay."

"N-no, it's n-not," Quinn stuttered. "She... she's with B-Brittany, but she t-told me so many t-time b-before that she w-wasn't."

"Hey, it'll be okay. Let's go to the Choir Room?" Rachel asked quietly. Despite the events that had just happened in the Choir Room, it was the only place Quinn felt like she could be right now, so she nodded. Rachel helped lead her out of the bathroom, where there was thankfully no Latina waiting, and back to the Choir Room.

Mr. Shue was in there, and looked at the two girls, shocked. "Quinn! Are you... are you okay?"

Rachel shook her head at him and let the sobbing Quinn to a chair. She brought her knees up to her chest and sobbed even harder. She didn't know that she could hurt this much. She didn't know that Santana had this much power over her.

"She... she's gone," Quinn sobbed out. "She's r-really g-one."

"What's going on, Rachel?" Mr. Shue asked. "Did someone hurt her?"

"No, Mr. Shue, nothing like that," Rachel told him quietly. "It's... private."

Quinn sniffled and looked at Mr. Shue and nodded. "It's private," she managed to repeat before letting out another sob.

"Well do you want me to get someone? Santana or—"

Quinn sobbed even louder. Rachel shot their teacher a glare and shook her head furiously. Mr. Shue just inhaled and nodded, turning and heading into his office. Quinn was glad.

Rachel stayed with Quinn all through the rest of lunch and fourth period. After that, Quinn decided that she would go home. "Are you sure you don't want to stay? We have Glee later," Rachel told her softly.

"S-Santana is gonna be in G-Glee," Quinn muttered. "I just want to be away f-from her."

"Okay, Quinn," Rachel told her softly.

"And you have classes anyway, I didn't mean to m-make you skip," Quinn sniffled.

Rachel gave her a small smile. "It's really no problem, Quinn. I can come by after school if you want?"

Quinn shook her head. "How about t-tomorrow?"

"Okay, I'll come by tomorrow," Rachel agreed, nodding. "I'll see you then. Be careful driving home, Quinn."

The blonde nodded, feeling a little warmth in her chest at knowing that Rachel cared so much for having met her only earlier this week. They'd hated each other, but now Rachel was helping Quinn so much.

The blonde stood up and gave Rachel and thankful hug, before turning and leaving the Choir Room. She peeked around the corner of every hallway to check that no one was there before she walked down it. She didn't want to someone to see her like this, and she didn't want to run into Santana.

Finally, she made it to the front of the school. She left through the doors quickly and rushed to her car, starting it with her keys. She'd left her school bags in her locker, but she didn't have any homework, so it wasn't a big deal.

She found herself at home in no time, and she rushed inside immediately. Empty, like usual, so she ran upstairs and fell into her soft bed. She laid there for a moment, trying to feel something other than this ache in her chest. Accepting the fact that she was defeated, she let herself cry and weep and sob into her pillow.

The next morning, Quinn woke up with the same ache, releasing that she had laid in bed all afternoon the day before, even when she'd finally stopped crying, and eventually fallen asleep.

Someone was knocking on her door. "Quinn?" Rachel.

"Come in," she called out, surprised at how weak her voice sounded. She glanced at her clock and found that it was nine in the morning. Rachel came into her room slowly, carrying two plastic bags.

"Hey, sleepy head," the brunette teased Quinn in a soft, quiet voice. "I figured you probably didn't eat much yesterday, so I come bearing food."

Quinn managed a smile. "Thanks," she croaked out, sitting up in her bed and letting Rachel sit next to her, opening one of the plastic bags. She had a little container of eggs and bacon, which she passed to Quinn with a fork.

Seeing the bacon, Quinn immediately opened the container and began to gobble up the food. "Oh my gosh, this bacon is good!"

Rachel smirked. "It's vegan bacon actually."

Quinn froze and gaped that the other girl. "You've got to be kidding me. How can you have vegan bacon?"

Rachel shrugged and reached into the first plastic bag again. "Also," she continued, "I think most people like to eat ice cream when they're sad, so I brought a bunch." She pulled out a bunch of little containers of ice cream, and Quinn smiled.

"Can we watch a bunch of movies too?" Quinn asked, although it did remind her of the previous weekend when she watched movies and ate ice cream with Santana. She tried to push that thought away.

"Yes, we can!" Rachel agreed. "However, I assumed that since you've known you know who for so long, all of your movies probably will remind you of you know who, so I brought some that you probably haven't seen."

She opened the other bag and pulled out a bunch of musicals. Of course, it was Rachel after all.

"Seen any of these?" she asked. Quinn shook her head, and Rachel beamed. "I'm a genius, I'm telling you."

"Sure," Quinn answered sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Rachel stood up and went to the TV, turning on the first musical as Quinn finished her eggs and bacon and started on the ice cream.

The day went very similarly to the previous Saturday with Santana, except with different movies and with Rachel commenting about all of the singers and the plot and pretty much everything else throughout the whole show. It actually didn't bother Quinn, though, it was a nice distraction and she was actually curious about what Rachel had to say. Plus, the ice cream was just so good.

Sometime later that day, Rachel left for a little bit and came back bearing Breadstix. She had pasta and, of course, breadsticks, and they ate sitting on Quinn's bed and talking about Glee Club's plans for sectionals. Rachel got her all caught up on the songs and the choreography and informed her that she actually had a solo of four lines in one of them. Quinn smirked a little at that—Rachel had the whole solo in one of the songs they were doing, with everyone else singing backup.

By the end of the day, they'd gone through all of the musicals and Quinn was surprised to have liked most of them. Rachel packed up her movies and the container from that morning and stood to go, telling Quinn to call her if she needed her.

Damn, Rachel is a really good friend. I always thought she was a selfish little bitch, or before I knew her, a loser, but she's really sweet.

Quinn decided to take a quick shower before going back to bed, since she felt gross from Cheerio's practice he previous day and all the crying. Once she felt all clean, she dropped down into her soft bed once again and drifted off into a surprisingly blissful sleep.

On Sunday, Rachel only dropped by for the morning, saying that she had to do some errands with her dads later. Quinn, desperately needing to not be alone, asked if she could join them.

"Oh, sure, if you want. I mean, both my dads are going to be with us," Rachel pointed out.

"Please, Rach, it's horrible being alone," Quinn begged. Rachel smiled, and Quinn was pretty sure that she really liked the nickname.

"Alright! Get up and get changed, we have errands to run!" Rachel exclaimed, jumped up. Quinn chuckled and obliged, climbing off her bed and into her closet and putting on some shorts and a t-shirt. She then went into the bathroom to make sure that her face and hair didn't look to bad.

They ran a bunch of errands with Rachel's dads all afternoon, and Quinn was surprised at how nice and funny they both were. Rachel seemed really close with them, and Quinn wished that she could have that with her parents. All in all, Sunday was even better than Saturday.

Monday morning, Quinn woke up feeling miserable. She had to go to school. She had to go to Cheerio's Practice, to English Class, and to Glee. Santana, Santana and Santana.

She had to force herself to get up and get ready for school, and she was nearly late because she had forgot that she left her bags and had run through her house frantically looking for them.

However, she still somehow managed to make it onto the field before Coach started yelling at them. "Alright, sloppy babies, let's run some laps! I want to see you crying by the time we start routine practice! C'mon, I said laps! No lolly gagging!"

Quinn took off, running fast so that she could stay far from Santana, who had looked at her as though she wanted to talk to her. No way was Quinn going to the listen to "I'm sorry" or the "It's not you, it's me" speech. She didn't want Santana's apology, or her pity, or anything. Suddenly becoming angry, she used it to push her self around the field, running fast and hard.

Even during their routines, she was much more fierce and it felt good to take her negative energy during practice. Coach even complimented her before they were dismissed for first period.

Quinn practically ran from class to class, desperately wanting to stay away form Santana, but she made sure to be last into third period so she ended up across the room from Santana.

Lunch was tricky, because Quinn wanted to eat in the Choir Room, but that would be the first place that Santana would look for her. Instead, she went to the cafeteria for the first time in a week and looked around. She saw Brittany looking curiously at her, sitting next to a bunch of Cheerios. Santana wasn't with her. Good.

Quinn opted to sitting next to Rachel, who was sitting by Kurt, Mercedes and Tina, who were very surprised a the blonde who decided to sit with them. Rachel just gave her a big smile and continued their conversation normally, and Quinn was grateful.

Halfway through lunch, she saw Santana walk into the cafeteria and look defeated as she saw Quinn eating with the Glee kids. The Latina actually started to walk towards her, but Rachel noticed and gave the girl a glare. Quinn sighed with relief as Santana tensed and lowered her gaze, turning and going to sit by Britt.

"Thanks, Rach," Quinn mumbled. Rachel gave her a smile.

Glee Club later was a little tricky, but Rachel made it simple by stopping by her locker after their last class and walking her to Glee. They walked in and sat down together. I seriously owe this girl so much.

Quinn actually paid attention during the whole Glee Club rehearsal and memorized her four solo lines, feeling proud of the way she sounded singing them. She found herself smiling widely by the end of the club, even though she could feel the burning gaze of those two, beautiful, chocolate colored eyes burning into the back of her head.

When Glee ended, Quinn said bye to everyone, minus Santana, and left quickly. She decided to take the back exit and walk around the school to the parking lot to stay away from Santana.

Wow, I actually had a really good day today, Quinn marveled as she walked around the building, a little skip in her step. Halfway to the parking lot, she heard footsteps behind her.

Quinn spun around, her heart rate increasing and stumbled back as she saw Santana. "Um," the blonde mumbled, not knowing what to say.

"Whoa, calm down," Santana told her in a soft voice. Quinn pursed her lips and looked down at her feet.

"What do you want?" she asked quietly.

"I need to talk to you, and I need you to listen," Santana answered. Quinn looked up, scowling.

"I don't want to hear anything, Santana," she snapped. "I don't want to hear any 'I'm sorry' or 'We can still be friends' or any shit like that! I don't want your pity, and I don't want your apology."

"Quinn, listen to me," Santana told her forcefully.

"Go away, Santana," Quinn snapped, starting to turn. She found herself completely shocked as Santana grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the brick wall. It wasn't an angry move though, she actually hit the wall lightly. This didn't make any sense.

Quinn's eyes went wide as she found a pair of lips pressed against hers. This didn't make any sense either. What the freaking hell. Quinn took a moment to realized what was happening, and she quickly let her eyes flutter closed. She felt Santana's lips moving lightly against hers, so she reciprocated, kissing the Latina back. Oh god, this feels so good.

Santana pulled back away and Quinn opened her hazel eyes, meeting Santana's brown ones. "I don't like Brittany, Quinn." Quinn felt her brain get really fuzzy and she felt light headed suddenly. She was glad that Santana was still gently holding her shoulders. "I like you."

I like you.

Quinn's eyes widened and then suddenly, she fainted.

Yeah, Quinn fainted. I mean she was not expecting that, you can't blame her lol. I know that drama/angst didn't last so long, but I can assure you that there's more in the future for these two. Despite my other Quinntana fanficiton, New Things, and it's extreme lack of real drama, this fanfiction had drama and angst in it's future. Hopefully that pleases you all, I'm going to try to do my VERY best on this whole story!

Anyway, how'd you guys like it? I really like the Faberry friendship, it makes me smile when I'm writing it ^^ How do you guys feel?

PLEASE review, it makes me so happy! Should have another update tomorrow night for you guys :)

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Also... CONGRATZ to Glee for winning the TCA's Choice TV Comedy and to Lea Michele for Choice TV Comedy Actress! Woo! I know whatever the Cory tribute was made everyone cry, but I didn't actually watch the awards so I might go on YouTube and try to find it.

Also... CONGRATZ to Naya Riveraaa for her amazing single World Premiere on POWER106 :D Totally can't stop listening to it, I actually had a dream where I met Naya and it was so awesome and I woke up with Sorry stuck in my head. Lol. My Naya High xD

... I have one last thing ... I finally ate some mac and cheese yesterday. Craving officially satisfied *thumbs up*

Okay seriously I'm sorry for my long notes I'm just overly enthusiastic about things I guess. lol. yeah. uhm.

See you next time, beautifuls!