Not Like I Think About You Constantly

By: Tracy Cook

Disclaimer: I do not own anything; these characters belong to the creators of Glee, One Tree Hill, and The Vampire Diaries.

Authors Note: This is an AU fic that focuses around Glee/OTH/Vampire Diaries. There will be NO VAMPIRES and characters may be slightly OOC, but I will try and keep them in character.

Pairing: Quinn/Rachel, Brooke/Haley, and Caroline/Rebekah.

Rating: M

Chapter Thirty

Worlds Apart

Quinn chewed on her cheeks as she stared across the living room at her parents. They were both sitting on the couch in front of her and watching her closely, like they were waiting for her to say something. She knew that was exactly what they were waiting for. They wanted her to tell them about the photograph and what it meant before having to ask about it. She refused to do so, though.

'What if that isn't even what they want to talk about… What if it's something else?' Her mind attempted to ease her worries, but it did little to help.

She knew that was what they wanted to talk about.

Her nails dug into the edges of the recliner that she was sitting on and she crossed and uncrossed her legs nervously as she waited for her parents to say something. They were doing the same. They were waiting for her to grow so uncomfortable in the silence that she admitted her guilt. It was a tactic that they had used on her since she was a young child.

Finally, her father spoke. "Did you want to tell us something, Quinn?"

Quinn's grip on the chair tightened and she swallowed hard. She could feel her heart beating painfully in her chest. She was terrified that she might have a heart attack under the pressure. "Nothing I can think of." She muttered under her breath.

They both continued to sit there in silence and stare her down until she felt completely uncomfortable and like she needed to admit all of her sins. This was how her parents always got her to admit when she had done something wrong. And it had caused her to constantly feel the need to become exactly what they wanted her to be. It had caused her to try and be perfect for them, which in turn made her unhappy.

It wasn't until she met Rachel that she truly understood that she had to start living for herself instead of her parents and their religion.

She needed to be strong and admit to what made her happy.

Rachel was what made her happy.

"Your mother and I received a text message from one of the kids in your class tonight. That sweet young girl on your cheerleading squad." Quinn's father said as if it were a normal happenstance. "And we would like for you to explain it to us. Because, quite honestly the girl in this photograph does not look anything like the sweet little girl I know and raised."

Her body tensed and she clenched her jaw. She had nothing to say in response. She already knew what the text was about.

He stood to his feet and walked across the room, holding the phone out for her to see. It was the picture of her and Rachel snuggled up on the bed after the party. Quinn felt her chest clench tightly and her stomach flip and she was suddenly scared she would vomit. She hadn't been ready for her parents to find out about their relationship and instinctually she went to defending herself. "It's not what it looks like."

"Then what is it, exactly?" He pulled the phone away and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I was at a party with Brooke and Caroline and everyone else and we were all drinking." Her parents looked at her disgusted, despite the fact that her mother was currently sipping on a glass of wine. They were often extremely hypocritical. "And I got really drunk and somehow I ended up in the same bed as Rachel, but it isn't what it looks like. We just slept, we didn't do anything else."

"I should hope not!" Her mother said with a shocked expression. "Quinnie, I cannot believe what I am hearing. First you were drinking and then you did this with Rachel. We did not raise you to be like this." She spoke in a revolted tone and made it sound like it was a lot worse than snuggling. Quinn supposed that in her mind a sin was a sin and lying beside another woman was just as bad as having sex with one.

'In that case maybe I should have had sex with her…' Her mind teased and a blush covered her cheeks.

"I know, mother." Quinn stated in a monotone voice.

"Please tell me that this didn't mean anything, that this is just some sort of phase you are going through and that it was only a one-time thing."

The cheerleader did not wish to further upset her parents, but she knew that it would be wrong of her to just give in and tell them it was a phase. After everything she had done to get Rachel back and to get her second chance, she knew that she would have to admit her true feelings. If her parents hated her for being who she was then so be it.

"I can't tell you that."

"You are aware that this is against the Lord's wishes, Quinn." Her father spoke angrily. "He will send you straight to Hell for this sort of thing!"

"I know." Quinn muttered. She could feel the heavy weight of guilt on her shoulders and she just wanted to run out of the room. She hated that they always made her feel like she was a terrible human being every time that she broke one of the Lord's laws. She knew now where her priorities were and she knew that if Jesus could not forgive her for being with a woman then she didn't want to go to Heaven.

'I'd never want to go to Heaven without Rachel…'

"I knew that Rachel girl would be a bad influence on her. Not only is she Jewish, but she also has those disgusting abominations she calls parents. It's no wonder that since you've been spending time with her you've become such a terrible sinner." His words stung for a multitude of reasons and she could feel her anger rising. She couldn't believe that he thought she was a better person before spending time with Rachel.

"I was a horrible person before I started spending time with Rachel. I was mean, and I hurt everyone because I was scared of who I really am."

"Don't you dare say that you—"

"—I love Rachel." Quinn spoke with a strong voice and conviction. She had never felt more confident about anything in the world. Rachel's fathers were the sweetest most loving parents that she had ever met, and it didn't matter that she was Jewish or that she had gay parents, Rachel Berry was an amazing woman with a wonderful life ahead of her.

"You don't mean that, Quinnie. This is probably just you trying to rebel against us, these feelings you have for her—"

"—Are real. They are real and they have been there for a long time, mother. I love her more than I have ever loved anyone. She makes me happy and I want to be with her."

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Caroline smiled as she traced her finger along her girlfriend's neck and down over her exposed collarbone, causing the other woman to shiver beneath her touch. She found herself happy to be lying in her arms again. After the night filled with cat-fights and jealousy, she just wanted to curl up into Rebekah's naked body and find comfort in her warmth. Being wrapped up in her always brought her ease.

Something was still bothering her though.

She felt guilty about what had happened at the party. She had wanted to blame the entire evening on Rebekah's need to seek revenge, but that wasn't the case. It had been her fault. She knew that she should have walked over and asked Rebekah if it was okay to dance with Tyler. She should have known that it would cause drama dancing with her ex-boyfriend in front of the woman she loved.

In fact she had known.

That was why Caroline was feeling so guilty. She had thought to herself before walking onto the dance floor that it was wrong of her to dance with him, yet she had done it anyway. She knew she would have reacted just as irrationally as Rebekah had if she witnessed the blonde Brit dancing with one of her exes.

"I'm sorry." She spoke softly.

Rebekah's blue eyes snapped open and she glanced down at the other woman. She hadn't been expecting an apology from her. She didn't really think that she owed her one. They had both made a lot of silly mistakes that evening and she wasn't mad at her. "You have nothing to apologize for, love."

"Yeah, I think I kinda do." Caroline leant up on one of her elbows so that she could look directly into her eyes. "I know that you said we're even now, but I'm still really sorry. When he asked me to dance I got a really bad feeling and I knew that I shouldn't dance with him, you know? I looked over at you and I knew that it was wrong on so many levels for me to be dancing with my ex. He just looked at me like a wounded puppy dog and I felt so terrible about everything that I put him through, and before I knew what I was doing I was saying yes."

Rebekah reached up and ran her fingers gently through blonde curls, pushing them away from Caroline's beautiful face. She could see the pain and guilt shimmering in her eyes and it made her want to pull her close and never let go.

She never wanted to see her hurt again. After everything that she had been through, she just wanted her to be happy.

"It is fine now Caroline. I've already forgiven you."

"No, it's not fine. Don't you see? I was so worried about his feelings that I put him above you tonight and that is so, SO wrong. I just need you to know that you mean the world to me. You mean more to me than he does and you have nothing to worry about. I don't want anyone but you." She was practically in tears now and it broke her girlfriend's heart.

Rebekah reached up and wiped away the tears from Caroline's cheeks, before leaning in and planting a kiss against her forehead. "Please do not cry, sweet Caroline." She whispered softly against her skin. "You have nothing to apologize for. You made a mistake and I acted childishly in response to that mistake. It is I who should apologize to you."

She took in a breath and pulled back so that she could look over Caroline's face. The red mark was still evident on her cheek where she had been slapped and it caused Rebekah's heart to ache. She hated herself for causing that. "I should never have attempted to make you jealous. I let my emotions get the best of me, as I often do. Quite the temper and all." She grinned and Caroline laughed softly.

It was true. She had always had quite the temper.

As Caroline's laughter died down, Rebekah reached over and pressed her fingers gently against the red spot on her cheek. "Does it still hurt, sweetheart?"

"Not at all!" She smiled proudly. Her smile so wide that her teeth were showing and dimples caved into her cheeks. "I slapped that bitch way harder than she slapped me! Trust me; she'll be feeling that for weeks!"

"Are you always so proud of physically harming people?" Rebekah laughed. She was just happy to see Caroline smiling and laughing again, even if it was just because she hurt someone else.

"Not usually, but that bitch had it coming." She leant forward and kissed the other woman passionately, her hands wandering down over her stomach and around her waist until she reached her ass which she cupped in her hands and squeezed. Rebekah moaned loudly against her lips and Caroline smirked into the kiss. 'No one touches my woman…' She thought to herself as she continued to kiss the British woman with fever.

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Brooke tugged her bottom lip between her teeth as she dialed Haley's number for the second time. She had only been on tour for a day, but she was already missing her more than anything in the world. It was painful and she was starting to regret not asking her to stay and marry her. Especially now that she wasn't answering her phone.

'Haley was dancing on the stage, singing one of her songs into the microphone and she was lost in the music. It was like when she was on that stage everything around her disappeared. She did not think about anything but the words she was singing and the way that the crowd jumped around to her music.

It was amazing. It was a dream come true. The only thing missing from her dream was Brooke.'

Once again the phone rang until it reached Haley's answering machine and Brooke let out a loud sigh. She could not believe that it had only been a day and the other woman was already backing out of her promises. 'It's probably not that, Brooke. She's probably just busy… She's on a rock tour… She'll call you back when she gets the chance, just leave her a message and then wait and see if she calls back before getting upset.'

"Hey, you've reached Haley. I can't get to the phone right now, please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you."

'Beep'

Brooke suddenly forgot how to speak and it took her a moment to find her voice. "Uh—hey, Haley. I was just calling to tell you that I can't stop thinking about you and I am missing you already. You told me you'd call once you reached your first show and I still haven't heard from you, so uh, please call me back when you get the chance. I miss you and I—"

'Beep'

The answering machine cut her off.

"Love you…" She whispered to herself, finishing the sentence that she had started before setting the phone down on the bed and resting her head against the pillow. Brooke hadn't found the strength to crawl out of bed since her girlfriend left. She hadn't even eaten anything. She did not feel like it. All that she wanted to do was sleep until she got to see Haley again.

Hazel eyes fixated on the cellphone and it felt like her heart was breaking. With each minute that passed it got exceedingly difficult to breath. She watched as minutes turned to hours and Haley still hadn't called her back. It caused her stomach to flip uncomfortably and her mind to fill with unwanted images. Images of all the crazy things that her girlfriend could be doing now that she was on tour, all of the people who would be throwing themselves at her, all of the parties and the fun she would be having.

She was moving on without her.

"Okay! No! Haley promised that this tour wouldn't change her!" Brooke reminded herself, pressing her face deeper into the pillow and screaming into it. She was so frustrated with herself for not trusting in the woman she loved.

She was Haley. The innocent tutor-girl. She wasn't going to run off and start acting crazy just because she joined a band. She loved her and that wouldn't go away. She was probably just busy and Brooke just needed to do something to get her mind off of the cellphone that wasn't ringing. She needed to get some rest. When she woke up she would have messages from Haley telling her how much she missed her.

When she woke up everything would be alright.

With that last thought she allowed her eyes to close and her mind to drift off to a more peaceful time.

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"No daughter of mine is going to go against the Lord's laws and love another woman!" Her father shouted, taking a step toward her and throwing his hands around angrily. "I refuse to accept this! This isn't you, Quinn! This isn't the girl I love and raised!"

Quinn's mother watched as her husband screamed at their daughter. She sipped away at her wine and bit her tongue. She never stood up to him. She never did anything.

"But, I love her daddy! You can't tell me who I can and cannot love!" Her lips quavered and tears rolled down her cheeks and over her neck as she stood up and screamed back at him. She hated him for always controlling her. She hated him for making her hate herself so much. It wasn't right. A father was supposed to love their child no matter what.

"As long as you are living under my roof I can and I will tell you who you can love!"

Her heart was breaking as she heard these words. She knew that he would do everything in his power to make sure that she could never see Rachel again. She could not handle the thought of being separated from her again after so many years of pushing her away. "Please, daddy! Just once can you let me do what I think is right!? I love her daddy, please try and understand!"

"Never!" He screamed and took a step toward her, causing the young woman to flinch out of fear. She knew that her father wouldn't hit her, but he looked so angry that it terrified her. "From this day until you graduate High School you are grounded! You will not see or talk to that Rachel girl anymore!"

Quinn's body was shaking and she screamed, "How are you going to keep me from seeing her!? I will see her no matter what!" Her voice cracked under the strain of emotions she was feeling. She was breathing heavily and she felt like she would pass out any minute.

"You will not be permitted to use your cellphone anymore; you will no longer see your friends outside of class! I will tell Coach Sylvester that you are quitting the cheerleading squad and Mr. Schuester that you will not be participating in Glee Club any longer!"

"But Nationals are coming up!" She screamed, now sobbing loudly and holding onto her stomach.

"You will not be attending Nationals, Quinn! You will not be allowed anywhere near that Rachel girl! She is a bad influence on you and once you see that then maybe you will return to being my little girl again!"

Quinn felt like she was broken. Like all of the emotions that she once had, all of the happiness that she felt about the future, was gone. She felt empty inside and like she just wanted to crumble to the ground and cry. She couldn't believe how unreasonable her parents were being. Her father was punishing her for being in love.

She would never allow him to control her. No matter what he said, she would see Rachel.

"If you break these rules and I find out that you have been talking to that girl again then I will have no choice but to send you away." Her father said with a scowl on his lips and a serious look in his eyes. It was like he had read her mind and he knew that she was thinking about disobeying his rules.

"Send me away?" Her voice broke and she stared over at her mother. Her mother looked heartbroken, but still she didn't do or say anything to help her.

She simply stared back at her.

"There is a special camp for young Christians who are going through the same things as you are. It's a place where they go to get back on the right path. I don't want to send you there, Quinn, because I think you are smart enough to figure out that what you are doing is wrong." He took another step toward her and stared down into her eyes as he spoke. "But, if I hear that you so much as looked at that Rachel in school then I will send you away and they will ensure that you never have these impure thoughts again."

"Are you really going to let him do something like that, mother?" Quinn asked.

Once again her mother didn't say anything. She just looked away and took another sip of her wine. She didn't want to have to see the pain on her daughters face. It made her feel guilty.

"Fine! If this is what you want then fine! But, I promise you after I graduate from high school I am moving away with Rachel and I will never talk to either of you again!" She screamed and ran up the stairs, slamming the door to her bedroom and throwing herself on the bed. She pulled her pillow close and she cried into it.

She was absolutely devastated.

It had taken so many years for her to admit her feelings for Rachel and now that she finally had her, now that they were finally happy, she had lost her. She couldn't speak with her for a few more months and that killed her inside.

She knew one thing. No matter what her father said, she would find a way to communicate with her.

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Haley wiped the sweat from her brow as she walked back onto the tour bus after her first gig. Brown eyes quickly made contact with the clock and she realized that it was two in the morning. Her eyes widened and she ran toward her bag, unzipping the pocket and pulling out her cellphone.

Her heart dropped immediately when she realized that she had missed two calls from Brooke and she had a voicemail.

'I knew that I should have called her before I went on stage!' Haley thought to herself as she flipped open the cellphone and quickly dialed her girlfriend's number. She hadn't meant to be late in calling her, but it had been a really hectic day. They had spent the majority of it driving and then once they got to their destination they were late for the concert and had to hurry and set everything up. She hadn't meant to miss Brooke's call.

She chewed on her bottom lip as she listened to the phone ring. Praying that the other woman would pick up, praying that she was still awake.

Haley would never forgive herself if she already broke her promise to Brooke.

She had told her that she would call her every single night that she was on tour and that she would never change. It seemed that she was already changing, because she hadn't called her on time. That wasn't something she would normally do.

Her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly as she reached Brooke's voicemail. She wasn't still awake. Quickly, she tried to explain her actions to the voicemail. "Hey, sweetie, I'm so sorry that I missed your calls! Today has been really hectic. We spent most of the day driving around because we got lost and then when we finally found our venue we were late and had to hurry up and set up everything. I was planning on calling you before I went on stage, but things just got crazy and I lost track of time. Please call me back tomorrow! I love you and I miss you so much, I wish that you were here. I hope that you are sleeping well. Goodnight gorgeous."

Haley hung the phone up and she stared down at it with worried eyes.

She hoped that Brooke would forgive her for the mistake that she had made. She didn't want her to think that she was going to neglect their relationship now that she was on tour. That was never her intention. She just got carried away today.

She was certain that it would not happen again.

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Author's Note:

Thank you all for leaving me such wonderful reviews! I apologize for taking so long to post this new chapter and I am sorry for the length! It is mostly a mediation chapter before a small time skip! Y'all are amazing for sticking with me! I didn't get that many reviews for my last chapter so I am kind of worried that y'all didn't like it very much… Hopefully you guys are still enjoying this fic! Please do tell me what y'all think of this chapter! What do you guys think will happen with Baley? What drama could happen with Rebekoline next? Will Quinn find a way to get to Nationals?

Thank you so much for reading! You guys keep me writing!

I love you all!

-Tracy Cook