A/N: I finally reached over 100 follows. This is posted today in honor of those people. Thank you to all who take time to review. Your comments are appreciated. This chapter has closure for Jamie and progress for Faberry. I do not own anything except my OC Jamie.

Chapter 10

Jamie smiled awkwardly at Quinn as she walked into the room. She strolled over to the couch, sat down, and looked up at Quinn as she patted the seat next to her. Quinn cleared her throat before joining the tall brunette.

"How are you doing, Quinn?" Jamie asked softly. "I saw Rachel and another girl at the bookstore. They were getting her some clothes. I figured you might be here, so I thought I would drop by."

"That's our friend Santana. She was worried about Rachel and came to get her" The blonde took a deep breath before looking up at Jamie. "I'm so sorry, Jamie. I never meant to hurt you," Quinn began, but the tall brunette just grabbed her and gave her a hug.

"I know, Quinn. I've known that you were hung up on someone since the day we met. You just looked so lost and alone, so I arranged to bump into you. When you flirted with me I decided to help you come to terms with whatever it was that was bothering you."

"But why? I don't understand."

Jamie looked at her sadly. "Because you reminded me of me. I left someone behind and I regret every day that I didn't say what was in my heart. She got married last month and I was devastated. Maybe it was stupid, but I thought that we could help each other."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"For the same reason you didn't. The pain was still too fresh. We were having some innocent fun together and keeping the pain away."

"I'm still sorry, Jamie. I wanted to feel the same way about you that I do about Rachel, but I can't. For better or worse she's in my heart. And for whatever it's worth, that other girl is a fool. You are amazing. You were sweet, patient, and caring with me and some girl in the future will be very lucky."

Jamie's eyes glistened as she smiled tremulously at the blonde. "It's okay, Quinn. And for the record I think she has feelings for you."

"I doubt it. Even if she does, I can't do anything about it right now," Quinn sighed.

"Why not?" Jamie asked curiously.

Quinn sighed again and immediately launched into her and Rachel's shared history and the recent events involving Finn.

"Wow," Jamie muttered after Quinn had finished, "Maybe the cliches about lesbian drama are true." Quinn chuckled as Jamie continued, "I'm sorry for your loss, Quinn. It always hurts to lose someone that you love, even if it's just as a friend. But she was in love with him, so she may not be ready to even consider being with you. I think that for right now you should just be a shoulder for Rachel, someone she can turn to for comfort. She knows your feelings now, so the next move has to be hers."

Rachel snuggled into the soft comfort of the large Yale sweatshirt. She had run from Quinn's room in such an emotional state that she had been completely unaware that she was clad only in her pajamas. Thankfully Santana had caught up with her and dragged her to the school bookstore to get her something to wear.

The two brunettes settled into a booth at one of the campus's many coffee shops. Rachel didn't know where to begin. Her mind was still reeling from the knowledge that Quinn was in love with her; that the blonde had slept with Santana. She opted to ignore that last part. The brunette had enough to deal with regarding Quinn's feelings. She had replayed the kiss over and over in her mind. The kiss had made her feel alive, powerful. It had also made her feel safe and cherished. She pushed those traitorous thoughts away as she sipped her soy latte. Finn had made her feel all those things once and now he was gone.

She felt Santana softly grasping her hand. "What happened, Rachel?"

Rachel looked up, "Quinn loves me. Sh...she kissed me and told me she's in love with me." The diva paused to watch the news sink in. To her utter surprise the Latina smiled.

"Finally! It's been so tiring to watch her ass moon over you. Sometimes it seemed like the sexual tension between you two would suffocate the choir room." Santana cackled, "I mean really? She told you about Yale before anyone else, she rushed to your wedding, she gave you her crown and she gave you train passes." Santana narrowed her eyes at Rachel, "The real question is-what are you going to do now that you know?"

The diva nearly spit out her coffee as realization crashed into her. "I don't know!," she spluttered. "It's Quinn, the epitome of perfection, and I just...it's.. She trailed off and Santana looked at her knowingly.

"I didn't hear you say that you don't have any feelings for her," Santana stated quietly. Rachel felt her chest tighten at the Latina's next words. "How do you feel about her?"

Rachel sniffled as she contemplated the question. She'd always cared about Quinn in some way. She remembered convincing her to come back to glee, talking with her in the school restroom, and singing with her. She recalled their conversation in the hallway during Prom and the look on Quinn's face as they stared at each other and the pride on the blonde's face after prom queen was announced. She thought about how Quinn would often watch her sing and the light in those soft hazel-green eyes. The diva raised her eyes to meet Santana's.

The little diva spoke softly at first, "I really care about Quinn. We've been through so much and ever since Finn died all I've wanted is to talk to her." Her voice rose angrily, "I don't understand how she could claim to love me and then abandon me when I needed her most!"

Santana countered, "You stopped talking to her. She told me that you and her hadn't spoken in weeks. Why did you stop emailing and texting her? After your pregnancy scare you stopped talking to her completely. Even before that you hadn't emailed her in weeks, not even to answer her emails. You completely blanked her at that mess of a wedding and all so you could get your mack on with Finn." Santana kept going, "She was looking forward to seeing you so much. I had to keep changing the subject so she'd stop talking about how proud she was of you and how talented you are. It was disgusting!"

The pain in her chest doubled at Santana's words. She knew that she'd been caught up in some life drama and had neglected Quinn terribly. "So why didn't she say anything?" Rachel wondered aloud.

"Because Quinn never wanted to put that kind of pressure on you. She figured that you stopped caring when you no longer replied to her messages or emails, so she ran. She was stupidly trying to protect her heart by letting you go."

Rachel toyed with her straw as she swirled her coffee. She ached for Quinn and the pain she had inadvertently caused the blonde. The diva looked up at Santana with determination. "I need to talk to Quinn."

A/N2: The end! Just kidding. Rachel and Quinn still have to work some things out, but at least now they'll start talking.