It has been about a week and a half now since Quinn returned home to New Haven. Home was such a funny word to her though, because no where she went really felt that way. The only place she really felt like she was home, was in the choir room. Why? She never really understood, until she actually left Lima.

The choir room was the one place that she felt at peace. Somewhere that she could be herself without being judged. And it was nice, and definitely a change of pace for her. On the outside, everything was about the look of things.

School had been a complete drag, and she found herself looking at Santana's instagram. Scrolling through her entire page, and smiling when she saw a certain pictures that made her heart flutter.

It was 1 am on a Friday night, and Quinn was drinking with her roommates in their apartment. It was a laid back night. They had a bottle of red open and were watching re-runs of Grey's Anatomy playing on tv.

"Quinn, you still haven't told us about the wedding! Did your friend ever keep their word?"

Jessica and Emily were Quinn's roommates for the entire time she had been at Yale. It was hard at first for her to find anyone she could vibe with. As we all know, she didn't have much close friends at McKinley and her crew was constructed of just Santana, Brittany and her. When Rachel initially called her about getting together, Quinn was in the car with Jess and Emily. She didn't know how to tell them that Rachel was a girl so she kept the pronouns out of it.

"Nothing happened, I spent most of the weekend with San." She replied. "And to be honest; that was probably the better choice."

She wanted to tell them eventually, that she also liked girls. Quinn wasn't in high school anymore, and she knew that the outside world was a much more accepting and forgiving place. But she wasn't ready to tell anyone just yet, it was just a technicality that Santana found out.

Which, she was glad about. It saved her from having to actually tell her herself. Inside she knew that it was good that Santana knew about the real Quinn. She initially expected the side of Santana to tease and rag her about it but she got none of it. She got a side she had never really seen too often and that was the compassionate side. The truth was, she only saw that side come out to Brittany and she just happened to be in the vicinity to see it happen.

"Well-" Emily said as she took a sip. "I'm glad you had a good weekend with Santana. When is she coming to visit by the way?"

"Hopefully soon."

Santana was sitting on the bleachers of the football field at Louisville. It was nearly dark out, and she had just finished practice.

Have fun at practice. Call me when you aren't busy.

She had been staring at a text from Brittany for nearly ten minutes when one of the girls on the team got her attention.

"Santana, what are you still doing here?"

"Just chillin', I got a text from my ex and like I want to call her but I don't."

Caitlyn sat down next to her, and put her bag in front of her feet. "Is it one of those things that you just aren't sure that is a good idea?"

"Yeah, I mean-" Santana placed her phone face down on the bleacher next to her. "I still love her and it's just hard seeing her happy with someone else."

Caitlyn had been the closest thing to a friend that Santana had since getting to Louisville. Her roommate was a complete and utter nerd, didn't do anything but study and wanted the dorm room completely quiet at all times of the day. Which was difficult for Santana because once she started listening to music, she would sing. So she made sure that her roommate was out of the room before she started listening to music. It was just easier that way. And that's where Caitlyn came in, she lived a little off of campus in a nice apartment her parents got for her before she started school. She loved music and played basically every instrument under the sun. Caitlyn would play music while Santana would sing and they'd do that until the late hours of the night, taking shots in between.

"How about you call her and find out what she wants." Caitlyn stood up and grabbed her bag. "And I'll stay in the parking lot and wait. If it ends bad, we can go down the street and get some milkshakes. If it's good? We can still get milkshakes."

Santana nodded, and Caitlyn turned and walked down the stairs and into the parking lot. She grabbed her phone and clicked on Brittany's name. It rang a few times before she picked up.

"Hey San!" Brittany sounded like her usual self, perky. Happy.

"Hey Britt, what's going on?"

"I have something to tell you. And see, I wanted to be on the phone because I wasn't sure how you would take it." She paused. "San, Sam proposed last night."

Santana could feel her heart physically stop. No way this could be real.

"I said yes."

It was like the world began to spin. Santana's body began to grow numb, and her breathing began to shorten. Sam proposed to Brittany. Now what was she supposed to do?

Back in New Haven, Quinn was finishing up her last cup of wine when she got a notification from Facebook on her phone. She washed her wine glass and placed it on the drying rack before grabbing her phone off of the coffee table in the living room. When she opened the notification, she froze.

"What's your plan for this weekend, Quinn?" Emily called out from her room. She walked back out into the living room and sat on the couch next to Quinn. "Staying home again?"

"Actually," She showed Emily her phone. It was a picture of a generously big ring on Brittany's finger, placed there by Sam. I said yes! the caption read. "I think I have somewhere to be this weekend."

"Isn't that Santana's ex?"

"It is. And by now, she probably found out. I have to go to Louisville."

Quinn ran to her room and packed a bag, got in her car and began her 13 hour journey to Kentucky without a plan or any type of idea about how she was going to handle this. All she knew? Was that she needed to be there for Santana.