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Author's Note: I started writing this chapter, thinking that I was going to write another chapter or, two. But by the time I finished writing it, I felt that I had told the story, and that putting anything else on would have been superfluous. I feel that this story is complete in these seven chapters, and I hope you enjoy reading this last segment of Can't Take It Anymore.

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Can't Take It Anymore

Chapter 7

BAM! Just like that. The impact of cold, sugary slush hitting Quinn in the face told her more than she needed to know. Her life was over. She would be smacked down to the bottom level of the social pyramid at McKinley. Alongside Jewfro.

Jewfro? Jacob Ben Israel must've done this. If only Quinn gave it enough thought…right now she was just crying and running to the bathroom. Poor girl.

Upon entering the bathroom, all the other girls walked out immediately upon setting their eyes on the blue girl. She clenched the edge of the sinks. Slowly her head tilted upwards. Finally her eyes saw what she had become. She hated herself. She hated Rachel.

Rachel cheerfully stepped through the doorway of McKinley. Then she slipped. A few people chuckled. She slowly got up, and then looked down. Blue slushie was on the floor. And her ass.

"What happened here?" Rachel asked, already knowing someone was bullied that day. Santana walked up to Rachel.

"Someone slushied Quinn. She's in the bathroom. Everyone knows." Santana's face was pale; she was shit-serious too. Rachel had never seen this side of Santana. She quickly ran off towards nearest bathroom, hoping she had chosen the right one. She slowly opened the door. It had only made a slight squeak when she heard Quinn.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" a tormented voice boomed at her. It made Rachel flinch. She continued in. For some reason, she was very timid. She walked into the room, and saw Quinn curled up, leaning against the wall. She face was red, hair tinted blue, along with her clothes. Even a blind man could tell she had been crying.

"Quinn…" Rachel whimpered – her heart ached seeing her baby like this. She started to cross the room but Quinn yelled again.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, BERRY!" hearing Quinn call her 'Berry' again showed Rachel she wasn't looking at her girlfriend. She wasn't looking at the person who had so valiantly made a good impression on her parents the night before. It wasn't the girl who held her the other day while they watched Drag Me to Hell. It wasn't even the girl who pushed Rachel down Monday. This new girl was a poor, tormented shell of herself.

Rachel's body started to shake in fear. She was afraid of Quinn.

"Quinn, please." Her voice wavered. Quinn didn't notice.

"RACHEL. GO!" Quinn tried the 'nice' approach. Rachel didn't go. Quinn stood up. Rachel's stomach flipped. Quinn marched forward. She grabbed Rachel's arms. She pushed her away. Rachel stumbled backwards, but maintained her stance.

"Quinn, calm down." Rachel begged.

"FUCK YOU. GO THE FUCK AWAY. JUST." Quinn's hands were clenched. Her knuckles were turning white. Her teeth were clenched. She couldn't think straight. Rachel stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist. Quinn tried to pry the girl off her. Rachel was holding on tight, trying to keep from crying. Quinn grabbed Rachel arms, and her nails dug into the brunette's skin. Rachel tried not to care.

"GET OFF OF ME." Quinn roared. Rachel shook her head. "GET OFF! GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF!" Quinn's crying continued. "PLE-HE-hease…" Quinn's voice broke off halfway and changed into a poor moan. She loosened her grip on Rachel's arms and slowly collapsed to the ground, Rachel holding onto her the entire time, keeping her from falling too quickly. Rachel took Quinn into her, and started to stroke her.

"I hate you. I ha-a-ate you." Quinn cried. "I hate you so fuckin' much, Rachel." Quinn cried half into Rachel's shirt, her hands clenching the back of Rachel's shirt. "I hate you. I hate you I hate you I haaaate you." Both Rachel and I wondered if she really meant 'hate' or if she was mixing the word up with 'love'.

"That's okay. That's okay." Rachel soothed Quinn. She would say it every time Quinn hissed at her. Sometimes their voices would get jumbled up.

"I hate you."

"That's okay, baby, that's"

"I hate you, you stupid fu"

"It's okay. Everything's"

"You goddamn girl. You suck so"

"breathe. Just breathe. Just"

"I don't want you. I want you away. Just get away from"

"Someday it'll all be okay. You understand?"

"hate you. I just want you away"

"It'll be okay Quinn. You understand? It'll be okay. Let me know you hear me."

"go away." But Quinn nodded and she gripped harder onto Rachel's shirt.

Quinn soon dozed off after the two were escorted to the nurse's office by Mr. Schue. Quinn remained latched onto Rachel but had significantly calmed. She continued to mumble something almost silently to Rachel, but she could never make out what it was; keeping Quinn calm was most important so she never pressed the girl to speak up.

When Quinn opened her eyes…where was Rachel? Rachel wasn't there. Mr. Schue and the nurse were on the other side of the room chatting quietly. Of course, Quinn was the center of attention once they realized she had awoken. Quinn's eyes were extremely sore and her head was throbbing. She was scared. Where was Rachel? Did Quinn break up with her? She couldn't remember what happened before except that she was upset because everyone found out about her and Rachel. Where was Rachel? She was probably in her classes. Quinn got upset with herself for not realizing that sooner.

"Is Rachel okay?" Quinn asked before Mr. Schue could inquire about her wellbeing.

His eyebrows furrowed, but he nodded. "Are you?"

Quinn shrugged. "What time is it?" and as it wanted to try and answer, the bell rang and children filled the hallways.

"Its noon." Her teacher answered shortly. Then Rachel burst through the door. She jumped when she saw Quinn sitting upright, awake.

"Quinn!" she gasped loudly. Quinn smiled reservedly. Rachel dropped her books on a table and came over to Quinn. "How are you feeling? Did sleep improve your condition any? I shouldn't being asking so many questions, you're probably disoriented and don't wanna listen to my annoying question I'm gonna shut up now-"

"Rachel!" Quinn interrupted unusually quietly, "Its fine. I'm a little uncomfortable. Um…" Quinn glanced at the adults, "Can we speak outside for a moment?" Rachel nodded, immediately after realizing the question was pointed at the supervisors. Mr. Schue consented, and Quinn slowly emerged from the bed-couch-thing she was on. Rachel held the door open as they walked out.

"I'm so sorry, Quinn." Rachel hugged Quinn tightly. Several students stared as they went by, which Quinn was highly alert of. Rachel was oblivious, although.

"Rach," she gently pulled the brunette off of her. Rachel looked up at her with gooey brown eyes. "…Have you talked to anyone? In glee?"

Rachel nodded, "Santana and Brittany. And then Mercedes. Sam and Puck told me they had our backs. I haven't talked to Finn yet…" her voice trailed off; neither one of the girls were particularly excited about what Finn's reaction may or may not be.

"Fuck Finn. He's not important right now. Don't worry about him. I'll talk to him. And if he tries to talk to you just ignore him. Okay? I'll explain everything to him later." Quinn's heart beat just at the thought at talking to the giant boy whose two ex-girlfriends were now intertwined in a passionate affair that was the hottest news at McKinley since…ever. Well, that's a little exaggerated.

"Okay. Please feel better. I'm so sorry everything happened like this. I'll come by here during lunch and we'll hang out, mkay? I love you so much. Gotta go. Can't be late." Rachel gave Quinn a kiss on the nose and shuffled off, giving one last look at the blond before turning the corner and disappearing from the blonde's sight. Any thoughts that were in Quinn's mind now disappeared or turned to mush…she couldn't quite tell.

How had she gotten so lucky? How did she wind up in the beautiful relationship with Rachel Berry? RACHEL BERRY? This was the girl she used to hate. Who she assumed, while not saying it, hated her too. But in truth actually held these feeling deep down for Quinn that she would never have imagined.

This got Quinn thinking. Did she really like Rachel before, or was she just fascinated at the thought of the brunette crushing on her? Or…did she just find the thought of being in bed with another girl extremely arousing? But if it was he inner lesbianism talking, why didn't she just start something with Brittany or Santana…or Brittany and Santana? Was it because she didn't want to be the newbie? She wanted to have all the control when she and Rachel were naked, making hot passionate love in Quinn's bed…their bodies melding together and tongues wrestling.

Quinn was about to keel over. These thoughts were giving her…awkward physical reactions.

Quinn walked back into the nurse's office, where she laid back down onto the mat and tried to stop thinking. Well, not completely. Just about why she suddenly was infatuated with her ex-worst enemy. She just wanted to be with Rachel. It didn't matter why anymore. Just…it just mattered being with Rachel.

Then Brittany showed up.

"Hey, Mr. Schue. Can I talk to Quinn in the hall?" she asked, alerting the Fabray. Mr. Schue nodded and Quinn was pulled by Brittany into the hall.

"So. I heard you got upset everyone found out about your sweet lady kisses." By this time the halls were empty. Quinn hadn't even noticed the bell had rung. Quinn nodded, her eyes fighting back tears. She felt so ashamed at her treatment of her beautiful girlfriend.

"Yeah." Quinn's voice was horse. Brittany brought Quinn into a hug. Quinn's defenses broke for a second and a few tears made their way out. Brittany pulled away and pulled out a pack of tissues that Quinn gladly took. She dabbed under her eyes and thanked Brittany.

"So, I have to get back to class. Santana won't be happy if her fingers don't have anything to keep them warm. But…before I go…"

"Yes, Britt?"

Brittany looked into Quinn's eyes. "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time, but since you were straight I never did. Now that you're gay…can I give you a sweet lady kiss?" Quinn's mouth was slightly agape in shock of what she was asked.

Instead of replying, Quinn took Brittany's head in her hands and pressed her lips to the taller girl's. She pulled away not long after that, but it made Britt happy.

"Don't tell San. She would kill me." Brittany nodded and smiled.

"Thank you." The taller blond said before twirling away.

"She tastes nice." Quinn mumbled to herself.

"Quinn?" a hand nudge her shoulder, and Quinn's eyes slowly opened to find the beautiful Rachel Berry standing before her. Again.

"Hey." Quinn smiled, turning on her side.

"You ready for lunch? I made you something special seeing that you did so well with my parents yesterday."

Yes. It was…bacon *shudders*.

"I love you." Quinn grinned. Rachel rolled her eyes and, with Schue's permission, escorted Quinn Fabray to the choir room. The two sat down and started to nibble at their food.

"Are you excited for glee today?" Rachel asked, naturally.

"I kissed Brittany."

Silence filled the room. For too long. Rachel's wide eyes studied Quinn's nervous ones for an eternity. Quinn stood up and started to walk over to Rachel.

"No!" Rachel held out her hand. Quinn felt her heart breaking. "Not with your greasy bacon hands." A smile spread onto Quinn's face.

"I'm sorry. Rachel. She just…she asked for a kiss and I couldn't say no…"

"It's okay. I probably would've done the same." Rachel laughed.

"Really?"

"No," Rachel blushed, "Actually she asked me if we could have a…one-night-stand. She thought it would be fun to have sex with a tiny person." Quinn tried to not laugh, but it proved impossible, as soon both Rachel and Quinn were roaring laughing. And somehow, just somehow, they both ended up holding each other tighly.

Rachel was crying.

"I am going to work as hard as I can to make sure this relationship works and that you are happy. I don't care if I have to saw off my arms and legs. I love you, Quinn Fabray, and I want you to know." Rachel's words, mixed with her tears, were enough to answer all of Quinn's questions from before.

Did she like Rachel?

Yes.

Why?

Because she so kind and sweet and selfless.

Does she love Rachel?

More than anything.

"I love you, too." Quinn croaked into Rachel's hair. She was trying not to cry herself. It proved rather difficult however. "I love you more than I've ever even thought about loving anyone. And I can't take it anymore. I never ever want you to feel like you don't love me or that you can't come to me with anything. And I'm sorry I kept us secret for so long. If I felt what I was feeling now I would have never done that to you. You deserve to be love," Quinn kissed Rachel's forehead, "more than any human being can even dare to try. You deserve something better than me. So I'll work hard, to make sure you feel that way. Because you deserve it. Because you may not need it now, but when you do, you'll have it. Because you're more than just a teen girl, Rachel. You're a beautiful human being. You're an incredible woman. You're an angel on earth. And I'm not sure that God put you here just for me, but I'd like to think so."

"Quinn…"

"Just hold me please." Arms strengthened their hold. Tears flowed more freely than ever. Rachel's heart was so overfilled with love she thought she might die. Neither one of the girls was going to let go.