I loved that the Rachel-Quinn conflict is really boiling again but I don't think the slap scene was done all too well so here's my version. I don't own Glee. My readers know that if I did...Quick would be married by now (or at least dating). Will update as possible, I promise!

"Kurt Hummel" The awkward monotone words escaped from Figgins' lips like a plus size model from a smart car. The hysterical he-queen ran out, crying.

"Um..." Figgins paused. "Well, thank you all for voting. That is all." He said into the mic then walked off the stage, leaving the candidates shocked on the stage. The first to run away bawling her eyes out was, of course, Quinn. Then Santana. Then Lauren (not crying, but quite pissed). Then Samantha (some freshman who for some reason thought she had a chance in hell.) Rachel rushed to the east-wing bathroom hoping to avoid any of the crushed candidates. But of course, the east-wing ladies' room was smaller so that's where Quinn happened to be.

"Oh, Quinn", she choked out. She could see how furious and distraught the blonde before her was but the right words to say just couldn't come out from their hiding spot in Rachel's brain. "I'm sorry" she whispered, placing her hand above, not on but above, Quinn's shoulder.

"Don't apologize to me!" Quinn Fabray shot the glare of all glares at her Take him! He obviously wants you more! God, what is it with you? You act so perfect but all you are is a four foot man-stealer! Look at me! Why not me? Why you?" The anger-charged felt like an array of bullet all hitting Rachel at once. Before she could even think of a response, Quinn's dainty hand crossed her face like a fly swatter.

"Q-Quinn" She stammered, a tear rolling down her cheek. "I'm sorry. I love him so much and I can't help it. I'm sorry." Rachel Berry stormed out of the ladies' room desperately trying to avoid Quinn's gaze.

Upon realizing what she had just done, Quinn felt her heart sink. She was the HBIC and, according to Jacob Ben Israel's blog "the school's hottest glee not-so-hotty". She'd been hot since high school but never cold. Or this cold at least. She grabbed her teal clutch off the bathroom counter and ran after the crying Jewish girl she'd just assaulted.

When she found Rachel she was crying against a locker around the corner, and being comforted by the only person who could make Quinn's heart break even more - Noah Puckerman. "Oh..." she said softly.

"Oh is damn frickin' right, Fabray!" He said rising from his seat on the floor. "What the hell's the matter with you?" Puck's eyebrows screamed"Heads up! He's pissed" but his voice and his eyes panged with the desire to lean in and kiss her and tell her "I still love you".

"Puck, please" she managed to say as he grabbed the wrist that didn't have her corsage on it and pulled her into the nearest classroom. "Don't." She warned, tears welling up in her eyes.

Again the anger teemed through his expression and tone. "Don't what, Quinn?" He demanded an answer. "Don't comfort Rachel because you don't feel an ounce of regret for all you've done to her over a guy you don't love?" He stressed the words like she was deaf because there was nothing more important in that moment that getting his point across. "Or" He narrowed his eyes accusingly. "Don't use Lauren and Rachel to get over you like I did last year? Like you're doing with Finn now?" And she thought Finn spoke powerfully when he was upset. She couldn't even manage to fit syllables to create words because she knew everything he'd just said was true.

"So you're not the prom queen? So fucking what? Don't even try telling me or Rachel you actually care about Finn!" He shouted angrily and pointed an aggravated finger towards the door where Rachel was sitting outside the old Home-Ec room. "I know it won't be tomorrow, but it'll all end for you soon, Princess." His old nickname for her cut her like a knife. A rusty, jagged, knife. "You were only with him for the crown! Well, guess what, Cinderella! You didn't get it! Now what's your reason for being with him, huh?" Puck plopped his large, calloused hand on top of his head and stroked the strip of hair that laid on top as he often did when he was upset.

"Puck, stop!" After being railed (not in the way he wanted to) by Puck, not winning the crown, being constantly reminded she didn't win the crown, then being forced into a conversation about her obviously-fake relationship, she just couldn't take it. "Puck" she whispered again, the tears flowing from her eyes.

"Do you even know where we are, Fabray?" He questioned and gestured to the dark room in which they where standing. "The room you tried to kiss me in when we had that food fight." He said. The anger had tired him out and all that was left was pure hurt and frustration.

"You tried to kiss me, Puckerman" She scoffed. The blonde wiped several tears from her left hand and walked out of the room. Because being there meant remembering. Remembering meant caring. And caring? Well that's not something she desired to do. Not about him, at least. "Not now. Not ever." She promised herself.

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