Author's Note: I finally wrote a sequel. I hope you enjoy, even though I think it seems better without the sequel. Thank you for all the reviews. I also apologize for any errors in advance.

Quinn Fabray was merely scribbling notes in her notebook when she heard the doorbell rang. She slammed the notebook closed, picking it up and dropping it on her desk and slid the pencil on top of it. She rushed to open her own bedroom door immediately, only to find Rachel Berry outside in the hallway.

They hadn't talked to each other since that incident a few weeks ago. It was completely awkward around the two of them whenever they were near each other. Each time their eyes connected, Quinn could easily see the hurt embedded in those chocolate irises.

Quinn still felt terrible about what she did, knowing she had hurt Rachel intentionally. She finally admitted to herself that night, when Rachel had kissed her, that had feelings for Rachel. But her father told her it was wrong, and despite living with two of the most loving homosexual people, she knew it was wrong.

So the next day, she invited Sam over and had sex with him. She cringed when he entered, and she faked all her moans and groans, even her orgasm. The music blasted suddenly from Rachel's room, and she knew that Rachel was trying her best to block out the noises, and she slightly teared inside.

After the event with Sam, she forced him out in tears, and he didn't even bother to ask her if she was okay. She immediately showered, trying to get rid of all the filth from her body. After the shower, she sobbed a bit more before leaving the room, craving a treat. She met Rachel there, and tried to ignore the brunette, she really wasn't in the mood.

And when Rachel told her she loved her, she had bitten her lip from replying the same. Instead she mumbled, "I know," and slammed the door on her face. She then proceeded to toss herself on her bed, crying herself to sleep.

"I'll get it," Rachel stated, before skidding down the steps. Quinn stared after her numbly, and returned to her room, closing the door softly. She traveled back to her notebook, curiously wondering who the intruder was. She plopped herself down on her chair, sliding open her notebook and continued to write.

She jolted when she heard a bang outside of her room. She stood up quickly, assuming Rachel was being injured, and rushed towards her door. She threw it slightly open to peek, only to find Rachel against the wall in front of her, with her eyes tightly closed, and Santana Lopez holding her up as she stood in between her legs.

Their lips were latched together, and their bodies pressed against each other closely. Santana tore her lips away for a moment, then began nibbling hotly on Rachel's neck. Rachel moaned, throwing her head back.

Quinn felt an immense tinge of jealously, and swallowed. Why was Santana here? Since when was Rachel attracted to her? What happened to Brittany?

While she was consumed with her thoughts, she didn't realize Rachel's eyes had opened, and was staring right at her. Quinn inaudibly gasped, and shut the door almost right away. She panted against her door, and was furious at Santana after a moment.

"Hey," she heard Rachel call, "Santana, can we go to my bedroom?"

Santana grumbled, "Sure thing."

Then there was another slam of the door. Quinn growled to herself. She forced herself to believe that Rachel wouldn't lose her virginity to Santana. She wouldn't do that. Rachel isn't like that.

Quinn groaned again, and made her way back to her notebook. She angrily wrote down her thoughts, that always seemed to help, as she tried her best to drown out the noises in the other room.

Quinn suddenly woke up, and she realized after a moment that she had fallen asleep. She stared disgustingly at her notebook, where there was a puddle of drool on her words she had written previously.

She listened for noises, only to find their were none, and was hoping Santana had left. She checked the clock, and noted that only an hour had passed. She flipped open her door, and peered into Rachel's room, where the door was mysteriously opened. The bed seemed messy, but it was completely empty.

"Rachel?" she called quietly. No reply.

She cautiously descended down the steps right behind her, almost tripping a few times. Her steps were soundless as she trotted. The kitchen was empty, and she peeked around a corner, catching Santana on one of the couches, facing away from her.

Her legs were twisted on the middle table, and had an arm around Rachel, who was curling against her side. Quinn watched them for a moment jealously as they continued to stare at the television.

Rachel had one of her hands stuffed in a plastic bag full of chips, and had the other hand hooked around Santana's. She gripped lightly at a chip, and gingerly slid it in between Santana's lips, who giggled silently. Rachel sent her a glowing grin, mouthing another chip herself. And then, Rachel looked at Santana the same way she did towards Quinn herself just a few weeks ago. After a moment, they both chuckled and kissed languidly.

They pulled back a minute later, smiling broadly. Quinn groaned inaudibly to herself. She desperately wanted to slug Santana's face in. She hates how right when she's ready to confess her feelings, Santana appears and Rachel's already over her.

If she wasn't such an asshole before, Rachel would be in her arms right this instant. They would be exchanging perfect liplocks, and Rachel would be feeding her chips as they watched some stupid reality tv show.

Suddenly, Rachel's head swung around, to get rid of any knots in her neck, and their eyes locked again. Quinn gulped, almost as if she was in a trance. Rachel smiled at her, before turning back around, twisting her neck again, but in shorter turns.

Quinn suddenly ducked back into a kitchen, and realized after a moment that Rachel had just looked at her as she usually did.

She squealed inside, hoping that what she was assuming was true, and that Rachel still liked or, loved her. She still had a chance.

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