"Really Seb, it's nothing" Quinn persisted as she followed her date out of the restaurant. She felt no less than 10 pairs of eyes on them, but she didn't care, she wasn't throwing this, what she felt for Sebastian, away. Her past at McKinley- Finn was not ruining this for her.

"History is not nothing. Clearly it's not nothing otherwise you wouldn't have reacted like you did!" he retaliated, turning to stare at her. He noted the way her eyes lit up in the moon-light, but immediately shook it off. Now was not the time to become a lovesick puppy.

"It's the past, it's over, and I just- I don't want to-" she struggled to defend herself. She could tell him. She could just tell him everything, but that would mean letting her guard down – and there's no way she's doing that again. Sebastian glanced over at the New Directions, who had stopped climbing into various cars to watch them. He strode quickly to stand closer to Quinn, and firmly grabbed her wrist, dropping his voice.

"Look, I like you, a lot, like, I don't think I've ever felt this way before, and I don't think I've ever been this honest before, and I want this to go somewhere. I don't want this to be a one-time thing; this isn't just another hook-up for me…" Sebastian continued talking but Quinn froze. Those words. They meant something to her, something twigged inside her, and she shook her head. She wasn't doing this to herself, not again. She wasn't letting a boy ruin everything she'd built up, not again. She forcefully pulled her arm from Sebastian's grip and began to breathe heavier.

"This was a mistake. You should go" Her eyes remained focused on the silver of the pavement, so she didn't notice the hurt look on Sebastian's face. He'd just poured his heart out, and she was telling him to leave. He didn't understand what he'd done wrong – and how was he supposed to? He took one step, and when she didn't protest, he continued on towards his car, leaving her there, letting himself be distracted by the pat of the rain on the windshield.

Quinn felt herself begin to shake. She wasn't sure if she was shivering or having a panic attack, but she didn't like it. She felt a pair of warm hands grab her shoulders, and turned with a start, to find the one boy who started this, the one boy whom she convinced herself she hated with everything she could muster, the one boy whom she had irrationally blamed for everything wrong in her life.

"You" she spat, immediately shaking his hands from her body. "This is all your fault. You ruined everything. Again!"

"Woah" Puck held his hands up in defense "I didn't want to ruin your date, Finn dragged me and-"Quinn was still shaking, and still studying the silver of the pavement when Blaine approached them.
"Puck… leave it" he whispered, before placing a gentle arm around Quinn and helping her into the car, turning the heating up in the hope that she'd stop shaking, although he had a horrible feeling she wasn't shivering.

When Blaine finally pulled up outside the Fabray residence, Quinn had stopped shaking, and was now just staring at the floor absentmindedly, her hands subconsciously gripping at the leather seats. Blaine turned off the engine and studied his friend for a minute. It took her awhile to realize that they'd stopped. She looked up at Blaine, and all Blaine saw in her eyes was a plea, a cry for help. He took a deep breath before exiting the car and offering Quinn his hand. She took it, and squeezed it before following him towards her front door.

"Blaine you should go" she whispered quickly

"Let me just make sure you get in ok and then-".Blaine was cut off by the door opening, to reveal a very intimidating-looking Russell Fabray. Quinn shook her head and pushed Blaine back towards his car, before rushing into the house, slamming the door behind her. Blaine gingerly took a step back, reluctant to leave Quinn in her state, with him. But he had no choice. So he turned back to his car and dialed Sebastian's number, putting him on speakerphone as he began the drive home.

"Quinnie, where've you been sweetie?" Russell muttered, the stark contrast between his words and his tone astounding his daughter.

"Just out for dinner with a friend" Quinn replied, lightly rubbing her fingers along the edge of her eye, disposing of any smudged make up.

"You knew I was coming to see you tonight, haven't you missed me, darling?" Russell replied as Quinn sniffed back a sob.

"Of course I have daddy" she replied, her voice soft, before strolling into her father's embrace. She wasn't going to fight him tonight. She was going to smile sweetly, say all the right things, hug him, then make her excuses and go to bed. That's exactly what she did.

As she curled up in her comforter, she began to think about Sebastian, and tonight. Wow. She had mucked this up majorly. She had been irrational and over-reacted and she felt terrible about it. But maybe she'd been doing Seb a favour? He didn't want to go out with her. She was 'crazy'. Damaged goods. She had baggage. And no one, especially someone like Sebastian, wants to get mixed up in that. She yawned and began to drift off to sleep, her last thought being that it'd be better for everybody if she stayed lonely.