A/N: I was sitting here thinking of how Quinn doesn't have an ending. After all the shitty things that have happened to her, she doesn't get an ending and then Otis Redding comes on and I ended up here after months. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

This is just a Quinntana one-shot...unless I'm convinced otherwise

I've Been Loving You Too Long (Otis Redding)

While all of my former glee counterparts have found success and pitiful failures in the last three years, I have been slaving away at school. I've been told by many professors, sorority sisters and roommates that it is insane to breeze through Yale in just three years but here I am.

Two months shy of graduation and I find myself back at McKinley with Puck at my side. He has been so great for me in the past few months.

If there was ever a guy that has understood me better than I could ever begin to understand myself it's him. He knew that I needed the distraction. Being there with the palpable tension between my two best friends and the beard that was Biff Macintosh, I needed Noah to shield me from my nasty habit of looking to a man to define me.

And then Brittany gave that great display of devotion. Lilies.

I even helped her set it all up and then went running to the one person that was always there for me...maybe some times too much.

"You love her." He said as he passed the flask to me, our eyes glued to the view on the other side of the parking lot.

"Who?" I asked, my eyes never leaving the shake in Santana's hands as she clings to Brittany for dear life. I've noticed how hesitant she seems and it shows me just how fragile their reunion was.

"Santana. I mean I knew about Valentine's last year but the look you are giving her is lovesick."

"Noah..." I whispered, taking a gulp of the nauseating vodka.

"I know. You can't." He sighed. "But at least let me save you from making a fool of yourself."

Thanks to Noah, no one questions me if I stare at her too long. No one wonders why I'm tearing up as I watch Santana kneel in front of Brittany.

I look back at Noah and he begins to clap and I nod. That's what I should be doing. It's quick...a split second really but it's enough for him to know...this is breaking my heart.

But I smile through it and then Kurt does what I would never have the gull to do.

He protests, in front of everyone and I can't help but comment. I mean even if I'm against this travesty, I know that it's just not proper form to such a thing.

At least wait for the wedding.

It's what I would have done...except I have no intention of stepping foot near their union.

For me, this is it.

Brittany won and I will walk away.

Knowing that there was no way that I could trust myself with loving Santana anyway but at least even for a little bit, I got to hold her in my arms.

At least for those few hours, I got to pretend that she was mine.

I'm a Fabray, I will survive this with a smile, with grace even if it kills me inside. I won't stop loving her, I know it, Puck knows it and I'm pretty sure that dig of breaking the hearts of the guys and girls in the room was Santana verifying that even she knew how I felt.

I had to let her go...I just wasn't sure how.