Pieces of Her, 3/?
Title: Pieces of Her, 3/?
Author: kagekamay
Rating: R
Length: 3,178
Spoilers: AU after Special Education
Summary: Contrary to popular belief, Rachel Berry wasn't unbreakable. Now she's broken and the only person who can put her back together is Quinn Fabray. WARNING deals with self harm
AN: Holy crap I wasn't planning on making this chapter so long but it just kinda happened. More Rachel angst ahead, I seriously feel evil for doing this to her. I just want to give her a hug. Oh and just a heads up Brittany's a bit OOC, so I'm sorry if that bugs you. Enjoy!
AN 2: The song in this chapter is "U Don't Have to Call" by Usher
Rachel opened her eyes as her alarm went off again. She groaned and turned it off, feeling if possible worse than she had the day before. Going to school was definitely not on the top of her priority list. Still, she didn't have the heart to skip, so she dragged herself over to her elliptical to start her morning routine.
An hour later, she was trudging down the stairs in her usual sweater and skirt combo. As she went to grab some cereal, she saw a post it on the fridge. She sighed, already knowing what was coming as she took it off the fridge.
Dad had to go to the hospital early this morning, and I decided to go to the office early as well. We will see you tonight.
Love,
Daddy
Rachel felt the familiar rush of frustration. This had been happening a lot lately, not that she had minded before. It wasn't as if she told her dads about what happened school. In fact, they hardly talked about anything at all that didn't involve their work or her dream of being on Broadway. She crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash, deciding that she wasn't hungry anymore, before heading to her car.
Rachel would never admit it to herself, but she felt a small pang of disappointment when she didn't see Brittany at her locker. The blonde had actually made yesterday somewhat bearable, but she wasn't about to risk Santana's wrath by looking for Brittany. Oh well, she hadn't needed friends before, so she could get used to it again right? She lingered by her locker anyway, checking the hallway one more time, before finally giving up and heading to math. Without Brittany, she knew today was going to be a lot worse. As she had expected people were whispering the moment she stepped through the door, eyeing her suspiciously as she wove her way through the desks to the back row. The teacher gave her an odd look, surprised that she wasn't sitting in the front, but chose not to say anything. Rachel zoned out the moment the teacher started talking about the unit circle, staring at the clock ticking off the minutes until the end of class. When the bell finally rang, she hurried from the room, not even staying to hear what the assignment was for that night. The moment she stepped into the hallway, a wave of cold slushy hit her square in the face. The laughter echoed in her eardrums as she wiped the red ice from her eyes, recognizing one laugh in particular. Her heart plummeted as her eyes found him, leaning casually against the wall opposite her, mirth glinting in his eyes.
"No little blonde protecting you today, loser!"
She wrenched her eyes away from Finn's to stare at Karofsky, who was sneering, an empty cup clenched in his hand.
Rachel narrowed her eyes and tried to save what little dignity she had by ignoring him and walking towards the nearest bathroom.
"Hey I'm not done talking to you!" Karofsky shouted, and she stopped mid-step, turning back around slowly to face her tormentor.
Before she knew it, another slushy, this time purple, was being thrown in her face. As if that wasn't enough, she felt the cup bounce off of her shoulder.
"Oh that was a special delivery from someone, but the first one was from me."
Rachel stood frozen in place, eyes shut tight and mouth agape as bits of ice dripped down her face. Blinking furiously, she opened her eyes just in time to see Karofsky high five Azimio before shouldering past her.
"Cya later slut!"
A tiny sob escaped her mouth, and the diva couldn't help glancing at Finn, secretly hoping he would have it in him to put aside their fight and help her. Instead, the quarterback shook his head in disgust before shouldering his backpack and walking away.
Quinn never thought the day would come where she would actually feel sorry for Rachel Berry, but as the girl in question stood in the middle of the hallway, drenched in a mixture of red and purple slushy with a broken expression on her face, Quinn felt a twinge of pity. For some reason, watching Finn walk away from the singer when she had been silently pleading for help from him had given her the sudden urge to kick him. It must be because he was such an idiot in general. This was just the last straw. Beside her, Brittany sadly watched Rachel rush towards the nearest bathroom.
"You need to help her."
Quinn rolled her eyes and gave the other blonde an incredulous look, "Why would I want to help treasure trail?"
Brittany sighed, crossing her arms in annoyance as she turned to her friend, "Why are you calling her names? San isn't around so you can just call her Rachel."
Quinn's eyes widened in surprise. Sometimes she forgot how perceptive Brittany could be, but she had no intention of letting the girl know she was right.
"I'll call her what I want. So explain why I should help her."
Brittany's uncrossed her arms and frowned as her phone vibrated in her skirt pocket. She flipped open her phone and read the text.
Quinn glanced at the phone in the blonde's hand, "Is that S?"
Brittany nodded, brows furrowed as she hurriedly typed a response before flipping her phone shut.
"She's still mad at me for helping Rachel yesterday, so I told her I'm hanging out with you until she stops being a jerk."
Quinn chuckled, "she's not going to like that at all."
"I know, but she can't do anything about it. She'll apologize soon anyway since she can't stay mad at me," Brittany smiled softly before glancing at the door of the girl's bathroom.
The other blonde followed her gaze, shifting uncomfortably when the faint sound of sobbing reached her ears.
"She needs someone," Brittany said matter-of-factly.
"What do you mean, B?" Quinn asked.
Brittany bit her lip, turning to meet Quinn's gaze, "You need to help her. She needs someone, like how San needs me."
As if on cue, Brittany's phone vibrated again, and she flipped it open.
"Well, why don't you just help her or whatever?" Quinn suggested, desperate to get out of helping the small brunette.
Brittany shook her head, distracted as she replied to the text, "I can't. San will get mad and blame Rachel again, and she'll be even sadder."
Quinn scoffed as Britany snapped her phone shut, "And you think I care if she's sad or not?"
"Yeah you do. I said you did yesterday but you lied," the blonde said, a hint of sadness in her voice.
"I didn't lie," Quinn insisted putting her hands on her hips, "I really don't care."
Brittany shrugged, giving the bathroom door one last look,"Ok, if you say so."
She started to walk away, but Quinn grabbed her arm, causing her to come to a stop.
"What?" Brittany snapped, uncharacteristically cold.
Quinn shrank at her tone, before taking a deep breath, "Why do you keep saying I care about Ra-Berry?" she cursed internally at her slip up and prayed Brittany hadn't noticed.
Brittany nearly smiled when she heard the other blonde hesitate, but she chose to ignore it. Quinn would just get defensive if she pointed it out.
"Because," the blonde explained patiently, "you do. You should have seen your face when Karofsky slushied her."
The blonde stuttered, "I was just upset because he was being a douchebag. That's all."
"He was," Brittany agreed, "so does this mean you'll check on Rachel?"
Quinn sighed and shook her head slowly, "I don't think that's a good idea, B."
Brittany nodded sadly, "Okay, but promise you will eventually? I think you two would make really good friends."
The other blonde rolled her eyes at the certainty in Brittany's voice, "Whatever you say."
After the morning slushy incident, Rachel managed to keep a low profile for the rest of the day. When the final bell rang, she made her way to the choir room, dreading seeing her fellow glee clubbers after her break up with Finn. The moment she took a seat in the back row, Brittany and Quinn walked in. Brittany gave her an apologetic smile before sitting in the front row while Quinn stared at her briefly before sitting down next to Brittany. It was a little strange but Rachel thought it was better than the head cheerio's usual cold glares. As the rest of the glee club trickled in, she could feel their curious stares on her, but she slumped lower in her chair, staring resolutely at the floor. She gritted her teeth. Now they're interested in me, she thought bitterly. Luckily, Mr. Schu burst into the room (late as usual) with a smile on his face.
"Alright guys, since we just had sectionals we can take a bit of a break before gearing up for regionals. So does anyone have a song they would like to sing for us?"
He glanced expectantly at Rachel, and was surprised when she didn't volunteer immediately.
"Rachel?" Everyone turned to stare at the diva, who just shook her head.
"I don't have anything prepared," she mumbled.
Mr. Schu looked surprised but chose not to comment, " Anyone else?"
"Actually, Mr. Schu, I have a song I want to sing." Finn said, exchanging a look with Puck.
Mr. Schu grinned, "Great! Go ahead Finn."
Rachel lifted her eyes from the floor and watched her ex-boyfriend stride to the center of the room. She glanced over at Puck who looked at her a little guiltily before Finn started to talk.
"So this song pretty sums up how I'm feeling right now. So uh yeah."
Finn signaled the band to start playing, and started to sing, staring right at Rachel.
Situations will arise
In our lives
But you got to be smart about it
Celebrations with the guys
I sacrified
'Cause I knew you could not sleep without it
Meanwhile I...
I loved you
You were my girl
You see I...
Thought the world of You
But you're still leavin' baby
Rachel was paralyzed. She couldn't believe what he was doing, as he pointed a finger at her.
You don't have to call
It's okay girl
'Cause I'm gonna be alright tonight
The rest of the glee club was starting to bob their heads to the song, but all Rachel wanted to do was run from the room.
Aw girl
Your face is sayin' why
Tears in eyes
Should've been more smart about it
Should've cherished me
Listenin' to friends, now it's the end
And again
No story can end without it
Damn right I loved you
You were my girl
You see I...
Thought the world of you
But you're still leavin' baby
Finn was smirking as he danced/strutted around the room, his eyes never leaving her face. Rachel felt her heart breaking all over again. Each word that Finn sang was like a slap to the face, and she could feel her nails digging into her arm as she tried not to let the tears fall.
You don't have to call
It's okay girl
I'm gonna be alright tonight
As the last notes faded, Rachel could distantly hear cheering while Finn stood looking pleased with himself. She felt numb as Sam slapped Finn on the back before glaring in her direction, a sneer playing around his lips as if to say Finn's pain was her fault. As if Finn had been the one who spent the past two days crying and barely holding himself together instead of sending death glares at Rachel whenever he could. She couldn't take it anymore. She was shaking, whether with anger or sadness, she didn't know. None of them cared. Without a warning she stood up and practically ran to the door, not caring if they saw the few tears leaking out of her eyes as she closed the door behind her.
"What the hell was that, Finn!"
Everyone turned in surprise to look at Quinn who was standing up, eyes flashing dangerously, looking as if she wanted to punch the quarterback.
"Woah, calm down, Quinn. It was just a song." Sam said trying to pull his girlfriend back into her seat.
"Don't you dare tell me to calm down," Quinn hissed, shaking her arm from Sam's grasp.
She turned her attention back to Finn, who was looking confused at her outburst.
"You have the nerve to stand up there and act like you're the victim, when just hours ago you were only too happy to laugh as the girl you supposedly loved got slushied! Twice!"
Quinn had never felt this angry. She was literally shaking with rage. While everyone else had been watching Finn, she had been watching Rachel turn paler as the song had gone on. The look from the day before was back, but it was even more painful to see, since she now realized who had reduced the diva to a shell of her former self.
"She cheated on me," Finn growled indignantly, "she deserved to be slushied, and I'm glad Karofsky agreed to do it."
"What did you say?" the blonde's voice was low, and only Brittany seemed to recognize the danger as she hastily moved away from her.
"I paid him ten bucks to slushy her for me. She broke my heart, and she doesn't even seem to be sorry about it," the tall boy replied, a wounded expression on his face.
"You are a complete asshole, Finn Hudson!" Quinn advanced toward Finn who backpedaled furiously.
Before Quinn could do some serious damage to his face, Puck lunged toward Quinn and held her back, wincing as she drove an elbow into his chest.
"Get the hell off of me, Puckerman!"
"I can't do that, baby mama," he grunted, "Finn's still my bro even if he is an asshole."
"You stay out of this, Puck! You're the one who started this mess!" Finn shouted, moving as far away as possible from the raging cheerleader in Puck's arms.
"Dude, we didn't even have sex! We barely even made out because she freaked and said she couldn't do that to you." Puck growled.
"That's still cheating!" Finn insisted.
Still struggling against Puck's grip, Quinn let out a derisive laugh, "And you think you're blameless? I know about how you cheated on me with Rachel when we were still together."
Finn spluttered, before pointing a finger at the blonde, "Well since when did you care how Rachel feels? You used to insult her and slushy her, so it's the same thing!"
"Yeah, I did! But I owned up to it, unlike you. Rachel felt guilty about cheating on you and tells you about it and you thank her by throwing a slushy in her face?"
"I didn't throw it!" Finn roared, "Karofsky did."
Quinn finally stopped struggling, and Puck cautiously let her go, but stayed close by just in case, "You told him to, which is just as if you threw it yourself, but you're too much of a coward to actually do it. I don't like Rachel, but even she doesn't deserve what you did to her."
Sam snorted and Quinn whipped around to look at him, "What's so funny?"
He ran his hand through his hair and put on a puppy dog look that under normal circumstances she might have found slightly adorable, "Rachel's a loser, babe. Anyway, she shouldn't have cheated on her boyfriend, so I agree with Finn."
"And you think she deserved to be slushied for that?"
The blonde boy shrugged his shoulders, "Well she's a loser like I said, so yeah."
Quinn shook her head in disgust, "Unbelievable. You're as much of a man-child as Finn!"
She turned on her heels and stormed out of the door, leaving a very confused Sam in her wake.
After a moment of stunned silence, Santana spoke up, "What the hell just happened?"
Puck shrugged, while everyone else still looked too shocked to react.
Brittany sat back in her chair a triumphant smile on her face, "I told you she cared, San."
Author: kagekamay
Rating: R
Length: 3,178
Spoilers: AU after Special Education
Summary: Contrary to popular belief, Rachel Berry wasn't unbreakable. Now she's broken and the only person who can put her back together is Quinn Fabray. WARNING deals with self harm
AN: Holy crap I wasn't planning on making this chapter so long but it just kinda happened. More Rachel angst ahead, I seriously feel evil for doing this to her. I just want to give her a hug. Oh and just a heads up Brittany's a bit OOC, so I'm sorry if that bugs you. Enjoy!
AN 2: The song in this chapter is "U Don't Have to Call" by Usher
Rachel opened her eyes as her alarm went off again. She groaned and turned it off, feeling if possible worse than she had the day before. Going to school was definitely not on the top of her priority list. Still, she didn't have the heart to skip, so she dragged herself over to her elliptical to start her morning routine.
An hour later, she was trudging down the stairs in her usual sweater and skirt combo. As she went to grab some cereal, she saw a post it on the fridge. She sighed, already knowing what was coming as she took it off the fridge.
Dad had to go to the hospital early this morning, and I decided to go to the office early as well. We will see you tonight.
Love,
Daddy
Rachel felt the familiar rush of frustration. This had been happening a lot lately, not that she had minded before. It wasn't as if she told her dads about what happened school. In fact, they hardly talked about anything at all that didn't involve their work or her dream of being on Broadway. She crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash, deciding that she wasn't hungry anymore, before heading to her car.
Rachel would never admit it to herself, but she felt a small pang of disappointment when she didn't see Brittany at her locker. The blonde had actually made yesterday somewhat bearable, but she wasn't about to risk Santana's wrath by looking for Brittany. Oh well, she hadn't needed friends before, so she could get used to it again right? She lingered by her locker anyway, checking the hallway one more time, before finally giving up and heading to math. Without Brittany, she knew today was going to be a lot worse. As she had expected people were whispering the moment she stepped through the door, eyeing her suspiciously as she wove her way through the desks to the back row. The teacher gave her an odd look, surprised that she wasn't sitting in the front, but chose not to say anything. Rachel zoned out the moment the teacher started talking about the unit circle, staring at the clock ticking off the minutes until the end of class. When the bell finally rang, she hurried from the room, not even staying to hear what the assignment was for that night. The moment she stepped into the hallway, a wave of cold slushy hit her square in the face. The laughter echoed in her eardrums as she wiped the red ice from her eyes, recognizing one laugh in particular. Her heart plummeted as her eyes found him, leaning casually against the wall opposite her, mirth glinting in his eyes.
"No little blonde protecting you today, loser!"
She wrenched her eyes away from Finn's to stare at Karofsky, who was sneering, an empty cup clenched in his hand.
Rachel narrowed her eyes and tried to save what little dignity she had by ignoring him and walking towards the nearest bathroom.
"Hey I'm not done talking to you!" Karofsky shouted, and she stopped mid-step, turning back around slowly to face her tormentor.
Before she knew it, another slushy, this time purple, was being thrown in her face. As if that wasn't enough, she felt the cup bounce off of her shoulder.
"Oh that was a special delivery from someone, but the first one was from me."
Rachel stood frozen in place, eyes shut tight and mouth agape as bits of ice dripped down her face. Blinking furiously, she opened her eyes just in time to see Karofsky high five Azimio before shouldering past her.
"Cya later slut!"
A tiny sob escaped her mouth, and the diva couldn't help glancing at Finn, secretly hoping he would have it in him to put aside their fight and help her. Instead, the quarterback shook his head in disgust before shouldering his backpack and walking away.
Quinn never thought the day would come where she would actually feel sorry for Rachel Berry, but as the girl in question stood in the middle of the hallway, drenched in a mixture of red and purple slushy with a broken expression on her face, Quinn felt a twinge of pity. For some reason, watching Finn walk away from the singer when she had been silently pleading for help from him had given her the sudden urge to kick him. It must be because he was such an idiot in general. This was just the last straw. Beside her, Brittany sadly watched Rachel rush towards the nearest bathroom.
"You need to help her."
Quinn rolled her eyes and gave the other blonde an incredulous look, "Why would I want to help treasure trail?"
Brittany sighed, crossing her arms in annoyance as she turned to her friend, "Why are you calling her names? San isn't around so you can just call her Rachel."
Quinn's eyes widened in surprise. Sometimes she forgot how perceptive Brittany could be, but she had no intention of letting the girl know she was right.
"I'll call her what I want. So explain why I should help her."
Brittany's uncrossed her arms and frowned as her phone vibrated in her skirt pocket. She flipped open her phone and read the text.
Quinn glanced at the phone in the blonde's hand, "Is that S?"
Brittany nodded, brows furrowed as she hurriedly typed a response before flipping her phone shut.
"She's still mad at me for helping Rachel yesterday, so I told her I'm hanging out with you until she stops being a jerk."
Quinn chuckled, "she's not going to like that at all."
"I know, but she can't do anything about it. She'll apologize soon anyway since she can't stay mad at me," Brittany smiled softly before glancing at the door of the girl's bathroom.
The other blonde followed her gaze, shifting uncomfortably when the faint sound of sobbing reached her ears.
"She needs someone," Brittany said matter-of-factly.
"What do you mean, B?" Quinn asked.
Brittany bit her lip, turning to meet Quinn's gaze, "You need to help her. She needs someone, like how San needs me."
As if on cue, Brittany's phone vibrated again, and she flipped it open.
"Well, why don't you just help her or whatever?" Quinn suggested, desperate to get out of helping the small brunette.
Brittany shook her head, distracted as she replied to the text, "I can't. San will get mad and blame Rachel again, and she'll be even sadder."
Quinn scoffed as Britany snapped her phone shut, "And you think I care if she's sad or not?"
"Yeah you do. I said you did yesterday but you lied," the blonde said, a hint of sadness in her voice.
"I didn't lie," Quinn insisted putting her hands on her hips, "I really don't care."
Brittany shrugged, giving the bathroom door one last look,"Ok, if you say so."
She started to walk away, but Quinn grabbed her arm, causing her to come to a stop.
"What?" Brittany snapped, uncharacteristically cold.
Quinn shrank at her tone, before taking a deep breath, "Why do you keep saying I care about Ra-Berry?" she cursed internally at her slip up and prayed Brittany hadn't noticed.
Brittany nearly smiled when she heard the other blonde hesitate, but she chose to ignore it. Quinn would just get defensive if she pointed it out.
"Because," the blonde explained patiently, "you do. You should have seen your face when Karofsky slushied her."
The blonde stuttered, "I was just upset because he was being a douchebag. That's all."
"He was," Brittany agreed, "so does this mean you'll check on Rachel?"
Quinn sighed and shook her head slowly, "I don't think that's a good idea, B."
Brittany nodded sadly, "Okay, but promise you will eventually? I think you two would make really good friends."
The other blonde rolled her eyes at the certainty in Brittany's voice, "Whatever you say."
After the morning slushy incident, Rachel managed to keep a low profile for the rest of the day. When the final bell rang, she made her way to the choir room, dreading seeing her fellow glee clubbers after her break up with Finn. The moment she took a seat in the back row, Brittany and Quinn walked in. Brittany gave her an apologetic smile before sitting in the front row while Quinn stared at her briefly before sitting down next to Brittany. It was a little strange but Rachel thought it was better than the head cheerio's usual cold glares. As the rest of the glee club trickled in, she could feel their curious stares on her, but she slumped lower in her chair, staring resolutely at the floor. She gritted her teeth. Now they're interested in me, she thought bitterly. Luckily, Mr. Schu burst into the room (late as usual) with a smile on his face.
"Alright guys, since we just had sectionals we can take a bit of a break before gearing up for regionals. So does anyone have a song they would like to sing for us?"
He glanced expectantly at Rachel, and was surprised when she didn't volunteer immediately.
"Rachel?" Everyone turned to stare at the diva, who just shook her head.
"I don't have anything prepared," she mumbled.
Mr. Schu looked surprised but chose not to comment, " Anyone else?"
"Actually, Mr. Schu, I have a song I want to sing." Finn said, exchanging a look with Puck.
Mr. Schu grinned, "Great! Go ahead Finn."
Rachel lifted her eyes from the floor and watched her ex-boyfriend stride to the center of the room. She glanced over at Puck who looked at her a little guiltily before Finn started to talk.
"So this song pretty sums up how I'm feeling right now. So uh yeah."
Finn signaled the band to start playing, and started to sing, staring right at Rachel.
Situations will arise
In our lives
But you got to be smart about it
Celebrations with the guys
I sacrified
'Cause I knew you could not sleep without it
Meanwhile I...
I loved you
You were my girl
You see I...
Thought the world of You
But you're still leavin' baby
Rachel was paralyzed. She couldn't believe what he was doing, as he pointed a finger at her.
You don't have to call
It's okay girl
'Cause I'm gonna be alright tonight
The rest of the glee club was starting to bob their heads to the song, but all Rachel wanted to do was run from the room.
Aw girl
Your face is sayin' why
Tears in eyes
Should've been more smart about it
Should've cherished me
Listenin' to friends, now it's the end
And again
No story can end without it
Damn right I loved you
You were my girl
You see I...
Thought the world of you
But you're still leavin' baby
Finn was smirking as he danced/strutted around the room, his eyes never leaving her face. Rachel felt her heart breaking all over again. Each word that Finn sang was like a slap to the face, and she could feel her nails digging into her arm as she tried not to let the tears fall.
You don't have to call
It's okay girl
I'm gonna be alright tonight
As the last notes faded, Rachel could distantly hear cheering while Finn stood looking pleased with himself. She felt numb as Sam slapped Finn on the back before glaring in her direction, a sneer playing around his lips as if to say Finn's pain was her fault. As if Finn had been the one who spent the past two days crying and barely holding himself together instead of sending death glares at Rachel whenever he could. She couldn't take it anymore. She was shaking, whether with anger or sadness, she didn't know. None of them cared. Without a warning she stood up and practically ran to the door, not caring if they saw the few tears leaking out of her eyes as she closed the door behind her.
"What the hell was that, Finn!"
Everyone turned in surprise to look at Quinn who was standing up, eyes flashing dangerously, looking as if she wanted to punch the quarterback.
"Woah, calm down, Quinn. It was just a song." Sam said trying to pull his girlfriend back into her seat.
"Don't you dare tell me to calm down," Quinn hissed, shaking her arm from Sam's grasp.
She turned her attention back to Finn, who was looking confused at her outburst.
"You have the nerve to stand up there and act like you're the victim, when just hours ago you were only too happy to laugh as the girl you supposedly loved got slushied! Twice!"
Quinn had never felt this angry. She was literally shaking with rage. While everyone else had been watching Finn, she had been watching Rachel turn paler as the song had gone on. The look from the day before was back, but it was even more painful to see, since she now realized who had reduced the diva to a shell of her former self.
"She cheated on me," Finn growled indignantly, "she deserved to be slushied, and I'm glad Karofsky agreed to do it."
"What did you say?" the blonde's voice was low, and only Brittany seemed to recognize the danger as she hastily moved away from her.
"I paid him ten bucks to slushy her for me. She broke my heart, and she doesn't even seem to be sorry about it," the tall boy replied, a wounded expression on his face.
"You are a complete asshole, Finn Hudson!" Quinn advanced toward Finn who backpedaled furiously.
Before Quinn could do some serious damage to his face, Puck lunged toward Quinn and held her back, wincing as she drove an elbow into his chest.
"Get the hell off of me, Puckerman!"
"I can't do that, baby mama," he grunted, "Finn's still my bro even if he is an asshole."
"You stay out of this, Puck! You're the one who started this mess!" Finn shouted, moving as far away as possible from the raging cheerleader in Puck's arms.
"Dude, we didn't even have sex! We barely even made out because she freaked and said she couldn't do that to you." Puck growled.
"That's still cheating!" Finn insisted.
Still struggling against Puck's grip, Quinn let out a derisive laugh, "And you think you're blameless? I know about how you cheated on me with Rachel when we were still together."
Finn spluttered, before pointing a finger at the blonde, "Well since when did you care how Rachel feels? You used to insult her and slushy her, so it's the same thing!"
"Yeah, I did! But I owned up to it, unlike you. Rachel felt guilty about cheating on you and tells you about it and you thank her by throwing a slushy in her face?"
"I didn't throw it!" Finn roared, "Karofsky did."
Quinn finally stopped struggling, and Puck cautiously let her go, but stayed close by just in case, "You told him to, which is just as if you threw it yourself, but you're too much of a coward to actually do it. I don't like Rachel, but even she doesn't deserve what you did to her."
Sam snorted and Quinn whipped around to look at him, "What's so funny?"
He ran his hand through his hair and put on a puppy dog look that under normal circumstances she might have found slightly adorable, "Rachel's a loser, babe. Anyway, she shouldn't have cheated on her boyfriend, so I agree with Finn."
"And you think she deserved to be slushied for that?"
The blonde boy shrugged his shoulders, "Well she's a loser like I said, so yeah."
Quinn shook her head in disgust, "Unbelievable. You're as much of a man-child as Finn!"
She turned on her heels and stormed out of the door, leaving a very confused Sam in her wake.
After a moment of stunned silence, Santana spoke up, "What the hell just happened?"
Puck shrugged, while everyone else still looked too shocked to react.
Brittany sat back in her chair a triumphant smile on her face, "I told you she cared, San."