This is what late night thinking leads to to.

Let me know what you think and whether or not I should continue.

"I just. I don't understand. Why wouldn't she want me. I mean look at me."

"Maybe it's because you dress like a slut? And your selfish." I gasp and look over at Isabella, who's looking in the mirror, applying yet another layer of mascara.

"Gee thanks sis." I roll my eyes, picking at my black nail polish.

She shrugs. Her long brown hair, falling back over her shoulders.

"Does Mom know that your friends are coming over?"

She looks over at me, "Of course Santana. I don't sneak random people into the house, in the early hours of the morning like somebody I know."

"Hey, hey. That was one time." I defend myself.

"More like three."

"Okay so it was 3 or 4 times, but," I say. "Being 17 now I am much more mature, and-"

"No Santana." She cuts me off.

"What?"

"No you can not hang out with my friends.

I roll my eyes, "I was gonna even ask that." I mutter.

"Yeah right." She says. Taking a seat on the love seat.

I am about to say something but am cut off by a knock at the door.

She eyes me, with her similar brown eyes.

"What? They're your friends."

She rolls her eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh. Then gets up and unlocks the door.

"Isabella." Her friends say.

Then one by one the step into the living room. I recognised them all, all but one. There was Kurt and Tina, Mercedes and Mike, but this one girl who I hadn't seen before. She had captivating blue eyes, and blonde hair. I found myself staring, but shook my head, hoping no one had noticed, luckily enough they hadn't.

"Santana you remember Tina, Kurt, Mike and Mercedes."

I nod. How could I forget? They treat me like I'm five when in reality I'm only a year younger then them all.

"Hey Santana." They said simultaneously.

Isabella clears her throat, "And this is Brittany." Isabella says, pointing to the blonde. She waves. "She's knew at Lima College."

"Hi." I smile.

Isabella clears her throat again. "We'll be in the basement, if you need us...Which you won't."

"Which you won't." I mimic her.

As I lay on the sofa, in the same position I had been in for the last three hours, I hear a knock at the door.

I frown. But slowly pull myself to my feet, and drag them along as I make my way to the front door. As it swings open, standing there is Puck. He flashes me a smile. I look him up and down, studying his pizza delivery uniform.

"What's this?" I ask as he hands me three boxes of pizza.

"I don't know San. I just get told where to drop them off."

I sigh. "Must have been Isabella. How much?"

"54. 95"

My eyes widen. I shrug and dig through the coin jar, then grab the money my mom left for us.

"So this explains why you haven't been answering any of my texts."

"Actually no." He says, "I may have dropped my phone in the toilet."

I shake my head, "Oh Puckerman. Well anyway here's your money." I hand it to him and shut the door.

Isabella never actually told me she was ordering pizza's and what if I just happened to order one too. I shrug, chucking a box onto the coffee table and head downstairs.

When I get down stairs, I have to listen to Isabella whine about where the missing pizza was and how it was her favourite. I shrug and tell her they must have messed up the order.

Then she snatches the boxes, and being the mean older sister, demands that I leave.

"You do realise that you're making everyone uncomfortable." I mutter, "And I'm the selfish one." I draw out the I'm.

"Santana get out." She gushes.

"Okay. Okay." I hold up my hands.

"Quinn where are you?" I sigh, flicking through the texts I sent her, none of which she replied to.

"Probably making out with Berry." I shudder.