It's official, I'm losing my mind. I don't usually write stories this short but this damn hiatus is seriously doing something to me. Disclaimer: Don't own Glee.

Santana is walking down the hallway completely bored with school and uninteresting in everyone around her. She couldn't help but think about the newest developments in her life; her conversation with Ms. Holliday and what that could possibly mean for her. Was she a lesbian? Santana didn't think about things like this most of the time and decided there was no better time than now to figure it out.

'Let's see, who's moderately good looking out of this bunch of losers. Ooh there's one, clean looking, if I remember correctly his name is Jordan and he's on the basketball team; could be super reliable if I ever need a popularity boost.'

Santana stopped herself, reliable? Was there ever a time that she didn't think of a guy like that? She thought for a moment; nope. Well, strike one against being straight. She then tried to picture herself in an intimate moment with him but images of Brittany kept invading her thoughts. Santana sighed and gave up on that. Strike two, time to try the other side.

'Well I know that I'm attracted to Brittany, that's a given. But am I attracted to other girls or is Brittany a fluke?'

A brief memory of Rachel's party flashes through her mind and Santana remembers her outburst of 'wanting Rachel' which caused her to gag; her appetite completely gone.

'Shit strike three'

Santana leaned against her locker and continued to look around the hallway.

'Well that chick is pretty hot, not as hot as Brittany but I could tap that. Shit, how many times have I thought that about a girl? How in the hell have I not realized how gay that is? *sigh* Yep, I'm a lesbian.'

Santana continues to lazily stand at her locker, quietly checking out girls and rating them according to hotness. None of them were hotter than Brittany but some came close. Santana was busily staring at another girls ass and slowly getting turned on wondering what she would be like in bed when someone stepping in her line of sight. Santana looked up and screamed internally; externally she put on her best bitch face.

'Ewww, what the fuck! That is not something I want to look at.'

"Santana, just a few questions for my gossip blog." Jacob asked in his nasally voice.

"First off, why the hell are you in my personal space? You know the rules; five feet bitch, five feet. Secondly, have you ever heard of mouthwash? No, then kindly direct yourself to the nearest store and buy some, your breath is making me nauseous." Santana was proud of herself for making him tremble in fear and smirked at the tears in his eyes.

"But I just wanted to know if you were a lesbian, I mean there is some suspicion about your friendship with Brittany-"

"What? I am not gay! Seriously, and what the hell did I say about my personal space. Move now, I'm annoyed with you being around me and your breath is seriously making want to puke all over you." Santana glared at him and she laughed as Jacob ran away.