My absolute favorite couple on Glee is Finn/Quinn...then it's Sam/Quinn...however I support all different couples, because I like to keep an open mind. I know that this couple will probably never happen on the show, but a part of me kind of likes them together especially as friends, so here is my attempt at writing a Quinn/Santana relationship fic, and if you haven't guessed yet, Quinn's my favorite character...anyway done rambling, here's the story.

Quinn walked over to her locker and pulled out her Algebra II book. As she closed it she saw her best friend with her hand over her mouth as she tried to supress the sobs. Quinn was confused. There were tears stinging the other girls eyes as she made her way to the janitors closet. Quinn looked through the hall to try and see the source of her friends pain, but it was gone, whatever it was. The blonde quickly jogged over to the closet and knocked twice. The bell rang and she knocked again, this time it was kind of like the pattern that her and Santana had made up when they had first became friends Freshman year. She got a knock back, it was the answer to her own knock. That told her that the girl inside knew it was her and that it was okay to enter. She slowly pushed open the door.

After closing it behind her she looked down at her friend, "San?"

Santana looked up at her, "please...please go."

Quinn shook her head and sat down next to her, "no."

Santana wiped her now tear stained cheeks, "I don't want to deal with you."

Quinn shrugged and put her book on the floor, "you're skipping class."

"So are you."

"You shouldn't be alone."

Santana pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them, "Brittany hates me."

Quinn shook her head, "she doesn't hate you."

Santana nodded, yeah, she does, she hates me...Finn hates me, Rachel hates me, coach Sylvester hates me, you hate me...nobody likes me."

Quinn shook her head, "just because she's not with you doesn't mean Brittany hates you, and Finn doesn't hate you either...if he does i can talk o him...and hey, I'll even kick his ass until he likes you."

Santana chuckled at that.

Quinn sighed, "and one, Oh My God! Santana you called Berry Rachel...and two, she doesn't hate you...she'd like you better if you stopped picking on her. And duh, coach Sylvester hates you, she hates everyone." Quinn looked at Santana, "and how...how could you say that I don't like you...Santana you're my best friend, you knew about the whole 'Lucy Caboosey' thing before anyone. I don't hate you, S, I could never hate you."

Santana wiped at her eyes again, "but...I-I'm just so confused, I think I love Brittany...but then I don't, I know I don't love Sam. I hurt everytime I see Brit with Artie...but I-I hurt everytime I see...when I..." She trailed off.

Quinn looked at her, "what?"

Santana sighed, "nothing...it doesn't matter..."

"Spit it out Lopez," The bloned demanded.

"Fine," Santana said, "I hurt when I see you with Finn."

Quinn being surprized blinked a few times, "oh...uh...why?"

Santana laughed, "come on Q, you may be blonde, but you're not dumb."

Quinn nodded, "but..." she trailed off.

Santana shrugged, "I guess a part of me just thought, that, if-if I get Sam away from you, you'd no longer want Finn, because you were no longer taken."

Quinn shook her head, "Santana...I'm still, so very lost. What are you trying to s..." She was cut off as the Latina's lips locked on hers. Quinn quickly closed her eyes and didn't even realize when her hand shot up to cup Santana's face as she kissed back...that was until they broke apart. Quinn quickly removed her hand, "San?"

Santana was smiling, "fireworks," she mumbled.

Quinn nodded, "yeah." She then quickly snapped out of her thoughts, "I have to go!" She shot up to her feet.

Santana stood up also holding Quinn's Algebra book, "Q?"

Quinn shook her head, "it's against the bible...I'm a good Christian girl."

She grabbed her book from her...friend?...and opened the closet door.

Santana was left heartbroken for the second time that day. She was stuck in the janitors closet wanting to die...and she realized something as well...she loved Quinn, not Brittany. So she stood there stairing at the closed door. Just letting the tears fall this time, she didn't even bother to wipe them away. Then there was another knock in that same familiar pattern. Instead of knocking back she just opened the door with her tear covered face.

Quinn stood there infront of her, this time without her Algebra book, she smiled sheepishly, "I got to my locker whien I realized...you're my best friend, and you're hurting. I shouldn't be running away from you. I'm supposed to help you when you're in need of it."

Any trace of hope of Quinn actually loving her that had crossed her mind when she saw her in the hall had quickly vanished. She was only here because they were friends. The latina just nodded and stepped aside for Quinn to enter.

Once they were inside the closet Santana closed the door and looked at Quinn.

The blonde was bouncing slightly in a nervous way, "Q?" Santana asked.

Quinn stopped bouncing and looked at her, "I also realized that, cheating is kind of against the bible also...so i'm already a sinner."

Santana was confused, "what?"

Quinn stepped over to her and placed a hand on her cheek, "all my life I've been good, but now...I figured what the hell."

Santana was still clearly confused, she couldn't believe what the blonde was saying, "what does that mean?"

Quinn gave her a small smile before she leaned in and kissed her gently.

A happy electric jolt shot through the Latina as she wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck and kissed her in return. (She really loved that Avril Lavigne song right now).

And in that moment she knew that even though it had to be a secret Quinn Fabray would be the best secret she had ever kept.

I Know it was kind of lame, but hey, it just popped into my mind...

I appreciate you reading and please let me know how it was.