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"Where is she? Where is that Jesus loving, blonde-haired, hazel-eyed, emotionally repressed, and sexually confused bitch?" Santana was on a warpath as she stormed down the main hallway of McKinley.

"San why are you so mad? We do it all the time. Quinn said it wasn't a big deal because we are friends." Brittany was trying to calm her girlfriend as she tried her best to keep up with her.

"All the time? Are you serious Britt? No, it's not okay its cheating, and you may not know that but Fabray sure as hell does." What seemed like the entire student body was now watching intently as Santana Lopez in all her rage frantically looked around for the other third of the Unholy Trinity.

Rachel was at her locker exchanging books when she heard the commotion coming down the hall. Seeing her sometimes friend looking so angry brought back some unpleasant memories of when that anger would be directed at innocent students, mainly her, though she shook those memories away it was still a challenge to make herself confront the girl. Hurrying to catch up with Brittany she saw a deep sadness, something that rarely ever made an appearance on the optimistic girl.

"Brittany, what's wrong?" Rachel was having a hard time sounding concerned while she tried to keep up with Brittany's pace.

"San thinks I cheated on her just because I've been making out with Quinn, but I thought it was alright, Rach." Tears began to fill the dancer's eyes at the thought of possibly causing Santana any pain.

At that revelation, Rachel just knew that this situation was not going to end well. Santana was usually a bitchy person with a short fuse, but this was huge. Rachel had to do something to calm the fiery Latina, but with the pace, the other girls were walking she found herself focusing more on just keeping up rather than possible plans to stop a complete Snix attack.

"Um, Santana, perhaps you should calm down and talk this through with Brittany and Quinn? I'm sure you all are more than capable of handling this…extremely sensitive situation like rational young adults." Rachel tried to reason uselessly.

"No, fuck that! Bitch is gonna fucking pay!" Santana rounded a corner and came face to face with just the wannabe HBIC she was looking for. "Yo, Fabray! So, you think your ticket into the Land of Milk and Honey is through what's mine?"

The head Cheerio wore a smirk with a perfectly arched eyebrow when she answered, "What do you mean, S?"

"You know exactly what I fucking mean, B spilled the beans." The Latina let her voice fall into a harsh, chilling tone.

Quinn lost some of her flawless composure as a somewhat dark, angry look fell on her face. "Outside, all of you. Even you Treasure Trail." She turned on her heel and swiftly walked out of the nearest doors.

Rachel didn't really have time to be hurt over the use of a nickname she thought she would never hear from at least Quinn ever again, focusing once again on keeping up with the other girls. She mentally cursed her genetics for making her so tiny.

Quinn led them to a table as far away from the school as possible, under a big shady tree. Santana and Quinn took seats opposite each other and Brittany took the seat next to Quinn. A gesture that visibly hurt Santana if the momentary confused look on her face meant anything. Seeing this made Rachel's heart hurt because she knew that Santana cared for the girl with everything she had and this whole situation must be internally breaking her.

"What do you mean she spilled the beans? Spilled the beans about what?" Quinn asked harshly looking between the 3 of them.

"I told her about us, but you said that it wasn't a big deal, Q. I didn't think it was a big deal." Brittany was on the verge of tears, hoping that everything would be okay if she could just get Santana to understand.

"So, what? It's not like you guys have anything real. At least I'm not asking more from her than she is willing to give." Quinn replied nonchalantly.

Rachel was shocked that Quinn could say such a thing. She knew the blonde could be heartless at times, but she thought that she was beginning to show more of her natural compassion. This completely shocked the diva. "Quinn, you can't honestly be serious. You know what they have together and how special it is to Santana that they are working on that together. How could you come between that? Why would you?"

Quinn laughed, "Please, Santana doesn't care about anything other than herself and saving face. She wouldn't even wear the 'LESBIAN' shirt Britt made her."

"But she's made strides since then and you know that." Rachel advocated for the Latina.

"Not to mention saving face is your thing, Quinn." Santana added quietly.

"Our thing, Sanny, ours. Have you forgotten our whole high school experience?" Quinn replied calmly. Santana looked away and stayed silent.

"What happened, exactly? I think that if we talked it out then everyone would have a better understanding of the situation." Rachel suggested.

"There's nothing to tell." Quinn shrugged.

"Yes, there is, Q. We've been doing this for years now and-." Brittany started only to be interrupted by the shrill voice of Santana.

"Years!? Seriously?" Her voice was nowhere near as strong or confident as it usually was and was so quiet it would have been lost if this conversation had been held in the hallway.

"Quinn always said that since San and I hadn't made anything official I could fool around with anyone. You did too remember San?" Brittany asked innocently.

"Yea but that was before. You know that I only want to and have only been with you. I told you that I'm working on myself and I need you." Santana almost pleaded and Rachel felt for her friend.

"Look, you guys aren't a thing officially, so Britt can do whatever she wants and with me, she can do that without me getting jealous or angry. Because I'm not asking her to wait with me in the closet." Quinn replied in place of Brittany.

Santana looked from Quinn to Brittany, "Is that what you want?" She asked, hoping that this was all a nightmare.

Brittany looked at her best friend and longest lover, next to Quinn, with pity as she answered, "I don't want to date anyone right now. You're my best friend and I'll always be there for you, but Quinn knows I just want to have fun. So that's what we've been doing."

Rachel was taken aback by that information. All the time that Quinn was with Finn and Puck she was also with Brittany. She looked at her teammate in a totally different light. She wanted to know the entire story and hear no more of it at the same time. What bothered her the most was that Quinn could carry on with her life as if it were normal to ruin friendships, relationships, and people who cared about you.

"Just…why you would do this." Rachel asked, obviously still in shock by her friend's confession.

"Whenever Finn, Puck, Sam, or Teen Jesus and I were having problems, or you and Britt were arguing we would hook up. Just talking or watching movies, it wasn't always just fooling around. We just bonded in a different way than you and I did." Quinn explained with Brittany agreeing.

"So, instead of working through our problems you would rather avoid them with someone else? You were the one that kept wanting me to open up!" Santana quietly exclaimed.

"Because it's good to be honest, San. Don't you feel better for it? Aren't you happier?" Brittany asked.

"I was. I mean I was getting there. I thought we were working on it together, for us." Santana answered confused.

"You know Britt is just a nice person who wants the best for everyone. Like right now she is trying to push me to accept the fact that I am bisexual. I know that she just wants me to be happy and honestly, she is helping me a lot, but I know what she's doing. I know how she is. You confused that for something else." Quinn said honestly, her eyes holding firmly with her best frienemy.

Santana just stared at her two best friends in disbelief as they looked at her with sadness and pity. She took one look at Rachel who stared between the 2 blondes with a hurt look of her own. Almost as if they had betrayed her as well and in a way, they had. She thought that all of the drama that they had gone through as a club caused them to grow as people, but she seemed to be wrong. It all became too overwhelming for the Cheerio and she quickly rose from the table and ran away toward the school with silent tears streaming down her face.

Brittany and Quinn watched her go as Rachel stared daggers at them. "How dare you two. Quinn, we helped you through struggles time and time again and this is how you behave? Brittany, she loves you! She was working on coming out of the closet for you and you don't even seem to care about that. You know Santana may be a lot of things, she may have done a lot of things to us over the years, but she was always for the most part honest. You usually were too Brittany. You may have been more of a deceitful person Quinn, but I thought you were changing that after everything you've been through with Beth."

"Don't you dare bring Beth into this." Quinn hissed, her eyes turning cold. They stared at each other in silence, fighting an unspoken battle of morals.

Finally, Rachel had had enough of their presence and got up to go find Santana. As she swiftly made her way to the school a single tear fell from Brittany's eye as she softly called, "I'm sorry." The hazel-eyed HBIC turned to her best friend and confidant, wiping the tear away as she brought the girl's head to rest on her shoulder. She watched as a flustered diva powerwalked back to the school.

Rachel rushed down the halls searching for her somewhat friend. Thankfully the late bell had already rung so the students were now in class and the halls empty. After searching all the places that she would conceivably find the Latina the only place she hadn't been to was the last place she expected to find the girl. She opened the door to the choir room and saw something she never thought she would.

On the back riser in a huddled mass on the floor, Santana sat sobbing hysterically into her knees. Rachel's heart broke all over again for the girl when she saw what her so-called friends had reduced her to. Rachel quietly walked up the risers and sat beside the girl somewhat stiffly, afraid that if she moved too suddenly then the girl would lash out and push her away. She sat for minutes trying to find the right words to open with, but came up with nothing that would suit. Instead, she thought it best to relay her thoughts through her physical actions rather than her words which never seemed to come out right. Looking softly at the girl still crying beside her Rachel gently placed a hand on her thigh causing the girl to jump in surprise. For a moment Santana was shocked and embarrassed at being caught in such a vulnerable state by anyone other than the girl who caused it, but when she realized it was Berry who had found her she let her guard down just a little.

"What do you want, Berry?" The question came out thick due to her tears and was a sad attempt at harshness.

Rachel just looked at the girl honestly and replied, "You don't have to pretend with me. I know that there is an emotional side to you that only Brittany got to see, but don't think for a second that I can't see through you."

Santana's face contorted at the sound of the blonde's name before she broke down in tears again, leaning into the other girl for support. They sat that way in the back of the choir room silently for what felt like hours before Santana's tears began to dry up. There were no tears to wipe as they stopped falling a long time ago, but she brought her hands up to her eyes anyway to feel the puffy mass of skin around them. Rachel softly grabbed her hands almost immediately and pulled them away. "You'll irritate them even more if you go poking at them. Come on, you're probably dehydrated, and Glee should be starting soon. I hardly think you'd want them to see you like this, although may I remind you that there is absolutely nothing wrong with it." Rachel said. Though she'd only admit it to a choice group of people, Santana was actually really glad to have become friends with the diva. Sure, it may be their senior year in high school, but better late than never right?

"How long have I been crying?" Santana asked dejectedly as she followed the diva down the eerily empty halls.

"Ten, fifteen minutes I think. After school activities haven't started yet. School has ended now as you can see." Rachel replied, holding the bathroom door open for the distraught Latina.

"Felt longer. I'm surprised you aren't freaking out. Some kind of rant for all three of us about trust and friendship or something." Santana was honestly quite surprised. Usually, the other girl would go on and on about the bond we built through Glee and the trust in relationships and fragility of the heart, but this time she seemed more than content to sit by the Latina's side as she cried.

"There are more important things. Your wellbeing is more important to me than a lecture. I'd like to think that through everything that has happened over the past 3 years we have become friends." Rachel replied genuinely. She pulled out one of the slushy kits that were hidden in all the girl's bathrooms in case of attack and pulled out a towel and eye drops. She handed Santana the drops as she moistened the towel and Santana was relieved when the moisture settled in her impossibly dry eyes. A silence fell on the two as Rachel dabbed softly around Santana's eyes. They continued this way until Santana just couldn't bear to be alone in her thoughts anymore.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Santana quietly asked, staring past Rachel at nothing.

Rachel's hand froze as she stared at the girl in confusion and utter disbelief. "Absolutely not. What would make you think such a thing?"

"Well, there must be if I thought that," She couldn't bring herself to say the name, it was stuck in her throat, "that she actually loved me the way that I love her." She finished.

Rachel dropped the towel in the sink and firmly stared at the girl with fire in her eyes. "Santana, you listen to me. They are the senseless ones for taking for granted such a smart, wonderful, caring girl. Anyone can see that you worship the ground that Brittany walks on and when it comes down to it you would fight for Quinn any day. If they can't see that or appreciate it or even offer you a simple explanation that is their loss." She finished.

Santana just stared at her. She didn't believe a word she was saying. Yeah, she was smarter than most and yeah, she did care about the two blondes more than even herself sometimes, but she had to be stupid. There was no other way to explain how she could have missed such an immense thing. No other way for her to have misread the signs.

"Fine, I can see all over your face that you don't believe me, but you don't have to believe the truth you just have to accept it as such." Rachel added with a huff as she went to wet the towel again.

"Why do you even care so much? This hardly concerns you." Santana asked because she genuinely wanted to know the answer. Why had Rachel Berry come running to her side when she saw her making a storm path down the hallway and not someone like Puck?

"I told you, I like to think that we have become friends. In this school, those are hard to come by and I thought that I could calm you down before you injured or possibly killed someone. Now I see that you just need someone to be there for you. Besides Puck, Brittany, and Quinn who else would have been here in my place?" Rachel asked rhetorically as she went to work on Santana's eyes some more. The other girl stopped her however and shook her head.

"I think I'm fine now. I just want to go home." Santana whispered exhaustedly.

"You came with Brittany, didn't you?" Rachel asked, knowing that most days the Cheerio would carpool with her best friend to practice in the morning. Santana nodded silently in response. "Come on," Rachel said as she repacked the slushy kit, "I'm taking you home then."

"I can walk." Santana objected.

"Yes, you can, and you are going to walk directly to my car so I can take you home." Rachel replied with a tone of finality.

Santana wanted to flat out refuse, but she was tired and didn't really want to walk home. She felt like she just had a long workout and she just wanted to take a shower and lay in her bed as quickly as she could. So, instead of trying to out-stubborn Rachel Berry she found herself sitting silently in the passenger seat of her Prius. About thirty minutes later she was happy to be sitting in the driveway of her home and much like any other day her parents weren't home which relieved her. She didn't want to explain her puffy eyes to her mother because knowing her she would just make her cry even more. What would she even tell her? My secret girlfriend has been cheating on me with my apparently bisexual best friend? She hadn't even worked up the courage to tell her that she herself was gay! No, she was absolutely ecstatic that she would be home alone for a while.

"I assume that you don't want me to walk you in or stay with you for a while?" Rachel asked quietly. Although she thought of Santana as a friend, she still sometimes felt like she was an unwanted presence.

Santana looked at the girl for a moment fondly. She really did appreciate her friendship and her company was for the most part never unwanted these days as far as the Latina was concerned, but she just wanted to be alone now.

"I'm just gonna take a shower and lie down. Maybe tomorrow." She replied as she got out of the car. She paused just before she closed the car door and awkwardly looked back at the diva, "Thanks, Rachel." She said, then closed the door and proceeded to her front door. She watched as the Prius left the driveway and silently disappeared down the street before she went in. When she closed the door, she fell back against it and took a deep breath. Today was just not her day.

She went up to her room and locked the door. Leaving a trail of clothing to her bathroom she began to run a shower. When it was warm enough Santana stepped in and completely immersed herself under the water flow, letting it wash over her just as the sadness had washed over her earlier. She just stood there hoping to wash the day's memories down the drain for what felt like forever before she actually started washing her body. She thought that the hot shower would calm her nerves and soothe her tense muscles but when she exited the shower she felt just as horrible as when she went in. Sighing, she just collapsed onto her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. She didn't know when she had started crying again but her vision was now obscured by tears. Brittany's face just kept showing in her head, her laugh playing over and over in her ears, and Santana could swear she felt her touch on her skin. How could she not see it before? Of course, Brittany just wanted her to be happy with herself, that's her whole personality! But she thought that all the things that were said between them were one of a kind and actually meant something more. She thought they were sharing some twisted fairytale where she was the imperfect Prince Charming and Brittany was the perfect princess. That's how she saw Brittany, but she never considered that others saw her the same way. But duh they did, Brittany was amazing and everything anyone could ever want. Brittany was all she did ever want. Now her heart was breaking because she didn't feel the same way and she should have known that. She should have known something was off when it was almost always her that was pouring their heart out. She should've seen that Quinn seemed entirely too content when she was having relationship troubles. Hell, she should've known that something was up when Brittany and Quinn were always hanging out when she and the blonde had had a fight. She just should've known.