The summer of 8th grade was already proving itself to be a bummer. Both Brittany and Rachel had gone on holiday with their families, leaving Quinn and Santana to find activities to occupy themselves with. One summer evening found the two of them in Santana's room searching futilely for something to do.

They're seated with their backs against Satana's bed, arguing about what next to do, rapidly running out of ideas.

Santana sighs and asks, "a movie?"

"Yeah, the 100th one is bound to be far more entertaining than the last 99 have been" Quinn replied.

Santana doesn't miss the sarcasm.

"You know, that's the great thing about B-" Quinn cuts her off before she can finish her sentence.

"Santana, seriously. If I have to hear one more 'great thing' about B-"

"Oh because I haven't been treated to 'a billion reasons why man hands is—"

Quinn elbows her. "Do not call her man hands. Have you even looked at her hands? They're tiny and soft...and not like a mans at all" she stammers out, mortified at having said Rachels hands were soft. What kind of friend notices those things about another friend? Let alone goes around commenting on it.

Santana arches an eyebrow. "Soft?" she questions. "How would you know what her hands feel like? What've you had those man hands all over you?"

Quinn glares. Santana smirks. "Bet you have. Bet you loved it."

"Fuck you San" Quinn growls and elbows her again.

"Touched a nerve, have I?" Santana is now off the bed, dancing away from Quinns outstretched arms, now attempting to grab hold of her.

Quinn quickly follows her, fully intending to make Santana take back her taunts and stop her recent outbreak of laughter.

What happens instead is a jumbled mess of limbs at the foot of the bed, Quinn having tripped over the giant stuffed duck Brittany left for Santana to remember her. Her body is pressed against Santana's, who has finally stopped laughing. Quinn thinks the ending of San's laughter has more to do with their close proximity than her no longer finding her anger and mortification comedic.

Santana should probably be wondering why Quinn has yet to move off her. And if not wondering, at least making some sort of effort to move her, but she isn't thinking much at the moment. In fact, the only thoughts that are running through her mind is how beautiful Quinn's eyes are, how sweet she smells, and how soft her hands are ironically. Almost as soft as Brittany's.

They lie still for a few moments, neither daring to move, both lost in thought.

And then it hits Santana:

Brittany: the girl for whom Santana would do most anything for. Including sit through scary movies which she hates (because she got to hold B when she got scared), accompany her to sleepovers at Berry's (because she gets to cuddle with Brittany due to lack of space on the bed), and try out for the Cheerios in a few weeks time (after much pleading on B's part, that ended in a tender kiss on the cheek when she finally got her way). Brittany. Brittany is straight.

Quinn: Seems loves Man hands' hands all over her obviously isn't straight

Santana: Lying underneath her admittedly incredibly attractive best friend, hand on her waist, other being held above her head, is digging this. So what better time to test her recent theory about her own confusing sexuality than when she's being pinned to the ground by a girl who might not be so heterosexual herself?

In the matter of seconds it takes for Santana to come to this conclusion Quinn thankfully hasn't moved off of her, but is still staring at her curiously, so she puts her plan in action. She brings her hand up and tucks a strand of hair behind Quinn's ear than pulls her head down slowly.