TWO

Quinn's gym locker slammed back to reveal Santana. Quinn raised her eyebrows.

"What do you want, Santana? We're both going to be late for practice and you know how much Coach loves it when we're late. Do you really want to give her the satisfaction of making us run laps for hours?"

The dark haired girl stepped forward slowly and stopped inches from Quinn.

"Tell her," Santana commanded.

Quinn frowned and shook her head.

"You're so stupid, Santana. Tell her yourself."

"You're the one who saw them together."

"I'm also the one who saw you making out with Brittany after Cheerios practice weeks ago. You're just scared that she won't care if she knows. Or maybe you're afraid she wouldn't believe you." Quinn's smile was merciless and cold.

"Fuck you, Quinn," Santana spat. "Whatever dirt Kurt has on you, I hope he uses it." She whirled on her heel and slammed through the door to the gym.

Quinn rolled her eyes and took her time tying her practice shoes before she followed suit.