A/N – Okay right after watching the most recent episode this idea came to me. It will pretty much follow the episodes as they are but I will be tweaking here and there so that the whole Santana and Quinn feels come to light. All criticism is welcome! Hope you enjoy.

Notes regarding songs;

1st Song
-Italics = Quinn
-Underlined = Santana
-Bold = Everyone (more than one person)
-Normal = Other singer (not Santana or Quinn)

2nd Song
-Italics = Quinn
-Bold = Everyone (more than one person)

Quinn POV

It felt weird being back in Lima after not being back since graduation. I was happy to be back, well more happy at the thought of seeing everyone again. Santana and I hadn't really kept in touch and I hoped we were still friends, I had wanted to be there for her after she broke up with Brittany but I didn't think we were in the right place for me to ring her up.

I had finally come to my destination, the Auditorium. Walking onto the stage was strange but comforting at the same time. I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

"I'm sitting in a railway station,

Got a ticket for my destination

Oh, Oh"

"On a tour of one-night stands,

My suitcase and guitar in hand"

Puck came up behind me, joining me. I reached out to squeeze his hand, expressing that I was happy to see him.

"And ever stop is neatly planned,

For a poet and a one-man band"

I looked up to see Mike and Santana walk in through the side.

"This wave"

"Wave"

"Is stringing us along"

"Along"

Santana waved at me and I waved back. Hopefully this meant our friendship was still the same. I couldn't hide the smile I gave them both but I knew I was only really smiling for Santana.

"Just know you're not alone,

Cause I'm gonna make this place your home"

"Every days an endless stream,

Of cigarettes and magazines

Oh, oh-oh"

"And each town looks the same to me,

The movies and the factories,

And every strangers face I see,

Reminds me that I long to be
The trouble, it might drag you down,

If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you're not alone,

Know you're not alone,

Cause I'm gonna make this place your home"

"Oh-oh-oh-oh,

Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh,

Know you're not alone"

"Where my musics playing"

"Oh, oh-oh,

Oh-oh-oh-oh,

Oh-oh-oh

I'm gonna make,

I'm gonna make,

Make this place our home,

Ah, ah-ah,

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Know you're not alone,

Ah, ah-ah,

Ah-ah-ah-ah,

Ah-ah"

"Home for the holidays," I said. "Just like we promised."

"Guys, I-I." Finn started to speak.

"Dude, if you start crying, I'm gonna kick your ass." Puck said interrupting. "Group hug!"

Everyone rushed forward into a hug. I made sure I was closest to Santana.

"I missed you," She whispered into my ear. All I could do was smile.

Once we'd stopped hugging everyone stepped back.

"So who's for Breadsticks?" Puck asked. We all cheered.

When we arrived at Breadsticks, Puck got us all a booth. I tried to get next to Santana but I knew that if I did it might start looking like I hadn't just missed my friend. So I ended up sandwiched between Puck on my right and Mike on my left, with Santana on the other side of Mike. Finn and Mercedes were on the other side of Puck. It didn't take long before the conversation was flowing.

"So I said, 'You girls are gonna need another cup'," Puck said, continuing his story. We all laughed.

"Yeah but guys seriously, I'd like to propose a toast. To almost all of us keeping our promise to come home for thanksgiving."

A chorus of "Cheers!" sounded around the table.

"Here's to us," We said.

"Has anybody heard from Rachel or Kurt?" Santana asked.

"No," Finn mumbled.

"I know Blaine's been texting him but Kurt won't text back." Mike said.

"Well, Rachel emailed me." I said, which was kind of a lie. I had been emailing her, trying to cement our friendship but so far she hasn't answered any of them. "She said she's not really sure what she's doing for the holidays yet. I'm sorry about what went down with the two of you."

"No, its cool," Finn said. "Its for the best."

"Well, I think that its sweet that you and Rachel keep in touch, Quinn." Mercedes said. I felt as though they could see through my half truth.

"Well, she basically emails me every other week to remind me that I still haven't used the train ticket that she gave me." I said, trying to back up my comment. "I'm just, I'm trying to keep straight A's. And I just got tapped to be in the only female secret society at Yale."

I could feel Santana watching me as I spoke. "Former members include, Hilary Clinton and Jennifer Beals."

"You go, girl" Puck said.

"Well, I, for one would love to talk about everybody that is here." Finn said. I relaxed knowing the conversation had moved off of me. "I have a favour to ask."

Finn had asked us to come meet and mentor the new members of New Directions a bit. I was a little nervous walk down the halls of McKinley knowing the memories that would no doubt resurface.

When we reached the choir room, Finn asked for us to stand in front of New Directions in a line.

"All right, do you realise standing before you are legends?" Finn said, addressing everyone and drawing their attention to us. Everyone clapped. "Any single one of these guys could be President of the United States one day."

"I don't know about that." I heard Artie whisper under his breath.

"And lucky for us, they've agreed to help us." Finn said.

"Hang with the new chumps and see if some of our sheer awesomeness doesn't rub off on you." Puck said. "It will."

"When you hear your name, pair up." Finn said. "Puck, you're with your brother. Mike, you're with Ryder. Marley, you're with Santana."

I couldn't help but watch as Marley walked up to Santana, she was very pretty. Wait, why would that matter? I shook that thought out of my head.

"Kitty, you're with Quinn." Finn continued.

The girl who must have been Kitty leapt up and hugged me. I could help the startled "Oh!" I let out.

"Now, your mentors are here to help you with whatever you need," Finn said. "Singing, dancing.."

"Birth control." I mumbled, continuing on for Finn.

"You're so funny and self-deprecating." Kitty said. What Kitty had said didn't sit right with me, and I wasn't sure if I was going to like her or not. "We are so alike."

"Wanky," I heard Santana smirk beside me.

"The worst mistake that we can make is to underestimate our competition. The Warblers are ruthless this year." Finn said.

"And don't forget about the Rosedale Mennonites. Any show choir that can raise a barn in five minutes deserves mad respect." Artie said.

"Marley and Blaine will handle our duet, and for the show stopper we're doing 'Gangnam Style'," Finn said, sounding a lot like Mr Schue and not in a good way.

"Okay, lumps let me just say out loud." Santana said. "What everyone here is thinking. You finally got an okay haircut, you're not doing that annoying half smirk as much as you used to but you're still an idiot."

I tried not to laugh or smile at what Santana was saying but it was proving quite difficult. This was the Santana I had missed.

"No one in this room can tackle a massive dance number except for Brit." Santana continued. "And that includes your little 'Hand-Jive', that, to me look more like a hand-"

"Is there any way Mr. Schue can come back for this?" Joe said.

"Listen to me, we have never lost sectionals before and there is no way we're gonna do it under my watch." Finn said, in a way which made us think that was exactly what was going to happen. "We can and we will succeed! We need an ambitious number with a strong dance element. That's the Warblers calling card, and we need to blow them out of the water. Mike said he could easily show one of our guys how to do the dance number."

"I did?" Mike asked.

"Crap. I, uh, kinda forgot to ask you about that. But one of our guys is gonna have to take the lead with Brit. So who's it gonna be?" Finn asked.

"Hello? White Chocolate." Sam said, getting up and starting to dance. I let out a laugh, this day was going to be eventful.

While the boys had gone to have their dance off to decided who would lead the big number, that had left all the girls, along with Wade, in the choir room. Santana, Brittany and I were sat in front of everyone else.

"Along with being beautiful, the three of us are National Showchoir Championship goddesses." Brittany said.

"We are winners," Santana said. "Which is why Finn has asked us to come and shower you with the inspiration that is the Unholy Trinity."

I was beginning to realise that I didn't like the fact Santana kept smiling at Marley, I knew it was most likely because they are mentoring each other but I could stop the apparent jealous rising inside me. Even I was smiling at my mentoree.

"Santana, Brittany and I knew each other so well that I could tell by the slightest quiver," I said. I didn't understand what had come over me but the word 'quiver' and Santana in the same sentence was messing up my thoughts. Where was this all coming from? "In Santana's upper lip which way we were going to move. Whether our hips are going to shimmy or shake."

"No. You girls have to be tight up there, okay." Santana said. "The judges love the feminine quality, and the Warblers just don't have it."

"Its about being individuals." I said, carrying on from Santana. "You know, we're all different. But it's also about how well you are synchronised."

"Can you give us an example?" Marley asked, smiling at Santana.

"Well it's been a few months." I said, quickly trying to move over just how long it had been, making me yet again question just how good of friends me and Santana still are. "But I'm sure the three of us could put together something on the fly."

We stood and moved into formation as the music started playing.

"I've been crying, oh oh,

Cause I'm lonely"

"For you"

"Smiles have all turned"

"To tears"

"But the tears wont wash away, the fears,

That you're never ever gonna return,

To ease the fire that within me burns,

It keeps me"

"Crying, baby for you,

Keeps me sighing baby for you"

"So won't you hurry,

Come on, boy, see about me"

"Come see about me"

I could feel Santana watching me as we danced. Once we finished the song, I noticed how pale Marley had gotten.

"Hey, are you," Santana started to say. "Are you feeling okay? You look like you're about to hurl."

"Um, I think I'm just really tired from all the rehearsing." Marley said. We watched as Marley clambered off the piano and out the door. I turned to look at Santana and we both knew that she was lying.

Before anything could be said, Kitty came up to me.

"Do you think we could go for a walk?" She asked. I nodded.

Once we were out in the corridors. Kitty started to talk.

"Now that we're alone, can I tell you a secret?" Kitty asked.

"Of course," I said.

"If Finn hadn't paired us together, I would've thrown such a hissy." Kitty said.

"Uh, why is that?" I asked, trying to figure out where Kitty was coming from.

"Because you're Quinn Fabray and I idolise you." Kitty answered. "You're Cheerios royalty. Can I show you something?"

"Sure," I said. She swung open her locker to show me a picture of me with the acronym 'WWQFD?' above it.

"Every day, I ask myself." Kitty said. "What would Quinn Fabray do?"

"It's really nice to know that people still remember me." I said, though a little weirded out.

"Remember you?" Kitty said. "Oh, no, we aspire to be you, me especially."

"What's with Marley?" I asked, moving the conversation off the topic of me. "She seemed a little out of it during rehearsal."

"Oh, that one?" Kitty said. "She's sweet as pie, and I've tried to be a good friend to her but ever since she started dating Jake Puckerman. Well I fear she's on the wrong path. Word is he's pressuring her to swipe her V-card. If that were to happen, well no one knows the dangers of a good girl mixing with a Puckerman better than you."

As we turned away, I couldn't help but look over at Marley and Jake. What Kitty was saying seemed to be half bull shit but the other half, I wasn't so sure. The whole Puckerman involvement and mentioning of my teenage pregnancy were beginning to make me go crazy and I feared I wouldn't be able to control my HBIC if I found Jake one on one.

Once I'd finally managed to lose Kitty I decided to walk through McKinley on my own. Well that was my intention until the site of the two Puckerman brothers and what they were talking about reminded me of what Kitty had said.

"Well, it was after I knocked up my best friends girlfriend." I heard Puck say before I reached them. "Oh, speak of the devil I knocked up."

At this point I knew crazy Quinn had come out. "Back off of Marley." I said, poking Jake.

"Excuse me?" Jake asked.

"I got this, little bro." Puck said. "See that furrowed brow, lips pursed, hand on her hip, this is what I like to call 'Loopy Quinn'. Its an irrational state that she apparently only reserves for Puckermans."

"He's messing with her head." I said, knowing that my emotions about my own experience had taken over what I was saying. "He's pressuring her to have sex with him."

"Who told you that?" Jake asked.

"I don't need somebody to tell me," I said ignoring him. "That the biggest womaniser in school is trying to take advantage of the naive girl who just wants to fit in and be loved, especially if the womaniser's last name is Puckerman."

"You don't know me, I'm a lot of things he's not and I would never do that to Marley." Jake said.

"I don't believe you." I said walking past them. I could hear Puck running to follow me. Once we turned the corner Puck pushed me into one of the empty classrooms.

"Quinn," He said. "I think you were out of line with what you said."

"Marley needs to be at her best to win sectionals and he's distracting her." I said.

"Quinn," Puck said, his voice softening. "Are sure this isn't really just about you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said. But I did, oh boy did I know just exactly what he was talking about.

"You had no one to do this for you, no one to tell the womaniser that you just wanted to be loved or to fit in. That you didn't really want sex." He said. "To warn you not to do it anyway just because you think it'll give you what you want."

Puck was spot on with what he said and hit a nerve. "I-I-," I started to say but Puck interrupted me.

"You can't do this for Marley, okay. She needs to decide what's best for herself, only she really knows." Puck said, pulling me into a hug. "I am sorry, you know that right. I was a dick then."

"I know," I welcomed his embrace. "I understand."

I was in the choir room with Kitty, saying what she wanted to hear but not really feeling it myself. I knew the kind of girl Kitty was. I had once been that girl and I wasn't proud of it. As Kitty skipped out of the choir room, Santana walked in past her.

"That bitch is pure evil." She said. I couldn't help but agree. I could sense that Santana was itching for something and I decided to play along.

"Really?" I said, voiced laced with sarcasm. "I think she's sweet."

"Well, then why is giving my girl laxatives?" Santana asked. "Your pretty little liar gave them to her. I can sense it thanks to my psychic Mexican third eye."

I could see now that Santana was looking for a fight, and I was going to give her one. I needed to let out my frustration at Kitty manipulating and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to do so.

"See, this is what my psych professor calls projecting. You're projecting Kitty onto me." I said, moving my hand in circles on the piano. I saw Santana's eyes flick down to watch my hand. "Santana, we've graduated. It's really time to get over this."

"Over what?" Santana asked, something I couldn't quite recognise flashing over her face.

"You being jealous of me." I said. I watched Santana let out the breath she was holding.

"And why would I be jealous of you?" Santana asked. "And please don't tell me its because you've joined some lame secret Nazi woman's sorority."

"That professor I was talking about, he's 35, smokes a pipe and is going to be divorcing his wife." I said, twisting the truth. I did have a professor who did all that but I wasn't dating him. "I'm dating him."

"Wow, Twitter update!" Santana said. "Quinn is all excited about another guy defining her life."

"And what are you excited about?" I said, annoyed at myself for letting Santana's comment get to me. "Shaking pom-poms in Kentucky? I mean, you want everybody to think that you're such a badass but really you're just a scared little girl with low self-esteem who's too frightened to chase her dreams." I know what I was saying was hurtful but I couldn't stop myself.

"Did Professor Patches teach you that one in between quickies on his office couch." Santana smirked, though swallowing as if she found the idea disturbing. "Does he get so turned on by teen moms who barely visit their kid?"

That did it, something snapped inside me and I reached over slapping Santana across the cheek.

"Ouch," Santana gasped, clutching her cheek before slapping me back twice as hard. A searing pain filled my face and I knew that she had left a hand print.

"What are you guys doing?" Brittany walked into the choir room.

"Nothing," I said hiding my pain. "Nothing at all."

I heard Santana mumble "Quinn always was a genius slapper." as I was leaving the choir room.

Santana POV

After Quinn had left the choir room, I wondered what had happened for us to end up like this. I was so happy to see her when we were in the auditorium, everyone could see that. But it was something more, ever since I broke up with Brittany, I'd been noticing something different about my friendship with Quinn. I feared I was starting to like her or beginning to realise that I always had.

"What was that?" Brittany asked, walking up to me.

"I said some hurtful things, she said some hurtful things. She slapped me and I slapped her." I said. "The usual."

"This isn't funny San, why were you fighting?" Brit asked.

"She said I was jealous of her and started going on about her new boyfriend." I said, thinking back to the jealousy that spread through my at the thought of her with another man. "And then she said something about me being scared and then she hit me."

Brit looked at me intensely for a few seconds.

"When are you going to tell her?" She finally asked.

I knew there was no point in lying to Brit and I was beginning to realise there was nothing I could do about my feelings for Quinn, nothing at all.

"I don't know Brit, I really don't." I said.

A/N - I will post the next chapter soon :)