A/N: I wrote this after prom but never got it finished before funeral so abandoned it, I liked the story though and regretted not finishing it. Quinn and Santana aren't the only characters in it, but since you can only choose two I just chose the first two in the story. 7 Chapters, will update once or twice a day to give me a chance to proof read each one, hope you enjoy.

-Confessions-

She looked down at her and wondered whether this was all a bad idea, things never really happened how she imagined them to happen, but this felt like something she really had to do. She watched her turned the page of her textbook, trying to remember the last time they had really had a conversation, the last thing she could remember saying to her was a joke about her stretch marks. She felt bad about being cruel, but she would never admit it.

The girl looked up, brushed her long wavy blonde hair behind her ear, and looked at her for a moment, frowning.

"What is it, Santana? You have been staring at me for the past 2 minutes, do you want something or do you just want to make fun of my stretch marks again?" Santana looked back at her, there was a knot in her stomach and she couldn't believe what she was about to do, she took a deep breath and said, "Could we- could we erm, go somewhere private? I was wondering if I could talk to you,"

Quinn looked surprised and slightly apprehensive but nodded, she stood up and walked back inside, Santana followed her, the knot in her stomach tightened.

They made their way down the hallway until they found an empty classroom and walked inside, Quinn turned to her, "So what is it? Some secret plan to destroy someone's life or make somebody feel miserable?"

Santana stared at her for a moment then said "I'm sorry about the stretch mark joke," she was quiet, almost whispering, as if the words were afraid to come out. Quinn looked at her bemused, smiled feebly, and said, "It's alright,"

"We used to be good friends, didn't we?" Santana had to resist the urge to turn and run as she realised how quickly what she was about to do would happen, but Quinn smiled at her and nodded.

"There's something I need to talk to somebody about," she told her, "I would have maybe thought about talking to Dave, maybe Kurt, but what I really need is a friend, and Quinny, you're the only person I could think of"

Quinn looked surprised, "but what about Brit, I mean you two are so close, I'm sure she would be a better friend to talk than me?" Santana shook her head, at those words the knot in her stomach vanished, but not in a good way. She felt as if her stomach, her lungs and her heart had all just vanished.

"I- I can't…" but that was all she could manage, her legs gave way and she found herself half sitting, half lying on the floor using the closed door for support, floods of tears pouring down her face. Quinn stood there, stunned, she didn't even know what she was witnessing, she moved forwards and sat beside Santana, pulling her close and holding her in her arms.

The bell rang before either of them said anything; Santana had stopped sobbing, but there were still tears trickling down her face. "Come on," Quinn said, "lunch is over, there will be somewhere private outside, we can skip the next class."

She took her hand and led her outside, everyone walking past barely even seemed to notice Santana crying, they found a secluded spot in the yard and sat down on a bench.

"What is going on?" Quinn asked, Santana looked at her, drying her eyes with her sleeve, "It's Brittany", Quinn looked puzzled.

"What about her? Have you two fallen out over something?" Quinn seemed genuinely concerned, people thought she was a bitch, But Santana knew her better, she knew it was just an act, after all, she was just the same, except Quinn broke character much more easily than she did. She looked at her; it seemed impossible to get the words out of her mouth.

"It's not that, it's…" she paused for a moment, and then suddenly, as if she had been keeping all her thoughts and feelings hidden away behind some imaginary wall, like some sort of closet lesbian dam that had just burst, it all came pouring out "I just thought maybe if I had been prom queen, if I had been the top bitch in this school-" and she told her everything, once she started she couldn't stop, she told her about her half thought out plans to winning Brittany, about how much it hurt to see her and Artie together at prom, all her fears of them getting back together, fresh tears poured down her face is as she spoke, "-and I saw her dancing with that girl at prom, and I felt like my heart was breaking when she didn't come and dance with me too. I'm so scared Quinny, I'm scared of what everyone will think of me, I'm scared that I will lose her, I'm scared that she will take Artie back instead of being mine like she promised, I love her so much, I just don't know how to handle it"

Quinn watched as all this poured out of her, she could barely believe what she was hearing, this was the first time she had ever seen a Santana with an emotional side, a Santana that she could believe had a soul, and now she is telling her that she is gay. She always knew that Santana and Brittany fooled around, but she thought that was just it, they were just fooling around. She put her hand in Santana's as she finished speaking, "I don't know what to say." She reached into her bag with her other hand, pulled out a tissue and began drying Santana's tears.

Santana looked at her pleadingly, "just help me get Brittany…"