Thank you all for your feedback, I really appreciate it. One thing though, I already know what I'm going to write so there's no point in telling me what to write. Anyway, here you have chapter 2. Hope you like it! :)


„Santana? Oh my God, what happened?"

Santana woke up to a familiar voice, and hands touching her arms. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Quinn was kneeling in front of her, looking very concerned.

"Thank God, you're awake. I thought you were unconscious. Did someone attack you?"

"I'm fine." Santana's voice was hoarse.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"I just want to go home," Santana said and tried to stand up. Her whole body hurt from having been in a crammed position for hours.

Quinn hailed a cab and helped Santana get in. But instead of closing the door she got into the seat next to Santana and gave the driver her home address.

"What-"

"No way I'm leaving you alone in this state. You're staying with me tonight and you're going to tell me what happened."

Santana was too weak to object and the rest of the car ride was silent while they were going past house after house. Quinn lived on the outskirts of town, in a small but pretty house she had renovated with the help of Santana and Brittany. Tears welled up in Santana's eyes when she remembered the fun the three of them had had, painting the walls – and each other – in different colours.

When the car stopped Quinn paid the driver and they went inside. Quinn turned on the light and put her keys on a hook by the door. Santana looked around. She hadn't been here in a while and she noticed new pictures and pieces of decoration everywhere. She went into the living room and sat down on the big white sofa. Moments later Quinn joined her, handing her a glass of water.

"Drink this. And then talk to me."

Santana took a few sips and put the glass on the coffee table. She didn't want to talk but she also didn't want to be rude when Quinn was being so nice to her.

"It's nothing. I think I just need to sleep."

"Did you and Brittany have a fight?"

As soon as Quinn had said Brittany's name Santana had started sobbing again. Quinn immediately put her arms around her and Santana told her everything.


The next few weeks Santana put all her energy into her job, coming early and staying late, sometimes working without a break. She spent all of her free time with Quinn who did everything she could to take Santana's mind off Brittany. They went bowling, swimming and hung out with some of Quinn's friends. Santana actually enjoyed herself and realised how much she had missed spending time with Quinn.

But late at night, when Santana was alone and had nothing to distract herself with, her mind filled with thoughts of Brittany. No matter how much she tried hating her for what she did, she just couldn't. Her love for Brittany hadn't faded in the slightest. She missed her so much. Her smile, her eyes, the way she always woke her up with soft kisses in the morning, the way her hands felt. Santana cried herself to sleep every single night, lying to Quinn about it the next day. She pretended that everything was okay, that she was getting over Brittany. Santana was glad that Quinn believed her.

What Santana really needed, though, was another explanation from Brittany. She simply couldn't accept that she just stopped loving her. There had to be something else, maybe she had fallen in love with someone. The thought was driving her crazy, she just had to find out.

Santana decided to try calling Brittany but, just as she had suspected, she didn't answer her phone. Not even when Santana used someone else's phone so Brittany wouldn't be able to see who it was.

"You need to stop this," Quinn said when she caught Santana dialling Brittany's number for the tenth time. "She clearly doesn't want to talk to you. You have to accept that."

"But-"

"No but. It's Friday night, let's go out and get drunk."

Santana didn't feel like going out but Quinn was right, there was no point in calling Brittany a hundred times. She put on a very revealing, short black dress and high heels. Maybe a little flirt with a stranger wasn't such a bad idea.

When Quinn stepped out of the bathroom, Santana couldn't stop staring. She was wearing a tight, red skirt and a see-through white top. There was no other way to put this, she looked incredibly hot. She could get any guy she wanted.

"Come on, let's find ourselves some sexy people to dance with," Quinn said with a smirk.

They went to a club Santana had never been before. It was just the right size and it seemed like the other people were all around the same age as them. Quinn and Santana found a table and ordered drinks. They had already had a few back at Santana's place and they were both a little tipsy.

"Hey, see that girl over there in the corner? She keeps looking at you. You should go talk to her." Quinn pointed at a brunette girl in a white dress who was, in fact, smiling at Santana and gestured her to come to her.

"I don't know…" Santana had never really done this before. She had met Brittany in high school so she had no experience in talking to strangers in a bar. But Quinn was relentless. She gave Santana a push in the girl's direction and yelled "Go, get her!"

Santana downed her drink and put the empty glass on a nearby table. It couldn't be that hard to talk to a girl at a bar. But was that really what she wanted? She definitely didn't want a relationship except with Brittany. The thought of her ex-girlfriend made Santana's stomach twist. She couldn't flirt with anyone, it wasn't right. She tried to turn around and walk back to Quinn but the brunette girl jumped in front of her.

"Hey there, beautiful. What's your name?"

"I'm sorry, this was a mistake." Santana tried to walk away but a hand held onto her wrist.

"I'm Mary. Come on, let's dance!"

Before Santana could do anything Mary had already pulled her onto the dance floor. Santana could feel the alcohol starting to really kick in now. She closed her eyes and moved to the rhythm of the music. A moment later Mary's hands were all over her and Santana pushed back the little voice inside her head that told her she shouldn't do this. Before she knew what was happening they were kissing, and some guys stood around and stared at them.

Mary broke the kiss after a few minutes to go to the bathroom. Santana was breathless and had to lean against a wall so she wouldn't fall over. Her head was spinning, she didn't know if that was a result of the alcohol or the kiss. Probably both.

"Seems like you're having fun."

Santana turned around to find a giggling and clearly very drunk Quinn next to her.

"You taking her home with you?" Quinn asked with a grin.

"What? God, no. I don't do one-night-stands."

"There's nothing wrong with having a little fun," Quinn said and glanced at a tall, dark haired guy who was waving at her.

"Good catch, girl!"

"Do you mind if I… you know…" Quinn pointed towards the exit of the club.

"Of course not, go, have fun! See you tomorrow."

They hugged goodbye and a minute later Mary was back. She put her arm around Santana's waist and whispered into her ear.

"So how about it then? Wanna go back to my place?"

And even though a few minutes earlier Santana had been opposed to the idea, she followed Mary to her car.