Santana found herself walking along the football fields of Mckinley High. She didn't think she could handle first period in which she sat right behind Brittany. She'd always enjoyed health class first period because her and Brittany would pass notes back and forth and sometimes Brittany's complete stupidity could really make her laugh. Santana found herself wondering what life would be like if she hadn't decided to be so heartless and void of emotions. Maybe she would've actually been with Brittany and who knows, maybe she would've first tried out for Glee club instead of being forced to join by Quinn.

A big part of who she was had a lot to do with her past. Having a father for a surgeon and a mother who drank Tequila like it was her job left Santana feeling neglected at home. Even though Eva had been there for her a number of times it still never made up for the fact that she rarely saw her parents let alone felt loved by them.

"What are you doing out here?" The bitchy tone could only belong to none other than Quinn Fabray. Her blonde hair was hanging just past her shoulders and that icy look practically gave Santana chills.

"What are you doing out here?" Santana retorted and matched Quinn's icy look.

"I let my jacket out here." Quinn grabbed the lone jacket that was lying on the ground. She stood up and gave Santana a quizzical look. "Can I ask you something?"

Santana placed a hand firmly on her hip and pursed her lips together. She wasn't in the mood to get in a fight with Quinn, but if it came down to it Santana wouldn't have a problem knocking her ex-best friend out. "If you must."

"For the past week I've been trying to figure out why is it you do the things you do? Why steal Sam from me? Why sext Puck when you clearly knew he was with me? Why find the need to deflower Finn when you knew he had no feelings for you?"

Santana felt as though she'd been punched in the stomach and for about a quick second thought she may slap the girl right in the face. A feeling of anger and heat was washing over her quickly and a look of fire went off in her eyes. "Why?" She yelled.

"Yes, why?"

Santana took a second and thought about it. Why? Because no one loved Santana, because the person she loved she couldn't have, because she truly was heartless. "I really want to punch you right now. I just wanna take my tanned hand and slap it straight across your face."

"Then why aren't you?" Quinn asked with a confidence in her voice. "We both know you can take me out."

Santana curled her hands into fists and glared at Quinn. "Wanna know why I do those things? It's because I'm the head bitch around here. It's who I am."

"That's a lie."

"How is that a lie?"

"There's deeper reasons for your actions than just 'it's who I am'. I remember the Santana in ninth grade and yeah, she was complete bitch, but a lovable bitch. Now I don't even recognize you. I guess I can understand the Puck and Finn thing. But why take Sam from me? I thought you were my friend, actually my best friend." Quinn inched closer and closer to Santana. "What's going on with you?"

"Nothing!" Santana screamed at Quinn, which caused the blonde girl to practically trip backwards. "Now get the hell out of my sight before I get really angry."

A scared and defeated looking Quinn headed the other way and into the school.

x-x-x

"Sorry about earlier." Sam took the seat beside Santana in the choir room for Glee club. "You know I wanted to skip, but-"

"But whatever. I don't care." Santana looked at the boy and gave a roll of her eyes. "I want to go to Breadstixs tonight." She randomly declared to Sam.

Though most of this relationship was just to make people jealous or prove that they weren't hung up on someone else, it was also to not feel alone. Even though Santana didn't like Sam, he was still there when she needed someone.

"Uh, okay. I'll make a reservation for us tonight." Sam quickly replied and clicked number 8 on his speed dial. He arranged a dinner at six just before Mr. Shuester walked into the class.

His hands held a small box that was filled with tiny pieces of paper with their names. "Okay guys, so as we all know we're going to being doing duets." He placed the tiny box on the piano and clamped his hands together. "Rachel insisted that we wait for you, Santana." Mr. Shue announced and Santana could see the red grow in Rachel's cheeks. "Alright, so, Finn. Come choose."

Finn's awkwardly tall body went up to the piano and he fished through the box. "Mike." He announced and the dancer game a thumbs up. The two were never close, but they always seemed to a nice friendship.

"Santana, what about you?" Mr. Shue motioned for her to step forward and she did.

Santana fished her hand through all the names and made mental notes of who she didn't want. She could not be with Artie, and no Quinn, she didn't know if she wanted to get Brittany's name or not, and the no way in hell would she want- "Manhands." Santana spoke the bitter name out and glared in the tiny girl's direction.

Rachel looked defeated when instead of being recognized by her name, she was called out with one of the hurtful nicknames. She didn't say anything, but instead just pulled out a tiny notebook and scribbled something.

Santana went back to her seat and felt Sam's around slide around her. "It's okay. We'll be done with these duets in a week or so."

"Yeah, great." Santana mumbled.

The duets were finally done with being chosen and it had been that Quinn was paired with Brittany, Sam with Lauren, Puck with Tina, and Mercedes had announced that didn't want a duet partner. Mr. Shue had annoyingly agreed that Mercedes could do a solo.

"Don't forget, I'm picking you up at six." Sam called out before having to rush to the other side of the school to talk to coach Bieste.

Santana slowly packed up hoping that Artie and Brittany would leave quickly. She still wasn't up to making contact with the girl and she finally turned around to see that everyone had left room except for Rachel. "What?" Santana growled as the brunette waited by the door.

"I just wanted to see when you would like to get together for out duet. I'm sure you're busy and all so I thought of a few songs we could do." Rachel showed Santana the pad she had been writing in. "I know that you may not want to be my partner and all, but this is the way the cards were dealt. I'm still here if you need to talk and I hope that-"

"Rachel, you seriously need stop talking." Santana sighed and realized she had just called the girl by her actual name. She looked at Rachel and noticed she had picked up on the same thing. "I need to head to math. Just put your number in my phone and we'll set up a time later." Santana waited for the girl to dial in the digits and headed to off to class.

She had never thought of herself as having bad luck, but being paired with Rachel was nothing but that. The only person who may actually know about her and Brittany was the girl she just had to be paired with. Santana wondered what it would be like to actually talk about her feelings. The thought frightened her and she swore that if she had to work with Rachel, it would include Santana making many threats for the girl to keep hush about everything she knew.