Rachel moved into the choir room. As usual, she was the first one in. She took a seat in the back row and opened up the binder she kept of their current New Directions sheet music. Her head lifted slightly when she saw movement near the door.
Santana made brief eye contact with Rachel before rolling her eyes and sitting in the front. She crossed one leg over the other and began examining her nails. There was no way in Hell she would start a conversation with Rachel, especially after their encounter in the bathroom last week.
Sam entered the choir room, followed by Mike and Tina, holding hands of course, and Brittany pushing Artie in his wheelchair. Santana ignored Brittany and leaned into Sam as he sat next to her.
"Hey, baby," she greeted him and kissed him deeply.
When she broke from the kiss, she glanced at Brittany. She was sitting in front of Rachel, Artie parked beside her. She was picking a fuzzy from Artie's vest. Santana caught Rachel staring at her and quickly placed her attention back on Sam.
"You coming over tonight?" she asked him.
"Yeah, sure," Sam agreed easily and leaned in for another kiss.
Santana kissed him back without much interest. She was distracted and broke the kiss of quickly before reaching for her water to make sure Sam didn't keep kissing her. Quinn walked into the room, Finn trailing close behind her and Santana eyed them up suspiciously.
"You two have been awfully close," Santana commented as they sat down, Finn sitting closer to Rachel than to Quinn.
Quinn shifted on her chair. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I think she means you're always hanging out together," Brittany chimed in.
Santana didn't acknowledge Brittany's statement, even though her friend was backing her up. "I'm just saying, it seems like you're a couple."
"We're not," Finn insisted, annoyed with Santana. "We're friends."
"With benefits," she added.
"Uh-huh," Quinn agreed, dismissing it.
"Is that true?" Rachel asked, focusing on Finn.
"Of course not," he told her.
Rachel leaned forward, looking past Finn to Quinn. "We're in the Celibacy Club."
"Yeah, we're the only ones left since everyone else dropped out." Quinn looked around at the others who had briefly attended.
"Couldn't stay celibate forever," Artie spoke up and gave Brittany's hand a squeeze.
"You're so sexy when you say things like that," Brittany told him seriously.
"This is ridiculous," Santana muttered, but made sure it was loud enough that everyone heard her.
She stood to her feet and left the room quickly, passing a puzzled Mercedes. She headed for the bathroom, thinking it was the only safe place to go. Santana wasn't sad, but she was pissed and figured being alone was better than pulling a Sue Sylvester and shoving someone down a flight of stairs.
She paced in the bathroom, wanting to slam her first into the hand dryer, but she refrained. Somehow, she didn't think a fractured hand was worth it. She heard the bathroom door open and close and almost screamed in frustration at seeing Berry.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked.
"I'm not your fucking friend," Santana spat at her as she stopped her pacing.
"Yeah, I got that," Rachel responded. She watched Santana for a moment. "It's okay, you know. I have two dads, so I can understand—"
"Will you shut up?" Santana crossed her arms over her chest. "You don't even know what you're talking about."
"I know you have feelings for Brittany," Rachel said.
Santana advanced on Rachel, getting in her face. "Take it back."
Rachel physically tensed, but she didn't back down. She just hoped Santana wasn't going to hit her. "Why are you denying it? You don't have to deny it in front of me. I'm not going to tell anyone, if that's what you're afraid of."
"You don't understand." Santana slunk back and turned to face the mirrors.
"I understand what it's like to be in love with someone... to be rejected." Rachel watched Santana's reflection.
"No, no, no, you do not get to compare yourself to me." Santana turned to face Rachel instead of talking to her through the mirror. "You are not me, do you understand that?"
Rachel offered up a small smile to show that she was on her side. "I know that, Santana, I'm just trying to help—"
"But you can't! You can't help me! You..." She forced herself to calm down. "You can help me by pretending you never had any of those stupid thoughts about me and Brittany, okay? Because they're not true. You don't know anything."
"Okay." Rachel nodded. "Sorry."
"Yeah, you should be," Santana told her hotly. "And a helpful tip, burn that outfit when you go home. It looks hideous."
With that, Santana moved out of the bathroom and back to the choir room. Rachel studied her reflection for a moment before following out after Santana.