She quickly made her way up to her room, she needed to find a way to get Brittany to love her back in the same way she did.

Less than a minute into brainstorming, she realized how dumb she looked. She had a notebook, pen, highlighter and her laptop on Google with "how to convince someone to love you back" in the search bar. She assumed that this was how Rachel must spend most of her free nights.

After a slight chuckle and a quick glance at a few of the search results, she heard her dad's truck pull into the driveway and the sound of the front door opening soon followed.

She's not used to being home when either of her parents returned, especially not on a Friday night. She'd usually either be at one of Coach Sylvester's grueling Cheerios practices or out with Brittany, trying to teach her the ways of life… or how to do grade three math, but now that both of those things were gone (at least for now) she felt needy. Like she needed something to distract her, something to fill her now seemingly lonely life.

In the past, when she was bored she'd go to a party or the movies. Something along those lines, but today she just didn't feel up to it. Something suddenly caught her attention. It was the Sweet Valley High DVD case, she recalled earlier when she had asked Brittany if she wanted to go home and watch it with her. She couldn't even imagine watching the show without her now; it would hurt way too much.

Instead, Santana shut her laptop and put her notebook under her bed. She had a hard enough time imagining people at school finding out about her "lady love", so the thought of one of her parents finding out made her stomach go in knots.

Once everything that might lead to suspicion was hidden, she heard the front door open once again, her mom this time. She took one last glance of her room before heading downstairs, to see what her parents were up to for the night.

Both of her parents were surprised when they heard her voice.

"Hey." Santana said, trying not to seem too upset.

"Oh, hi honey! Her mom said enthusiastically, before heading over to the counter to put her briefcase down, her mom was Child Support Lawyer.

"You're home early, I thought you'd still be out with Brittany?" Her father added.

Brittany.

Just the mention of her name made her want to cry, but she took a deep breath before replying.

"No… she, um… had other plans." It wasn't a complete lie.

"Okay, well your father and I have a date planned for tonight, but if you don't want to be alone for the rest of the evening, I suppose we could postpone it."

"No, don't! You guys go have fun, I'll probably go see Sam tonight." She knew she didn't want to, but he was her boyfriend. She had to keep up appearances; otherwise people will start to think something's up.

Her dad nodded and tossed her the keys to his truck.

"If there's any drinking, call one of us and we'll make sure everyone gets home safely." He quickly added.

Santana headed back up to her room and called Sam to see if they could meet up tonight.

After a few rings he finally picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me. I was wondering what you were up to tonight?"

"Not much really. I hear Puck's having a party, do you want to go?"

She really didn't want to, but in a way, she knew she had to.

"Sure, I'll meet you there in an hour or so. Bye."

Before Sam could even get out another word, she hung up. She really didn't want to talk to him any longer.

Once she'd had a shower, put on some fresh clothes and arrived at Puck's it was nearly 7:30. She didn't care that she was over an hour late, what's the worse that could happen? Sam would be mad at her? Right now, that didn't seem like such a bad thing. Besides, she didn't love him or even really want to be with him. He was just a pawn in her game and to be honest, she was sick of the game, sick of hiding behind this stupid wall of sex. She only loved one person, so why bother anymore.

She thought about it again and realized that she couldn't just break up with Sam, people could easily add it all up. Sing and cry to a love song with Brittany and then break up with your boyfriend later that day. Too obvious.

So Santana walked in to see everyone from Glee Club, Puck and Lauren making out on the couch, Rachel in the back drinking a plastic cup full of a liquid (presumably non-alcoholic), Finn and Quinn flirting by the keg (way too obvious), Tina and Mike cuddling on the lazy boy and then she noticed Brittany sitting on Artie's lap by the kitchen.

Before she could even process the sight of them, she hears someone yelling her name over the music, trying to get her attention.

"Santana! Over here, by the window."

She knew it was Sam by the sound of his voice. She walked over and Sam quickly plants a peck on her lips, before she quickly shoots back in disgust.

"Did you get stuck in traffic?" Sam didn't even notice her displeasure.

"Sure." She replied, with her attention turned back to Brittany on Artie's lap.

She cringed, before feeling Sam put his arms around her.

"What the-" She stopped, choosing her words wisely. "Sorry, I just need to, um… use the washroom."

She made it to the washroom, closed the door and locked it. Before she knew it, tears were pouring from her eyes.

Why did she come here? She needed to be alone.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Hey."

"Occupied!" Santana quickly replied, trying not to sound upset.

"Please? I've spilt my drink all over me."

Santana hesitantly opened the door, trying her best to hide her noticeably red -from crying- face.

Of course, it was Rachel. Who else would've spilt pop everywhere?

"Thank you so much." Rachel said appreciatively, and then she noticed how upset Santana was and pulled her back into the washroom with her.

"What are you doing?" Santana said, replying to the unwanted gesture.

"We need to talk." Rachel closed the door and began washing her sweater under the faucet.

"Why would I ever talk to you?" Santana replied hastily.

"Because I'm the only one who actually understood the true story behind your performance in Glee today."

"What do you think you're talking about Berry?" Quickly denying Rachel's statement.

"It's kind of obvious, plus I overheard what you said in the hallway." Rachel added, still washing her pop stained argyle sweater.

"Didn't your mom-" Santana stopped, correcting what she just said. "…Dads ever teach you not to eaves drop?" She replied, clearly upset.

"I know I'm probably the last person you'd want to talk to, but I just want to let you know that I'm here if you ever need to talk. I know what you're going through." Rachel replied sincerely.

"How the hell is your relationship with Finn even remotely close to mine with Brittany." She no longer denied what Rachel had said. "At least you guys can be together, without it being this huge scandal." Santana added, clearly hurt.

"That may be true, but what I've been taught is that love is love, no matter who it's between." She shut off the water coming from the faucet, before continuing. "I know it may not seem like it now, but one day you'll look back on this day and realize that coming out was one the greatest things you ever did in life." Rachel added, with her hand now holding Santana's.

"Coming out? Wait, how would you know any of this?" She quickly replied.

"My two dads have told me their teenage coming out stories before, you know." Rachel responded, a gentle smirk on her face.

Santana was silent; she had no idea what to do now. She just essentially came out to Rachel. She knew she'd be okay with it, but what if she told someone? What if she told Sam? Even though she didn't care that much for Sam, he was her boyfriend and she couldn't stand the thought of him finding out she was gay.

Once all of these worries flooded her mind, she had to make sure Rachel kept her mouth shut.

"Don't tell." Santana said firmly, squeezing Rachel's hand.

"Don't worry, I won't. Just… If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you and so are my dads." Rachel said, as she leaned in to give Santana a sincere hug.

Santana accepted.

"Thank you." She replied as a few tears fell from her face and onto Rachel's shoulder.

"One last thing." Rachel added, as she made sure that she and Santana had full eye contact before continuing. "I think you need to break it off with Sam."

Santana went to reply, until Rachel put her hand up to silence her.

"You don't need to tell him you're gay, but you really shouldn't lead him on like this. Just tell him..." Rachel momentarily stopped, to think of an acceptable excuse. "Tell him your parents want you to focus on your studies, since your cheerleading scholarship chances are gone and if he still doesn't believe you, just say you want to be single right now, then storm off."

Santana knew that Rachel was right, it was wrong to keep him hanging on like this, so after agreeing with Rachel she made her way out to the living room where she found Sam.

She had been in the washroom for nearly 10 minutes and she was nervous as hell, but she knew that she needed to do this now. She made her way over to Sam.

"We need to talk."

"Okay, sure" he softly replied.

"Outside." She added.