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Santana could hear a voice calling her name through the hallways. It had been a very long time since she had stormed out of the Glee club room.

"Santana!" the voice yelled. "Please, show yourself! The nurse said you weren't with her!"

She recognized it immediately. It was Rachel's.

The bathroom door opened. She watched as Rachel walked in. Rachel noticed Santana sitting on the floor, directly under the paper towel dispenser, and rushed over to her.

"Santana! We were so worried!" Rachel leaned over, looking at her. "They sent me out to find you and see if you were okay. What happened? One minute, you were fine, and the next thing we know your face was the color of milk!"

Santana looked away, scowling. "I really don't want to talk about it. I'm fine. Why do you care, anyway? You know I hate you. You should hate me, too."

Rachel sighed. She put her back against the wall and sat down next to Santana, looking directly at her.

"Look, Santana. I know we've had some... bad moments, let's just say. But I don't hate you! Far from it, actually. I really like you, and I just wish we could be friends. If we were friends, I could help you out with whatever is going on."

Santana was silent. Her expression didn't change.

Rachel continued. "You said that you're dealing with something right now, and I just want you to know that if you ever need someone to talk to it about, I am totally here for you. The whole glee club is!" She paused, waiting for any reaction. She didn't get one. "I just wanted to make sure that you knew we're all here for you."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Santana said. She liked that Rachel and the rest of Glee club wanted to help her, but she didn't want to admit it. And she definitely wasn't ready to tell anyone the new secret she was now hiding deep down inside of her.

As she allowed Rachel to help her up and dry the tears from under her eyes, the truth echoed inside of her mind.

I like girls the way I should like boys.

Or, was it the truth? After all, she had only seen that girl for about 30 seconds. How was she so sure this was true? You can't fall in love with someone the moment you see them. That's ridiculous.

...Right?

Just the sight of this girl Zoe made her feel a feeling that she had never felt before. A feeling that she believed it just might be love. So, what if it was? What if true love was just... immediate? What if you just... know from the second you see them that it's true love?

Santana scowled. No, she thought. I am not in love with her. I can't be. I just can't. I don't even believe in true love. What is wrong with me?!

It took all of Santana's strength to force her emotions she was feeling into a tiny space deep down inside of her. She was not going to let these emotions run free inside of her or drive her insane or ruin her life. She forced herself to repeat a sentence inside of her mind, even though she wasn't even sure it was true.

I am not in love with her. I am not in love with her. I am not in love with her.