Author's note: Thank you so much for the reviews and everything, I wasn't expecting it at all! There isn't much going on in this chapter, but it's the first insight at Quinntana's relationship. The next one will be a bumpy one, be prepared.

You've got tears making tracks
I've got tears that are scared of the facts

With a loud thump, her locker was shut only a second after she'd pulled her books out of it. If it had happened a millisecond earlier, she was sure she would have lost at least a finger or two, but the look Quinn was giving her didn't leave room for complaints about that. She felt a sting of guilt piercing through her heart, because she'd known this was bound to happen and she hadn't done anything about it. There wasn't much that could be done about the fact that she was now a loser who sang showtunes, but she could've told Quinn herself and maybe it would have softened the blow.

Telling her she'd been forced to join would have been the worst choice. Being the perfect student she was, in a heartbeat her girlfriend would have been in the principal's office telling him all about Mr. Schue's corrupt ways of getting students to join his club, and then someone might have decided to check if it was true that Santana had never had any weed stashed in her locker. Given the fact that this wasn't entirely correct, she would have found herself in trouble with both the school and Quinn, who would never forgive her for it.

"You're in Glee club."

Apparently, she wouldn't forgive her for this either. The way she said, she might as well have been accusing her of making sandwiches out of dead babies. For some reason she couldn't quite figure out, she was slowly starting to like getting to sing on a stage and having Rachel praise her voice every time she opened up her mouth to say something, so she didn't see why it was so terrible that she'd joined the club. If her own self from two weeks ago had caught her thinking this, she would have slapped her really hard.

"Yeah, well, I figured it would be nice to have some more extracurriculars. For college."

Her shrugging her shoulders was not helping her situation. Quinn looked like she was about to strangle her now, and for an instant, Santana literally feared for her life. Backing up a bit, just to get some distance between them in case she needed to start running, she looked up at her girlfriend and breathed in deeply as she saw her closing her eyes.

"So hanging out with the geeks didn't only turn you into a loser, but now you're a liar too."

She went through the whole sentence before opening her eyes again, and now she didn't look so scary. She looked sad, and Santana felt even worse. The way those hazel eyes were looking at her was hurting her soul, all she wanted to do was throw her arms around her and kiss her all over until she felt better.

"I'm sorry, ok, I just knew you wouldn't be cool with it so I thought maybe... I'd give it a try and if I liked it and decided to stay, then I'd tell you. I didn't want us to have a fight over nothing."

Even if the facts were all wrong, what she'd said had been true. She hadn't wanted them to get into an argument over something as dumb as this, that was indeed the main reason why she hadn't told her anything about it, but now she knew she'd been completely wrong about Quinn. She wasn't mad at her for joining the club, she was mad at her for lying, and she was the lousiest girlfriend in the whole world. Quinn wouldn't have ever been mad at her if she'd simply told her she was joining because she felt like it. That would have been a lie as well, but she wouldn't have had a chance to realize it, and they would have been perfectly fine instead of having their eyes filled with tears and their fists clenched so tightly it hurt.

"I don't know why on Earth you thought joining Loserville was something you wanted to experience, but you could've at least given me a warning before doing it. Don't you think I have the right to decide if I want to keep on dating someone who hangs out with Man-Hands and that weird Asian girl?"

Santana couldn't repress a smirk, and somehow gathered the courage to take a step forward and reach out to grab her hand.

"I'm really sorry. But I know you're not dating me because of which clubs I'm in, you're dating me because I'm hot."

The way Quinn smiled at her gave her some hope, maybe it wouldn't end in the fight she'd been so desperately trying to keep from happening.

"It's okay. I'll forgive you for lying if you quit. After everything I've given up on for you, you can't deny me this one little thing."

With an even wider smile, Quinn gave her a quick peck on the lips and then turned and walked away from her, leaving a very distressed Santana behind her. Five lockers away, Rachel had been a silent witness to the whole scene. Outraged at Quinn's ultimatum, she walked up to Santana and put a hand on her shoulder.

"She can't threaten you like that, you should be able to do what you want to do."

Santana raised an eyebrow at her. So far, she'd put up with Rachel because she kept on complimenting everything about her and there was nothing she liked better than someone who fed her ego, but this was different.

"What I want to do is Quinn. Stay out of it, hobbit."

As she watched her nearly running after her girlfriend, Rachel felt very, very small. But there was something else. She'd become an expert in Santana's voice lately, and there had been something off in the way she'd spoken to her, something that hadn't been as cruel as it should've, and more like she was scared. It hadn't surprised her that Quinn had overreacted like that, but she had found quite disturbing the way she had kept on a very menacing tone for most of their brief conversation, only switching to a desperate one when she'd called Santana a liar. The atmosphere had grown so thick she could have cut through it with scissors and the only thing that remained clear to Rachel was that she had to find out what was going on, even if she was aware she should know better than to get involved in other people's relationships. But staying on the sidelines and watching the girl she was pining after in such a chaotic mess like her relationship Quinn seemed to be was not an option, so she pushed the sensible part of herself far away, and took out her phone. Desperate times called for desperate measures.