As Rachel walked toward an empty classroom to have her 'talk' with Santana she was running through the possibility of disappearing. It'd be easy enough, Santana wouldn't notice until it was too late, Rachel having found some hole to hide in and ignore high school life until later. She decided against it, her curiosity getting the best of her. She needed to know how Santana knew her song, seeing as she'd never met the girl before today and she didn't think she knew anyone from New York. She turned as she reached the desks, taking a seat on one and looking at Santana expectantly, as if to say let's get on with this. I have places to be.

The Latina closed the door, a fire in her eyes that could definitely kill, if Rachel were scared easily. Leaning against the door, she didn't speak, something was obviously troubling her, the shorter brunette able to see her mind working in the girl's eyes. Rachel was about to open her mouth and say something but she thought better of it, knowing that she hadn't quite pinpointed anything about this mysterious girl. She didn't know if the girl would murder her on the spot, or try at least, if she spoke out of turn. When Santana was done stalling she locked her mahogany eyes with Rachel's chocolate orbs and her eyes narrowed, cold and hard, almost as if she was trying to turn all of the girl to ice. "You didn't write that. You know you didn't write that." That? That was all she came up with? A blind accusation and an icy stare? I could do better than that in my sleep. Rachel's mind raced with laughter as she relaxed. She didn't relax visibly though, just keeping herself in her same, on edge position.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Lopez, I wrote that and I don't see how you can tell me otherwise. You don't know anything about my life, you just know what you've seen. And what you've seen is nothing to suggest anything truly inspiring and revealing about my life." Rachel snapped and her glare hardened. She was curious as to how her song was known and why it was this bitch of a cheerleader who knew it. Why did the worst people have to know the most random facts about you?

"You did not write that song. I know for a fact you didn't and you know it too. It was written by Stella Ramirez, up in New York. It was her song and I don't know how you know it but you should never, ever sing it again." Santana was clearly upset by this point, seeing as she had begun pacing around the room. Rachel just watched her, jaw dropping at the mention of her ex-girlfriend. She couldn't believe it. Stella was taking credit for her song? And this chick knew her? None of this made sense at all, and as Rachel sat, she wracked her brain for a sufficient answer.

"Oh Hell No. That song is mine, I wrote it for Stella. She didn't write it and do you know how I know that? It was a fucking birthday gift. What I'm more concerned about, is how you know Stells?" Rachel crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the pacing Santana, "Like I said, don't tell me my own story sweetheart."

"Don't call me that for one. Seriously, I'm not your girl. And I won't ever be." She snapped and stopped moving. Santana looked over Rachel and shook her head in disgust. "You're revolting. Stella is my cousin. She moved to New York three years ago. And for some reason she was really popular. With the weirdest people."

"I know she did, you know why? Because she was my girl. I dated her for almost a year. But as soon as she heard I had to move she dumped me. She didn't want to do long distance thing. She was too into sex and making out for that. I guess I understand, but it just ended like that." Rachel refused to show weakness, instead becoming hard and closed off. She wouldn't let Santana know she was about to cry, her face becoming an unreadable mask, eyes empty and cold. She stiffened up, making her small frame seem bigger, her chest puffing out and standing up. She spread her legs apart to take up more space slightly. "She can't claim she wrote that song when it's debut was me singing it to her at her birthday. It was my present to her. I completely surprised her too, she loved it..."

"Bull. Shit. " Santana laughed, "She wrote that for her boyfriend! Lucas! She must have been stringing you along. She never uses girls more than to fuck them. She wasn't going to keep you around. She was just looking for an excuse to dump your sorry ass."

The stupid Latina's words hit Rachel harder than expected and before she could help it, a slap echoed through the room. Santana's hand flew up to her cheek and tears fell on Rachel's shoes, her shoes darkening where the droplets hit. "I wrote that song. I loved Stella and you aren't going to fill my head with shitty lies. If this was all you needed to tell me then I think it's time that you leave. I have a phone call to make."

Turning her back, Rachel expected Santana to just leave her alone in the room. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through to find the girl's number, hitting the call button beside it. As she waited for Stella to answer, she wiped her eyes, hitting the speaker button.

"Hello?" Came a voice from the phone and Rachel bit back a choked sob as she remembered why she was calling. She was angry and she needed to act as such.

"Stella. You stole my song." She snapped, staring down at the phone, glaring at the picture of the two of them that was her contact picture. She waited what seemed like forever before she got a response.

"Rachel, You know that is technically my song. You wrote it for me. Either way, I don't see what it matters, we aren't together anymore so you don't get a say in what I do." From behind the tiny girl, Santana smirked and she furrowed her brow as Stella continued, her voice showing that she was laughing at the entire situation. Rachel's feelings most definitely hadn't been a matter of Stella's, "How did you find out anyway? You moved away."

"Your cousin Santana filled me in. Evidently you have some boy named Lucas you 'wrote' my song for?" Rachel continued, a fire fueling her she didn't know she had. Her voice became sharp and jagged, poison on each ending and a low growl delivering the words, "If you were just using me for a good fuck, then why the hell would you tell me you loved me?"

That brought a hold on the conversation. Stella didn't respond for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was only a few seconds. Longest minute known to man kind to say the least. "Satan told you I had a boyfriend named Lucas? So you just take whatever a stranger says and believe it Rachel? That's not the Rachel Berry I know. That's not the girl who fought for my heart."

"Well, the girl who fought for your heart ended up dying when she moved. Say you stole my song again and I drop your body off a cliff Stella." Rachel snapped and hung up before grabbing another notebook from her bag and scribbling in it. Santana was still standing there, not having moved from her spot or made a sound since Rachel had dismissed her to go to lunch. Her jaw had dropped, her entire story being shot as she worked over the information she'd just gained. She'd been wrong about the girl entirely, the heartless short brunette actually having a heart.

As tears fell and a choked sob shook Santana from her thoughts, she decided to slowly walk out of the room. She stumbled on a chair, her foot catching it as she walked backwards, eyes still fixed on the crying new girl. The noise didn't slip past Rachel though, who spun around and fixed her eyes first on the chair, then on Santana's frozen figure. Her jaw clenched and her hissed in a menacing tone, "Get. Out. And if you say a word about what you heard to anyone I will throw your body with Stella's at the bottom of the cliff. Understood?" When the Latina didn't respond, too terrified to even comprehend what was said, Rachel collected her things and shoved past Santana into the quickly filling hallways.

She looked around, not caring too much but trying to make it seem like she did, and sighed softly. She blinked back tears and made her way down the hall, tired of everything for the day. She was going to just skip and sit in some random classroom or behind the bleachers to avoid everyone. It wasn't like anyone cared where or who she was. The only thing she didn't expect, was a silent trio following her, Santana having grabbed her two friends to help her snoop on the brunette.

They followed the tiny new girl as she went to crash on the couch under the bleachers, the skanks favorite hang out spot. She didn't care that it was tattered and torn or how dirty it was. She just wanted to relax and feel like she could keep on with her life. The truth that Stella knew and the truth Rachel knew were different things and to see that the girl could twist everything that Rachel knew and held close into something so disgusting and different, that really sent the girl's head spinning. How was she supposed to just disregard everything Santana said when Stella treated ending them like it was no big deal? Did she really mean nothing to the girl or was Stella just protecting her heart, even with her disregard for Rachel's? That was a possibility but Rachel decided to push most, if not all, memory or her relationship in the darkest recesses of her mind. She was, under no circumstances, going to think about dating Stella. She wasn't going to think about dating anyone.

Not after what happened, not after how Shelby thought of her...'lifestyle'. She didn't really care what the woman thought of it, but she had to keep up appearances. She couldn't exactly let herself be thought of as a terrible person, even if deep down she was. That wasn't how Berry's acted. Everything was always fine though, when Rachel really thought about it. It was just a decent lesson as to why to not listen to what your heart wanted.