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"No, but did you see the most recent one?" Rachel asked. Santana looked up from her spot at the kitchen island. Rachel had just entered the room, her phone up to her ear. A big smile on her face. "No way, she's gonna marry Matthew."
Santana set her glass down and adjusted in her seat.
Rachel laughed, "No, Quinn, his name is Matthew. She's saying no to Jackson."
"Seriously." Santana whispered as Kurt stepped over to the island, grabbing an orange out of the fruit bowl. "Quinn's coming into town right now and they're on the phone?" She glared at Rachel, "can't they wait?"
Kurt shrugged as he began to peel his fruit, "they do have to act around you."
Santana glanced back to him, "so you think she's cheating, too?"
"Why wouldn't I?" The boy asked. "Ever since you told me a few weeks ago I've been watching Rachel too. And when you were going to New Haven, she wanted to tag along."
"Yeah." Santana nodded, "I remember."
"Oh, my God!" Rachel shook her head, "I can't believe you…no, no why would she want to be with Jackson? April is so much better with Matthew they fit."
Kurt looked to Santana.
"Grey's Anatomy." She explained.
Kurt's expression was blank for a moment before he shook his head, "how did I miss that one?"
Santana watched the guy walk away, taking a slice of his orange into his mouth before he entered his room. She then turned her focus back to Rachel. Who was still on the phone with her girlfriend. "You're lame." Rachel shrugged. "Only lame people want Jackson with April and Arizona with Callie and Cristina with Owen."
They seemed to talk on the phone at least once a day. Santana had discovered that within the weeks after telling Kurt about her suspicion. They had a conversation on the phone once a day and it seemed like every other phone call either Rachel or Quinn (if she was in New Haven) left the room when Santana was with them.
That meant something was going on.
It could mean nothing else.
And it had to stop. Santana wasn't going to sit around and watch one of her best friends (yes, she considered Rachel a best friend) steal her girlfriend. It was gonna end. This game of theirs was over. She just didn't know exactly how she was gonna bust them on it yet.
"Is there any coffee left?"
She could jump in on them when they were hidden away in Rachel's room while Quinn was over this weekend.
"Santana?"
Or she could follow them and take a picture of whatever they were doing while they were out.
"Are you mad at me or something?" She heard a huff before, "whatever."
Finally she looked up, "huh?"
Rachel, who was now standing on the other side of kitchen where the coffee pot was shrugged as she set her phone on top of the counter, "I was asking about coffee." She said. "It doesn't matter now, I see there's coffee left…I have to pick up some papers from school, so I can pick Quinn up from the train station if you'd like." She finished pouring her coffee into her to-go mug.
"I can do it." Santana said quickly.
"Okay?" Rachel said in an odd voice. "I was just offering."
"Well you don't have too." Santana jumped from her seat and made her way to her apartment area, since she didn't have an actual room. She pulled her curtain shut, but still heard Rachel call her crazy. "You're making me this way." She replied, though she was sure the girl hadn't heard her as she was already out the door.
She quickly searched around her room to find her jacket and shoes, quickly throwing the items on she shoved her phone into her pocket, grabbed her purse and headed for the door herself. Quinn's train would be getting in in ten minutes. She had to walk fast, thankfully they didn't live too far away from the station.
She was a little late, but only by a few minutes and when she reached the station she didn't spot Quinn right away which meant that her girlfriend might not have gotten off yet. Either that or she was wandering around.
"Santana!"
As soon as she turned around, a body clashed against her own, arms around her neck, and a face buried in her hair, against her shoulder. Instinctively, in that moment, forgetting about the Rachel thing, Santana wrapped her girlfriend into her embrace.
"You're wearing my Cheerios jacket." Santana noticed when they finally parted.
"It's been three weeks." Quinn claimed.
"I know, I just couldn't afford to go last weekend."
Quinn nodded, understanding written all over her face. "I know…I just miss you, Santana, so much." That kind of had her heart hurting. Then why are you cheating on me? "I miss your comfort, your hands…" She latched their hands together, "they fit so well with mine. I miss the way you make your coffee in the morning, and your smirk…it's always etched in my brain. Every time I close my eyes I see your face…I love you."
"I love you, too." And it was easy to say, because it was one-hundred percent true. But she had doubts in her heart. Quinn didn't love her. And her heart would end up shattered.
Quinn pushed herself closer to the brown-eyed girl, setting her hands on her hips before she crashed their lips together.
It wasn't a long, passionate, lingering kiss.
It was short and simple, but it still felt perfect.
It still felt right.
"Come on," Quinn picked her bags up and nudged Santana's shoulder.
Santana reached out, as Quinn slipped a bag's strap over her shoulder. "Let me take this one." She said taking a hold on the other bag and draping it on her own shoulder.
Quinn smiled at her gratefully before she latched their hands together and swung them between their bodies as they walked out of the station. "You believe Callie and Arizona belong together, right?" She said with a grin.
"I do." Santana nodded, "also Cristina and Owen."
"Jackson and April, too?"
"Jackson and April, too."
"As long as we get to be lame together." Quinn shrugged.
It was moments like this that confused Santana. Quinn was acting completely normal. Like there was nothing about their relationship that she didn't like. Like there was nothing about Santana that she didn't love. But there was something, there had to be something because she was spending all that extra time with Rachel.
And Rachel's hand was on her thigh.
"Quinn?" Santana stopped pulling her girlfriend back by the hand.
"Yeah?" The blonde quirked an eyebrow.
"What's going on between you and Rachel?" There she said it.
Quinn stared at her for a minute, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You and Rachel, Quinn. What's happening?"
The blonde stared at her for a moment longer before she sighed, "Santana, wherever your imagination is taking you please, don't stay. Rachel is my friend. That's all she's ever been and that's all she'll ever be."
Santana watched for a sign of lying and she caught it. She'd looked away before she finished talking. She'd looked to the ground. But she didn't call her on it.
"You guys just talk all the time. You seem to be closer than ever."
"We are." Quinn nodded, "I'm not gonna lie, Santana. Rachel's probably my best friend…I mean you're my best friend too, but you've got Brittany and me and I have that in Rachel and you."
Okay, so confronting her girlfriend hadn't given her anything to go off of. So she'd just have to go after Rachel, bring out her inner Snix and scare the truth out of her. She continued her walk down the road with Quinn, their hands still latched together even though Quinn's attitude had definitely changed.
Later that evening Santana had woken up to the sound of shattered glass. She quickly glanced to her right, seeing the bare shoulder of her girlfriend under a cascade of blonde hair. Part of her was happy that Quinn was still in the bed (they did have some crazy hot sex) sound asleep. But now a part of her was worried. "Quinn, Q!" She reached out and shook the blonde's shoulder.
"Hhmm?"
"Quinn, I just heard something break."
"Not right now Santana, I'm too exhausted for another round."
Santana turned back to Quinn, "Quinn, I'm serious, I think somebody's out there!" She shouted within a whisper, shaking the girls shoulder again. Quinn finally sat up, keeping the sheets around her chest. "What?" She squinted. Santana shrugged, "I think someone broke into the apartment."
Quinn reached over to the table beside her and grabbed her glasses, "Santana, are you sure?"
"I heard shattered glass."
"It was probably Kurt or Rachel. You know, they were probably trying to be quiet to not wake anyone up and as a result dropped something."
"It's New York, Quinn, these things happen."
"And so do accidents."
"But-"
"Even if it were a break-in you'd have a better chance of not getting hurt by staying where you are. Don't surprise them."
"Oh, so I can get murdered in my sleep? No, thank you." She sat up and slipped on some clothes.
"Are you really going out there right now?" Quinn whispered harshly.
"Yeah." Santana nodded, "I'm gonna see what it was."
"You've watched horror movies, Santana. You never go investigate a noise!"
Santana turned back to her, "just stay in here, okay? If I don't come back in like, ten minutes call the police." Quinn shook her head, "Santana if you really think it's a break in just stay in here." She grabbed her hand, "huh? Just stay with me."
"I'll be back." She said leaning down and kissing Quinn's forehead before pulling away and stepping through the curtain.
"I can't believe you snuck up on me like that!" Rachel whispered, "you made me break my favorite glass!"
"I'm sorry about your Barbra Streisand glass, Rachel." Kurt quietly replied.
Santana stepped up and ducked behind the couch. The other two were in the kitchen. Rachel finished sweeping up her glass and dumped it into the trash can. "Why were you sneaking up on me anyway? I was being quiet. I didn't want to wake anyone up."
"Because, now that Quinn and Santana are asleep I can talk to you openly."
"About what?"
Santana rolled to sit with her back against the couch.
"Santana thinks Quinn's cheating on her." Kurt replied. "And she has reason to believe that you're the one she's cheating with."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're pretty quick to deny."
"Kurt…you don't know what you're accusing me of." The girl replied.
Santana pressed her eyes shut. This couldn't be happening. They were guilty, they really were. Quinn thought she could have it both ways. She thought she could have both Santana and Rachel. And Rachel didn't care.
"I can't believe you would do this to your own friend! That you would let Quinn do this to Santana?!"
"Quinn, has a sense of her own, she can do whatever she wants."
"Oh, my God!" Kurt was appalled. "I don't even know who you are right now."
"Is that all?" Rachel wondered, grabbing another glass and filling it with water. "Because if it is I'd like to get back to sleep."
"She loves Quinn, you know." Kurt said, "you're tearing them apart."
"I've done nothing wrong."
To avoid being seen Santana ducked out at that moment and went back into her area. She eyed Quinn who was still sitting up, though she had clothes on under the sheets now. "You're back." She smiled.
"Yeah." Santana nodded. "It was Rachel and Kurt."
"You okay?" Quinn asked scooting closer as Santana seated herself on the bed once more. "Babe?" She wrapped her arms around Santana's waist and placed a kiss on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"I really do love you." She whispered. Maybe if she said it enough times Quinn would stop. She'd see the error in her ways and not continue breaking them apart.
"I know." Quinn replied, reaching up and brushing her hand against Santana's face, turning it slightly to kiss her lips. "And I love you."
But it's not enough.
…Their love wasn't enough, Quinn apparently needed more…
…And Rachel was more than happy enough to give it to her.
Don't hate me, kay? I know where I'm going with this story, and I'll have you know I'm incredibly happy with how it's turning out!
...And just remember its a five-part story, so only two more parts until we get to the end! Yeah!
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