Chapter three, QUinn's perspective :P

You honestly think this entire mess is ridiculous.

You have no clue what this thing with Santana is, so it was already pretty complicated. After the wedding, she just started visiting you a bit more at Yale. And you started coming a lot more to New York. You just did best friend things though, but with more teasing and sex now. But now the Brittany of it all just complicates things even further, and it adds a bit of urgency for you to figure your Santana confusion out. But you don't even know where to start in figuring it out!

All you know is this: you love being around Santana, you care a lot about her, and the sex is awesome. But your definitely not gay, so you can't date her, right?

All of this is hurting your brain. Maybe you do need a second opinion on this.

With that realization in mind, you slowly get out of the bed you were lying in and roll your shoulders in a circle, stretching your arms and back. Thank god you're not in New Haven right now (you had some class free days) because that bed is well less comfortable. You glance around Santana's section of the nice New York apartment (she's out on a shift) before trudging your way over to the kitchen for some food.

"Had some fun last night, didn't we?" Kurt asks, with his suggestive tone. He didn't even turn away from what he was cooking to ask you. You glance around, and notice you two are alone. That will make things sufficiently less awkward.

"Ha-ha, Kurt. Hilarious. Anyway, I was actually seeking advice." You state plainly, while sitting down at the table and grabbing a muffin.

"All ears, Quinn. Especially if your in need of some advice to get out of those obnoxious dresses you are constantly ruining your look with." He adds, flipping his pancakes.

"What are you even talking about? Never mind. So I don't even really know how to ask this, since it is all so confusing.." Your voice fades out, and your upset about the hopeless tone your using.

"Gay panic? That's what I'm here for."

"NO!" You answer quickly, "I mean that's not what I wanted to ask you about. I just wanted to ask your opinion about how I should figure out what this thing between me and Santana is."

Your question hangs in the air for a couple of seconds as Kurt grabs a plate and shoves two pancakes on it, douses them in maple syrup, then pulls the chair out across from you and slides into it.

"Yeah, that definitely has nothing to do with gay panic, right Quinn?" He asks, that softens his sarcastic tone at your harsh but nervous gaze. "Well just answer my questions, okay? But be honest." he warns.

"Alright, I can handle that."

"Ok, do you care about Santana?"

"Yeah, always have always will."

"When your with her, just like hanging out, how do you feel?"

"I don't know, it's just always fun I guess." you feel a bit weirded out, because this reminds you of an interview.

"Alright, plant this image into your head: Santana's kissing another girl in the same room as you. How does that make you feel?" He asks, leaning back on his chair curiously.

Before thinking about it carefully, you just respond with "Sick."

"Alright. Quinn Fabray, I do not not if you are straight, gay or bi, but you one hundred percent have feelings for Santana Lopez. I suggest you make those feelings known, because wait too long and Brittany will swoop back in. She's already starting her attack." Kurt finishes. You are instantly flooded with the feeling of panic.

"What do you mean? What has she done?" You ask, worried about the answer.

"Oh nothing. Yet. I just heard from Rachel that Brittany was questioning the relationship of you and San yesterday on the phone." He says, amusement in Kurt's eyes.

"What? Brittany has no right to be asking that!"

"Tell Brittany that, not me. You also should tell Santana your feelings. You're welcome for all this awesome advice, by the way, but I'm off to class. Will I see you before you leave?" He asks, heading for his bag by the door.

"Yes, I'm not leaving until tonight. Bye Kurt."

"Good luck Quinn" He says, and you hear the slam of the door.

You're instantly flooded with angry. What is Brittany attempting? It is ridiculous that it has come to this, but if she wants competition, Britt-Britt is getting it.

Wait, what are you saying? For a second, you close your eyes and picture Santana and Brittany getting back together. That image gives you envy, hurt and anger. Lot's of anger. This makes you realize, you do care for Santana a lot more than you thought. And you are not losing her before she is even completely yours. But before you tell Santana your new realizations of feelings, some things need to be set straight. With a familiar smirk plastered on your face, you grab your phone and hit the number you were looking for.

"Quinn?" You hear, and you notice the hint of anger in her voice as well.

"Oh hey, Britt-Britt. Just calling to ask why you were going behind my back to Rachel yesterday."

"Oh, just cause I was curious as to what your doing with Santana, Q. What the hell is wrong with you? You're one of my best friends!" She says, letting her anger out. but that just fuels you more.

"And so is she, and you hurt her. So I was there for her, how could you possibly be mad? And then you don't even have the guts to ask San about it? Thought you guys were best buds?" You ask, knowing it would be a low blow.

"Is that why you are doing this? Because your'e jealous that you were always the odd friend out?" She asks, and you realize you just can't stand her at the moment.

"Don't be petty, Britt. I'm doing this because I love her and she loves me, and i'm sorry if that makes you upset Brittany but you blew your chance! Goodbye now." You finish in a rush and slam the phone down.

Shit.

You love her?

Yeah, you do. But lets just hope you were not lying to Brittany and she loves you back.