Rachel sat there looking at Santana, "Well I mean she has a point, she can't really trust you right now can she?"
"Manhands shut the fuck up!" Santana sneered, but she looked over at her new and only friend and sighed. "No I messed up when I tried to take advantage of her, of her innocence, I did use her for attention from the guys, and it worked, it made my feelings for her feel normal, and what we were doing seem normal, I only did it because it allowed me to do the things with her that I should be doing with guys, and no one seemed to care." Santana said in a huge breath. Rachel turned to stare at her in surprise, the latina never really shared her feelings like this, but somehow after that story, it wouldn't stop, the tears and Santana felt Rachel's arms slide around her.
"I understand, did you tell her this?" Rachel asked.
"No sense, she's with cripple now…" Santana muttered.
"But you miss her, even as a friend…" Rachel insisted, her small hands rubbed Santana's back.
"I can't look at her knowing she chose him over me, not with out feeling like I lost everything. I fucked up because I was scared. I was a coward, Lopez is not a coward." Santana said in a shaky voice.
"Well…I guess that's why you called me." Rachel said with a grin as she stood up and pulled up Santana with surprising strength.
"Uh yeah, I need someone, to help me with her…I miss her…but I should move on. I just can't. She's my soulmate….we tell each other everything. We were inseparable. I just want to apologize for last year, the things we did in front of boys, and making her think she never mattered, maybe that would convince her, but then again…why would it?" Santana laughed dryly as she let Rachel lead her out of the bathroom, free period coming to an end.
"Just go to class, and meet me after school, I need a ride home. Thanks though for telling me all that." Rachel hugged Santana, feeling the girl needed it and Santana returned the hug with a small smile.
"I will be there with my car Yoda." Santana grinned as she watched Rachel walk off feeling a happy feeling because Berry wasn't so bad after all and she felt an odd flutter in her stomach, like something was about to happen. She shrugged her shoulder and walked to her class.
Brittany stepped out from around a corner, shock in her eyes as she thought of what Rachel had said to her best friend, secret meetings in bathrooms, rides home, telling each other things, were they dating? Brittany felt a flip in her stomach and walked away quickly to find her boyfriend, maybe he could make her feel better about this.
Rachel sat in her seat, her hands shaking as she brought them to her hair, and ran her hands through it, smoothing it back under her red headband. She was staring off into space, waiting for glee to start, and ready with a song, that she meant to sing to Quinn Fabray, who walked in at that moment, these two girls were the only ones in the choir room.
"Hey Rachel!" Quinn said in a cheery tone, it did not match there usual interactions, but Quinn looked unusually happy, and directed her beautiful smile at Rachel who just blinked.
"Quinn…hi…I didn't expect you in here so early, where's Sam?" Rachel asked.
"We broke up!" Quinn said in that same cheery tone, she sat at a seat somewhere in the middle and smiled at the small brunette again. "I guess he just wasn't the one for me, I couldn't picture a future with him, and well, I just…" Quinn searched the room for more words to justify her reasoning. Sam had broken up with her after her comment about Lima and wanting to leave, he had sensed she wanted more, and so he let her go but the two couldn't help but stay friends. "We're friends still though, he's a nice guy."
"Well, I suppose that's good then Quinn." Rachel said, her voice shaky, "I was practicing a song I would like to sing for Glee club… today actually." Rachel watched as Quinn nodded and she kept going.
"It's for someone special, who I don't know if they want to be with me as much as I want to be with them." Rachel said, her words slightly jumbled.
"If it's for Finn you need to back off, he's got nothing for you Rachel, he's not leaving here, and you are." Quinn said in a quiet voice.
"No, it's not for Finn." Rachel smiled. "I know we broke up for a reason, it's been a week, and he obviously moved on, trust me."
"Well Berry, I would not tap that again. You can do better." Quinn said softly, she looked like she was going to say something else but Brittany bounded in, her blond locks bouncing as she skipped and she stopped dead, her eyes landing on Rachel.
"Uhm, am I here late or early?" She tilted her head and looked around.
"Early." Quinn supplied the answer and sat down primly in her chair, eyeing Rachel as she did so.
"I should go then. I hate being early, it throws off Lord Tubbington. Noodles." Brittany said, she walked out of the room just as quickly as she had entered, leaving the two girls in an awkward silence.
When Rachel was done singing her heart out, people whispered, was it about Finn? No, the song had a 'she' in it, and Rachel had not looked at Finn at all. Finn looked constipated in the corner as he tried to figure out why Rachel wasn't singing to him.
"Who do you think it's about?" Brittany whispered into Quinn's ear, how she had gotten next to Quinn was a mystery considering seconds ago she was cuddling with Artie in the first row.
"I have no idea Brittany." Quinn whispered back.
"I do." Brittany said in a sing song voice, she looked over at Rachel who had settled down next to Santana and was beaming at her, Santana was looking at her with a pained expression, and just shook her head.
"Who?" Quinn followed Brittany's gaze and saw the two girls sitting there watching Mr. Schue give a speech.
"Santana." Brittany said, her voice filled with sudden anger that Quinn had never heard in her friend's voice. She turned to Brittany and tilted her head in question.
"Really now?" Her eyebrow arched in perfect suspiscion as she peered at the two brunettes who seemed oblivious to the two blonds whispering about them. She felt a slight flutter in her stomach, "That's not something we can allow to happen."
"If S is happy I guess it's okay." Brittany whispered in her own voice again. She got the vacant look back in here eyes.
"Wait, Rachel isn't gay though….she's been stuck up Finn's ass for like a year now!" Quinn whispered urgently. Brittany shrugged and moved away from her suddenly and back to Artie.
Quinn sat there watching the tiny brunette, someone who she couldn't really call a friend, but couldn't call a mere acquaintance either. The thought of her with Santana made her as sick as the thought of her with Finn, and she couldn't tell why. She directed her gaze back to the front of the room as Rachel looked in her direction, when Rachel looked away, she looked back.
At the end of glee Quinn ran over to Rachel, Santana was with her, and when the blond appeared in front of them with a nervous look on her face, Santana looked confused and Rachel looked even more nervous.
"Ass and thighs, what do you want?" Santana sneered in her usual greeting, her eyes seemed friendly enough though.
"I just wanted to say hi to you two, so friendly lately, I just wanted to make sure you weren't killing Berry Satan." Quinn said in a cold tone as she raised one eyebrow and smirked. Santana flushed a dark red and shook her head.
"I enjoy Santana's company, we have some things in common that allow us to bond for the time being. Seeing as no one else really talks to us we figured we should just bond together." Rachel said. She looked straight at Quinn who felt her heart race a little faster.
"You can talk to me, both of you, I'm hurt." She said sarcastically, but not really.
"Well actually I can't." Santana said.
"Fine then S. Rachel would you like to come to Breadstix with me this Saturday? So we can talk?" Quinn asked. Rachel looked surprised but just nodded.
"I know you have my number Berry so call me with the details." Quinn looked at Santana as she said it and smirked, the look on the girls face was priceless as she stood there speechless with her mouth gaping open. "Bye." Quinn said to Santana, she sauntered away, wondering what she just did.