Author's Note: So here it is for you all! The fourth chapter! Thanks to those people who have added this story to their story alerts! I could really do with a couple of reviews, but I will continue to post if I continue to see interest on any front. I really love Santana as a character, and at first I wanted to avoid this storyline for her - I felt that it didn't need to be made a big deal of, but then, as I thought more about the character, I realised that this is such a major part of the character that she has become - the one we know and love - that I just couldn't leave it out. I then pretty much decided to go the whole hog and make a coming out chapter! This one hasn't had much to do in terms of advancement of plot, but hey ho, we all need some side-stories right? xD Thanks for reading!

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Lebanese and Proud

Rachel Berry. Officially the most schizophrenic person I have ever met. Don't get me wrong, that's not necessarily a problem – I mean, hey let's face it, I'm pretty much the same, but seriously – this girl takes it to another level. Yesterday she had a rant at me about how I would never do anything at Nationals with her around, and now… Well, to put it simply, I'm confused. She just stood there, babbling on about emotional learning curves, and something about Finn Hudson, and I think she used the word antiquated to refer to her friendship with Mercedes, but, to be honest, I wasn't really listening. She was lucky I was even standing around long enough for her to speak to me. The thing that shocked me the most – the apology and the hug. I'd been told to expect nothing of the sort from the proud hobbette, but I guess there's a first for everything – it was nice that she had made the effort after all. After accepting the desperate plea for forgiveness (which really seemed rather excessive when she started offering me things – what was this girl on?) I started to lose interest again. I forgave her, but I didn't say anything about being friends. This is how my attitude remained. Until I heard two words come out of her mouth – Quinn Fabray. I whipped around and smiled. She had something against Quinn – I could see it in her eyes. This could be the way to get that pretentious bitch out of the picture for good. I had already arranged to meet up with her on Saturday, but here was Rachel Berry – accidentally letting slip that she had something against Quinn Fabray. Emotional leakage I believe they call it. Could Rachel be the answer to my problem? There was only one way to find out. Address the issue straight on.

"So Rachel, what's the history between you and Quinn?" She looked at me, mouth agape. I gave her a steely stare back. She was going to tell me the info whether she wanted to or not.

"Oh… Er… Well, I guess you could say that she's not always been the nicest person around here, but don't get me wrong – I wouldn't wish to cause her any harm or ill will." Bollocks. I could see it as she was saying that last bit that she didn't mean it. She wanted hell set loose on Quinn Fabray. I wanted to get her out of the way so that me and Sam could have a shot together. This was going to be some stellar fun.


Santana and Brittany walked into glee together. As usual. I still don't think I've seen one without the other for more than five minutes. They seemed pretty nervous today. Santana especially. She kept glancing at the ditzy cheerleader, as if looking towards her for support. Mr Schue came in late, and was about to start the lesson when Santana raised her hand.

"Mr. Schue, me and Brittany have something we've been working on for the group." Mr Schue nodded, sat down in his director's seat. He felt powerful that way. You could tell from the look on his face. This chair was his. Santana's face was a stark contrast. Whereas hers normally had the smug look that Mr Schue was now trying to conceal, it had now taken on a much more worried look. I was worried for her now – she had become a good friend. She took a deep breath, Brittany beside her.

Hold your fire

I'm coming out and I'll tell you the truth

I was trying to raise my roof

Did you see it?

That I needed to prove

That my stinger always stays

You said she's beautiful when she plays

Did I hit you in the proper place?

Suddenly.

I had never gotten over how underplayed Santana's voice was. I personally thought it was beautiful, but mainly because of the emotion that she poured into the music. You could really get lost in her voice. Today she sounded vulnerable, Like she was bearing her soul.

I'm going out, I'm going to drink myself to death,

And in the crowd, I see you with someone else,

I brace myself 'cause I know it's going to hurt,

But I like to think at least things can't get any worse.

No home, don't want shelter,

No calm, nothing to keep me from the storm,

And you can't hold me down, 'cause I belong to the hurricane,

It's going to blow this all away.

Her look with Brittany intensified, and the two held hands while the song continued. I was still a little lost as to what was going on, but I think a few of the other glee club members seemed to understand.

I, oh well I could live in this town

Five cold years before I

Yes I could live in this town

Five cold years

Yes I could live in this town

Five cold years before I

Well I could live in this town

Before I head for home

And considered it odd

That I ever stayed

You know that feeling you get

when you don't want to leave

That feeling when you don't want to leave

I hope that you see me,

'Cause I am staring at you,

But when you look over, you look right through,

Then you lean and kiss her on the head,

And I never felt so alive and so dead.

If I had had doubts, I had none by the end of the song. Tears falling from her eyes, not strong, blubbering tears, but elegant, and beautiful tears, Santana stood up straight, and spoke the words that would change her life forever.

"I think it's time that you know. I hope you'll accept us. Me and Brittany, well, we're in love." Rachel was the first to stand. She smiled. Walked three steps. Gave Santana a hug. The action was repeated by everyone in the room, including myself. Quinn looked the most relieved. When it came to her chance, she went up to Santana, hugged her as everyone else had, but then whispered something in her ear. I couldn't tell what it was, but I could tell from the look on Santana's face that it wasn't a supportive comment. Not a derogatory comment - Santana wasn't angry or sad, just shocked. Quinn walked off with a mysterious sway to her hips. They didn't lie when they said glee club was dramatic…