Here's the fourth chapter for you guys.

Quinn thought she was going to die. For 20 minutes she had been stuck in the backseat with Santana and Brittany in the front. It's not that Quinn hated sitting in the backseat, sometimes she actually preferred it. The problem was what was going on in the front of the car. Brittany had been touching Santana almost nonstop, she kept whispering things in her ear that made the brunette turn a slight shade of pink, and giggling. Lots and lots of giggling. Quinn was offically in hell. She watched Brittany trace shapes on Santana's thigh. She finally had enough.

"Can you pull over at the next gas station?" Quinn more demanded than asked. Santana looked at her in the rearview mirror, they met each others eyes for a second before Santana looked back at the road.

"Yeah, sure. Everything okay Q?"

"I have to use the bathroom. That alright with you?" she snapped.

"Yeah, yeah." Santana sighed turning into the first gas station she saw. Quinn couldn't get out the car fast enough. As soon as the car stopped she opened the door and stormed into the bathroom. Santana got out the car deciding to fill up the tank so she wouldn't have to do it later. Once the gas started to flow into her car she leaned her back against the back door.

"Is she okay?"

Santana turned to see Brittany's head sticking out the driver side window. She couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, she just hasn't been feeling too well." Santana easliy lied. She hated lying to Brittany but in this situation she had to. What was she gonna say? "No Britt, she's fucking pissed that she has to wait for me to break up with you so she can have me." yeah, no. No way she would say that to her.

"Oh, well maybe we can get her a stuffed animal. That always makes me feel better." said Brittany looking down at the ground no doubt thinking of what stuffed animal would make Quinn feel better.

"Maybe B." replied Santana putting up the nozzle and closing the little door on the side of her car. "Im gonna go pay inside, and check on Quinn. she's been in there a while. You want anything?"

"They don't have what I want in there." Brittany simply stated.

"What is it that you want?" Maybe she could find it somewhere else.

Brittany grabbed Santana's shirt and pulled her closer until their lips were on each others. "You" whispered Brittany against the latina's lips. Santana felt herself becoming red she pulled away from Brittany and forced a laugh and walked inside the gas station.

Quinn was inspecting herself in the mirror to make sure she was presentable to the two other girls in the car. Well, to Santana at least.

"Quinn?"

Quinn's head snapped to the doorway. There was Santana looking at her. She walked into the bathroom, closed the door behind her and locked it.

"This is a single bathroom S."

"Yeah, so?"

"You should have knocked. I could have been someone else."

"Please Quinn. You werent anywhere else in the whole gas station and if you really cared you would have locked the door." Santana said looking at her. One corner of her mouth turning up into a half smile.

"What do you want San?"

"I want to know what's up with you." she replied leaning against the sink crossing her arms. Quinn rolled her eyes at the fact that Santana can still pull off the 'Queen Bitch' stance.

"Santana, it's noth-"

"Fuck that Quinn. What's up with you?"

Quinn let out a sigh and looked down at her feet. "It's Brittany." She glanced at Santana who was still in the queen bitch stance just looking at her, Quinn just looked back down at her feet. "The looks she gives you, the constant touching. I don't know how much longer i can handle it S. I want to be able to touch you like that, to be able to just look at you without Brittany thinking that something is up." There were tears in her eyes now.

"Quinn look at me."

She obeyed. She looked up to see Santana standing right in front of her. Still in queen bitch stance, but her eyes were softer. Quinn thought she saw traces of tears in her eyes, but it couldn't be. Santana never cried. Santana brushed a piece of blonde hair behind Quinn's ear, letting her hand rest on her cheek for a moment. She put both her hands on Quinn's shoulders and ran her hands down the length of the taller girl's arms until she reached her hands. Santana looked down at their hands and linked their fingers, then she looked up at Quinn.

"I'll tell her as soon as I can. As soon as i know it won't hurt her...as much. I promise." she offered Quinn a small smile and she returned it. Santana brought her hand up to cup Quinn's face and kissed her cheek. "You're beautiful." she whispered before pulling away. Quinn gave Santana's hand a small squeeze and left the bathroom. Santana waited till Quinn left the bathroom to let the tears she was holding back go.

Santana got two bottles of water and lots of junk food for her and Quinn and quickly made her way out to the car. She closed her door and handed Quinn the bag. She started the car and was about to put the car into drive when Brittany put a hand on hers.

"San? Have you been crying?" she asked softly.

Santana had dropped Quinn off at the house so she could go help Brittany "unpack". She highly doubted Brittany would even open her suitcase once tonight. She walked into the house, smells of Santana surrounding her. She locked the door behind her and threw her keys on the table. She walked over to the couch and turned the tv on. She didn't watch it though, it was just background music for her thoughts. What were her thoughts exactly? Santana. Her mind was always on Santana. Usually about their future together. But not tonight. Her thoughts drifted to what would happen if Santana didn't break up with Brittany. Or what if she wasn't good enough for Santana after she broke up with Brittany. Then her mind wandered to what the two girls were doing right now. At that thought Quinn got up off the couch like it was on fire. She walked into the kitchen and got the bottle of tequila. Maybe a drink would calm her mind. But one drink made her think even more about Santana, so she had another, which made her think about the latina even more, so she had another.

Quinn wasn't a bad drunk, when she was alone that is. She just messed up the kitchen trying to make some bacon for herself, cried over Santana a little bit, stumbled over the coffee table knocking over everything onto the floor, drunk dialed Santana, left her a drunk voicemail, cried some more, and then finally fell asleep on the couch with Tequila in hand. She stirred when she heard the front door open but closed her eyes again. If someone was robbing her they could take whatever they wanted. She wasn't in the mood to do anything right now.

"Jesus Christ Quinn." she heard her latina say. She smiled a little bit to herself when she heard her voice. She heard things being picked up and set on the table in front of her. Then she felt the presence of someone right in front of her, the bottle of tequila was being taken from her hand. How on Earth did she manage to hold onto that the whole time she was sleeping.

"Quinn, you gotta get up.' Santana whispered rubbing her back.

"I don't wanna." Quinn slightly slurred.

"C'mon Quinn. Don't make this hard on me." she sighed. When Quinn didn't respond Santana had no choice. She stood up and bent down to pick up Quinn. Though she was taller than Santana she wasn't that heavy. Quinn threw her arms around Santana's neck and before she knew it they were up the stairs and in Quinn's bedroom. Santana gently placed Quinn on her bed and took her shoes off.

"You don't have to baby me." Quinn chuckled from her pillow.

"Obviously I do. You drunk dialed me and trashed the house Quinn." she sighed throwing Quinns shoes to the wall. Quinn sat up abruptly.

"I what?" She hissed.

"Drunk dialed me. That's when you get drunk and th-"

"I know what it is. I assume you saved it?"

"Oh of course. For the sole purpose of being able to blackmail you." Santana laughed standing up and reaching in her pocket. She pressed a few buttons on her phone and then handed the phone to Quinn. "Press one when you're ready."

Quinn took a d eep breath and pressed the button. Almost as soon as she put the phone to her ear she heard her own voice.

"Why aren't you here with me. We could be having a great time. And by great, I mean you screaming my name at the top of your lungs. Whatever you're doing with Brittany, it would be ten times better with me. You wouldn't believe the things i can do with my mout-"

"Oh god." Quinn groaned putting her head in her hands.

"What? You didn't even listen to the best part!" Santana exclaimed.

"There's more? Please, please delete it." Quinn whined leaning her head back against the headboard.

"It's deleted." was all Santana said before sitting on the edge of Quinn's bed. She put a hand on Quinn's stomach and smiled at her. "Um, Brittany's here."

"Huh?"

"Brittany's here. She's gonna spend the night. She insisted that she come check on you cause i told her you sounded worried in your voicemail" Santana laughed slightly at the last part.

"Oh" was all Quinn managed to get out.

Santana stood up and once again cupped Quinn's face. "As soon as I can." she said before placing a kiss on Quinn's cheek. Quinn smiled at her as she walked away. At the door Santana turned around with a sad smile and gave a small "I promise" then walked down the hall.

I'm kinda eh about this chapter. But oh well. The next chapter will be up tomorrow. 'I promise.' Once again, review review review. They make me happy and make me want to keep this story going.