Note: This took a while for two reasons; first one being it was uncharacteristically warm over the weekend and I was forced outdoors, the second being that I found this chapter extremely difficult to write - due to my lack of experience with pretty much all of the issues raised, so I truly do apologize if it's insensitive in any way.

Oh and I'm not insulting anyones intelligence with putting the days up - I confused myself and so had to keep track, I'm an idiot like that.

Again, thank you very much for reading - I actually can't believe even 1 person has read so much as the first paragraph!

Reviews would be extra nice ;)

THE NEXT DAY (FRIDAY)

Santana knew Brittany was leaving today, she went on the same day every summer. She almost ran over there this morning just to catch Brittany and give her a proper goodbye, to tell her that everything was going to be okay with them. But she remembered why she'd told Brittany not to contact her in the first place, because she couldn't promise everything was going to be okay - far from it. She needed space, space to think and figure herself out before she dragged brittany into this mess. Santana wanted to be sure of everything before she even contemplated a relationship. It wasn't that she didn't want to be with Brittany, it was the opposite - she wanted that more than anything. But she knew she owed it to Brittany and to herself to find out who she was. She had so many feelings and she just needed to deal with them properly before she acted on anything. Having said that, it was still hard to stay away for so long. She missed Brittany so much it physically hurt, it was such a cliche but she didn't know how else to describe the pain she felt. It was even worse knowing that she'd left Brittany with no explanation or promise to come straight back to her when she'd sorted her shit out, which was exactly what she intended to do.

Santana was perched on the edge of her bed and had been in the same position since about an hour ago. Because around that time she had remembered something Quinn had said at Breadstix a few months back now,

"I think what you need to do first, before you talk to Brittany about feelings and whatever else your planning on doing, is find out for sure your sexual orientation..."

At the time Santana scoffed at the idea, why couldn't she just be Santana in love with Brittany? Why was Quinn suggesting she a put a label on herself that would succeed in only making life in high school a living nightmare? But now, after thinking about it for some time, she'd come to see how it could help her. Acceptance, acceptance was the way to start understanding yourself better right? Santana thought to herself. That was it, Santana resolved to make that her first step... She smiled to herself slightly, her mood improving with the prospect of actually doing something to get just that bit closer to Brittany.

The good mood didn't last long however, she was muttering curses under her breath only 10 minutes after her little epiphany. She lay defeated and deflated on her bed, when she heard a familiar voice downstairs. Santana smirked but kept her eyes closed as she heard impatient footsteps halt at the side of her bed. It was a few minutes before anyone spoke,

"How long do I have to stand here before you acknowledge my presence, your highness?"

Quinn's sharp inquiry coupled with the strong mental picture Santana had of her with her hands on her hips, drumming her fingers against her side impatiently made Santana snigger,

"Until you do something that's worth opening my eyes for, Fabray.."

It was a challenge Quinn was all to willing to rise to in her current mood -

Santana heard the slap before she felt it,

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

Santana's eyes shot open finding only a unsympathetic angelic smile hovering above her eerily,

"Got your attention now, Lopez?"

Quinn's voice was a perfect mimicry of Santana's,

"I suppose I deserved that...At least you didn't 'strip me naked and parade me around the school whilst shouting this is my bitch', that was the gist of you text, wasn't it?"

Quinn's eyebrows pulled together in confusion, no retaliation? An almost apology? Something was very, very wrong,

"Okay, what's up?"

Quinn asked, joining Santana on the edge of the bed,

"A lot of shit is 'up'.."

Santana exhaled slowly and heavily, running her fingers through her hair,

"yeah well, same here San. But you'd know that already if you'd showed last night -"

"I'M SORRY, OKAY!"

Santana interjected angrily before sighing and continuing as softly as she could manage without wanting to gag,

"What's going on with you then?"

"It's too late now - you've missed you chance!"

Quinn winked slyly and nudged Santana lightly with her shoulder,

"Oh come on! You're being stupid, we are actually allowed to talk about stuff on other days you know!"

"Nope, shame really - it's actually a pretty big deal..."

Santana just grunted and crossed her arms over her chest - knowing that pushing it further wouldn't get her anywhere, she knew how annoyingly stubborn Quinn could be. She'd just have to work it out on her own, something she'd gotten pretty damn good at. After a few moments of comfortable silence between the pair Santana started to speak,

"Before you came in I was thinking about what you said that time, you know? The 'coming to terms with you sexuality' shit?"

"Hmm?"

Quinn said as little as possible in answer, not wanting to scare Santana out of a rare moment of sharing,

"Well, I was thinking that was the key - you know? The key to starting to sort out the mess in my head? I got all pumped because I was like, finally, a bit closer to becoming a good enough person to be with her -"

Quinn had opened her mouth. She was about to protest, to say that Santana and Brittany not only deserved each other, but that they were perfect for each other. To say that Santana was blind if she couldn't see what was so blatantly obvious to everyone else around them. But before she could even utter a syllable, Santana stopped her,

"No, Shut up. I'm not done yet, and I don't want to her any of your 'you're a good person' bullshit.."

Quinn pursed her lips and nodded her head in concurrence, signaling for Santana to go on,

"Like I was saying... I got all excited, but then I realized I had no fucking idea how to do it!"

"You mean, figure out whether or not you're a lesbian?"

Quinn prodded gently, Santana only nodded so Quinn continued,

"Well, can't you like, draw from past experience? I mean, you've slept with both sexes..."

"That's hardly and option. I was always to wasted to remember anything aside from the fact we'd had sex with the boys and I'm in love with B, so it's meant to feel amazing isn't it? I don't know, I never really enjoyed making out with guys - it was all sort of mechanical like 'oh, I need to put my hand here now' or 'this is when I slip my tongue in his mouth' and again, they only girl I have to compare that with is Britt and well, the stupid love thing applies again doesn't it?"

Without any warning whatsoever, Quinn launched herself at Santana - aggressively attaching her lips to the stunned girl. Santana pulled away immediately,

"QUINN!WHAT THE HELL!"

Santana practically shreiked with the shock of it all,

"Shut up and think about what we've just this second been talking about. I'm trying to help you out so let me, before I change my mind!"

Quinn had a look of steely resolve in her eyes as she leaned in yet again, placing her hands firmly on Santana's shoulders. When their lips collided a second time, Santana remained unresponsive - she had a horrible niggling feeling, as if she were somehow cheating on Brittany. But then she did what Quinn had suggested, she thought about the conversation they had just had - and what she had been so excited about earlier. Her heart warmed a little when she realized what Quinn was trying to do with the kiss, she was just being a good friend - in an extremely strange way. So she let herself forget that niggling feeling, she accepted the kiss for what it a was - a friend helping her find herself. She just went with her natural instincts - and they were telling her to kiss Quinn back, so she did. Hesitantly at first she began moving her lips against Quinn's and she noted for the first time how deliciously soft they were. The hesitance disappeared almost instantly, it turned into something like want - Santana was vaguely aware of her hands, moving of their own accord, grappling Quinn's small waist. Santana ignored the thoughts bouncing around in her head about how this wsa Quinn and this totally and utterly wrong and focused on how the kiss made her feel. It felt good. There was a need for proximity which was never there when she made out with any boy, there was want for more that was also absent with boys and then finally there was slight throb between her legs that had started to develop as the kisses got heavier and more heated. Now that definitely never happened when she was with boys. Of course it was nothing compared to the passionate need she felt when she kissed Brittany, that was on another level... Santana immediately chastised herself for thinking of Brittany but felt better when she remembered - this was for her, this was part of the journey she had to make in order to be with her. Santana relaxed back into the kiss, surprised that Quinn hadn't pulled away yet, in fact she thought she just felt.. her tongue? No, oh yep - that was definitely Quinn Fabray's tongue on my lower lip and damn did that feel good, thought Santana granting Quinn access. If Santana weren't distracted by, well, other things - she would have laughed at the way their tongues fought for dominance EVERYTHING had to be competition with them! They're bodies were tightly pressed together at this point - Quinn's arms had moved from Santana's shoulders and were locked behind her neck. Somewhere in a small corner of her mind that wasn't in the gutter, Santana registered that Quinn might have been enjoying the make out session a little too much for a straight Catholic girl - not that she was complaining mind you. Santana wasn't an expert, but she was pretty sure if she was this turned on after a few minutes with Quinn and she had never felt anything remotely resembling this feeling with any boy, ever - she was into girls. Santana wasn't surprised when she heard herself groan into Quinn's mouth as the pace of the kiss picked up again. She was surprised however when Quinn's hands slowly travelled from behind her neck, down her bare biceps and then began gently brushing up and down her sides - Santana instinctively bit down on Quinn's bottom lip aggressively,

"OW!"

Quinn exclaimed breathlessly pulling away completely and moving as far away from Santana as she could without falling of the bed,

"Oops..."

Santana wasn't going to apologize because she really wasn't sorry,

"Ugh - Jesus S, at least Brittany didn't bite!"

"Quinn Fabray, did you just make out with a girl and then use the Lord's na- wait. What, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!"

FLASHBACK (YESTERDAY-THURSDAY)

Quinn had already been doing some soul-searching of her own. The train-wreck that was New York had left her feeling like total crap. It was her fault though, and that just made her feel worse about the whole situation. But she had a plan, Quinn loved plans - they gave her drive, they gave her purpose. But first, she was going to do something either completely stupid or completely brilliant. She stood outside the familiar red door waiting patiently for it to open,

"QUINN! It's been too long - when where you last here, would you like a drink? I just made pasta!"

"Hi, Lisa, I was actually here on Monday - you made cakes. No actually I just wanted to speak to Brittany - is she home?"

Quinn could see multi-coloured paint streaks down Mrs. Pierce's face, a clear indicator of why it took her so long to come to the door,

"Oh, yes, she's in her room packing. I'll just let her know you're here... Brittany, honey - someone at the door for you!"

Shouting the last part, Brittany's mum danced away from Quinn and as she made her way back the the art room she called over her shoulder,

"Shout if you girls need anything!"

Quinn made her way up the stairs going back over her little strategy, she felt like Emma Woodhouse - except she planned to get her Mr. Knightley without any trouble whatsoever. That comes later, she reminded herself and focused on the task in hand. She walked into Brittany's room with confidence and smiled down at her friend, who had began setting up a little tent inside her suitcase for Lord Tubbington,

"Hey Quinn.."

The greeting was so devoid of emotion and so un-Brittany like that Quinn felt her heart slow a little bit, she bounded over to the blonde and enveloped her in a tight hug, which Brittany returned gratefully burying her head under Quinn's neck.

"I wish I could feel better.."

Brittany whispered, Quinn wasn't sure if it was directed at her or whether she was just thinking aloud, either way it made her even more determined,

"Hey Britt, what did you and Santana do when you got upset?"

Quinn knew full well the answer to the question she had asked, it was all part of the plan...

"We, um - talked? Then we like, made out, or sometimes she'd lick-"

"Okay, I think I get the picture B.."

Quinn interrupted as calmly as she could. Brittany had a tendency to take things a bit to far and as much as she loved the two girls, she really did not need a run down of their sexual adventures,

"So, you want to feel better right?", Brittany nodded pouting slightly, "Then, why don't we try cheering you up?"

Actions speak louder than words, so Quinn got straight down to it - pouncing on Brittany who made no move to stop her. Brittany was kissing back more out of habit than anything else, after a few seconds though the reality of what was happening set in,

"Quinn, stop."

She pushed Quinn lightly on the shoulders and huffed out a sigh,

"I don't want to kiss you. Not that you're a bad kisser or anything. I just don't feel like kissing anyone. Except, well, you know who.."

Quinn tried to hide her smile, but she didn't really have to worry as Brittany was fiddling with the bottom of her tank top. Quinn had gotten pretty much the reaction she'd hoped for - phase one was complete,

"She's not Voldemort you know B, you can say her name.."

"I.. It hurts too much..."

Quinn's smile quickly disappeared and she almost joined in when Brittany began to lightly sob. Quinn pulled Brittany in so tight she found it hard to breath, this was the reason she'd made the plan. She couldn't stand seeing Santana unhappy, but if anything effected more than unhappy Santana - it was crying Brittany. It gave Quinn that horrific gut-wrenching feeling, like when she was 7 and she had seen the neighbors kitten being hit by a car.

"It's going to be okay Brittany, I promise, okay? It's all going to be fine..."

Quinn had started to cry, but was trying her best to conceal it from Brittany - keeping her cheek firmly pressed to the dancers head,

"You don't know that.."

Brittany choked out, the sentence was muffled and strangled,

"Oh yes I do."

Quinn's voice which was shaky and uncertain only seconds ago, was now strong and unwavering.

PRESENT DAY

"Tell me you didn't Fabray, or I swear to God - I will rip those pretty blonde hairs from you head one by one!"

"You called me pretty.."

Quinn was toying with Santana, trying to get a rise and it was working extremely well,

"You have no right! What is wrong with you! You know exactly how I feel, who the fuck are you!"

Santana had stood up and was towering over Quinn,

"Don't be so childish, you two aren't even together - and if you recall, you were just kissing me..."

"That's completely irrelevant!"

Santana's shriek had reached a ridiculous octave as Quinn noted that Santana was actually at her most eloquent when she was pissed. Quinn decided to put phase 3 into motion,

"It's actually very relevant. Anyway, you want to know what Brittany said about you - or are you just going to stand there trying to look intimidating all afternoon?"

"I still can't believe you did this to me - you kissed the girl I'm in love with!"

"Love? Really? Because you're sure not acting like it - you know what she said to me when we were talking about you? Well not much actually because couldn't even say your name, couldn't even say your name because it was TOO PAINFUL!"

Quinn shouted the last part at her, hoping to finally knock some sense into the girl. When Santana's eyes glazed over and she began arranging her features into her 'I don't give a shit about anyone or anything' mask, Quinn almost reached out and shook her violently, maybe that would wake her up...

"Get out of my house." Santana's voice was shaking with rage,

Quinn sighed as she heard the door slam shut behind her - just missing her backside.

She began the long walk through the park back home thinking to herself; plan kiss-Brittany-to-make-Santana-jealous-then-kiss-Santana-to-help-her-come-to-terms-with-her-sexuality-and-also-to-give-her-a-reason-to-bring-up-the-brittany-kiss-so-Santana-would-go-insane-and-catch-the-next-plane-to-texas-and-get-her-girl-finally needed some new phases, and perhaps a new name.

Plan get-Mr-Knightley however, was most definitely on. Tomorrow, Quinn allowed herself a small smile as she passed Rachel's house.

Erm - I'm not really sorry at all for the Jane Austen reference because I'm a bit in love with her. But for those who haven't read 'Emma', she is basically this huge meddler and trys to fix all her friends up; it goes terribly wrong in pretty much every sense and she ends up spending the whole novel ignoring her own heart (Mr. Knightley) it's all good in the end though... If you want a proper summary just Google it! Or read it if you wish, I recommend it!

Oh and if you haven't already guessed - Faberry.

I slipped Harry Potter in there as well, I'm terrible ;)