Puck stood with Mercedes and Artie, not his usual crowd Santana noticed, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. Artie and Mercedes were well into their discussion about something I probably wouldn't count as interesting. As I walked past with Britt hooked on my little finger Puck gave me a wink. I turned my nose up in disgust, Britt smiling nicely at Mercedes.

"You know, if I didn't know better, I would say you just got ditched." Mercedes revelled in Puck's awkward frown. He shrugged.

"Are you kidding Aretha? I gots me some sugar, I'm like the candy man, the more you lick me the more sugar you get. Too bad for you if you're not ready for some lickin…"

With that he shrugged off the lockers and walked past Kurt whom was fixing his hair in his mirror.

"Hey Eliza…if you're that worried I could give you a Mohawk." He chuckled pushing Kurt off balance a little.

"Piss off Puckerman; I don't think the skunk look fits me."

He slammed his locker shut, turning to find a strange sight.

Rachel was rummaging around in her locker that was usual; he barely saw the diva in the halls without her head half in her locker. But as his eyes travelled to where Mercedes and Artie stood, he saw Quinn out of the corner of his eye.

She was staring at Rachel, not like, evils, but staring, really staring. She looked terrified. As she looked up her gaze met with Kurt's and he smiled as though to ask what was going on. She shook her head, sighed, looked at Rachel and in one second hitched her HBIC face on.

Rachel was stunned by a sudden smash by the side of her head. She ripped her face out of her locker from when she was searching for her pen and saw Quinn standing utterly too close to her. It reminded her of the night before when they…stop it, don't let your mind wander…

"Listen Rupaul, I don't want your man hands on me again, you so much as touch me like you did last night and I'll make sure Jacob knows that you've got the hots for him…oh and sure he'll be willing to get his sticky hands on you even when you have a broken face."

With that she pushed past Rachel and flounced away, past Mercedes and Artie, past Santana and Brittany making their way back down the hall and past Kurt who watched her break down as she went.

Kurt looked up at Mercedes and nodded. He watched as she moved to console Rachel, he himself was going after Quinn.

She slammed open the door to the girls bathroom, giving the giggling sophomore's a nasty look to clear the space. They leave her deserted.

Quinn leant over the sink and looked up at her reflection.

What are you doing? I thought you liked her?

I do, but do you see her fawning over you, push her away you freak.

You know, she was kinda trying to undo your pant buttons last night…

She was upset about Finn…

No, she was upset about you…

Shut up!

No, you know you want to listen to me. Look what's happened to you over the last few years Fabray, you gave away Be…

Don't, no, not her name.

You gave away your baby, you lost head Cheerio, you got it back, all along you dated loser guys and for what, just to have something to guard your mind from the fact that every time Dana does a lunge you want to be all up in her grill

I do not.

Okay I so do. Don't tell anyone.

You do realise you're talking to yourself right?

Duh.

Here's the deal Q, you can hide this anymore, getting pregnant may be a sure fire way of hiding your sexuality, but think of how you were Sam's big gay beard, wasn't getting pregnant your big gay beard.

I didn't get pregnant on purpose butt wipe!

I know, but that's not the point, you're still hiding Quinn and you aren't happy.

Shut up.

What, you aren't!

"Shut up!" Quinn shouted at herself in the mirror.

"You know that your reflection can't talk back, right Q?"

She turned to see Kurt leaning against a cubicle door twirling his scarf in his fingers absent minded.

"Kurt, this is the girl's bathroom…"

He looked around.

"I noticed."

"You're not supposed to be in here…"

"And you're not supposed to keep things bottled up Q."

She looked nonplussed as he shrugged off of the frame and smiled pleasantly.

"Here's the deal Quinn, you're losing it, and I know we don't talk much, but I have inkling to what you're losing it to, come on my young blonde apprentice, and let me teach you how to let it out."

He stepped forward, opening his arms and Quinn watched him stand there for ages. She thought he would give up but he didn't, he really wanted to comfort her. She was a bitch and he would stand there for hours just waiting for her to break down so he could tell her it was okay.

"I am losing; I'm fucking losing it Kurt."

She fell forward into his arms and sobbed, her small body racking with huge earth shattering sobs. Kurt dried his own eyes before setting her back so she could sit on the sink. He dried her eyes off with some tissue and smiled up at her.

"So Quinn, I think it's time we had the talk…"

Quinn swallowed and blinked hard.

"I don't want to talk about it Mercedes."

"Rachel, something's going on, Glee club is gonna go down if we're at each other's throats, between Kurt and tots, I got nothing but Glee to help me through my school semester!" the dark skinned girl explained and Rachel turned abruptly from where she was being followed down the empty hall.

"Look Mercedes, I don't understand why you care, you've never exercised any support in any matters concerning my welfare and I for one believe you don't even care right now, you're only trying to make it look like I'm not hated because you're a decent person. You don't like me Mercedes; you just care about Glee club. That doesn't change the fact that everybody hates me."

Her voice broke on the last word and she stormed off, leaving Mercedes standing alone in the hallway.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay…" she whispered to herself.

"San! Oh my god, San, fuck…"

"That's what I'm doing babe…"

"Do it more…" Britt gasped as she arched her back into Santana's body. As soon as she came down from her high she knew she was spent, she kissed Santana on the neck panting.

"You know. We have to stop doing this at school." Santana panted as they turned the shower off.

"Why?" Brittany asked as she towelled herself off.

"Because every time we do, the moment we get back to min we fall asleep, we're getting behind on homework and…"

She was silenced by Brittany's lips.

"Britt, what happened to the no kissing rule? The mouth isn't the place to…" Once again the blonde's lips crashed into hers.

"I figured since we're dating now…"

Wait what?

"Wait, what?"

That's what I said.

Shut up.

"Britt, what do you mean dating?"

Brittany shrugged as she pulled her Cheerio's top on.

"I told you the other night I loved you…remember?"

Santana shrugged.

So?

"So?"

Stop copying me.

What did I tell you?

She focused on Brittany's pale back disappearing into the red and black top as she shrugged.

"I was listening Santana, you said it back."

"No I didn't." She breathed back. "Okay, so what if I did?"

Britt turns to look at her.

"Did you mean it?"

Santana shrugged looking away.

"Sure like, you're my best friend Britt…"

"Liar. You love me San."

"Not like that." Santana denied getting scared of how deeply Brittany was in her head.

"Then why do we have sex all the time?"

"Sex is not dating!" Santana shouted and Brittany cowered. "I'm sorry Britt."

The blonde shook her head.

"No, don't be, I know you love me Santana." She shivered as her best friend used her full name. The blonde picked up her kit bag and smiled at her best friend.

"See you at practice tomorrow."

And with that she was gone.

Santana knew that it would have been better if she had stormed out, or even if the other girl had, but right then, after Britt had so totally known what Santana was thinking, feeling, she bounced out as though they were getting married the next day . It had killed her inside. Britt had known all along and yet Santana still couldn't admit it to herself. She really was in love with her best friend.

Well, it was never gonna be easy was it?