The next day at school Quinn felt nervous; they still hadn't made a plan, but things were definitely going to move forward soon, now that they had opened up about their feelings. When Quinn got to school she was slightly surprised to see Santana leaning causally against her locker, instead of her own next to Brittany's.

Quinn's POV:

Santana looks extra hot today that tight green dress always looks great on her. Brittany is sure to notice her. I wish I had thought to dress a bit sexier, but then again, that's not really me, and I'm not sure that would catch Rachel's attention. Other than singing, I don't know what would.

Quinn paused before making her way over to her locker where Santana was stood. She didn't even realise that Santana had seen her in the corridor, considering her face was looking down at the floor for the entire time.

Santana: like what you see tubbers?

Quinn: don't call me that Santana

Santana: sorry, old habits…

Quinn: so…

Santana: don't get all awkward, things haven't changed between us… not really anyway

Quinn: right I guess…

Santana: so, anyway I was thinking…

At that moment Santana stopped mid-sentence as she saw Brittany walking down the corridor, pushing Artie in front of her. She felt like her heart stopped, and could feel tears start to well up behind her eyes, as she forced them back. Quinn realised instantly what was going on, and went to put a reassuring hand on Santana's arm, only to have it pushed away.

Quinn's POV:

We need to start sorting things out, right now. I can't bear to see Santana like this. I know we haven't always been the best of friends, but I care about her and right now, she isn't being the Santana I know and sort of love. I don't think I have ever seen someone look so….broken. That's the only way I can describe it.

Santana's POV:

Ok, so as annoying as it was that Quinn decided to make all of this her business, I am glad that I have someone I can talk to. I hate seeing Britt with wheels; she should be with me, not him. I don't understand it, there's no way he can make her feel as good as I do. He doesn't even look at her like he loves her, I do, I can't help it. And Q, well, it's not shock really that she's into Rachel. I mean, did she really think that she could use the teasing to cover up the longing stares, and "secret" glances. I noticed ages ago, I just never bothered mentioning it. I mean, I am SANTANA FUCKING LOPEZ. I don't care about other people, I just need to make myself happy, and Britt of course.

Fuck I wish these tears would piss off, If I blink they are gunna fall, and then Quinn will try to be all comforting and shit, and that just isn't going to help this situation. Why don't things ever just go to plan? I hate this, all of it. Being gay, seeing Brittany with wheels, making her unhappy (I know she is upset about this whole thing, I just don't know how I can make it right).

Did Quinn just say something; she's looking at me all weird, like she is expecting me to respond or something. Crap I better pay more attention. I mean, if this thing goes all wrong, she has the power to destroy me now, she is the only person other than Britt who knows how I feel, what I am…she can out me….oh god, I should have denied it. This has got to be a mistake.

Santana: sorry…er…what did you say… I sort of…

Quinn: fazed out, yeah I know…I just said I'm here for you…we can sort this

Santana: good to know, but Quinn…. I don't see how you are going to be able to help me

Quinn: well, I can start by talking to Brittany…

Santana: and say what, exactly?

Quinn: I don't know, I could just…tell her you miss her

Santana: I tell her that every day Quinn

Quinn: right, well, I could just talk to her….i don't know

Santana: whatever, do what you want *shrug*

Quinn: do you think you could….talk to Rachel?

Santana: what makes you think man hands would listen to anything I have to say?

Quinn: do you have to be so awkward, you're a smart girl, not to mention a conniving bitch, think of something

Santana: fine… I'll see what I can do, don't get your panties in a twist

Quinn: thank you.

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Glee club went by as normal; everyone sat in their usual places. Brittany was once again sat comfortably on Arties lap, and Santana continued to glare with jealousy. Meanwhile Quinn couldn't take her eyes of Rachel when she stood up and sang, this time with Finn.

Quinn's POV:

God she is hot, I can't believe I never noticed this before. I wish I was Finn, I wish It was me she was grinding up again. I hope no one notices me staring, maybe if I tap my foot along to the music they will just think I'm enjoying the song. Wait a minute… how is it only now that I realise that they are singing a love song….Finn and Rachel are singing a love song…. SHIT, I remember what Finn asked me now… "would I mind if he got back together with Rachel, did I think she would take him back" Oh my god what have I done? There's no way she would leave Finn for me. Shit, was that a tear just roll down my cheek…. Oh my god, when did I start crying? Crap, Kurt is looking at me, what do I do, I've gotta leave, like now

Quinn suddenly got out of her seat and ran out of the room, barging in between Finn and Rachel who stopped their singing with confused looks on their faces. Well, Finn looked confused, Rachel had more of a look of concern on her face.

Mr Shue: anyone know what that was about?

Santana: she wasn't feeling well earlier, shall I go see if she's ok?

Mr Shue: I think that would be a good idea, but come back when you know she is ok, don't leave and go home Santana

Santana: whatever, I'll be back….if I must

Santana left the room silently and headed down the corridor, looking and listening for any sign of Quinn. After a few minutes of wondering around aimlessly Santana had a though of where she might find the blonde.

Santana's POV:

If I was crying and didn't want anyone to find me where would I go….the toilets…nah probably not, that would be the first place someone would check….that's it the bleachers!

Santana found Quinn huddled up in a ball, sobbing quietly underneath the bleachers in the gym. The Latina wasn't good with all this emotional stuff, and she definitely wasn't used to having to comfort someone, except for Brittany that is. She didn't try to put an arm around Quinn, she just sat down next to her, crossing her legs, and leaning against a metal pole.

Santana: what was that about?

Quinn: Rachel is back with Finn, and it's my fault

Santana: ok, I don't know what you're talking about, but who cares if she's back with Finn, have you looked in the mirror lately, your gorgeous, anyone would dump Finnocence for you, and if not, they need their eyes testing

Quinn: you…think I'm gorgeous?

Santana: well….your no Santana Lopez, but sure, I mean, id tap you

Quinn: oh…right….thanks

Santana: so you gunna sort your face out and come back. I promised Mr Shue I wouldn't just go home so…

Quinn: yeah… I guess

Quinn's POV:

Santana just called me gorgeous…wow… and she said she'd "tap that" – does that mean she's thought about me like that..? Why am I thinking about Santana again, Santana loves Brittany, and I want Rachel… I do want Rachel don't i?

First there's her legs, for a shirt girl it's amazing how her legs seem never ending, and they are so toned, and tanned….what I would do to have those legs wrapped around my head…oh my god Quinn, don't think about that. Her stomach… from what I could tell the other day, she's gorgeous… those boobs.. my god those boobs… her beautiful brown hair, those big eyes…her lips… Yep…Quinn Fabray you are 100 percent gay for Rachel Berry.

Santana is just, well she's hot, but I'm allowed to say that, she said I'm hot but she obviously prefers Brittany, so it's ok for me to think she's hot and prefer Rachel right? Yeah, sure it is.

The two girls headed back to the glee room, met with a few confused faces and some blank stares from people who probably hadn't even realised that they left the room.