Both Santana and Quinn looked from the machine to each other. Their eyes went wide, both realizing how bad what they were doing was, and on top of that they had 10 minutes to be presentable to Brittany. Santana lept up and started her frantic search for their tops.

"Damn it, damn it damn it." Santana cursed under her breath. "I really need to watch where i throw clothes." She and Quinn both running around the room looking for their shirts that had seemed to disappear.

"San, where the fuck could you have thrown them?" Quinn said looking under the coffee table.

"FOUND ONE!" Santana yelled from the kitchen holding up Quinn's shirt and tossing it at her.

Quinn caught it and yanked it on as fast as she could and continued looking for Santana's. A minute later and still no shirt they heard a knock on the door followed by Brittany's voice. "Guys, it's Brittany."

"Shit." hissed Santana, her head jerking towards the door.

"Go to the bathroom. I'll tell her you're in the shower." Said Quinn pushing Santana into the hallway. Once she heard the bathroom door close she grabbed Brittany's bag and opened the front door. "Here ya go Britt." She smiled holding the bag out for the other blonde.

"Thanks Quinn. I dont know what I would do without you guys." Brittany smiled back grabbing her back. "Where's Santana? I should probably tell her hello, then good bye." she said moving one foot to go into the house.

"She's in the shower. Ill tell her you stopped by."

"Okay, thanks. Um, Quinn? Why is Santana's shirt on the fan?"

Quinn followed Brittany's gaze and saw Santana's shirt hanging from the fan. She kicked herself mentally for not looking there. "Oh, she was just...um...putting it there to dry. She was too lazy to take the clothes out the dryer." It sounded more like a question but Quinn hoped Brittany would believe it.

"oh, I do that all the time. Well bye Quinn." Brittany said turning and walking down the driveway. Quinn just stood there for a moment with the mouth hanging open. Part of her couldn't believe that it was that easy to convince Brittany that that was all that happened. She closed the front door and got Santana's shirt off the fan and walked to the bathroom. She opened the door and threw it at Santana who gave her a questioning look.

"The fan." Was all Quinn said laughing a little.

"Holy shit, I've got some pretty good aim." She chuckled putting her shirt on. "You know what i realized sitting here?"

"What."

"We could have just put on two other shirts."

Again, Quinn mentally kicked herself for not thinking.

"You need to make a choice Santana. You should have done so a long time ago."

"I know, i know." was all Santana could say. She looked down at the coffee cup in her hand. She and Quinn had decided that they should finally sit down and have a much needed talk.

"We can't keep doing this. Going behind Brittany's back."

"yeah.." she almost whispered.

Quinn shook her head slightly. "You should have made a choice."

"Damn it Quinn I know! You keep fucking telling me that I should have made a choice a long time ago but i couldn't. I just can't!" Santana burst slamming her coffee cup on the table. Quinn jumped slightly startled.

"San.."

"No Quinn. You don't fucking understand. It's like my heart is being torn in two. And it hurts, it hurts so badly and i can't stand it. I love you and Brittany both and I can't stand the fact that I have to choose one or the other. It fucking sucks Quinn and I don't know how much more I can take."

"You...you love me?" Quinn said meeting Santana's eyes. They were hard and angry but once Santana locked eyes with the blonde they immediately softened.

"Of course I do Quinn. There's no way I could not love you." After that was said they were both silent for a short while. Santana looked down at her cup on the table. Quinn noticed Santana starting to dig her nails into the palm of her hand, her eyes turning a darker than the usual soft brown. "Fuck Quinn!" she yelled again. "This is your fault! My life was fucking fine until you decided to kiss me that night!"

"Wait a minute Santana," Quinn said quickly. "You mean to tell me that you never had feelings for me before we kissed?"

"No, I definitely had feelings for you but I could keep them in check. I could deal with my emotions, then you had to go and kiss me. And after that you were all that i could think of. You're still all I can think of. But then my mind goes to Brittany, and that's when my heart starts hurting. I don't know what to do." She put her head in her hands and let out a frustrated sigh. She looked up at Quinn suddenly. "You know, i've cried so much because of this. This is the most i've ever cried in my life Quinn. I hate this, god I hate this so much. I hate myself for not being able to make a fucking decision. It feels like damn high school all over again!"

Quinn reached out an arm to comfort the girl, but as soon as Quinn touched the tanned skin Santana pulled away like Quinn was on fire. "No Quinn. Leave me the fuck alone."

"San, it's oka-"

"I said leave me the fuck alone Quinn! I just need to be alone right now." She jumped up and slipped on her shoes in record time and walked out the house, slamming the door behind her.

"Well shit." Quinn said to herself falling back against the couch.

Okay, so it's a slightly shorter chapter, but at least you get to see how much this whole thing is hurting Santana. You'll get to see more of her side next chapter.

Sorry it took so long to post but i've been busy studying for AP exams. Ill be back to my regular post a day...hopefully.

Thanks so much to those who have reviewed, keep doing it though. It's makes me happy and a happy author means longer posts. :)