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Disclaimer: I don't own Glee… It I did, it would be compulsory in all countries.

I never make it to class. Instead, I spend the next few hours sitting against a brick wall on the side of the school. No tears escape my eyes this time, because I'm not sad. But I am confused. Very confused. I had spent the last few years trying to get rid of this feeling, the jealousy, and the way I feel about girls.

When I had started liking Santana? I can't like her. I just can't. I am not going through this again. Whatever it is I'm feeling, I'm just going to have to get rid of it; simple as that. It's for my own safety, as well as hers.

With that decided, I am about to leave when I hear the faint sound of kicking nearby. I stand up and turn the corner, to find Finn Hudson, football quarterback, kicking his foot repeatedly against the brick wall with obvious anger.

"Finn?" Three weeks ago I wouldn't have had the courage to talk to him, but maybe I have changed more than I had realised.

Finn whips his head around, and his eyes land on my face. "Oh. Hey. Rachel, isn't it?" His voice is bitter, but his rage isn't directed towards me.

I nod, in answer to his question. "What's wrong?" I ask, genuinely concerned. Where is all this confidence coming from?

There is silence for perhaps a minute, in which Finn doesn't answer me – obviously out of distress – and so I start to walk away. I turn back towards the school, but have only gone two steps when Finn speaks.

"It's Quinn. The baby isn't mine. She cheated on me. With Puck."

I gasp softly. What? Quinn was so nice to me, though. She doesn't seem like the type of person to cheat. Then again, neither did Emily. I guess you can't judge a book by its cover.

"I-I'm so sorry." I say, feeling his pain.

"Why? It's not your fault." Finn kicks the wall one last time and walks away, hands in his pockets, his head down.

He leaves me thinking. Should I tell Santana that Puck is the father of Quinn's child? No. The last thing I want is to make this situation even more painful... for everyone. Especially Santana.

Xx

I am walking home, my bag straps cutting into my shoulders painfully, when I hear footsteps approaching.

Brittany catches up to me, and I make no effort to walk away. I could use a friend right now. "Rachel! Where have you been? I haven't seen you since this morning. You missed out on my poem about the moon. Santana spent practically the whole day looking for you. I wanted to help, but she had free periods while I had English."

"She didn't spend the whole day with Puck?" I laugh bitterly, hating the sound in my voice.

"No, why would she?" There is a comfortable silence for about a minute, where we just walk, and I notice how nice it is to be around Brittany, her positive energy always making me feel lighter.

"Oh, look, a unicorn! Look Rachel, in the sky." I look up and try to spot what she was pointing out.

"That's just a cloud, Brittany." I smile at her, and she continues to admire the unicorn-shaped cloud.

Brittany sighs, and I can sense something has been troubling her. "Rachel, sit with us tomorrow, okay? I don't like seeing you upset like this. I know something's going on. I don't know what it is, but you'll feel better around friends." Brittany looks me in the eyes, pleading with me.

"Okay, I'll be there." Brittany has a point. And even though Santana is going out with Puck, it doesn't mean we have to throw away our friendship. I certainly still want to be friends with Brittany, no matter what. She would never hurt me.

"Thanks, Rach. It means a lot." We reach an intersection in the road and Brittany pulls me into a hug. "I have to go this way." She explains, and turns left, while I keep walking forward.

"Bye!" Brittany calls over her shoulder, waving briefly.

"Bye," I call back, the cold suddenly sending a small shiver up my spine.

Xx

The walk up the driveway seems to last forever, which is probably because I am hardly moving. I don't know why I am so nervous. Well, I do; I just hadn't realised how deeply I have fallen.

I make my way up the stairs to her front door, but I can't bring myself to ring the doorbell. Finally, after two minutes of standing there stupidly, I knock on the door.

The door opens and I see Santana. She smiles when she sees me, and steps back, allowing me into her home. It takes me a few seconds to realise she is not wearing her Cheerios uniform. Instead she is wearing a simple but elegant gray and white t-shirt that fits her body perfectly, and blue jeans that hug her legs in a way I have never seen on anyone else. For once, her hair is down, and it is even more beautiful than before. It frames her face well, falling to just below shoulder length.

"Hey! Glad you could make it, Rach!" Santana's smile widens, and she closes the door.

"I said I'd be here, didn't I?" The harshness in my voice surprises the both of us. Santana's smile falters slightly, and I clear my throat, acting as if I don't care.

"Um, well, do you want to get something to eat first, or do you just want to get started on rehearsing?"

"Rehearsing." I say quickly, even though I am starving.

"Okay, then, just up here." Santana leads me upstairs, obviously still a bit put off by my manner.

We walk in silence. I can feel Santana eyeing me, as if trying to work out what's wrong just by staring at me. I come to a door. "This your bedroom?" I ask, already turning the handle on the door. Santana nods, her silence echoing inside my head.

As I walk in, I am met with color; shades of green, blue and purple. It surprisingly works with Santana's many personalities. As well as color, there are heaps of photos; memories, snippets of Santana's past. There are quite possibly hundreds pinned all around the room, but one in particular catches my eye. I walk over to it.

"Who's this?" I ask quietly, shock running through me as I recognise the brown, silky hair, the flirtatious smile, and the soft brown eyes.

"My cousin. I didn't really like her. She died, actually, a couple of years back. Car crash. Tragic, really." Santana doesn't sound that fussed, but I am in too much shock to notice.

"What was her name?" I question, wanting my worst fears confirmed. Santana looks at me oddly, wondering why I cared so much, but she answers anyway.

"Emily."

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