For hours she had lain in that hole near the school, contemplating every part of her relationship with the woman she claimed to love, the woman she almost got expelled over, the woman she would have done anything for. And now, now she knew that the only way to confirm her suspicions was to confront her.

It was a slam in the door that alerted everyone in Common Room 4 that somebody was angry. Everyone turned around to stare at the Latina, her face red, her eyes slits, her fists clenched, and her vision trained on one particular blonde.

"Lopez, what's-"

"Can it, Puckerman!" she growled at him, her voice more powerful than if it had been a scream. He stopped in his tracks and sat back down on the sofa, startled and scared. Santana looked at the group quickly, letting her eyes leave Brittany.

Mercedes, Quinn, Tina, Mike, Artie, Sam, Finn, Puck, and Blaine. And her.

Witnesses, the lot of them.

"You lied to me," she snapped at the blonde as she saw her get up. Brittany froze, her eyes widening and her arms half way into embracing the angry brunette.

"About what, honey?"

"Everything!" This time, it was a scream. An ear shattering, heart piercing scream that shocked everyone to their core. "You've been using your powers on me all along, making me love you! You made me love you…you…" her voice drifted off into a whisper as she backed into the wall, covering her face with her hair and letting the steaming tears fall onto her boots.

"Santana, I never made you love me. You know that! You know you love me…" Brittany tried to reason, calmly walking forward, holding her palms out as if she was approaching an angry animal.

"Don't. Lie."

"I'm not!" Brittany swiveled her eyes over everyone in the room. "Do I look like I'm lying? You guys know I'm not lying! You…you all know that, right?"

"Brittany." Santana's voice was laced with ice and poison, malice and hurt. "Look me straight in the eyes and tell me that you've never, ever, used your power on me."

Brittany stared at Santana for ten eternally long seconds before she spoke again. "I never…" at that moment, her eyes moved away from Santana's, and stared down at her shoes.

That was answer enough for Santana, who turned on her heel and started to walk towards the door.

"I've been living a lie. I'm through with you, Brittany. We're through." She opened the door and found a bewildered Rachel, who had come over when she heard the shouting. Santana avoided looking at her, instead spoke to the space above her head when she said, "You and I are switching beds. I'm not sleeping next to Brittany anymore." And she left the room, closely followed by Puck, shouting her name after her.

As soon as she was out of the room, Santana let the tears she had built in her all day started to fall more freely. Puck ran after her, trying his best to calm her down, to get a coherent sentence out of her. But she just kept muttering brokenly in Spanish and English. He finally caught up with her, twisting her around to look at him, putting his hands on her shoulders and grounding her, forcing her to stop moving. "Santana, what's come over you?"

"She lied to me, Noah! She lied to me and everything I've ever known about our relationship is fake! She used her powers on me, she used them to make me fall in love with her and…and…."

She fell against his chest, her own heaving and sobs racking her body. She pounded his chest with her fists, and his tattooed arms wrapped around her and held her close, letting her let it all out. That was the most he could do, he figured. Just be her support, her rock…

"Hello, Puck, Santana."

They both turned around, staring at James as he twirled a coin over his knuckles, making it disappear and reappear in his palm. Flick, flick, twist, turn, flick, flick, twist, turn.

"I couldn't help but overhear. We have a proposal for you."

"You're a demon summoner, Puck. How many of your kind are there? Ten, maybe fifteen in all of the country. Possibly more in the rest of the world. But they're all bad 'uns. Every. Single. One of them."

"And your point is, Grayson?"

"You're destined to be evil. And you, Santana, you were never really one of the good ones in the first place! Remember what they all told you on your first day here? The Professor, the Doctor and the Madame all looked at you and said you would leave here and do a lot of harm to the world. Three out of our five leaders don't have faith in you. So why try be a good one, when they've already established you're going to turn out as evil as the rest of us?"

"I want to prove them wrong!"

"Really? I know you Santana."

"Oh really, Grayson?"

"Yes, really. I've known you since Day One. I started off a week before you at this place, you know. I know everything about you, I saw you grow. And I know that you're dark, you're sinister, you're powerful. You're everything a villain should be. And you and Noah both, you're meant to be with us."

Silence.

"I'm in. Santana?"

"I'm in. Nothing to lose no more."

Rachel walked into her room and noticed that Santana had already made short work of the beds and moved to the one by the window. She was actually already in it, wrapped up in a black t-shirt and grey pajama bottoms, her back to the door and her shoulders shaking. Rachel noted how the one hand she could see was wrapped up in a bandage, almost something from out of Fight Night, and that blood was slowly coloring it. Had she gotten into a fight already? Or had she simply punched a wall or a tree in rage and heartbreak and injured herself in the process?

"Santana?" she whispered. She was alone in the room with the girl, and almost afraid to speak to her.

"Leave me alone," a muffled voice spoke out, and Rachel did as she was told, changing into her pajamas quickly and crawling onto her new bed. She closed her eyes, willing sleep to come quickly. She had tired herself out today, trying to understand what had happened to Santana and Brittany, and thinking about her own relationship with Quinn fervently. Quite frankly, she needed sleep to come.

She was sure that she heard Santana crying, and she knew that at a point Tina and Brittany walked in, talking in hushed tones. Tina settled into her own bed, and Rachel opened her eyes when she didn't hear Brittany get onto hers. She saw the blonde just standing at the door, staring confusedly at the space where Santana would usually sleep. She looked at Rachel, then at the Latina, then back at the bed, and then just sank to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest and trying hard to cover up the sobs. Unsuccessfully, though, she started to hiccup.

Rachel slid out of her own bed and walked over to Brittany, who seemed to refuse to look at her. She rocked back and forth, heaving in giant gasps of air to keep herself under control. Rachel had no idea what to do, so she just put a hand on her back and rubbed circles, trying to soothe her.

"Two years, Rachel…two years…she…she can't do this to me…" her voice came to Rachel's ears, barely a whisper, barely loud enough for anyone but the diva to hear. "I don't want to sleep alone tonight…"

"If you're talking about sexual matters, I'm afraid I can't help you with that."

"No, Rach. I just don't like an empty bed." She looked up at the petite little creature before her, and for some reason she had never felt smaller.

"Can you sleep with me tonight? In my bed?"

"Of course."

Rachel helped Brittany get up and change, and as the two of them tugged the covers over their bodies, Rachel felt Brittany begin to shake again as she started to cry.

And all Rachel could do was hold her to her, and hope that she could make things better in the morning.

On the other side of the room, Santana clenched and unclenched her fists again and again, whimpering in pain and flicking her tongue at the blood oozing out from the bandage, hoping it would stop. It had been a moment of weakness, she had punched James, who had pushed her into a wall. She had hit her head pretty badly, and when she tried to get back up, she had punched the wall in protest, opening up a fresh new scar on her knuckles.

Brittany was always the only one to make her feel better with her good vibes. Always. Even when she didn't want to, Brittany was releasing positive energy all the time. Santana's animal senses smelled it every time. She couldn't remember a day she hadn't slept in the same room as the blonde and never felt the energy floating around the room.

Today was the first time in years that Brittany wasn't even trying.