"I said, who the fuck is Brittany?!" the redhead demanded.

"What are you talking about?" slurred the Latina; she started to suck the redhead's collarbone which only annoyed the girl more.

"You screamed somebody else's name" she hissed.

"No, I didn't, I said your name" Santana muffled against the other girls chest.

"We don't even know each other's names to scream out!" the girl almost yelled.

"Who cares? But I'll have you screaming out something in a minute" she smirked and moved her hands down the girls stomach and towards her centre.

"Get your hands off me!" the redhead swatted Santana away and stood up. "Go and fuck Brittany, you're obviously desperate to."

Santana crinkled an eyebrow in confusion as the redheads words sank in, "why are you talking about Brittany?"

The redhead glared at Santana as if she was insane and buttoned up her shorts "are you being fucking serious right now?"

The Latina shrugged, she had been oblivious to what she had said because honestly, she only had one thing on her mind and that was to get laid.

"I just gave you a mind-blowing orgasm and you called me Brittany" the girl seethed through gritted teeth.

Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes "don't flatter yourself, it was hardly mind-blowing."

The redheads jaw dropped "fuck you!"

Santana watched as the girl slammed the door behind her and leaned against the bathtub and stared into space. She couldn't believe what had happened, she was so sure that if she had sex with a stranger then Brittany would be completely out of her mind. Santana brought her knees up and tucked her chin into her chest. She had been certain that the only reason she had all these weird feelings around the blonde was because she hadn't hooked up with anyone for a long time and when she did, then they would finally go away but they hadn't. Out of all the things and names she could have said, it had to be the blondes? Why had it been her name?

"Well well well, it looks like we're going to have a bit of extra fun tonight babe."

Santana had been so lost with her thoughts that she hadn't even heard anybody enter the bathroom, she looked up to see who the skin crawling deep voice belonged to and saw a muscular guy that she didn't recognise with his arm wrapped tightly around a petite black haired girl.

"I've always wondered what it would be like with a girl" the tiny girl said as her eyes roamed hungrily over the Latinas body.

Santana grew uncomfortable under the couples predatory stares and remembered that she was only wearing her bra and soaked underwear. She quickly got up and retrieved her jeans, tank top and leather jacket from the other side of the bathroom.

"Don't leave, its only just getting started" the man smirked sickeningly as he pulled his shirt off.

"There's no way I'm having sex with you" Santana hissed and zipped her tight jeans up, she cringed at how uncomfortable her wet underwear was.

"You don't have to have sex with him, just with me" the black haired girl licked her lips.

"Yeah, I'm fine with just watching" he winked at the Latina.

Santana's eyes widened in disgust as they flickered between the couple "I'd rather be fingered by Edward Scissorhands than be touched by you two" she scowled before turning on her heel and leaving the bathroom.


A couple of hours and many, many drinks later the Latina made her way outside and leaned against the wall, she lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Santana only smoked when she was nervous, stressed or very drunk. She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead with her free hand. The brunette could feel herself coming down from her high but she was still definitely drunk. She exhaled one last time and dropped the cigarette to the ground. The brunette sighed; there was no way she could go home in this state, her parents would kill her. She dug in the back pocket of her jeans until she found her cell phone. She scrolled through her contacts until she saw the person she needed.

"Santana! It is half two in the morning, what are you doing?!" mumbled Quinn sleepily.

"Quiiiiiinie" slurred Santana.

"Are you drunk?" the blonde growled.

"Pssssssht no" Santana could feel the blondes eye roll through the phone "okay so maybe a little."

"What do you want?" Quinn hissed.

"I need.." the Latina paused for a minute to remember what she actually rang Quinn for "I need a ride" the Latina stumbled.

"You so owe me. Where are you too?"

"Uh...Pucks cousins Mitchells house, y'know it?"

"Yeah, give me half hour okay. Stay there Santana" Quinn said firmly.

"Bye Q" Santana hummed. After she hung up she realised that she had a text message that hadn't been opened. The Latina frowned and squinted as she tried to read the text, her stomach fluttered a little when she saw who it was off.

From Brittany[11.23pm]; hope u r feeling better Santana, see u in school tomorrow. goodnight(:

Santana fumbled with her touch screen phone and attempted to type out a coherent response.

To Brittany[2.37am]; I'm k cyou :)()))

The Latina put her phone back in her pocket and slid down the wall and passed out for a while.


"Oh man, this is too good" a girl cackled and took a picture of the drooling drunk Latina.

"What the fuck?" Santana grumbled and opened her eyes slowly. The Latina was met with the sight of Quinn towering over her with her phone in her hands.

"Nice way to talk to your knight in shining armour" Quinn smirked and held her hand out to help Santana up.

"Oh my God" the brunette groaned as she grabbed her friend's hand and got up; her head was spinning from the alcohol.

"Come on, let me help you to my car" the blonde put one arm around the Latinas hip and the other around her shoulder to support her staggering friend to her car.

"Such a good friend Quinnie" the Latina smiled sloppily into the blondes shoulder.

Quinn helped Santana into the passenger seat and buckled up her seatbelt for her before driving away from the house.

"So are you going to tell me what you were doing at Pucks cousins' house?" Quinn asked.

"I was hanging out with Puck" Santana recalled the memory in her head "yeah that's right, and then he..he got a text saying there was a...a party and then" the Latina paused to remember what happened "and then he drove us here."

"Where you got drunk and high?" the blonde raised an eyebrow.

"I did not get high" Santana protested even though she couldn't sound and look guiltier.

Quinn scoffed "Santana, your eyes are still red and glazed over and I can smell it on you!"

"Sssh inside voice Q" Santana winced at the volume of the blondes voice "and anyway it was only a bit of pot at Pucks anyway" she mumbled and looked out the window.

"Should have known Puck had something to do with this. I don't think I've ever seen you in such a state Santana-.." the taller blonde began to lecture.

"Quinn"

"You look worse than the time we were thirteen and raided my dad's liqueur cabinet and found bottles of tequila that had been in there for years-.."

"Quinn"

"Not to mention we have school in about six hours. You're going to be screwed for Glee club because we're meant to be rehearsing for Regionals and-..."

"QUINN!" Santana screamed but instantly regretted it when her head felt like it was going to explode at any minute.

The blonde jumped at the sudden noise and turned her head to face the Latina "what?"

"I think I'm going to be sick" Santana clutched her stomach.

Quinn's eyes widened comically and she quickly pulled over so Santana could open the car door and throw up. The blonde unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over to her friend and held her long dark hair back so it wouldn't get covered in sick.

"There you go Santana" Quinn whispered and patted the brunettes back gently until Santana was finished.

"I'm never drinking again" moaned the Latina weakly and wiped the sleeve of her leather jacket over her mouth.

"You say that every week" Quinn chuckled lightly and started the car back up.

"This time, I actually mean it" huffed Santana.

The pair continued the rest of the ride to Quinn's house in silence until Quinn could hear Santana sobbing in the passenger seat.

"What's wrong Santana?" questioned Quinn.

"It's..just..so...sad" the Latina wept and wiped her eyes.

"What is?"

"Strawberries" Santana hiccupped.

"What's so sad about strawberries?" Quinn asked amused, over the years she had become accustomed to her friends drunken emotional breakdowns.

"The leaf and s-stem on a strawberry are the strawberries hat which is what k-keeps them warm but e-everybody" Santana paused for a moment as a fresh bunch of tears sprung from her eyes "just cuts them off, leaving the strawberries hatless and alone and cold!"

Quinn pressed her lips tightly together to prevent laughter coming out; she had heard Santana spout hysterical nonsense when she was drunk before but never about a fruit losing their "hat". She made a mental note to mention it to the brunette when she was sober.

"Whoever does that should be arrested!" she said mock horror. "The maniacs" Quinn smirked and parked into the Fabrays driveway.

"I know! Sick bastards" Santana sniffed sadly.

"Come on, we're here. I'll help you" Quinn unbuckled herself and helped Santana out of the car and up the steps to the Fabray house.

"Be quiet okay? Because if my parents find out I sneaked out they will kill me" the blonde warned before they entered the house.

Santana followed the taller blonde upstairs and into Quinn's room where she collapsed on the bed.

"No. No way are you sleeping in my bed wearing those sicky, alcohol stained, pot smelling clothes" she shook her head in disapproval and walked to her wardrobe and got out a pair of grey sweatpants that were identical to what she was wearing and a pink tank top.

"I don't care" moaned the Latina into a pillow.

"Well I do. Change" she demanded and threw the clothes next to Santana. "I'll go downstairs and get you some water and painkillers for your head okay?"

Santana nodded timidly even though Quinn had already left and she changed into the clothes that she had given her. The Latina walked over to the blonde's full length mirror and looked at her reflection, she looked like death. Her hair had become messy and knotty, her makeup had smudged and her face was pale. Santana made her way over to Quinn's bed and was about to fall asleep when she heard Quinn return.

"Here you go, take some now. It'll help you in the morning because you are going to feel like shit as well as look it" she handed the Latina a bottle of water and some painkillers when she got in her bed.

"Thanks" Santana muttered and swallowed the pills.

Quinn smiled at her friend and closed her eyes; she was on the brink of sleep when she heard muffled cries coming from the other side of the bed. The blonde sighed and rolled over to face the brunette, she was way too tired to deal with another drunken meltdown about something ridiculous.

"Santana, come on we have school in a few hours" she snapped. Quinn listened for a few minutes and noticed that the sobs were only becoming harder and longer, she realised that this wasn't a normal drunk Santana cry.

"What's wrong now?" she asked and gently prodded the Latinas ribs.

Santana inhaled deeply and closed her eyes even though she couldn't see Quinn properly in the dark and whispered timidly "Quinn, I-I think, I know... Q, I'm gay."

Quinn paused for a moment as she absorbed the Latinas words; she wiped her best friends' tears away and hushed "its okay Santana, its okay."

Santana wasn't sure she heard her friend properly "what?" She asked between sobs.

"I said its okay. You're going to be okay" Quinn repeated and tucked a piece of dark hair behind her ear.

"Really?" Santana breathed.

Quinn knew that Santana was still drunk and probably still had drugs in her system and wouldn't remember much in the morning but she had to do her part for now.

"Really" Quinn gave a small smile and gently squeezed the brunettes hand before Santana rolled back over. The blonde listened to her friends crying stop and her breathing returned back to normal as she drifted off to sleep.

For the first time in years Santana fell asleep comfortable and peaceful with herself.


Santana woke up the next morning with a horrendous headache. She opened her eyes slowly as the sudden sunlight peaking in from the window made her want to throw up. The Latina instantly panicked when she realised she wasn't in her own room but then relaxed when she remembered that Quinn picked her up from the party and brought her back to her house. Santana made a mental note to destroy Puck the next time she sees him for taking her to that damn party.

The Latina noticed a water bottle and a box of painkillers on the bedside table and silently thanked Quinn for leaving them there. After she took them, she got out of bed and realised that she wasn't in her own clothes but she couldn't remember changing into them.

Santana felt her mouth water when the smell of bacon and eggs invaded her senses when she walked downstairs. She walked into the kitchen and saw Quinn who had already changed into a red blouse and a loose black skirt. "Quinn, you absolute rockstar" Santana grinned hungrily at the plate of steaming food.

"Get that down you. You look like you need it" Quinn smiled and sat down opposite the Latina.

"Fuck, that's so good" Santana moaned and shovelled in another massive forkful. "Where are your parents?" she asked when she realized that Mr and Mrs Fabray weren't anywhere in sight.

"Work, they both leave super early on Mondays" Quinn said after she sipped her coffee.

"Shit its Monday, we have school" Santana whined.

"There's no point going now Santana" shrugged the blonde "it's already 11."

"Well would you look at that, Church Girl is suggesting to skip school" the Latina smirked playfully.

Quinn rolled her eyes and stole a piece of the Latinas bacon "go and have a shower Santana, you smell like Pucks mohawk" her nose wrinkled in disgust.

Santana swallowed the last of her food "I don't have any other clothes to change into other than the clothes I wore last night."

"You can borrow some more of mine if you like?" Quinn offered and got up to wash the dishes.

"Thanks, but I am not wearing one of your virgin dresses" the Latina half joked.

Quinn hit Santana lightly over the head with a dish cloth "I think I have something. After that we can just watch a movie f you want since you probably don't want to do much with a hangover."

"Sure" the brunette nodded.

"What about But I'm A Cheerleader or Blue Is The Warmest Colour?"

Santana widened her eyes and stammered "Quinn, they're both l-lesbian movies."

"Oh are they?" Quinn said almost too innocently "I just remember seeing them in the "previously watched" section last time we used your Netflix" Santana could swear she saw a triumphant smirk flash on the blondes face.

"Riiiight" Santana narrowed her eyes suspiciously "I'm going to go shower now" the Latina dismissed herself from the table and made her way to the bathroom. She made a mental note to never let Quinn see her Netflix history again or internet history for that matter.


"You have to be fucking kidding me" Santana mumbled in disgust as she held up what the blonde had laid out for her. An argyle skirt and a white shirt, she was pretty sure that the awful skirt belonged to Rachel so why Quinn had it confused her. She blow-dried her hair and applied some of Quinn's makeup and got dressed in the horrible outfit which made her feel a little less hungover.

"Why the hell have you given me Rachel's skirt for?" she demanded when she saw Quinn in the living room.

Quinn burst out laughing when she saw the smaller girl "you're like the same height as her so I thought it would fit you."

Santana clenched her jaw "I'm at least two inches taller than the Hobbit actually. Why do you even have it?"

"Rachel and I have a bet to see who could get you into argyle first. Oh that reminds me" Quinn took her phone out of her pocket "smile" and took a photo of the disgusted brunette.

"Oh you're so fucking dead Fabray" Santana warned and lunged for the phone. "You do anything with that photo and I swear to God!"

Quinn smirked and held her phone in the air because she knew Santana wasn't tall enough to reach, "I chose 21 Jump Street because Channing Tatum is in it."

"I don't see why you're so obsessed with him, he looks like one of the Thumb-Thumbs from Spy Kids" Santana scowled and sat Indian style on the sofa.

Quinn put her hand over her heart and clutched her chest as if she was in pain "I can't believe, you just said that."

"Well he does!" Santana protested.

The blonde rolled her eyes playfully "be quiet, it's already starting!"


The film was halfway through when Quinn next spoke "so do you remember anything about last night?"

Santana scrunched up her nose "not really. I remember the party, calling you and then almost vomiting in your car."

"You also cried about how sad it was that strawberries had their "hats" chopped off and now they were "alone" and "cold" joked Quinn.

Santana hid her face behind her hands "oh my God, what even."

"Do you um" the blonde cleared her throat and became serious "do you remember what you told me last night just before you went to sleep?"

Santana thought for a moment and shook her head "the last thing I remember is throwing up."

Quinn let out a deep breath, this wasn't going to be easy "Santana, last night you were crying but it wasn't your usual drunk crying it was a full on Santana cry. Something I have seen you do only a handful of times when you're really, really upset about something. Do you remember what it was about?"

Santana racked her sore brain for memories of last night but only bits were coming back to her. She remembered Quinn got her water and pills but she couldn't remember what she apparently told her. Her eyebrows knitted together as she become frustrated with herself "pieces are coming back to me but not the whole thing."

"You told me something very private and personal about yourself last night and I told you that it was okay" Quinn studied the Latinas mocha eyes for any sign of emotion.

After a few minutes of searching her brain Santana's jaw dropped and her eyes widened in horror when she finally realised what she must have told Quinn. The brunette felt like she was going to be sick any minute which had nothing to do with alcohol or being hungover. This all had to be a mistake, there was no way that she would say something like that when she was drunk. She'd been drunk plenty of times before and never ever mentioned it so why would she this time? No, there's no way she would have told her that.

Is there?

"I told you that I'm a...l-lesbian?" Santana whispered just loud enough for Quinn to hear.

"Yeah, and I told you last night that it's okay and I still stand by that" Quinn said solemnly.

"Why aren't you shocked Quinn? You seem so calm about it" Santana asked timidly and avoided eye contact with the blonde.

Quinn shrugged "I guess it's because I've had a feeling you were into girls since we were eight when we had that really pretty teacher called Miss Marin and you would always go shy around her and little Santana never got shy."

The Latinas cheeks grew pink as tears began filling her softened brown eyes. Quinn paused the film and edged closer to her friend and continued.

"And then there was that time at Cheerleading Camp when we were twelve and we played spin the bottle with the other girls and you would always be the last person to pull away from the kiss" Santana let out a sad chuckle at the memory as a single tear slid down her cheek.

"There's only so many times you can you can say you're "experimenting" after being caught making out with a girl at parties before it clicks together. Also you barely go on dates even though you have boys asking you all the time and some of them are so attractive. In general you have just showed no interest in men unless they are celebrities. Oh! There was also that time when we were cheerleading and-.."

The Latina gave a weak smile and held her hand to signal Quinn to stop talking as another tear rolled down her face "okay Quinn I get it, you probably knew before me."

"What I'm trying to say is, I know that when we go to parties you hook up with girls and I'm totally fine with that and I understand that one day you're going to marry a beautiful caring woman who deserves somebody you and have little lady babies together" Quinn said softly and brought Santana in for a hug.

"I'm...so...scared Quinn" the Latina sobbed into her friend's shoulder.

"What are you scared of?" murmured the blonde.

"The talks, the stares, my parents" Santana cried hysterically "Oh my God, my parents. You know what my parents are like Q. They're going to fucking disown me or kill me and I don't know which one would be worse!"

"Look at me Santana" Quinn broke the hug and placed her hands on the weeping girls shoulders and fierce yet comforting hazel eyes drilled in to terrified brown ones "if anybody in this stupid crappy town has anything negative to say about it they can just go fuck themselves because they're just a bunch of ignorant assholes who don't deserve to breathe the same air as you."

"I'm glad you know even if it was on accident that I told you. It just felt like I was suffocating because it was getting too much and-.." Santana whimpered as she lost her train of thought.

Quinn brought Santana in for a another hug and stroked the back of her head "me too and I um...I'm sorry for teasing you all these years and putting play on words like the other day in Glee club when Brittany suggested singing a song about loving cats and I said how you would love to sing about loving pussy. I didn't realise how hard this was for you and what you were going through" the blonde rambled ashamed of herself.

"Why did you do that?" Santana snivelled.

"I'm not sure" the blonde thought for a moment "I guess a part of me thought that if I kept doing it then it would kind of give you the push you needed to come out but now I see that it was such an idiotic move and that it would be prematurely outing you. I was a bitch" her cheeks turned a deep pink colour as she hung her head in shame.

"You're damn right you were but I'm just so glad you're so accepting that I'm...g-gay" she trembled into Quinn's hair.

"I'm going to accept you no matter Santana. I've known you all of my life and I'm not going to throw that away just because you happen to like the same sex and I can't believe you thought I would" Quinn sounded genuinely hurt and broke the hug. "I'm sure the rest of the Glee club will be just as accepting with it, I mean Kurt and Blaine are in a relationship and Kurt's as gay as they come and then you have Brittany whose completely open about her bisexuality. Heck, there are probably other closeted gay people in Glee just not ready to come out yet."

Santana wiped her eyes with the palm of her hand and sighed "I know but I'm just not ready to go public yet Q."

"I understand Santana" Quinn gave a reassuring smile.

"Just promise me something Quinn" the small girl looked up at her best friend with big begging brown eyes.

"Anything" Quinn answered seriously.

"Promise me that you won't tell anybody, especially my parents" the Latina said in a strong voice even though Quinn had never seen her look more fragile. "I'll tell my parents when I'm ready Q."

Quinn nodded and smiled "I promise."

A moment went past before Santana looked at her friend with a twinkle in her dark eyes and a mischievous smirk on her face "so you really think there are more closet gays in Glee?"