Sorry for the wait, I've been sick and just not in the mood to write. I'm still a little sick, so I apologize for the horribleness of this chapter. But enjoy!
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March, Junior Year

It had been four months since Santana had freaked out on Rachel. They had barely talked, barely had eye contact. A couple of glances at each other were the most they shared with each other. Santana continued to sing in Glee Club, but made sure none of her songs would remind her of the girl she had gave her heart to. She could almost sit through an entire song sung by Rachel to her blonde bimbo. As long as she was able to make a couple of snide comments about the couple, she usually could wait until the end of the song to excuse herself from the room.

She couldn't believe she wasn't over the damn girl yet. What was with her? Why couldn't she get her out of her mind? Well, today, that was going to end. She was going to find herself someone new. Santana Lopez was going to forget Rachel Berry.

"Hey there, hot stuff. My parents are ditching this weekend." Santana walked up to Noah Puckerman's locker with every intention of getting him into bed. She needed sex, and she needed to get over Rachel.

"And?" He looked over at her confused, closing his locker and turning to face her. She sighed, not wanting to have to deal with the banter. She leaned close to him with a sly grin playing on her lips.

"I wants you in my bed, Puckerman. Tonight. 7pm, sharp. Don't be late." She grinned and walked past him.

"What about Berry?" She stopped dead in her tracks in the middle of the hallway. His voice had been quiet, but she had heard him, and his words almost tore her apart. It took a couple of horribly long moments before she could even breathe again. Puck walked up behind her and talked softly.

"You're not gonna just give up on her. You aren't going to let go. I won't let you." He stood for a moment, waiting to see if she would say anything, then he brushed past her. Her eyes shut instantly as the pain hit her. She was auctioning off sex, just to get over a girl she didn't want to get over. What was her problem? God, Lopez. Get your act together.

"Santana?" The voice was soft and shaky, but Santana recognized it instantly. She couldn't open her eyes, she couldn't see that face. She couldn't look into her eyes, couldn't see that beautiful smile. She just couldn't. But still, her eyes lifted open slowly and Rachel Berry was standing in front of her.

"Rachel," Her voice was filled with worry as she looked upon the girl. Her eyes were red and puffy, there were tear stains on her shirt and her hair was pulled up messily. She had obviously been crying, and crying a lot, "What happened?"

"Um…It's, uh, it's Quinn," Rachel looked down at her feet with a deep breath, "She, uh..she broke up with me, Santana." She looked up at Santana with tear filled eyes.

"Oh," Santana wanted to do so many things in that moment. She wanted to yell at her for talking to her in the first place, she wanted to hug her, to comfort her, but most of all, she just really wanted to kiss the girl. But she couldn't do any of those, so she just spoke, "I'm so sorry, Rach. Why'd she do that?"

"Because, um, well, because of you." Rachel looked back down at her feet. Santana shook her head, not understand at all.

"I don't understand, Rachel. Because of me? What the hell did I do?"

"She knew, San. She knew." Rachel eyes filled with tears again, and she looked away from her.

"She knew what? Rachel, I don't understand." Santana stared, confused, as Rachel tried to control her tears. She turned her head back as she wiped her eyes.

"She knew that I was still in love with you, Santana. So she left me." Santana's heart stopped, she couldn't breathe. She didn't know what to do.

What the hell had just happened?