Santana felt the air from the slamming door like a cold wind. Rachel's voice boom through her mind. 'I don't need this and I don't need you' She took a second to breath again and shook away the confusion. She balled up her fist and pounded on the hard wood door in front of her. After a few minutes she brought her fist up to the door again. She wasn't leaving until she talked to the smaller girl.

Rachel, was fuming, How dare she. How could she stand her up and than just, just... ugh. The diva rushed up the stairs to her room and slammed the doors, "Ugh!" She groaned hearing a pounding knock on the front door. Ignore her. she told herself just ignore her.

Santana rounded the side of the Berry house, she looked up to see that the house was almost completely dark, except for one room that she knew belong to Rachel. She noticed a small shack in the back and headed towards it swiftly, she was glad to find that the shed was unlocked. And just so happened to have the perfect tool to get up to the second floor window. She grinned to herself and then quickly looked around, hopefully the nabores wouldn't call the cops on her, she stopped seeing a figure on the other side of the road looking her way. She froze hoping to God they didn't see her, after a moment of hard staring the figure slowly left, and Santana went back to work.

Rachel, sat on the floor by her bed she didn't need this. "You can't just shut me out." Rachel jumped seeing the hazel eyed blonde in her bed room door way. "How.." "I have a key Rachel, or did you forget that we're in love?" Quinn closed the bed room door and moved closer to the diva. "Get out Quinn, I told you I don't." "I know, I know your upset with me, for what happened but you just jumped to conclusions, Rachel I was late because my mother. Not because of Ally. I love you." Rachel felt her heart beat quicken as Quinn dropped to her knees beside her. "Quinn." She sobbed softly. Fighting the need to embrace the other girl. "It's okay." Quinn smiled extending her and and softly pressing her open palm against Rachel's cheek. "It's okay." Rachel wanted to fight the girl but she felt herself melting. "I love you, Rachel only you." Rachel leaned forward. "Do you mean that?" She smiled softly a few inches for the other girls lips. "Of course." Quinn smiled. Rachel leaned forward but was met with nothing but air. She felt the tears swell in her eyes as she looked around the empty room, the door wide open an no blonde anywhere to be seen, it seemed the diva's emotions where playing tricks on her.

"What the hell it going on?" Rachel turned towards her window to see Santana. The latina look more than angry. "What's wrong with me!" Rachel howled dropping herself on the big bed in front of her. "Christ Rachel make up you mind." She sobbed into the bed. Santana's anger vanished and felt her gut twist. "Rachel." Santana crossed the room and moved beside the other girl, "Please tell me what's going on." She said softly. "I talked to that ...to that girl and she said something that really scared me." Rachel ignored her imagination and continued to beat herself for trying to comfort herself with women that didn't give a shit. "Rachel, if she's hurting you or..." "Your both hurting me. I'm not a play toy, I thought you care." Rachel cut the other girl off harshly. "I thought you wanted to care." "I do care, I care so much." Santana pulled the diva up forcing her to look at her. "I don't know what it is about you Rachel, this is rushed and crazy and I would normally just walk away from something like this it just doesn't feel like its worth it, but it is worth it and I can not walk away. There's something about you that just, it fills me." Rachel locked eyes with the latina, this was a first for her, she knew what Quinn was gonna say but now she was surprising herself. "I wanted to walk away from you and Quinn and the fucked up conversations that you call a relationship, but I couldn't, I can't, because you deserve so much better, you desever someone that really loves you. I can't promise that because you haven't given me the chance to see if that's what this is but I know. I'm better than her." Santana took her courage to pulled the smaller girls face to hers, she pressed the lips together trying to pass all the passion she had for the girl into this one kiss, she need Rachel to feel it. "I'm better." Santana didn't wait for the other girl to move, she got up and crawled back out the window.

Quinn drove slowly she was losing this game and fast, she pulled up to Rachel's again an this time she was going to leave until she got Rachel back under her thumb, sure it was 2:00 am and Rachel would be upset that she'd come back, but she what she should have done years ago, she broke up with Ally, just like the diva wanted. She pulled herself from the car and walked over to the Berry's front door, knocking strongly before taking a step back to wait. The door opened slowly and Quinn put her hand against it as soon as Rachel saw her. "What are you doing here." Rachel croaked her voice horse. Quinn took that as a good sign it meant the girl had been crying. "I did it." Quinn said softly. "Did what." Rachel showed no emotion towards the girl. "It's over, I did it for you, I love you." Rachel shook head, why was she doing this to herself yet again. "I broke up with Ally." Quinn smiled, "I did it." Rachel shook her head again and the she saw something that made her mind snap her into the reality that Quinn was really standing in front of her. "Your arm?" She reached out and let her fingers gently grazed the top of a long gash on the blonde's arm. "She threw a few things." Quinn said pulling her arm away. "But it's over." Rachel, looked the blond in the eyes. "Why?" "Because you told me to. Because you said 'Break up with Ally.' So I did." Rachel kept her eye's locked on the blondes. Quinn wasted no more time she pushed the door a little and Rachel didn't fight as the blond pulled her into a kiss. Rachel couldn't help but notice that it was more of a heated kiss than that of a passion kiss. Rachel didn't fight as the blond closed the door and lifted her. Instead she wrapped her legs around Quinn's waist and let the girl carry her up the stairs.

Saturday morning rolled up and Santana slumped out of her bed, she headed down the stairs and rolled her eyes when her mother smiled at her from the table. "Morning sleepy." The older latina grinned. "Hi." Santana growled pulling out a coffee cup. "No, I said morning." Her mother called happily. "Morning." Santana huffed. Poring warm brown liquid in to her cup. The door bell rang and her mother smiled warmly at her. "Your sitting right there." Santana growled hearing her mothers unspoken command. "I'm old." She said casually. "Not that old." Santana growled moving towards the door. She pulled open the front door to see a small green-eyed-4-foot-pale-red-headed Cheerio. "Santana?" She asked tilting her head slightly. "Yeah?" Santana nodded slowly. "This is yours." The girl smiled pulling Santana's cell phone from her pocket. "Who the hell are you?" Santana growled taking her phone, she opened it quickly checking to see if anything was on there she didn't know about, but nothing seemed new. Except for the few text and calls she'd sent herself while looking for her phone. "My names is Mary." The Cheerio smiled. "I found your phone in the locker room and I was asking around but it took a while to find you." Santana opened her mouth to speak but the girl spoke first. "Quinn helped me find you." Santana growled, she knew that bitch had something to do with her phone missing. "Quinn?" Santana growled. "Yeah, she has the address of every Cheerio, being head Cheerio and all." Santana nodded, "Well, uh thanks." the girl smiled and bounced away and Santana shut the door and shoved the phone in her pocket. Of course that bitch had something to do with it.

Rachel stretched out in her head and smiled, she could hear the shower in her bathroom and she knew Quinn didn't just get up and leave her. She'd done it, she'd broken up with Ally for her. Rachel couldn't fight the smile on her face. And just when she thought things were perfect. "So, your going to pretend like you didn't feel it?" She jumped Santana was standing in front of the window and this time unlike the other she was positive it was imagination. "Your not here, your not here." "But you want me to be, you felt Rachel, you felt it in that kiss." Santana hummed stepping towards Rachel, Rachel felt her knees go weak as the other girl was inches way from her. "Hey." Rachel spun towards the bathroom door where Quinn stood with a smile. "What are you doing?" Rachel blushed realizing she must look like a complete weirdo swooning in the middle of the room. "Just, ah..I was." Quinn ignored the strange mumbling and crossed the room to wrap her arms around Rachel. "Your adorable." "Quinn, I..." Rachel felt her heart thumping she was thrilled that Quinn was there holding her everything she'd wanted from the first night they met. But she couldn't lose the feeling of Santana's lips against hers "I..." "What is it?" "Nothing." She smiled kissing the blond.

(Friday night, 1:00 AM Across the street from the Berry house hold.)

Quinn stood across the street from the Berry house hold, she wasn't the kind of girl that you told no to. She hated people telling her no, she's Quinn Fabray, Quinn Fabray, that meant that no one NO one told her no. And of course not Rachel. She had to get the girl back, how could she tell her to leave, her Quinn Fabray. The blonde's mind raced with what she was going to have to do. Normally it wouldn't matter, maybe it was a good thing that Rachel didn't want to be with her anym... The blonde's thoughts stop when she noticed something across the street, a figure. Her eye's locked on and she leaned forward a little to see it clearly.

"Lopez." She huffed, Of course, what the hell was she... Quinn connected the dots swiftly and turned to leave, she walked slowly until she was out of view and then she ran for her car. She had a girl she need to have a long talk with, there was no way she was going to lose Rachel to her. She pulled out her phone and dialed Ally's number. "Hello?" "We need to talk." "About what?" "About, Rachel."