I went through this phase over the last few months where I couldn't think of what to write. I became inspired recently. I'm sorry about the wait.

Rachel P.O.V.

Walking into school was awkward today. Santana wasn't at my locker, and that was extremely unusual. I am use to grabbing her hand and strutting down the hallway with the most perfect girl in the world. But it wasn't that way today. I have texted her countless times the past few days, and I haven't gotten a response. I even stopped by her house, and her mom told me she wasn't feeling too well. I never tried to pressure her into telling her grandma, I never wanted her to feel like I was pressuring her.

Kurt was waiting for me at my locker, and I gave him my prize winning smile. I don't want to explain how my relationship is already beginning to fail.

"Where is Santana", Kurt questions.

"Uh, I'm really not sure. I haven't really talked to her lately."

"Did you guys get into a fight?"

"Kind of. I'm not sure why she hasn't responded to me."

"Maybe you can ask her", Kurt says while pointing towards Santana.

She was talking to Quinn and Brittany. I start to head in her direction, but the bell rang. Glee club was always after this bell. My mind is going a hundred miles per hour, but I hope Santana sits by me.

Santana P.O.V.

I decided I needed to try to make Quinn happy, because I just can't let Rachel find out about what happened. Rachel would never admit it, but she truly can't stand Quinn. After everything that happened with Finn, I don't know how she could handle figuring out that I cheated.

I walk into Glee club, and I walk straight past Rachel to the chair at the top of the row. I could feel Rachel staring at me, but I ignore it. To my left, Brittany sits down. She gives me this glare, and I realize that Quinn told her everything.

"Look, don't give me a lecture, Britt", I say sneering.

"You know what, Santana. Stop making excuses for your own mistakes. Yes, Quinn may have taken advantage of the situation, but you knew better also. Rachel deserves to know, and I bet Quinn is going to tell her."

I look down towards Rachel, and Quinn is sitting right next to her. Brittany is right. Quinn is going to tell Rachel everything. My palms are sweaty, and I feel like I'm going to vomit.

Rachel P.O.V.

When Santana walked past me, I felt deflated. I honestly have no idea what I did. I regret ever asking her to tell anyone, I shouldn't have tried to push her to open up. I've lost the one person who really understands me, and I have no one to blame but myself.

Quinn walked into the room late and took the seat right next to me. She would normally go sit by Brittany or Santana.

"Have you talked to Santana today", Quinn whispers in my ear.

My breathing hitches, "No."

"You should probably ask her what happened last night."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, I heard she slept with someone."

I finally look at Quinn, and she was a huge smile on her face. I feel liquid rising in my throat. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying. Santana slept with someone else and by the look on Quinn's face, it was her.

I raise my hand, "Can I use the restroom?"

Mr. Schue nods his head, and I slowly get up. The walk to the restroom is the longest, and I feel like I've been hit by a train. Why would Santana sleep with Quinn? I don't understand what I did that could have pushed her into someone else's arms. Finn was right the day he dumped me for Quinn. He said that I am way too controlling and everything has to be my way. I can't have a normal relationship, because I am far from normal.

I hear the door open, and I turn.

"Please go away", I say above a whisper.

"Rachel, come on", Santana says.

"Why Quinn? I don't understand what everyone sees in her."

"I was drunk, I didn't even realize who it was."

"Is that supposed to make it better? Obviously this is over, and I can't handle talking to you right now."

I don't wait for a response. In the end, maybe I should have listened to everything she said, but it would be excuses after excuses. Santana is very persuasive. I'm not looking where I am going, and I walk straight into someone.

"Darn it, I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking", I say without looking up.

"It's cool, Rachel."

I look up, and it's Sam. I give him a tiny grin.

"You look pale, are you okay", Sam questions. The concern is prevalent in his voice.

"I'll be okay."

"Personally, it looks like you need some cheering up. What are you doing later?"

"Nothing, why?"

"Well, do you want to go somewhere later? Just hang out or something."

I smile, "Sure."

Sam smiles back, and we trade numbers. This means nothing, I just need to get Santana off my mind. That's all.

Little did I know, Santana was listening to the entire conversation.