Santana POV

Blue. That's all I can see. I watch as it spreads out like a virus on the stark white of her shirt. "I…" I try but nothing else comes out. All I can do is stare at the blue glaring up at me as it continues to spread and seep into her shirt in horror. I open my mouth only to close it again.

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.' is all I can think, repeating it like a mantra over and over again in my head. Out of everybody I had to accidently slushy it had to be Quinn.

"San," I hear Quinn say slowly and I can feel my breathing start to come out faster. I want to glance up to read Quinn's face. I can't look away from the blue stain though.

An image of Quinn's beautiful face twisted in anger and betrayal flies through my head, and I can almost feel my heart stop at the thought. "Fuck." finally slips from my mind and out of my mouth, and Quinn gives a little chuckle. "Come on." Quinn says reaching out and tugging at my free hand. I allow Quinn to lead me from the hallway and into the Cheerios locker room.

She leads me into locker room, towards my locker, and I finally find the nerve to look up from my feet only to see Quinn start to lift up her shirt.

Skin. That's all I can see. The flat plane of Quinn's stomach is all I can focus on as her muscles ripple with the actions of Quinn's movements. I feel myself stumble slightly at the view.

'God.' I think. This girl is going to be the death of me.

I barely even register Quinn's hand leaving mine as she moves towards the sink to wipe off the sticky residue left over from the slushy. "San." Quinn says again and I rip my eyes away from her body to the far side wall, my face heating up from the embarrassment of my blatant staring.

I hum in acknowledgment, but I can't get any words out. How am I going to explain this? "Do you have a shirt I can change into?" I hear Quinn ask and I nod quickly crossing over to my locker to pop it open. I chance a glance at her as I toss her my work out shirt.

Quinn is standing awkwardly her arms crossed tightly across her torso, and a faint blush on her cheeks. She sends me a small smile catching the shirt before pulling it quickly over her head.

"I'm so sorry." I stutter out and she shakes her head. Quinn is still smiling at me, and I can feel the panic start to recede a bit. At least Quinn doesn't seem too upset. "It was an accident." She says waving my apology off and I nod my head quickly in confirmation, "I didn't mean to startle you." she continues. When I hear a small chuckle escape her lips I force my head to start bobbing.

I feel like an idiot. First, I make a fool out of myself by asking her out, and now this. I start to wonder if I can convince my parents to let me change schools just so I can escape my embarrassment.

When Quinn had kissed me at the stadium Friday I should have known it was a joke or a dare. Charlie and Kurt had been standing only a few feet back with shit eating grins on their faces. Sure Quinn had been a bit flirty with me before, but really who else was Quinn going to flirt with in this backward ass town? No one, that's who.

Well Ashley and Brit maybe, but it wasn't like Quinn had really known them for more than a few weeks. Then there was the bet. After my botched attempt at asking Quinn out I had began to wonder if Quinn had known about that as well.

Every one knew Britt was terrible at keeping secrets for long, and Quinn had spent a fair amount of time alone with the girl. I couldn't imagine Brittany using Quinn to win the bet, but if Brittany had slipped and told the other blonde…well maybe Quinn wanted to win some extra cash herself.

It seemed like a ridiculous idea even to me, but between the pain of rejection, and the foolishness I felt from asking the girl out with to begin with it was an idea that had stuck with me. It wasn't that far out of the realm of possibilities, right?

A month a go Quinn hated me based purely off the word of Rachel Berry. How much could really change in a month? Then with the whole coming out fiasco Quinn seemed almost mortified that people could think we were anything more than friends. Not even friends more like acquaintances really. Charlie had to almost force Quinn to do anything more than attend glee club with them. Even with glee club if the hobbit hadn't gone psycho on them Quinn still would want nothing to do with them, with her.

So the spiral went on over and over in my mind.

"Santana," Quinn says ripping from my thoughts and back into the present, "about Friday…after the game..." "Forget about it." I cut her off shaking my head. "It was stupid anyways. I mean," I flounder on what to say that wouldn't make me feel like more of an idiot than I already do.

"I, look I'm really sorry about all this." I manage to get out gesturing to her soiled shirt still resting in the sink. "I didn't mean…I wasn't going to…it was for Britt, she likes the blue flavor. Just forget it." I stutter out, stumbling over my words. My cheeks heat up and I look down wishing the floor would just open up and swallow me whole. Anything to get out of this conversation. I can't look at Quinn, and to my utter joy the bell rings.

Forgetting at least for the moment that I share literally every single class with the girl in front of me I jump forward rushing to the door. "Wait! San!" Quinn tries, but its too late with one last, "Sorry!" I'm out the door and away from girl that's been haunting my mind since I saw her walk into Spanish class.