Yes… This is happening. Two chapters in one day. I've had a day off work and had a lot of inspiration. I couldn't hold in all the drama for long. A huge thankyou again for all of your amazing reviews. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

I DO NOT OWN GLEE!

Quinn tried to get Santana out of her head. She watched tv, she had a bath, she even sat down and had a chat with her Mom which really was desperate. As hard as she tried to distract herself, nothing could get rid of the guilt she felt. And the fear. She knew that to keep their relationship alive she had to do the right thing and come out to everyone at McKinley High and, eventually, her Mom. When Santana had told her she loved her, Quinn knew that for once she'd made the right decision to continue on their relations after the party. She felt a throb of relief and affection for her. She now knew that Santana felt the same way. But that day had gone so horrifically wrong that now wasn't the time to tell her. She'd wait until they were back to normal. Which they would be. She'd sort this all out.

Quinn sat on the edge of her bed and remembered the times that they had laid next to each other and cuddled, caressed and whispered sweet nothings. They were real. This was real. And it was time she plucked up the courage to tell people. I had a baby for Christ's sake! Santana deserved it. She had gone through so much heartbreak with Brittany that she couldn't stand to do that to her again. She was the only one who picked up on how broken Santana was when she was dumped for Artie. Quinn had to fix this. After going over what she'd say a million times in her head, she re-applied her make-up, sprayed herself with the perfume she knew Santana loved and picked up her keys.

"Mom, I'm going over to see Santana. I might not be back until tomorrow," she yelled to the kitchen. She hoped that would be the case.

"It's a little late, sweetie. What are you going for?" Judy replied. Quinn opened the door, took in one deep breath and walked out.

"To make things right." she said to herself.

Santana was hugging her knees on the coach. Her head was buried in her arms and there were tears running down her face. Even though she was mad at Quinn for not being honest with herself, she knew she didn't deserve this. I can't believe I've done this. I can't lie to her. I'm going to have to tell her what happened. It wasn't like it meant anything. I was upset and angry and Brittany was there to comfort me. What else was I supposed to do? As Santana tried to justify her actions to herself, she heard yet another knock at the door. She really didn't want to see anyone else today.

"Go away! I'm not donating any more money to your mangy, homeless cats!" she yelled from the couch.

"It's me!" yelled Quinn. Santana's heart stopped. What was she supposed to do? Quinn knew she was there now. She can't back out. I'm not ready! I haven't worked out how I'm going to tell her. Shit shit shit shit! Santana slowly got up and opened the door with a sigh. Her breathing had become irregular and she felt like she was going to be sick. There was Quinn looking beautiful as ever with a small, sad smile on her face. She shouldn't be the one feeling guilty. Santana had committed the worst offence.

"Hi,"

"Hi,"

They both stood in silence just looking at each other. Quinn noticed the tear stains on Santana's cheeks.

"Have you been crying?"

"A little, yeah." Santana replied before wiping her cheeks. Quinn took one step forward and brushed her hand over Santana's face.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah. Sure." Quinn walked into the house like a dog with a tail between its legs. They both sat down on the couch and remained silent until Quinn's soft voice broke the silence.

"I'm so sorry, San. I'm sorry for being scared. I'm sorry for not supporting you. You are the one person who makes me feel safe. I don't know why I should be scared to come out to everyone," As Quinn wore her heart on her sleeve and admitted how she was wrong and how she was going to fix it, Santana felt a lump in her throat. She felt even worse now that she had Quinn grovelling right in front of her eyes.

"What I'm trying to say is that… I'd do this for you. You've made me realise that nobody can touch us. Not with the way we feel for each other. I l-"

"I kissed Brittany." Santana blurted out. There. It was out in the open now and she should suffer the consequences. Quinn had stopped breathing. Santana could see the immediate shock and pain flush over her face. Her eyes moved away from Santana's and just stared into nothing. Santana knew she had to explain herself.

"I'm so sorry. I felt angry… and upset and Brit came over and she was there to comfort me. It just all happened so fast. It didn't mean anything and I stopped it. You have to know, Qu-"

"You stopped it? Oh I see. That makes it all okay then. But who started it? Probably you-you know with your track record," snapped Quinn with a sarcastic tone. Santana didn't know what to say. She let the insult breeze over because Quinn was upset. Quinn stood up and began to walk to the door before sharply turning around.

"You know what, Santana? I really thought you'd changed. You tell me you love me… that you're ready for us to be together. But really, you're just the same. The same old cheap slut that you always were," Quinn opened the door before continuing. "You really had me going. You're a great manipulator… And I fell for it. I should have known better. I just wish now somebody was able to warn me first- not that would have changed anything. You set your eyes on something and you get it. You always have done. You even made me spend all day thinking I was in the wrong. That I should be the one apologizing. I felt terrible for what I did to you, but you know what? Now I'm just relieved that we didn't make it public, because then I'd be humiliated in front of the entire school. Heartbroken and lonely. Well congrats, San. Your plan worked. I'm heartbroken." Quinn walked out the door.

"Quinn, wait! Please!" shouted Santana before realising it was too late. She fell onto the door and slid down. She cried so hard that she felt sick. She'd ruined everything.

Quinn didn't let her tears show until she had stormed out the door, paced to her car and slammed it shut. Then she gripped onto the wheel and cried. She didn't know how long she sat there for sobbing, but it was a long while before she managed to see through her tears to turn the ignition on and drive home. She felt betrayed. Her heart felt like it had broken into a million little pieces that she would never be able to fix.

Santana remained at the bottom of the door with her tears making her shirt soaking wet. Quinn's sharp words cut through her so deeply. But they weren't true. Santana loved Quinn. She knew that Quinn turned nasty when she was hurt, but she didn't know that Quinn thought those terrible things were true. She'd known her for years and thought she'd seen through all of the rumours, but now, Quinn had made her feelings quite clear. But despite that, what they had together was real. And it still could be. It was a stupid mistake that meant nothing. Santana decided to give her some space before begging for her forgiveness. However long it took, she'd wait.

Thankfully the weekend was now over so Santana could see how Quinn was doing. She hadn't dared text her and she hadn't heard anything from the blonde which she took as a 'leave me alone' signal. But Santana woke up that morning determined to say sorry again. She didn't care if she was shot down again. She would not give up. She put on her Cheerio's uniform, did her hair and make-up and checked herself out in the mirror. She didn't look normal. Her eyes were dark and tired from all the crying and her whole posture was limp and lifeless. How was she supposed to get Quinn back if she looked like this? More concealer. She looked a little better but didn't feel it. She lifelessly grabbed her school stuff and left.

Once she reached her locker, Brittany approached her with a sympathetic smile on her face.

"How you doing?" she asked with genuine concern. Santana avoided eye contact.

"Terrible. I told Quinn and now she hates me. I feel miserable and I don't know what to do, Brit." She replied, tears starting to well up in her eyes again. Brittany hugged her tightly.

"She'll take you back, don't worry. The kiss was nothing. Nothing compared to what you two have. She'll see that soon enough. You just need to get your confidence back. I don't like seeing you like a sad, old bear." Santana smiled as Brittany's words made her feel a little better. But when she looked up, she saw Quinn at the other end of the hall glaring. Her face said it all. She thought there was something going on with her and Brittany. Santana immediately pushed Brittany away and walked towards Quinn who had now pretended to be distracted by getting her books from her locker. Santana could feel her heart pounding as she approached Quinn. Quinn looked really, really mad.

"Quinn… Erm… I just needed to say-"

"Hey, Quinn. You ready to go to class?" said an annoying voice that sounded like nails against a chalk board to Santana. She recognised this as Finnocence's voice straight away and her blood boiled. She looked up at Finn's giant body until she met his sickening happy expression. She continued to glare until she saw something in the corner of her eye. Something that made her want to die.

"Yeah, sure." replied Quinn with an all 'sweetness and light' smile as they walked off hand in hand. Santana watched in disbelief as they walked down the hall together. A distant laugh coming from Quinn pierced her ear drums like a needle. She brought her hand up to her chest and fell back onto the lockers to keep herself upright. She could barely breathe. What she just saw had completely demolished any hope of her getting back together with Quinn. She felt sick. Really sick.

Santana ran into the restroom and kneeled in front of the toilet just in time for it to catch her vomit. She'd never had such a physical reaction to emotions like this before. Her mind was going crazy. She couldn't make sense of anything. She didn't care that her mouth tasted horrible and she didn't care that she was bawling out loud in the girls restrooms at McKinley High. She was too heartbroken to care. She kneeled there for what seemed like hours before she heard a deep but friendly voice.

"Santana? Are you okay?" She turned around to see Puck standing behind her with a worried expression spread over his face. She didn't care that he was in the girl's restroom. She was just relieved to see someone she knew. She could barely get her words out.

"Do I… look… o-okay to you?" she stuttered. Puck was stunned. He had never seen her in this sort of state before- her make-up was running down her face and her eyes were bright red from crying. Hell, he'd never even seen her cry. He grabbed her arms and began to pull her up.

"Come on, let's get you up," he said as she just about managed to stand on her own two feet. "Babe, what's wrong? You look terrible… No offence. I saw you run in here and thought I should check you were okay." he said. She just wrapped her arms around him and rested her head in his warm chest and began to sob uncontrollably again. Puck knew not to ask girls too many questions when they were in this state so he just hugged her back and rubbed her back as she cried. He'd learnt to do this with Quinn many times during her pregnancy. He was an expert at comforting women.

Once Santana had stopped heavily crying, Puck decided to get her out of school for the day. She couldn't stay in this sort of state and he was no stranger to ditching. They walked to her car as she sniffled.

"No. I'll drive," he demanded as she walked up to the driver's side. He grabbed her bag and took her keys out. Once she was belted in, he began to drive out of the parking lot. He knew taking her home wasn't a good idea as her parents might ask too many questions so they just went for a long drive. He remained silent until he knew she was ready to talk.

"Where are we going, Mohawk?" she mumbled. Puck smiled. He knew she'd start talking soon.

"We're just driving until you tell me what the hell is going on." he replied as he turned the radio off. Santana sighed and tried to gather her thoughts. She didn't feel so overwhelmed with emotion now she'd calmed down a bit, but that didn't mean she felt any better.

"I can't…" she whispered. Puck sighed.

"San, we've been close for a long time… In more ways than one at times, but we're still two badasses so we can relate. So let's talk. Nothing leaves this car. I promise you." Santana stayed silent for a while before finally feeling like she could trust Puck. He had gotten her out of the last place she wanted to be after all.

"I've had by heart ripped apart." she stated.

"I didn't know you had one," replied Puck. Santana glared at him. "Woah! I'm just kidding. By who? Brittany?"

"No. Someone else. We've been seeing each other in secret for a while now… since Rachel's party actually. It was great. I've never felt so amazing and I fell in love. Stupidly. Then we had an argument and I fucked up. Big time. And now, they're back with their ex and is rubbing it right up in my grill." she explained. Puck nodded as he listened.

"By 'they' do you mean another girl? It's cool. I know about you and Brittany and how you acted towards her was totally different than how you act to any guy. I think it's kinda hot actually." he said, trying to make light of the situation. Santana sighed again.

"Yeah. It is a girl. And would you stop saying that? I'm trying to be serious for once and you slip in yet another comment about girl on girl!" she snapped but with the first smile on her face she'd had for a while- all be it a very small one. Puck laughed.

"Sorry. So, what did you do that was so bad? What did you argue about?" he questioned. He'd already figured out who it was. There was only one 'in a relationship' status on facebook that morning. He was shocked to say the least. I mean Quinn gave birth to his baby… But he knew that recently at school, she'd seemed happier. He guessed that the reason for that was Santana, so they must be right for each other.

"She refused to come out to everyone and so I felt neglected. She wouldn't be close with me at school and pushed me away. At home it was great, but that wasn't enough for me. She was too scared to announce our relationship to everyone and it really started to take its toll," she paused to concentrate on her breathing. Now it was the hard part of the story. "So we argued and it got out of hand. She left feeling awful and I felt unwanted. Then Brittany came round to comfort me… and we kissed." Puck's eyes widened.

"Oh…" was all he could say.

"Yeah… I pushed her away eventually. I just felt wanted and it was nice. She was never afraid to show affection at school, but then I realised that it was the past. I loved somebody else now. It was a huge mistake," tears began to well up again but she fought them back. "and I felt so terrible. Especially when she came to my door with a cute little smile on her face and said she was sorry and she was stupid and was willing to sacrifice anything for me. When I was the stupid one, Puck. I ruined it… So I told her," Puck took in a deep breath. He could almost imagine Quinn's reaction in his head right now. Her words really were vicious.

"So I'm guessing she reacted badly and is now with Finn to get back at you?" he guessed. She nodded and covered her face with her hands.

"I'm so stupid, Puck. I can't believe I let her get away. And she's now strolling the halls with Frankenteen looking like Ken and Barbie. It makes me sick… Wait…" Puck glanced over at her. "You knew it was Finn? How did you guess who it was?"

"Because I've never seen Quinn as happy as she has been the past couple of weeks. And the fact that Facebook knows everything." he stated. "It's cool. I know you make her happy. That's why you need to get her back. Can I tell you something from one badass to another?" Santana nodded and smiled. "Chicks dig being fought over. She'll soon come to her senses." Santana smiled. Puck always made everything a little bit better. She knew now she had a shoulder to cry on that wouldn't end up in some sort of sexual activity. Even though she still felt terrible and she was green with envy, she would fight for Quinn and make her see how happy Santana could make her.