"I have a crush on Brittany."

Rachel stared at me. She had been for the last few minutes and her silence was starting to get on my nerves. A couple of very long minutes later, she decided that it was time to speak.

"You have a crush on Brittany?"

"That's what I said," I muttered. She was still staring at me and I got the feeling that maybe she wanted to slap me.

But all she did was take a sip of her coffee and shrug. "I can't say I didn't see this coming."

I pulled my eyebrows together in confusion. Wasn't she supposed to be mad? I just admitted I was crushing on a girl when my very lack of being able to crush on a girl was what practically ruined Quinn's life.

"Don't you hate me?" I asked her, finally meeting her eyes again.

She shook her head. "I don't have any reason to hate you, Santana. You can't help who you have a crush on. But I can imagine that Quinn will be upset whenever you decide to tell her and, when that time comes, I will take her side over yours."

"But-"

"Santana," Rachel interrupted in a stern voice that made me shut up. "Everybody loves Brittany. She could turn anyone with a blink of her eyes. As long as you don't announce that you've been in the closet since kindergarten, I think I can accept you having a crush on her."

I nodded and looked into my empty mug as Rachel finished her coffee. She was a wonderful person albeit annoying. If I wasn't so determined to dislike her, she'd make a really great friend. Hell, who was I kidding? She was already a great friend.

"Are you ready to go?" Rachel asked as she put down her coffee mug.

"Yeah," I murmured and I grabbed my jacket. We walked out of the cafe and back towards the parking lot.

"Santana?" Rachel asked. I looked at her and she was avoiding my eyes.

"Yes, Rachel?"

"You know Quinn?"

I chuckled. "I think so. Isn't she the person I'm living with?"

She rolled her eyes at my sarcastic reply with a smile on her face. However, the smile quickly faded and was replaced with a nervous look. "I was thinking... I was thinking about proposing to her."

I froze. Rachel was going to propose to Quinn? I thought that maybe I should discourage this idea since Quinn had seemed really happy that she was going to be the one to pop the question. "Erm, can I ask why?"

Rachel stared in front of her with a small smile on her face. "Because I love her. We've been together for nearly two years now and I've loved her for twice as long and I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to get married for a while. I just like the idea of the promise, you know?"

I almost laughed at that. She and Quinn were so alike. They both wanted to be engaged more than they wanted to be married. They belonged together. But then I remembered that Quinn was the one supposed to propose and not Rachel.

"Have you got the ring yet?" I asked her, hoping to the heavens that she hadn't.

"Not yet," she shrugged and I let out a sigh of relief. Too soon it seemed. "I was hoping you'd come shopping for one with me. You've known her for half of her life and, if anyone can stop me from making a complete fool out of myself by getting the wrong ring, it's you."

I tried to think up some kind of excuse; any excuse. But nothing came to mind and I realised that it was either I tell Rachel Quinn was going to propose at some point in the future or that I would be happy to go ring shopping with her. I internally groaned in frustration.

"When are we going?" I asked.

"Well, I still need to work a little more to get the money but I was thinking in a month."

I had a month to dissuade Rachel about this or get Quinn to propose. I thought that the latter was probably a lot more likely. "Just tell me a date and I'll see if I'm free," I said, forcing a smile at her as we entered the parking lot. She seemed too happy to realise that the smile wasn't reaching my eyes.

"I will," she grinned. "Thank you so much, Santana."

I just waved at her as I got into my car. I was surprised that we had managed to end the evening so well considering all the heavy stuff we had discussed in the cafe. As I drove home, I thought about telling Quinn that Rachel was also planning on proposing so she had better get on one knee soon.

I decided to keep Rachel's secret as I walked into the living room and saw Quinn eating whilst watching the TV. Rachel was willing to keep mine and I had the paranoid belief that if I told Quinn she was going to buy a ring, she might tell Quinn that I had a crush on Brittany. I doubted that she was a bitter person but it was better to be safe than sorry.

I flopped down on the couch next to Quinn and she glanced at me for a split second before staring back at the TV screen. "Where have you been?"

"I had coffee with Rachel. She asked me about high school."

I felt Quinn tense beside me and she moved a few inches away. We never talked about high school with anyone else let alone each other and, considering that all of the events centred around the two of us, it always tended to get a little awkward. I knew that it was now because Quinn was refusing to look at me.

"What did you tell her?" she asked, taking a bite of whatever it was she was eating. It looked like rice with some kind of sauce. I briefly wondered if there was any left in the kitchen before answering her question.

"Everything," I shrugged.

"Including...?"

I nodded at her and she saw me out of the corner of her eye. "How did she take all of it?"

I sighed and lifted my knees to my chest so I could wrap my arms around them. "She said that she doesn't agree with what I did but she isn't that mad at me."

Quinn nodded and let out a forced cough that signalled the conversation was over. "Great... So, what are you doing this weekend?"

I was about to tell her nothing but then I remembered my date with Brittany. "I was going to go to Brittany's," I said. "I don't know when. She said she'd text me."

"You two are getting along well," Quinn stated. I didn't know whether or not she was happy about it because she sounded emotionless when she said it.

I looked at her while she continued to watch the TV. "Is that okay?"

She glanced at me and shrugged. "I guess so." She paused for a moment and then turned to me so that she could look me in the eye. "About what Rachel said, is it true?"

I froze. I knew that she was talking about when Rachel told her Brittany and I were practically a couple but I didn't know what to say. She to take my non-reply as some kind of confirmation and she stood up with a blank face.

"Awesome. I'm really happy for you, Santana," she muttered, not sounding happy at all. She walked out of the room to put her plate in the kitchen and, when she walked back in to go upstairs, she didn't even glance at me. I found myself unable to say anything because, really, what could I say? I couldn't exactly say she was wrong but she wasn't entirely right either. Me and Britt weren't a couple. But I figured out that even if I said that, I still wanted us to be a couple. And I really didn't know how Quinn would take that.

Author's Note: Another short part to 'The Quinn Thing'. There's another two parts to this chapter so I'll have something to update with tomorrow and Wednesday. Then I'll stick the whole thing together and it won't look short anymore :) Yay! Anyway, thank you everyone who's reviewed and don't worry, I am getting to the part where Brittany tells Santana her secret but I'm trying to stick with the plot I have so it might take some time. Hopefully not too much time though :) Anyway, I'll update again tomorrow :)