AN: This chapter is about Santana's past, explaination about what happened between her and Tina.

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Flashback, about a year ago

"Hey T," Santana smiled and hugged her asian friend.

They had decided to meet up at a café down the street from Santana's school for lunch. Honestly, the latina didn't really have time for this, but after all, Tina was her best friend and she would always make time for her.

"Hi San, thanks for meeting me.. work really sucks, today there was this dude who asked if he could put his dog in the microwave," she chuckled while they sat down at their usual place, waiting for the waitress to come and take their orders.

Santana gave her a 'what-the-fuck' look with a smile, while glazing down at her phone for a moment, when she realized she had no message she was expecting from a certain brunette, she just put it back in her pocket, her smile turning a little false.

"He was totally serious too, he wanted to know if it could dry his dog after a bath. How stup-" Tina trailed off as she watched the latina put her phone down with a sad face, her smile turning fake. "What's up S?" the asian asked, concerned.

"It's nothing," Santana put a hand up to dismiss it, like it was no big deal. "Continue."

Tina had always been able to see right through her, they had been friends for a really long time. Their parents knew each other, and since they where in the same age and really didn't have any friends in kindergarten, they had been set up plenty of play dates in their younger years. Soon enough, they'd become inseparable.

If Santana hadn't been latina, and Tina asian, they had very likely been sisters. Through their whole high school years, plus college, people had been thinking they were, but one of them was like adopted or something. If Tina went to the bathroom, Santana was there. If Santana was studying in the library, Tina was right by her side.

"You know I can see right through you, so just tell me," Tina demanded gently, eyebrow lifting slightly. Santana leaned back onto the chair, visibly uncomfortable by this topic. But before she could explain, the waitress popped out of nowhere, taking their orders.

When she left, Tina still had that face, like she was waiting for Santana to just tell her. So, the latina gave in.

"Harmony was supposed to met us, she promised that she would text me twenty minutes ago." sighing, she crossed her legs and rested her temple in her hand that was resting on the little table. "I know she ended her singing lesson in like, forty minutes ago, so why isn't she calling? She can just tell me if she had other plans." She shook her head, pouting a little.

Tina didn't reply, which was odd, because she always knew what to say when it came to Santana's girlfriend. But Tina just remained silent. The latina met her eyes across the table, was she nervous?

But it was gone right after she saw it, replaced by a concerned look. Tina mirrored Santana's position, placing her elbow on the table to rest her head in her hand. "I'm sorry San, I don't know what to say."

"Ugh, you don't have to," Santana groaned and buried her eyes into her hand, "I'm just over analyzing it,"

"What do you mean?" Tina scoffed, "what are you thinking about?"

"She's been distant lately, I don't know.." Santana chanced a look up at her best friend, hoping that she could have the answer she was looking for. "I'm just over analyzing," she stated firmly, not wanting to believe her own fears.

"Tell me,"

Their food arrived, and they politely thanked the waitress, who wished them a pleasant meal. Picking up the fork, the latina played with her salad.

"I think she's cheating on me," she said quietly, finally taking a bite without seeing Tina's eyes go wide, "I just have this feeling, y'know." she shrugged like it was no big deal, but Tina knew better.

The asian squirmed in her seat, taking a bite as well. "Don't think like that, San, you know she works a lot,"

"Yeah, that probably it," the latina sighs. "I just wish I wasn't so- I don't know, having doubts about her? Tina, we haven't had sex in like.. a month, and we where all over each other before that, even you know that."

Tina just nodded, "maybe you should just talk to her? Communication is the way to a great relationship," another bite, "you know that," her eyes never meeting the latina's.

"You know I'm no good with words, every time we just end up fucking each others brains out for hours," she scoffed, a little annoyed, "maybe that's why we're so weird.." she trailed off.

Tina just shrugged, "I don't know."


A year before having lunch with Tina

"Hey babe," Santana kissed her brunette girlfriend on the forehead, before making her way to their bedroom to change clothes. Today had been a really shitty day, considering that she woke up late and was late for class.

Harmony leaned into the kiss slightly, continuing to make them dinner, "how was your day?" she called after the latina.

"It was real shit, I missed almost a whole lesson and then got this HUGE lecture from my teacher". She pulled her shirt over her head, and then stripped out of her jeans. "how was yours?" she called back.

"It was fine," Santana could almost hear her shrug from the kitchen, "nothing special,"

The latina emerged from the bedroom, clad in sweatpants and a wife beater. "no-one good?"

Harmony chuckled, "no," Santana took a place next to her, by the stove to observe her cooking, placing her hand really low on her back, getting a smirk from the other brunette.

"There was one, I don't remember her name, but she sang Don't Rain On My Parade. It was really good actually,"

"Wow," Santana let out a surprised laugh, "I don't think I've ever heard that from you," she said in a low voice, inching closer to the other woman.

Harmony turned her head towards the latina, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "She was really good," another one, "but nothing like you"

Santana averted her eyes from the ice blue ones staring back at her, "you know I don't want to do that anymore."

"Santana," she put down the things she'd been holding and turned her whole body towards her girlfriend, "I know you want to, you just don't have the gu-"

"How many times, do I have to tell you Harmony? It's not my dream anymore," she scrunched her eyebrows together, "in high school, yes, but I'm a different person now," she said in a quiet voice, almost afraid of what this would bring out of her girlfriend.

A hand tilted her head up to meet ice blue eyes again, "you know, I've always believed in you, you're made for this business, San. I hate seeing you waste your talent," Harmony cupped her chin and gave her a long kiss.

Santana smiled into it, grabbing curvy hips to press them into herself. "I want this, how many times have I told you, Har-Har?" she said against her lips.

Harmony threw her head back in laughter, her cute dimples showing. Her hands made their way around the latina's neck as she continued laughing. "Oh God, you know I hate when you call me that," she calmed down a little bit, only chuckling lightly when she said, "It sounds like something stuck in your throat," she grinned and leaned up to kiss Santana once again, tightening her grip around her neck as a tan hand left her hips, to cup her breast.

Both sighed into the kiss, leaving the topic for now to focus on each other.

The food was left untouched, unlike their bodies.


Evening after having lunch with Tina

"Hello?" Santana stepped into the apartment, kicked off her shoes as she heard an "hi" from the kitchen. Making her way there, she put her keys in her jacket and put down her bag.

Entering the kitchen, she found Harmony making them dinner, as usual.

"Hey," the latina made her way next to her girlfriend, kissing her forehead gently. But this time, Harmony didn't lean into it like she once had. "I thought we was supposed to meet up for lunch today?" she asked as she grabbed the newspaper lying on the kitchen table, "I missed you."

The other brunette didn't turn around, nor did she apologize for not contacting the latina.

"I had things to do," she simply said, continuing to chop tomatoes. "What did you do instead?" she asked. She didn't even sound interested.

"Uhm, I went out with Tina." Santana said calmly, watching her every move. As she tensed up at the sound of her best friends name, she knew something was wrong. Tina was acting all weird too.

"Oh, that's nice," Harmony replied, and Santana scowled.

"I'm going to change," the latina stated, put the news down and made her way into the bedroom. Pulling her sweatpants on, she saw that Harmony hadn't picked up her clothes after work, just simply thrown them at the floor. Sighing, she grabbed them, and was about to fold her blouse when she saw it.

Only clad in sweats and a bra, she made he way into the kitchen with the blouse in hand.

"What is this?"

The latina didn't recognize her own voice, it was unsteady. This felt unreal, how was she even brave enough to do this? She had to swallow; afraid that the next thing she would say would come out weak, to show any fear or insecurity. The latina could feel her hands shaking, the high-neck blouse fisted in her left hand.

She was boiling. This hurt.

Harmony turned around, meeting her eyes for the first time since she came home. At first, she didn't seem to get the situation at all, eyeing the latina up and down until Santana lifted the neck of the blouse, showing Harmony the lipstick print that was on the white fabric.

Santana could easily see it, she had been together with this woman since high school where they first had met. Hesitation crossed the brunette's face, and the slightly panicked eyes gave her away big time.

They simply stared at each other for what seemed like an hour. "I asked you," Santana's voice was raising with every word, she couldn't help it. Betrayal, someone she would have trusted with her life had let her down. Her first love. Her first kiss. Her first everything. "A question!"

The brunette in front of her, licked her lips and stared at the ground in front of her. Santana could also see the embarrassment in her eyes that was flickering everywhere but her.

Harmony didn't use lipstick. Neither did Santana.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. The latina watched her struggle, her natural skin color turn a little red. A sign that she was about to tell a lie-

"It's not what it looks like babe, I promi-"

"Does Tina know about this?" Her voice wavered in anger. Never in a thousand years would she even imagine this. She had fucking trusted her, and Santana didn't let people in easily, Harmony knew that. She had abused her trust, and her love. So many emotions where running through her, she wanted to cry but she didn't want to give Harmony that pleasure.

"N-no, what do you mean?" she stuttered back, her voice cracking. Ice blue eyes found hers, expecting her to believe that this was nothing, and that she could trust her. They were also tearing up, but Santana couldn't even give a fuck. If this had been a normal day, she would've given her comfort. Just the thought made her sick.

"I mean, does Tina know that you've been cheating on me?" she growled. "I SWEAR TO GOD HARMONY, IF YOU DON'T TELL ME THE TRUTH I WILL-"

"YES!" the voice Santana had adored for years cracked up, usually she would do anything to stop her from crying. But she couldn't take this. This made her feel angry, so, so angry. At herself for not seeing it sooner, and Harmony for doing this to her. "Yes, she found out," tears were streaming down her face when she said this.

God, she looked so fucking ugly in the latina's eyes.

"How long has this been going on?" Santana spat, taking a couple of steps forwards making Harmony's eyes go comically wide with fear. "and how long has Tina known?" If looks could kill.

"Santana, I'm so sorry." She replied desperately, "I'm so, so sor-"

"Shut the fuck up and answer my questions," Santana raised her voice again, making the woman in front of her flinch. "you disgust me, Harmony, you did this and I deserve answers."

The latina couldn't hold it back. She was sure her loathing could show through her eyes and her body language. She wanted to slap the shit of her.

"I don't know, a-about six months?" another wave of tears welled up in her eyes, her arms wrapped around herself to find comfort. Harmony was afraid, pure and so obvious. "Tina found out about it the first month, I begged her to not tell because I knew how hurt you would be San, I've tried to stop-"

"I just asked two questions, and I got my answers, now get the fuck out of my apartment," she threw the blouse at her, like it would give her some kind of closure. Her teeth gritted and her jaw clenched. "OUT!"

Harmony once again tried to explain as she shoved her out of the apartment, but Santana wouldn't take it in. She cut out her voice, slamming the door in her face without shoes or coat.

Her cries shook her body as she slumped down in the middle of the living room, Santana tried to control it but it was pointless. Suddenly she realized she was wearing Harmony's sweatpants and ripped them off her body. She felt disgusting, dirty. Her ex-girlfriend had been having sex with her, and some other girl at the same time. She had kissed her, probably just an hour after Harmony had fucked someone else.

Making her way into the bathroom, she stripped down until she wasn't wearing anything, hugging herself as she stepped into the shower; tears were streaming down from her swollen eyes, blending with the warm water that was hitting her skin. Frenetically pulling out a bottle of soap the started scrubbing her skin.

When she stepped out of the shower three hours later, she wasn't feeling any cleaner.


Present day

Santana scowled down at the post-it, the anger and hatred making it slightly hard to breathe.

We need to talk, I'll come by tomorrow around six
- Tina

Not giving it more of her attention, she crushed it with her hand and shook her head in disbelievement. How could Tina think that she would want to talk to her again? She had lied to her for months. Her best friend, her supposed to be sister. They had been inseparable. And she had betrayed her and lied to her, just like Harmony. This was bull-fucking-shit.


AN2: The name of this fic is from Lady Gaga's song Electric Chapel. If you look closely at the names of the chapters, you'll also see that a few is from the song.

Let me know if there is any errors, thank you.