New chapter, hope you all enjoy it.

A couple of minutes after she had sent the texts she received two replies in rapid succession.

What did you do? - Quinn

I'm home please leave me alone, it's the least you can do- Rachel

Santana felt even more deflated but Rachel's flat out rejection that she had ever thought she would be, the hope that Quinn could help her was probably the only thing keeping her sober.

Santana huffed at Rachel's reply but respected her wishes and so she didn't reply. Quinn's text however she quickly replied to, needing the girls help in fixing the situation.

She found out about the bet and she's pissed. I don't know what to do. Pleeeeeeeeease help me Quinn- S

Okay this is what we're going to do, you are going to get some sleep and tomorrow I'll figure something out to help with your dilemma- Q

Thanks Quinsy, you're a good friend- S

For once she didn't even question Quinn which left the other girl more than a little worried. Santana changed and attempted to get a good night rest before the busy day that she knew tomorrow would be.

Santana was awakened by a loud banging that sounded like it came from a fair distance away; she looked up at the clock with groggy trying to make out the time. It was 7 o clock and that was not putting Santana in a better mood than she already been in last night.

Agh, last night, she couldn't believe how well it had gone and then how amazingly she had been able to screw it up, she didn't even have to open her mouth this time.

Santana sighed and rolled out of bed, she quickly threw on a hoodie and didn't bother to change out of her pyjama shorts as she knew it was just Quinn being annoyingly early as usual. That girl really had to work on her timing.

"God Quinn it's early!" Santana said as she threw the door open.

"Yeah, don't dress on account of us," Puck said grinning from his position behind Quinn.

Instead of just Quinn she was greeted by a variety of faces, Puck, Mike, Tina and Brittany all flanked Quinn.

"Oh please like I've got any modesty left between the five of you," Santana said rolling her eyes, leaving the door open as she made her way to the kitchen expecting the other to take her lead.

"She has a point," Tina said hopping on to a bar stool in the kitchen. Mike positioned himself at her back, leaning into Tina comfortably he smiled lovingly to her. Brittany lifted herself to sit on the counter, which Puck and Quinn were both leaning on.

Santana put on a pot of coffee, there was no way she would get through this without a heavy dose of caffeine to keep her going.

"You know I made that happen right?" Santana asked Mike with a raised eyebrow as she motioned between him and Tina.

"I already told him that you sent me after him, and that I wrote the notes," Tina said smugly, squeezing Mikes hand as she did.

"Why do you feel the need to destroy all my happiness Wu Tang?" Santana sighed unhappily.

"Could we please focus on the issue at hand?" Quinn snapped before Tina could retort.

"Yeah! Like why aren't Quinn and I together?" Puck added to the conversation.

"We would be a smoking couple," Puck said when Quinn just looked at him blankly.

"Ew!," was the blondes only response.

"Quinn can't date you because she likes dolphins as much as me," Brittany said quietly, she appeared deep in though and was oblivious to the looks the others were giving her.

"What the hell does that even mean," Puck said after a long pause.

"Oh trust me you really don't want to know because that would just ruin the fantasy you've been living," Santana smile knowingly as she replied to Puck.

"Seriously Brittany you have to learn how to filter these thing, because that just got to be way too much information," Tina said shaking her when she finally figured out what the ditzy blonde was referring to.

"I have no idea what's even happening," Mike said to the room.

"You're not alone man," Puck said equally confused.

"Ok that's enough! Please try to focus," Quinn said clapping her hands to get the others attention before Santana explained Brittany's 'dolphins are just gay sharks' to the boys.

"Yeah, why are we here again?" Puck asked genuinely baffled.

"Oh my God, I've told you like 7 times already. Santana screwed up big time with Rachel and we need help to try and figure out how to fix it," Quinn said sighing in annoyance at the boy's ignorance.

"Okay then let's think," Puck said in mock determination.

Santana had a feeling that this so called meeting of the mind would not end out to be all to helpful for her but she had a cup of coffee in her already so she knew it wouldn't be as bad as 10 minutes before. The whole room looked to be in deep though about to help Santana in her dilemma, both Brittany and Puck seemed to be concentrating so hard that they seemed to be in pain.

"Choclate?" Puck suggested after a while.

"She's a vegan," Santana quickly replied.

"Flowers?" Tina said.

"She has allergies," Santana replied again.

"Seriously San, You couldn't chose anyone more high maintenance could you?" Quinn said rolling her eyes at all the rebuffs coming from Santana.

"Why don't you just sing to her?" Brittany suggested, she had given up the heavy concentration and was just grinning now.

"That's actually a pretty good suggestion, we all know how much Rachel loves Glee," Quinn said nodding her head in agreement.

"Oh yeah thank for all the help from you and your crack team here," Santana said sarcastically.

"If it wasn't for Brittany we might have been brainstorming in this kitchen for a good couple of hours.

"San?" Quinn said.

"Yeah?" Santana replied.

"Shut up. I have a really good plan," Quinn said sharply.

"You better because those two are playing with the dishwasher," Santana said pointing to Puck and Brittany who were pushing random button on the machine. "And the Asians are making out in my kitchen."

Quinn just grinned before beckoning the darker girl closer and letting her in on their plan.