I still haven't decided if this is going to be Faberry or Quinntana. I also haven't had time in making corrections, sorry for the errors.

Chapter 12

I stayed cradled in her arms until the cries have died down. She just rocked me back and forth and hums songs to keep me calm. When she thought I was asleep except from the quieter sobs, she took my face into her hands and wiped the excesses of tears.

She looked at me lovingly and almost impressed? I quirked an eyebrow at her and wondered why "What?" I asked.

"How can someone still look gorgeous after crying buckets of tears, your make-up didn't even run!" She said in disbelief.

I blushed at this because how does anyone get used to gushing comments? I know I'd never do.

"Rachel" I started, like scolding a child. "My make-up is mac, it has to stay intact. I am a cheerleader of course, I should never look my worse" I said in cheer type and clapped my hands together towards the end.

"Witty." She ticked her tongue and slightly shoved me back. "Uhuh!" I agreed.

There were a few more bantering; I'm guessing she wanted to have the tension die down before she plunges in with her questioning.

"So" she drawled the syllable, "You love Santana huh?" she asked.

"I didn't say love…" I defended and she raised her eyebrow challengingly at me. "No, you didn't." she agreed. "But you did say you have feelings."

"Okay, I did." A pause, "but it could be that I hate her?" I laughed at my attempt to save myself from further humiliation.

"I" I sighed and inhaled. "I" a beat, "You have feelings for her" she supplied. I nodded.

I pursed my lips, trying to compose how to say it. "I don't know how it started." She was just waiting for me to patiently proceed.

"Just that one day, I have all this feelings for her." I tried to recall how it all began and so I told Rachel how.

**FLASHBACK**

"Alright! Gather around pitches!" Santana shouted at the crowd of horny football players and flirty cheerleaders.

"We are going to do this, randomized style." She ordered. "Randomized?" one of the other cheerleaders asked.

"Yes Naomi, randomized." She said sarcastically. "I'll chose who goes first, he/she will do whatever I think of" she had an evil smirked in her face. "7 minutes in heaven, truth or double dare, saints and sinners…yada yada"

"That's scary" one football player said "Amazing actually" Brittany commented "To make it more fun, if it's a 2 for 1 action, you spin the bottle to choose who to do it for/with/to" she added.

"That's right Britt" I confirmed and everyone tensed a little after.

"Does the person who did something get to choose who goes next?" I asked and Santana nodded her yes.

"Okay, let's start." She scanned the people around and focused on Rachel. "Hobbit! Lick salt off of Finns belly button" Rachel made a face but does it otherwise, suffice to say Finn ran towards the nearest restroom to do god knows what.

Rachel who looked like she was controlling her gag reflex focused on Mercedes "Cedes, hit Kurt's face with cherry pie." Kurt, that poor kid had horror all over his face but brazen up "Bring it on!" he said.

Everyone had a laugh out of it and then when he had wiped most of the pie off his face turned to Santana.

"Santana" he said seriously, "I think I deserve a double hit on this one, why don't we up this game up a bit huh?" he dared the Latina and knowing Santana, she pretended to consider it and nodded her confirmation.

"Anything to make this more fun." She said.

"1st. I want you to say your truth and then follow it up with a double dare." He said, testing the water. Santana just waited looking bored. "Go on." She said.

"Who would you like to kiss more among your best friends?" Kurt asked and Santana was shell shocked. "Quinn or Britt" he clarified. Both Britt and I's attention was caught up, seemed unfair, but that is the rule of the game everyone is to participate.

"Brittany S. Pierce" she answered in confidence, sure that's fine, but I felt a little humiliated. "I'm sure you're going to ask me to kiss or something, so go on… what's the dare?" she asked rather impatiently.

"For your double dare" Kurt had an evil smirk on his face, we all knew how twisted he can make this up and everyone was at the edge of their seats. "Quinn and Santana, go have your 7 minutes in heaven." He ordered. I literally paled at this. I was looking at Kurt as if saying what the hell? He just shrugged and said sorry

End of Flashback

Rachel was making a face, much like the one she had that night at the party. I had to suppress my laughter because this is a serious matter and we weren't actually focusing on her, so I decided to leave the teasing at another time.

"But Santana said nothing happened." She asked a little expectantly. "I mean, I remembered her looking for Britt when you got out and begged her to believe nothing happened." She elaborated. I remember that night fatefully. It was one of the worst and most unforgettable as well.

"I was at the den when Santana came out looking for Brittany." She started telling what she witnessed. "I was there and he looked for her." I was just listening intently. All I remembered was smeared lipsticks and the butterflies in my stomach, but Rachel saw what was on the sidelines, something that I needed to hear.

"Brittany was livid and was crying" Rachel continued. "She was accusing Santana to having enjoyed that "7 minutes" with you." She paused, thinking of how to say the next words "she accused Santana have always wanted to catch a score with you."

I contemplated on whether I'd want Rachel to continue still with the story to just cut her out and just have the memory I have with me instead. I decided to let her continue instead and she obliged.

"Santana said she only sees you as a friend and that kissing you was just to uphold her reputation." Rachel said the next words more quietly "She said that kissing you meant nothing, like kissing a sister. There were no butterflies, it was not special." Rachel tried to reach for my hand and I was just too stunned to shake them away, so I let her.

There were tears forming in my eyes again, I took my time in calming my aching heart. I looked at Rachel and said "Well, it had a different effect on my unfortunately"