Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, I know last chapter was sucky but it makes me happy to know that people are actually invested in the story :D You may or, most likely, may not enjoy this chapter either but...what's Quinntana without a good argument right...? Also this chapter is significantly shorter than the last but I promise the next ones will make up for it :) Thanks again!

"You are such a fucking bitch, Fabray!" Santana said as she stormed through the door, startling Quinn who was looking through Twitter on her phone waiting for her to come back from the bathroom.

"Looks like someone's feeling better." Quinn said blankly before looking back to her phone.

Santana stalked over to the bed and ripped Quinn's phone from her hands, "What the hell, Santana?"

Santana poked around on her phone before she threw it back on the bed, "Why do you have his number?" She asked, irritatedly.

"Why are you acting like I'm not allowed to talk to people aside from you?" Quinn retorted.

Santana scowled, "Oh cut the shit, Fabray." She said, "Why are you acting like you're fifteen again? You know I kinda thought you grew past the bitchy, manipulative thing after Shelby felt the need to leave Lima again because you were a psychotic bitch."

Quinn pursed her lips, "And I thought you grew past the denying your feelings and waiting until it's too late thing after you lost Brittany to Artie." She retorted.

Santana crossed her arms and leaned forward a little bit, "See? Bitch."

"What did you expect me to do Santana just sit there and listen to you talk shit about me and about Beth? That got you a bitch slap last time, you know not to bring her up." Quinn explained through gritted teeth.

Santana's glare faltered at Quinn's use of the word "shit" which they both know she rarely uses, "You're still not past that yet? You're nineteen Quinn, you had her when you were what, sixteen? You're a, well I thought you were a completely different person now. But it hurts doesn't it? Someone using something they know will upset you just to get a reaction out of you? What a dick move." She said sarcastically.

Quinn scowled at her, "You don't just "get over" giving your child up for adoption Santana, especially when you know who has her and they won't let you see her. Now I'm done with this conversation, so shut up."

"I'm not done talking so don't tell me to shut up, got it?" Santana asked angrily, "Why are you talking to him?" She asked.

Quinn rolled her eyes, "I wasn't even going to keep his number, Santana, I thought you supposedly knew what I was up to." She said in a somewhat mocking tone.

"Apparently I don't know anything when it comes to you anymore." She replied.

Quinn scoffed, "If you would just stop being a little bitch about this whole thing I wouldn't have even given him a second look in the first place. I'm not a mind reader, Santana. I don't know what you're doing or how you feel or anything because you don't freaking talk about shit with me. "Trust me" hasn't exactly worked out in my favor in the past." Quinn said getting irritated herself.

"I'm here, aren't I? I'm getting pissed about you flirting with some guy instead of spending time with me, aren't it? I took two days off of work even though my boss argued with me about it for like a week and I came all the way here to see you and spend time with you and you still don't get it?" Santana asked, raising her voice slightly.

Quinn looked at her for a moment but before she could speak, Santana continued, "You know I'm right, you're just so insecure that you think everyone is out to get you and mind fuck you all the time and you constantly need validation and approval. I can't give you that every fucking day and you know that." She explained.

Quinn pursed her lips, "Really." She said blankly.

"I'm not good talking about this shit and I may not be the best at showing it but at least I'm fucking trying and you know that. I don't know what else you want from me!" Santana exclaimed with frustration.

"All I want is for you to tell me you want to be with me and stop beating around the damn bush for once in your life! It's not that freaking hard." Quinn said, tiredly.

"And what's gonna happen after I do that, hmm? You're still gonna need that validation and shit and its gonna drive both of us crazy. I told you this wasn't gonna work and you didn't listen to me. Like always." Santana said.

"Then just leave, Santana. Stop arguing with me about this, okay? You're getting what you wanted, I'll leave you alone and we'll pretend this never happened and that we both don't want it to happen and continue living our lives as usual wondering what would've happened." Quinn said angrily as she started to stand up, "I'm sorry I care so much about you that I just want to know you feel the same way."

Santana gaped at her, "I'm not leaving." She said simply.

"Yes, you are. You just said this isn't working and never will so...I'm tired of waiting around for something that's not even going to happen." Quinn said as she went around the room finding Santana's things and throwing them in her bag.

As Quinn walked by her Santana grabbed her hand and yanked her back to stand in front of her, "I am not leaving, Fabray. I don't know if this is another stupid test on your part or what but I am not walking out that fucking door and pretending this never happened."

Santana stared into Quinn's watery eyes, "Why?" Quinn asked in a small voice.

"You don't want that and believe it or not I don't want that. The only reason this isn't working is because neither of us know what the fuck we're doing right now and we just need to figure it out… And I'm fucking tired and feel like shit and where the hell would I go? It's like one in the morning." She said and Quinn just stared at her, "Look, I'll tell you something, okay? Remember the night you told me how you feel? FYI like...seventy-five percent of what I said that night was a load of crap. If you were anyone else I wouldn't care...but you're not and that's what scares me." She said and let go of Quinn before she turned around and walked over to the bed.

Quinn stood there with a perplexed look on her face, "What does that even mean?" She asked, not moving as Santana got comfortable in bed.

"That means I just gave you something to think about before you jump to any more conclusions." Santana said just loud enough for Quinn to hear.

Quinn stood there for another moment just looking at Santana who was laying with her back to Quinn, "That's really all you're gonna say, Santana?" She finally asked.

Santana huffed and twisted around to look at Quinn, "You're not as stupid as you like to act. I'm sure your smart little brain, inebriated or not, can decipher that." She said and Quinn still just looked at her. Santana rolled her eyes, "I'm done talking, just go to bed, Quinn." She said, slightly annoyed as she twisted back around.

Quinn rolled her eyes and started to argue but decided against it. So basically what Santana said, assuming the 25% that's was actually "true" is what she said about Brittany...is that all the excuses she came up with was a bunch of crap? Quinn furrowed her brow as she thought this through because why would she say all of that then? Wouldn't it have just been easier to say she didn't feel the same and move on?

Quinn sighed and rolled her eyes to herself as she walked over towards the bed. She quickly climbed over Santana and crawled under the covers. Santana probably won't even remember this conversation, Quinn thought with another small sigh.