A/N 4 DAYS UNTIL GLEE!

Chapter 14

Santana's P.O.V

I was a bit overwhelmed by the reaction of the crowd. After everything that had happened I thought playing music and performing was a silly habit that I had to get over. I had forgotten how therapeutic music could be. Sam placed his hand at the small of my back, guiding me off stage.

He smiled his gigantic smile and pulled me into a tight hug. "That was awesome, Santana!" He said holding me close. I let my eyes close into his embrace and let out a huge breath of air I didn't even know I was holding.

He pulled back and put his hands on my shoulders keeping eye contact with me. "You never told me you could sing like that! And play the guitar that well!" He was way too excited for his own good. "We have to do this again!" Sam almost yelled.

"Would you calm the fuck down?!" I asked him. "It was just one song, doesn't mean I'll do it again." I said as I put his hands off me.

"Oh come on!" He whined. Yes, he actually whined. All of a sudden his eyes got wide and he just looked at me. Creeping me out.

"Why are you looking me like that?" I asked me as I hit his arm, trying to stop him from looking like that.

"Are you?" He stopped talking.

"Am I what?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Are you gonna talk to her?" He asked me. I knew by 'her' he meant Brittany. That much was obvious.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" I asked him. There was no way in hell he could be serious.

"What?!" He shrieked. "That song was basically telling her you were ready to talk to her. "You can't just avoid her forever.

I knew he was right. I knew it. But I also knew I had a temper. I took a step forward him, getting into his face. "Mind your own business." I told him harshly as I poke him on the chest. I didn't even wait for his reaction as I turned around and walked away from him.

I decided I had done enough for the night and made my way towards the door. Just as I was about to push it a voice stopped me.

"That was awesome, Santana." I froze. My hand was on the door handle but I couldn't bring myself to push it. Slowly I turned around to be able to face Quinn. She had a small smile on her face and her hands were deep in her jeans pocket.

"Thanks." I was uncomfortable. For some reason I had a feeling I wouldn't like what Quinn was about to tell me.

"I'm sure this" She took one hand off her jeans to point at the stage behind her "was everything but easy for you." She stopped talking and I just looked at her waiting for her to continue.

"But if you really want to talk to Brittany you better be serious about it." She took a couple of steps towards me until she was a few inches from my face, much like I had just done with Sam.

"Because if you think I'm just going to sit back and watch you hurt her again you're sadly mistaken." She finished in a whisper. I blinked once. Then I blinked again. Was Quinn really threatening me?

Back in McKinley I would have laughed in her face. Yet she seemed so serious that I couldn't bring myself to do it. So I just looked at her and waited until she was done saying everything she had to say. "That being said, I'm not sure doing all that talking to her tonight is a good idea." She stopped, waiting for a reaction from me. I just nodded. She pulled a napkin out of her pocket and handed it over to me. "Call her whenever you like."

I blinked again. My brain had trouble processing everything that Quinn had just said. I walked a tiny step forward eventually leaving almost no place at all between us and got into her face as well. "Don't ever get into my face again, Quinn. It might have been years but I can still cut a bitch." I whispered harshly in her face before taking a step backwards, snatching the napkin from her hand and turning away from her. That time nothing stopped me from getting out of the bar.

I walked away from the bar in a rapid pace. To say I was pissed off would be an understatement. I understood where Quinn was coming from but by no means she had to get in my face like that. I knew if I ever wanted to talk to Brittany again I knew I would have to get by Quinn first and I was pretty sure I did not like that idea. At all.

After a few blocks I slowed down my pace and took a deep breath. I had to calm down. Only then did I realize I still had the napkin in my hand. I noticed a small park and walked into it deciding to sit down for a little while. I took my phone out of my pockets and created a new contact for Brittany's number. Being me I knew I would eventually lose the napkin if I didn't put the number in my phone. I just sat there looking at Brittany's phone number. I don't know how long I sat there, trying to decide if a text or a call was the better idea.

I stood up and placed my phone back in my pocket before walking away from the park. I knew it was getting late and I better get home soon. I had class in the morning after all.

About thirty minutes I got into my apartment and decided I'd take a shower in the morning. I was exhausted. I changed clothes before getting into bed. I checked my phone to make sure I still had an alarm set for tomorrow morning. I played with my phone for god knows how long before clicking on Brittany's number and decided to send a text. I typed, erased and put my phone away several times before growing a pair and finally send the damn text.

Hi, it's Santana. I think we need to talk.

I put my phone on my bedside table and let myself fall on the bed. I don't even know why I bothered. I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight.