Brittany's eyes shot instantly towards Santana as Santana's jaw clenched tightly. Did this stranger just say he was Quinn's fiancé? That couldn't be right…. Quinn never mentioned anything about being engaged let alone seeing anyone. Turmoil rose up in Santana's thoughts as her eyes traced over the stranger's features, weighing up his gigantic size.

"Who are you?" Santana asked in an almost whisper

"Finn Hudson" Finn said before smiling warmly.

Another crack appeared in Santana's features as Brittany watched her cautiously. This couldn't be good…. Santana took a deep breath before hardening her features, throwing a veil over her true emotions which rampaged underneath her skin.

"And You're her finance?" Santana asked again, measuring the tone of her voice.

Finn nodded his head totally oblivious to the fact that Santana was a few seconds away from tearing his face apart. For a few moments' he let his eyes trail over the Latina's group of friends and for the first time he realized that half of the mohawked boys face was pink…

"Sorry for asking… but uhm… why is half you're face pink?" Finn asked, obviously very accustomed to the ailment of foot in mouth disease.

"Because we were out of blue" Pick quipped, leaving the Finn with a few confused expression on his face.

"Santana?!" Brittany suddenly cried as Santana turned on her heels and started to walk away; her neck muscles tight and back taut.

"So is that a yes to the fiancé question?" Finn dared to ask as Brittany started to run after Santana.

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Quinn's Fiancé? Now that would've been a nice little piece of information before Santana did something as stupid as fall inlove with Quinn. Did Quinn think she would be able to get away with this? Use Santana as a plaything while she was happily married to GIGANTOR over there? Yes logically Santana should've first asked Quinn to explain herself… but what good would that do? Just to hear Quinn try and readjust the truth to fit herself?

ARGH!

"Santana!"

Santana took a deep breath before turning around to see Brittany practically fumbling in her heels, trying to get to Santana.

"Santana!" Brittany cried out once more. She had to stop Santana before she did something stupid…. She knew how Santana was when she was drunk and livid. Quinn would stand no chance.

"Don't try and stop me Brittany!" Santana growled before turning around once more.

"Santana…" Brittany tried once more but it was useless, Santana had already gotten in her car.

Santana turned her car on, revving it before she drove out in a haze of rage. Santana's vision was red as she sped passed every stop sign and red traffic light. Santana didn't care anymore…. What was this? All of this time? A FUCKING waste of every emotion; every second…. ARGH. Santana's breathing grew rapid as her body began to shake as she felt every piece of her shattered heart slicing into her. In a screeching halt… she arrived as Quinn's apartment…. Unhurt but fuming. Every thought in her head screaming that she should turn back… but what was the point? Finn was here and Quinn was engaged to him… that would not change. Santana couldn't magically wish that Quinn hadn't lied to her….

Santana took a deep breath before she fixed her hair, stopping to take a quick look at herself in the rear-view mirror. Her pupils were dilated and her cheeks puffy… She wasn't exactly a work of art right now? But who cared right? Who cared about anything anymore…..

Santana walked over to Quinn's door swiftly before rapidly knocking on the door… harder and harder as her thoughts once again trailed back to Quinn's tall man-boy. That's why Quinn never answered Puck's continuous questions about her dating status. Why Quinn would get message late at night and avoid telling Santana who it was from… And all this time? Santana had just thought that Finn was the nice little boy that protected Quinn from Karofsky. HA! They were FUCKING engaged…. Engaged…. Surely Quinn could've found time to tell her that right?

The door suddenly opened, revealing a very sleepy looking Quinn who rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"Santana?" Quinn croaked as she tried to focus on the clearly drunk Latina before her. Santana better have a damn good reason for this.

Santana's jaw clenched as she tried to still her breathing, quiet her temper… but nothing helped.

"It's 1 o clock in the morning. What are you doing here?" Quinn grumbled before leaving her hold on the door and turning around.

"Well… I came to ask when you were planning on telling me that you were engaged Princess" Santana growled before placing her hand on the door frame, trying to still her spinning world.

The fury dripped from Santana's tongue as the anger finally took hold of her. Quinn seemed taken aback as she turned around quickly, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Oh… and not only that. You failed to tell me that you're engaged to FINN… Who for some reason thought you'd be at our graduation party." Santana continued before a cold laugh escaped her lips.

"Santana" Quinn started but was silenced as she saw Santana's hands bunch up, leaving her knuckles white.

"All honesty Quinn. I didn't come here to hear you're excuses… I just came here to clarify some things between us" Santana said in an icy tone. "That and I wanted to look you in the eye when I ask – Was it worth it?"

Quinn closed the gapped between her and Santana as she cupped Santana's face trying to search for words to explain everything to Santana but her attempt failed as Santana pushed her hand away forcefully. Nothing but anger and hate stared back at her from Santana's black eyes….

"You played me… Every second was nothing more than a fucked up little game in your head Quinn. Do you know how messed up that is?" Santana shouted as a lone tear ran down her cheek.

Quinn moved closer to Santana to brush her tear away-

"Touch me again and I won't be held accountable for my actions Quinn" Santana threatened as she flared her nostrils.

Quinn retracted her hand slowly before a wash of tears started to cascade down her cheek. This could not be happening right now… She was going to tell Santana.. but it wasn't the time yet. FUCK how could fate play start a cruel trick on the both of them. But she couldn't explain everything to Santana while she was in this state…

"Baby… maybe you should go lie down. We can speak about this tomorrow morning?" Quinn pleaded, fearing Santana's frame of mind.

"Don't you get it Quinn. I don't want to be around you right now… Your house… Your bed… Your space… I can barely stand the sight of you right now. You played me like a fool! FOR FUCKSAKES QUINN. I'm not your toy…" Santana cried out before running her hand through her hair.

The brutal blow forced an icy cold shatter of pain down Quinn throat as she placed her hand over her chest.

"Please Santana" Quinn whispered "Please…"

Santana gripped Quinn wrist forcefully but not enough to hurt Quinn. This caught Quinn by shock, making her look up once more…

"Do you love me?" Santana suddenly exclaimed, her eyes fixed on Quinn's.

Love? Quinn didn't even know if she liked Santana right now… let alone love…

Santana released her hold of Quinn's as the corners of her mouth curved into a sad smile… her tears suddenly gripping to the lining of her throat. Santana's mouth felt dry, which made her lick her bottom lip thoughtlessly.

"I really hope he's the one Quinn" Santana whispered before making her way to leave.

"Santana…" Quinn tried out but Santana just spared her one last look before disappearing out the door.

"Santana…." Quinn whispered again before she leaned back against the wall, her heart suddenly exploding from the hurt which crusaded through every inch of her body. Quinn's fingertips burnt as she held it close to her chest over her heart, feeling her heart rapid beating… as though it was trying to call Santana back. Quinn slid down the wall as her legs finally gave in to the massive weight of hurt which now seemed to crash down on her…

Quinn just sat there and watched as the only person she had ever loved walked out…. And she couldn't do or say anything to change it.