When Quinn arrived back in New Haven, she found that she had what seemed like a hole in her stomach. A pit, that couldn't be filled and she couldn't explain it. Once she parked she checked her phone and saw the text from Santana.

It made her stomach flutter. And it was a odd feeling because she had both feelings at the same time. She stared at the text from Santana for a few minutes before getting out of her car.

Quinn got out of her car and headed to class to take her exam., but not before texting back.

I'll miss you too San.

Santana was sitting in the cafeteria with Caitlyn when she got a reply from Quinn. She smiled, a little too wide. She felt something hit her forehead and realized that Caitlyn had thrown a tatertot at her.

"A text from Quinn?"

"Shut the fuck up, Caitlyn." She chuckled.

"It issss, isn't it." Caitlyn shook her head. "I don't get why neither of you will admit it. I saw you both the entire time she was here. The way you guys started sitting super close when we were playing Playstation? The way you sat behind her and then helped her play?"

Santana's jaw dropped. "She was doing shitty, Cait. I had to help her."

"Yeah and you could've helped her by just taking the remote like I used to do with you when you first started playing." Caitlyn started laughing. "But no, you sat behind her. It's kinda like how I went on that date to the pool hall a few weeks ago and Tyler wanted to help me. Stood behind me and grabbed the stick with me."

It was true. The girls had been drinking and it just sort of happened. Santana couldn't deny it.

"I just want to tell you. A drunken mind speaks sober thoughts, San. Are you definitely sure that there's nothing there?"

Santana didn't know how to answer that question. She hadn't really thought about it too much, just when she smoked her cigarette on the park bench after Quinn left. When she got back to her room, she spent a good few hours crying as she started to delete some of the pictures she had of her and Brittany. She couldn't delete all of them, because it just didn't feel right. She felt guilty, like if she deleted all the pictures then it would be like she was really admitting that it was over. But it was, wasn't it? Brittany was engaged now.

Caitlyn shook Santana from her thoughts, and quickly changed the subject noticing her mood change. "I'm sorry, I won't bring it up again."

"No Cait, it's okay. I mean- I don't know if I have feelings for her." Santana was moving her spaghetti around on her plate with her fork. "We both just got our hearts broken, her not as much as me. Or well, not to that extent of me."

"Well, don't rush it. But if somewhere down the line, you feel like there might be something there then you should go for it. You and Brittany haven't been together for a while now, and you deserve to be happy. Whatever you choose to do? I'm here for you."

"I appreciate you, you know that?" Santana took one last bite of her food before standing up. "We gotta get going though. We have Daytona prep to get started on."

The girls placed their trays on the return rack and walked out to the field together.

After practice, Santana decided to head back to Caitlyn's apartment with her. Practice was long and grueling, but it's what was expected since Daytona competition wasn't going to be light. Nationals for cheer was the big time. It was four times larger than any high school competition she had ever been to and she was excited. Caitlyn and Santana bombarded Quinn with Daytona videos while she was over. So many videos to the point where Quinn had to tell them they weren't going to watch any more routines.

Santana took pride in cheering for a team that consistently went to Daytona. The competition was less than four weeks away and she knew that they needed to put in work to place. The competition was tough, but she didn't have any doubts. She wasn't competing in the large coed cheer competition, but with the girls 4 stunt group.

Coach Sue never really put her stunting to work with the Cheerios because they never needed to. So she was beyond ecstatic when her coach at Louisville let her try out for the stunt team and she made it. The team consisted of Caitlyn, Morgan, Justine and herself. They worked together like a well oiled machine, and their moves were never less than perfect. Santana was the flyer.

"Today was good. We're gonna do great in Daytona." Caitlyn told Santana as she came walking back out of her room. "How'd you feel today?"

"Good. I felt bad for accidently hitting Justine in her face though."

"She'll be fine. Dont worry."

It was Friday, so they weren't going to have practice until early afternoon the next day. Which was great because Santana was exhausted. They spent the night watching their recorded videos of their stunts from that day.

When they were in the middle of their last video, Santana's phone started to ring- and it was Quinn.

"Go. I'll be here." Caitlyn smiled.

Santana got up and went onto the balcony to answer her FaceTime.

"Hey Q, whatsup?"

"Nothing much, I just wanted to see how practice went today. Did you hit the diomidov to handski?"

Santana smiled, because Quinn really called to see how practice went.

"I hit it. Finally."

"Good! I'm proud of you." Quinn smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired for sure. I mean, practice really wiped me out." Santana knew that wasn't what Quinn was asking though, she wanted to know how she was doing. "I'm fine, Q. I promise."

"Okay. Cause I was worried about you today you know. You didn't leave my mind at all. Maybe that's why you're so tired." Quinn held her hand up. "Cause you been running through my mind all day.

"Jesus that was horrible." They both laughed. "How are you though? I mean, the past few days have been all about me and I didn't even ask how you're doing with the whole, you know. Berry thing."

"That? Ah, I mean- I think I'm over it to be honest. I've barely thought about her in the past few weeks, I don't even have the urge to talk to her."

That was the opening.

"Anyone else, you see like that?"

"What do you mean San?"

"I mean, do you like anyone I guess?"

She felt like she was in high school again. Her stomach was in knots. Santana wanted to know the answer, but was scared that it wasn't going to be what she wanted to hear.

"Honestly I'm not sure." Quinn finally answered after what seemed like hours.

"Oh, I see."

Quinn could hear it in Santana's voice. There was something there, but she wasn't going to question it. Not yet.

"But hey, I'll let you get some sleep. And make sure you send me some of your videos okay? I know you recorded some of the stunts today."

A smile broke through, "I will. And hey, thanks for calling Q. I miss you."

"I miss you too, San. I'll text you tomorrow okay? Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

And they hung up.

Santana walked back inside to see Caitlyn patiently waiting her return.

"So you were saying you didn't have feelings for her?"

"Shut up, Cait."