"She has love, Tina has it, even Zizes hooks up…" Quinn stops. She can't finish her sentence.

Santana looks up at the blonde in front of her. She knows who Quinn was gonna say. She knows why it's so hard for Quinn to say it. That person reminds her of everything she gave up.

Quinn sighs as she plops down on the bed behind her. Brittany and Santana take the seats next to her.

"I just want someone to love me," Quinn says through her tears.

"I think I know how to make you feel better," Santana offers.

"I'm flattered Santana, but I'm really not that into that," Quinn informs, turning towards her.

Santana raises an eyebrow, "NO…NO…I'm not talking about that." Santana smiles, "I'm talking about a haircut."

"YES!" Brittany agrees. "Totally."

Quinn nods.

Quinn looks at herself and smiles. Santana can see past the smile to the sadness in her eyes. She has to do something.

"Um…I'll be right back," Santana says leaving Brittany and Quinn.

She sighs not really sure why she is doing this. But she knows the hearts of the two people and no matter how big of a bitch she is, she wants them to be happy. The same happy she wants with Brittany. She takes a deep breathe as she crosses the hall and knocks on the door to the guys' room.

It soon opens with Sam standing on the other side, shoving Cheetos into his mouth.

"What do you want, Santana?" he questions annoyed.

She rolls her eyes, "Can I talk to Puckerman, please?"

"Oh, she said, please," Sam expresses. "Puck, it's for you."

Santana waits patiently as Puck appears.

"What do you want?" he questions leaning on the door frame.

"I need to talk to you," she answers pulling him into the hallway, closing the door behind.

"Look, San, as much as I love us hooking up in the past…"

"Shut up! This isn't about us," Santana expresses trying to put her words together. "Puck, what happened with Quinn? Why did you give up?"

He raises an eyebrow, "What? Where is this coming from?"

Santana looks at the door behind her, before looking back at him, "She misses you."

"WHAT?" he questions, realizing this conversation is getting more and more confusing.

"Quinn misses you!" she specifies.

Puck rubs his forehead a couple times trying to understand.

"Why should I care?"

"Cause you love her."

"No, I don't," he responds quickly.

"You do."

He sighs, "Santana…"

"PUCK, she is miserable. She doesn't believe anyone loves her." Puck looks down at the floor before looking back up at Santana. "I know you do."

So what? I doesn't mean anything. It sure didn't mean anything to her a year ago," he spits out.

"She was scared. Hell, I think she still is, but you are the only one that has truly loved Quinn and you know what she is going through," Santana expresses.

"What am I suppose to do. She's no my problem. I have someone, remember," he says, trying to avoid where Santana was going.

"Zizes?" Puck nods. "Really?"

"What?"

"Puck, don't act like I don't know you. Zizes is a distraction, just like Sam and Finn were for her. They kept you both from dealing with what was right in front of yous," she explains.

"And what was that?"

"Feelings. True honest feelings for each other and…" Santana begins raising an eyebrow. "Dealing with giving her up."

"Don't talk about her!" he exclaims getting in Santana's face.

"Why cause it's too much. Cause it makes those scary feeling reappear?" she asks getting right up in his face.

"Just stop!"

"Talk to her."

"NO!"

"Puck, she is your baby's mother." Puck sighs. "Talk to her."

"Fine," he answers quietly.

AN: I wrote more let me know what you think I will publish more later.