Mistakes are mine

-RCV

After the tour, Santana and Quinn were both still recovering from Rachel's un-Rachel-like outburst. Thanks to the Gossip Twins, Rachel's arrival spread quickly around the school by the first period bell. Santana knew she should've changed her number after she received the mass text message from the Glee Club. Fucking idiots thought Rachel would jump back into the chaos. Santana sighed as LJ took the seat next to her. She wanted to be annoyed, but she would admit he was better conversation than most people. She saw Tori and Quinn sit at the desk beside them, and whispered a quick prayer for whoever would be unlucky enough to date Tori. The girl was a sociopath, and Santana couldn't figure out how but Tori and Quinn hit it off immediately. If that wasn't an indication that something was off, then nothing else would be. Of course, that made Santana think about her own relationship with Quinn, and that gave her a headache, so she gave up.

"Why did you and blondie torment my sister?"

Santana grimaced. "She told you that?"

"Rachel was an open book in Seattle. She told me all about her experience here, but I wanna hear it from one of her main tormentors."

Santana twitched and said, "I really wish you would stop calling me that."

"Would you prefer her one-time lover?"

Santana's eyes widened. "She told you that too?"

"She admitted it offhandedly."

"What happened between us-

"If you say an accident, a mistake, or a misunderstanding, I'll slam your face onto the table and leave your face print in the marble," he deadpanned.

Santana shifted in her seat a little at the threat, knowing he was being serious, and said, "I was going to say what happened between us shouldn't have happened in that way. I don't regret having sex with her. I just wish it wasn't under those circumstances."

"What? Drunk?"

"No, angry. I was angry at my girlfriend at the time and took it out on someone who probably didn't even know she was a distraction. But like I said, I don't regret the sex. It was better than the sex I was having at the time," Santana paused and added, "Do not tell her I said that."

"Not my business. Why did you torment her? And don't lie."

"Because I was jealous of her. She was confident in herself and I wasn't. I hated what she stood for, and I thought if I could break her then it would make me feel better. It didn't."

LJ hummed. He patted her shoulder and said, "Tori and I decided early on that you and Quinn have a second chance with her. Don't fuck it up."

"Noted," Santana muttered.

"Tell me who I need to avoid. My sister and I aren't the friendly types."

"I would have never guessed," Santana said wryly. "Avoid anyone in the Glee Club. Avoid most of the teachers. Everyone but me, Quinn, and your sisters. Puck is okay. I can't think of anyone else."

"Ah yes, I remember the stories about the Glee Club. I'd never seen Rachel go through a bottle of whiskey like that."

"They're a special breed of fucked," Santana muttered, looking at a couple that had just entered the room.

"Name them again?" he said, pulling out his phone.

"Kurt and Mercedes, Tina, Mike, Sam, Blaine, Finn, Brittany, and Artie. Though I'm sure I'm missing some," she said, cocking her head. "It changed before we disbanded. People joined, and others left. Honestly, I don't even remember."

"Fair enough," he said distractedly.

LJ finished typing on his phone and passed it over to Tori, who took it with as much enthusiasm as one would at a three-hour lecture on rocket science. She read over it, her eyes showing no emotion, and she passed it back to him with a slight head nod. Santana could easily see an entire conversation pass between them, and LJ put his phone back into his pocket. There was a beat of time where LJ seemed content to scowl at anyone who looked at him, something Santana found more amusing than she cared to admit, before he turned to her.

"What is your relationship with Quinn?" he asked.

"I guess telling you we're just friends won't pass?"

LJ raised an eyebrow, and Santana ran a hand down her face. "It's complicated. She's my best friend, and yeah, we kiss and hold hands and have sex, but we both know there's more to it," she said.

"And Rachel? How does she play into this?"

"What makes you think she does?"

"I read people. That interaction today in the hallway was charged with so much sexual tension that it could power an entire city."

Santana glanced at Quinn, the blonde not even pretending that she wasn't listening, and sighed. "I have feelings for Rachel as well," she said. "As does Quinn."

"Really?" LJ mused. "Good."

"Good? Why good?"

LJ jerked his head towards the door as Rachel entered. The girl ignored the whispers and the hand-pointing, and she sat down in the only empty seat, which was unfortunate.

"You should probably switch seats with your sister," Santana said.

"Who is that?"

Santana had a weird look in her eyes as she spoke. "Finn," she said. "He doesn't have a good track record with Rachel."

LJ had obviously heard the name before, and he moved quickly. He tapped Rachel on the shoulder, jerked his thumb to the back, and Rachel seemed relieved. Santana then realized Rachel would be sitting in the seat beside her, which…in hindsight…was a bad idea. LJ sat next to Finn and pulled out his phone, ignoring Finn completely. Santana caught Quinn glaring at her from the corner of her eye and she rolled her eyes. She looked at Rachel, who was already smirking, and Santana huffed.

"I'm sorry about earlier," she gritted out. "I resorted to old habits, and that wasn't fair of me."

"Oh, so you finally remembered that I've seen you naked?" Rachel said.

"Why would- wait, are you not mad at me?" Santana asked.

"No, I'm pissed at you, but I can't take it out on you in class now can I?"

Santana tried not to pout, she really did, but she failed. Rachel snorted and leaned forward onto her elbows. The action caused her hoodie to rise even more, and Santana caught sight of tanned skin and a tattoo of a wolf.

"Won't your girlfriend mind all the staring you're doing?" Rachel asked, smirking.

Santana blinked and tore her eyes away from the tattoo. "How did you-

"Two and two will always equal four," Rachel said, glancing over at Santana. There was a playful look in her eyes, but Santana could also see something else. She was definitely regretting not picking the other sibling. At least she knew where she stood with Tori. Santana glanced at Quinn, who shrugged helplessly, and then looked back at Rachel.

"Don't be too shocked. Rumors here are not always about me," she said. "I know all about you and Quinn. It's very sweet."

"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic."

Rachel winked and that's when the teacher walked into the room. Santana stared at the side of Rachel's head for the longest before she gave up trying to figure out what happened. Rachel was openly flirting with her even though she knew she was dating Quinn. It was like The Twilight Zone.

Santana shook her head and laid it down on the table. She had a headache and it felt like her world was spinning. She kept it like that for a majority of the class. When she wasn't painfully aware of Rachel sitting so close, Santana was dreading their next period. She'd glanced at the schedules for mostly everyone while she was in Coach Sue's office, and knew where most people were at all times of the day. They got lucky with just Tina and Artie having their first period, but the Gossip Twins had their second period, and she was almost positive that one of them would say something stupid.

They might even try and sing a damn song to try and 'woo' Rachel back to Glee.