"Hey Q. What's up?"

"Hey San, I've got a question for you."

"Go for it."

"H-How did you know. That you... Liked girls?"

"Wow, sounds like our two time thing has really done a number on you Q. I think you should just ask yourself. Did it feel right? Did being with a woman give you more pleasure then being with a man?"

"I don't know... I mean I've always imagined my future with a guy. I thought it was just an experiment... But that night felt... Different. It felt right, like it was always supposed to be that way... I jus- Oh fuck. San?"

"Yeah Q."

"I'm gay."

"Took you long enough to realize."

"Was it obvious?"

"I'm pretty sure I could buy a textbook, flip to the definition of Sapphic, and your picture would be the definition."

"It was really that obvious?"

"Q... Everyone thought The Unholy Trinity was having threesomes."

"WHAT?"

"Yeah. Seriously. I mean everyone knew about Brittany. Everyone just thought we were all so close because we were screwing on the side."

"I-I mean we did..."

"Yeah, but could you blame us? We were some of the hottest bitches in that lousy joint." Quinn felt a faint blush form on her cheeks. For some reason Santana calling her hot felt like the biggest complement, and even through the phone Santana could tell that she was making Quinn feel some type of way... "Now look at us."

"You say that as if our lives have gotten worse..."

"Don't act like it hasn't... I-I mean just... What happened to us? Now Britt is off with Trouty Mouth, I'm a college dropout, and you spent your first semester with a professor. It feels like rock bottom to me..."

"Well, you know what they say. Once you hit rock bottom the only place you can go is up."

"Q?"

"Y-Yeah?" Quinn asked, already sensing what Santana was about to ask.

"You like me don't you?" Quinn felt the blush spread to her whole face.

"I-I don't know. I mean I just realized that I actually like girls... I mean sure your gorgeous and smart. Your insanely clever and extremely talented. But that's obvious. It doesn't mean that I- Oh shit."

"You realize yet Q?" Santana asks, Quinn's face flushing.

"Damn you gotta get rid of your Physic Mexican Third Eye."

"I don't need that to see what's obvious." Santana replies before they both fall into a slightly awkward silence. "So... I-I actually have to get going. I'm about to get ready for work."

"O-Okay. Thanks for this Santana. I needed it. Talk later?"

"Sure thing Q."

"Bye San."

"Bye Quinn." Santana replies as she hangs up. Quinn let's out a sigh, already feeling a nervous excitement about later.

A/N: If you guys have any ideas, leave a comment/message me, and I'll probably do them. I'll be sure to credit you for the idea.