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Santana blew through the front door slamming her overnight bag down on the floor. She was furious. Instead of going straight to her bedroom and to her girlfriend like she wanted to do, she made her way to the master bedroom where she knew she would find Rachel. Without knocking, she threw open the door.
"What the hell were you thinking? Or were you thinking at all?" Santana screamed flicking on the light.
"Good morning to you too, Santana. You aren't supposed to be home until later tonight," Rachel said her voice thick with sleep.
"Yeah, I know, but I just had to catch a red-eye flight to get back her because you decided to throw away your reputation, like I told you not to do. I said, 'Rachel wait, maybe she'll get knocked out early. Rachel, stay away from her, this will not end well.' I said 'Rachel let me find you a hooker or someone that will sign a nondisclosure agreement if you are that hard up for a piece of ass," Santana fumed continually pointing a finger at Rachel who looked like a small child in her large, lavish bed.
"I know we talked about all this, San, and I really had no intentions on behaving so poorly, but after a few glasses of wine and she was so sweet with Brittany, and that body in a black bikini! Santana, you would have jumped her. I didn't initiate anything!" Rachel made excuse after excuse.
"Shit!" yelled Santana as she paced the room. "You really just don't get it do you? Do you have any idea how many careers you may have messed with because you couldn't control yourself? If this gets out, guess what? You will be off the show. You will have a hell of a time finding anything else on television or movies because of this.
"Hell, we don't know how a scandal like this will progress. It could affect ticket sales, merchandising, cd sales, not to mention what this is going to do to Britt," Santana said.
"This had nothing to do with Brittany," Rachel said becoming irritated at being scolded like a child. She tried to get up but Santana was in her face
"Sit down," the Latina ordered through clenched teeth. "Nothing to do with Britt huh? You are so selfish. I knew you were, cause hell you are the little diva, but I didn't even know you could go this low and not even consider your friends. How many friends does Brittney have huh? Do you really think she is going to be able to hang out with Quinn now? If anything comes of this it's on you.
"It won't just be your career that will be affected. I work for you; Brittany works for you, and let's face it, Rachel. Who is going to vote for a pretty blonde lesbian that slept her way to the top? On top of all this you knew damn well that this was supposed to be an amazing weekend for Brittany and now she feels like a failure," Santana said as she turned and slammed the door behind her.
It was her job to protect Rachel even if it was from herself. She detoured from her room and went to the gym instead. She changed into her shorts and tank top and went straight to the heavy bag. She was angry, more at herself than anyone else. She knew Rachel was in a bad spot. She knew Rachel was interested in this girl. She didn't know that her own girlfriend had become so close to this Quinn and had brought her over. She would have never allowed that to happen. She was angry because she had failed to keep her friend safe from herself.
Exhausted, Santana collapsed on the floor and just sat there. She had a million things running through her head and didn't hear Brittany tiptoe in, but she still knew her own blonde bombshell was there.
"San, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I was just so excited to have a friend," Brittany whispered.
"Come here" Santana said softly to which Brittany obeyed sitting next to Santana on the mat.
Santana took her hand and kissed it gently. "Baby, you have nothing to apologize for. This one is all on Rachel. She knew better, but you should have told me you were going to invite her over. Can you do that for me?" Santana asked sweetly.
Brittany nodded slightly, but the torment was still in her deep blue eyes. "What's going to happen next, San?"
Santana brought Brittany into her lap and wrapped her arms around her. "Well, first thing is that I am going to have me a little talk with this Fabray she-demon and try to do some damage control. I need to know what her angle is in all this. I mean if she did kiss her first, we could be looking and blackmail."
"She's not like that, San. She really does like Rachel. I can tell," Brittany said.
"And how can you tell, Babe" Santana asked patiently.
"Do you remember how with Rachel I just knew? It's the same thing. She's like us," Brittany defended.
"Being like us and not being a criminal mastermind are two different things," Santana argued.
"She won't hurt Rae," Brittany replied.
"I need to talk to her, Britt. Is she still here?" Santana asked hoping she was wrong.
"No, I had a service take her back to her hotel. I couldn't drive," Brittany said.
"Well, that's some good news at least. I'm going to go see her now. I should be a sufficiently scary wakeup call," Santana laughed.
"San?"Brittany asked.
"Yeah, Britt-Britt,"
"Go take a shower first. You are all sweaty," Brittany said with an impish smile.
Santana straightened her black button up shirt before she knocked on the door of Quinn's hotel room. No one answered, so Santana took her fist and pounded on the door. A blurry-eyed Quinn answered the door in a pair of cartoon boxer shorts and a tank top.
Santana pushed past her before speaking, "Nice outfit. We are going to have us a little talk."
"I thought you were out of town," Quinn said wondering if she had slept Sunday away completely.
"Yeah, well, you little stunt got me on a plane pretty fast. What's your end game here, blondie?" Santana growled.
"What are you talking about?" Quinn asked running her hands through her bed head hair.
"Don't play dumb with me. I know your type. I have spent the better part of six years keeping users like you away from her, so what do you want?" Santana all but exploded.
"I don't want anything from Rachel. Look, I know you are her best friend and manager and all, but whatever this is or will be is between Rachel and me," Quinn replied almost dismissively.
"No, see that's where you are wrong. Rachel is my family as much as Brittany is my family. I protect my own and I can guarantee you that I can make you regret ever trying out for this little show," Santana threatened. "Now, again, what do you want?"
"Look, when I first met Rachel, I admit I had a celebrity crush on her. She is beautiful and talented and completely unattainable," Quinn said. "And then I met her and got to know her. She is amazing and I see where she gets a lot of it. She gets her carefree nature from Brittany and she gets her strength from you."
"Flattery will get you nowhere with me," Santana said gruffly.
"I'm not trying to flatter you, Santana. What I'm trying to tell you is that I see all of her, not just the façade given to the public and I like what I see. I want to see where Rachel and I can take this rather than living with a what might have been," Quinn says.
"Drop out of the competition," Santana said flatly.
"What?" Quinn asked shocked.
"You heard me. Yeah, you might win or yeah, you and Rachel might make a great couple. Those are both ifs and what I know for sure is that if your little relationship hits the papers, her career will suffer not yours," Santana punctuated with a finger to Quinn's chest.
"I hear what you are saying, but it doesn't have to be black and white like that," Quinn argued.
"You don't always get to have your cake and eat it too," Santana said getting irritated.
"I'm not dropping out of the competition," Quinn said.
"You are making a big mistake blondie," Santana warned.
"I have been dealing with bullies like you for longer than 6 years, Santana. Hell, I used to be one. You don't frighten me and Rachel is a big girl and can make up her own mind," Quinn responded.
"You really don't give a shit about her, and I will do what I have to do to protect my family," Santana said walking out of the hotel room and slamming the door.
"What the hell is your problem, Santana?" Rachel yelled at her friend as she walked into their home. "Quinn just called me and said that you went to her hotel room and basically threatened her. Do you really want me to be unhappy and alone so I will do nothing but work and make you more money?"
"What?" Santana asked completely shocked and hurt. "Rachel, it's never been about the money for me and you damn well know that. I have had nothing but your best interest at heart. You know damn well that I put my schooling and the career I wanted on hold to take care of your career. You have always had to be the center of attention and someone had to look out for you to make sure no one took advantage of you. That girl is going to use you!"
"You aren't as perceptive as you think you are Santana. Not everyone on the planet has evil intentions. Not everyone wants something from me. If she really wanted to use me, don't you think there would have been some pictures leaked to the press by now or some story running somewhere, but there isn't!" Rachel yelled back.
"You don't even get it. You are breaking the rules specifically laid out in your contract with the show. She will hurt your career and cause a lawsuit which you will lose and if she cared about you like you seem to think she does, she would drop out of the show, but guess what he won't. She is out for the fame, Rachel. I swear to god if you don't pull your hobbit head out of your ass I'm gonna-"
"Yeah, yeah go all Lima Heights on my ass. Get a new line Santana. High school is over and in case you haven't noticed, we're not in Ohio anymore. You are not the queen B, and I can and will live my own life," Rachel interrupted.
"Stop the violence," Brittany sobbed out coming into the room where her girlfriend and best friend were screaming at each other.
"No stop the insanity is more like it," Santana growled.
"No stop the controlling. Santana I have had enough. You have overstepped your position and I've had enough. You're fired," Rachel said before executing a diva storm out.
"What?" Santana asked stunned.