Sebastian had spent the past few nights trying to get information about the whole picture incident from his fellow Warbler's, after all, the number of people who had access to that picture was very small and consisted exclusively of his choir mates.

"So you know absolutely nothing about it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as Trent shook his head emphatically.

"No, I didn't even realize it had been sent. I would never help an attempt to break you and Santana up," he paused meeting Sebastian's eyes warily. "You've been a much better person since you two started dating."

Sebastian nodded. "I know, and yet someone wants to break us up."

"Honestly, Seb. If I find anything I'll let you know."

He nodded his head in thanks, pulling his phone from his pocket.

Trent doesn't know anything either. That's everyone, including Wes himself. Have you found anything?

He hit send, sighing.

He didn't want to believe that any of his friends would be so cruel as to spread such unfair lies about him, after all he'd been mostly decent to them, he was hoping that, somehow, one of Santana's friends had found that picture somehow and decided to use it. After all, the New Directions wanted Santana to break up with him far more than the Warblers. Everyone he'd spoken to had commented that he'd been a better person since he'd been dating Santana.

Nothing this end. Someone's lying. I just can't tell who.

Sebastian groaned. Maybe this mystery was never going to be solved and they would just have to try and patch their relationship up knowing that someone wanted it over.

He had sworn off violence since the unfortunate slushy incident but he was almost tempted to go back on his pledge to be a better person. At least until he imagined the look of disappointment on Santana's face. And the slap that would almost certainly accompany it.

Keep me posted. I love you.

He continued walking to his next class, irritated with everything. To make matters worse, he suddenly remembered he hadn't finished the work for algebra, he'd been too distracted.

*x*

"Found anything?" Rachel asked conversationally at lunch, causing every other head at the table to turn in their direction.

"I was trying to keep it quiet, Rachel," she hissed, keeping her eyes trained on her salad.

"Found anything about what?"

"Is this about Lord Tubbington's drugs, because I swear I didn't know anything about that. I thought it was flour. I almost baked my mom a cake with it."

Santana smiled fondly, unable to stay annoyed when faced with Brittany's wonderfully weird mind.

"Nothing like that, Brittany. Although I really hope you didn't bake that cake. It's just that photo Blaine was sent of Sebastian - don't look at me like that, Kurt - it's old. Someone's trying to mess with us."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "You're back together?" He demanded, tapping his foot.

Santana rolled her eyes. "You're not my dad, Kurt. And for your information, no. We're not back together, I mean we've talked, he kissed me but I want to get to the bottom of whatever's going on."

Kurt shook his head. "You're willing to believe him, after everything?"

She resisted the urge to throw her soda on his designer shirt. It probably wouldn't have been worth the chaos. "I am. Mostly because he was right, I had a real look at the picture. There's no way it was recent. His hair's far too long."

Rachel grinned suddenly. "So we've gone full detective mode!"

Santana shook her head. "I made the mistake of telling Rachel and she's decided she's Sherlock Holmes or something. I just want to know what's going on."

"Wait- you make it sound like you think one of us might have been involved."

Santana felt her face redden. "None of you were exactly welcoming about the news," she whispered. "And after what he did to Blaine and the way I hurt Brittany. I can understand why you might've wanted to sabotage our relationship."

Brittany patted the back of her hand while Artie glared. "It's all forgiven!"

She smiled gratefully.

"We might not like Sebastian but we don't hate him."

"Speak for yourself," Kurt muttered.

Tina sighed. "But he made you happy and that's all we want for each other. I don't want to believe anyone in New Directions would do that to you. Besides, where would any of us have gotten an old picture of Sebastian?"

Santana nodded. She'd thought of all that before, even so, better safe than sorry. "I know, I said as much to Sebastian but he wanted to cover all our bases. I mean, I'm not accusing any of you, but you could have joint forces with one of the Warblers or something."

"Has Sebastian questioned them?" Kurt demanded.

"Of course he has, they all claim innocence. They think he's been a better person since we've been together or something. None of them are owning up to any knowledge of the photo.

"Just let me know if you hear anything?" She sighed.

The others around the table nodded. "Want me to push you to Spanish, Artie?"

He nodded. "Sure, always does my street cred good to have a hottie wheeling me around."

Santana groaned. "Of course. Lucky you have Brittany then." She grabbed the handles of his chair. "See you guys later, c'mon Casanova."

*x*

Santana tapped her pencil on the side of the table, ignoring Rachel blabbering on as she made notes in her so called 'detective notebook'. She was really beginning to regret allowing her to be a part of the investigation.

"Sometimes I wish we had one of those boards, you know, like they have on CSI? It would be so cool!" Rachel mussed, shaking her head as she read over the notes. "Aren't you glad we have this free period together to collect our findings?"

"Immensely." Santana could hardly keep the sarcasm dripping from every syllable. "So, what have you found?"

Rachel frowned. "Not much, in all honesty. I've asked everyone. I've even got Finn doing some undercover work within the team, to see if any of them might know anything. You know how they feel about everyone in glee."

"You've really got Finn undercover?"

"I didn't give him the details, obviously. The less he knows the more convincing he'll be."

Santana raised an eyebrow. "You're getting way too into this, Rachel. How many detective shows have you been watching?"

"Exact figure or ballpark?" Rachel asked meekly, a faint blush creeping onto her face. "I may have gotten a little excited when you said that there was more to the picture than it seemed. I couldn't resist."

Santana laughed despite herself. "I may complain but I'm glad you're on my side, Rachel."

Rachel smiled. "It's a shame we haven't spent more time together. We've wasted our time hating each other. I was so jealous of you it was easier to hate you than try befriending you."

Santana agreed wholeheartedly. "Well, I'd probably have been cruel to you if you had. You can be really irritating, dwarf."

Rachel's smile became worryingly watery. "I'm going to miss you."

Santana swallowed against the lump forming in her throat. She hated thinking about leaving everyone behind after graduation. "Hey, we've still got time before graduation. Besides, Sherlock, we've got a mystery to solve!"

xXxXx

A/N Sorry, it's been a while, but I got a negative comment on Archive of Our Own and it sort of made me want to quit this story (it wasn't even about my writing just the couple, I'm too sensitive). Anyway, I'm almost over that so I'm back. Sorry this is rubbish, I just felt so bad for leaving you all in the lurch I drummed this out as quickly as I could.