Santana slowly off towards the bleachers, wanting to be alone; and not deal with Brittany, Sue, or the rest of the Glee club; not realising she was just delaying dealing with the real issue.

Mr Schue slowly made his way back to the choir room, as he opened the door; Brittany's face lit up as she hoped Mr Schue had persuaded Santana to come back, but as he walked in alone; she knew the reality, and Quinn saw her face drop, somewhat disappointed in Santana, Mr Schue stood in front of them, and slowly smile, picking up some dictionaries.

"Well, Santana has quit for the time being…" said Mr Schue slowly passing out rhyming dictionaries, "And I think we should focus our attention on Nationals."

"What… we have 11 people! We need Santana to perform." said Finn, "This is classic Santana, always thinking of herself!"

"Shut up!" snapped Brittany

Finn shot Brittany a look, and Quinn cleared her throat, wanting to stick up for Santana, as well as Brittany.

"Britt's right… you have no argument for bitching about Santana; when you've chosen Football over Glee multiple times." said Quinn

"What a laugh… Cheerio's sticking up together! You're just Sue's moles." said Finn, "I want Santana to never be able to join again."

"Now hold on, Finn! You had the chance to re-join; and so will Santana. She's just having a few issues and needs to sort them out… and it would be easier if the club was a little sympathetic." said Mr Schue

"Mr Schue's right. Santana has a right to focus on herself for a little while; and she'll realise that she loves performing, and I can't wait until she comes back and sends me to her favourite place in the world, Lima Heights Adjacent for the solo." said Rachel shining a 100 watt smile, Finn scoffed loudly

"How can you be so cool about this? She's left us… to lose." said Finn, "Nationals is in two weeks; and we don't have enough people to perform with."

"You left us in sectionals…" said Rachel

"That's different. I had real problems; I thought I was going to be a father…" said Finn looking at Quinn, who had now looked at the ground, "And at least I came back… and we won."

"Santana has real problems too." said Rachel

"You know…" said Kurt looking at her

"What? No, Santana would never tell me." said Rachel shaking her head, at the accusation, Finn was staring at her, and Mr Schue threw a dictionary on the piano, causing a loud bang.

"Enough."

"Sir, Rachel knows why Santana quit… maybe we can fix it if someone told…" said Puck glaring at Rachel, Brittany slowly stood up, and walked to the door.

"Brittany, where are you going?" said Mr Schue

"Santana's right. You aren't a real family. Finn can't wait to kick her out for good, Puck wants to know her secrets… and you've done nothing to stop them from speculating." said Brittany, Quinn stood up and walked to Brittany.

"I'm with Britt… Santana should have the time to sort herself out." said Quinn

Mr Schue nodded

"I agree… no more talking, gossiping… when Santana returns, that's it…" said Mr Schue, "You're free to leave."

Brittany and Quinn left together; Rachel left Finn and went to find Santana, who was smoking underneath the bleachers.

"It's a dirty habit you know?" said Rachel walking up behind her, Santana turned around, and slowly blew smoke in Rachel's direction, and Rachel coughed lightly.

"Britt will kill me when she smells it…" said Santana, "especially after Lord Tubbington just stopped… God…"

Rachel smiled, as Santana realised she was babbling to Rachel Berry of all people.

"What are you doing here?"

"I know, Santana."

"Know what?"

"About you… and Britt." explained Rachel, she saw the look of panic on Santana's face, and was instantly sure to assure her that her 'secret' was safe with her, "I won't tell, I would never do that… not after Kurt; you have to know that."

"I get why you would keep it a secret for Britt; but me? Come on, Berry. We hate each other. I can't stand you, not one bit… I literally do not give a crap about you."

Rachel's smile faltered, from Santana's pure truths; Santana slowly smoked her cigar, ensuring she blew the smoke away from Rachel's direction.

"Okay, I admit that we did have a certain tension between us; but rather than let our conflicting personalities get in the way of this; let's help you."

"I'm not a fucking problem for you. I don't need your help; nor did I fucking ask for it!"

Rachel nodded, unsure how to act or what do say in respond to Santana's aggressive behaviour.

"I should go… I have to make up with Britt."

"Maybe that isn't a good idea. I mean she is pretty annoyed with you, for not admitting you're a lesbian, for not admitting you're dating her; that you quit glee. I mean you know she's going to be disappointed in you."

"Just because you know about our relationship, does not mean you know anything about me and Britt! You have no idea about us. Stay the hell out of it. I am not your friend. I was civil to you because we were in glee together… now you sorted that; we're nothing."

Santana dumped the rest of her cigar on the dirt ground, before storming off, folding her arm, in a typical Santana manner; Rachel watched her leave, and then met up with Brittany' and Quinn in the choir room. Brittany immediately stood up from her seat as Rachel walked in.

"What happened?"

"She's stubborn. I think she's looking for you."

"I should find her. Q, I'll text you later, bye Rachel."

Brittany walked out, and closed the choir room door. Quinn turned and met Rachel's intense gaze, pure green mixing with hazel; Rachel broke the connection by looking round the room; Quinn smirked to herself, and licked her bottom lip.

"It's cool you're not being weird about this."

"About what?"

"Santana and Brittany. I've known for a while actually, the two of them… have never heard of the word subtle. I mean Cheer camp; sleepovers since we were 13, something happened and they just blossomed together."

"You're right, now you think of them; it's kinda obvious. do you like it? I mean with your religious upbringing."

"I'm not homophobic, Rachel."

"I never said that, Quinn. Do you honestly like it?"

"I don't hate it, I mean I think love is a pure honest emotion which should be shared, whether that be between two women or two men is irrelevant. Besides, Santana and Britt are just too adorable together. I should go."

"No… I mean, stay. Let's work on a song for Santana… to bring her back to glee. We could ask Brittany to help us dance. If we do this; it shows we don't care about her sexuality as long as she's happy."

Quinn smiled, and nodded; Rachel smiled

"That's a good idea actually. Why can't you act like this all the time huh Berry?"

Quinn smirked, and walked out of the choir room; leaving Rachel feeling differently towards the shorter blonde in her life.

Meanwhile Santana was in the cheerios' changing up; she was fixing her hair; when she heard the footsteps of someone else, turning round; she saw Brittany leaning against the lockers.

"Hey, S."

"Hey, B."

Brittany slowly walked over, and sat down on the bench; Santana sat down next to her, avoiding the look from Brittany.

"I'm sorry. I wouldn't force you to come out… I just… I got a little annoyed; with you, but I wouldn't make you come out. It's hard for you, baby… and I get that."

Santana nodded, and felt Brittany's hand on her knee, she lightly squeezed it, and Santana met her eyes.

"I'm willing to wait for you. However long it takes. Just say something San. I just… you know I love you, I couldn't possibly be with anyone but you."

"I love you so much, Britt."

Brittany smiled, and slowly leaned in, meeting Santana's lips, in a tender kiss; Brittany's hands slowly reached up, and pulled Santana closer; Santana's tongue begged for entrance which Brittany instantly gave, gripping the back of Santana's neck, her nails digging in lightly; Santana pulled away slowly, nipping Brittany's bottom lip as Brittany's expression turned to a familiar confusion.

"We should go; you know we do have to go to our lessons, Britt-Britt."

Santana stood up, and smoothed her cheerio top out, Brittany slowly wrapped her arms around Santana's waist, kissing her cheek, Santana turned and met her lips lightly; Brittany grinned widely.

"I love you. Brittany nuzzled her face into Santana's neck, planting wet kisses up her neck, Santana laughed, and pushed her away.

"Lesson, B."

"You're a better teacher, San"

"I know, but… Not in school. We can do that tonight."

"Okay… Let's go."

Santana smirked, and held her pinkie out, which Brittany automatically took, latching on; they walked out of the changing rooms, and began walking to their lessons. Brittany still itching to talk about their relationship; she kissed Santana's cheek in isolation before walking into her classroom, and Santana walked off in typical HBIC style.