Santana shuffled to work the next morning, hung over and depressed. She tried to pull on a smile as she had just got an acting job.

She arrived at the film set and skipped over to the women she recognised from the audition.

"Hi, it's Santana… from the audition I'm lady at the counter girl… ha-ha."

"Santana hi! Of course I remember! Go and take a seat over there, you will have your make up sorted over there."

Santana nodded and jogged over to a small plump woman with bright purple hair and extravagant make up on.

"Hi I am-"

"Why you must be Santana take a seat! I'm Sandra!"

"Oh okay…" Santana whispered as she took a seat on one of those familiar chairs that most actors and actresses had.

"Well you're the counter girl and your character is a bit of a teenage slut and wears a lot of over the top make up and isn't really taken seriously, so I'll get started on your make up, I know exactly what I'm going to do!"

"Oh…that's what my characters like? I didn't know that but… well ok"

The woman chucked and began attacking Santana's face with a rough brush. Santana read a magazine as her make up was being done and she didn't even glance at the mirror until the women tapped her on the shoulder and told her to look up. Santana stared at her self in the mirror, a frown forming on her lips.

"W-what have you done to my face?"

"Well that's your character! Rather realistic don't'cha think?"

"Sure I… I can't be seen like this though… especially not on a film! Millions of people will see me like this! How can I ever be famous looking like this?!"

"Sorry to burst your bubble babe but you'd never be famous even looking your normal self, let me remind you this is only a tiny part you have here, you're not a star of the show! Yeah maybe a few people will recognise you and you may even get yourself an agent but I doubt people will remember you… even if you do brilliantly."

"Oh. But I was told-"

"It don't matter what you were told doll, listen to your auntie Sandra she knows every damn thing that goes on in this place."

"Well thanks for the uh makeover… I'd better uh…go."

"Don't be silly doll face you don't even know where y'all are going next!" Sandra burst out laughing, eying up the small brunette.

"Oh right…where do I go?"

"To wardrobe, that lady other there will see to you, her name is Lily she's real sweet!"

Santana rushed off shaking her head, feeling like a loon.

An hour later she was stood behind a fake counter, dressed as what can only be described as a teenage slut.

"Now you Santanny-" The director called at her.

"It's Santana." Santana interrupted. The director tutted, shaking his head.

"Just take this sheet and learn those lines, you're on in half an hour."

Santana collapsed onto a chair in shock. Half an hour? Was he kidding her? She thought that that day was just a rehearsal but apparently she had to finish the scene in one day and have it perfect, no mistakes or anything. She studied the words below her slightly frowning.

The sheet read:

Tommy: I'll have this and this please.

Shop worker: Oh you will, will you? You men you always do the receiving and never the giving. Hand your items here.

Tommy: Okay… (Chuckles to himself) do you know if there's a police station around here?

Shop worker: My job here is to sell our crap and get money, directing lost strangers was never part of the deal so get your ass out of this shop.

Tommy: Can I at least pay for my stuff before I leave?

Shop worker: Be quick about it, I ain't got all day!

(Tommy hands her the money and rushes out of the shop shaking his head, she shove the cash into her bra)

She read it with a frown plastered on her face. She could do that easily, she was used to insulting strangers, she did it every day! She just wished her character was a little challenging, maybe quirky or fun, but you can't always get what you want.

She made the decision to really go for her role, show people that she was more than just a 19 year old girl desperate for money.

She said her lines like there was no tomorrow. She threw her arms about with passion and sported face expressions that expressed just how her character would be feeling. She swore she saw tears falling from peoples eyes.

"Well done… Santana. That was great. You really show potential young lady. I'm going to do everything in my power to get you an agent. Act like that and you'll be famous in a year! Here's my number, call me." He threw her a wink, a wink that made her flinch. She didn't like it when guys hit on her.

She twisted the door handle to her temporary home later on that day, the door swung open revealing Quinn lay on the sofa crying. Santana tried to push away the feelings of sympathy for the girl and walked past her a bounce in her walk. She couldn't help being curious as to why the blond was crying even though she was mad at her.

"Sup bitch?" Santana requested, causing Quinn's head to shoot up in surprise.

"You really wanna know?"

"Well no not really but come on spill the beans, cut to the chase tell me what poor Quinnie has gone through now? Had another baby is that it?"

A frown formed on Quinn's lips, she felt a pang in her heart.

"If you're gonna act like this Santana, I can't come up with one reason why I should tell you!"

"Oh come on Quinn just tell me! I'm sure it won't be any more boring than any of your other problems." Santana secretly was desperate for Quinn to tell her what happened, even though she was extremely angry she still cared for Quinn even if she had hurt her majorly.

"If you really wanna know, Sam and me…we're over. Everything we have been through in the past few months is in the trash. He dumped me just like that. Gave me hope that he had forgiven me, acted like It wasn't that big of a deal what you and I did… he acted like he loved me. Then broke my heart because apparently, 'He can't forgive and forget all that easily… he thought he could, but he can't.' happy now? You know exactly what's bothering me. I don't think I'll ever get over this you know."

"Oh boohoo, poor little Quinnie had her heart broken again by some lame ass guppy lips, well you know what Quinn? I'm not about to join your freaking pity party because I'm so used to you having your heart broken that all the pity in me has gone! Comprehend?"

"Why are you such a bitch Santana? Answer me that."

Santana laughed huskily, shaking her head. "Why? Why am I a bitch? Well Quinn Fabray my reason is I'm tired of putting up with lame ass wannabes like YOU!"

"YOU put up with ME? Excuse me Santana but I think that I'm the one who has to put up with you! You come into my house and stay for months and months and I don't even get a thank you! Most of the time you treat me like crap and sleep through the whole day! And you think I put up with you! Wow Santana… really. And I'm not a wannabe, unlike you, I go to college, I meet people I study and I've not spent my past few months sleeping all day and wishing I could do something with my life. Ring any bells Santana? Now who does that sound like?"

Santana's cheeks flamed up, her head began shaking furiously. She didn't have the energy to fight back. She pushed Quinn to the side and marched into Quinn's bedroom, throwing herself on the bed.

Quinn lay on the sofa sniffing loudly. She knew Santana was mad at her but she didn't expect her to act like…well such a bitch. She knew that she hadn't treated Santana exactly fairly, she hadn't admitted it to Santana her self but she knew that she was wrong. She shouldn't have lead Santana on like that, she wouldn't admit it aloud but she knew she had kinda leaded her on. She had told Santana she loved her… and then pushed her feelings aside regardless of whether she hurt Santana in the process. And if she was honest… the feelings never went… she thought that staying with Sam was the correct thing to do, it was easy, people wouldn't judge her for being with him and it was so… normal, she knew Sam it wasn't something new. Now she and Sam were over, her feelings for Santana came rushing back, not that they ever left. She didn't mean any of the rude comments she had directed at Santana, Santana was her best friend, even if sometimes she could be a complete and utter bitch. And she didn't mean it about putting up with the girl, in fact it was a pleasure having Santana live with her, she couldn't see it any other way. She wished she could tell Santana all those things and apologise to the Latina without making her even madder. She sighed deeply and shut her eyes, shielding her self from the pain that was confronting Santana.

Santana lay on the bed replaying what had just happened over and over again in her head. She said things she knew she should've really kept to herself. She cared about Quinn a great lot but there she went again pushing the people she loved away, just like always. She treated Quinn like crap and for once she actually felt bad about it. She felt as if she had to make things right, she was in the wrong this time, maybe Quinn had a part to play in it too but this time Santana was partly to blame and she knew it. She didn't mean to act as if she didn't give one about Quinn because that wasn't the way it was. She DID care about Quinn more than anyone. She truly was sorry that the girl had her heart broken… she just felt mad and acted out, as usual. She felt like she should be the better person and walk into the living room and apologise to Quinn but some how she couldn't bring up the courage to that, it was her nature to be the one who apologises last, she couldn't break a record just because she felt bad about something. She let her head fall back onto the pillow and shut her eyes, she'd deal with it later.