I'm fixing the things in my locker when I hear Quinn's voice. "Hey, San," she says cheerily before leaning on the locker next to mine.

"Hey. Why do you look so cheerful?" I return her smile and raise my eyebrow.

"Why can't just everybody be happy for me?" She crosses her arms and huffs.

I hold my hands up. "I-I was just asking!"

Quinn smiles. "Well, I've just been promoted as head cheerleader!"

I close my locker. "Great! Congratulations, Q."

"Thanks, S. There's just one problem, though."

"What is it?"

"I won't be able to give you a ride home from school anymore. Sue requires me to spend an extra hour after school for a private training session." She sighs.

"Don't worry about it, Q. It's okay. Besides, haven't we had enough of each other already?" I try to joke, but Quinn frowns.

"Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry."

"Huh? I already told you, Q. It's really fine if—"

"No. I'm sorry if you're already getting sick of me." She drops her eyes to the ground.

"What? Oh. No! That wasn't what I meant! I—"

"I should've known. I'm really sorry, S. I'll try to keep my distance." Quinn starts to walk away, but I reach for her wrist to stop her.

"No, Q. We're bestfriends, remember? I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it like that," I try to explain, but Quinn just nods and gives me a sad smile.

"Oh, come on, Q. Tell you what, I'll wait for you so we can still go home together." Quinn opens her mouth, but I cut her off. "No, Q. It's okay. I'll just do my homework while I wait. And no, you can't change my mind anymore. I'm really sorry if you got the wrong idea, but I swear I really like spending time with you, Quinn."

That's when Quinn beams and does something unexpected.

She kisses me on the lips.

In the hallway.

In a crowded hallway.

Full of people.

People who are now staring at us.

With their mouths with open.

Some, with large bulges on their pants.

I still haven't gotten over the shock when the bell rings and Quinn pulls back.

"Thank you, S. I'll see you later, okay? I love you!" She runs away, waving at me before turning to the next hallway.

Whoa.

I shake my thoughts away and remind myself to brace for another sleepless night later.

I ignore all the stares and whispers I gain as I walked through the corridors, looking for Quinn.

Must be what happened yesterday.

Finally, I see the familiar blonde.

"Hey, Q!" I yell.

Quinn turns to look at me and gets this alarmed look. She quickly turns on her heel and races to disappear into another corridor.

I'm about to follow her when a sharp, icy pain meets my face.

"Good morning, S!" A jock tries to imitate Quinn's voice as he drops his slushie cup into the trash.

What the fuck?

I lie in bed and sigh.

Why did Quinn ignore me all day?

Why did she go home early? I thought she had private sessions with Coach Sylvester…

And why wasn't she wearing that head-turning, slightly-revealing, mouth-watering, sexually—cough—cheerleading outfit?

Fuck these stupid puberty hormones.

Then, something clicked.

If anyone knows why all of this is happening, then I know who this someone would be.

I jump out of bed, turn on the computer, and quickly type in the URL of Jewfro's blog. The last article was posted a few hours ago.

I knew it.

A big photo of me and Quinn in our bathing suits from last summer occupied the computer screen. On top of it reads: "CONFIRMED!"

I swallow before reading the article.

"For all those who witnessed Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez make-out session in the corridor yesterday morning, congratulations for making us, all the unfortunate others, green in envy.

Yes, you've read right. The girls themselves proved the spreading rumors about their relationship earlier by kissing in public.

Oh, and the picture? I just got the scoop about their spending the whole summer together. Yep, they both spent their vacation in Quinn's beach house. Could you just imagine what they could've done while staying in the same room? They surely had one eventful summer.

I know, it's hot and all, but it seems like not everyone's happy about the news. It was reported that Sue Sylvester just kicked Quinn out of the cheering squad just a day after she appointed her as cheerleading captain.

Anyway, I'm sending my love to you two, if ever you're reading this. I'm glad you're now out and proud. I felt really bad when I learned that you two already got your first taste of slushie facials this morning, especially for Quinn who I'm sure had ruined her hot cheerleading outfit. Oh, and I just want to give you guys a warning…

BEWARE OF MORE SLUSHIES!"

Fuck.

I close the computer window before Mercedes comes in. It's a good thing that she's not a big fan of Jewfro's, and so are my other siblings, so I'm sure they haven't read the article yet.

What the hell am I going to do?

Without thinking, I reach for my phone and dial Quinn's number.

"Yes?"

"…I'm sorry."

Quinn sighs. "Do we really have to talk about this?"

"Just… tell me what to do, Q. I really don't—"

"Leave me alone, Santana."

"What? But, Quinn, I didn't—"

"What, Santana? You just cost me my position as head cheerleader and my clean slushie facial history! What else do you want?"

My jaw drops in disbelief. "Excuse me, Quinn. It's not my fault! From what I remember, you were the one who fucking kissed me in front of the whole school!"

"Yes, and now I regret it. Happy now?"

"Shit, Q. How could you do this?"

"Just leave me alone, okay? Stay away from me."

"You know what? Fine. I will. Oh, and Q? Fuck you."

I almost throw my phone to the floor, but instead, I find myself crying to sleep.

Whatever happened to forever?

I'll update sooooon. :D