My life right now = insane. Two jobs + summer classes lol. But I managed to get a tidbit in before crashing tonight. Unbeta'd. Mistakes are mine blah blah.

A big thanks to AarumaA for catching that I wrote S as a righty (which is fixed now btw;). Shame on me because I know better lol.

To boringsiot: who asked if this was a oneshot? No. It's going to be a few chapters but nothing super long. I would have replied to you personally and sooner, but it says your PMs are disabled.

By the time Glee started that afternoon Santana had had a couple classes to calm down, and at some point during those pitiful excuses for academic instruction her amusement gradually morphed into pity. She had slept with the boy, after all. And despite his attempts show them both a fun night (he did try, she would give him that); the experience had been dull at best. It didn't take much skill to finish the jock, and even though he lasted far longer than the rumors gave him credit for, he didn't have a clue how to bring a girl to climax. (Lucky for him, Santana already had plenty of experience in that department ;) So judging by the way Quinn had been acting as of late, her bumbling beau still hadn't acquired the magic 'touch'.

Santana smirked inwardly at her own pun as she dodged pieces of taffy Mr. Schue was currently launching at them. It was really too bad that coach Sylvester had scattered their funds abroad, because there was no WAY they were going to sell any of this crap. She decided to share this "enlightened" observation with the curly haired instructor and proceeded explain exactly why she thought it was a stupid plan. Seriously, even Britts could tell that his math was wrong…

During the chaos that was rehearsal (Which consisted of Santana tuning out all the arguments and ludicrous sales pitch ideas in favor of observing Finn and Quinn) Santana decided that Quinn could probably use someone to talk to, or at the very least, an opportunity to vent her frustrations. After all, they were friends right? Well, maybe they weren't the closest after the incident at the start of term, she frowned at the memory of slapping her former best friend, but they definitely weren't enemies.

When practice finally ended, Santana made sure to take an exaggerated amount of time getting her things together instead of bolting straight for the door like she had for the past couple weeks. What? She wasn't a coward; she was just avoiding the tension that's all.

With good intentions in mind, the Latina approached Quinn after the power couple kissed and Finn departed for the weight room.

She just managed to catch a cardigan covered elbow as the blonde was making her way out of the room. "Hey Q, hold up a sec." Santana paused to figure out how to broach the intended subject, but was quickly cut off when Quinn realized who had caught her arm.

"Oh Santana," Quinn mused out loud. "I almost forgot, I have your lab book. You left it on the table in your mad dash out of the room." The taller girl mockingly teased as she dug around in her bag for said item.

"Uh, yeah. Nosebleed," Santana muttered unconvincingly. It was a lame excuse and she knew it. "Anyway, uh-" She cleared her throat, which had mysteriously gone dry; "I was going to ask if you maybe wanted to hang out at mine after school today?"

"You don't sound too sure about that, S."

"That's because it was kind of a last minute decision."

"Uh huh." Quinn raised a perfectly tweezed eyebrow. "What exactly are you up to, Santana?"

"The skepti-brow already, Q?" Santana tried to jest. "I thought I could at least get as far as an invitation to hang out before getting the—"

"Spit it out, Lopez." Santana smirked. Ok, if that's how she wanted to play.

"The jolly green jock can't manage to give you the big O," Quinn's jaw drops in that comical way that Santana has only seen on cartoons. "so you shuffle around all day frustrated as hell and nearly miss entire class periods because you can't stop glaring long enough to realize there is a lesson going on. Not that I blame you, by the way, because most of these teachers are crazy old birds parroting the same spiel no matter what grade/class they teach. But—"

"Santana!" Quinn breathes out harshly, sounding completely scandalized.

"-I thought I would offer an empathetic ear to give you a chance to vent" Santana continued as if there was no interruption, mirth swimming in her dark eyes. "before you unleash the oh-so-frigid bitch you've been trying, successfully, might I add, to rein in this past year."

"How-How did you-" Quinn sputtered in confusion.

"How did I know? Oh Please, Q, it's not that difficult to put the pieces together." Hazel irises widened in panic… "I've been on that ride myself, remember?"

"Don't worry," Santana rolled her eyes as she spoke. "I doubt that the rest of McKinley has noticed anything other than you've been increasingly irritable…including Finn," she added with a chuckle.

At this point Quinn felt like she was going to be sick. However, that slight nauseous feeling quickly vanished and was soon replaced with anger as she focused back on the girl in front of her.

When Santana saw the flash of heat in her friend's eyes she realized that it was time to sober up. The Latina raised her hands in submission. "Look," she said softly, earnestly attempting to diffuse the tension they both knew was building. "I got a bit carried away there, but-" Quinn opened her mouth to agree, but was silenced quickly. "-But," Santana emphasized. "I really did mean what I said, about having someone to talk to that is. I mean I-I've been kind of lonely myself lately, so I figured why not do the both of us some good and-"

"Okay." The reply was clear and curt, but not unfriendly. Santana looked up at Quinn in surprise. She honestly thought it would take a little more work than that.

It must have shown on her face too because Quinn rolled her eyes and sighed, "Let's just head to yours before the custodial staff realizes you're really a softie," she said with a wink. With that blonde turned on her stylishly booted heel and started toward the parking lot, the late afternoon sun gilding her path to the double doors.

Santana stood outside the choir room in a daze for several moments before taking off after the taller girl, the sides of her mouth slowly turning up into genuine smile. The first one in days.

tbc

I would like to add that I don't hate Finn so you won't find a lot of Finn!bashing here. Will I ever ship Finchel? Probably not as long as the writers make him the hero despite the fact that he is an unapologetic d-bag. That said, I really do want to like the guy and believe he has a good heart.