A/N: Requested by TrustinFaith, right down to the smidge of Quitt. Enjoy!

Santana Lopez smiled as her secret girlfriend entered her room. After a day of not being able to hold her girl, Santana was having withdrawals. "Baby, you can't possibly understand how much I mss you in school." Santana whispered as the smaller girl kissed her. Due to the Cheerios, Santana and Rachel were keeping their relationship quiet. Not a single person knew, except for Quinn Fabray and Brittany Pierce. Rachel Berry smiled.

"I'm sure I do. About as much as I miss you. I really wish you didn't have to wear that Cheerios uniform every day. Its not fair." Rachel said. Santana smirked.

"What are you talking about? The uniform turns you on." Santana said. Rachel nodded.

"That, my dear, is my point." Rachel said. Santana could tell something was up.

"What's wrong?" she dared to ask. Rachel met her eyes.

"I'm tired of hiding."

"Rae..."

"No, San. This is getting to be too much." Rachel said. Santana closed her eyes.

"Just... give it a few more days."

"We've been hiding it for four and a half months." Rachel said.

"A few more days, Rae."

The next day, Rachel was walking down the hall when a Cheerio slushied her. Laughing, the blonde Cheerio looked over to her head cheerleaders for approval. Brittany only glared at the girl. Quinn bit her lip and looked to Santana. Santana quickly hid the anger in her eyes and forced herself to laugh.

"Wow, Berry... you're a senior and you're still getting slushied. And by a sophomore. That's pathetic. Let's go guys." she said, avoiding Rachel's hurt eyes as she walked away. Quinn gave her an apologetic look while Brittany hung back.

"Let's get you cleaned up, Rach." she said softly, leading her into a bathroom. "Santana didn't want to say that." Brittany said as she cleaned off the ice. Rachel shook her head.

"Britt, I can't do this anymore. For awhile, she just didn't talk to me at school. I preferred that to the insults." Rachel said. Brittany frowned.

"Have you told her this?"

"I told her yesterday that I want to be out. She said a few more days, but I know that it will continue to be 'a few more days, Rae. Let's wait a few more days.' You know what? I don't want to wait a few more days." Rachel said. Brittany stopped the girl as she tried to leave.

"Rach, I know what you're about to do and trust me its not a good idea. Before you go and out Santana and yourself with an argument, you need to talk to her again." Brittany said. Rachel sighed.

"You're right."

"Where's B?" Santana asked when she and Quinn reached the locker room.

"Helping Rachel. Which is where you should be." Quinn said.

"Q, I don't wanna hear this lecture again." Santana said.

"Are you ashamed of her?"

"No!" Santana said.

"Then why hide it? Rachel's already told you she's tired of it." Quinn said. Santana shrugged. "If it were me, I'd have left you for being such a coward. I know you care about her and she cares about you too. You're just afraid of how it will affect your reputation and how people will talk about you. That's not a healthy relationship, S." Quinn said.

"You know how this town is."

"So does Rachel. Think about it. She's the children of the only openly gay adults in Lima. She's been an outcast her whole life. She gets teased for that and just because of her personality. She's changed since you two got together. She's become a toleratable person. You'd be lucky to be able to openly call her your girlfriend." Quinn said. Santana looked down. "You keep this up, and you're gonna push her away. I'm just saying."

Santana looked up nervously as Rachel walked into her room. "Santana." she said shortly. Santana paused, not used to hearing her full name come out of the diva's mouth.

"Shit. You're still pissed." she said. Rachel nodded.

"Yes I am. And I have the right to be." Rachel said.

"Rae, I'm sorry."

"That's all you have to say? Okay you know what? I can't do this anymore. I don't want to wait a few more days because that's going to turn into forever and I'm done hiding this." Rachel said.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying either we're out or we're over." Rachel said, hands on her hips.

"Rae!" Santana said.

"Its your call. You know what I want." Rachel said. Santana closed her eyes.

"I... I'm not ready to be out yet. Not as a couple, but as a person." she whispered. Rachel nodded.

"Well... until you're ready, goodbye Santana." Rachel said, leaving the room.

"I knew it. I told you so, S. I told you you were gonna lose her because of your insecurities." Quinn said. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Enough Q! I get it! You were right, I was wrong. I screwed up. Now can you please just shut up!" Santana said. Quinn sighed out another 'I told you so.' before shutting her mouth as they walked to the choir room. Santana sat in her normal seat as Rachel walked in. The two girls were looking anywhere but each other. Quinn watched, knowing it was going to happen, but that didn't make it hurt less.

It'd been two weeks since the break up and each day was worse than the last. Rachel was getting more and more quiet, barely even speaking in rehearsals. Santana didn't speak at all, passing up many chances to insult people. Finally, someone spoke up.

"Okay, what the hell is going on here? Rachel isn't being herself and neither is Santana." Mercedes said.

"Shut up, Weezy." Santana said. Everyone raised their eyebrows, having almost forgot what her voice sounded like.

"Mercedes, I can assure I'm fine. Or I will be as soon as Mr. Schuester gets here." Rachel said. Soon, the vest-clad teacher walked in. "Mr. Schuester, as much as this pains me to say, I have to quit Glee Club." she said. Santana's face dropped.

"Rachel? Why?" he asked.

"Its just... something happened in my personal life and Glee is far too big of a reminder of it." Rachel said. Mr. Schuester nodded.

"You're welcome back anytime." he said.

"I'm sorry." she whispered, moving to leave the choir room. As if her feet were acting on their own accord, Santana jumped up and ran after her.

"Rae, wait!" she said. Rachel turned around. "You can't quit." the Latina whispered.

"One of us has to because I can't handle this." Rachel said. Santana shook her head.

"Baby, no. No one has to quit. I... I'm ready." she whispered. Rachel raised an eyebrow as she was dragged to the front of the room. "Listen up. Rachel and me? We're in a relationship... or we were, until I messed up." Santana said.

"Why are you doing this?" Rachel whispered. Santana turned to her.

"Because I love you. I love you so much, Rae." Santana said. Rachel smiled.

"I love you too." she whispered, pulling the Latina down by her neck and kissing her. Before anyone could question this, someone else spoke up.

"I love you, babe." Quinn said, kissing Brittany.

"I love you too, Quinn. Wanna ditch and make out?" Brittany asked her girlfriend.

"No one is ditching. Girls, please sit down." Mr. Schue said. Santana grinned.

"Way to steal our moment, Blondies." she said, pulling Rachel's chair close to hers. Rachel smiled and pulled her girlfriend's face toward hers.

"I love you." Rachel whispered.

"I love you too." Santana said, kissing her.

The next day, Rachel was walking down the hallway, when all of a sudden, she saw a flash of red in front of her and the unmistakable sound of her girlfriend yelling. "Oh my god. Did you just get slushied?" Rachel asked. Santana nodded.

"Listen up! Berry is off limits!" Santana yelled.

"She your girlfriend?" a voice asked, earning laughs.

"Yea, she is. Any of you got a problem with it, I'd be happy to help you figure it out!" Santana threatened before turning around. "You're lucky I love you little lady." she said. Rachel laughed.

"Yea I am. I'll help you clean the slushie off." she said, pulling Santana into the bathroom.

Forty-five minutes later, Santana was slushie free, thanks to Rachel. Needless to say, many more 'I love you's' were said during the experience, if the hickey on Rachel's neck was any indication.