"Break up with him." Rachel Berry whispered as she sat next to Santana Lopez in English class.
"Break up with Quinn." Santana countered. Rachel looked away. "Exactly. We both know what we're doing is wrong, but we can't stand the thought of breaking off either of our relationships, whether its with them or with each other." she hissed.
"San, its not that I don't care about you-"
"Its that you love her. I get it, Ray. I wish I didn't, but I do. If you were to break up with Quinn, I'd dump Finn in a heartbeat." Santana said. Rachel bit her lip.
"San, I'm so sorry." she whispered.
"We've had this conversation a thousand times. I just have to live with the fact that I'm your second choice. For now, I can do that, but I can't promise anything for the future." Santana said, turning to face the front of the class room.
Jacob Ben-Israel checked the tape recorder that he had hid under Rachel's chair in English class. He could tell that something was going on between her and Santana, but he'd never been able to get close enough to get a good idea. Making his way into the library, he plugged his headphones into the device and pressed play.
"Break up with him."
"Break up with Quinn... Exactly. We both know what we're doing is wrong, but we can't what we're doing is wrong, but we can't stand the thought of breaking off either of our relationships, whether its with them or with each other."
"San, its not that I don't care about you-"
"Its that you love her. I get it, Ray. I wish I didn't, but I do. If you were to break up with Quinn, I'd dump Finn in a heartbeat."
"San, I'm so sorry."
"We've had this conversation a thousand times. I just have to live with the fact that I'm your second choice. For now, I can do that, but I can't promise anything for the future."
There was a while of only being able to hear the teacher talking until Rachel started up another conversation.
"Are we still on for tonight?"
"Yea, I guess. I already told Finn I can't hang out tonight. Let's meet in the auditorium around four thirty."
"I'll see you then."
Jacob smiled evilly and stood up.
Finn Hudson and Quinn Fabray were sitting together in the choir room when Jacob walked in. "What do you want, Jew Fro?" Quinn asked. The boy held up the recorder.
"I have something that you two may be interested in hearing." he said.
"Can it wait until later? I'm waiting for Rachel." Quinn said.
"And I'm waiting for Santana." Finn added. Jacob smiled.
"They aren't coming." he said. The quarterback and the cheerleader shared a look.
"What do you mean?" Finn asked.
"They aren't on their way here."
"How do you know that?" Quinn asked. Jacob handed her the recorder and she pressed play.
"Break up with him."
"Break up with Quinn... Exactly. We both know what we're doing is wrong, but we can't what we're doing is wrong, but we can't stand the thought of breaking off either of our relationships, whether its with them or with each other."
"San, its not that I don't care about you-"
"Its that you love her. I get it, Ray. I wish I didn't, but I do. If you were to break up with Quinn, I'd dump Finn in a heartbeat."
"San, I'm so sorry."
"We've had this conversation a thousand times. I just have to live with the fact that I'm your second choice. For now, I can do that, but I can't promise anything for the future."
Finn and Quinn frowned at each other as they listened. "Why is it quiet?" Finn asked just as Rachel began speaking again.
"Shut up, Finn." Quinn hissed, listening.
"Are we still on for tonight?"
"Yea, I guess. I already told Finn I can't hang out tonight. Let's meet in the auditorium around four thirty."
"I'll see you then."
Quinn handed the device back to Jacob. "You've gotta be kidding me. Rachel's cheating on me."
"And Santana's cheating on me..." Finn added. Jacob looked at him.
"You don't seem to have the best track record with girls." Finn glared and the boy sprinted out of the room.
"What time is it?" he growled. Quinn glanced at her phone.
"Four forty-five." They both stood up and walked out of the room.
"Baby girl, I'm so sorry about earlier." Santana whispered as she kissed Rachel.
"It was my fault." Rachel replied. Santana shook her head. "I shouldn't have brought it up."
"It needs to come up eventually. Its inevitable. Eventually, we're going to have to make some decisions." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"Yea... I know..." Rachel said. Santana bit her lip. "I choose you." Rachel whispered, meeting the Latina's eyes.
"Really?" Rachel nodded.
"Well isn't that just sweet?" The two brunettes turned to see Finn standing backstage.
"Finn, let me explain." Santana said. He held up a hand.
"Rachel, you're a hypocrite. You got pissed at me for sleeping with Santana when you were with Jesse. Now you're actually helping her cheat on me with you? What the hell is wrong with you?" he yelled.
"Okay first of all, don't put your hand in my face. And second, don't talk to her like that." Santana said.
"Shut up, Santana. You're such a slut." he snapped. Rachel stepped in and slapped the boy.
"She is not a slut." she growled.
"I've slept with her before. I think I would know what she's like." Finn said. Rachel glared.
"So have I. Yes, Santana can be rather... risque and dirty in bed, but she can also be gentle and sweet, though you've probably never seen that side of her in bed because she reserves it for the people she actually likes sleeping with." Rachel said. Santana raised an eyebrow in amusement and held back a laugh.
"Wow... I didn't think you'd actually sleep with her." Rachel and Santana turned around.
"Quinn..."
"Save it Rachel. We're over." Quinn said, walking up to Santana. "So are we." she said, slapping the Latina.
"Q, I'm sorry. But you know how amazing and irresitible she is." Santana said. Quinn looked at her with disgust.
"I can't believe you'd do that to me." she whispered. Suddenly, Jacob appeared from behind a curtain. "Okay, you seriously need to stop that." Quinn said.
"Rachel, Santana, I have something for you." Jacob said, reaching for his front pocket.
"Ew." Rachel said.
"Jew Fro, you better keep that in there." Santana yelled. He pulled out the now infamous recorder and pressed play.
"Finn, what about Rachel and Santana?" Santana and Rachel raised eyebrows, as it was obvious they were kissing.
"What about them? I don't love Santana. Do you love Rachel?"
"Yes."
"Then why are you here?"
"I think I love her. Why are you with her if you don't love her?"
"To make you jealous." Rachel turned it off and handed it to Jacob. Glares from all four Glee Club members sent the boy running.
"So you were cheating on me as well?" she asked.
"It was one time, Rachel. You can't say the same." Quinn said, walking out. Santana glared at Finn.
"Who's the hypocrite now man whore?"
"We're through, Santana." Finn said. Santana turned around.
"Thank God." she said as he walked out. Rachel began softly crying. "Are you okay, mi estrella?" Santana asked, reaching a hand out.
"Don't you dare touch me. This was an awful idea. All of it." Rachel said, running away.
"Rachel!"
That evening, there was a knock on Santana's bedroom door. "Its open!" Quinn walked in.
"Hey."
"Q." Santana said, surprised.
"Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I... I had a feeling Rachel was cheating on me with you, but I was hoping that it was at least not involving sex." Quinn said.
"How'd you know?"
"I became suspicious when she started smelling faintly like your perfume. I guess when you guys would make out it would linger on her. Then after awhile I could really tell that it was on her. Does she... I mean after you guys..." Quinn trailed off.
"Yea." Santana whispered, looking down. Quinn nodded.
"Anyway, then she was wearing your lip gloss and she started talking a bit like you. That's not a bad thing, because her sentences were shorter. Thanks for that, by the way." Santana laughed softly. "But it was just different. Then I started looking for other signs. I noticed the looks you two share in Glee Club, in class, or in the hallway. The secret smiles, the smirks, the blushes... one time I swear I even saw you guys manage to sneak a touch in during a dance rehearsal." Quinn said.
"Q, I'm so sorry. You're one of my best friends and I feel awful that I've hurt you, but I can't regret what happened between Rachel and I. She's amazing and I love how I feel around her. No one has ever been able to make me feel that way, not even Brittany. She makes me feel whole again, something I haven't felt since Britt started dating Artie." Santana said. Quinn nodded.
"I get that. That's why I'm letting her go. I won't stand in your way and I won't cause any problems. And if Finn tries to, I'll step in. I know firsthand how amazing Rachel is and if she had to cheat on me, I'm glad it was with someone who realizes it and appreciates it. I think that you're the perfect girl for her. You two balance each other out. Rachel and I didn't balance each other out as much, but you guys seem to chill out when the other is around. That's another thing I noticed. She'd get in her diva mode and you two would make eye contact and she'd instantly calm down. I guess everyone else just assumed it was me calming her down." Quinn said. Santana smiled. "Do you love her, S?" Santana nodded.
"I think I do."
Rachel climbed up the stairs in the Lopez house and heard voices outside of Santana's bedroom. She could hear Quinn talking.
"Do you love her, S?"
"I think I do." Rachel's heart stopped beating. Santana loved her? Did she love Santana?
"Then she's yours. Take care of her and be good to her."
"I promise, Q. Are we okay though?"
"Yes, S. We're good." Rachel smiled as she stood outside the door. Suddenly, it was opening and Quinn and Santana were staring at a now blushing Rachel Berry.
"Can we help you?" Santana asked, an amused smirk on her face.
"I wanted to talk to you both... guess I only have to make one stop." Rachel said, looking at Quinn with meaning. Santana saw this and bowed her head.
"Let me say something first." she said. Rachel looked over. "Ray, the entire time we were fooling around, you refused to end things with Quinn because you love her. Today after Quinn broke up with you, you immediately said what we did was mistake. I think that you should be with Quinn. She's the one that makes you happy." Santana said softly.
"San, wait-"
"Rachel, I can see it. I can't make you that happy."
"But you do." Rachel whispered, tears in her eyes. Santana looked up. "You do. I don't regret what we did. I regret how we went about it, because we hurt people in the process, but I don't regret being with you. Quinn, I'm sorry that I saw her behind your back." Rachel said.
"Its cool, Rach. We were never right for each other. Look, I'll see you guys later. Good luck." Quinn said, smiling as she walked out.
"Santana, I want you. I need you. I love you." Rachel said. Santana pulled her into a kiss.
"God dammit, Berry. Don't scare me like that again. I thought I'd lost you." she whispered. Rachel shook her head.
"I told you earlier. I choose you. I meant that. I love you, Santana." Rachel said.
"I love you too, Ray. So much." Santana said, kissing the diva before hugging her tightly. "So I couldn't help but notice that you were momentarily turned on when describing me in bed." Santana whispered as she rested her chin on Rachel's head. The diva laughed. "Which version of Santana did you want tonight?" the Latina asked, her voice low. Rachel looked up and saw the lust and love in Santana's eyes.
"Surprise me." she whispered. Santana grinned.
"Think you can handle multiple Santanas tonight?" she asked. Rachel involuntarily moaned and nodded.
"I want dirty Santana right now." she said.
"There will be time for sweet Santana later." the cheerleader promised, kissing the diva's neck.