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For Santana, the freeing effect of being out was limited because the moment she walked into school she felt trapped. At WMHS four people knew her secret, Blaine, Kurt, Brittany, and Karofsky, out of the couple thousand that attended the school. Not only the thought of what people would do if they found that she was gay, but how many would do so. With each step the young Latina took into the school she cringed, traveling deeper and deeper into the homophobia, and with each step the bitch persona became stronger, it was her only defense against the masses.
As she approached her locker she saw Brittany, whose locker was neighboring to hers, talking to Artie. However, something about the way she was talking to him reminded Santana of something, and she didn't like it. As she did her locker combination she heard Brittany say, "I'm so sorry Artie. I messed up last year, and so did you, and I forgive you for it. But I still care for you, like a lot, and I want to be with you." Santana felt her rage go from zero to sixty in less than a second. She was furious. How could Brittany want to get back together with him? Before she could go off she heard the boy in the wheel chair say, "I appreciate that Brittany. But I don't think it's a good idea to get back together. The whole time we were together you were cheating on me. I don't trust you." And then he wheeled himself down the hallway.
Santana saw the young blonde's heart sink, and her heart fell as well. Santana hated seeing Brittany so sad, and there was nothing she could do about. "Oh, hi San," Brittany said with a weak smile as she turned around. "How much did you hear?"
"More than I wanted to."
"I'm sorry."
Santana shook her head. "You have nothing to be sorry for. You are single, and have the right to date whoever you want to."
"But you don't," Brittany said solemnly
Santana let out a sigh, "I'm working on it though, so don't worry about me Britt. Now how about we go to English class?" As she asked this she extended her pinky. Brittany grabbed her pinky, and nodded.
The last period of the day finally came, while all her friends had gone to Glee Santana headed toward the library, she figured she could do her homework and have the night to relax. Sure enough, Santana had finished her homework in the given fifty minute periods, with time to spare. She decided to roam the halls. The image of her walking alone in the deserted hallways felt eerily familiar, even though she had never done so before. She felt like she needed to cry, but after spending a weekend with Blaine, which was mostly spent crying, she couldn't physically cry anymore.
"I never took you to be the emo type," said a familiar voice form behind Santana.
When Santana turned around she was surprised to see Quinn, still in her Skanks outfit. "What are you talking about? I'm wearing no black."
The pink headed girl shrugged. "So, you look depressed. And why aren't you in Glee?"
"You haven't heard?" Quinn shook her head. "I got kicked out."
Quinn was shocked. Mr. Schuester never denied anyone entrance into the club, nor did he kick them out. "Why?"
"Because he thought I was the one who set the piano on fire. You were."
"And, you took the blame?"
"Believe or not Quinn I do have feelings. And when Mr. Schue kicked me out I just wanted to run, hide, and cry. Besides, at that point Mr. Schuester didn't want to hear the truth, he just wanted me gone."
Quinn stared at Santana, for the first time she was actually seeing Santana feel emotion. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly.
"I live," Santana snapped.
"Well if you want to talk about it-"
"No! Why would I want to talk to you, when you didn't even want to see me last week! You don't get to have it both ways Quinn, I learned that the hard way!" Silence hung between them for a moment. "So if you don't mind I have a Cheerios practice to attend because I'm Head Cheerio!" Quinn watched silently as Santana turn around and head towards the athletic fields for cheerleading practice.
She was pulled out of her trance when she heard on of her fellow Skanks say, "Do you want me to beat the shit out of her for you?"
Quinn shook her head, "No, I'll take of this one myself," she said before she headed towards the athletic fields.
Santana had noticed Quinn watching Cheerios practice from the bleachers, so she wasn't surprised that Quinn approached her after practice had ended. "What do you want Quinn?"
"To talk," Quinn stated simply.
"You can't have it both ways."
"I know, so I'm choosing a side."
Santana shook her head, "I still don't believe you."
Quinn smirked, "I'll take a shower to prove it."
Santana narrowed her eyes. "Fine, but I'll need a lift to your house, my car is in the shop."
"Let's go then."
Santana changed out of her uniform and into a pair of shots and a tank that she kept in her Cheerios bag and then sat on the bed, while she waited for Quinn to get out of the shower. Soon enough Quinn emerged from the bathroom in normal clothes. She had rinsed off all the heavy make-up she had been wearing, and her hair appeared to be a lighter shade of bubble-gum pink. Santana smirked, "Glad to see you have left the cult."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "It was too much work, besides I hate smoking. I only did it to-"
"Fit in," Santana nodded solemnly. "I know exactly what you mean."
"What do you mean?" Quinn asked as she sat down next to Santana on her bed.
"I mean that I'm a total fake. I am such a fake, that I don't even know the real me."
"Been there, done that, and look where I am."
Santana shook her head, "No to the extent that I am."
Quinn furrowed her brow in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked hesitantly, not sure where her friend was going with this.
"I mean no one knows me!"
"Like how?"
"Like, I not an actually a bitch. I actually hate being bitch."
"Okay, I'd get that. But, I still have a hard time believing that no one knows you at all."
"You just don't get it"
"Try me."
"Quinn… I'm gay."
Quinn felt the urge to blink a couple of times. "Wait, what?"
"I'm a lesbian." Quinn nodded, and then started to laugh. Santana couldn't believe what was happening. "Why the fuck are you laughing?"
"I'm laughing because I have always known," Quinn managed to say before completely losing it. She was laughing so hard that no sound came out of her mouth, and tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Quinn when did my sexual orientation become a punch line."
"When you thought it was a secret!" Quinn managed to get out of her silent laughter.
"Do I need to call the funny farm, cause I will."
Quinn shook her head, and finally stopped laughing. "No I'm good. Sorry I lost it like that. I feel terrible."
Santana raised and eyebrow, "Really? Because you looked like you were having a grand old time."
Quinn blushed, "Sorry. It's just you were so obvious with Brittany."
The young Latina's eyes grew wide, "How?"
"One, holding pinkies, which scream I'm secretly in a relationship with this person. Two, you were oddly defensive of Brittany. Three, you never actually dated a boy, you just had emotionally unattached sex. Four, if anyone actually saw your closest they would know your gay. You have overalls, vests, Fedoras, a shit-load of wife beaters, in every color might I add, and you have a collection of plaid shirts. And last, but definitely not least, I have shared a room with you and Brittany. The first time we all shared a room I heard you guys having sex. After that, I invested in a pair of earplugs."
"Am I that gay?" Santana asked in complete disbelief.
Quinn nodded. "Yeah you are. But don't worry I accept you."
"Fuck you."
"I told you at Nationals last year, I'm not into that. But I am flattered." Quinn said with a smirk.
"I am royally fucked then."
Quinn noticed how the vibe in the room had changed from playful to serious. "What do you mean?"
"My parents." As Santana whispered this, tears began cascading down her cheeks.
Quinn knew Santana's parents were both strict and religious, which wasn't a good combination for Santana.
"I just can't tell them, I just can't. They are ten times worst than your dad, and I have two of them." Santana said through her sobs.
Quinn rubbed her friends back to calm her down. As she did this she asked if Santana had told anyone else. Santana nodded. "Who?"
"Brittany… Karofsky... Kurt, and Blaine." Santana said when she had calmed down enough to talk.
"That's good. Have them come up with any ideas on how to help?"
"I have only told Blaine the whole story." Quinn was surprised to hear this. "He…um… fond my in the auditorium crying after I had been kicked out of Glee."
Quinn nodded, as she imagined the emotional wreck for Santana to be in to open up like that. "What did he suggest?"
"He said that I could live with him. And his parents would have more than enough to pay for my education, or if I didn't feel comfortable with that I could apply for scholarships."
Quinn nodded, "My mom and I would more than happy for you to stay with us, if you wanted that. We couldn't pay for college, but if you wanted to."
"Thanks Quinn, but I don't know what I am going to do yet."
"I get that. But take it from me, sometimes you need to get away from family to thrive. That's essentially what I did with Beth. I couldn't give her a life she deserved, so I gave her up to someone who could do more then I ever could."
"That took a lot of courage Quinn."
"I know, but what you are doing is just as brave, if not more." Quinn said with a kind a gentle smile. "You'll get through this, and I'll be here to help if you need it." Santana nodded before she began to cry again.
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