I know, I know. You all hate me. I kind of hate myself as well at this point... but there wouldn't be a story if nothing happened! *runs away*

Santana awoke to the sound of dishes clattering to the floor and as she looked at the time on her bedside clock, she gave a low growl; once again she found herself being awoken before lunchtime.

'Oh Berry, again?' She muttered.

She got up begrudgingly to see if the small brunette was okay and shuffled to the kitchen in just a long t-shirt barely covering her thighs. She hurried her pace as she saw Rachel crouching down on the floor and picking up the pieces of broken glass.

'I'll do that,' Santana said firmly 'you could hurt yourself.'

Rachel looked up at her; Santana could see she was deciding something behind those chocolate eyes.

'What would you care if I did?' Rachel pressed, continuing to pick up the glass.

Santana moved to pick her up and that's when Rachel snapped, trying to push her away.

'Get away from me, why don't you go and help Brittany out instead?' Rachel glared at her.

'What?' Santana replied, frowning.

'You know exactly what I'm talking about!'

'No I don't Berry, jeez, what is this about?'

Rachel suddenly burst into tears,

'You know what this is about,' she said quietly.

Santana raised her eyebrows. Rachel had obviously had time to think about the date Santana had been on with Brittany and now she had a problem with it.

'Oh so you want to have your cake and eat it too? Is that it?' Santana pressed.

Rachel stared at the shattered glass at the floor.

'This is typical of you Berry,' Santana exploded 'you think the whole damn world revolves around you, well guess what? It doesn't and I'm allowed to move on with my life if I want!'

'You weren't saying that the other day,' Rachel shot back angrily 'when you had your tongue halfway down my throat! Have you told her that?'

'Well that was before –'

'Before what? You decided to switch it up a little?'

'Hey! I'm not the exactly the guilty party here; you're having a baby with Quinn or don't you remember? You have no right to lecture me Berry, none at all… not that I blame you… Quinn isn't half of what I am,' Santana gave a smug grin.

Rachel moved forwards and slapped Santana around the face. Santana looked at her, furious.

'I'm not going to hit a pregnant woman Rachel, so don't push me,'

'No? Just abandon her for some stupid blonde…'

Santana stepped forward.

'Don't talk about Brittany like that,'

'Like the way you talk about Quinn?' Rachel jabbed a finger into Santana's chest 'no Santana, you aren't half of what Quinn is.'

Rachel barged past her as Santana grabbed her arm and turned towards her, bringing their lips together. Rachel resisted for a second before she felt her own tongue collide with Santana's and her hands clasp her waist.

Santana pushed her back against the kitchen counter as she dragged her fingers under Rachels top and found her tender breasts, swollen as a result of the pregnancy.

'Fuck,' she muttered into Rachels mouth as she took a nipple between her fingers and squeezed it gently. Rachel pulled her in further and began kissing her neck.

'Oh God Santana this is wrong,' Rachel breathed as Santana had found her way under Rachels skirt and was gently pulling her underwear down 'I hate you, I hate you so much.'

Santana dragged her fingers along Rachels folds and felt in between her wet lips as she started to rub Rachel into a state of heavy breathing.

'I don't want you,' Rachel groaned as she rocked her hips steady with Santana's rhythm up against the kitchen counter.

'You know it feels like,' Santana whispered in her ear 'that you want much more of me.' As she whispered she slipped her finger inside of Rachel easily, feeling her tight walls clench around her.

'Oh God,' was all Rachel could whisper as Santana steadily fucked her.

The brunette reached under Santanas T-shirt as she felt the smooth, toned skin underneath her fingertips. She caressed her stomach until she found her breasts, firm and she squeezed them gently.

Suddenly they both heard the door slam and both girls turned around to see Quinn Fabray taking in the sight of both of them pressed up against the kitchen counter with Rachels underwear around her legs.

'Quinn… you had work? You h-have work I mean,' Rachel stuttered still somewhat clasped to Santana.

'I was... sent home…'

Santana took a step away and never broke eye contact with Quinn who was staring at her like she had grown two heads.

'What's going on?' Quinn said slowly, never taking her eyes off of Santana.

'Nothing,' Santana said quickly.

'Don't lie to me,' Quinn replied.

Rachel pulled her underwear up.

'It's not what it looks like,' Rachel said quietly.

Quinn walked up to Santana slowly.

'No? Seems to me it looked very much like you were on my girlfriend,' Quinn growled 'or should I say in?'

Santana rolled her eyes.

'Look, Quinn –'

Before she could finish her sentence, Quinn had launched her fist into Santana's face and Rachel was crying out in shock. The next moment Quinn and Santana were grabbing each other by the hair and laying into each other with their fists, tooth and nail.

'Stop it! Both of you!' Rachel shouted as Quinn picked up a saucepan and flung it, narrowly missing Santana's head.

Quinn turned to her, tears brimming in her eyes.

'How could you Rachel? I love you,' Quinn said, her anger subsiding into pain.

'Quinn please,' Rachel replied 'let me explain.'

'Oh Jesus! I've had enough of this,' Santana said, nursing her busted lip and she turned on her heel towards her bedroom, slamming the door.

Rachel stepped towards Quinn who stepped away from her.

'How long?' Quinn asked, shaking her head.

'What?'

'How long has it been going on for and no more lying Rachel?' Quinn pressed, her eyes wet.

Rachel let out a deep sigh as her own eyes welled up.

'A long time,' she said.

Quinn cupped her mouth.

'All this time and you let me believe we had a life together? A family?'

'We still do Quinn,'

'No we don't, not anymore,' Quinn replied.

'No Quinn, I'm not letting this tear us apart,'Rachel said taking another step forward.

Quinn's anger returned.

'For God's sake Rachel why her; what the hell were you thinking?'

'Quinn I don't know, I was attracted to her and I -'

'Do you love her?'

'No, never Quinn, I could never love her like I love you,'

'Seems to be like you did a pretty poor job of loving me, I can't be around you right now,' Quinn said, tears falling. She walked past Rachel and out of the front door, slamming it.

Rachel sunk to the floor, head in her hands. She heard the front door slam once more and didn't need to look up to know that Santana had also stormed out.

Over at Starbucks

'Santana what happened to your face?' Brittany asked, coming over to Santana as soon as she saw her enter the shop.

'Never mind about my face,' Santana said shakily 'I need somewhere to stay tonight.'

Brittany put her arms around her.

'My Uncle is out of town tonight so you can stay with me tonight if you really need it, I'm worried about you,' Brittany said softly.

Santana burst out into tears.

'I don't deserve your sympathy,' she said, the other customers now staring at her.

'Shhh,' Brittany replied wrapping her arms around her 'I'll ask the green man if I can leave early and we can talk about it at mine.'

Santana nodded as she cried into Brittany's shoulder, ignoring the looks people were giving her.

Back at the Apartment

When Kurt returned home from work, he found Rachel curled up on the kitchen floor, random bits of shattered glass and cutlery surrounding her.

'Rachel!' He cried, fearing the worst.

He lent down beside her and found her crying and limp.

'I'm calling an ambulance,' he said.

'No,' Rachel said weakly 'it's nothing.'

He helped her to sit up and got her a glass of water.

'What happened?' He asked.

Rachel sighed.

'Oh Kurt, she knows.'

Kurt didn't need to hear the rest of the story; he knew very well who knew what. He put his arms around her and took a deep breath.

'Rachel I'm your best friend and nothing is going to change that, but I knew this would happen. You're going to need to give Quinn some time.'

She nodded.

'What were you thinking?' He said softly.

'I wasn't thinking,' she replied, wiping the wetness from her face.

'At least it's out in the open now,'

'But we all live here Kurt,'

'Yeah… I don't think that's going to work out much longer,' he said taking a deep breath.

A new set of tears ran down Rachels face.

'I'm frightened I've lost her Kurt,'

'Which one?' He asked raising his eyebrows.

Rachel crossed her head and looked up at him with her wide brown eyes.

'I'm afraid it's time to make up your mind once and for all Rachel Berry.'

Over at Brittany's

'Santana please tell me what's wrong,' Brittany said, curling herself around the girl as they watched television.

They were both lying on the bed in Brittany's room, surrounded by pillows and a dishevelled duvet.

'I can't Britt, not yet,' Santana returned, watching the television without really paying attention to it.

Santana had her arm around the blonde and had been thinking about how to tell Brittany she had been seeing Rachel behind Quinn's back as well as trying to get Brittany back at the same time. She gave out a groan; she had really messed up this time. She had known they would be found out sooner or later; Quinn and Kurt were always in and out of the apartment in the morning, she hadn't even thought to be more careful.

'Whatever it is, I'll be here for you,' Brittany said softly and Santana clung to her tightly. It would kill her if she lost Brittany. She couldn't go through that, not again.

'Can we talk about it tomorrow?' Santana asked, running her hands through her hair.

'Of course,' Brittany smiled.

The light flickered from the television as the sky outside grew darker. They were both lying on a single bed and Santana felt uneasy being so close to the blonde. Santana listened to the rain which had started to tap against the window.

'I can go and sleep on the sofa,' Santana said quickly as she noticed Brittany yawning.

'It's fine San, I like you laying here with me,' Brittany replied 'in fact…'

Santana watched as Brittany started to pull her top over her head and kiss Santana on the neck.

'Britt, what happened to taking it slow?' Santana said holding her firmly back.

'This doesn't have to mean we've sped things up between us, I just haven't had you in my arms for so long Santana. I've missed having you like this.'

Santana looked into her silvery eyes in the dim light and felt herself stir. Only this morning she had had her hands all over Rachel; to do the same to Brittany after that… was it right? Then again, could she really turn her away? If Brittany wanted something she could have it, Santana had never refused her anything.

'You mean this is a one off on our road to recovery?' Santana asked, furrowing her brow.

Brittany nodded and moved Santana's hand so it rested on her thigh. Santana bit her lip as she took in the sight of her ex-girlfriend. She turned her lips towards Brittany and bristled at the feel of meeting her lips once more.

'It's been so long baby,' she whispered.

Back at the apartment

Rachel couldn't sleep. She thought she may never be able to sleep again; she already missed the feel of being curled around Quinn in bed. Where was she at this hour? Who was she with? Rachel hugged her pillow. It was no less than she deserved, she knew.

Santana had always been there when Quinn wasn't. Quinn was everything she could of hoped for and more but sometimes there was such a space between them and Santana had filled that space for her. It was lust with Santana, curiosity, it was selfishness and it was never going to last. Why had she felt jealous about Brittany? Was it was because she had had Santana in her pocket for so long that she couldn't stand the thought of having to share her? The break up with Brittany was the reason they had got together - comfort and understanding.

It had all been fine as long as she had Quinn: Quinn to build a family with, to fall asleep with at night and to hold her hand. Quinn had been the framework for so long and the thought of losing her sliced through her chest.

The brunette heard a knock on her door and assumed it to be Kurt. She really didn't feel like the company but she owed him her time after what she had put him through today. She got up to open it, only to find Quinn on the other side of it, hair damp from the rain outside and carrying a small bunch of yellow daffodils. Rachels heart skipped a beat at the sight of her.

'Rachel I can't be away from you,' Quinn said offering her the flowers sheepishly.

Rachel wasn't sure if she was about to be on the end of some cruel practical joke.

'I don't deserve those,' Rachel said taking them, unsure of what the next step was.

Both girls stared at each other and there was a silence as Quinn stood in the doorway, seeming on edge.

'You don't love her? You never loved her right?' Quinn said, her breath unsteady as though it hurt.

'No, never it was always you Quinn,' Rachel replied 'I have only ever loved you.'

'Good, because I love you too and I can live with the thought of you giving your body to her but never your heart, that belongs to me Rachel.'

'It's yours Quinn, forever.'

Quinn stepped inside their bedroom and took off her coat, avoiding Rachels eyes. Rachel almost couldn't believe it; she was at least expecting to get the cold shoulder from Quinn if she ever did come home but flowers?

'We'll need to sort out some things tomorrow, I can't stay in the same place as her and I won't leave you here with her from now on,' Quinn watched Rachel turn her face away.

Rachel nodded.

'I will talk with her tomorrow,' Quinn said 'tell her to sort something until I can get us a place to move out to.'

'Quinn aren't you still angry with me?' Rachel said quietly.

Quinn looked at her, hazel eyes glazed over.

'Furious, but it hurts too much to be apart from you. You and that bump in your stomach are everything to me and I can't even go one night without knowing you are both safe. Not even one night Rachel.'

Rachel watched Quinn as she undressed and knew it would take time for things to ever even to begin to be how they were. She wasn't exactly sure how they could move past this together but she knew she could start making it up to her tonight. She took Quinn's coat and hung it up on the door.

'Let's go to sleep Quinn, I'm exhausted,' Rachel said crawling into bed feeling overwhelmed.

Quinn got in next to her and turned the light off. Rachel closed her eyes, all too aware that there was still no arm curling around her tonight.