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Santana felt as though she was cemented to the spot. Quinn's lips were dangerously close to her own and all it would take was one moment of madness to make it up to the now fragile blonde, perhaps it would even make Quinn hate her a little less and redeem her… Brittany.
'No,' Santana said decisively, gently pushing Quinn from her lap and standing up.
Quinn looked up at her like a small child; lost and confused.
'This isn't going to fix your relationship Quinn; you need to talk to Rachel, that's the only way,' Santana said firmly.
She wasn't sure that Quinn had heard her; she now seemed to be staring off into space as though Santana wasn't even there.
'Quinn?'
'I heard you,' Quinn replied sighing and getting herself up.
The kitchen surrounding them was still a complete mess and neither one of them could take a step without standing on some cutlery or broken shards.
'I will clear this up when I get back,' Santana said picking up some broken glass and throwing it in the bin. 'Are you going to be okay here by yourself?'
Quinn gave her an icy stare and ignored her question. Santana watched as she went through to the living room to turn the television on, sitting down on the sofa.
'I'll take that as a yes,' she muttered to herself.
Over at Pizza Planet
Kurt tapped his fingers nervously on the table as he waited for his date to arrive. He looked around at the other couples sat around him and felt his stomach flutter; was he really finally becoming one of them?
'Sorry I'm late,' a voice came and Kurt looked up to see it was Blaine; bright eyed and fluffy tailed.
'It's fine, I'm just glad you could join me tonight,' Kurt smiled relieved that he had turned up at all.
'So what's been going on with you and you know…?' Blaine asked picking up the menu and scanning it.
Kurt sighed.
'You really don't want to know…'
Blaine gave an awkward smile.
'I saw Santana earlier… I think something's going on between her and Brittany,' he said.
Kurt took a deep breath.
'Yeah you could say that Santana's had something going on with more than just Brittany.'
Blaine raised his eyebrows.
'Oh.'
'Yeah; oh.'
Blaine put down the menu.
'Are you okay with it?'
Kurt rolled his eyes.
'Santana is my friend but she and Rachel have really messed up this time,'
'Rachel?' Blaine asked confused.
'Yes, my best friend Rachel who was dating Quinn was having her cake and eating it with Santana,' Kurt replied exhausted.
'That's rough,' Blaine twisted his lips.
'Tell me about it, you could cut the tension with a knife in there at the moment.'
A waitress came over and took their drink orders; Blaine ordered a water and Kurt a sparkling grape juice. She returned with them almost within the minute much to Kurt's delight; he was keen to change the subject to what they were going to eat.
'And Quinn's still there?' Blaine asked taking a sip of his water.
'Where's she going to go? Besides they're having a baby together,' Kurt shrugged.
Blaine looked as though he was going to spit out his water.
'Rachel's pregnant?'
Kurt couldn't help but laugh at Blaine's shocked expression.
'Yeah and why do I feel like I might get left holding the baby?' Kurt said 'especially if Quinn leaves.'
'I'll help you feed it,' Blaine jested.
'Don't even joke about that,' Kurt replied, shuddering.
'Okay, okay, we can change the subject,' Blaine smiled, sensing Kurt was getting wound up.
'Please,' Kurt replied, flashing his light blue eyes at Blaine.
Blaine grinned as he reached out his hand over the table and took Kurt's, sending a warm shiver through both of their bodies.
Over at Brittany's Place
Santana stood outside Brittany's place buzzing up to her uncle's apartment over and over again. She knew Brittany was home, she could see her bedroom light on and she wasn't prepared to give up without at least trying. She tried ringing her phone repeatedly and on the seventh try, Brittany finally picked up.
'Go home Santana,' Brittany snapped; Santana had never heard her so angry.
'Please let me explain, I swear I haven't touched Rachel since our night together,' Santana said quickly.
She heard Brittany sigh.
'That doesn't matter now, how could you do that to Quinn?'
'Can we just talk about this face to face?' Santana pleaded.
Brittany hesitated.
'I don't want to; I just think I need some space from you right now,'
'I know you think I'm a monster, but I never meant for any of this to affect us…' Santana said desperately.
'Well it has Santana,' Brittany replied, this time more softly.
'Don't say that, we were just getting back to the way things were,' Santana said, feeling her voice breaking. 'Brittany?'
There was a silence before Brittany hung up and Santana still held the phone to her ear before staring at the blank screen and slowly putting it back in her pocket. She sunk back against the wall; how was she going to get herself out of this mess?
Over at the Apartment
Rachel closed the door behind her as she dropped off her shopping on the kitchen counters. She noticed the kitchen was a mess; something had definitely gone down when she had been out. Immediately her mind turned to Santana and Quinn fighting again.
'Quinn?' She said hurriedly, searching her bedroom and the kitchen. There was no reply.
She finally walked into the living room to see Quinn curled up on a sofa and she breathed a sigh of relief; she was still here.
'There you are,' she said 'what happened?'
When she came closer she realised Quinn was crying.
'Quinn, what's wrong?' Rachel cried as she gathered Quinn up in her arms.
Quinn tried to push her away weakly but Rachel held on tightly.
'Go away,' Quinn croaked.
'I'm not going anywhere,' Rachel replied 'please tell me what's wrong?'
'You already left ages me ago,' Quinn snapped 'so don't tell me you're not going anywhere.'
'I never left you Quinn and I never would, I made a mistake I know but I never left you,' Rachel said quietly.
'A mistake is something you make once, not over and over again!' Quinn glared at her.
'I made a mistake time and time again, I'm not trying to diminish it Quinn I just…'
'When are you going to stop lying to me?' Quinn said, her voice breaking.
'The mistake, I mean, Santana…' Rachel took a deep breath 'Okay Quinn fine, I felt something for her in my own small way, I was selfish and I wasn't thinking about anybody else but myself… she was just there and I took advantage and I have no one to blame but myself and I'm not trying to make excuses.'
Quinn couldn't manage to stop her tears from falling or to lower her breathing; everything was too much for her to handle.
'I don't know how I feel anymore Rachel… I thought I could forgive you but this whole thing is just so… fucked up. It hurts and I can't even look at you without seeing her, I just don't think I can do this…' Quinn whispered.
'No, please Quinn,' Rachel begged, beginning to cry herself 'don't leave me, don't leave us.'
Quinn stared at Rachels rounded stomach and shook her head, feeling more tears stream down her face.
'I'm sorry,' she said, her voice cracking.
Rachel grew frantic and grabbed on to her arms as Quinn sat up.
'Quinn I'm sorry,' Rachel repeated again and again.
Quinn pushed her off and stood up. Rachel grabbed and pulled at her, pulling her back down and into a reluctant kiss; she couldn't let her leave. Quinn resisted and pushed her away before she suddenly kissed her back angrily, feeling her hurt and rage beginning to channel itself in being rough with Rachel. She grabbed Rachel with force and pinned her down against the sofa seeing the small brunette look up at her with wet eyes.
'Quinn,' Rachel whispered.
Quinn began to pull Rachel's trousers down revealing smooth bare thighs as Rachel bit her lip and grabbed a hold of her messy blonde hair. Quinn bit into both of her thighs leaving her mark and working her way up her legs. She made Rachel arch her back as she ran her tongue along Rachel's inner pelvis and to her wetness.
'Fuck Quinn…' Rachel groaned.
Quinn continued to massage her tongue against Rachel's swollen center over and over again until Rachel couldn't contain herself any longer and let out a telling groan; one Quinn had heard many times before. Quinn remained there for a few seconds before sh stood up and wiped her lips with the back of her hand staring down at an exposed Rachel.
'I'm leaving you,' she said firmly.
Rachel went to protest but couldn't make herself speak. She covered her face with her hands, trying to block out what had just happened. Quinn gave her one last look and left to pack her suitcase.
Over at Starbucks
Santana sat brooding over her coffee; she hadn't felt like returning home and facing Rachel and Quinn. She couldn't remember a time when she had felt this low; it felt like breaking up with Brittany all over again. She had always known that deep down she would have to pay for the affair with Rachel, but she never thought it would be like this. She hadn't even really been scared of Quinn finding out, the truth was her and Quinn had never been the best of friends and she thought at one point that Quinn knew about the two of them and that was why she disliked her so much, it would have made sense but now... Nothing seemed to make sense. As she finished her coffee, she made to get up and leave. As she did so, she stopped and did a double take as she saw Quinn standing at the counter.
'Quinn?' Santana could barely speak.
A red eyed Quinn turned around and saw Santana. She looked vulnerable and tired. Santana tried to bury her guilt; she now saw what she had done to Quinn; what she had really done to Quinn. She approached her awkwardly and noticed her suitcase.
'You have a suitcase?' Santana asked.
'I'm leaving,' Quinn said bitterly 'not that it's any concern of yours, leave me alone.'
'I can't leave you like this,' Santana pressed 'where are you going to stay?'
'I'll find a bed and breakfast somewhere and look for somewhere to live in the morning,' Quinn shrugged.
Santana watched as Quinn ordered her coffee and fished in her pocket for change; Santana quickly paid for Quinn's coffee before she had a chance to get her money and picked up her suitcase for her.
'If you're going then I'm coming with you; I'm not leaving you on your own like this.'
Quinn looked too tired to argue with her, Santana knew deep down that Quinn didn't want her there but she would never forgive herself if Quinn did something stupid. After everything she had done she couldn't leave Quinn on her own at one of the lowest points of her life; especially when she was responsible for that lowest point.
At the Apartment
Kurt returned home full of pizza and butterflies unlocked the door to an empty and dark apartment. He shut the front door and sighed. He really liked Blaine.
'Hello?' He called out on the chance someone was home but got no reply.
He shrugged as he went to the kitchen to fix himself a drink. He saw the mess on the floor and went straight in to the living room to find Rachel sat on the sofa in the dark with her head in her hands.
'Rachel,' he whispered.
He sat beside her immediately and placed his hand on her.
'She's gone Kurt,' Rachel said quietly.
Kurt knew better than to respond with empty soothing words. He took her in his arms and she curled up into him on the sofa as they sat like that in the dark.
Over at the Bed and Breakfast
Quinn hadn't said a word since they'd arrived at the Bed and Breakfast. Santana had paid for their room and carried Quinn's suitcase up to where they would be staying for the night – Room 5B. The room was small and a little worse for wear but it would do for one night.
As soon as they stepped through the door Quinn produced a small bottle of vodka from her jacket pocket and Santana eyed it with worry.
'Quinn we should talk about this,' Santana said as Quinn opened the bottle.
'I'm done with words,' Quinn said swigging the bottle 'and I'm done with crying.'
Santana looked at her with unease. She didn't have the heart to take the bottle away from her but she resolved that she wouldn't let her have more than a couple of swigs; the last thing Quinn needed was to be hungover in the morning. Santana watched as Quinn collapsed on the bed and she sat down beside her; Quinn looked tired and her eyes looked empty; it worried Santana and she gently took Quinns hand.
'It will stop hurting I promise,' Santana said.
Quinn took another swig as Santana lay down beside her.
'It doesn't hurt anymore, I just feel completely drained,' Quinn replied.
Santana gently prised the bottle from Quinn and wrapped her arms around her holding her tightly as they lay there.
'I feel worthless Santana, she made me feel worthless,' Quinn sighed.
Santana felt her stomach twist; it was time to face up to what she had done.
'No Quinn, I made you feel that way and now I can see that,' Santana took a deep breath 'the truth is I've always been jealous of you – you had it all: the girl, the baby the looks and your life was sorted out and what did I have? - in truth you're worth ten of me; you're the star that shines the brightest out of all of us.'
Quinn turned around to face Santana, she resented her but right now the pain was too much to handle on her own; she placed her arms around her and tucked herself into her embrace; she felt herself slowly becoming calmer listening to Santana breathing; her chest was warm and comforting. Santana stroked her hair softly and then began to sing to her.
'You can close your eyes
And see the picture perfect life
Inside of your mind
Dreaming only of the days ahead
Wanted and wished for more than now
Or the days behind
You waste your time.'
By the time Santana had stopped she realised Quinn was snoring lightly on her chest.