"What are you three doing?" Quinn mumbled, eating her popcorn.

"I guess not putting the popcorn in the right place," I admitted.

Santana and Rachel snorted and some people who were sitting in a line underneath us threw us dirty looks saying "shut up."

We stopped making a mess, but we still tried really hard not to laugh or start the popcorn fight again. Finally, I decided to watch a movie carefully because later we'd probably talk about it anyway and I hated when I didn't have anything to say. I comfortably nested in my seat.

I got into it and I almost regretted I didn't watch it carefully from the start because it seemed interesting, but then I remembered what Santana did and the guilt disappeared.

As always, I caught up on the sad part. I knew what was coming. I really got into it, it didn't take me long. I didn't want to cry in front of Santana, Rachel and Quinn, I hated crying in front of someone, so I just looked around, trying to stop the tears. I looked on the left to Rachel. Her bottom lip was trembling, just like mine used to when I was about to cry and her brows were furrowed. But then I noticed something else. Her hand was wrapped in Quinn's and the blonde's head was laying on the shorter brunette's shoulder. Quinn was sobbing, though.

I turned to the other side, to Santana. I would say that she didn't show any emotion before the screen lit up her face. One glowing tear streamed down her cheek, leaving a wet mark.

"Hey," I said softly.

She turned slowly and looked at me with her puppy eyes. Her eye lashes were even longer than I've noticed before. I moved my hand to hers. She flinched a little when my long fingers touched her wrist. I continued upwards and settled my fingers between hers, from the upper side of her hand. She lingered a little, looked at me and then interlocked her fingers with mine. She kept looking at out hands and then turned again to face me. She nodded slightly, I guess she wanted to say how grateful she was. I was afraid she would scoff off. I hoped she won't be mad. I didn't want to confuse her with that gesture. We only knew each other for a week, I didn't want to annoy her or push her into anything.

We stayed like that till the end of the movie and when the lights turned back on, I saw Quinn and Rachel helping each other to stand up.

We didn't talk about anything till Nick drove us home. Rachel went out first because she lived in a house before Quinn. A few minutes later, Quinn, Santana and I were walking towards Santana's house. Halfway, Santana remembered that she needed to ask Jesse to return her video games if he completed the missions.

"My dad told me to buy some food in the grocery shop. Britt, you go home with San and get her games back," Quinn turned to me. I nodded.

"And you," she pointed at Santana, "don't leave, I need to talk with you about something."

"O-kay," she said hesitantly.

Quinn went in one direction, Santana and me back to home. At least I liked to call it that way.

"So what game did you borrow to him?" I asked curiously.

"Call of Duty: Modern Warfare."

"Really? I kicked his ass in it the previous day," I said proudly.

"You and I should do a one on one," She suggested.

This sounded pervert to me, but everything does. I always invert things someone says in my head. It always has more meanings, it makes me laugh. God, I'm such an idiot.

"Sure," I agreed.

We reached the house and went inside, Quinn gave me the key. We went up to Jesse's room and found him in bed, watching TV.

He smiled widely when he saw us.

"You came back for a re-match?" He asked, but I wasn't sure whom.

"No, I came back for my game." She teased.

"But I didn't finish it!" Jesse complained.

"I wanna play. Just give it to me and I'll bring it back here another day. I spend most of the time here anyways," she answered.

"Okay." Jesse held out the game and Santana took it.

We were just about to get out when Jesse said "I'd win, anyways."

"Dream on," she smirked to him.

He tried to throw a shoe on us, but we were faster. We closed the door, but we could still hear him laughing.

Were they a thing? Are they going to be a thing or is he just like an older brother to her? Maybe she liked him, but was afraid to make a move because of Quinn. There was something odd between them. I mean, he was pretty good-looking and fun, there was no doubt. What if he was just another one night stand, but it turned to something more? The paranoid me was going crazy. Why did I even care at the first place?

I must've had a worried look on my face because Santana asked me what's wrong.

"N-nothing, I'm just tired," I lied.

"Well, this has been an exhausting day," Santana smiled.

"Yeah, I'm drained. I still haven't recovered from the barbeque though, But it was awesome."

"That was actually one of the best family parties I've been to, I must say. Well, I've been here on that kind of parties before, but they weren't as fun as they were this time," Santana said sincerely.

"Really? Why was it more awesome this time?" I was curious.

Santana took a deep breath.

"Because of –" Santana couldn't finish because Quinn walked in.

"I'm here," Quinn announced.

"Oh really? No kidding," Santana said sarcastically.

Quinn threw her a dirty look.

"I need to talk to you," Quinn said to her.

"We can talk here." Santana said, glancing at me.

"No, sorry Britt," she looked at me apologetically and I nodded, "I need to talk to you in private."

Usually I would think it's very rude, but it maybe had something to do with Jesse so I just co-operated. I'll ask Quinn to tell me after, if she'd want to.

Santana came back after a few minutes. I walked her outside and closed the door behind me. I couldn't read the expression on her face.

"So –" I started

"Thank you, for today," Santana said.

"I know it's stupid, but the way you held my hand helped. I can be a lot to handle and I need someone to make me feel alive again. A lot of stuff happened and I'm just a big fuck up, so thanks for being there for me. For a while all I could feel was emptiness, pain and …" she paused. I nodded to let her know that I'm listening and she continued. "Ever since you've arrived here, I feel more alive. And it's weird because I met you recently, but I feel like you're an old friend. I went through a lot of shit these past few years and I just need to relax. So, thank you. It means a lot to me.

I wanted to say "I know," every time she said something about being hurt, sad, heart broken etc, but I didn't want her to know that I know some things Quinn told me. She let me peek at a part of her fragile side and I didn't want to tear it all down immediately. I must've been a complete stranger to her, but yet she found a comfort in me. I was so proud at myself. I wanted to be close to her.

"I'm here," was all I could say.

And then she stretched out her arms and pulled me into a tight hug. Her chin poked my shoulder because she held me so tight, but I didn't mind. I held her tightly and made slow circles on her back. She even leaned her head more into the crook of my neck.

And then the door opened.

"San, you've left your bag," she said before she saw us.

She pulled back and smiled.

"Thank you," she looked deeply in my eyes.

"Good night, see ya tomorrow," she said as she walked away.

Quinn looked at me weirdly, but didn't say anything. We didn't talk much before we went to sleep. I thought about everything that happened today.

"So, you like Santana?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah," I said lazily as I fell asleep.