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"I'm glad she left the part about my Christmas Dinner out." Santana said with a sigh. She lay on Brittany's bed. Brittany was next to her, both of them in pyjamas and their hair in braids. Quinn was sitting across the large bed, also wearing her pyjamas and her hair braided. She had Brittany's phone in her hand and had just finished reading Gossip Girl's last post out loud. Neither of them was happy about it. They didn't need to be reminded of everything that happened to them since the Winter Ball. Especially not Quinn. She had had the worst christmas holidays ever. Her parents had been furious when they had read what Gossip Girl wrote, but not at Gossip Girl this time but at Quinn. Now she was grounded, only allowed to leave the house for school. Fortunately she was allowed to invite her friends for a sleep over. Somewhere it was a relief to be grounded. It could have been so much worse. Quinn had expected her father to kick her out, but he didn't. He didn't speak with her either, nor did her mother. It was very quiet in the Fabray's apartment these days.

Quinn's sister Frannie visited with Christmas. Quinn had secretly hoped that Frannie would pick her side and help her a little, but she only got angry sneers from her sister, how Quinn had ruined her reputation. Quinn didn't say a word during the Christmas Dinner. Her parents and Frannie chatted as if nothing was wrong. It was clear that Quinn wasn't really part of their perfect family anymore. She had shed many tears until she had no tears left.

Apparently Finn had tried to call her a billion. Quinn didn't know since her parents had taken her phone which was also the reason she was reading the Gossip Girl post from Brittany's phone. For a change she wished that she could talk to Finn. She had to apologize to him for everything that happened. She hoped he understood this had been the reason she had been so distant, but she expected he only called her because he was a gentleman. Finn probably didn't want to be with her anymore. She couldn't believe how much she had messed up her relationship. If she only hadn't spent that one night in Spain everything would be different now.

"Was it that bad?" She asked Santana.

Santana groaned and nodded. "You have no idea. My parents didn't tell my family because they hoped they hadn't seen it. But of course they forgot that my cousin Isabel lives in New York too and she saw Page Six. So in the middle of everything she leaned towards me and said: 'I always knew you were a dyke.' I'm not sure if she even meant to be quiet but she wasn't. My entire family heard it. My abuela refused to look at me after that and the rest of the family sort of ignored the next two days."

"Being completely ignored suddenly seems nice." said Quinn, as she patted Santana's arm. "Unbelievable how everything fell apart so quickly."

"It's all Berry's fault." Santana said bitterly. "If she hadn't send all those things to Gossip Girl our lives would have been so much easier now."

Quinn nodded. Of course, if Rachel Berry hadn't been there, she still would have been pregnant but Finn wouldn't have known that there was a possibility that he wasn't the father of her child. Berry had forced all of her secrets about of her, before she was ready to tell them herself, and made them public. Because of Berry her father was losing support from his voters, because of Berry everyone at school knew what was going on with her. She hated that. Santana was right. Her life would be a lot easier if it wasn't for that awful Rachel Berry. She nodded again and sighed: "I know."

"We should get back at her." Santana turned around so she was lying on her stomach. Leaning on her elbows, she looked at Quinn, her eyes eager with a plan of destroying another life. "You know, spill some of her secrets."

Quinn hesitated to agree with Santana. There was nothing she wanted more than get revenge at Berry. She hated that girl with burning passion but something was holding her back. If they would get their revenge at Rachel, wouldn't she do the same to them? Berry had proven to be a very good player in the game they played at Constance. Wouldn't that end in a never ending cycle of them fighting for the Crown of Constance? Wouldn't it destroy them all?

Brittany voiced those thoughts as she rolled over too. "You want to start a war, S?"

"Please, it's not like we can't handle Manhands." Santana said. Quinn really wanted to roll her eyes. When would Santana learn not to underestimate her opponents? She didn't do it though because Santana added: "Besides, I think we all ran out of secrets for her to find out."

I didn't Quinn thought, but she didn't say a word. This was another secret she couldn't share with Santana and Brittany. Somewhere she still didn't trust them. They had dropped her so easily in the first semester that Quinn didn't know what would happen if she told them. She was afraid she would be left out again and she couldn't handle that. She needed her friends more than anything, because it was clear she couldn't count on her family. So she kept quiet and hid another secret.

"That's true." Brittany said in the meanwhile, "So what do you propose?"

Santana shrugged. "I haven't really thought of anything yet, but we could at least dig around in her past. I bet she has something to hide. Everyone does. We'll see what happens after that, but I'm sure we can have some with little miss Berry's secrets." She winked and smiled.

Brittany nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan. I hope we can get her to fall flat on her face. Count me in."

Now Santana turned her head to Quinn. "What about you, Q? Are you with us?"

Quinn hesitated again. She couldn't say yes. She couldn't risk that her last secret would be revealed, not now she was pretending she didn't have any. But then she couldn't say no either. Santana and Brittany would ask questions which Quinn didn't want to answer. They would drop her again, lock her out of the world of Constance again. She would be alone. She had no choice. She needed all the friends she could get right now. So she gave a quick nod. "I am."

It was a sunny January morning, as far as mornings can be sunny in January in New York. Some watery rays of sunlight warmed the stairs in front of Constance and St. Jude's, as Kurt ascended it. His arm was linked with Rachel's. He went by her house this morning to make sure she was wearing something acceptable. Kurt couldn't bear it if the future Queen of Constance would wear another reindeer sweater. He had told her that after Christmas and to his surprise she hadn't been angry. She had just shrugged and told him she had never taken interest in fashion. Kurt had never been more astonished in his life. How could someone not care about fashion? He had taken her on a shopping spree on which she had bought a few decent outfits (and an awful skirt that Kurt would ritually burn if he got his hands on it). Fortunately she wasn't wearing that abomination today, but a tight, black skirt and a white, chiffon blouse. It was simple but elegant and Kurt was proud of his creation.

"What a wonderful day to start school again." Rachel woke him from this thoughts with those words. They had almost reached the top of the stairs and saw the students of both schools greeting each other after the holidays, catching up with stories about Christmas dinners. Kurt smiled. Rachel was right, it was a wonderful day to start school again.

"Excuse me? Rachel Berry?" A girl approached them. She was a freshman, maybe a sophomore, but Kurt didn't recognize her. It was obvious from her clothing style that she was a student at Constance. "A girl in my class said you know Cassandra July and I'm a huge fan of her. That girl in my class also said that you got some people some autographs, so..."

"Get out of the way, midget." Another voice interrupted the fast words of the freshman. Kurt glanced at the source of that voice and found that Suzannah Philips was standing behind the freshman. Next to her were Aubrey Farrington and Jullianna Chadwick. "Don't bother Rachel with things like autographs. She has more important things to do."

The freshman girl shot a nervous glance at Rachel, but she didn't pay attention to her. Rachel looked surprised at the three girls standing in front of them and completely ignored the poor freshman. Kurt didn't help her either, because he shared Rachel's feeling of surprise. Suzannah and Jullianna were seniors. Although they weren't important enough to be Queen of Constance, they were very influential. Of course none of them had ever said a word to Rachel, at least not in a setting in which they would be interested in a response.

Now things were different. Suzannah smiled. "How were the holidays? Did you have a good Christmas?"

The surprise of the moment had faded away from Rachel's expression. Before she had looked young and out of place among the three other girls, but now Kurt saw the person who had sent Quinn Fabray's secrets to Gossip Girl. "We don't celebrate Christmas. I'm Jewish. But the holidays were great anyway."

As Rachel asked the girls about their holidays and told them things about Cassandra July's next movie, Kurt zoned out. He had noticed Finn Hudson at the entrance of St. Jude's. He looked bad. Kurt felt a sudden stab of guilt, because he could have stopped Rachel from making all of his problems public. He shook his head. Why was he blaming himself? It was Quinn who caused most of Finn's problems. She was the one to blame. As a friend and future step-brother he felt obligatory to at least talk to him.

"I'm going to leave you, ladies." He said, although he hadn't participated in the conversation, and then to Rachel: "Do you want to grab lunch?"

Rachel gave a short nod before returning to her conversation with Aubrey about the rumours that Leicester Woodward and Beatrisse Jennings were dating. Kurt walked towards Finn who noticed him halfway and raised his hand as a matter of greeting. Being closer Kurt now noticed that Finn had knotted his tie in a way that he didn't even know was possible. "Did you have a hard time waking up this morning?" He said when he was close enough, with a nod to the tie.

Finn looked down and swore. He tried to fix his tie so clumsily that Kurt rolled his eyes and asked: "Do you want me to do it?"

Finn tried for five more seconds and then decided to give up by dropping his arms so Kurt could do it. As Kurt stepped forward to fix his tie, Finn sighed and said: "I really didn't want to get up this morning. I didn't want to go to school, feel humiliated and face her."

Kurt nodded and took a step back. "But I heard you have called her a dozen times. And Gossip Girl said you were at the Fabray's apartment."

Finn rolled his eyes and groaned. "That stupid website. You can't move three inches without her noticing. And yeah I was at their apartment but they didn't let me in. Apparently Quinn is grounded and not allowed to see any guys. As if the damage hasn't been done already."

"Wait, you were willing to face her father, but not Quinn herself?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Because that sounds kind of...crazy."

"To be honest I really didn't want to face her father either, but I felt like I had to. There is still a possibility that the baby is...you know...mine. I feel like..."

Finn's voice dropped mid-sentence, his stare fixed on something behind Kurt. He followed his glance and saw three girls ascending the stairs to the two schools. It wasn't hard to make out who they were. Even when Kurt hadn't see them, he could tell by the stares of the other students. On the left was Brittany Pierce, on the right Santana Lopez. Quinn was in the middle of course. She wore a loose skirt and blouse, but it didn't really hide her bump. Kurt wondered why her family still denied the pregnancy, when the evidence that Gossip Girl was right, was so clear.

Kurt glanced at Finn whose face was as white as a sheet. He hadn't seen Quinn since the Winter Ball, Kurt realized. "Are you okay?" He asked carefully.

Finn still stared at Quinn, as he said: "I can't believe how easy life was, when I just had a crush on her."

Kurt smiled sadly. He felt sorry that Finn had to go through all of this. He hadn't asked for any of this. He wanted to say something about that but the bell rang. Finn tore his gaze away from Quinn and her friends and turned around. He walked with Kurt into the school building, but not before Kurt caught him looking over his shoulder to catch one last glimpse of his ex-girlfriend.

"I'm glad we survived this day." Santana and Brittany had settled down in a small coffee shop after school. Quinn hadn't joined them of course. She was still grounded and went straight back home. Santana felt bad for Quinn, but she couldn't forget that Quinn had blackmailed her a month ago. The trust in their friendship had definitely faded. That was sad. They had been very good friends, but the world was hard, Santana told herself. Friendships ended and people betrayed each other. That was just the way it was.

Brittany sat opposite of her at their small table. Santana suspected that Brittany, like her, wanted to spend as much time out of the house as possible. She still lived with her father, since her mother was on the other side of the country, and she was angry with him. Santana didn't exactly know why, because Brit had been particularly vague about that. She had been very clear about the fact that she didn't want to talk to him though.

"Me too." Santana said, "Though it wasn't as bad as I imagined it to be."

She had thought girls would gossip about her all the time, refuse to sit next to her and play stupid tricks on her. To her own surprise they didn't. Yes, there had been a lot of whispers, but no one glared at her as they had in her nightmares. That didn't mean she wasn't afraid it would happen eventually. Tomorrow they'd have PE, so she was preparing herself for awkwardness and uncomfortable glares in the locker room.

"Yeah." Brittany sighed. Santana tilted her head. It was clear to see that something was bothering her. "Brit, what's wrong?"

Brittany sighed again. "Nothing. Not really." She hesitated, biting her lip and avoiding Santana's gaze. "I saw Junior today after fifth period. I don't know what he was doing there but...I..."

Her under lip quivered. Tears welled up in her eyes though she tried really hard not to cry. Santana felt so bad for Brittany. She had loved Junior so much but he had made it clear he didn't want to have anything to do with the Pierces anymore. Santana reached out for Brittany's arm to show her her support. Brittany looked up. A few tears slid down her face and more were waiting in the corners of her eyes. "It's okay, Brit. It's okay to miss him. You can cry if you want."

New tears rolled down Brittany's cheeks. Santana noticed that Brittany was one of those people who still looked beautiful when they cried. She looked like Frankenstein's Bride herself, which was one of the reasons that she never cried in public. Her hand was still on Brittany's arm, stroking it comfortingly. Some hot tears dripped on her hand but she didn't really care. When the crying only grew worse, Santana moved around the table and sat on the small bench next to Brittany. She put her arm around her friend. Brittany put her head on Santana's shoulder, still sobbing silently. "It's okay." Santana repeated, "It's okay, Brit."

"Did it...did it hurt this much when you and Matt broke up?" Brittany asked between sobs.

Santana sighed. "No. But I guess that's because I was the one who broke up with him and..." She hesitated for a while, then dropped her arm from Brittany's shoulder and said: "And I think I didn't like him as much as you liked Mike, because somewhere I knew that I...that I didn't like boys."

Brittany was quiet for some time. Her head still rested on Santana's shoulder, but Santana could feel the awkwardness between them. She hated this so much. She didn't want anything to change between them because of her sexuality, but things did change. Now she started to feel sad, too.

"What about Spencer?" Brittany suddenly asked. Santana was surprised that Brit even asked about her. She had been dating Spencer for about a month, everything completely secretly of course. But like Santana, Spencer hadn't come yet, so she had told her they couldn't date anymore after the Winter Ball. "It was worse... I'm not sure I was really in love with her, but when she told me we were over, it felt like a stab in my heart. I spent three days crying in my bedroom, but that also had to do with all the other things going on."

Brittany lifted her head from Santana's shoulder. "Does it still hurt?"

Santana shrugged. "I feel better now, but it hurt when I saw her today." She looked at Brittany. The tears had dried, but there was still sadness in her eyes. Santana smiled at her in an attempt to make the both of them feel better. It didn't work for her, but maybe it helped Brit. "I think we'll feel better in a few days."

"You think?"

Santana held up her pink and gave Brittany another smile. "I promise."

Brittany locked her pink with Santana's and for the first time since she had brought up Mike, Santana saw a little smile on Brittany's face.

A/N: I hope that you liked the first chapter. I'm already working on the second one, but I'm also pretty busy with work and school, so I can't promise anything. Please leave a review! :)