Chapter 7: Telling Santana

I've been very busy lately so I apologize for taking so long and for making this such a short chapter. And, sadly, this story has only a couple more chapters left..

As we lay on the floor, Rachel still in my arms, I could not get the happy smile off my face. "Hey, Rach?" She looked up at me, into my eyes. "Yeah?" She asked, smiling. "So, you're bi?" I wanted to know if Finn (or any other guy) had a chance to win her back. I expected her to be upset, but she just laughed her musical laugh. "Yes. And you?" I shook my head, wrinkling my nose in disgust. "I don't like guys, at all. They're all douches." Rachel laughed again, this time with me joining in. "Except Sam. Come to think of it, we could've been amazing together," I said thoughtfully. "Uh, no," Rachel said, narrowing her eyes. "We're together, remember?" She reminded me. I laughed, while she huffed. "This isn't funny Quinn."

"Yeah it is. Jealous much?" She tried to keep the smile off her face, but failed. "Well I don't want to lose you after I barely got you," she replied. "Me neither. You're just so cute when you're jealous," I admitted.

"And you're just always cute." I laughed. "I know I'm adorable," I joked. Rachel arched her eyebrow. "Wow, conceited much?" I laughed along with Rachel. "Yeah, but you love me. And as adorable as I am, you are so much more. You are so beautiful, talented, and amazing. I'm happy I can call you mine," I whispered, looking into her chocolate eyes, getting lost in them. There was a short silence while we gazed into each other's eyes. Rachel broke the silence. "Well as much as I enjoy being here in your arms, can we possibly get off the floor? I doubt that these floors are ever cleaned, and I'd appreciate it if I could keep my dress clean." I chuckled, looking down at her black dress as I stood and helped Rachel up. "You wore black today?" I was surprised. Rachel's wardrobe consists of bright colors, not black items. We started walking off the stage, towards the door. "Yes. I fail to see why you are so shocked at my choice of dress color." I shook my head. "This is the first time I've seen you wear black. But you can pull it off." She grinned at my compliment. "Well I'm glad you've paid so much attention to me that you are well-acquainted with my wardrobe colors."

I stopped her. "I've always noticed you. And paid attention to you, even when I was a Cheerio. You were the one who didn't notice me. I mean, you noticed that I was a bitch, but you didn't notice me." She looked into my eyes, saying, "Yes, I did. But you were the head Cheerio who would never dream of being with the glee club loser, even when you joined glee." I considered what she said. "I did. I tried denying my feelings for you. But I couldn't. And you were chasing after Finn, so I didn't think I'd have much of a chance."

"I chased after him because he was the closest I'd get to you." I shook my head; this shouldn't matter. "Regardless, we should just forget all that. I love you, you love me, and now we're together. Let's focus on that and our future." Rachel nodded, agreeing. We started walking again, hand in tiny, warm hand, when I remembered something. I stopped again, Rachel stopping when she noticed I did. "What Quinn?" She asked worriedly, seeing my scared expression. "We have to tell Santana."

It took Rachel several minutes to calm me down. I wasn't really scared of Santana, I was scared of how she'd react, knowing Rachel and I were together. "Ok well, we are going to tell everyone in glee this afternoon right?" Rachel asked. "Yeah. But I think I should tell Santana before we tell everyone."

"Ok. I guess you'd know how to deal with her since you've been best friends for a while." Um, actually, there is no dealing with Santana. Just gotta be prepared for her reaction. Rachel pulled me out of my thoughts. "You know, I'd actually considered going out with Santana when she'd confessed her feelings. I envisioned how it would be like to be her girlfriend. And she is nice. And she is very beautiful..." I quickly pulled Rachel closer, interrupting her by giving her a kiss. She wasted no time kissing me back, but I pulled away. "You're mine, remember? Don't forget that." She beamed. "I won't. And you are nice too."

I grabbed her hand in mine as we waked out of the auditorium, the bell ringing. I walked Rachel to her next class, smiling at her before heading to my own class. I wanted to kiss her goodbye, but I'm not ready for the whole school to know about me and Rach. Rachel and the other gleeks have been saved from slushies by Santana and Puck, who threatened the others jocks and Cheerios. I, as the ex-head Cheerio, used to be slushied, but now I'm pretty much left alone. But once everyone finds out about who I'm dating now, the slushying and bullying is sure to start up again.

I went through 5th and 6th period thinking about what I would say to Santana. By the time the last bell rang, I had played through many different scenarios of what could happen in my head. Slowly walking out of my last class, I kept imagining Santana's reaction. I finally made it to the choir room, much too soon. I saw Rachel already in the room. She met my gaze, smiling and mouthing 'good luck.' There was still time before glee began, so Santana and I would have time to talk. I stood by the door, greeting the gleeks who passed by me. When Santana neared the door, she nodded at me. She was about to enter, but I stepped in front of her. "I need to talk to you." She nodded, and followed me into an empty classroom. I sat down, and she stood in front of me. I remembered our first confrontation when I confessed my feelings for Rachel. That time we argued; hopefully, that wouldn't happen this time. "Let me guess, Q, you want to tell me that you and Rachel are going out." What?! My jaw dropped, so shocked that I was. How does Santana manage to freakin' know everything? She smirked. "Yeah, I knows."

"How?" I managed to stutter. "Well, first, I saw you two getting your mack on in the auditorium. Then I heard you two talking about your feelings and shit." I was kinda glad I didn't have to break it to her. "You eavesdropped?" She nodded. "You finally grew balls and admitted how much you love her. I knew you would, but I kinda hoped you wouldn't," she said. "Wait a minute, you actually did like Rachel?" I asked, shocked that she had feelings for anyone besides Brittany. She nodded. "I do like Rachel. But as a friend, not like what I feel for Britt. I guess I just wanted to be distracted or whatever. I knew it was stupid to try to chase after her, especially since I knew that you two would eventually get together, but I had to. I didn't want to keep feeling like I wasn't good enough. Especially after Britt chose wheels over me." I felt so sad hearing that she felt like a reject. I stood up, walking over to her, and wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

"Well Brittany wants to be with you too. She told me that she really misses you. And the way you two love each other, I know you two are meant to be."

"Thanks Q. Imma talk to her, try to get back with her. I really am sorry about the whole Rachel thing." I smiled. "Well, I should actually thank you, because you pushed me to admit my true feelings. We probably wouldn't be together now if it weren't for you." She smirked. "Yeah, 'cause you know, I'm fuckin' awesome." Rolling my eyes, I replied, "Yeah, sure you are."

"I am!" We hugged once more, only pulling apart at the sound of nearing footsteps. Rachel stood, watching us, smiling confusedly. "Does this mean you two cleared things up and are now back to being best friends?" I turned to Santana, who turned to me, and we both nodded. Rachel neared us. "So, Santana, I was wondering, could we be friends?" She asked shyly. "Yeah, hobbit. I'd like that." Rachel's face lit up; not only does she now have an awesome girlfriend, but she also has a badass, protective friend. "This calls for a group hug!" She exclaimed. She pulled me and S in, hugging us so very tightly. But I gotta say, that group hug made me really happy. And by her face, I'd say Santana was just as glad as Rachel and I that the three of us were now besties.

"Oh, I almost forgot. It's time for glee," Rachel said, pulling away and breaking our hug. Santana looked at Rachel and me curiously. "Are you two gonna tell everyone?" I nodded, "Yep. You ready, Rach?"

"Yes, Quinn. Are you?" I nodded. Taking Rachel's and Santana's hands in both of mine, we left the empty room and made our way back to the choir room, where Rachel and I would make our announcement.