A/N I know I kinda left this story alone for awhile. Sorry about that. I've been really wrapped around Victorious lately and couldn't write for this. Recently I couldn't write for anything because of my work in progress Marvel Universe x Victorious story, which will feature Rachel.

"San?" Brittany's call made Santana reluctantly sit up. Brittany's bed was quite comfortable.

"Yeah B?"
Brittany plopped onto the bed, a curious look on her face. "Why don't you want Quinn and Rachel dating?"
Santana sighed. "I told you yesterday Brittany. It would ruin our whole dynamic."

"I don't think it would."
"We'd have to look at them kissing and acting all couple-y. I don't want to see that."

"But they'd be so cute together. And it might help Rachel." Brittany argued.

Santana frowned, her eyebrows furrowing, "Help her?"
Brittany nodded, with a small frown on her face as she spoke, "She's always so sad."

"Um, Brittany whenever I see her she's smiling."

"Because she doesn't want you to see. And you're to busy staring at me to notice."

"I-that's not true!"

"When I'm around you you tend to not pay attention to other things Sannie." Brittany told her.

"It's just because I want you." Santana murmured.

"What do you mean want me?"

Santana didn't want to give more details about her secrets but when could she ever say no to Brittany? Except that time she wanted a three way with Quinn. "I want to date you still Brittany. I love you."

"In the open?"

"I...I can't do that." Santana shook her head.

"You know I'm not good with secrets, Santana. Something like that I can't hide. I'd want everyone to know you're mine. And what about Rachel?"
"What about her?"
"You love her."
"I-she's just my friend."
"Why are you in denial San? There's no shame in admitting you love Rachel." Brittany put her hand comfortingly on Santana's shoulder.

"Britt I love you."

Brittany sighed, conflicted. Part of her wanted to be with San but the other didn't want to hurt Rachel. She didn't know what to do.

Quinn sighed as she reached for a sip of her water. She was trying to watch the television, but she couldn't stop thinking about yesterday. She constantly wondered if maybe it was too soon to have told Rachel about her feelings. It was not because of what Santana said, but rather she knew how Rachel felt about her friend.

Santana had also managed to piss her off. Quinn couldn't believe that she couldn't think of any good reasons she shouldn't date Rachel. She can't have Brittany and Rachel, she's got to make a choice. Not that she ever would, seeing as she won't admit how she feels. Santana wasn't being real obvious with her feelings, but Quinn's known her for years. She can see the little hints she gives when she likes someone. However, Santana's repressed feelings for Rachel wouldn't stop Quinn from trying to win over the shorter girl.

She jumped when she heard the doorbell ring and, being the only one home, lifted herself off the couch and made her way to the door. She was surprised to see the very girl on her mind. "Rachel?"
"Hi, Quinn. Can we talk?" Rachel asked.

"Um, yeah." Quinn stepped aside and shut the door after Rachel walked in.

The blonde led the girl to the couch and they took a seat. Quinn noticed Rachel was fidgety, possibly nervous. She had a feeling it was about her confession.
"Something on your mind, Rachel?" She asked hesitantly.
"A lot of things are on my mind honestly. But it's about yesterday."

Quinn nodded, "I thought as much."
Rachel bit into her lip and there was a silence for a moment. Quinn patiently waited for her to talk. "I...I'm really sorry Quinn, but I don't think we could work out."
It felt like a slap in the face to her, "I-why not?"

"You were right. About me loving Santana. I've loved her for years and it's not fair to you if I were to date you."

"But you kissed me back."
Rachel frowned and looked at the floor, "I...honestly I liked the attention.. I didn't want to lead you on or anything."

"I don't want to be that bitch or anything but you know she loves Brittany right?" Quinn asked.

Sighing the brunette nodded, "I know. I know it's weird but if I can't be with her I don't want to be with anyone. Maybe one day I'll get over that but for now I just can't."

Quinn nodded, "Okay."

The brunette lightly placed a hand over Quinn's, "I'm really sorry."
"I know. I won't say I'm okay because I'm not." Rachel frowned guiltily and Quinn reached up to stroke her cheek, "But I respect your decision. I won't be like Finn and try to get you anyway."
"Thanks Quinn." The diva smiled slightly.

"So, if you love Santana so much why don't you tell her? Or go after her?"
Rachel sighed, "You see how much she loves Brittany. She'd never see me over her. Besides as long as she's happy I'm okay."

"No, you're not. It always hurts when you see the one you love with someone else. Or swooning over someone else."

"What am I supposed to do Quinn? Walk up to her and tell her? What if it ruins the relationship?"
"On the off chance she wouldn't love someone like you, I seriously doubt she would stop being friends with you just because of that. It might be awkward for awhile but I still would have to try."

"I don't know.."

"You won't be stealing her away from Brittany. She doesn't seem smart, but Britt is smart in her own ways. Love being one of them. She would understand."

"Quinn…"
"If you wanted we could pretend to date."
Rachel looked up at her confused, "Quinn, I just told you-"
"I know. I said pretend. To make Santana jealous."

"If she doesn't like me she won't be jealous."
"Then either way you'll have an answer. I'm not going to make you or something it's up to you."
Rachel nodded slightly. "I'll think about it. But won't it hurt you?"

Quinn shrugged, "Maybe, but I want you happy too."

"I...didn't expect that. I thought you would be crying and mad because I said no."

"That'd make you feel worse. I don't want that." Though she wouldn't tell Rachel, she would probably cry later.

"Thanks. I should probably go."

Quinn nodded slightly. "I'll see you later Rae." When the front door shut behind the diva Quinn finally let the tears fall from her eyes.