"Quinn, I'm sad." Brittany said. Quinn looked up from her Calculus book.
"Why, B?"
"Because San is sad. And Rache's sad. They're like sad little panda bears." Brittany said. Quinn nodded.
FLASHBACK
"Hey S. Are you okay?" Quinn asked. Santana shook her head and Brittany wiped her tears.
"Thanks B... I broke up with Rachel." Santana said.
"What? Why? Because of what her grandmother said?" Quinn asked.
"No. Not because of that. Kurt came and talked to me. He helped me realize that... I do love her. When I went to tell her that, she told me she wasn't looking to be in love right now and that she'd expected that we'd have a fun and simple, carefree relationship." Santana said.
"Why?" Brittany asked.
"Because I'm Santana Lopez." Quinn raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. Anyway, I flipped out and broke up with her. End of story." Santana said.
END FLASHBACK
"They're taking the breakup hard. Its been three weeks. The first few days they just didn't say anything at all, but now all they do is fight with each other. I can't take it anymore." she said.
"I really liked them together. Santana was so happy." Brittany said.
"I did too, B. I haven't seen her that happy in awhile." Quinn agreed.
"Maybe she'll be in a good mood tonight when we spend the night at your house." Brittany said, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"Yea may..." Quinn trailed off in thought. "Brittany, you're a genius." she said, running off. Brittany smiled, though clearly confused. Quinn ran through the school in search of Rachel. "Rachel, hi." she said when she found her.
"Quinn..."
"What are you doing tonight?" the cheerleader asked.
"I have no plans. Why?" the diva answered.
"Would you like to spend the night at my house? Its going to be me and Brittany." Quinn said.
"Is Santana going to be there?" Rachel asked carefully. Quinn shook her head.
"She's got family coming into town, so her mom's actually paying attention and won't let her. Are you in?" she asked. Rachel hesitated, but nodded.
"Sure. What time?"
"Come over around five." Quinn said. Rachel smiled.
"I'll be there." she said, walking away. Quinn smiled before searching for another brunette.
"S! Hey can you come over around five thirty instead of five ?" Quinn asked. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"Uh... my mom said I have to clean my room before you guys come over." Quinn said.
"Okay... does B know?" Santana asked.
"Britt's going to come home with me after school."
"Well, why don't I just come home with you guys?" Santana asked.
"Because... just... I promised B that I'd buy her that duck shaped cupcake she wants from the bakery and I don't want you to steal my moment." Quinn said. Santana raised an eyebrow, but nodded.
"Yea. I'll be there. But no Glee Club stuff. I don't need any reminders." Santana said, walking off. Quinn bit her lip.
"You won't need a reminder if she's already there." she whispered, searching for Brittany. "Now remember, B. You can't say anything to Santana or Rachel, okay?" she said. Brittany nodded. "Okay. Just... don't leave my side, okay?" Quinn said.
"Q, won't Santana recognize Rachel's car in the driveway?" Brittany asked as she sat on Quinn's bed.
"I didn't think of that..." Quinn said. She heard a car door slam and rushed over to the window. "Oh my god. This is perfect. Rachel's dads dropped her off, so we don't have to worry about that." she said, running downstairs to meet Rachel at the door. "Rachel, hey! Welcome to my house. Come on, I'll show you my room." she said, leading the girl upstairs. "We usually hang out up here until dinner and then disappear into the basement." Quinn said, smiling at the diva. Rachel took notice of the two sleeping bags in the corner of Quinn's room, but didn't say anything. The three talked for awhile until the doorbell rang.
"Who's at your door?" Rachel asked, moving to look out the window. Quinn stopped her.
"I'm sure its just my annoying neighbor selling Girl Scout cookies again. My mom will get rid of her." she said. They could hear Judy Fabray having small conversation with someone downstairs, but couldn't tell who the voice belonged to. Suddenly, Quinn's door was flung open.
"Damn, Fabray. Can't you answer you own damn doo... What the hell are you doing here?" Santana asked, looking at Rachel.
"Britt, go downstairs and get the stuff." Quinn instructed.
"What stuff? Q, what the hell is going on? You said this was to distract me from her!" Santana said.
"I have a name!" Rachel said. Santana glared at her.
"I think you'd rather me say 'her' than the hundreds of names I'm thinking of for you right now." the Latina cheerleader said. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"You said Santana wouldn't be here tonight." she said to Quinn.
"Of course I'm going to fucking be here. You're the one who's out of place!"
"Enough!" Quinn yelled as Brittany arrived with food. "Listen up. Britt and I are going downstairs. You two are staying up here locked in my room until you fix this. We've all had enough of your fighting and you two need to make up or at least find a way to tolerate each other. Here's your food. San, we got you a large pepperoni pizza, some buffalo wings, some cheesesticks, that crazy bread you like, and some breadsticks. Rachel, we didn't really know what you can eat. I would have gotten you something off of the vegan menu at Breadstix, but I heard that it sucks, so we got you a salad and a bunch of snacks that we know for a fact are vegan. There are bags of chips on my desk, drinks in the black mini refigerator. I moved the two white mini fridges up here so you guys can put your leftovers in there and San there's some ranch in there for your wings if you want." Quinn said.
"Why the hell did you get so much food if you two were staying downstairs?" Santana asked.
"Because first of all, who knows how long you two are going to be up here. And second of all, we didn't really know what Rachel liked, so we guessed on some stuff. Anyway, sleeping bags and pillows are in the corner and you can use my en suite bathroom. Don't bother trying to come out unless you can be nice to each other." Quinn said, pushing Brittany out of the room and shutting the door. After two minutes, the food smell got to Santana and she walked over to where Brittany had set the food down. Moving the plates, utensils, and napkins off of the top of the pile, Santana began separating the food. She put her own food off to the side and made a pile of Rachel's food.
"You can't eat queso, right?" Santana asked.
"No." Rachel said softly. Santana nodded and placed it in her own pile. Once she had them all separated, she motioned for Rachel to come over.
"Q won't like it if you eat on her bed." she explained, walking over and getting two bottles of water. Handing Rachel a bottle of water, she started looking through the mountain of food, deciding what she wanted to eat and what she wanted to put in the refrigerator. "Why the fuck is there so much food?" she muttered, separating her food into two piles. Finally, she stood up, grabbed one of the piles, and walked over, putting them in one of the refrigerators. Sitting back down, she stared at her pizza before looking back at Rachel. She knew she probably shouldn't care, but even before they'd began dating, she'd always felt a little bad about eating meat and stuff like that in front of Rachel because she knew how the diva felt about eating animals.
"Santana, its okay. Just eat." Rachel sighed. Santana looked away and grabbed the remote to Quinn's TV, turning it on to give her something to focus on while she ate. After awhile, both girls began to stop eating and placed their leftovers in the mini fridges. Santana continued focusing on the television and soon Rachel went and sat on the balcony the french door in Quinn's room led to, overlooking the backyard. After awhile, Santana looked out to check on her and saw through the glass that the girl was shivering. Sighing, Santana grabbed Quinn's forgotten Cheerios jacket, put on her own, and walked out the door.
"Are you cold?" Santana asked, offering the jacket. Rachel nodded.
"Thanks." she whispered, taking the jacket. "Look, I'm sorry about Daddy." she said.
"That wasn't your fault." Santana said.
FLASHBACK
Santana answered her front door and Leroy Berry came storming through. "Uh... hi..." Santana said, confused as to why her ex-girlfriend's father was in her house.
"What the hell is your problem?" the man yelled.
"I'm sorry?"
"You broke up with Rachel." he said. Santana nodded.
"Yes, I did." she said. The furious man cornered her against the living room wall.
"Today is the first day she's left her bed in three days! All she's done is cry over you. You broke my little girl's heart!" he yelled.
"She broke mine!"
"Daddy!" Both turned their heads at the sound of Rachel's voice. "What are you doing?" she yelled. Leroy looked down, seeming to just register that he was cornering not only his daughter's ex-girlfriend, but a seventeen year old girl. Instantly backing up, he stammered. "Daddy, I asked you to get the box of things I left here, not attack Santana! Please just get the box and let's go." Seeing this as her chance to escape, Santana ran upstairs and got the box, handing it Rachel, who nodded at her before glaring at her father, who left the house.
END FLASHBACK.
"That was fucking crazy and scary as hell, but it wasn't your fault." Santana said.
"Still... I didn't ask him to do that." Rachel said.
"I know. I never believed that. He never liked me, of course he was going to be pissed that I broke up with you." Santana said. Rachel looked down. "Sorry..."
"Its fine. Are we actually having a conversation?" Rachel asked. Santana smiled.
"I think we are. And we aren't even fighting." she said.
"Santana, I'm so sorry for what I said. It wasn't supposed to come out the way it did and I know that I probably could have rephrased it a bit better, but I didn't mean it that way. God... if I'd just kept my mouth shut we'd still be together." Rachel said.
"No, Rach, its important for you to be able to tell me how you feel. If you're feeling uncomfortable, you should be able to tell me that." Santana said. Rachel nodded. "I want you to be able to talk to me. But I don't want you to imply that you think I'm just some slut-
"I never said that!"
"Please let me finish." Santana whispered. Rachel nodded. "I don't want you to imply that you think I'm just some slut who was going to help you get over Finn and be nothing more. I want you to be as committed as I am. I can't be the only one in this. You know how I feel about you." Santana said.
"You still love me?" Rachel asked.
"Of course I do. Its only been three weeks since we broke up." Santana said softly. Rachel grabbed her hand.
"Do you miss us?" Rachel asked. Santana nodded.
"Like fucking hell. I know we were only together for two weeks and one of those weeks was spent in silence, but I fucking miss you, Rachel." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"I love you too." she whispered. Santana's eyes widened. "Being without you has sucked and it made me realize that I do in fact love you, Santana." Rachel said. Santana smiled slightly.
"Maybe we could like, ease into it. Go slow." she suggested. Rachel nodded and kissed the Latina.
"Can we go inside now? I'm cold." Rachel said. Santana grinned.
"I think I could warm you up." she said. Rolling her eyes, Rachel opened the door and went into the room. Falling onto the bed, Santana began kissing the diva.
"Hey guys, just making sure you're still... Whoa." Quinn said. Santana sent a heated glare her way.
"Get the fuck out, Fabray." she hissed. Quinn nodded.
"I'll just tell B you're still not talking." she said. Santana nodded.
"Oh and Q?" The blonde turned around. "Thanks." she said, giving her a genuine smile. Quinn smiled back.
"Anytime, S. Anytime." she said, closing the door. Grinning, Santana turned back to the tiny brunette.
"I missed this." she whispered, kissing her.
"Mmm... so did I." Rachel whispered.
A/N: I didn't intend to get them back together in this chapter, but I hate writing them fighting or breaking up. I love being able to write happy Pezberry. That's why I jumped three weeks ahead. This way, they still spent more than one day, because that was just unrealistic because of how upset Santana was. :)