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Uh, a little bit of cussing in here, but I'm sure you won't mind. It was the only thing I could imagine Sam saying. Just warning you for now and future chapters. :)

The next day was, thankfully, the weekend. I was exhausted from the night before, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from putting my plan into action.

When I was little, and my mother was stressed from work, she would go out for a whole night with her friends. I could remember asking her why, and she would say "Sometimes only a lady can solve another lady's problems, Sammy." She would muss my hair then, before walking out the door, leaving me puzzling over what she said.

Now that I was older, I understand what she meant. It was those words that had helped me form my plan while trying to sleep last night. I knew that Rachel may not be very happy with it, but I couldn't really think of anything else to do. And besides, this girl may be able to help.

It was because of this plan that I found myself standing outside the Lima Bean at about midday. I hung around the front of the cafe, not going in, but not leaving. I received a few strange looks from people entering and leaving the cafe, but other than that I was ignored.

"Hey, Trouty!" I heard Santana's voice, and I couldn't help but smile. Only Santana would call me Trouty when just the other day I had told her not to "Didn't you hear me tell you not to call me that?" I said cheerfully as she appeared from the shop. She was holding two coffee cups and handed one to me as she joined me "What you gonna do if I keep calling you that, huh? Kick my ass or something?" She teased, and we both laughed. Even though we had broken up, we were still friends. Well, as close to friends as you can get with Santana.

We began to walk down the sidewalk, sipping our drinks. I had told Santana that I would meet her at the Lima Bean, but after that I had told her we would have to go somewhere quiet. This was something only for her ears at the moment. I had expected her to make some joke about me setting up an attack on her or something, but she seemed to tell that it was something serious, and just agreed.

"So, Fish Lips, what did you want?" Santana asked as the noise of the Lima Bean had died away. I sighed, and began "Well, San, you know Rachel's new boyfriend, Jeremy?" Santana nodded slowly, sipping her drink "Well, um, there's something you should know, San, but you can't tell anyone."

"Okay. What is it?"

"Um, I don't really know how to explain..."

"Start from the beginning."

"Okay. It goes like this..."

So I told my story. I explained everything. Throughout all of it, Santana stayed silent, sipping her drink occasionally. By the time I had finished speaking, we were well away from the Lima Bean, and on a quiet path near one of Lima's many small parks. I don't know why they had the parks. No one visited them. Apparently it was to teach the next generation something about 'saving the enviroment'. We stopped, facing the park. For a moment, we stood there, not a word uttered between us. Then Santana spoke "Wow, Sam. Just, wow."

She looked like she was about to say something more when we heard footsteps coming round the corner. Santana and I turned our heads to look, and we saw Jeremy appear. By the look on his tanned face, he was not happy. His hands were clenched into fists and he was walking unusually fast. When he saw us, though, he stopped "Oh, uh, hi, Jeremy." Santana said, a hint of nervousness in her voice. She moved back a tiny step closer to me. I realised that even though Santana was a strong woman, what Jeremy had done to Rachel had scared her, and now she felt uncomfortable around him.

"Sam, Santana, what are you doing?" Jeremy demanded. I could hear anger in his firm voice. I suddenly felt a surge of anger "What, can't two friends just have a coffee together any more?" I replied, my voice matching his. He seemed slightly surprised I matched him like this, but he soon regained his composure "Well, you two did date for a while. " He smirked. I glared at him "What is it to you? You have a girlfriend after all."

"What does Rachel matter to you?"

"What does she matter to you?"

I basically snarled at him. He narrowed his eyes, icily saying "Well, obviously there are some people in Lima that don't know the meaning of the word 'polite'." He then walked away, fists still clenched. "Yeah, people like you." I hissed under my breath. As he was walking away, I saw something. Something on his fist. My anger grew.

"Sam, are you okay?" Santana asked, seeing the anger in my eyes. She touched my shoulder, trying to make me look at her. I could tell she was worried. But it didn't help. Before I knew what was happening, my fist flew out, slamming into a nearby wall in my anger. Immediately after, I wished I hadn't done that. Pain shot up my arm from my fist "Ah, fuck!" I swore, cradling my fist in my other hand. Bruises were already appearing on my knuckles. Santana grabbed my arm, looking at my fist, making sure it was okay "Sam, you idiot! What was that all about?" Santana asked, louder than before.

"That motherfucker! He did it. He really did punch her, and he isn't even hiding the bruises on his knuckles! He can't even be polite to other people! Argh, he's such a...fuck!" I swore again as I slammed my hand against the wall in my anger "Sam!" Santana scolded, grabbing my arm and holding it, stopping me front hitting my hand again. I took a few deep breaths before talking again "Why'd he do it, San? Why'd he hurt such an innocent girl like Rachel?"

"I don't know, Sam, but whatever reason he had, I'm going to kill him."

"No, San. Please, just..."

"Talk to Rachel?"

"Please."

Santana sighed "Okay. I will. But you better have a good reason for not letting me kill him now, Trouty." She said, releasing my arm. Dropping her half-empty coffee cup in a nearby trash-can, she walked away. I glanced at her one last time before shutting my eyes and calming myself down. The one thing I registered when I looked at her, though, was the fact that she was walking in the direction of Rachel's house.

A bit short, but that's because the next chapter will be one from Santana's point of view, on her conversation with Rachel.

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