A/N: My best friend likes Pezberry, so this one is for her. :)

She did not want to call Berry.

Sure, she wasn't always so bad to be around.

Wait. No. She was.

She wasn't always so terrible to be around.

The talking. It was bad. God knows what she even talked about, but she always did it, incessantly. Like what the hell did she talk about? Nothing relevant. At least that's what Santana assumed. She couldn't be bothered to continue to listen after the first few words. If Berry ever said anything directly to Santana, she usually had to repeat herself. And even then, Santana usually had an insult waiting. But those were becoming even less frequent because of Q and the whole being in love with Berry thing.

…and maybe Santana felt a little bad always dragging Berry down. She would never admit this to anyone but Brittany, but Santana kind of envied that Berry knew who she was and she didn't really care what anybody thought.

But ask Santana why she always had something to say about her? She's the most annoying person to ever walk the planet.

And Q thought it was cute. Cute.

Like what was cute? Any time Santana would say Berry was annoying, Q responded with, "I think it's cute." But what was 'it'? Whatever. Nothing about Berry was cute.

But it's not like Santana actually cared anyway.

A lot. It's not like she actually cared a lot.

Because she did care about Q. After everything this summer, she was slowly becoming the only other person Santana allowed herself to really care about. Not in the same way as Brittany and not nearly as much, but still. They'd gone through a lot together in a short amount of time. Quinn had been by her side through it all.

Especially the one time Britt wasn't around. That was the worst moment of her life, and Quinn was there. Quinn and Judy.

She didn't want to think about that. She needed to focus on this conversation she was about to have. Just Santana with Berry. Not like it had been over the summer, no. Q wasn't going to be there to act as a buffer. Q wasn't going to be there for Berry to focus all her attention on.

It was going to be all Berry.

What even?

Sometimes Santana wondered if she was trying to talk herself into not liking Berry. Yeah, she really didn't like one on one interaction with her. Sure, she did always have something negative to say to her. And she was annoying.

But Santana understood her. Berry knew what she wanted and she went after it, no matter what it cost. She had no inhibitions. And really, apart from the talking, which actually wasn't as terrible as Santana tried to convince herself it was, Berry was-

No. No. No.

Of course she didn't like her. She liked very few people. Brittany. Quinn. Karofsky. There was not room for Rachel.

Ugh.

Berry. Berry. BERRY.

Q was right. She was getting soft. Feelings. She blamed them.

Look at what they were doing to Q. She finally let herself actually feel this summer. She stopped denying that her feelings didn't exist, and she was like a completely different person. And now look at her. She shut everything off again. She barely talked to Santana. She hardly said a word to Puck. She wouldn't even speak to Rachel at all.

She was becoming a bitch. Again.

It suited Q most times, but not now. Not when Santana had to share a house with her, and definitely not when she had to share a bathroom with her. Or a car on the way to school with her. That was the worst. Mornings were hell. Q wasn't a morning person anyway, but Q without Rachel's good morning text was a nightmare. Q without Rachel- ugh, BERRY. Q without Berry was a nightmare.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm about to call your girlfriend," Santana answered, looking up at Quinn standing with her arms crossed against the door frame leading into Santana's room.

Quinn raised an eyebrow at Santana. "She is not my girlfriend."

"You're right," Santana nodded. "And she's never going to be if you don't talk to her." Quinn opened her mouth to speak but Santana raised a hand to stop her. "And because I know you're not going to do that, I'm doing it for you."

"Don't you dare say anything to her about me, Santana," Quinn said with a combination of anger and slight panic in her voice.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" she asked, looking at Quinn annoyed before her sarcastic smile returned. "I get just as much pleasure out of watching Berry suffer as you seem to."

Quinn's face dropped slightly, but she quickly hid it as she fell into HBIC mode. "Eff off, Santana."

"It's really the only explanation of why you're putting her through this," Santana responded lightly, still smiling.

Quinn took a deep breath, trying to control her voice. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing."

"What exactly is it that I'm doing?" Santana asked innocently.

Quinn stared at her. "Really? You're going to be a bitch about it?"

"I only see one bitch here, Q," Santana stated simply.

"Santana," Quinn said slowly, annoyed. "Stop it."

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything," Santana shrugged.

Quinn glared at her, clearly agitated. "Stop trying to get a rise out of me. This is awful for me. Don't you understand that?"

"Oh?" Santana asked with feigned interest. "I hadn't noticed. Whose fault is that again?"

"Don't you think I know that?" Quinn retorted. "I know this is my fault! There's nothing I can do about it!"

"Seriously, Q?" Santana asked as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, beginning to walk towards her. "There is plenty you can do about it. You're just too scared to!"

Quinn forcefully dropped her arms to her sides as Santana approached her. "I'm sorry, but who's scared here?"

"Get out of my room! I have a phone call to make," she said, shoving Quinn backwards away from her door.

"Don't you- I want you out of my-" Quinn exclaimed, slightly shocked as she stumbled backwards, before she was cut off by the door being slammed in her face.

"Like you haven't threatened me with that before!" Santana shouted through the door, walking back to her bed. "Go aways now, please. I have business on the phone with your girlfriend."

"She is not my girlfriend!" Quinn yelled back through the door. A few moments passed and her voice became more distant. "And don't say anything about me!"

Santana shouted after her. "I will try very hard!"

She heard Quinn stomp back to the door, right before she heard her hit it with what Santana assumed was the side of her fisted hand. "I hate you so much, Santana!"

"No, you don't. Now leave me alone," she replied, only elevating her voice so Quinn could hear her. "Go take some Midol or something."

Quinn growled out of irritation, and Santana listened as she stomped all the way back to her room, slamming the door when she got there. Once she knew Quinn was definitely away from her door, Santana picked up her phone, found the contact she wanted and hit the call button.

It rang two times before the shrill voice answered. "Good afternoon, Santana!"

"Berry," Santana replied, in a low monotone.

"How are you?"

Santana could feel the smile in her voice practically pushing up against the side of her face through the phone. So much so that she moved the phone an inch or two away. "Well, I'm just peachy. Considering what the chipper tone in your voice is doing to my ears."

"Thank you for asking, Santana, I'm doing fine myself," Rachel replied, still just as uppity.

Santana sighed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. "I didn't ask for a reason, Berry. I would like to hear your voice as little as possible, really. You suffer from word vomit."

"I have a big vocabu-"

"Yes. We've been through this. I don't care." She took her hand away from her face and opened her eyes. "I'm calling to tell you the song you and Britt are going to sing to Finnocence and Wheels."

"I find it rude that you practically insult me and still think I'm going to listen to what you have to say, much less have you tell me what I'm going to do."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Do you want to know why that is, Berry? Because you do it all the time. You're too nice. You let people drag you around and treat you however they want, and you just put up with it. You make it easy."

Rachel didn't respond for a few moments. "Well, would you rather I was more like Quinn and didn't put up with you telling me what to do?"

"Oh, Berry," Santana said shaking her head. "You have so much to learn."

"What do you mean?" Rachel asked, confusion in her voice.

"Well, I'm a lot smarter than you when it comes to being sneaky. And by that, I mean you and I are not talking about Q," she answered matter-of-factly.

"I wasn't trying to talk about Quinn."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Yes, you were. Q is all you ever talk about anyway."

"That's not true. I talk about singing, and Broadway, and gold stars. And Barbra Streisand!"

"Oh. my. god," Santana said choppily. "Please. stop. talking."

Rachel sighed. "Shall we just move on to the reason you called?"

"Yes! That is a capital idea," Santana replied. "Now, remember when you sang 'Gives You Hell' to Finny?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Of course I remember."

Santana could hear it in her voice. This is what she needed. She needed Berry irritated. "I need you to go back to that Berry."

"I don't need to go anywhere. I am more than in the state of mind right now. After what happened with Finn, very recently, I don't understand how that wasn't apparent to you."

Santana raised her eyebrows. "I don't really pay attention to you, Berry. I don't understand how that wasn't apparent to you," she finished out mockingly.

"Must you always be so rude, Santana?"

"Must you always be so annoying, Ra- Berry?" she asked in the same mocking tone, rolling her eyes at herself at her almost slip up. After a few moments, Santana could hear Rachel laugh lightly on the other end. "Do you think something is funny?"

"Of course not," she replied, still laughing quietly. "You try so hard to deny the fact that you might actually like me. Why else would you call me by my first name?"

"I don't know, probably because that's what Q calls you all the freaking time," Santana snapped.

There was a pause before Rachel softly asked, "All the time?"

Santana's face hardened. "We're not talking about this, Berry."

"Can you just…tell me how she is? Please?" Her voice was even softer, with a trace of sadness.

"I don't know why I'm doing this." She took a deep breath and sighed. "She is unhappy. If she's not an angry bitch, she's a less angry bitch."

Rachel didn't answer for a few moments. "Why won't she talk to me?"

Santana contemplated her reply before answering. "She needs time."

"Do you- do you know about what happened?"

"Mhmm," she hummed.

"Does she hate me?"

Santana thought again before she answered, focusing her eyes on the door as if staring through it towards Quinn's room. "Not even close."

There was silence at the other end for a few instances before Rachel spoke. "Can you pass along a message for me?"

"Depends on what it is," she replied, her tone turning harder again.

"Can you tell her…I'm not mad at her…and…that I don't hate her?"

A confused look formed on her face before she responded. "You could tell her anything and that's what you pick?"

"She will understand."

Santana shook her head. "If you say so."

"Thank you, Santana."

"Don't mention it," she replied, quickly changing the subject. "Now the song. It fits both your and Britt's situations. These boys need to know that you and Britt are done with them."

"I think that's already clear on both accounts, Santana. I will absolutely never go back to Finn, not after what happened. And haven't Brittany and Artie been broken up for over four and a half months? Brittany shows no signs of ever wanting to go back to Artie. I don't think she ever has."

"I don't care about that," Santana replied sharply. "Berry, you are singing this song."

"Okay. Well, I never said I was or wasn't singing the song. Firstly, you haven't even told me the name of the song, so I don't know if I like it or not. Secondly, I still don't understand how you think I'm just going to give in and do what you want me to. Thirdly, I'm not sure why you are pushing this so hard, when it's clear to me and most everyone around us, particularly Brittany and Artie, that Brittany and Artie will never get back together. It's as if-"

"Berry…" Santana said lowly, cutting Rachel off.

"Yes?"

"How about you try something new and let me talk?" she asked with sarcastic sweetness.

"Of course, proceed. Just please remember to address every point I made in my previous statem-"

"I will. Now, shut. up, please. Afores I get upset." When Rachel didn't respond, Santana continued. "I will tell you the song after we've talked a little bit. You know the song, and you will like it. In fact, I can probably almost guarantee that it's on your breakup playlist."

"Okay. And the rest of my concerns?"

"I'm getting there, Berry," Santana answered with slight annoyance. "You will want to sing the song once I tell you what it is. It fits the situation. And about Britt and Wheelie? Let me ask you something. You like to sing your feelings don't you?"

"I do, and I already have a perfectly fitting song for this assignment showcasing my lack of feelings for Finn. One that is also non-threatening for Brittany, seeing as she and I are certainly not in the same situation."

"That's the problem with you," Santana began. "And it's why I'm here. You see, being around you all summer, I learned something."

"And what's that?"

She raised her eyebrows and hesitated for a moment. "I was about to tell you."

"I'm sorry. I get ahead of myself at times."

"You really do." She shook her head, even if Rachel couldn't see. "Now, everyone knows how impulsive you are. And everyone knows how that gets you into trouble. But I don't think anyone but…some other person and I know what happens when you stop and think about something."

"I over think."

"Yes, Berry! Yes you do!" Santana responded. "You're just like…that other person."

"You can say Quinn, Santana."

Santana cleared her throat out of annoyance. "No, I can't because we're not talking about Q."

"You are incredibly stubborn."

"I'm stubborn? You obviously haven't met-" she stopped abruptly.

Rachel sighed. "Fine. So tell me why you pointed out what you did. I don't see what this has to do with anything, since you are obviously only using me to help pass along an unnecessary message to Artie."

Santana waited for a moment and closed her eyes. "Berry. I'm going to say this once to you. If you ever repeat it, I will deny it, and I will throw you in a locker every day for the rest of senior year, understand?"

"Yes. I understand. I will never repeat it to anoth-"

"Okay, okay," Santana said, cutting her off. "It's not just for Brittany. Artie didn't treat her like she deserved, and I want to toss him out of his wheelchair every time I see him because of it. But Finn didn't treat you how you deserved either, and it makes me want to punch him in the kidney every time I see him, too."

Rachel spoke, not being able to contain her curiosity. "Did Quinn put you up to this?"

"Berry, whether she had anything to do with this conversation or not shouldn't matter. We're not talking about Q anymore, remember? Now, let me finish," she stated, agitatedly.

"Oh. Once again, I'm sorry."

"Whatever. I figure, you have a chance to really show these two how you feel in front of everyone." Her voice grew slightly more demanding. "Only this time, it's going to stick. You can't go running back to Finny like you have every other time."

"I'm done with…him. Santana, he hurt me, and even worse, he hurt Quinn. I don't care whether he had been drinking or not. There's no going back after…the party. I can forgive him, but I won't forget."

Santana hesitated for a moment before responding as she sorted through her thoughts. "A lot happened at that party."

"It did. Some I wish I could forget and some I never will."

A sneaky smile crept onto Santana's face as she recalled what it was that happened at the party and what it was Rachel was talking about, but then immediately dropped after she remembered it's why Q and Berry were in this whole mess to begin with. "Well, at least you finally saw the true side to a few people."

"Yes, I did."

"Marvelous," Santana said without much interest. "Anyway, about this duet, I won't lie; I want this for Britt more than you. I need you two to sing this duet so that the music can do the talking because no one takes what she says seriously."

"Of course. We seem to have a habit of getting off topic. Most people don't realize that Brittany's lack of speech just makes her words when she does speak that much more powerful. They underestimate her immensely."

"Berry." Santana almost felt like being nice to Rachel because someone other than her finally understood Brittany.

"Yes?"

But then she thought better of it and couldn't be having that. "You should take some lessons from her."

Rachel huffed. "Just please continue."

"Now, you and I are apparently the only ones who understand how Brittany works. That's why we need the perfect song for you to sing to get through to them." She smiled deviously as she continued. "It needs to get the point across without being too harsh. She wouldn't want to hurt Artie, but I need him to get it. And Finn too, I guess."

"Certainly, what song did you have in mind?"

"You all should know, Artie and I are totally just friends. If I sang this to him, it would be mean," Brittany said as she stood in front of the rest of the glee club with Rachel. "So I'm just singing to help Rachel."

"Wait, what?" Santana exclaimed from the second row.

"Uh, girls," Mr. Schuester said from the front row, looking from Santana back to Brittany and Rachel. "That wasn't the point of the assignment."

Brittany shrugged. "Rachel said if I didn't want to sing the song to Artie, I didn't have to."

"Brittany!" Rachel shouted as she quickly glancing between Brittany and Santana.

"Berry, we need to step outside," Santana said as she stood up, her arms crossed.

"They're about to do their duet, Santana. Can't this wait?" Mr. Schuester asked as he watched her step down a stair.

"No, Mr. Schue, it can't," she answered, stepping down the second stair. She walked towards the door, not turning to look at Rachel, continued, "Come on, Berry."

"If you'll excuse me, I'll be right back," she stated to Mr. Schuester before she turned to follow Santana. She quickly walked to and out the door, turning to the right to where Santana stood leaning against the wall. "What is so important you had to speak to me before the duet?"

Santana stared hard at Rachel. "What did you say to Britt when you told her about the song?"

"Just what you told me to," she answered before noticing the dissatisfied look on Santana's face. "Exactly what you told me to!"

"And what was that?" Santana asked firmly, raising her eyebrows.

"You can't be serious!" Rachel replied, looking at Santana with disbelief.

"Oh, I am," Santana stated. "Tell-"

The look on Rachel's face grew more disbelieving. "I think that's a bit ridiculous. You don't think I actually remember exactly what I-"

"Cut me off again, Berry," Santana interrupted. "And see what happens."

"I don't understand how you continue to expect me to give you what you want when you continue to threaten me," she quietly exclaimed.

"That's why I do it," she responded. "Tell. me, now."

"You could always just ask me nicely," she responded softly. "I'd be more than willing to-"

"Berry!" Santana shouted, causing Rachel to jump slightly. "If you say one more damn thing that is not exactly what you said to Britt, I will go all Lima Heights."

"Okay. Again with the threatening..." She cleared her throat. "I said, 'Though I originally had a song prepared that would convey my lack of feelings for Finn, and also your lack of feelings for Artie, I have come across what I find to be a much more suitable song to mine, and I'm assuming your feelings at this moment. Because I do not have a lack of feelings for Finn, I have angry feelings for Finn. We need both of these stupid boys to understand that we are better off without them.' Happy?"

"That's not what I told you to tell her," Santana responded, irritated.

"I know. But if you'll note, I included the part about the 'stupid boys' that you pushed so hard for!" Rachel defended. "I would never say that, Santana. And not to mention, I had to insert Rachel Berry vocabulary to make it believable," she finished matter-of-factly.

"Well, something in your stupid Rachel Berry vocabulary made this happen!" She yelled dramatically dropping her hands to her sides.

"It wasn't that!" Rachel blurted out. "And don't yell at me."

Santana was about to say something, but closed her mouth, and raising an eyebrow, glared at Rachel. "Then what was it, Berry?"

Rachel waited for a few moments before she broke eye contact with Santana, and looked down at the ground. She crossed her arms before looking back up. "You- you should have seen her! She was so sad. She did not want to sing it to him. I- I couldn't make her, so…" She closed her eyes and finished her sentence at lightning speed. "I may have mentioned something about understanding that she and Artie were definitely through, and it was okay if she just helped me sing the song to Finn." She opened her eyes slowly waiting for Santana's reaction.

"Mother f-" Santana stopped herself. She took a deep breath in and out. "You are so lucky Q is in that classroom, Berry. Or else we would've had it out."

"I am sorry!" Rachel said sincerely. "You of all people should understand how hard it is to not give into Brittany. Besides, and I'm sure I risk my nose in saying this, so please don't react immediately upon hearing what I have to say." She paused for a moment as she waited for Santana to respond, and when she didn't, Rachel nodded and continued. "While I'm sorry about all this with Brittany, I really am, it wouldn't make a difference whether she sang to Artie or not, Santana. It's not Artie that's keeping you two apart."

"I'm not talking to you about this," Santana replied, a hint of sadness in her voice. She swallowed before her voice became slightly angered. "Don't act like you know me."

Rachel looked at her for a moment, studying the hurt on her face. "I know you don't let many people in. You're like Quinn in that way. But whether you wanted me to or not, I got to know you this summer. Whether it was through Quinn or it was when we were around each other, I did."

Santana stared at her before she responded. "That doesn't mean you have any idea what you're talking about."

"Don't I?" Rachel asked genuinely. "I know I'm not Quinn, and you haven't ever talked to me about any of this, but I do see things."

"We're not talking about Q right now," Santana mumbled.

Rachel sighed. "I know that, Santana. I wasn't trying to. You are avoiding what I'm trying to say. You have been this entire conversation."

"Whatever. I just don't want to hear what you have to say," she replied. "But Berry, if you ruin this for me, I swear."

"Nothing will be ruined, Santana," she said, shaking her head. "I think you are far too worried about this."

"Did you not see what just happened in there?"She looked around the deserted hallway, trying to compose herself before continuing. She finally turned back to Rachel. "They are friends, Berry. Friends!"

"Yes, I realize that. But that is all they are, "Rachel assured her. "Can't you see? She loves you, Santana. She would do anything for you. She sees the hurt that you are going through and she would do anything to make it go away. All she wants is to see you happy." She paused a moment as she studied Santana. "You know all she talked about the entire time we were rehearsing was you? And how she didn't even care to sing to Artie because all she cares about is you? You know that, Santana, I know you do. And I know you feel the exact same way." She waited an instance before adding, "She's already yours, okay?"

Santana broke eye contact with Rachel, and moving her eyes to focus on the wall she was leaning against. She chewed on the inside of her bottom lips for a few moments before speaking and wiping her fingertips under her eyes quickly. "Berry, something got in my eyes when you were talking."

"I'm sorry that happened." She gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Now then, you better get your ass out there and sing this song to Finny, understand?" Santana flicked her finger towards the choir room. "I don't want to have gone through all this talking with you for nothing."

"I can assure you, I will give it my all," she replied firmly, nodding.

As Rachel turned to head back into the classroom, Santana stopped her. "Berry?"

Rachel stopped and turned back. "Yes, Santana?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You know none of this means we're friends."

Rachel gave her a small smile in understanding before turning to walk back into the classroom. "I know."

Santana waited until Rachel was in the classroom before she let herself smile for a moment and followed after her. As she entered, she announced, "I don't have all day for this duet. Let's get a move on!"

Sam scrunched his forehead as he watched her take a seat. "But you and Rachel just talked out there for like 10 minutes."

"And?" she asked, turning in her seat to look at him. "You don't think that was exactly fun for me, do you?"

Quinn glared at Santana from the seat next her. "Can. we. just let them sing-their-duet?"

Santana turned to give Quinn a look. Quinn just shrugged in response.

"That's a great idea." Mr. Schuester agreed. "Ladies, the floor is yours."

"Fabulous!" Rachel responded, turning to Brittany, who had come up to stand next to her again. "Are you ready?"

Brittany nodded. "Yep!"

Rachel turned away from Brittany to look directly at Finn. The look on her face wasn't sad, and wasn't angry. It was hard and it was hurt. "This is the last time I will ever sing to you, Finn." She continued looking at him for just a moment, and then her face softened when she looked behind him, making eye contact with Quinn. She stared at her for just a second, before Quinn looked away. Rachel turned to the band with a slight look of regret on her face and nodded.

As the music began to play, Rachel closed then opened her eyes and took a deep breath, focusing only on Finn as she began:

Rachel:

Here's the thing, we started off friends.
It was cool, but it was all pretend.
Yeah, yeah.
Since you've been gone.

You dedicated, you took the time.
Wasn't long till I called you mine.
Yeah, yeah.
Since you've been gone.

And all you'd ever hear me say,
Is how I pictured me with you.
That's all you'd ever hear me say.

Rachel and Brittany:

But since you've been gone,
I can breathe for the first time.
I'm so movin' on, yeah, yeah.
Thanks to you, now I get what I want.
Since you've been gone.

Rachel:

How can I put it? You put me on.
I even fell for that stupid love song.
Yeah, yeah.
Since you've been gone.

How come I'd never hear you say?
I just wanna be with you?
I guess you never felt that way.

Rachel and Brittany:

But since you've been gone,
I can breathe for the first time.
I'm so movin' on, yeah, yeah.
Thanks to you now I get, I get what I want.
Since you've been gone.

You had your chance you blew it,
Out of sight, out of mind.
Shut your mouth, I just can't take it.
Again and again and again and again.

Rachel:

Since you've been gone.

Brittany:

(Since you've been gone.)

Rachel:

I can breathe for the first time.
I'm so movin' on, yeah, yeah.
Thanks to you,

Brittany:

(Thanks to you,)

Rachel and Rachel:

Now I get,

Rachel:

I get what I want.

Rachel and Brittany:

I can breathe for…

Rachel:

…the first time.
I'm so movin' on, yeah, yeah.
Thanks to you,

Brittany:

(Thanks to you,)

Rachel:

Now I get,

Brittany:

(I get,)

Rachel:

You should know,

Brittany:

(You should know,)

Rachel and Brittany:

That I get,

Rachel:

I get what I want.

Rachel and Brittany:

Since you've been gone.
Since you've been gone.

Rachel:

Since you've been gone.

Rachel smiled when she was finished looking over to Brittany. Both girls were breathing heavily as they began to walk back to their seats and the glee club began to clap.

"Great job, ladies," Mr. Schuester praised as clapped and stood to walk to the front of the class. "We could really see the emotion behind the song."

"Thank you very much," Rachel replied as she walked back to take her seat in the third row next to Puck.

She was followed by Brittany who took a seat next to Santana in the second row. "What'd you think?" she asked smiling.

Santana returned the smile widely. "It was great, B." She stared at Brittany for a few moments before breaking eye contact, looking down at Finn and lightly kicking the leg of his chair. "What'd you think, Finnly?"

"I think it they did a good job," he replied flatly. "But I don't understand why it was just sung to me."

"Because Hudson," Lauren, who was sitting next to Puck, jumped in. "You and my man Artie aren't exactly in the same situation."

Finn turned around in his seat with a confused look on his face. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I think what she means is that Artie made one mistake, but you just keep making them." Tina shrugged when Finn turned to the left where she was sitting to gawk at her.

He turned around in his seat, slouching. "When's the last time I even said anything bad?" he mumbled.

Quinn whipped her head up and glared at him. "You cannot be serious!"

Santana went to respond as well, but Brittany beat her to it. "Well, a week and a half ago you said really mean things about Quinn and Rachel. You made both of them cry. How could you not remember that?"

Quinn turned around for a moment and made eye contact with Rachel before quickly turning around in her seat.

"I said I was sorry," Finn responded bitterly.

"Like that really makes a difference, dude," Puck commented.

Finn didn't turn around, only sat in his seat not saying anything. The awkward silence was broken by Kurt. "Well, if we're done here, I have a four o'clock appointment for a facial." He leaned over to pick up his shoulder bag from the chair next to him that separated him from Quinn.

"Of course," Blaine agreed as he started to stand from his seat next to Kurt's. "And you can't be late for that." Kurt smiled at him as he also stood up.

Mr. Schuester laughed. "Yes, we're done, so you are all free to leave," he said before turning to gather his papers from on top of the piano.

"Oh, hey, Mr. Schue, before we leave," Mercedes asked from where she was siting on the right hand side of the front row. "You never told us what order we're performing our duets. Who's next?"

"Ah, right! I guess Sam and Mike can go next," he answered as he turned around, and looked between both boys. "If that's okay with the two of you?"

"Yeah, that's cool. We already have our song ready to go," Sam replied from where he sat next to Mercedes, sneaking a small glance at Rachel and smiling.

Later that afternoon, Quinn was sitting at her desk in her bedroom, writing yet another draft of a letter when she saw Santana walk by her opened door. "Hey, Santana?" she called after her.

Santana stopped and turned around to walk back to stand in the doorway. "Yeah?"

Quinn hesitated, looking back down at her letter before answering. "How is she?"

Santana looked at her for a moment. "She asked the same about you, you know."

Quinn smiled to herself before hurt covered her face again. "She seemed angry about Finn. I would be okay with that, if that was all it was."

"I'm going to be honest with you, Q. Finn isn't the issue." She studied Quinn's face, waiting for a reaction.

"I know that. I am," she replied softly, looking up to Santana. "What am I going to do?"

"I don't know, Q, you could always talk to her," Santana suggested obviously.

"I can't, Santana." Quinn shook her head, looking down at the letter again. "Not yet."

Santana hesitated in turning to leave. "She's not too bad, you know." She raised an eyebrow while awaiting Quinn's response.

"It took you long enough to realize that," she laughed.

Santana thought for a moment. "I miss this Q…the one Rachel brought out," Santana commented, nodding towards her.

"Rachel?" Quinn asked, trying to fight a smile.

Santana rolled her eyes as she spun around to leave. "Damnit! Berry! BERRY!"