Chapter 3: Confession

Santana stared at Quinn furiously, knowing she kept a secret from her.

"Q, you did stop sleeping with that professor right? You told me you were disgusted and wanted it to end."

"Santana, I..", Quinn started.

"What are you talking about? Quinn would never sleep with someone like that. He is old and his beard looks like a fish. Not her level," Brittany interrupted.

Quinn smiled at her, but the smile faded away when she realized that both of the girls were still waiting for an answer.

"I did want to end that relationship, when I figured out that he would never divorce his wife and only used me for his pleasure."

Santana threw Quinn a told-you-so-glance.

"I told him I would stop sleeping with him, if he did not show me that he loves me or at least cared about me."

Brittany gasped: "So you did sleep with him?"

Quinn looked at the disappointed expression on the blonde's face and looked at the ground.

"Yes, I did. He always seemed so sophisticated and wise and I felt like we had a real connection. That was until I found out I was not the only student he had an affair with."

"So then why didn't you stop seeing him right there and then?", asked Santana.

"I did try, but we had exams and I completely failed history. I didn't know what to do, went to his house and asked him if there was any possibility to make up for that exam. He told me he wouldn't let me fail the class if I kept sleeping with him. So I did. I can't fail that class. I need it for my scholar ship."

Her voice broke and a tear rolled down her face.

Brittany jumped from the wall and hugged her tightly. There are hugs and there are Brittany hugs. Hugs can be awkward or tensed. They can be too short or too long. Brittany hugs however were the truest forms of hugs. They were full of love and warmth. They make you feel welcome and happy. If your head leans on Brittany's shoulder, you cannot be sad and immediately stop crying. Her hugs were one reason why Quinn was so grateful for her friendship.

"Q, I didn't know," Santana said. "I didn't know you felt that bad and were so miserable."

"It's ok. It's nothing. It's just that I haven't told anyone. Sorry for breaking down."

"Cut the crap, Fabray. I know how to make you feel better," Santana said with a wink.

Quinn was shocked: " Santana, I thought I made it clear that that was a one-time experience."

"I would rather call it a three-time thingy," Santana said making Quinn blush, "but that is not what I was talking about. I meant a.."

"I swear, if you say hair cut."

"No, we all know how that went last time. I don't want you to wake up with another tattoo. I was actually talking of you getting out of here."

"Santana, I can't just quit Yale."

"Of course not, but you could just ditch it for a week and come to Lima with us. I don't have to work for the next week and Britt doesn't have any classes. What do you think? Let's return to McKinley. We should totally show New Directions how to do a real performance again."

Brittany and Santana linked hands and smiled at Quinn eagerly.

Do I really want to go back there? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Finn, Puck and Sam are in Lima. I could see them again. And maybe it would show me the old Quinn again. The happy Quinn. The times we ruled these hallways. The best time of my life. I do want to return.

"So?", Brittany asked.

"The Unholy Trinity should return to its kingdom," Quinn said with a huge grin on her face.