"It's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames. You can tell me when it's over if the high was worth the pain."
-Taylor Swift
After another torturous hour of Sue continuously stomping on their pride while they tried to keep their teeth from chattering for fear of Sue hearing, the ruthless woman finally ended practice. Not before, of course, taking yet another shot at their pride.
"You're all a bunch of babies! You think this is cold? Try having your spouse clean out your bank account and splurge on his mistress on the day of your funeral. Now that's cold." She yelled through her ever-present bullhorn.
The cold and worn out Cheerios scattered to their locker room as fast as they could to get away from the demented woman, ignoring the woman's comment. They had long ago given up on trying to figure out if she was speaking from personal experience or just simply speaking.
Santana trailed behind the other girls, deciding to forgo taking a shower. She wanted to talk to Quinn and didn't want her captain slipping away while she was in the middle of her shower. Surely, she could talk to Quinn in the locker room, but she'd rather not have the conversation with in front of an audience.
After grabbing her duffle bag from her locker, she made her way back to the field to wait by the bleachers, pulling on her cheerio's jacket and trying her best to ignore the chilling weather. Climbing the stands to pop a squat on the bench, she stretched out her legs already missing the warmth the steam from the locker room had provided. She looked around and was surprised to see a figure sitting a couple of rows behind her.
She scowled when she recognized the figure as Rachel. She'd recognize the ugly orange knit-beanie donning the girl's head anywhere. She'd been wearing it since forever.
Standing up, she turned around to face the girl, "Berry, what the hell are you doing on my field?"
Rachel, not surprised in the least at the aggressive question, rolled her eyes. She had hoped Santana wouldn't notice her and would just leave whenever whoever she was waiting for, Brittany she presumed, showed up.
"It's hardly your field, Santana. You merely use it for practice."
"During Cheerio's practice, it's mine." The cheerleader sneered.
"But if you must know, I'm waiting for someone." Rachel continued, ignoring the girl's comment.
"No shit, Berry."
"You asked, Satan." Rachel huffed.
"I meant," Santana rolled her eyes "why are you waiting here, freezing your baby tits off? I always pegged you for a masochist. It's the only explanation for why you constantly put yourself in my line of fire."
"I'm far from a masochist, Santana. I don't get any pleasure from your presence unless, of course, it involves me upstaging you. If anything, you're a sadist." Rachel grew red from Santana's comment about her body.
"And proud." Santana smirked.
"If you haven't noticed, Santana, to my deepest displeasure, you're out here waiting in the cold as well. You could just as easily have waited for Brittany in the locker room."
"I'm not waiting for Brittany." Santana mumbled looking towards the field, avoiding eye contact. The last person she wanted the topic to come up with was Big Mouth Berry.
"Oh? Then why are you sitting out here?" Rachel asked.
Focusing her gaze back on the girl, Santana glared. "None of your damn business, Berry."
"Well, what I'm doing was none of your business, Lopez." Rachel glared back.
"Everything that happens on MY field is MY business," Santana shot back.
By now both girls were standing, staring each other down.
"It's not your field!" Rachel shouted back.
"Are you two done?" Came a raspy voice from behind Santana.
Looking down, the two saw Quinn staring back up at them with a blank expression. "What are you guys even doing out here? It's cold as hell."
"I need to talk to you." They both answered at the same time.
The brunettes turned back to each other frowning at realizing they had been waiting for the same person.
"Wow, you both waited in the cold for me? I feel so special." Quinn snorted.
"Quinn," Rachel spoke up, getting the girl's attention, "I was actually wondering if you could give me a ride home. Seeing as Finn no longer wishes to drive me, my dad has been picking me up but he got held up today, and it's a bit cold to sit and wait."
"You've got legs, Frodo." Santana piped in. "Use them."
"Santana, please. Its 10 minutes driving. I'd be frozen solid before I made it." Rachel replied exasperatedly.
"That's a risk I'm willing to take." Santana smirked.
"Santana, stop." Quinn said giving her friend a stern look, to which Santana rolled her eyes. "Rachel, sure I'll drive you home. You'll have to help me get there, though."
"Of course!" Rachel answered, giving off a brilliant smile. "Thank you."
"No problem, are you ready?"
"Hold up." Santana interrupted as Rachel made her way past her. "I still need to talk to you, Fabray. I didn't sit out here freezing my ass off so you could stand me up for the bridge troll."
"Oh, right. Sorry San. What's up?" Quinn asked turning her attention to the scorned girl.
Glancing back at Rachel who was now standing beside Quinn, and suspiciously not taking her eyes off the blonde, Santana shrugged her shoulders. "It's not exactly something I want to talk about in front of Big Mouth Berry."
"Oh, is there some-"
Quinn was interrupted as Brittany approached them. "Hey Quinn! Hi Rachel! San, are you ready? My parents texted and said Lord Tubbington got into the cigarettes I hid from him. I need to get home and give him a stern talking to."
Rachel stared at the blonde, Quinn chuckled a bit and Santana rolled her eyes for the hundredth time that day.
She had forgotten that she was Brittany's ride.
"Yeah, give me a sec, Britt." Santana responded, making her way to the three girls on the ground.
Pulling Quinn to the side, Santana spoke to her in a hushed voice, "Q, I need to tell you something. And it's kind of important." Staring straight into hazel, Santana attempted to portray how serious she was through her eyes.
Quinn seemed to catch on.
"Look, San. I don't want Britt and Rachel to freeze to death waiting for us. So why don't you come over tonight? And we can talk about whatever it is you need to talk about, okay?" She squeezed Santana's hand in reassurance.
"Okay." Santana squeezed back. "I'll be over at seven."
"It's a date" the blonde winked at her.
"Only if you save me some dinner." Santana laughed, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.
"Don't I always?" Quinn grinned as she let go and began making her way back to where Rachel and Brittany were waiting for them.
"Tell LT I'm not going to bring him anymore jerky if he starts smoking again." Quinn said to Brittany as she and Rachel began to walk out.
"I'll totes let him know Quinn. I hope he listens, I can't seem to get through to that cat." Brittany frowned to herself.
Santana grabbed her bag, walking towards Brittany, all the while watching the retreating figures ahead of them.
Santana had a feeling and it wasn't a feeling she liked. It was the same feeling she got when she saw Brittany and Mike Chang dancing together during Glee rehearsal a couple of months after she and the blonde had split. By the end of the week, the two were dating.
The way Rachel looked at Quinn reminded her of how Mike had looked at Brittany. How Finn had once looked at Rachel. How Quinn had looked at Sugar.
Her gut was telling her that Rachel Berry was crushing on Quinn. And, when it came to these things, her gut had yet to be wrong.
Arriving in front of Brittany's house, Santana grabbed the dancer's attention before she could get out of the car.
"Britt, I think Berry has the hots for Q." She had hope that her friend would laugh at the ludicrous thought and tell her the hobbit was probably still in love with Hudson. That she was just paranoid.
"Everybody has the hots for Quinn, San. I mean, she's like one of the hottest girls in school." Brittany said nonchalantly.
"No, Brittany. I mean Rachel likes Quinn. As in, like-likes Quinn." She elaborated.
"Oh yeah. But that's been like forever. I thought everybody knew that."
"Excuse me?" Santana was almost flabbergasted. There was no way that was common knowledge and she had missed it. "Brittany, how do you know that?"
"As Senior Class President, It's my job to know. Also, sometimes Rachel stares at Quinn the way Finn stares at his lunch. Like he's been in the desert for 40 hours like Jesus."
Funny, she had just thought the same thing.
"Britt, it was 40 days."
"Santana, there's no way someone could survive 40 days in the desert. They'd like starve."
Sighing, Santana dropped it. The subject of Rachel's crush on Quinn far more important than correcting her friend's reference.
"Rachel looking at Quinn like a dog in heat doesn't necessarily mean she likes her, though. Like you said, everyone wants in Quinn's skirt." That thought honestly didn't make her feel any better.
"I don't know San, I think it's more than that for Rachel. She didn't marry Finn just because Quinn refused to come to the wedding." Brittany reasoned.
"She didn't marry Finnessa because she knew Quinn was right. It was stupid and he just wanted to ride her coattails. She was bound to figure it out." Santana retorted.
"That doesn't explain why they broke up afterwards."
Santana huffed. She hated when Brittany was the more sensible one. She especially hated that she knew Brittany was right.
Rachel was clearly holding onto some feelings for her girl.
The thought made her angry.
It was one thing to lose her girl to a chick she didn't know. Losing her to Rachel Berry was incomprehensible.
"Did you want to come in, San? You could help me with Lord Tubbington." Brittany offered, changing the subject.
"That cat hates me, Britt. And I've got to make a stop. Maybe next time." She answered as Brittany got out of the car.
She waved as she made her way out of the drive-way.
Fuck.
"Turn here, and my house will be the fourth house on the left." Rachel directed.
Soon they were pulling-up in front of her house. "Thanks for the ride, Quinn. I really do appreciate it." Rachel smiled.
"No problem, Rach. Now," the blonde started as she turned to face the smaller girl. "What's this really about?"
"Wh-what do you mean Quinn?" Rachel stuttered.
"Well," Quinn began, "judging by the car parked in your driveway, I'm willing to bet you never asked your dads for a ride."
Rachel flushed at having been caught red-handed.
"So, you sat in the cold just so you could be alone with me" Quinn ticked off on her fingers, "and you're wearing the hoodie I lent you when we first met." Quinn continued, nodding towards the article donning Rachel's body.
"It was cold," Rachel tried.
"Rachel, you're one of the most over-prepared people I've ever met. You carry umbrellas whens there's like a two percent chance of rain. I know you brought a jacket." The cheerleader laughed. Her smile dropped, however, as she started again. "So, I can only assume one thing."
Rachel was sweating now. Had she been that obvious? What would Quinn think? Why was she frowning? She obviously hated the idea. This wasn't exactly how she planned for this to go. She had a plan to sweep the girl off her feet. This was…this was a disaster.
"You want to talk about Sugar." The blonde mumbled.
Rachel felt her heartbeat slow down at hearing the girls soft, and very wrong, answer.
"I get it. I was there for you with Finn, and you want to be here with me through…this." She said softly.
Rachel gazed at the object of her affection. It broke her heart to see the girl so torn up. The breakup had clearly hurt her.
"How are you, Quinn? Really?" Rachel asked softly, placing her hand on her forearm.
"I'm pissed. I'm confused. And I'm hurt." The girl responded, trying to hold back tears.
"Those are all the same feelings I had when I got my first slushy." Rachel joked, wanting desperately to see the girl smile even if at her own expense.
She only got a shrug.
"Quinn, look at me." She ordered, waiting until the girl finally made eye contact to continue. "Remember what you told me after Finn and I broke up? You told me that everything's going to be okay. And now I'm telling you. You're one of the most beautiful, intelligent and caring people I know. You're bigger than whatever she did to hurt you. And if she can't see what a great girl she let go, she's a fool." She pulled the heartbroken girl into a firm hug over the center console. "There are so many people who love you." she finished.
More than you know went unsaid.
"That's my line," Quinn chuckled as she wiped away a stray tear.
"Well Quinn Fabray, you've always been there for me. I'm just returning the favor." She smiled.
"Thanks, Rachel. You known, for being here." She squeezed the brunette into another hug.
"Of course, Quinn. And if you ever need to talk, I'm here."
"I know." Quinn smiled back.
"Did you want to come in?" Rachel asked as she prepared to get out of the car. "My dads would love to have you. And I could make some hot cocoa and fry up some vegan bacon."
"I can't believe they let you vegans get your hands on bacon." Quinn said in mock surprise, twisting her face into a grimace.
"Oh stop that, Quinn Fabray. Vegan substitutes are not only delicious but they are much better for your body." Rachel defended.
Quinn grinned, "As tempting as that sounds, I've got to run to the grocery store for my mom. Rain check?"
"Of course, we'll make a day of it. And I can introduce you to the wonderful world of vegan eatery." Rachel declared as she stepped out of the car.
"I can't wait." Quinn smiled.
Just as she was closing the car door, Rachel remembered she was wearing the hoodie. "Oh Quinn. Before it escapes me again, I'd like to finally return your hoodie."
"Keep it." The blonde responded with a smile.
Rachel faltered. "Are you sure?"
"Of course. Consider it a gift. It always looked better on you than it did on me." Quinn winked, smiling as she started her car.
Rachel blushed as she waved at the retreating blonde.
That wink would be the death of her.
Mercedes sighed as she made her way to the door. Someone was really eager to get in if the rushed knocking was anything to go by.
When she finally opened the door, she wasn't too surprised to find Santana on the other side.
"Santana, what a nice surprise." The diva said flatly.
"You're the highlight of my day, too Wheezy. Now, are you going to let me in or make me freeze to death." Santana huffed.
"I kinda like the second option." Mercedes teased the girl as she widened the door to let her in.
"Damn. What's got your panties in a twist? Ken doll having more fun chasing fake girls than real ones again?" She retorted as she followed Mercedes to her room.
"I love that boy to tears, but when he starts talking about Star Trek or Star Wars or whatever I can't keep up with him." She shook her head as she closed her door and Santana made herself comfortable in her usual spot on the girl's bed. She and Mercedes had been friends for a while, after teaming up for their duet back in junior year. She liked being around the girl, she was fun and sassy. And when she couldn't talk to Quinn or Brittany, she always found an open ear with Mercedes.
"But you're not here to hear about my problems. What's on your mind, girl?" Mercedes asked as she, too, sat on the bed.
"I've got girl problems." Santana stated.
"Oh boy."
"More like, oh girl." Santana smirked.
"Please stop." Mercedes laughed. "So who's trying their hand at Santana Lopez's heart this time? It's not Brittany again, is it?" she asked, eyes widening in concern.
"No," Santana mumbled.
"Who then? Do I know her?"
"Yeah." Santana responded shyly. She was having trouble admitting her feelings to someone that's wasn't herself.
"Come on, spill, Santana. I can't help if you don't tell me." Mercedes pressed.
Santana took a deep breath. "It's Quinn."
"Well, can't say I'm surprised." Santana looked up at the girl. "What's that supposed to mean." She frowned.
"Well, you clearly have a thing for blondes." Mercedes laughed.
"Shut up," Santana responded as she tossed a pillow at her laughing friend. "Anyway, it's different with Quinn than it was with Brittany. Like don't get me wrong, I liked Britt. But I feel things for Quinn that I know I've never felt for anybody else. And we're not even together." She finished heavily.
"Wow, who knew Satan could have feelings?" Mercedes teased her friend again.
"Tell anybody, and ill ends you." Santana threatened half-heartedly.
"But in all seriousness, do you think you're in love with her?" Mercedes questioned.
"Wh-wh- no of course not!" Santana blushed profusely.
"Okay, Santana, because that blush and stutter didn't mean anything." Mercedes rolled her eyes good naturedly.
"Can you help me or not?" Santana huffed, sitting up and folding her arms.
"Well, what exactly do you need my help with? You clearly have feelings for her. What's the problem, I mean besides the chaos that was Sinn breaking up? Which, I guess, is good for you." Mercedes thought. "How is she, by the way? She looked really upset in Glee, and I haven't had the chance to talk to her. Figured she could probably use some space."
"Not sure. I'm going over later to see her. I'll let her know you asked about her." Santana responded to which Mercedes nodded her thanks.
"But," Santana continued, "The problem, and where I need your help, is that Berry seems to have the hots for Quinn."
"Okay, that I did not see coming," came Mercedes' stunned response.
"Neither did I. I kinda found out not too long ago." Santana muttered.
"Well, do you think she's going to do anything about it? Like, do you think she'd actually ask her out?" Mercedes questioned.
"I don't know, honestly. I feel like she would. God knows how nice Quinn is to the midget. She probably thinks Quinn likes her too."
"Well, even if she does, what are the chances Quinn would like her back?" Mercedes pondered.
"That's not a chance I'm willing to take." Santana declared.
"Okay, so Rachel might be trying to get with the girl that you apparently don't love," Mercedes grinned, as Santana glared at her, "Where do I come in for all of this?"
"Simple. I need you to help me take down Berry." Santana stated, staring the girl right in the eyes.
"Why me? Why not like, Brittany? That girl would be happy to help if she knew she was getting the chance to play cupid." Mercedes reasoned.
"No, I need you, Mercedes. Firstly, because Quinn really likes you and secondly, because no one has ever taken down Berry as epically as you have; not even me. When you practically swiped the role of Maria for West Side Story from right under her nose, even I was impressed." Santana argued.
"Okay, but why do you have to take down Rachel at all? Why not just focus on wooing Quinn?" She continued to question.
"Because if Berry likes Quinn even half as much as I do, she's not going to let anything keep her from getting her. I wouldn't." Santana answered seriously.
"But what if she doesn't?" Mercedes questioned.
"Another chance I'm not willing to take." Santana fired back.
"I see. It's just, I feel bad, Santana. I'm not Rachel's biggest fan either, but we can be civil sometimes." the diva explained.
"I really like her, Mercedes." Santana stated. And it was the most sincere thing Mercedes had ever heard come from the girl's mouth.
After watching the girl's sulking face for a few seconds, Mercedes couldn't help but relent. If she had been in the same situation with Sam's heart on the line, she'd like to think she could count on Santana. "Fine. Count me in. But I'm only doing this in the name of love. What do you need me to do?"
Santana beamed at the softhearted girl. "Nothing crazy or illegal, I promise. I just need you to help me shutdown any plans Berry may have that involve trying to get at Quinn. Sweeping Quinn off her feet I can manage on my own." She finished with a confidant smile.
"Are you sure? I mean, from what I can tell, Quinn likes her white girls. That's some tough competition to beat." Mercedes teased, trying to lighten the mood.
"Well, you know what they say. Once you go black, you never go back." Santana smirked in response.
"One problem there, last time I checked, you're not black." Mercedes laughed, rolling her eyes.
"When's the last time you checked my genes?" Santana retorted, smirk widening when she saw the confusion written on the girl's face.
"What do you mean?"
"My abuela is Mexican, but my abuelo's Afro-Cuban, making my mom ½ black. My grandma on my dad's side, I never met her, but my grandpa told me she was black Puerto Rican. So that makes me some mathematical percentage black." Santana finished.
"I learn something new about you every day, Santana. That's a lot of culture." Mercedes acknowledged, laughingly.
"Tell me about it," Santana rolled her eyes "Holidays are a struggle."
"Well, I'm always happy to help a sista out," Mercedes laughed.
Despite promising to come at seven, Santana showed up to Quinn's house closer to seven-thirty. She may love the girl, but she couldn't afford to look desperate and pathetic. She had a reputation to uphold.
Judy Fabray answered the door and informed her that Quinn had stored her saved dinner in the stove. The woman was so used to Santana and Brittany's presence in her home, it no longer surprised her when her daughter would make extra plates of food only to put them away.
Santana thanked her before heading straight to Quinn's room. She'd eat later.
She thought she'd find Quinn lying on her bed doing homework or engulfed in an episode of Breaking Bad (the girl was obsessed. She'd gotten through 3 seasons in like a month). What she hadn't counted on was finding her best friend lying flat on her floor, tears streaming down her face.
"What the hell, Q?"
If the girl was embarrassed about being caught crying, she didn't show it. Her brilliant hazel eyes opened to assess Santana before closing to resume crying. Santana sat next to her sobbing friend, holding her hand until the blonde's sobs had subdued enough that Santana felt she could talk to her. "Why are you crying, Quinn?" she asked as softly as she could.
"Because I knew you were coming, and I knew that you'd want to talk about Sugar. And at first I thought I could handle it because I was with Rachel and she made it better and offered me bacon, but then I just kept thinking about her, and I couldn't stop, and now I'm on the floor" the blonde whimpered through sniffles.
Santana had never hated Sugar Motta more than she did in that moment.
"We don't have to talk about it." Santana responded after a brief silence.
"Thank you." The blonde whispered.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sound coming from Quinn's quiet sniffling. Santana just quietly enjoyed the feeling of Quinn's hand in her own.
"Santana, have you ever been in love?"
The brunette's eyes widened. The question had definitely caught her off guard. Although they weren't talking about it, Quinn was obviously still thinking about it.
"I think so." Santana answered honestly. She expected the blonde to fire questions at her demanding to know who it was. She was relieved when she didn't.
"How did you know?" The sniffling blonde questioned.
Santana wasn't sure how she felt about describing her feelings to the girl she was harboring those feelings for. Against her own discretion, she answered anyway. "As cliché as it may sound, I think I just knew. One day it just hit me and I didn't really know how to unfeel it, ya know. It was like the feeling you get when you wake up in the morning an hour before you need to be up; exciting because you get more sleep, but scared as hell that if you go back to sleep you won't wake up on time. But also knowing that if you do it right, everything would be perfect and all the fear would be worth it."
"Was it worth it?" Quinn asked, eyes closed.
"I think so." Santana whispered back, staring at Quinn's face.
"Quinn," Santana started grabbing the blonde's attention. "Are you in love with Sugar?" It took everything in Santana to ask, but she knew it was important for her to know.
There was a moment of silence before Quinn answered. "I don't think so." Santana didn't realize she was holding her breath until all the air rushed out of her chest at the girl's answer. "I think I could've been, though." The blonde's eyes began to tear up again. She slammed her fist into her carpet. "I could've been and it doesn't even matter."
Santana was quickly on her feet. "Put on your shoes, Q."
"I don't feel like going anywhere." Quinn muttered from her position on the floor.
"It wasn't a question, Fabray. Get up and put on your damn shoes before I do it for you and throw you over my shoulder. You know I will." Santana threatened. "We're going on a little trip."
After a 15 minute car ride, an excited Santana and a reluctant Quinn reached their destination.
"Why are we in a junkyard, Santana?" Quinn questioned, confused.
"You'll see. Get out." She demanded as she got out and immediately went for her trunk.
Quinn hesitantly followed her behind the car, surveying the dirty lot.
"Found it!" Santana declared wielding a baseball bat she'd pulled from her trunk, "glad I kept that in there."
"Whoa! What are you doing with that? Is that why you brought me here? So you could kill me and hide my body?! I wasn't that bad, was I?" Quinn questioned, backing away from her friend.
"Quit being so dramatic, Quinn. You sound like Berry. Here," Santana said holding the bat towards Quinn.
"What do you want me to do with this?" Quinn questioned, taking the weapon.
"Relieve some stress. Right now, you've been dealing with your hurt by crying. You're sad, so that's okay. But, you're also angry, and you need to relieve that, too." Santana explained.
"So what do you want me to do, hit you with it?" The girl remarked, sarcastically.
"Only if you have a death wish." Santana rolled her eyes. "Look around you, Q. The world is your oyster. Or at least this junkyard is. Take a whack at something, see if it doesn't make you feel better."
It was a few minutes of watching Quinn debate whether or not she was up for it before she finally took a whack at the windshield of a totaled car behind her. Santana grinned when the girl took another, shattering the glass completely.
"Why are you so angry, Quinn?" Santana dared, hoping she could get the girl to open up in the midst of her destruction of the already severely damaged vehicle.
"Why the hell do you think, Lopez?" Quinn shot back, moving on to the back window of the car.
"I don't know Q, wanna enlighten me?" Santana yelled over the sound of the bat smashing more glass.
"Try having your girlfriend cheat on you and blame it on the fact that you're graduating, and tell me how you'd feel. Like, what the fuck?" with each word, the bat wielding blonde took her anger out on a different part of the car. Santana could tell the blonde was pissed. She hardly ever swore like that.
"And then offer to forgive her and let it go, only for her to throw it back in your face because with him it's EASIER." Quinn continued angrily.
Santana wasn't at all surprised to hear Sugar had been unfaithful, especially with Artie. But she still hurt for her best friend. She could feel the anger and sadness her friend had coming off in waves. "Just let it all out, Quinn." Santana encouraged.
Soon, Quinn was standing on the hood of the wrecked car, smashing in the roof. The sounds of the bat coming down against the car echoed throughout the yard, alongside the grunt Quinn let out every time she went in for another hit.
It was another couple minutes before the girl had finally worn herself out, dropping the bat and sitting down next to where Santana had made herself comfortable sitting against her own car. "Why do you have a bat in your trunk?"
"In case I gotta go all Lima Heights on somebody." Santana grinned. "How do you feel?"
"Better." Quinn replied, giving her a small smile and Santana could tell it was genuine. "Thank you, San. I really needed this. "
"It's what I'm here for. I come here sometimes when I need to hit something but not go to jail for it" Santana joked. They sat in silence for a few minutes, Santana allowing Quinn to catch her breath.
"So, you want to tell me what that was all about?" Santana questioned.
"Wasn't there something you wanted to talk to me about?" Quinn tried.
"It can wait." Santana pressed.
"Sugar cheated on me with Artie." Quinn responded, flatly.
"I gathered." Santana responded, to which Quinn rolled her eyes.
"When I asked her why," Quinn continued, "she said that she was scared because I would be going off to college and she would still be here and if we stayed together she'd be heartbroken about the distance and it be hard not seeing each other. What sucks is that I get it. It's not something I never thought about. I don't like what she did, but I understand it. I understand why she'd rather be with him. But that doesn't make it hurt any less." she finished, bowing her head.
"Quinn" Santana started, "there's no reason you should ever come second to anyone."
"Kurt, I need some advice." Rachel informed her best friend as he made his way to their table, caramel macchiato in hand.
"You bought me coffee, I figured you wanted something," he teased good naturedly.
"I'm in love with Quinn." She blurted out.
"Well, you just get right to the point, don't ya?" Kurt replied, unfazed. "So who do you want me to kill?" he continued sarcastically.
"Kurt seriously. I'm in love with her, and now that she and Sugar are over, I finally have a chance. I just need help on how to go about it."
"Wait, before we get ahead of ourselves, how does she feel about you? I'd hate to send you into a mess of unrequited love. It's the absolute worse." The boy said bitterly.
"I'm not entirely sure. I think that she could feel something for me. She always protected me from her friends and other kids at McKinley, she joined glee club, she stopped me from marrying Finn." Rachel listed off, "And yesterday when she drove me home, I swear she was flirting with me."
"Those are all pretty legit reasons," Kurt replied, sipping his coffee.
"Not to mention, she let me keep her hoodie."
The well primped boy's eyebrows shot up at that. "Her hoodie? My my, Rachel Berry, that's a big step. I think we got something to work with here."
"You think so?" Rachel asked, hopeful.
"Yup. Question: What exactly do you need my help with, though?"
"Well, Quinn loves you. I figured you could do a little friendly spying, you know, keep an eye on her so I can know exactly what will work in order to court her."
"Correction, Quinn loves Blaine. She tolerates me by association. I don't think she's ever really forgiven me for the whole 'signing back-up for Artie while he serenaded her girlfriend' thing. I mean, how am I supposed to pass up an opportunity to showcase my immense talent?" The boy asked rhetorically. "Anyway, if you want to breech 'Quinn's Bubble' so to speak, Blaine's the man you want to talk to."
"That really was an awful thing to do, Kurt" Rachel responded. The boy only shrugged. "But do you think Blaine would be of assistance to me?"
"Sure, why not? Blaine loves love." Kurt replied, waiving her off.
Rachel felt giddy at the prospects of finally having her chance to be with Quinn.
Kurt watched Rachel over the top of his coffee. The girl seemed to be in a love-filled daze.
"Ahh, I can't keep quiet anymore." Kurt blurted out, "that look on your face is too much for me to resist."
"What?" Rachel questioned, voicing her confusion.
"Okay, please don't repeat what I'm about to tell you. I promised Blaine I wouldn't tell anyone, but you're my best friend, so it's only fair."
"I promise I won't." Rachel replied hurriedly, anxious to hear what the boy was meant to keep from her.
"Okay, so Blaine told me that he heard from Tina who was with Mercedes last night that Santana was at her house looking for her own advice." Kurt whispered, eyebrows raising at the end.
Rachel was still confused. That wasn't even remotely relevant to her. "Okay?"
"Advice about Quinn." The boy elaborated.
Rachel still wasn't catching on. "She was probably concerned about the whole Sinn breakup." She reasoned.
Kurt grew frustrated. "Rachel! Santana is in love with Quinn, too."
Well shit. THIS was a disaster.
"Pack up and leave everything, don't you see what I can bring?"
-Sam Smith