7.
Santana's locker door slammed closed suddenly, causing her to jump involuntarily. She turned to her left to regard her angry best friend. "What the hell, Q?" she demanded, gesturing with the lip gloss she had been applying in her locker mirror.
"Why would you tell anyone, Santana?" Quinn fired, half-stepping in Santana's direction and looking about the same as she had during their catfight a few years ago.
Santana recapped her gloss and tucked it into her bag before giving her best friend her full attention. "Okay. First of all? You needs to chill the fuck out, Fabray. Secondly, what the hell are you on about?"
Quinn stepped forward again, so that she was right in Santana's face. "Don't play games with me, Santana, we're getting a little too old for that, don't you think? Just tell me why the hell you told Finn about-" Quinn cut off, looking around the hallway at the spectators who all looked hungry for a fight. She looked back to the Latina and grabbed her wrist roughly.
They marched down the hallway, Quinn dragging Santana by the wrist, until they reached the choir room. Quinn slammed the door behind them, and promptly locked it before spinning back to the other Cheerio. She crossed her arms over her chest in her best HBIC stance.
"Why did you tell Finn about my feelings for Rachel?" Quinn demanded.
"And, yet again, what- the hell- are you talking about, Fabray?" Santana demanded, no amount of anger or venom in her voice. "Why would you even think that I would tell Finnept about that? You think I don't get why you wanna keep it a secret, Q? Reality check! I've been in your shoes, and I wouldn't do to my worst enemy what Hudson did to me, let alone my best friend."
Quinn took a horrified step back, noting the sincerity in Santana's tone. She had known Santana since the summer before freshman year, and she knew when Santana was lying. Right now, Santana wasn't lying, and that suddenly made things even worse.
"You didn't tell him," Quinn stated in a strained voice, eyes glassy and still wide with horror.
"Duh!" Santana snapped in response. "That's what I've been trying to tell you, Blondie. Don't look so shocked." The Latina huffed and tried to walk past Quinn to exit the room, but Quinn caught her wrist an stopped her. "What now?"
Regarding Santana with large gold-green eyes, Quinn answered, "San, if you didn't tell Finn. . . then who did?"
Santana's mouth dropped open. "Oh shit."
Quinn nodded numbly in response.
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