Writer's Note- This is kind of a long chapter, but I feel like you guys are awesome so I needed to give you a long update lol I really hope you like it, please don't be shy about reviews. Enjoy! :) Love you all.
Running wasn't something Jade Price liked to do. It wasn't that she was lazy, or slow. She was actually pretty fast, but she just didn't like doing it. Especially not when six or seven NYPD officers were chasing after her.
"Puckerman, if we get out of this I swear I'm gonna' slap you", she said.
"God, leave it to you to pick a fight with me when we're running our asses off, to get away from the cops! And don't say if we get outta' this, there is no if. We will get out of this...look out!"
A police cruiser had jammed on the breaks about four feet in front of them. Puck turned and made it around the back of the car, but Jade didn't see it in time, and ended up sliding across the hood. Luckily, she landed on her feet, and caught back up with Puck.
"Okay, that was Effing cool", she said, out of breath.
"Almost home free, come on...hurry!"
"Hurry, says the D-bag who's making me run with my face covered...", she said, under her breath.
A few minutes later, they were speeding down the ally that led to the back of their building. As soon as they got to a door, Puck started to fumble through his pockets. Whatever he was looking for, was obviously not there."Fuck!"
"Did you loose the key", asked Jade, in shock.
"No, I just can't find it!"
"Holy balls...I am seriously like five seconds away from slapping your face!"
"Jade shut up, I'm trying, I'm trying!"
As the sirens got closer, and closer, Jade got more and more antsy. She then made a simple realization.
"Oh, wait!"
She took her shoe off, and sure enough the key was sitting inside of it.
"You gotta' be fucking kidding me, gimme that", snapped Puck, and she did. Once they were inside, they shut the door, and collapsed onto the ground. They both took the bandanna's off of their faces, and sat leaning against each other, pretty much hyperventilating.
"Where...the ...Hell...are we again", asked Jade, through her deep breathes.
"In the...main storage room...".
"Oh...it...smells like...feet down here...can we...please not...be here anymore?"
Puck laughed.
"Yeah...come on lets go upstairs."
Five minutes later they were riding the elevator up to their apartment.
"Well, that was a close one...", said Puck.
"Dude, close isn't the word. I think we need to cool it with this for a while", said Jade.
"No, come on! Why", argued Puck.
"Okay, you need to put your obsession with pissing off the law, away for the time being, and really think about this rationally. They've started cleaning up our messes the morning after, which means they're catching on. I'm not saying we have to stop, but we do need to just chill with it for a little while, okay?"
"Fine", said Puck. Jade couldn't help but smile. He sounded like a little boy that just got told he had to come in the house for dinner. Anyone who knew Noah Puckerman well, knew that he loved his mischief.
"You have to admit though, that one is probably our best work", he laughed.
"I know, right? The thing is, if we wouldn't have taken so long, we wouldn't have been seen."
"True, but it was worth it...so worth it."
When they opened to the door to the apartment, they were met with the very angry eyes of Rachel Berry. They knew they were in for it.
"Crap", said Jade.
"Hey Fun Size", said Puck, happily.
"Don't you Hey me Noah Puckerman...where in the Hell have you two been", she asked, crossing her arms across her chest.
"I left my phone at the bar earlier, we had to go get it...", stated Jade, but it had come out more like a question.
Rachel reached into her hoodie pocket, and pulled Jade's phone, as well as Puck's out.
"Try again."
"Calm down, Rach", said Puck, rolling his eyes.
"Screw you! It's seven o'clock, I haven't heard from either of you since four o'clock this afternoon! I try to call you both, your phones are sitting in your bedrooms! Now, you come in, looking messy as all Hell, dressed like friggen snipers, and you want me to calm down? No! No way, tell me where you were!"
Neither Puck or Jade said a word, they just looked at each other than back at Rachel.
"Okay fine, you choose to do it this way, let's just get it over with", said Rachel, as she walked over to Jade, and looked right at her. Jade's facial expression went from worried, to scared.
"Moist."
"Stop it", whined Jade, covering her ears.
"Moist!"
Without any hesitation, Jade removed her backpack, unzipped it, and dumped the contents of it onto the floor. Six can's of black spray paint.
"Oh my God...really Jade", asked Puck."Just like that, huh?"
"You know I can't stand that word...", she said, shaking her head.
"Noah, your turn", said Rachel, calmly. So calmly, that it was creepy.
Puck rolled his eyes, and took his backpack off. He unzipped it, turned in upside down, and six more cans of spray paint fell out.
"I knew it!"
"Rachel...".
"No, I did! The very first time one of his billboards was vandalized, I said to myself...Noah probably did it, or at the very least had something to do with it...I knew that! But, Jade...well I can honestly say I'm surprised. What were you guys thinking?"
"Oh Gee I dunno' Fun Size...maybe that he's a piece of shit that doesn't deserve a damn thing that he has...? Yup, I'm pretty sure that's what I was thinking...how about you Jade?"
But, Jade wasn't saying a word, she was looking down at the floor, as if she was about to be grounded.
"Jade...", said Rachel.
"I'm sorry Rea Rea...but don't be mad...we didn't just do a black X this time...you're gonna' laugh at this, I promise...", she said, trying to cheer Rachel up.
"I don't care! This is dangerous, what happens if you're caught?"
It was a good thing neither of them had an answer, because somebody had knocked on the door.
"I mean, Noah...you've already gotten into trouble for harassing him once, and almost ended up in jail", said Rachel, as she pushed passed them and opened the door. Quinn and Santana were standing there, but Rachel didn't even bother saying anything to them, she just continued scolding Puck and Jade like they were her own children."The fact that you are further pushing your chances at ending up in prison because of him, well that is just unacceptable, and you know it!"
"Um...what the Hell is going on", asked Santana, as her and Quinn walked inside. Rachel just shut the door, and again, continued to ramble on.
"Not that I don't appreciate this, but it's really not worth the trouble you will both be in, if you get caught."
Jade and Puck just nodded their heads.
"Did we come at bad time", asked Quinn.
"Nope, these two just don't use their brains, that's all."
"Awe come on", said Puck.
Jonah opened his bedroom door, and his and Mercedes came rushing out.
"You guys, get over here and check this out", said Jonah, as she grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. The group by the door, filed over into the living room, and looked at the TV. All you could see was a vandalized billboard of Jesse St. James. The spray paint depicted a foot kicking him in between the legs, and a painful expression on his face. The words "Jesse St. YOUR MOM" had been sprayed over the top of where his name had been printed, and a news anchor was talking.
"It seems the, Jesse St. James Hate Club, has struck again, by tagging yet another one of his promotional billboards. We've just received this footage, not twenty minutes ago, two people dressed in all black were seen climbing down from this building, and fleeing from some of New York's finest. The two taggers have still not been found, and as far as we know, there hasn't been any evidence to lead the police to the them. Whoever they are, they obviously have a grudge against the newly discovered Broadway star, this being the fourteenth time one of his billboards has been vandalized."
As soon as the reporter was done speaking, all eyes were on Puck and Jade.
"Oh, no way...", said Quinn, trying not to laugh.
"Yes way, it was these two", said Rachel laughing.
"See, you totally think it's funny! Don't even try to deny it", said Puck, pointing at Rachel.
Rachel just laughed harder and shook her head.
"Wait a second...", said Santana, looking at what Puck and Jade were wearing."You guys just did that?"
"It's been them the whole time...they did all of them", laughed Jonah.
"Well done, guys. For real...well done", said Mercedes.
"Jonah, and Mercedes, did you both know it was them the whole time", asked Rachel.
"Mhm, but we couldn't tell you girl, you just would have stopped them", said Mercedes.
"Oh my God...", laughed Rachel. "Jesse St. Your Mom...I mean if that isn't Jade's work...".
They all started laughing harder, as Jade took off her black hoodie.
"Wow, suddenly you just got a whole lot cuter, Screamo", said Santana, with a smirk on her face. Jade just giggled, and looked away from the Latina.
Not too long after that, Rachel, Quinn, Santana, and Mercedes were all sitting in Rachel's room. Puck and Jade had gone to shower, and change.
"Rach, you can't be mad at them...that ass hole deserves to have his shit destroyed, and you know it. Come on", said Mercedes.
"Seriously, that is the funniest shit ever, they should totally keep doing it. Hell, I might join them", laughed Santana.
"I never said it wasn't funny, I just wish those two would think before they act, that's all", defended Rachel.
"They did say they were planning on stopping for a while, so it's fine now. Don't stress about it", said Quinn. They were all piled onto Rachel's huge bed, but Santana stood up and, started slowly walking around, observing.
"Damn, Rachel. I have to admit, I fully expected to see nothing but Barbara Streisand, and gold stars all over this room. Clearly, I was wrong...", she said, looking at her band posters, and other non-Rachel type things. Rachel just shrugged.
"Yeah Santana, our girl has changed a lot...", said Mercedes.
"No shit...", said Santana, opening Rachel's closet.
"Santana...get out of there", warned Quinn.
"It's alright, she can look", said Rachel, laughing a little.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in", yelled Rachel.
Jonah opened the door, and poked his head inside.
"Mercedes...ready to go, beautiful", he asked.
"Mhm, let's do it, baby", she answered, standing from the bed.
"Where are you two off to", asked Quinn.
"Smashed. He's got work to do, I'm gonna' go keep him company", said Mercedes."You guys have a good night."
"Okay, Jonah don't forget to add Quinn and Santana to the performer list", said Rachel.
"Yeah, I remember, don't worry. See you ladies later", said Jonah, and him and Mercedes were gone.
"It's funny, this is the most I've ever heard him speak. Ever", said Quinn.
"Lima had that effect on people", said Rachel.
"Didn't have that effect on you...if got paid to talk...", laughed Santana.
"Awe, shut up...", laughed the smaller girl.
Santana, who was still rooting through Rachel's closet, grabbed a familiar piece of clothing.
"Check it out...", she said, laughing. She held up a short, plaid skirt.
"You do still have one", said Quinn. Rachel just shook her head, and smiled.
"Put it on", said Santana, waving it at her.
"No. No way...forget it. I like the clothes Jade picks for me", said Rachel.
"She picks your clothes", asked Quinn.
"Well, only because I ask her too. To be honest, I think she'd prefer that I went back to my old clothing as well."
"Speaking of Jade...", said Santana, as she put the skirt back, and closed the closet door. "What's her deal...I mean, does she talk about me ever?"
"Are you kidding me", laughed Quinn.
"No, it's hard to tell if she's into me", defended Santana.
"You're always pulling her away into another room, and you guys spend hours alone with each other. You really don't know if she likes you", asked Quinn.
"It's not what you're thinking...the most we've done in that capacity is kiss. She won't go any farther than that...trust me...I've tried...".
"Good luck with that", said Rachel,as if she knew something.
"What", asked Santana.
"You have to take it easy with her, that's all I'm saying."
Santana was somewhat disappointed, but she nodded.
"This is weird to me. I'm still surprised that you're chasing after her at all...but knowing that you aren't getting laid and still crushing on her, now that's strange", said Quinn. She was smiling, but she was serious about it.
"She's cute...", said Santana.
"That's not the only reason you like her", said Rachel.
"No, it's not...but...I mean...",she trailed off.
"Awe...are we embarrassing you", laughed Quinn. She knew Santana hated when people called her out on things, and teased her about it. But, as her best friend, she just couldn't resist.
"Screw you", said Santana, as the bedroom door opened. Jade poked her head in. She was once again, wearing nothing but a black towel, and here long black hair was wet, and sticking to her face. Santana's jaw dropped, and she just stared. Her eyes damn near popped out of her head. As if it wasn't bad enough they were just talking about what she wasn't getting from Jade anytime soon. She just had to walk in like that. Quinn and Rachel stared laughing.
"Umm...did I miss something", asked Jade, cluelessly.
"Not at all", said Rachel. sarcastically.
"Oh...okay. San...wanna' come in my room?"
"I'm sure she does...", said Quinn. That's when Santana snapped out of it, and punched Quinn in the arm.
"Ouch...take it easy...", she laughed.
Santana got up headed for the door, and hastily pushed Jade out.
"These two are being bitches, lets go", she said. Jade was confused but she followed Santana, and shut Rachel's door behind her.
"She used to get like that around Brittany too, so I know how she feels. It's almost too easy to tell with her", said Quinn, as she leaned back on elbows. Rachel, who was sitting Indian style across from Quinn, leaned forward a bit.
"What ever happened with that, are they still friends", she asked.
"Yes and no. I catch Santana going through photos of them together, or crying looking at a picture of Brit. She doesn't know that I know she does it, so I keep my mouth shut. Last I heard, she was back with Artie, and they were living happily ever after in Los Angeles somewhere. She must be pretty busy, because I don't hear from her as often as I used to", said Quinn Sadly.
"Me either, but then I again...I didn't make much of an effort towards keeping in touch with very many people."
"Something tells me that wasn't your choice...", said Quinn. She frowned a little, because once again, Rachel wasn't making eye contact.
Look at me, damn it...I love those eyes...
"Yeah, Jesse kind of hated when I talked to people from home. So, I made it a point not to."
Quinn studied the smaller girl's behavior. Looking down, fidgeting with her hands, and she swore she was trembling just a little.
"Rach...".
She still wouldn't look up. Quinn pushed herself up, and sat facing Rachel. She slowly reached down, grabbed her hands, and held them. As if that was the magic gesture, Rachel started talking.
"He said he loved me...everyday he said it, but it felt so much like he hated me more than anything. Like hurting me was what he needed to do in order to survive."
"What were the drugs he started doing?"
"Cocaine...".
"Well, not that it's an excuse for his actions, because it's not at all. But, that probably played a huge part in how much a dick he became. You know, don't you?"
"Yeah...I figured. It's just...I used to love his eyes, so much...I used to love staring into them. I always saw so much love, so much intensity...it was almost addicting. But...that changed", cried Rachel.
"How", asked Quinn, softly.
"Like...the night after I found all that stuff...", she said, thinking back to it.
She had been sitting on the couch all day. Doing nothing. She had woken up, taken a shower, and sat on the couch. Staring at the floor, crying and wondering what the Hell she was going to do. Was it real? Had Jesse really knocked her out the night before, or was it just a horrible nightmare...
Once Jesse had gotten home, he walked into the room, and smiled at her as if nothing had happened the night before. Terrified, Rachel smiled back, but it was weak half hearted smile.
"What's your problem now", he snapped.
"No-nothing...nothing, I don't have a problem, Jesse."
"Why are you giving me dirty looks", he asked, walking closer. Rachel didn't dare say a word, she just looked away.
"No, no no look at me when I'm talking to you, and answer my fucking question. What was that look for?"
"I...I...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to, I'm sorry", she said, tears rolling down her face.
"Stand up", he ordered.
She started to get up, but apparently, it wasn't fast enough, because Jesse had grabbed her by the arm, and slammed her onto the ground. Her face was pressing into the hard wood floor, and she could feel his body pressing down on her.
"Please, Jesse...please stop...you're hurting me...", she cried.
"I'm hurting you? How about now, does it hurt now", he growled, bending her arm across her back. It hurt so bad she thought for sure it was broken.
"Oh..God...", she cried out.
"God can't help you now", he laughed. Still holding her arm back, he used his other hand to grab her by the hair, and pull her head up.
"Ow...ow...".
"Don't you ever disrespect me like this, ever again. When I get home, and you give me looks like that, how the fuck do you think it makes me feel, huh?"
There was really only one word Rachel could think of to describe the tone of her boyfriend's voice at the moment.
Frightening.
"I'm...s-sorry...I'm sorry." She was crying hard, she could barely see straight. He let go of her hair, got up and yanked her from the ground. He grabbed her by both shoulders and looked directly into her eyes.
"I love you so much, I really do but you're pissing me off", he said. All she could see in his eyes was hate. Something she had never seen in his eyes until that very second. She just stared back at him, whimpering, and trembling. After a minute of staring, his facial expression softened, and he smiled. It was probably the creepiest thing Rachel had ever witnessed in her life.
"Now...", he said calmly, still holding her very tightly."I want you to calm down, pull yourself together, and make some cookies. I have to meet my agents wife tonight, and I think it would be polite for us to bring something. Pick something nice to wear, not one of your slutty little school girl skirts. Rachel didn't respond, not a word, not a nod, nothing. And, just like that, he was furious again.
"Answer me", he yelled, slapping her across the face, hard.
"Okay...okay, I'm sorry, yes...I'll bake c-cookies...and a-and I won't dress like a slut...", she cried.
"Good girl...", he said. He kissed her roughly, on the lips, before letting her go, and walking towards the bedroom.
Back in Rachel's room, Quinn sat there, listening to Rachel cry about Jesse and his disgusting violent tendencies. She couldn't stop the tears that were rolling down her face. All she could picture in her mind was poor, tiny Rachel being grabbed, and thrown on the floor. Having her arm bent in a way that it wasn't meant to be bent. Having her hair pulled.
How could he do that? God, he could have crushed her being on top of her like that...
As she listened to Rachel cry, and talk more, the image of Jesse slapping her replayed in her mind over, and over and over again. Every time she pictured it, she wanted to find him, and kick his sorry ass, that much more. More tears fell from her eyes, as she tightened her grasp on Rachel's hands.
"I...really loved him, Quinn."
"I know you did, sweetie. But, what he did to you, that wasn't him loving you back. That was him taking out whatever frustrations he had, on you. It's bullshit, you didn't deserve that...", said Quinn, her voice breaking."It's not your fault, you know that right? Please...please Rachel...tell me you know that."
Rachel just nodded, and continued to cry.
"Come here",said Quinn, pulling her close. She wrapped her arms around her, and held her. She knew she couldn't just magically cure Rachel's broken heart. Taking her pain away wasn't going to be easy, but she had to do something. Anything. She knew the answer though. When you have a girl like Rachel Berry crying into you, there is really only one thing you can do to make her happy.
Sing.
She thought of the perfect song, wiped some of her own tears away, and started to sing, softly.
Quinn-
Laying alone with the history that made you,
Cold and uncertain inside.
Well careful now, deep breaths,
The water's still rising.
But your silver linings inside.
When you, you feel like you're breaking down,
And you, your body's just giving in,
And you, you can't go on broken like this any longer.
Close your eyes, don't you cry,
Let the sorrow within you subside.
Don't despair, have no fear,
Give your way to me when you hear this lullaby.
Lullaby, lullaby.
Rachel responded to the song, by shifting her body so that she was sitting in Quinn's lap. She kept her face buried into her shoulder, and continued to cry softly.
You say all seems so wrong with the life that you're living,
You're searching for some reason why.
You're so scared to trust, you're feeling unworthy,
Aching for comfort tonight.
When your heart's too sore to beat,
And you, you fear it might never heal,
And you, you feel not even beggars want you.
I do.
Quinn took one hand, and lightly grabbed Rachel's chin, forcing the girl to look right at her. Their eyes locked, and Quinn suddenly let even more tears fall. Rachel was finally looking into her eyes, for the first time since she'd gotten there that day. It made her feel something that she herself, didn't even understand.
Close your eyes, don't you cry,
Let the sorrow within you subside.
Don't despair, have no fear,
Give your way to me when you hear this lullaby.
Lullaby.
Close your eyes,
Don't you cry.
When the song was finished, there was not a sound. They just stayed as they were, staring at each other. Rachel had stopped crying, and her heart was beating so fast, she was sure Quinn knew. She slowly moved her head forward, and rested her forehead on Quinn's.
Quinn was seemed very calm, considering the position they were in at the moment. But, what Rachel didn't know is that the blond's mind wouldn't stop.
God, help me. I wanna' kiss her...I wanna kiss her so bad. I can't. I won't.
Rachel moved her face closer, and closer to Quinn's, and stopped just as their lips were about to touch.
"Quinn...kiss me...", she whispered. "Please...".
It sounded almost desperate.
Just as Quinn was about to make her move, there was a knock on the door. The girls scrabbled around, trying to seperate themselves, as the door opened, and Puck appeared.
"Okay, you know what? I don't even wanna' know. I just wanted to know if you guys were hungry...", he said.
"Um...yeah, I haven't eaten since Orientation this morning actually", said Quinn.
"Let me guess, Noah. You want me to order from my place", asked Rachel, laughing a little.
"Yes please", he said with a huge smile on his place.
"Uh-huh, I thought so. I'm on it."
"Yes! Thank you my favorite little Fun Size Jew...oh, please get mashed potatoes, I'll love you forever...".
"I planned on it, Noah."
"Wow Puck, I didn't realize how much a little kid you turn into when you want food...I dunno' if that's a real good trait to have", laughed Quinn.
"Awe, shut up", he said, before walking way. But he didn't shut the door. It was as if by him leaving it open, he let the awkward creep into the room like a big, black rain cloud. Neither Quinn, or Rachel could think of one thing to say. Quinn was kicking herself, mentally.
Why the fuck didn't I just do it...why did I hesitate?
"Well", said Rachel, standing from the bed."I should probably order. Anything special you would like?"
"Um...that soup with the bacon in it", she answered, with a small smiled. Rachel giggled a little as she grabbed her phone, and dialed.
Mean while, across the hall in Jade's room, Santana was laying comfortably on the bed, watching as Jade pulled a black band t-shirt over her head. She smiled. Jade noticed she was being stared at, but she didn't acknowledge it. Santana's stomach started making noises.
"Jesus...", she groaned.
"Somebody must be hungry", laughed Jade.
"I'm friggen starving...that orientation this morning took forever. I wanted to kill somebody. There was this guy sitting next to me, and I swear the whole three hours was him trying really hard to get my phone number."
Jade shook her head and laughed, as she grabbed a brush, and sat down on the bed.
"I mean, you think telling a person to Fuck Off a few dozen times would get them to leave you the Hell alone, but this guy was just retarded."
"Well, you have that effect on people. You're...beautiful...", said Jade, quietly. She was looking down. Santana smirked, and sat up.
"Thank you. I'd tell you the same but, I can never see your face long enough to tell you anything."
Jade just giggled a little.
"Look at me...", said Santana, calmly. Jade did look up, but her hair was covering most of her face. Santana reached forward, and brushed it out of the way.
"That's better...hi beautiful", she said, softly.
A very shy smile found it's way onto Jade's face. Santana leaned in, and started kissing her.
Fifteen minutes after Rachel had ordered food, she left with Jade to go pick it up. Santana and Quinn, stayed behind with Puck. They were sitting in the living room.
"So Baby Mama...what was that I walked in on earlier?"
"What?"
"You and Rach...were you guys making out?"
Out of all the things that bothered Quinn about Puck, how perverted he was sometimes bothered her the most. She just rolled her eyes, and shook her head.
"No, I'm not asking like...I mean, that's not I was asking", he stuttered.
"Yeah, okay...", laughed Santana.
"No, really. That isn't why I'm asking. I dunno' what's going on between you two. I get that your trying to be friends or whatever, but what I saw when I walked in her room...".
"Were you guys hooking up", asked Santana, who was suddenly more interested.
"No,nothing happened."
"Was it about to?"
"Why do you care so much, Puck?"
"Because, she's been in a great mood since her and Jade came back from your place last night. Been a while since I've seen her like that, ya' know?"
"Really?"
Puck nodded his head.
"What about Jade", asked Santana.
"What about her?"
"She wants to know if she's had any effect on her, when she knows damn well that she has", explained Quinn, laughing a little.
"Oh, yeah she likes you a lot. She has since high school, but she's scared of you. Always has been", laughed Puck.
"I kinda' figured she was."
"But, you know I'd take it easy with her, that's just a warning", said Puck.
"Oh my God, why is everybody saying that", snapped Santana.
"Everybody who?"
"Rachel told her the same thing a little while ago", said Quinn.
"Oh...well there's nothing wrong with her or anything, you just have to take it slow with her...and certain things...get me?"
"Yeah, yeah I get it", breathed Santana, slumping down in her seat.
"Alright, good. Now, back to Quinn...were you gonna' kiss Rachel?"
"Stop it...", warned Quinn.
"Oh my God, Q out with it already! It's not like we don't already know! You have feelings for the little dwarf, old news! Just admit it", said Santana, half laughing.
Quinn didn't say anything, she just looked away and shook her head.
"It's not a big deal, Quinn", said Puck.
"Yes it is", she cried, wiping some tears away.
"Why are you crying", asked Santana.
"Because, I'm not a lesbian San, I'm just not. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with being one, but I'm not one. And, yeah I have all these weird feelings for her, but I really don't understand why. It just doesn't make any fucking sense!"
"Okay, so maybe you're bisexual...like Brit...", said Santana.
"Yeah, and like Jade...she's Bi", said Puck, shrugging his shoulders.
"Obviously Rachel might be too, so don't get so upset, calm down", said Santana.
"Everybody has their own way of dealing with things, alright? So just...let me figure this out...this is all very confusing for me", said Quinn.
"Okay. Sorry", said Puck.
"I'll back off, but you have to say it out loud", said Santana.
"Oh my God...stop it!"
"Just fucking say it!"
"Fine! I'm in love with Rachel! Happy now?"
"Yup", said Santana with a huge smile on her."I'm ecstatic."
She was looking towards the apartment entrance. Rachel was standing there staring at Quinn, with her mouth wide open.
The song Quinn sang is called "Lullaby" By: Emmy Rossum.