CHAPTER THREE: BETRAYAL

Practise was hell for Quinn. Her mind was still stuck on Mike and how she never really got to apologise to him. She had to say sorry for what she did. Wait, what was she thinking? Quinn Fabray doesn't apologise to anybody, but, Mike... Mike was different, Mike was nice, Mike was mature... everything every other guy wasn't. No. No. She didn't like him. Especially not in that way. She had Puck, whom she loved. And he loved her. Her and Puck were going to be happy together, married, forever, like everybody expected them to be, and nobody was going to change that.

After Cheerios practise was over, Santana walked up to Quinn with her signature arm fold.

"Hey Quinn, is it okay if I come to your house later?"

"Um, sure," Quinn responded quietly. "Any particular reason?"

"Can't I hang out with my girl?"

"Alright, six?"

"Sure," and with her face lighting up, she went. Quinn then headed straight for her car, attempting to avoid contact with anybody on the squad until she could handle her feelings herself. As she sat in the car alone, she looked out of the view a head of her.

"Breathe." She told herself. "Just breathe. It's all gonna blow over soon, Quinn." As Quinn started the car, she turned on the radio.

Whenever I'm alone with you,

You make me feel like I am young again,

Whenever I'm alone with you,

You make me feel like I am fun again.

Immediately she thought of Mike and everything he made her feel so good. She didn't feel like she needed to hold up a reputation when she was with him, she didn't feel forced to be in the same room as him, secretly, she felt so comfortable just by looking at him. She drove and drove, holding on to these golden moments of alone time to think. Ding! Came her phone. It was a text. From Puck. Crap. 'Wanna go c a movie 2nite?' the text read. No, I wanna be with Mike. She thought. 'Sorry, cant, San's coming over.' Came her reply. At least one good thing came out of the whole Santana coming over her house issue.

As she came to her driveway, Quinn walked straight up to her house and then ran to her bedroom, closing the door behind her, logging straight on to Facebook. She saw Mike's name with a little green circle on the right of it. Almost immediately, she clicked him.

'hey' she wrote.

'hi there' he wrote back.

'sorry about earlier... I was gonna apologise but Santana came'

'dw about it :) How are you?'

'I'm good,' she was so relieved that he was okay with it. 'and thank you for what you did, really saved my ass lol'

'lol np.' And without another thought, came a knock on the door. Crap. Quinn thought. It's 6:01, Santana's never on time! The blonde cheerleader, still in her uniform quickly ran downstairs to open the door for the Hispanic girl.

"Hey, San," Quinn tried her best to put on her fake smile and tone to pretend that she was actually delighted with the fact that Santana came over.

"Hey Quinny, you okay?" Santana asked, still standing outside.

"Yeah, I'm okay, yourself honey?" Santana's smile remained the same as her eyes moved around her so that Quinn could understand.

"Yes... may I come in?"

"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry, yeah sure!" Quinn quickly moved aside as Santana walked in. As the girls walked up to Quinn's bedroom, Santana lay straight on the bed.

"Gosh, practise was murderous! Do you think Coach Sylvester's ever gonna give us a break?" Santana said, staring at the ceiling.

"Aha, doubt it, not unless we win her another national trophy" Quinn added in a few gestures to add to her humorous tone. Santana returned a little laugh to Quinn. "God knows why I chose to become a cheerleader."

"Um, hello?" Santana shot up. "Once you're a cheerleader you immediately get on top of the social ladder, it's how things work out."

"Guess so," Quinn remarked. "Want a soda?"

"Ah, yes please," Santana's over the top smile was apparent. As Quinn walked out of the room, the area became much more silent. Pop! came Quinn's computer. Santana walked to it and saw that Quinn got a Facebook message, from Mike Chang. "What?" she whispered. The intrusive cheerio put her delicate hand on the mouse and fiercely looked at Mike's message.

'wanna meet up again some time? x" Santana's eyebrows raised. Meeting up, again! The 'x'? She read through the rest of the not so big but oh so detailed conversation and couldn't believe what she could see. As she heard Quinn walk up the stairs, Santana quickly lay down, reading a magazine on blondes.

"Blondes weekly? Really Santana?" asked Quinn jokingly, completely unaware of what had just happened.

"Ha, I just got bored," Santana's fake tone was evident again. "Ooh, coke, thanks girl." As the girls took a sip into their drinks, Santana watched the computer, waiting for another message from Mike. Pop! it came again. Crap. Quinn thought as she saw the message from Mike. She quickly logged out and turned on YouTube, putting on some Zac Efron interview.

"Oh God, he looks so hot in this interview, don't you think?" she said, her head moved a little too close to the screen.

"Yeah..." the sides of Santana's mouth rose a little, then her sharp eyes came into play.

AUTHOR NOTE: This is the chapter that I have enjoyed writing the most. I really like writing for Quinn and Mike, especially within the context that I have chosen, and as this chapter is what sets a slight turning point to the plot, I can't wait to share the rest of it with you.

Reviews would be very appreicated! (: