Santana was devastated. She really was, she'd tried so goddamn hard, but it just wasn't good enough. It was never good enough for her. She was angry at herself, at Brittany, at Sam, at Kurt, Rachel and even the damn pigeon that sits on her windowsill every day. She'd tried to get Brittany back, she'd even gone back to Lima, but no. It wasn't enough. And now as she stood on the stage, looking out at the empty auditorium she shook her head in defeat. There was nothing more she could do.

She took a seat on the edge of the stage her legs hanging off the edge as she took a breath and began to sing slowly.

'Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now'

She looked around, listening to her voice as it filled the room, she smiled sadly and continued.

'Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down

'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name,

It all just sounds like oooooh…

Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize

That I should have bought you flowers

And held your hand

Should have gave you all my hours'

Someone had crept into the room, and was sitting at the back, her face hidden in the shadows.

'When I had the chance

Take you to every party

'Cause all you wanted to do was dance

Now my baby's dancing But she's dancing with another man'

She thought she was alone as she sang, so she carried on, as usual giving everything she had to the song. A powerful voice joined in, the harmony floating through the air and making Santana smile when she recognised the voice.

'I hope he buys you flowers

I hope he holds your hand

Give you all his hours

When he has the chance

Take you to every party

'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance

Do all the things I should have done When I was your man

Do all the things I should have done

When I was your man'

"You know, Wheezy, we always did sound great together." Santana said, standing back up on the stage, and peering into the shadows, wincing against the harsh light.

"That we did. Look Santana I know you hate Sam now..." Mercedes chuckled slowly making her way towards the other girl, her heels clicking as she walked.

"I don't hate him, I'm just... disappointed in him is all. I thought that you and him were y'know. Doing your thing." She shrugged meeting her at the stairs and giving her a quick hug.

"We were, but after I went to LA, it was just too hard. It's not that neither of us could be trusted to remain faithful, it's just that we weren't seeing each other as much as we should have, we just couldn't hack it. So we broke up. It was for the best."

Santana chuckled bitterly. "I know what that's like."

"Anyway, my point is, we all want comfort, and that's all that Sam is to Britt. We all know it."

"Yeah right. She doesn't want me anymore. What else can I do? I tried."

"Oh Santana Lopez, you shut your mouth right now." Mercedes said, frowning at the latina, and causing the usually mouthy girl to stand stunned, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"Wha-"

"You know she wants you back, but you're being dumb about it. You girls have been through a lot together, and you will continue to until you get your act together. The Santana Lopez that I know would not be moping around feeling sorry for herself, she would be getting her girl back. And I know just how to help you."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Santana smiled.

"Yes, I am. Santana. It's time to reform the Troubletones." She replied with a smirk.