Several hours after an "eventful" night, the train pulled back into Penn Station, just after 2a.m., and right on schedule. Thankfully everything went according to plan if not better than I had originally expected it to. Well, all aside from a slight hiccup with Quinn having contacted Rachel. I really should have expected that after our little chitchat earlier. I wasn't exactly subtle about fishing out information from her.

Kurt had called me just as Finn and I arrived in New Haven. He needed to inform me that Rachel was questioning my whereabouts after a phone call she had received from a very upset Quinn. Like I requested, he told her that I was out with Jess, and would most likely be spending the night with her. He also told Rachel that he "talked me out of it," to reassure the worrying Rachel and Quinn that I wasn't going to "do anything." I hate lying to them like this, but I have to do what I have to do…

So needless to say, I also had to cover my ass and fill Jess in on the impending situation. Seeing as I couldn't return home tonight, I asked Jess if it would be alright if I crashed at her place after I arrived back in New York. She said she didn't have classes until tomorrow evening, so it wouldn't be a problem. She even volunteered to pick me and Finn up outside the station and give us a ride back to her place; wherever the hell that is. I didn't even know she owned a car... I'm sure she's going to badger me to fill her in on all the juicy details. Can't-fucking-wait… I vaguely told her that I had to take care of something for a friend when she asked what the hell I was doing in Connecticut. She's completely clueless and I'm sure she's going to make every effort to remedy that tonight.

This is going to be interesting.

Let's hope she doesn't think I'm a fucking psycho or something.

Finn and I exited the desolate platform and headed up towards the exit. It felt nice to stretch out again. It had been a long day. Although, I have to say it was a very productive day. Beating the shit out of some scumbag is always a nice way to end an evening. He had it coming… and I doubt he'll ever go after Quinn or any other woman ever again. Nobody touches my girl and gets away with it. Wow, I really need to stop thinking of her that way.

I'm so hopeless.

I pulled out my phone from my right coat pocket and began texting Jess. I had no idea what her car looked like and I didn't even know if she was outside yet. Our time of arrival was very tentative and she had shown up late the first and only time we met up somewhere, which was last night. Heh, I almost forgot that I've only known this girl for two days... I should probably inform Finn on that little detail if he ends up staying the night too; seeing as he can't go back to his Hostel since it's way past curfew. He really should just tell Rachel that he's in New York and stay at the apartment with us.

Train just let out and we're headed out front. You here yet? What kind of car are we looking for? If it's one of those smart cars, I'm walking.

I sent her the text and my message tone went off not even a minute later. Well that was quick…

Look for the car with the really sexy blonde chick in it ;) No seriously though, I'm already out here. It's a 12' black Range Rover. Oh and I'm double parked out front with the engine running, so get your asses out here already! I mean that in the nicest way possible. :)

Jesus, you renting that thing?

Oh just wait until you see where I live. ;)

Wanky…

"So, where exactly do you live?" I said as I opened the front passenger side door after throwing my duffle bag into the back seat next to Finn, who I had just introduced to the blonde.

"Wouldn't you like to know…" Jess wiggled her brows and was giving me a smug grin. I sat down on the black leather seat and began putting on my seat-belt. After my seat-belt clicked into place, Jess immediately put the car into drive and floored the gas. Damn, that's kind of hot…

Oh my fucking god.

She has heated seats.

I could sooo get used to this.

"Do you mind if I play with this?" I asked Jess as I began running my hand over the screen in the dashboard, admiring the technology and looking for some music to play.

"You can play with whatever you want sweetheart," Jess said suggestively and turned her head from the road to give me a wink before giggling.

"Oh, Har-har…" I drawled before settling on a Sirius XM station and Nicki Minaj's "Beautiful Sinner" came on. I felt Finn knee my seat from behind and saw him shifting awkwardly when I glanced in my side mirror to see what the hell he was doing. He was clearly uncomfortable. Hmmm… I think I'm going to have a little fun with this while I have the chance.

"So, does that mean Finn can join us in your bedroom tonight?" I winked at Jess and gestured my head towards the back seat before winking again. She nodded at me, acknowledging my idea.

"Only if he thinks he can handle us," Jess responded as she began breaking for the red light. Her face was completely straight and she turned her head back to wink at Finn once the car came to a full stop. "Or, he could just watch us. I do enjoy having an audience." She added before turning to look at me, both of us fighting off the urge to burst out into laughter. I looked in the mirror again to see Finn's face turning fire red blush and his mouth wide open. It almost looked like he was drooling, poor guy. I turned back to Jess and we both started laughing.

"Seriously? I bet you two think that you're just hilarious, don't you?" He huffed and turned his gaze to look at the street out his window.

"Awwww, we're just fucking with you dough boy. Couldn't resist. It's just too easy. Besides, we both know I've already been there and that it's like trying to sedate a walrus while it's giving birth." I chuckled and then pouted to Finn, reaching my arm back as I turned in my seat to gently pat his leg. "So like, why are you staying in some crack-head infested Hostel anyways? And please don't tell me that it's because of the accommodations." I rolled my eyes and waited for him to respond.

"Santana… can we just not talk about this right now?" He sounded defeated and he looked down at his lap, purposefully avoiding eye contact.

"I don't see what the big deal is. I mean, your girl's been lonely as fuck, and I'm sure she's been thinking about you. I really think you should just tell her you're here. What's the worst that could happen?"

"What's the worst that could happen? She could reject me! I don't feel like being rejected again. We slept together in the hotel after Mr. Schue's wedding reception, and she left the room while I was still sleeping. She didn't even say goodbye…" Finn shook his head after he finished and looked out the window.

Ouch.

Rachel already told me about their encounter, because when she had the pregnancy scare she thought it might be his. She even admitted that she wanted it to be his, not Brody's. So I know for a fact that she loves him. You'd have to be a fucking moron to not pick up on the chemistry between those two. But damn Rach, shag and bail… that is fucking cold. She didn't mention that part of her "story," then again, why would she? Hell, even Quinn had the decency to stay with me after her and I fucked that night.

God did she ever stay with me.

Seriously, who the hell cuddles like that after sex if it's just them experimenting? I don't understand that girl, not one fucking bit. I can't read her to save my life. Even the phone calls from the past couple days… I feel like I'm getting all these mixed signals. That… or I'm probably just reading way too much into her every word. Ugh… whatever. This isn't about me right now anyways. I need to get through to Finn and let him know that Rachel won't reject him; I just can't mention the whole pregnancy thing.

It's ridiculous how many secrets are circulating between everyone right now. I thought hiding in the closet was bad...

"Listen Finn… Rachel and I are like besties now and even though it made me want to shove a pitchfork in my ears, she told me all about your sexcapades-"

"Rachel?!" Jess interrupted me, sounding shocked to hear the Brunettes name.

"Yeah, sorry to break it to you… but Finn's like her Kismet soul-mate or some other equally vomit-inducing sentimental bullshit like that."

"Oh," Jess responded and I detected a hint of disappointment in her tone. I turned my head back to Finn and noticed the perplexed look on his face at Jess's reaction.

"So anyways, likes' I was sayin'. Rach totes loves you. Let's just say that she's been through a whole lot of really intense shit the past couple of months; she even cried herself to sleep a few nights. And I know for a fact that more than one of those occasions had something to do with you. Brody was just a warm body for her; a very plastic warm body. I'm pretty sure he was a mannequin… Point is, she misses you, and she needs you. So be a fucking man about it already and step the hell up. She's not going to reject you, trust me. She's got some auditions coming up this week, and if you were there with her I'm sure she'd be all walking on sunshine and rainbows. So get yourself together and tell her you're here."

Finn's face contorted several times as I spoke. He looked like he was about to interrupt me and tell me to shut up, but he didn't. Now that I finished he just looked like a lost puppy who couldn't find its way home.

"Let's say that you're right. I tell Rachel I'm here. Everything's all fine and dandy and I move in with her. I go to school here in the city and we try and make it work. What if I drag her down and keep her from becoming something so unbelievably special. What if I end up becoming the reason she doesn't get her name hung up in big lights on Broadway," He finally managed to speak up and got all preachy like he does when he thinks he knows everything. God, do I hate that. He just doesn't get it does he?

"-Are you fucking serious right now? Listen up, and listen good. Ever since senior year all anyone has ever heard from you is how you're not good enough for Rachel, or how she needs to do this on her own because I'll get in the way. Save it man-boobs. You're just scared and you couldn't be more wrong. Every time you push her away… you two somehow always gravitate back to each-other. Call it fate or call it stupidity, I don't fucking care. You two both need each other. And she needs you more than you need her. Just being there for each other is all that you have to do. Whether you're off being a grease-stained Lima loser, getting blown up in the Middle East, or here with her in New York… you need to be there for her if you sincerely do want to be with her forever. You pushing her away just means that you can't be there for her when she needs you the most. So if you're here with her in New York… it makes everything a hell of a lot easier, don't ch'ya think? And stop with all this white-picket fence bullshit. It'll happen when it's time."

I waved my hand out in front of his dazed and dumbfounded face and waited for him to snap back to reality and respond.

"Now you just let that sink in real good," I turned back around in my seat to face the road and turned the volume on the radio all the way up. You know what? I don't even want to hear his response. He'll just have to grow a pair and make his own god-damn decision. I'm done.

Jess cleared her throat at the awkwardness that was now very apparent. She drove only a few more blocks before we pulled out front of a very tall and very expensive looking apartment building. Jess shut off the engine after parallel parking in an empty space out front. She decided to change the previous subject and break the unbearable silence we now sat in.

"I live on East 68th Street off the corner of 5th avenue," She said as she pointed towards a street sign that I couldn't even read. But holy fuck… Wait a minute, isn't this right near…? Is that…? Hot damn!

"So, you live… across the street from Central Park. How can you even afford this place? You fuck Donald Trump or something?" I furrowed my eyebrows at her. This was a pleasant surprise. I certainly knew how ridiculously expensive rent was anywhere in Manhattan, but at a location like this? Whether she owns it or not, she has to be loaded…

"Mmmm. well," She widened her eyes and sarcastically laughed to herself. "This is generally an explanation I like to avoid having to explain, but I'll keep it short… and if you try and turn this into an 'I'm so sorry for you' conversation, you can sleep on a park bench with the serial killers tonight, got it?"

Damn, that was pretty intense. Alright, what the flying fuck is the big deal Jess? I nodded with a bemused expression.

"Um, basically… My parents died in this really horrific car accident about 6 years ago. They were very wealthy and also had an extremely generous insurance policy, so to keep it short, my brother and I were both very well taken care of as a result."

"Oh," Oops. I didn't mean to touch on a sore subject. Fuck! "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, Shit…" I smacked my forehead with my right hand. What the hell am I supposed to say?

"It's fine," She grunted in frustration. "It's fine. Don't even think about it. That was years ago, I'm in a much better place in my life now so let's just enjoy the night." She said as she opened her door and got out of the car; shutting the door once she was done talking. I suppose Finn and I should get out and join her…

"Smooth," Finn chuckled as he opened his door, taking my bag out with him.

Yeah, that would be me.

After walking through a swanky lobby and riding up nineteen floors in the elevator, we finally reached Jess' apartment at the end of a long corridor. She flipped a switch on the wall to the right of the door and stepped inside; gesturing for me and Finn to follow her. Finn shut the door behind us after we entered and I turned around to meet his grin with a similar expression.

Just as I thought…

"Wanky."

"This looks like something out of one of those magazines Kurt reads," Finn responded to me, still grinning. The two of us were just standing in front of the door looking around Jess' apartment like a couple of tourists seeing Times Square for the first time.

"Well don't just stand there! Come in and make yourselves comfortable. If you need to use the bathroom just go right in through there." Jess pointed towards a mahogany two-panel door that was just off to the right of us. Finn nodded and handed me my bag before going into the bathroom. I heard him say what sounded like holy shit after he shut the door. I chuckled and walked with my bag over towards Jess, remembering what was now inside after I had changed in New Haven.

"So you wouldn't happen to have like… a washer and dryer in this place would you?"

She nodded.

"Why, you shit your pants when you realized where I live?" She amused herself as she walked me through the open room and then down a hallway with 4 doors, two of which I already knew were bedrooms. She slid open the door in front of us and revealed the stacked machines.

"I doubt you'll be able to figure out how to use this devil-device… It took me like two weeks to figure it out. I even had to call maintenance up, because I broke it. So if you want you can just give me your stuff and I'll put it up for you. I can also get some clothes for you to change into after; I think were about the same size… I might even have some clothes left from my ex for Finn too." She rolled her eyes at the last statement.

Heh, here comes the part where she's going to start asking questions. I wasn't exactly planning on washing what I was wearing. I unzipped my bag and held up what I wanted to have washed. Jess' expression was priceless.

"Alright, so I know we haven't known each other that long, and I can already tell you're somewhat kinky," She laughed at me and then returned her very confused and partially frightened focus on what I was holding up. "But, why the hell do you have a Cheerleader uniform… with blood stains all over it?" She whispered and leaned forward as she reached her right arm up and delicately pushed some of the hair away from her face.

"Like you said. I'm into some really kinky shit," I shrugged but she didn't look pleased with my response. I rolled my eyes. "Look, just throw this in the machine and I'll tell you-"

"-What happened? What is this from?" She whispered and I couldn't help but laugh at how freaked out she looked right now. She took my uniform and examined it as if she were looking at a piece of evidence from a crime scene investigation.

"Is this yours?" She asked as she rotated it in her grip.

She jumped up and let out a mild scream as Finn lurched out from behind her in the hallway.

"That would be the blood from Santana's latest murder victim. Didn't she tell you what she does for a living?" Finn said sarcastically as he set his right hand down on the blondes shoulder, trying to calm down the girl who looked like she was about to have a panic attack. I think maybe, just maybe… I should tell her the truth so she doesn't go into cardiac arrest. Plus, I think part of her might actually believe Finn right now. This is fucking hilarious…

"Not quite," I looked at Finn and then back to Jess. "Actually, It's from this guy in New Haven that we fucked up pretty good tonight."

She let out a gasp and placed her free hand over her heart. "Am I an accomplice to this now? Like, your get-a-way driver or something? Why the hell did you guys go to Connecticut to beat some guy up like this? I seriously think you need to explain yourselves. I don't…. I can't get involved with something like this…" She was shaking her head as well as the uniform she held out in front of her as she whispered.

Alright, Finn and I really need to stop laughing now because she's probably beginning to think we're crazed homicidal maniacs.

"Okay, okay. It's seriously nothing like that. You remember that phone call Rachel got the other night while you were in the room with me because I hit my head?" Finn stopped laughing and gave me a confused look.

"Huh? What's going on here?" Finn looked so lost right now. He knew most of the details, but he didn't know everything.

"Oh my god, Quinn! I understand now!" Jess shouted as if she had an epiphany. I could almost see a little light-bulb appear over her head. And… How does she know about Quinn exactly?

"Wait, what? How do you know-" My mouth dropped at Jess mentioning her name. What the fuck? How does she know? We all had confused and shocked expressions at this point.

"I'm so lost right now." Finn said as he watched Jess and I go back and forth. He crossed his arms and waited for one of us to speak. Jess and I were looking at each other intently.

"Shit! This does have something to do with Quinn, right?" Jess asked me hopefully and held back a painful expression on her face as she bit her lip. I nodded at her.

"Still not answering my question, how do you know blondie? I've never mentioned her to you before. You creepin' on me or something… did Rachel tell you?" I crossed my arms, mimicking Finn's expression. Jess began applying stain remover to my clothes as she desperately thought of an appropriate response.

"Yeah… Yes, Rachel told me about what happened last night. I don't know if you remember me saying goodbye to her before I left and we spoke for a while?" I nodded for her to continue. "-I had to try and calm her down so she was alright to take care of you. She was pretty worked up about it, and I don't blame her really… I don't blame you either, now that I understand what this was about." She stated and gestured towards the washing machine she had just put my uniform into.

"Let's go sit down and talk about this somewhere a little more comfortable. I'm sure you two would like to get off of your feet." She exhaled as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she could finally relax.

She walked past me and back into the living room. Finn and I followed her and entered the room with large floor to ceiling windows that showcased the park illuminated by the backdrop of city lights. It was remarkable. Sure as the hell beats the view at our apartment. The best thing I'd usually see when I looked out my window was some homeless guy pissing on someone's stoop...

"Can I get you guys anything to drink?" Jess asked as she walked behind the black granite island and into her elaborate kitchen. "A glass of wine?" She asked as she lifted up a bottle she had just pulled out from a built in wine-fridge.

"Sure." Finn responded

"Sounds good." I added and smiled at the idea of a drink to relax. I was getting tired, but something to help take the edge off would be really nice…

"Great." She said as she popped the cork. She pulled three wine glasses out from one of the see-through cabinets behind her and walked over towards the living room.

Her furniture was all white and modern chic. After getting to know her I could say that it was very Jess. The apartment also had an industrial flare to it, with exposed beams and pipes. Even the gray subway tile floor added to the overall look. She had an extremely large television that sat above a stainless steel and black fireplace. She made her way over to us and sat down on the giant white ottoman in front of me. That thing looked like it could sit at least eight people comfortably.

"You have a really nice place." Finn said as Jess handed him a glass full of red wine.

"Thank you. Just don't get any of that on the couch or Santana will have to help me hide the body." Jess said jokingly and began pouring another glass. She handed me the glass once she was done pouring and I took a sip before setting it down on the black end table to my right.

"Oh my fuck, that is sooo good…"

"That's what she said!" Jess said as she stood up. "I'll be right back. I'm going to go see what I have for you guys to change into. Oh, Finn, I think I might have some men's stuff for you to where if you'd like?"

"That would be fantastic. Thank you." Finn responded casually with a smile.

"Yeah, she likes to dress up as a man sometimes. It's a dirty little fetish of hers; you should see the giant purple strap-"

"-Santana! She's kidding! They're my ex's... He just moved out a couple of weeks ago and left some of his things behind." Jess interrupted me with wide eyes after she realized where I was going with that one. Finn looked a little relieved and shook his head at me before he started laughing. Jess left the room and headed down the hallway, disappearing out of view.

"What? Just keepin' it real. You never know, she could totally be into that. After all, she was into Berry last night." I said smugly and winked at him before I took a sip from my wine glass. Finn gave me a dirty look.

"Relax, I'm just fucking with you again. You really are too easy," I narrowed my eyes at him and chuckled. "Although, she does have the hots for your girl… I wouldn't worry about it too much though. I set her straight last night- no pun intended."

"You know… You may have convinced me to speak to Rachel, but I'm not so sure about moving into the apartment with you Santana. You scare me sometimes." Finn smirked at me in contempt.

"Awww, thank you! That means a lot to me." I responded with mock enthusiasm and fanned my face with my free hand. Jess returned in the room, arms full of clothing. She called Finn over and handed him some black flannel pajamas and gestured towards one of the bedrooms for him to change. After she finished directing him she walked over to me. She handed me a red chemise which looked appropriate enough to wear in front of present company. She told me I could change in her bedroom and I left for her room. I decided to "investigate" her bedroom; it took a little longer than it should have for me to leave the room.

When I returned, her and Finn had the TV on and were both sprawled out and laughing on the couch. I rolled my eyes and walked past them into the kitchen; sitting down at one of the white bar stools at the island.

I decided to check my phone for any messages or missed calls. After I unlocked my phone… I saw her picture. I still hadn't the heart to change it quite yet, despite how many times I've chastised myself into doing so.

"She's beautiful, is that her?" Jess suddenly appeared to my right and sat down at the bar stool next to me. She rested her chin in her right hand as she leaned on the counter and looked up at me. I nodded and handed her my phone. Here comes the interrogation. Am I going to need a lawyer for this?

Jess was staring at the picture of me and Quinn with a pleased look on her face. Her eyes shifted from over the phone at me to back down at the screen several times, a grin slowly developing on her face as she did so.

"Do you love her?" She asked me seriously as she slid the phone across the counter towards me.

Fuck.

I'm sorry. What? Way to beat around the bush Jess. I did kind of impulsively say 'I love you' to Quinn on the phone earlier. I mean, I feel like I do, like I might... I'm just too confused about it though. I haven't seen her in so long; it's hard to tell what I'm feeling exactly.

"Honestly?" I looked at the picture before I continued. "I'm not sure." Finn was laughing obnoxiously at the television as I answered Jess.

"Hmmm... Well, why did you go to New Haven tonight? Was it to see her?" Jess asked me. She sounded prepared to ask questions and somewhat inquisitive.

"You know why I went there, and I didn't even attempt to see her." I said in a matter-of-fact tone. She knows what I did out there… now. Where is she going with this?

"Endearing, yes… but that's not what brought you out there. You did that for a reason. What was the reason Santana?" She gave me that signature smile of hers I was getting used to seeing. It was a half-smile that exposed only her upper two front teeth and put dimples in her cheeks. It was the smile that said everything. It said she saw past all my bullshit and understood me. It said that I wasn't going to be hiding anything from her.

"Look, I know. Our relationship is really fucked up and complicated though. And I'm terrified of feeling this way." I swallowed the lump in my throat at my admission and checked to make sure Finn wasn't listening. That would be all I needed right now…

"I'm all ears. We can go into my room for the night if you'd like talk about this in private? I'm sure Finn can take care of himself. He is a big boy after all..." She said and smirked at me after glancing at Finn who was doubled over himself laughing at some ridiculous cartoon on Adult Swim.

"Yeah, that sounds like a brilliant idea." I rolled my eyes at Finn and got up off the stool, starting towards the hallway. I stopped about half way and crossed my arms as I waited for Jess to follow me.

"Night Finn, we're heading to bed for the night. Santana's really tired. I'll be up around 10:00 tomorrow to make breakfast for us. So, I'll see you then? Just make sure you shut everything off before you go to sleep."

"Yeah, sure thing," He smiled at her. "Hey, thanks for letting us crash here tonight. I really appreciate it. This place is really cool." Finn genuinely thanked Jess and she nodded before she turned around and started down the hall towards her room. I was about to say Goodnight to Finn when he made an extremely crude gesture directed at me. He made the "V" shape or "peace sign" with his right hand and brought it up to his lips before he began licking the empty space between his two fingers. I grabbed the frilly red decorative pillow from the chair next to me and threw it at him while simultaneously glaring and walking down the hallway.

He's like that annoying little brother that I never had, and never wanted. At least he's got my back though. I'd thank him right now, but we already had a heartfelt conversation about all that shit on the train earlier. I can't let him think I've gone all soft or something…

"Goodnight Santana!" I heard Finn call out, sounding pleased with himself.

I shut the French doors behind me after I entered the room and searched for the blonde everywhere, including the bathroom. Where the fuck...?

"I'm out here." I heard her laughing from afar. What the fuck, can she read my thoughts or something? Creeper... I walked towards the frosted-glass door that was left ajar at the end of her room, where the distant voice seemed to have come out from. Jess stood out on a balcony that had two very comfortable looking white chairs. The balcony overlooked the city skyline. There's that breathtaking view again…

"Have a seat lover-girl." Jess handed me a very heavy throw blanket after I sat down in the lounge chair to the right of the door. I put my feet up on the footstool.

Now this I could get used to…

"You know, I think I might have to re-consider moving in here if you're still looking for a roommate." I said as I rolled over to face Jess and snuggled into my seat. This is perfect…

"Oh yeah… And what would your girlfriend have to say about that?" she drolled and smirked at me as she mirrored my position in the chair on the opposite side of the door. The wind was brisk, but I was warm and completely content out here. I shrugged at her before responding.

"She's not exactly my girlfriend. I'm not even sure if she'd ever be willing to herald that title." I broke eye contact with Jess and looked down in dismay at the reality of my own words.

"And why not? Anything's possible..." Jess said hopefully, despite my gloomy state.

"Jess, she's doesn't like women. I mean, we fucked, but I was just her college experiment." Well, it seems somewhat more complicated than that, but I'm going to have my moment and play this as aloof as possible.

"Hmmm," Jess reached her index finger up to her lips and tapped in thought for a moment before speaking again. "You shouldn't be so hard on her, that's how I started. I consider myself pansexual I guess. I'm not really into labels, but… If you think there might be something there, I'd go with your instinct. You're better off trying to figure this thing out than giving up… and never knowing if it could have been something. You can't understand what she feels unless you ask her." Jess made a very good point. I hate it when other people are right about this kind of stuff.

"It's just… It's weird. We went to high school together. We've been best friends for years, frenemies who sabotaged and slapped each other, and now… this. It was always me, her, and our other friend Brittany, who also just so happened to be my first love. Actually, to be honest… that's still kind of fresh. We broke up a few months ago and the only reason I'm still not miserably heartbroken and hung up on her is 'cause of… Quinn. And I don't even know how to make sense of that relationship… or if I should even make anything out of it at all."

"The past is a ghost – the future a dream – and all we ever have is now." Jess spoke like she was some stuffy philosophy professor.

"Who said that?" I asked. Jess snorted and chuckled at me.

"Um, Bill Cosby." She smiled after she spoke.

"Wow, real poignant Jess." I rolled my eyes at her.

"Shut-up! You loved it, and you know it."She smiled at me before she continued on. "Anyways, the point is… you can't control anything other than what you're dealing with at this very moment. So don't bring any doubts from your past or fears from the future into the now."

I shrugged and closed my eyes. I was starting to get sleepy, but I was certainly allowing Jess to enlighten me. I would take any advice I could get at this point, and she wasn't doing such a terrible job either. Brittany is my past, and I don't know what's going to be in my future; but I need to find out what these feelings for Quinn mean. Maybe there was something there, or could be… I just hope I don't make a fool of myself in the process of finding out.

"Penny for your thoughts," Jess said softly, breaking my train of thought.

"You're right." I said with my eyes closed.

"I know, I'm always right. Well, as long as it has nothing to do with my love life," Jess chastised herself. "But that's a conversation for a different night."

"Yeah, you really do need some help with your game." I partially opened my eyes and looked at her with a smile.

"Oh, you noticed?" Jess said sarcastically. "I'll make a deal with you. You help me work on my… game, and I'll help you figure out what it is exactly that you want out of this thing between you and Quinn. Does that sound fair?"

"That sounds perfect." I mumbled as I let my eyes fall shut again and felt as though I was beginning to fade away.

"Promise?" Jess asked, her voice sounding distant, even though she was still right there.

"Promise." I responded with a half smirk. I felt like I was starting to fall asleep. I wonder if I should get up and go inside... Fuck it; I'm way too comfortable and somnolent to move right now.

Mmmm…

"So, I'll ask you again, do you love her?"

I do…

"We'll talk about this more tomorrow. Goodnight Santana."

Goodnight…

A/N: Just a few quick notes to add here. Please trust my judgement in skipping the "fight" scene. :) I know a lot of you were really looking forward to it. I just thought that it might be better to hear about it from Quinn's perspective, so hint hint. ;) Also, this is Santana; I'm writing Glee's somewhat crazy version of her, and because of her character it just makes sense that she would want the guy to know who she is and humiliate him given all the circumstances. He can't go to the police about whatever she did to him because of what happened with Quinn, he'd be giving himself away in the process. Santana knows this. So there's also that. You'll find out more when you read about it later on. :) I actually agree with Quinn and Rachel on this whole situation, but Santana is a hard one to tame.