A/N: The trilogy is officially done so this is what I have left before I walk away from fanfic for a long while. Stopping at chapter 25. Let's enjoy this time that we have left...yea?

Good...glad that you agree. Thank you for all the awesome reviews and if there was confusion...I hope to clear it up soon.

Santana's POV...this is a darker chapter...maybe?

You'll tell me.

Anyway,

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No Room For Doubt (Lianne La Havas)

I got into Julliard! :D-Britt Britt

Amazing, B!-San

Call me later?-Britt Britt

You got it!-San

Sweet!-Britt Britt

Britt was super excited and so was I.

I mean after Britt failed to graduate last year, I was pretty sure that when she did manage to graduate...college wouldn't be an option for her.

I know...horrible...right?

Now though...she would be headed to New York.

My heart was feeling light and full of both admiration and pride.

I sat there on the edge of the bed with Quinn's cold ass feet touching my bare back and smiled to myself.

We were in that stage where everything was adorable.

Thankfully.

I looked over my shoulder at her and could see that me moving hadn't waken her up and so I decided to take this opportunity to call Britt.

Of course though, Quinn was ever observant, even in sleep.

As I opened the bedroom door, I heard her clear her throat.

Maybe she wasn't as knocked out as I had thought that she was.

When I looked back she was rubbing the crust from her eyes and climbing off the bed.

"Is everything okay?" She mumbled as she stood there stretching.

I smiled as I watched her move as if Sue was watching.

Once a Cheerio, always a Cheerio.

I walked back over to her and rested my hand on her shoulder before dropping a kiss on her cheek.

"I'm fine, Q. Everything is okay. I was just going to make coffee and call Britt."

"Oh."

Something crossed her face that resembled jealousy but she quickly put on a mask of indifference.

I think she forgets how long and how well, I know her.

No matter how much time passed, I knew that Q would always compare herself to Britt.

Obviously, I wasn't helping matters.

She needed to remember who she was to me.

And so I tossed my phone on the bed and then brought my other hand around her waist.

She was looking past me as I pulled her body against me.

But I didn't let that stop me.

Her heart was sinking and I couldn't let that happen.

"How about you and I shower...then we can call her together...she has exciting news."

Quinn looked up at me and gave me a small smile.

She saw my effort and just from the look in her eyes...I could see that she appreciated it.

But that didn't wipe away her doubts.

"Um...are you sure? I don't want to bothe-"

I put my finger to her lips and shook my head.

"Don't. I'm yours...you're all I need."

"Okay."

"Say it."

She looked up at me and bit her lip.

I used my thumb to pull her poor, tortured lip from between her teeth and then smiled at her.

"Say it, Q."

She gave me a small smile and then let out a harsh breath.

"I'm all that you need."

"Say it again...with feeling."

She sighed and gave a cocky smile before repeating herself.

"I'm all that you need."

"Good...now, go get naked and all wet, while I go put the coffee on!"

I didn't wait for her response as I turned away.

But that didn't stop her from tossing a pillow at my ass.

Things were still in a delicate place between us and it took all of the patience that I possessed, for me to make things okay...but I was trying.

Really fucking hard...and when I could make her smile and goof around like this...I knew that it was starting to work.

Thankfully.

The conversation with Britt turned out to be pretty fun.

In a very strange way.

Britt and Quinn spent most of the time talking about all the fun things that she could do in New York and how she should definitely come and spend the summer with us.

Neither one of them bothered to ask me how I felt about any of it.

If they had...things wouldn't have gotten so far.

But of course...I was outnumbered.

I wasn't sure how I felt about their plans but they both seemed pretty excited about them, so I didn't complain, at least not until we hung up the phone.

And when I did finally complain...it wasn't even immediately.

Maybe that was part of the problem.

Quinn went off and met with her school advisor while I cleaned the house and thought about everything.

And obviously, since I was all alone for those few hours...my mind kept going over the conversation until I had analyzed it from every possible angle.

Papi says that I get that from him...that I have the disposition of a surgeon...

And now that I had cleaned everything to pristine condition and planned out every detail of the conversation that I was about to have...

I was starting to agree with him.

I had even decided to go out to the beach so that it would be a more casual conversation...

But you know how people make plans and God laughs?

Yea...I'm pretty sure that he had a bucket of popcorn and was fucking hysterical at this point!

We were lounging on the beach later that afternoon...

Quinn had her head on my lap with her lips pressed against my stomach as I looked at the big ocean.

Things were calm.

But they didn't stay that way.

The water crashed against the sand and the rocks and I couldn't help but take deep calming breaths.

The darkness was there under the surface...and so was the anger...but I was trying to control them.

Was I making a big deal out of everything?

Had my thoughts driven me crazy?

I kept trying my best to remember how much I loved her.

I tried to ignore how Quinn never does anything spontaneously...not after being spontaneous got her pregnant...twice.

All of my questions and doubts clouded my judgement and my mind.

Everything that followed was just one mistake after another.

"Q?"

"Hmm?" She said before kissing my stomach for the hundredth time.

"What was up with you inviting Britt for the summer?"

"What do you mean?"

Another kiss.

It was like she was trying to distract me.

And I couldn't let that happen...I needed answers or I was going to fucking lose my mind.

So I nudged her head until she sat up.

Our thighs touched as she faced me with her face looking so fucking calm.

"Okay...enough. I know you, Q. I know that you are up to something. Give up the tapes. I don't like all of this deceptive shit...spill."

I crossed my arms over my chest and cocked my eyebrow, all tough and shit and in the next moment.

She just smiled and pulled her glasses from her face.

And just like that...my resolve completely crumbled and I dropped my arms.

Ladies and gentlemen...I present to you, the reason that I never made it to captain of the Cheerios with Quinn around.

Bitch.

"A threesome? You can't be serious."

Quinn looked at me with her lip between her teeth again.

"I was considering it...just so you could get over her."

"I AM over her."

"You're not."

"Fuck you, Quinn Fabray."

"See what I mean...if you were...you wouldn't be getting so upset."

And then my hand went flying...right across her cheek.

She gasped and looked at me with watery eyes.

Fuck!

I stood to my feet immediately and walked away from her...I wasn't sure how much further my temper would get but I didn't want to be that type of girlfriend.

The abusive kind.

Straddling the fine line between sparring frenemies to girlfriends was harder than we had both realized.

Things that used to be acceptable were no longer good ways to fight.

This was a new low for me...

As friends, she would have slapped me back and we would have been done...but right now...as I storm away from her...I can tell that she isn't following.

This was bad.

How was I supposed to fix this?

I was gripping the edge of the counter and resting my head against the cabinet as I took deep breaths.

My anger was coursing through me like poison and it had pushed me to the brink of being abusive.

Shit...I was already there.

The door swung open and then there were heavy footsteps towards the bedroom...and then the door slammed.

She was pissed.

"Fuck." I muttered as I took a step back and tried to breathe.

My hand traveled to my chest as my breaths came out rushed and shallow.

A panic attack.

Just fucking great!

I dropped to my knees and counted backwards from twenty and then backwards from thirty...and then fourty...and finally...halfway through the counting...my breathing slowed down.

A sob broke from me as I fell apart on the kitchen floor.

My fists pounded against the hardwood and I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The darkness had taken over.

Just my luck.

How did I get here?

And how the fuck was I supposed to fix this?

A/N: Okay...I'm done being dark...well almost...Quinn has words...trust me! :) I'll be back super soon with another chapter...promise! ;)