The next day at school, Quinn didn't talk to Santana at all. During lunch after they all sat at their usual table, she noticed the blonde walk by again. Santana couldn't help but watch as the girl looked for a place to sit. She debated to herself whether or not to call for her to sit with them. As she was getting ready to grab the girl's attention, Puck guided her to sit with him and the Cheerios. Letting out an aggravated sigh, Santana got up and walked out of the lunch room. "You know Santana, you're going to have to grow some balls and talk to her if you want to get to know her," Santana looked up and noticed that Quinn had followed her out.

"Hard to get those when just looking at her I get all nervous and my palms sweat and it feels like my stomach does turns. I don't know Quinn. What if she's not even gay? What if she looks at me and laughs when I try to get to know her?"

"Santana fucking Lopez is scared of talking to a girl? What the hell is this? Write it in the history books!" Quinn giggled. "Look Santana, I'm sorry about yesterday. I myself am crushing on a girl and it was aggravating me. I think you should take a chance. What would it hurt?"

"It's okay Q. So who is this girl? Do you really think so?"

"Don't laugh okay?" Santana nodded her head. "It's Rachel. We've been talking and hanging a lot lately and I don't know it just seems to be heading that way, and yes I do."

"I'm happy for you Q. So you think I should just talk to her after school? I'm supposed to have practice with my vocal coach in the auditorium after school. I may drop by your house after so we can discuss this thing you have with Rachel."

Santana got up and walked towards her classroom. When she was sitting in the hallway talking to Quinn, she saw Brittany pass by. She walked by the entrance to the auditorium and heard a nice mix of classical and hip hop music playing. She peeked in and saw the blonde dancing. Mesmerizing, Santana thought as she opened the door to the auditorium and walked in. She slowly made her way down towards the stage.

The blonde looked up and stopped. "Uhh, hi?" She said trying to get the attention of the stranger who walked into the room.

Santana didn't realize she'd been spotted. She looked around nervously. "I'm sorry. I can go."

"Please don't I like performing for people," the dancer started dancing again, this time with no music.

After dancing for a minute, she climbed off of the stage and sat down next to Santana. She'd noticed the girl in the hallways before but never really noticed how beautiful she was until now. "Brittany," she said offering out her hand.

"S-Santana," The Latina replied nervously, grabbing the girl's hand.

"Nice to meet you. I actually know who you are. You're quite a hot topic around this school. Noah seems to like talking about you quite a bit. Though I don't understand why he has to call you mean names all of the time. If only he knew that every girl he wants to sleep with wasn't into cock." Santana looked at her.

"Yeah, he's such a dickhead," She replied still confused.

"So Ms. Santana, do you have class or are you skipping like a bad ass?"

"I should be in English right now but I don't feel like it," Santana got a cocky tone.

"Well I'm off to gym, and if I heard you talking to your friend correctly, I'll see you this afternoon."

Santana was confused. Had the blonde been somewhere close listening in on her and Quinn? She shook it off and went to class, continuing through the day until the final bell. "Hey San, are you still coming over after vocal practice?" Quinn asked her.

"Yeah, I don't know what time I'll be there though."

"That's fine 'cause someone may be there when you get there," Quinn smiled and walked out to her car.

What the fuck is she up to, Santana thought to herself. She walked into the auditorium and stared up at the stage. Brittany stood there alongside Santana's vocal coach, Mr. Schuester. "Ahh, Santana you finally made it. I'd like you to meet Brittany, her dad is a close friend of mine and he's doing a showcase for his dancers where you will be singing while Brittany dances to your song."

Santana looked at Brittany who had a shy smile on her face. "So this means I have to bond doesn't it?" Santana put on her badass face to cover up her excitement.

"Yes and I know you generally hate people, but get over it. You're going to be singing and she's going to be dancing. Which is why we aren't doing vocal drills today. I have a date with Ms. Pillsbury and you two are going to work this out between you." He walked off of the stage and out of the auditorium.

Instead of songs and dance moves the girls spend this time just sitting on the stage talking to each other. "So Santana, why does everyone have to be mean to you?"

Really that's the first question you have to ask me? "Well when I was a sophomore I was really popular. I was a Cheerio, I was always asked to make an appearance at every party to make it look cool. But when a certain doughboy wanted to score points with the in crowd, he outted me along with his girlfriend at the time Quinn and now we are no longer HBIC's but instead called Lima Losers everyday along with getting slushies thrown in our faces." Santana winced when she mentioned the slushies.

Brittany couldn't help but have a sad look on her face. She didn't understand why people had to be so mean. "You're tough though, I've heard what you did to the kid who ruined your shirt. Can't you just do more shit like that?"

"No, I put on a tough act so people won't fuck with me, but it broke my heart to hear he had to go to the Emergency Room to have his hand removed from his balls."

"Well, why put on the tough act? It seems people are still going to be mean to you."

"I don't know. It just makes me feel better."

The tone in Santana's voice made Brittany feel she should drop the subject. "Well I have to go home and get ready. I got set up on a blind date tonight," Brittany walked out of the auditorium.

Santana soon followed. She decided to go on to Quinn's house. While she was walking the ten minute walk from the school, Finn and Puck drove by. Santana could tell by the sound of Finn's obnoxious laughter coming from the cab. The truck stopped beside her and as she walked past the cab Finn threw a slushy at her. Almost instantly Santana stopped, half frozen by the slushy. As the dye stung her eyes and the grape flavoring filled her mouth with a nasty after taste, she heard the truck spin its tires. As the tires were spinning she felt mud, rocks, and dust hit her body along with more hideous laughter. She ran to Quinn's house practically sobbing. When she arrived, she beat on the door until it was opened. "Oh God, Santana, let's get you to my bathroom."

She had closed her eyes again because they were stinging so badly. She felt Quinn and someone else grab her arm. Who the fuck is here? When they arrived, Quinn guided her to sit on the toilet. She heard someone turn the water on. "The washcloths are in the cabinet below the sink," she heard Quinn say to the person.

Quinn grabbed a bar of soap and the wet washcloth and began cleaning off Santana's face and eyes. "Can you open you're eyes now?" She instantly new the voice, Rachel.

Santana slowly opened her eyes to regain her vision. It was blurry for a few minutes but she soon was able to see everything surrounding her. "I'm going to murder those two low life's," She said as her crying was slowly stopping.

"Honey, your clothes are a mess. Go jump in the shower and when you're out I'll let you wear some of mine."

Without protest Santana turned on the shower and got undressed. When she felt the water was the right temperature. She stepped in the shower and again the sobs came. Why me? What did I do to anyone to deserve being treated like this? These were the only thoughts clouding her mind. After washing the slushy and muck off of her body, Santana stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. When she stepped into Quinn's room, she saw a dress and a pair of her heels she'd left there lying on the bed. "Quinn, get in here and explain this, NOW!"