A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. As I said in my New Things update, I'm really busy and trying to squeeze in some sort of updates... hope it's not too horrible. I wrote this hastily in my class the other day, and pretty much just copied it onto the computer, so it's not the best chapter...

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Chapter 3

Santana left not long after the girls woke up, leaving Quinn to her thoughts. Thoughts that left Quinn confused and scared. At some point, she knew that she was going to cry soon. However, before the first tear could drop from her hazel eyes, her phone buzzed loudly. Curious, she wiped at tears that weren't there and grabbed the phone.

From Brittany- How was hanging with San?

To Brittany- Fine... why do you ask?

From Brittany- Quinn, I'm one of your best friends... you know you can tell me anything? ... :)

Quinn took a shaky breath. Did Brittany know something was up? She couldn't... know, could she?

To Brittany- Do you already know..?

From Brittany- I think so...

To Brittany- What do you think?

Quinn felt like she might cry again, so she sniffed and wiped again at her cheeks, feeling nothing but her skin there. Sighing, she waited for Brittany's response.

From Brittany- You're got it bad for a certain sexy Latina (;

Quinn's breath hitched in her throat, thinking about that certain sexy Latina. She was so sexy... Oh my god...

To Brittany- OMG Britt idk what to do! :(

From Brittany- It's okay, Quinnie. I'll help you out asap! For now, you need to focus on rebuilding a friendship base with San.

To Brittany- Thanks, B 3 Sorry I didn't tell you about it sooner, I'm so scared...

From Brittany- It's fine, Q. See you tomorrow (:

Quinn fell back against her pillow. Did Britt think she had a chance with Santana? Did Brittany know if Santana really was gay? Quinn sighed. She still didn't even know what she wanted.

Well, that was only half true. As had become clear after her latests dream, Quinn was definitely interested in getting in bed with Santana. Also, she'd been crushing on her for a while... did she only want to get into Santana's pants, or did she genuinely like the girl?

That's a stupid question. Quinn was not one of those girls who just wanted sex. That wasn't different now.

The blonde pushed her thoughts away, avoiding the chance of tears, and went downstairs to grab some food. After a whole day of eating only ice cream, she was definitely ready for some real food... maybe some bacon.

The day went by slowly as Quinn tried to find ways to entertain herself. However, she could not get the image of a certain girl out of her head.

Santana would never want to be with me. She's most likely straight anyway...

A little after noon, her phone began to ring. Quinn glanced at the caller ID. Santana...

"Hey, Lopez," she greeted, trying not to sound too creepily excited about talking to the Latina again.

"Hey blondie. What're you up to?" Santana asked simply.

"Nothing really. Why?" the blonde asked hopefully, finding that she was now pacing through her living room.

"Do I have to have a reason to call my best friend?" Santana snapped. Quinn flinched at the harsh tone, but she didn't take offense. She could tell that something was up with the girl.

"Of course not," Quinn answered softly, sweetly. "What's up, S? Are you okay?"

The other girl took a deep breath before spilling all her latest drama to Quinn. "Puck called me and he wants me back and I got scared so I hung up and B won't text me back and I'm scared! I don't know what to do, Q!"

"Don't take him back," Quinn advised instantly. "You can do so much better than him, S."

A sob came from the other end of the phone, breaking Quinn's heart into little pieces. "No, I don't think I can, Quinn."

Quinn felt as though she was being torn up, but Santana sounded more torn up than her. Since when was Santana so broken?

"Everyone hates me. I'm a bitch, but I'm hot and people want me for my body. At least Puck cares a little bit, but-"

"Santana. Puck doesn't care. Going back to him is like getting addicted to a drug. He uses you and hurts you and messes you up... you can't keep going back," Quinn interrupted.

Silence.

"You see what I mean?" she asked sweetly, softly.

"I guess," the girl said in a small voice, sounding weak and doubtful, "it's just..."

"Just what, S?" she pushed.

"Never mind. I don't think you'd understand. See you tomorrow, girlie," she said weakly.

Quinn genuinely frowned, but she answered with, "Okay, S. I'll see you tomorrow. You can do better than that ass, though, remember that."

The line ended and Quinn sighed. What was Santana hiding? Groaning, she collapsed onto her living room couch. She needed to take a nap, there was too many things flying through her mind, and it could only take so much.

Britt knows... wonder what she'll be doing to help Quinn? ;) Lol. Yeah. Please review. Sorry if it sucked.