A/N: Hey guys! Another update :) Getting into this story again, yay :D A quick thank you to those who reviewed :) I'm glad that you're glad that the story is back :) Also thank you to all of the new followers and favoriters (?) lol :)

I hope this chapter is okay, I sorta didn't have control. Chapter 4 kinda totally changed my entire idea of the story, and right now these words are pretty much writing themselves, me being just the transcriber :P Anyway, I hope you like it :)

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Chapter 5

Quinn stayed very quiet for the rest of the day. She had Glee Club later, with that girl Rachel and a bunch of other kids defined as "losers". And Santana. Oh god, Santana... What was Quinn going to do? She'd probably ruined all chances of even being friends with Santana again. There was no way they'd be able to get over this with some ice cream and movies.

You need to move on, Fabray. Santana's not into girls, and neither are you.

Right?

Quinn kept asking herself that one question all the way up until the final bell rung and she found herself heading to the Choir Room. She was the first one in the room, so she found a seat in the back, hoping that Santana would come in last and sit further away from her.

No such luck, once again, and Santana walked in only a minute after her. Her eyes lit up slightly seeing the blonde, Quinn could tell that from across the room, but then her expression returned to normal. The Latina stood there, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly. Quinn sighed. She knew this would happen. She knew that she had caused this. She just couldn't deal with being second best, especially when it came to Santana.

When Mr. Shue walked in, he smiled at the cheerleaders, and Santana quickly sat down in the other end of the back row. "Hello, ladies," Mr. Shue greeted them. "If I'm being honest, I didn't expect you to actually show."

"I'm actually genuinely interested in Glee Club, Mr. Shue," Quinn admitted. It was actually the truth. With everything going on lately, the idea of acceptance sounded pretty damn nice. Mr. Shue smiled encouragingly at her.

Then a group of people Quinn had never seen walked into the room, talking and chatting happily. Then they all froze. A heavier, dark skinned girl gaped at the two cheerleaders sitting in the room. "Oh, hell to the no, Mr. Shue!"

"Nice to meet you, too," Santana snapped at her. Quinn rolled her eyes at both of them.

"What are they doing here?" a boy in a wheelchair asked as he rolled around the group of frozen teenagers.

"Quinn and Santana auditioned for the club during lunch, Artie," Mr. Shue piped up. "And Mercedes, we can't keep them out just because you don't like them. Frankly, we need new members anyway."

Three football players walked in through the other door. Finally, people Quinn knew. Puck, Mike and Finn. "'Sup MILF?" Puck asked, smirking at the blonde.

"Shut the hell up, Puck," Quinn snapped, glaring at him.

Then Rachel stormed into the Choir Room. "Mr. Shue! I know that you think we all need to sing old songs to win Sectionals this year, but last year we did old songs for Regionals, and we lost! I say that we should all get a vote to what kind of music we should sing!"

"Exactly, Mr. Shue, no one really likes old music anymore," a gay looking boy piped up pointedly.

"I like old music," Finn said dumbly.

"Guys!" Mr. Shue exclaimed. "Please, can you all have a seat?"

Quinn met Santana's eyes, and despite they're problems, they both rolled their eyes at all these "losers".

"Firstly," the teacher continued, "Let's welcome our two new members, Quinn and Santana!"

There were annoyed grumbles around the room.

"I know that you guys don't like that they've joined, but anyone who wants to join, can. Plus, they have great voices," Mr. Shue finalized it.

"I hate to admit it, but Mr. Shue is right. Santana and Quinn sounded amazing at their audition," Rachel piped up. Quinn smirked.

"What?" the gay guy exclaimed. "Rachel you knew that they were joining and you didn't sabotage it or anything?"

"Oh come on," Santana growled, clearly fed up with the fact that all these people were talking about them in front of them.

"Why don't we start by introducing ourselves to our two new members. I don't think they really know any of you," Mr. Shue insisted.

Rachel cleared her throat. "I'm Rachel Berry, but I'm sure you already knew that," she said arrogantly.

"Kurt Hummel," Kurt called out lamely.

"Mercedes Jones," Mercedes snapped.

"Artie Abrams," the boy in the wheelchair said.

"Err, Finn, but you already know me..."

"You know me too," Mike agreed.

"Puckasauros!" Puck exclaimed, grinning. Santana and Quinn rolled their eyes.

"Tina Cohen-Chang," a quiet Asian girl said.

"Okay, great," Mr. Shue said. "Okay, now about Sectionals."

A bunch of voices rose up, crazed about the idea of doing old music or something. Quinn finally tuned out the entire club and sort of disappeared into her own thoughts.

She didn't want to stop talking to Santana, but it seemed that that was exactly what was going to happen. She'd put too much distance between them, and Quinn had called out the thing that she'd been avoiding so as to stay friends with her crush. And now the two girls seemed to be too far apart to ever get close again.

Quinn ran her fingers through her short blonde hair. She'd just have to avoid Santana for a little while, she supposed.

Later that night, Quinn was eating some macaroni and cheese alone in her empty house. Despite Coach Sylvester's strict eating rules, Quinn found herself eating unhealthy foods quite often. Bacon was the main one, obviously. Sue would never kick her off the Cheerios anyway.

She felt so alone. And not just physically, emotionally. Her parents were never around, and she wasn't close with them at all, so it wasn't like she could talk to them. Not to mention that they were completely Christian. As in "Gay is so wrong" and "Gay people are going to hell" sort of Christian.

Brittany said she was there for her, but Quinn knew that if she talked to Brittany about Santana, she would end up getting bitter and mad at the other blonde. Brittany was the cause of many of Quinn's problems, even if she'd tried to help her.

Santana used to be the one Quinn went to talk to about stuff. And now, she couldn't. So what the hell was she going to do?

She remembered Rachel's words suddenly. If you're going to be in Glee Club now, you can trust us enough to tell us what's wrong. Quinn never really liked Rachel, she found her quite annoying most of the time, but the girl could probably be really nice if she wanted.

Quinn was out of options. She pulled out her cell phone and found Rachel's number. The diva had insisted that she give it to her in case of a "Gleemergency". Feeling nervous all of the sudden, she clicked the contact and held the phone up to her ear.

"Q-Quinn?" came Rachel's shocked voice.

'Hi, Rachel," Quinn returned, only half heartedly.

"Um..."

"Remember earlier in the bathroom?" Quinn asked lightly.

"Err, yeah, I do."

"You said I can trust you."

Rachel didn't answer for a second. "You can, Quinn. Even though most of us in Glee club still don't really like you, you're one of us now, whether you like it or not. You can trust me."

Quinn felt a little more relaxed hearing that. "I really need someone to talk to, but I need this person to stay open minded and be able to keep secrets. Like real, important secrets."

"Sure, Quinn."

"You know Santana?" Quinn asked, mainly just to get her bearings. Obviously, Rachel knew Santana.

"Yes."

"Well, I've been her best friend since first grade," Quinn started, wondering how exactly she was going to say this. "But, about a year ago, I was completely replaced by Brittany, you know her right?"

"Sure."

"Okay well I was replaced by her. And slowly for the last year, Santana and I have grown further and further apart. But then just a few weeks ago... I... I um..." Quinn felt her stomach twist up inside her. How could she say this to a girl she'd met less than twelve hours ago?

Rachel spoke before Quinn could say anything else. "Quinn, my best friend is gay."

Quinn's eyes widened. "Um, err, um, what?"

"Oh, I didn't mean to assume," Rachel told her, rushed. "It's just heard you and Santana talking in the hallway after your Glee audition. And I saw you crying in the bathroom. And, I don't think you knew this, but I have English with you two. I've seen how you stare at her."

Quinn bit her lip hard to keep from crying. "O-oh."

"But I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume anything," Rachel told her softly.

"It's o-okay. I just um. I still don't know you very well. Do you think you could just... not tell anyone... and we can work on me being able to talk to you, okay?" Quinn asked, her voice shaky.

"Sure, Quinn."

"Thanks," Quinn forced out. "I just, I want to have someone to talk to about everything, but I'm still trying to um, figure things o-out."

"Okay, Quinn. You're in our Glee family now, you can talk to me whenever you need to. I'll see you tomorrow in Glee Club, okay?" Rachel said kindly.

"Yeah. Bye." Quinn hung up the phone.

What the hell just happened?

Quinn just trusted her most important secret to a girl she barely knew. What if Rachel told everyone? What if she told Santana? What if—

Stop it, Q. You can trust her, just stop worrying. You need to get this all off your chest by telling someone, and right now, Rachel is all you have. Deal with it.

Quinn took a deep breath, which surprisingly wasn't shaky. She looked down at her phone in her hands and saw Santana's contact just a little below Rachel's. She sighed, wondering if she should call her crush and apologize for messing their friendship up.

But she couldn't. Santana had let her walk away, she hadn't done anything to stop her. What would it look like if Quinn just ran back? Like a lovesick teenager, that's what. And that's exactly what Quinn was, unfortunately. And she couldn't let Santana know that. That would separate them for sure.

Unless... unless the rumors about Santana were true. What if Santana was actually gay like some people said she was? Quinn didn't think so; Santana had dated so many guys, and slept with a lot for that matter. That meant she was straight, right?

She's straight. Those people who make up rumors about her are just trying to ruin her rep. Clearly, Santana liked guys.

Quinn sighed. She wished that she could stop this inner war she had going on. She wished that she could have an easier crush, Finn or something. But just the thought of dating Finn made her shudder.

Quinn finished her mac and cheese, which had gone cold by now, and went up to her room, quickly crawling into her cozy bed and setting her phone on the table next to it. She desperately needed sleep. It had been much too long of a day for her liking.

I'm sorry if this chapter was boring. It mostly just Quinn thinking, but I think that it's really important that we see into her thoughts a lot, because she's still working through everything. I included the Glee Club after school cuz duhh Glee is awesome :)

Once again, Faberry is just a friendship, so please do not be concerned! I think with Quinn's problem with Britt, and her obvious problems with Santana, she really needs someone to talk to, and who better than Rachel?

Anyway, I hope you guys liked it. It's almost 1AM and I needz ta sleep. Please review your thoughts. Constructive criticism, although something I am horrible at accepting, is appreciated lol. I need to work on taking it better. But reviews are actually very very helpful so please review:)

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(I am SERIOUSLY craving Macaroni and Cheese right now, so that's why I randomly included it, jsyk) ;)