"Quinn, are you still right to give me a lift back home?" Santana asked as we left the classroom.
"Yeah sure, are you ready to go now?"
"I've just got to go to my locker, and then I'm good to go." She laughed.
"Well, if you come to my locker, I'll come to yours and we can walk to my car together."
"What's happening with you at the moment, Santana?" I ask as we walk from my locker to hers.
"Nothing, why? What makes you think something's going on?" She panicked.
"Nothing in particular, you've just been a little different lately. That's all. I mean it might be just because I'm Head Cheerleader again. Are you acting different around me because of that?"
She takes a moment to process before answering.
"No, I mean it is weird and at first I hated you for it, and for telling Coach Sue about my boob job, but I've gotten over that now. I'm sorry, by the way." She takes a deep breath. "For saying all those things in that fight, and for slapping you and for bringing Beth into it, that was really horrible of me. You must be going through hell and back after giving her up. I'm sorry for being an insensitive bitch."
"Hey, its okay, I've moved past that too. And I'm okay with Beth, she's with Shelby and she loves Beth, so it's alright." I'm trying more to convince myself than anything. I really miss Beth.
"Besides, that fight bought really good things for me. I really wish I could tell you. I mean it's not that I don't trust you, but I really can't tell anybody."
"Hey! You have to tell me!" She giggled as she opened her locker.
"San, I know we don't keep things from each other, but I really can't tell you this. It could hurt people and get someone in serious trouble."
"Quinn!" She whined. "Pleaaaaaaase?" She begged.
"Nope. No way."
"I'm going to nag you the whole way home." She said.
"That's okay. I think I can deal with that." I replied. She slammed her locker shut and Brittany approached us.
"Hey Santana, Hey Quinn!" She said.
"Hey Brittany, how are you?" I asked.
"I'm good. Are you taking Santana home?"
"Yeah, she is. Why's that Britt?" Santana asked.
"Just wanted to make sure you found someone to take you home San," She smiled. "Well, I've got to go to dance class now. See you later." She hugged us both goodbye and walked off down the corridor.
"You ready to go, Quinn?" Santana asked.
"Yeah, let's do it." I responded.
We were walking down to the car park when Santana's phone started to ring.
"Sorry, it's my Mami." She said to me before answering the call.
"Hi Mami."
"Yeah, Quinn's taking me home."
"Okay. I'll see what I can do."
"Yep."
"Sounds good. See you soon Mami." She hung up the phone and climbed into my car as I went round the other side to get in the driver's seat.
"Mami wanted to know if I'd get some stuff for dinner on the way home. Don't suppose you fancy a trip to the grocery store do you?"
"Sure. Which one are we going to?"
"The Corner Store on Elizabeth St, if you really don't mind."
"No, not at all. I need to get some stuff anyway."
"Are you going to tell me about the good thing that came out of our fight?"
"Nope."
"Please?!"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I said so."
"Quinn, don't be like that!"
"It's a really big deal and no one else can know. It would just be you. Okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Please just tell me!"
"I'm dating Mr Schuester."
"WHAT?! Quinn, no! That's so far past wrong that it's not even funny! Why are you dating him? No!"
"Santana, calm down! You can't tell ANYBODY. I'm not joking. He could get fired!"
"Only because you're screwing him!"
"We are not having sex! We're enjoying each other's company. That's all."
"Quinn. He's a grown man; he's going to want at some point. What are you going to do when the time comes? You saw how Puck got, he pressured you and you fell pregnant!"
"Will's not like that."
"Will?! You call him Will?"
"Yes."
"Quinn, this is a mistake. You have to stop seeing him."
"I think you're overreacting a little bit."
"No, I'm not overreacting. Is there a way you're suppose to react when you find out your best friend is dating your Glee Club teacher? It's not okay Quinn. I love you to pieces, enough to tell you that it has to stop."
"No, it doesn't. I haven't felt as good as I feel when I'm with him since I saw Beth for the first time. There's a hole in my heart and I'm trying to fill it. Simple as that, look at it like he's helping me. Helping me to become better, to feel normal again."
"He's helping you to make him a criminal."
"Santana, please don't say anything to anyone. I need this. I need him more than you understand. I know this is hard for you to understand, but I really need you to try, imagine if you lost Brittany, you'd be missing a part of you. You try and fill a void that big."
"Don't bring Brittany into this."
"I was just trying to explain to you how I'm feeling right now."
"Can we talk about something else?"
"Are you going to keep my secret?"
"Sure."
"So...What's going on with you and Brittany?" I ask.
"Nothing, we're just friends."
"No you're not, something's happening. I'm not blind San."
"Maybe you should get your eyes checked." She paused. "Sorry, that was really bitchy. I'm just so weirded out right now."
"It's alright, I understand. This must be a lot for you to take in."
"Britt and I are just...enjoying each other's company... to use your words." She giggled.
"Oh My! You guys are hooking up!" I exclaim.
"Shhh! don't tell the whole world."
"So...when did it start?"
"Well, we just kind of fit together, you know? It's not a relationship, it's purely physical. We make each other feel good and it just works."
"No way! Is Brittany okay with it being just physical? She's kind of into the relationship stuff, isn't she?"
"Yeah, I think she's a little bit confused by the whole thing, which I am too. But, I refuse to talk about my feelings." She stopped and took a deep breath. "Because if I talk about my feelings, I'm scared that the whole situation will become real, a part of me doesn't want what we have to be real, but another part wishes I could walk through the crowded halls of McKinley holding her hand and being proud to call her my girlfriend."
"San...wow."
"Quinn, I think I'm lesbian."
"Um, wow. Well, don't worry. I won't treat you any different. You're still Santana Lopez; Lima Heights Adjacent Bad Bitch to me." I start to tread carefully; I don't want to start another fight. I pull up into the car park of the supermarket and turn the car off. "What makes you think that you are lesbian, and not just bi?"
"When I'm with Brittany it feels good, really good. Like my whole heart and body is there, in the moment. When I'm with guys, like Puck it just doesn't mean anything, I don't feel anything. My body's there, but my heart and mind aren't."
"That's possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. You have to tell Brittany how you feel."
"Q, I can't. I really just can't, it would ruin me if anybody found out."
"Nobody's going to care. You're still the scariest person I know; no offence. If anyone was to say anything you'd hunt them down and kill them with your bare hands, or tear them down with your words."
"Yeah, but for now this is the part of me that we keep between the Unholy Trinity, okay?" She had a pleading look in her eyes.
"Sure, you keep my secret, I keep yours. We should probably like go into the shops now." I laughed.
"Yeah. Let's go." She said.