"Rachel?," I shouted "Rachel!" I pulled her back as she tried to escape.

"What is it?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked.

Her face flushed as I showed her the note. She knew. I kept staring at her face, waiting for her to say something, waiting for her to explain to me why she would do all of this. She didn't say a word, I kept looking at her. I refused to let her go, I needed to know why. Why did she pretend it wasn't her all this time? And why the hell did Quinn say she was the one who gave me the note?

"For gods sake Rachel, why did you do this to me?"

"I- I'm so sorry" her voice cracked and she sat down on the bench. Luckily, no one was anywhere near.

"Sorry?," I stood up in front of her, squeezed the note into a small ball and threw it on the ground by her shoes "do you think that helps? You made a fool out of me"

"I know, I ju-"

"You know what the worst of it is? You told Quinn Fabray," I grumbled "why did she say it was her?"

She looked like she was tearing up but I wasn't sure, I wanted to avoid looking into her eyes. It might just made me even angrier and I didn't want to cause a big scene before knowing about everything first.

"It's complicated, Santana"

"Do you think I give two shits? I deserve to know, why did she say it was her?"

"I asked her to.." she admitted.

I didn't understand any of this, none of it made sense.

"Why?" I asked and looked right into her eyes this time.

"Please, don't get angry. I'm so sorry"

"Rachel, I don't care if you're sorry. I really don't," I jeered "all I want is you to be honest." Rachel didn't even look up this time. "I thought you didn't like Quinn, and now I find out she helps you hide things away from me. Is that why she was acting like a bitch all the time?"

"Not from the start.. She's always mean to people she feels threatned of," she finally started speaking fluently without the sound of crying in her voice, her face straightened away from the baby faced one that made her look like she was ready to cry "but later on, it was jealousy that drove her into the never ending hate for you"

"Jealousy?"

"Yes.. I don't know if you'll understand"

"I will" I demanded.

"I can't tell you"

"You will tell me, Rachel," I said and sat down next to her "it's the least you can do."

I guessed that the only way to get things out of her was to be nice, she was too stubborn to say anything if I was scaring her. She needs to feel sure about the fact that I won't go mad and snap at her. I looked at the small brunette right next to me. I refused to meet her eyes. I turned away the moment she looked at me.

"Santana, it's not easy to say something like this to a person who barely knows you" she sat with her back straight, it was obvious how nervous and uncomfortable she was.

She was right, I barely knew her. I had been friends with her for a pretty long while now but I didn't know much about her, not what kind of music she likes, her interests and just basic things friends are supposed to know about each other. I knew all those things about Mercedes and Tina.

"Making these jokes at my expense was screwed up, the note, then that text. What do you want?" I stood up and glared down at her.

It was hard for me to control my anger, I wasn't used to being the one who gets played with. I'm the one who plays with people. But they managed to turn it around, and now, I'm the victim.

"I can tell you everything, if you promise to not mention any of it to Quinn," she said "please, she would kill me" Rachel begged.

"I won't say a word, trust me" I said.

"Will you sit down? It might take a while..," she looked up at me and her lips were separated from each other as she pulled herself to the edge of the bench "you're lucky you caught me before I called my dad, he'll pick me up today"

"Yeah, really lucky" I sarcastically said.

I sat down next to her, not as close to the edge as she was. It wasn't hard to figure out that she was trying to make it clear that she didn't have any kind of romantic feelings for me by sitting that far away from me.

"You see, it all started that time you and I were introduced to each other, in the bathroom, with Tina" she started. "I felt an instant interest, I thought you were refreshing, not like everyone else in this school. And everyone knows me, I like attention. The fact that you gave me none, it made me want it more.. From you"

I looked at Rachel with my eyes slowly narrowing, I felt my cheeks were getting warmer, I was confused. I was getting calmer though, by the seconds that passed, I tried to find it in myself, and I succeeded. I kept listening to the girl beside me speak, her brown hair looked silky from the sun striking it. Her hands were tied into a ball looking form together, her left hand intertwined with the right one, leaned on her bare knees.

"The reason Quinn began to get even worse when it came to how she treated you.. was because after the day I met you, I lost interest in her.. Or she thought I did." Rachel began to smile at her own sentence, I didn't. "Me and Quinn, we have a history that would take too long to explain. She's just.. Almost as much as I am with her, obsessed with my attention going to her and only her."

With other words, what Rachel was telling me was that they were disgustingly in love. My glare didn't leave her, I kept listening to the words that came out of her mouth until she got to the main point, to the reason that hopefully would prevent me from snapping at her. She sighed before continuing.

"She got really jealous when you and I started hanging out. She even asked me to stop hanging out with you, she got annoyed every time I was even near you. She still does, if she knew about this. I would be dead," she laughed. "But, Santana, I felt so sorry for you when Q and Brittany didn't leave you alone.. I wrote the note because I thought it would make you feel like someone was watching you, caring about you"

"And why the hell would you make me think Quinn was the one who gave it to me? Why did she even do it, if she's so damn obsessed with you only caring about her?"

"Because I asked her to, underneath that hard shell she keeps up, is a sweet girl. Sadly, I'm the only who understands it." Rachel looked around the what looked like an abandoned schoolyard before she looked back at me. "When I told her to pretend she was the one who gave you the note, she got really upset, saying I was too into you and stuff. But I was only being a friend, I felt you needed one," she brushed her hand through her hair "do you get why I did it?"

"So wait, you wanted Quinn to pretend she was the one who gave it to me, so I would think she wanted to be my friend?"

"Yes" she admitted.

"How do you figure that would work if she kept acting like a total moron after it anyway?"

Rachel reacted to my choice of words but didn't comment it. She just sat there, speechless. This whole thing was really just childish, stupid and not even worth discussing. Still, nothing Rachel said made things clear, so I couldn't stop.

"I don't understand. Really. Quinn hates me, or hates me more, because she's jealous?," I asked, Rachel nodded "and you put the note in my locker, and made her pretend it was her?." Rachel nodded, again. I sighed, looking down at my white sneakers. "Brittany had nothing to do with any of this?"

"No, not that I know. Quinn would tell me if Brittany was involved" Rachel said.

"If you felt that sorry for me, how come you didn't just make her stop? It seems like she listens to what you tell her, why couldn't you just ask her to leave me alone?"

"I did," Rachel said "she hasn't done anything to you now, for weeks"

"I thought it was because I kicked her ass so badly" I said.

"It's not, she's very vengeful - a thing like that wouldn't stop her from getting what she wants" Rachel said.

"And now?"

"I can't say she will stop being on your back. It's in her nature to not leave people alone, but don't get her wrong. She does it because she's scared of you, I promise"

I didn't respond, it didn't surprise me. Being mean to people was obviously her way to keep people from getting close to her.

"And the text?" I finally asked, things weren't clear according to it yet.

"It wasn't me, I promise. Neither was it Quinn" she said, I didn't really know if I could trust Rachel.

"Why did you leave then? When we said we were going to call the number?"

"Because, I looked at the clock on the wall and there was 10 minutes left until Quinn's class ended and they would come in anytime. If she saw me with you, I wouldn't hear the end of it." she smiled down at her shoes. "You say you're sure it's Brittany, why did you change your mind?"

"I didn't, I just guessed I could ask you in case you lied about that too." I said.

"Okay.. It's not though. I'll even allow you to look through all my messages on my phone and everything if you don't trust me"

"It's okay, I guess I trust you" I lied, I didn't really trust her. Only now, when it came to the text I did.

"I know this is so much to take in, I told you it was complicated," she looked at me with a smouldering face "I totally understand if you don't want to be my friend anymore." she said, and she was right.

I just remembered the way Quinn told me it was her who gave me the note and I wondered if Rachel knew. I shuddered when the memory of Quinn's tongue brushing against my skin felt came back.

"Do you know what way Quinn told me she was the one who gave me the note?"

"She told me she told you after biology class, in the hallway together with Brittany" Rachel said.

A part of me was happy that Quinn lied to her, I just hoped Rachel would believe me when I told her. I looked at her and at the same time I felt a bit sorry for her, she was so delusional. She was blinded by Quinn's obession with her. And her not so obvious obsession with Quinn.

"She lied to you" I said.

Rachel looked at me for a while before answering my statement.

"Does it really matter? I mean, the important thing for me was that she told you some way" she said.

"I think you'd want to know the way she told me, Rachel"

"Is it that important?"

"I think it is. I mean, it's hard to believe that she randomly walks up to people and does things like that.. Or?"

My tone made her want to know how Quinn told me about it and she looked really interested in hearing what I would say next. She tucked her hands into the pockets of her black skirt and curiously waited.

"First, she pushed me against the wall," I said "and then, she whispered that it was her into my ear while her body was still pressed against mine. And honest to God, I could feel her tongue brush against my skin after she whispered," I stopped to look at how Rachel reacted. Her face was indescribable. "She said something about that she had built an obsession with being on my back all the time, she still didn't push herself away from me, until I finally did"

Rachel stood up, she looked at me and I could see her reaction wasn't what I was hoping for, I pictured her getting really angry and calling Quinn to yell at her and stuff. But no, tears were running down her blushed cheeks. She didn't make any noise, no sobs, the tears were just running. I didn't know something as small as that would make her that sad. I tried to not look at her so she would maybe, just maybe, stop shedding tears. It wasn't really my intention to make her cry.

"I'm so stupid thinking someone like Quinn would ever treat me with any kind of dignity at all" she said and left, I didn't even react to her sentence and she was already half way to the parking lot.

"Damn it.." I whispered to myself, wanting to go comfort her but then figured that she would stay here if she wanted comfort from anyone.

The next morning was just dull. Rachel avoided me as much as I avoided her. What had happened the day before made everything so weird between us. And honestly, I didn't care so much. I was still a bit angry at her for doing that to me. Knowing about her and Quinn did made me feel so sorry for her in a way after all, I couldn't even imagine how she felt. Being in love, or liking someone, who isn't loyal. It would kill me. I wouldn't be able to stay with the person after knowing all of that. Maybe Rachel will leave Quinn now, I don't know. All I know is that Quinn will attack me, sometime soon because of it.

The whole time in school I tried to ignore everyone. I felt like I needed some Santana time. Ever since I moved to New York and started school I have been surrounded by new people, all the time, and now even getting texts from someone. Probably Brittany. I couldn't be sure. Not fully. I was never left alone. I needed time to think things through and decide if I really wanted to find out who sent that text. She said it wasn't her, or Quinn. Which could be a lie. I decided to believe she was telling the truth. All day Mercedes and Tina tried to talk to me normally but I came up with excuses that would make them let me go without questioning my disappearance.

My room made me think of emptiness. It made me think of everything I've been forced to let go, everything my parents forced me to leave behind. I wasn't like this before, I was tough, tougher than I am now, I was cocky, I was too damn stuck up. Not that I complain about it, I miss it. I miss being the girl who scares everyone she passes in the hallways. Now that spot is taken by no one else but Quinn Fabray and her own personal version of Robin. The only difference now was that they're not heroes.

After moments of silence by myself and soft music playing in the background I heard my phone call and I jumped up to reach it. It was inside my jacket pocket, I picked my jacket up from the floor and took the phone out. The number was unknown. I hesitated a bit before pressing the green colored button - and then pressed it.

"Hello?"

"Santana?" I heard on the other line, an unfamiliar, female voice.

"Who are you?"

After that she hung up. I called the number back but got sent to the "the number you have dialed has been disconnected, please try again at a later time" which means the phone had been turned off after our phone call. I tried to remember the voice and recall who it might be but I didn't. I didn't think of anyone who sounded like that. A girly, soft voice. I put the phone down and decided to deal with it tomorrow, I would question every person possible. I was nearly full and ready to burst into pieces of furious organs. I laid my head on the cold pillow and turned my face to the wall, just to stare at nothing. When my body started to sink deeper into sleepiness, even though it was really, really early my phone vibrated. I first decided to ignore it. With all my strength and mind concentrated on not reaching for the phone, I still didn't manage. I opened the text message I had gotten. It was from the same number that had called me. And only now did I notice that this was the same number from before because the conversation from the texts I had gotten days ago from an unknown number were in this conversation. The person who sent this text was the person who sent me the texts from before.

"Will you meet me if I ask you to?" she wrote. I was happy now that I was sure that this was a girl. I looked at the text and typed my answer.

"Not until you tell me who the hell you are." I wrote.

It took her some minutes before answering. I patiently waited to see if she even would. After five long minutes, the phone beeped.

"I'm someone you know. I promise."

"How do I know this isn't a prank? I'm not stupid. Goodbye" I teased. I have experience when it comes to getting what I want from people, I knew exactly what to write to get some hints.

Again, it took her forever to respond. This time six minutes. I counted.

"Wait." was all she wrote first, no more than thirty seconds later another text was recieved to my phone "I wish you would meet me soon. Today? Please"

Whoever this person was, was really stubborn. More than that, also foolish, thinking I would actually meet someone if I wasn't sure about who I was going to face. In a world like this, it wasn't the best thing a seventeen year old girl could fall in with.

"When you tell me who you are, I might. Only maybe." I responed.

"Okay. I will tell you something that might make you sure I'm not a 60 year old pedophile. Besides the fact that you've heard my voice... I know you go to biology class with Mrs. Eddard, you have a green locker kind of close to the lunch room.. Just let me see you. I want to tell you so much. Face to face"

After that text I was not only creeped out but also sure about the fact that I would meet this girl. Today. She was obviously stalking me, but she was a harmless high school girl. She couldn't be more dangerous than I was. And if this was a sixty year old pedophile, I would have my pepperspray with me. Just in case. Like my dad always says "you never know who you face on these streets".

"Fine. Creep. Where?" I answered. I looked at the clock and I would be back before my dads stupid idea of having family time every Thursday night at nine pm. It was only six now.

"The park under the bridge, the one the buss always drives over to drive through the city, you know which one?" she wrote.

I did know which one. My mother admired that park for some reason, as if it was something special. She and dad used to take walks there, and it wasn't that far from where I lived. I could ask mom if I was allowed drive her car there. I came up with a lie already.

"Yeah. 20 minutes?" I asked.

"Perfect. I'm waiting."

I guess that means she's already there. However, I walked to the living room as I threw my jacket on. I watched my mom look at the TV with an amused smile on her face.

"Mom?"

"Where are you going?" she asked, noticing that my jacket was on.

"I'm meeting Mercedes and Tina.. Can I please borrow your car? I'll be careful"

"You know your dad wants you here at nine.."

"I promise I'll be back" I assured her.

"Fine," she sighed "the keys are on the kitchen table." I was happy it didn't take much effort to convince her. For once.

I drove for nearly 16 minutes until I reached a parking lot fairly close to the park. I parked the car and stepped out, locked it and walked towards the green, very crowded place that was probably a two minute walk away from me. When I was there, I looked around, trying to recognize some of the many faces there but I saw none that I actually could say I remember from school. Or anywhere else. I felt a quick poke on my back, I turned around. My eyes widened, as well did my lips, I felt my eyebrows crease and my eyes narrowed just to get a clearer look.

"Surprised..?" she said, a shy smile and rosy cheeks appeared on her pale face.