AN: Let me start off with apologizing for that last chapter, it's riddled with typos, misspelled words and sentences that repeated themselves. It was literally like 5 am, and I came across the idea from tiktok and couldn't put it down.

So here's to this chapter being better than the last, grammar wise. Review, like, follow.

The next morning, Santana woke up with a blaring headache. When she sat up in the bed, she saw that room service had brought up breakfast. Classic Quinn, she thought. Always taking care of others before herself. Her eyes searched the room for her, only to spot her outside on the balcony. There she stood, leaning on the railing, enjoying a cigarette. The crisp morning air was refreshing, and Santana decided to join her outside. The girls looked at each other and Santana gave her a grin.

Neither of them, for the years they had been friends, ever displayed that amount of vulnerability. Their friendship was built solely on the fact that they were two of the baddest bitches to ever walk the halls of McKinley High. Which meant- that they never showed weakness, not even to each other.

So all of this, was new. Santana never allowed herself to show any emotion to anyone other than Brittany. That was her number one weakness. And Quinn understood that more than anyone else. The Unholy Trinity was a bond that was unlike any other. Friends until the end. So when Brittany and Santana broke up, she was scared. Would she have to pick? Take sides?

It ended up not being a issue, they handled their break up gracefully. Or so she thought, until last night. A part of her knew that Santana was putting up a front, but she didn't realize how things actually were until she broke down last night.

She didn't know how to go about it. Talking about what happened. Neither of them did, so they spent a good amount of time just enjoying each other presence, not saying a word. The silence was comforting. Quinn finished up her cigarette, and placed it in the ash tray.

"San-" But Santana stopped her, putting her hand up.

"Let's eat first."

They walked inside, each grabbing a plate before sitting on the bed. The TV was still on, so the girls enjoyed their breakfast while watching a re-run of CatDog on Nickelodeon.

They were watching for about a minute or so before Quinn realized, this was Brittany and Santana's favorite show to watch together. She turned to her friend, who was a complete mess. Quinn grabbed the remote and changed the channel.

"I'm sorry," Santana said. "You shouldn't have to deal with me when I'm like this."

"S, it isn't a problem. You know that." Quinn placed her plate next to her on the bed. "We can talk about it, if you want to."

There was the opening. Honestly, up until this point Santana hadn't talked to anyone about the situation with her and Brittany. She's wanted to, but even with how close she had gotten to Berry and Hummel- she just never found the right time. She never liked bothering her friends with her problems, and she was never the type of person to talk about her feelings.

It was personal, and being that it was about Brittany? Made it that much more sensitive for her. Brittany was the person who made her realize who she really was. She grew as a person, in the best way, because of her.

"I just, I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to function without her. I built my life around her, and to lose her? I don't know who I am without her." Santana sighed, also placing her plate on the bed next to Quinn's.

This was new ground for Quinn, but she wanted to be there for Santana.

"San I know that Britt was everything to you. I know that, more than others. I know how much she means to you." She said softly. She paused, "But, you need to take this time to figure out who you are without her."

"It's so hard though," Santana said, wiping a tear away. "She brought the good out in me, who's to say that if I try and go out into this world that I won't revert back to how I was before?"

Quinn scooted closer to Santana, putting her arm over her shoulder. "I never said it was going to be easy. And honestly, you won't go back to how you were. Because I know that you won't take those steps backwards. That isn't like you."

Santana knew she was right. It had already been a few months since they broke up, and she deserved to be happy. I mean, Brittany was.

"I know, I know." Santana sat up straight, wiped her face. In almost an instant, Quinn watched her friend regain her composure. "What about you?"

"What about me?" She replied.

"Last night, when you woke me up." Santana said. "I've seen that Quinn before. The heartbroken one."

Quinn was hoping they weren't going to talk about her.

"No it's okay San we don't have to-" But Santana grabbed Quinn's hands, and gave her a understanding look. A look that translated to, you can talk to me too. "I just, don't know where to start."

"Just start where you feel comfortable. That's what Brittany would tell me, when she'd ask me what was wrong."

But the truth was, Quinn didn't know how to even talk about it. No one knew, how she felt about Rachel, except for well, Rachel.

Two weeks before graduation, Quinn and Rachel were in the choir room together. And that's when she admitted her feelings for her, to only be shot down. Not because Rachel didn't like her back, because she did. But because she was still with Finn. I love him, Quinn. Four simple words, yet it hit her like a semi-truck. And from then on, she told herself she wouldn't allow herself to be that girl. She had spent too much time chasing after people who had no business even having her attention in the first place.

"San," She said. "I- don't know how to talk about this. I never have."

"I'm not saying you have to spill your guts, or even tell me who it is. Or what they did."

"I love someone, but they don't love me back. And yeah, I'm used to being the second choice." Quinn started to tear now.

This, unexplored ground between Santana and Quinn was scary.

"You, Quinn Fabray, do not deserve to be anyone's second choice. You deserve so much more in this life." Santana laid back on her pillow, opening her arm for Quinn to lay with her.

Almost instantly, Quinn put herself there.

"I'm not saying that I am that person. But, I'm always going to be here to remind you that you are worthy of that type of love." She pulled Quinn closer, Q's cries growing.

They laid there for the rest of the morning, in the silence they were so used to being in. Could it be something more? Only time would tell.