"What do you mean?"

"I saw your post on snapchat this morning, the Louisville jacket gave it away." Rachel stopped. "Is there something there? I mean, the only other person that would wear Santana's jacket was Brittany and they ended up together. You don't have to tell me, I mean- I'm just asking."

Quinn didn't know what to say. She was caught. She had completely forgotten that she was wearing Santana's hoodie and you can clearly see the logo in her selfie that she posted. And if Rachel saw it, that only meant that it was a matter of time before Brittany saw it as well. Quinn panicked a little on the inside, completely forgetting that Rachel was still on the other line.

"Quinn?"

"Oh, yeah? Sorry. Rachel I'll call you back okay?" And with that Quinn ended the call.

Fuck, she thought to herself. She really screwed this one up. Quinn opened her snapchat to check who saw her picture. Luckily Brittany hadn't seen it yet. She deleted the selfie.

Quinn called Santana back, and waited for her to answer.

"Hey babe. What did Rachel want?"

"I fucked up San."

Santana's heart dropped, her mind took her to a million places that she didn't want to be. "What happened?" She asked, with a worried tone.

"Rachel saw my selfie I posted on snapchat this morning. It has me in your jacket. She put two and two together." Quinn sighed. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

Santana sighed with relief. "Oh baby. It's okay. Don't worry about it, it's okay. What did you tell her?"

"I didn't tell her anything, I actually uh- hung up on her."

Santana laughed. "Man would I have loved to see the look on her face when you hung up on her. Post the picture of us at Nationals babe. Then call her back."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And if Brittany finds out, or if there's drama or whatever- we'll deal with it together."

Quinn put Santana on pause to go and post the pictures on her instagram. She was a little nervous, but excited. She wanted to share with her friends about her new relationship.

"What happens when Brittany finds out?"

"We'll take care of that when it happens. She's busy with Glee Club right now anyway, Kurt was saying the kids are getting ready for sectionals anyway." Santana said.

Quinn typed out her caption, putting their date as roman numerals as the hashtag. She tagged Santana, and was just about to post when she looked over the pictures one last time. It always made her so happy to look at them. She had a special picture as the wallpaper on her lock screen, a picture of just Santana holding their championship trophy. Santana was glowing, with the biggest smile on her face. She looked beautiful. It was a picture that Caitlyn had taken on the beach right before they ran into the water. And as much as she wanted to post that picture, she decided to keep it for herself. It was special, something that the world didn't have to see. Quinn clicked post and went back to her FaceTime call.

"Okay. I posted." Santana was laying down on the couch now, slowly falling asleep. She had placed the phone on the coffee table up against her bottle of water to hold it up. "Oh baby you're tired."

"No no, I'm just resting my eyes." Santana took a deep breath in, then yawned. "Okay, I'm tired."

"Take a nap. I'll be here when you wake up." Quinn said as she walked into her room. "I think I'm gonna take a nap too."

She laid on her bed, getting comfortable. As a precaution, she plugged her phone in to make sure that it didn't die while she slept. Santana was a heavy sleeper but the one thing that consistently woke her up was the sound of a FaceTime call ending. Before completely laying down she set an alarm for three hours so that she would be able to catch Emily before her flight back home for the summer. When she checked on Santana, she as already asleep- snoring lightly.

Quinn laid down and allowed herself to fall asleep.

Quinn woke up to the sound of her alarm. Santana wasn't on FaceTime anymore, so she figured that she went off to class. Quinn stretched and slowly got out of her bed.

Emily and Jess were in the living room talking with the tv playing in the background.

"There you are sleeping beauty, have you seen you instagram post yet?"

Quinn had completely forgotten about the post. She opened her app to see that it had over 200 likes already. In an hour? This was crazy. And that's when she realized, she hadn't come to anyone yet.

Q, you look so happy!

You guys look good together

I CALLED IT (That was Tina)

The comments were filled with love and support and as she looked through all the comments she smiled. Quinn hadn't even thought about the fact that she hadn't come out to everyone yet, but she couldn't have thought of a better way. Santana Lopez was her girlfriend. Her actual girlfriend. And now the people that mattered most to her in the world, her friends and family- knew too.

Tina commenting only meant that there was a chance that Brittany saw the post as well. And as she went through the likes on her post, she saw that Brittany had liked it.

Oh shit.

Quinn immediately went to call Santana, but her phone went straight to voicemail.

"Baby it's me. Call me back when you get this, Brittany saw the post. Hope you're sleeping good. Talk to you later."

Santana woke up to Caitlyn opening her front door. She heard her walk outside and shut the door behind her. She was probably going to the store or something so she didn't think anything of it. Caitlyn probably sent a text to let Santana know where she was going, so she clicked her home button only to realize that it was dead. She walked into the guest bedroom to plug it in.

Santana laid on the bed in the bedroom, looking up at the ceiling. Everything had been going so well. She was hoping that Brittany finding out wouldn't put a damper on their relationship. Santana didn't have romantic feelings for Brittany anymore but there was still a part of her heart that loved her. But she wanted nothing more than to be with Quinn, and their relationship made her heart flutter.

Like Quinn, Santana didn't expect their friendship to get here. Never did she think that she would ever call Quinn her girlfriend. She watched for years as her best friend got hurt over and over. By Finn, Puck. Boys. They were horrible to her. And with every heartbreak she was there to pick up the pieces. Every situation was different, but Santana always managed to help her best friend back up.

In the guest bedroom, Santana had a set of drawers in the closet that she kept extra clothes in. She went into the top drawer to find something to change into when she found something she didn't realize she had. It was a long sleeve Yale shirt. She picked it up and brought it to her nose. With a deep breath she smelled it, and it was almost like Quinn was there with her. Santana slipped out of her shirt and put the Yale shirt on.

Her phone had finally turned back on. The only notifications she had was a calendar reminder for the team dinner tonight, instagram notifications letting her know that there were comments on a post she was tagged in and a voicemail from Quinn.

Santana clicked play, hearing that Brittany had saw her post on instagram so she quickly called her on FaceTime.

"Hey babe. I'm up. Sorry, my phone died."

"It's okay. Feeling rested?" Quinn smiled. She was sitting in the living room of her apartment.

"Yeah, I feel good. Did Emily leave yet?" Quinn turned the phone to show that Emily and Jess were in a concentrated game of Jenga.

Santana smiled, knowing that Quinn's roommates were perfect for her. Not only because they were just as smart as she was, but because they had come up with the idea to surprise her at Nationals. "Hey! Em. You're leaving soon, right?"

"Yeah, about an hour from now I gotta be at the airport." She replied as she carefully removed a block from the tower. Santana watched as it leaned and eventually fell over. "Ah damnit."

"Have a safe flight," She told her. "And thank you again."

"Anything for the two of you. I'm pretty sure all of us were tired of watching you two dance around each other without telling the truth."

Santana laughed, knowing that Jess and Emily shared the same thoughts as Caitlyn.

Quinn turned the phone back towards Santana, noticing she had finally found the shirt she left for her. "I see you found the shirt. It took you long enough."

"I like it. It's soft."

"That's why I left that particular one. I know how picky you are with your shirts."

"I'm gonna wear it to the team dinner tonight." Santana said proudly. "My girlfriend, a Yale student? Such a flex."

Quinn laughed. She could honestly never get tired of the way it sounded when Santana referred to her as hergirlfriend.

The front door opened again, and Santana walked out with her phone. "Cait, look at what I found-"

But she stopped. Her eyes grew wider, it was like she had seen a ghost.

"San? What is it?"

There stood Brittany, a crying mess.

"Britt's here."