Quinn's POV
I can't believe I fell for that cheesy date request. It was kind of cute though. Liam is sweet and definitely handsome, why not give him a chance? It's not like I have anything to lose, I mean chasing after a girl who is completely clueless is exhausting. Lord only knows what I'll see when I step through this door into "our" apartment.
Quinn softly shuts the front door behind her and starts towards the hallway leading to her bedroom. As she reaches the living room, her heart picks up the pace when she sees the TV on and an empty wine bottle.
'Nice get her drunk and get her done, right Tana.'
Quinn walks passed the couch trying her best not to look, but quickly loses the battle.
Holy shit! That's Dactle, I'm mean Tara. I so did not see that coming. Should I wake them? Maybe this is my chance to talk to Santana alone. I mean she has completely pissed me off tonight, but we have to talk about Valentine's Day. I can't keep putting it aside, not when I'm probably going to have to move on and figure out how to get over a girl that was never really mine to begin with.
The roommate decides not to wake the pair, instead walking to Santana's bedroom door and lightly tapping her request to enter. There's no response. She turns the knob hoping that Santana is alone, because she really doesn't want to walk-in on Jennifer getting off.
"Santana?"
The bed is still made and there is no sign of the brunette. She walks in further, peeking into the bathroom.
I guess she's still out. Britt must have gotten ahold of her, because she's knocked out. If San was missing, she would be frantic. I guess I can wait up a while.
The blonde picks up her towel from her room, before stepping into the hallway bathroom for a quick shower. As she lathers the shampoo into her hair, she hears faint voices. She slides the shower curtain aside trying to get a better ear full of the conversation.
Sounds like she's home. Maybe I should've woken Brittany up, I mean that was pretty messed up of me. In a way I knew Tana would get the same idea that I did, at seeing Tara and Britt asleep on the couch together. Judging from the way Santana has been acting with Britt, I'm sure it stung. I just hope she didn't bring Jennifer home with her. Fuck! I should finish up and go talk to her.
She rinses off her hair and shuts the water off, noticing that she no longer hears talking. She steps out of the tub, grabbing her towel to dry off.
"Mmm..Baby..."
'What the hell is that?' Quinn freezes in her place as she hears slight moaning.
"God-, right there…don't stop."
Jesus please don't do this to me. I know that's not Santana and fucking Jen. No…It's not…It has to be Britt and Tara. Yea of course it's Britt. The wine must be making it's effect. We all know how handsy Brittany gets when she's drinks. I'm worrying for nothing. I guess its Tara's lucky night.
Quinn can feel her heart trying to break free from her chest, as she tries to convince herself that her nightmare isn't taking place next door. The blonde quietly makes it out to the hallway, trying not to cry at the thought of her Latina with someone else. She knows she should go to her room and throw on some clothes, but her feet have other plans. She peeks into the livingroom, still in her towel and notices that Tara and Brittany are no longer on the couch. She sighs in relief as her mind settles on the fact that they must be the ones having sex in Santana's shower.
She decides that it would probably be a good idea to get into some clothes. The blonde heads toward her bedroom door but is detoured when she hears Santana's door open.
Quinn watches silently as Brittany softly shuts the Latina's door before turning around to make eye contact.
"Hey Quinn." The blue-eyed blonde takes a few steps towards her friend.
"Hey Britt."
"When did you get home? Is Liam with you?"
"Liam dropped me off about an hour ago."
"He seems nice….and very handsome."
"Yea- So, I see you've taken a liking to Tara." Quinn comments, wiggling her eyebrows up and down.
Brittany chuckles at Quinn's insinuation, before answering. "Yea, she's nice. Definitely someone I can hang out with."
"Among other things, Huh?" Quinn nods her head towards Santana's door. "Why hasn't Tara come out yet? There's no need to be shy."
"Huh?" Britt questions.
"Come on Brittany, I heard you guys in there. I figured you'd move your sleep over to a room, but Santana's shower? You definitely out did yourself this time."
Brittany drops her head, realizing that Quinn heard everything that took place in the bathroom and has no clue that the other culprit was her best friend.
"Quinn…"
"Britt, it's ok, really. I won't tell San that you had sexy time in her bathroom. I'm actually relieved that it wasn't her and Jennif-"
"Quinn, Tara's not here…she left a while ago."
"Oook, then who were you-"
She wasn't able to finish asking Brittany her question. Her breath catches in her throat, as she watches Santana make her way out of the room.
Brown eyes briefly meet hazel, before Quinn notices the Latina's wet hair. She sees that Santana is in a pair of sweats and a hoodie, the look of guilt is also obvious on the brunette's face.
Quinn fixes her attention back to Brittany, whose gaze remains on the Latina, as she sucks in her quivering lower lip. It's as if Santana's presence is making the blue-eyed girl nervous.
Realization starts to set in and Quinn can feel the urge to vomit rise from the pit of her stomach. She had been wrong in her assumption, this reality was far worse.
The sound of the sliding glass door to the balcony rips her attention away from Brittany, the hallway now void of a brunette.
"Goodnight Quinn."
I can't believe what I'm seeing. Say something you moron. Get some answers. Tell her to back the hell off, she had her chance. You're in love with Santana. React DAMN IT!
"Night Brittany." Is the only thing she can manage to reply, as she turns to walk into her room.
Now what, Huh? Quinn thinks as she leans her back against her closed bedroom door. She feels her cheeks burning red in anger as tears begin to stream down her face.
What the fuck am I supposed to do now? How could Santana ever love me? Of course, I was just a damn one-night stand. I knew she was using me to get over Britt. I let myself fall and for what?
She grabs her phone and begins to dial the only person who can help her through this mental chaos.
"Quinn? I hope you're not drunk dialing me because I have an early casting call that I simply cannot be late for." The line remains silent. "Quinn?"
"Rach…" She breaths out through a choked sob.
"I'll meet you downstairs in 15 minutes. I'm on my way."
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"Quinn, I know you're feeling a bit upset right now, but I'm going to need you to talk to me."
They sat at a nearby diner, after Rachel managed to usher a pajama clad Quinn down the street. The brunette was at a loss for words when she first arrived at the apartment building and took in the blonde's distraught state. Reaching across the table she takes Quinn's hand in hers.
"Quinn, please tell me what's wrong. I can't help unless you tell me wha-"
"The shower.."
"The shower? What about the shower Quinn?"
"They…They…in the damn shower!" more tears fall over pale cheeks
"I know you think I'm this gifted child that can read between the lines and is all knowing, but I'm going to need a little more then that."
Quinn takes in a deep breath trying to compose herself. Just the thought of saying the words make her feel sick. It's bad enough that her mind has been replaying the sound effects from that shower scene over and over again.
"Santana and Brittany had sex."
The brunette's eyes widen, as she avoids choking down the contents in her cup.
"I heard them…having- sex in her shower." Quinn clarifies, taking in Rachel's expression.
"Oh my God. Shit Quinn." She shuffles out of the booth and joins the blonde on the other side. Wrapping an arm around her friend, in hopes to provide some sort of comfort.
"I'm sorry you had to deal with that."
"I'm so stupid Rach. I knew they weren't over each other, yet I still put everything on the line. I dropped out of Yale on a fucking whim. I had to beg my father not to cut me off financially and risked my future and career on a hopeless girl." She wipes away at the fresh tears making their way down flushed skin.
"What happens now, huh? I watch them play house for a year, while I act like going for NYU's diverse and academically sound law program was the best decision I ever made? It might work, seeing as Santana actually bought that shit as my reason for transferring."
"Sweetie, you have to calm down. This is so messed up and I know you're hurt, but I promise everything will be ok."
Rachel can't help the anger that builds inside of her. She thought Santana had changed. Sure she knew that all three girls moving in together might be a bad idea, but she also knew that Santana had feelings for Quinn. The way Santana's face would light up when she would receive a simple call or text from Quinn when they lived at the loft together or how she would get up and leave the room to speak with a "Mystery" caller, it gave her away every time.
Rachel and Kurt knew exactly who said "Mystery" caller was, they didn't even need to ask what happened at Mr. Schue's failed wedding. Let's not even get started on Brittany, one minute she's frolicking around with Sam and the next she's bawling her eyes out claiming that she has to leave the reception because Lord Tubbington is about to relapse. Truth is she probably found out her ex was in the middle of exchanging sweet lady kisses with someone who wasn't her. All is fair in love and war, but why did Quinn have to get hurt?
"Thanks for coming over Rachael. This night has been a complete shit storm and I'm pretty sure I look like a damn disaster. Do you mind if I crash with you and Kurt tonight?"
"Sure, come on." Rachael stands extending a hand to her friend. "We both need some beauty sleep at this point." She winks at the blonde as she accepts her hand with a smile.
I can't go back to the apartment tonight. I need to gather myself before facing them again. I guess it's back to putting on the "nothing phases me" front, which I have amazingly perfected throughout my life.
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Santana's POV
"Hello?"
"Hey, were you asleep?"
"Dumb question at 3:00AM." Came the groggy response. "Is there a reason why you're calling me at this ungodly hour Santana or do you just enjoy torturing me?"
"What if I say both?" she smiles at the image of a sleepy, disgruntle Kurt.
"What if I hang up?"
"No, no…please, I just…I just wanted to talk. I know it's late or early depending on how you look at it, but you're the only one who-"
"Would be dumb enough to listen to your ranting at three in the morning?"
"Yes" She chuckles "And the only one who I trust enough to talk to about…you know…stuff."
"Go on, I'm listening." He makes his way out of bed and toward the kitchen for some water.
"Wait! Did you already sleep with Jennifer? Damn it Santana! I thought you said you were going to take things slow this time. You still have feelings for someone else. What the hell is wrong wit-"
"Fucking hell Hummel, I didn't sleep with Jen! Ok?"
"Oh…Well good…so what's going on?"
"I-I kinda…I kinda had sex with someone else."
"Fine, so you had a one-night stand with some sorority hopeful? I guess you've done worse."
"I had sex with Brittany…"
"Pierce?!"
"S. Pierce and I'm pretty sure I completely fucked up our friendship."
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" He shrieks into the phone. "Santana after everything you've been through. You spent months getting over her and for what?"
"Shhh! Kurt please, stop yelling before the Keebler Elf wakes up and starts asking to bake cookies."
He tiptoes over to Rachel's side of the loft and notices her empty bed.
"That's odd." He thinks out loud
"What?" Santana questions
"Nothing, it's just that Rachel-"
The sound of the loft door sliding open, catches Kurt off guard. He turns to see Rachel ushering in a red eyed Quinn.
"Kurt what are you doing up?" His roommate asks as she walks towards him, leaving Quinn behind.
"Uh…Uh-"
"Kurt what's going on over there?" Santana's voice rings through his ear.
"Um…NO PROBLEM I-S-A-B-E-L-L-E. I'll stop by your FAVORITE COFFEE SPOT at 9:30AM SHARP, to pick up your coffee order. I'm sure they'll LET ME KNOW EVERYTHING you usually get. OK?...I'm going now, Bye."
With that he hangs up on the Latina, hoping she picked up on his not-so-subtle meeting request.
"Rach, what were you doing out so late? Is everything ok?" He asks glancing over at the blonde who's silently occupying the couch. "Don't you have a casting call in a few hours?"
"I know, I know. Look Kurt, Quinn's having a rough night, please don't ask any questions. I just got her to calm down and I really need to get some rest. I promise I'll fill you in tomorrow." She pleads in a whisper, hoping that he'll just accept her explanation.
"Ok, whatever you say. Goodnight Rachel."
With a quirked eyebrow he makes his way passed the couch taking in Quinn's depressed state.
"Goodnight Quinn."
"I'm sure it was for Santana." Quinn mutters, knowing he had already walked away.