"Can you please stop looking at him?" Santana asked, irritated.

"Sorry," Quinn said, now looking at Santana. "It's just that it's weird seeing him back here. I can't believe they only suspended him for a week, and they let him be part of the basketball team," Quinn said, now angry.

"Yeah, but at least he has to know not to mess with me again. I'm hoping it will be enough for the others to back off for a little more." Santana said. She honestly didn't know why the rest of the school wasn't harassing her as she expected. Maybe they didn't want to kick her while she was down, the bruises were only just starting to fade.

Things between them had been weird for the past week. Quinn wouldn't leave her side. She felt guilty for Finn taking out his anger on her. After all it was her lie, and Santana took the brunt of it. She had heard people talking about them. She heard what they said about Santana, what they said about them, and she was glad the brunette hadn't. She could only hope that mean hussed comments were all they would do.

"At least he sucks at basketball too, that makes me feel better." Santana said, a little smile on her face.

Quinn was strutting down the hallway looking for Santana. What she didn't know was that Finn was following her. She found the latina alone by her locker. She seemed to be lonelier these days.

"Hey San," Quinn said.

"Hey Q," Santana said with a smile, shutting her locker and resting against it, giving Quinn her full attention. "Did you need something?" She asked.

"I-I just wanted to hang out," Quinn said, suddenly shy.

"Oh, c-cool," Santana said, surprised. She had not expected Quinn to just want to hang out with her. Santana was the one to always propose spending time together. It was a pleasant surprise.

Then Santana looked up. Finn was creepily staring at them. Santana's whole demeanor changed. "You okay?" Quinn asked. She was about to turn around to see what Santana was looking at, but the brunette stopped her.

"Yeah, let's go somewhere else," Santana said. She grabbed Quinn by the hand and walked with her out of the hallway.

Finn was acting extremely weird. She was still freaked by him, and wanted nothing to do with him. She wanted to stay as far away from him as possible. She wanted Quinn to stay as far away from him as possible. Finn was not really helping by acting like a creep.

It certainly didn't help that Finn was singing songs to Quinn. At least that's what it looked like. As soon as "Hello, I Love You" started, Santana put her arm around Quinn's shoulder, suddenly feeling protective. She definitely did not like this. What she liked even less was the look on Quinn's face. Why did she look like she was enjoying it? She looked enamored.

Santana was disgusted at that and pulled the arm from Quinn's shoulder. Why did Quinn still like this asshole? How could she not see what a piece of shit he was. She had thought Quinn understood. She had thought all of them understood. Why wasn't anyone disgusted by him? Why did they all look at him like he was perfect? The only one that didn't look at him with admiration or lust was Puck.

When Finn finished the song and left the room, Quinn looked at him longingly. Santana, now pissed off, stood up and stormed out of the room. She had honestly thought she and Quinn had made progress.

After-school Santana found herself cleaning pools with Puck. He said he needed help and that she could have half of what they made. Santana knew that was a lie. He either wanted company, he wanted someone to be there with him because he had fucked up with one of the women he was sleeping with, or he wanted to talk to Santana about Quinn. They had a weird relationship. They knew they could count on eachother, but they weren't really that close. Sure, they were part of the same friend group, but they were pushed into it for popularity. They only talked about serious stuff when there was no one else to do it with.

"So…," Puck started, and Santana knew she was not going to like what he was going to say judging by the smirk on his face. "How big is it?" He finished.

"Bigger than yours for sure," Santana said, distracted. They were both getting leaves out of a pool.

"Come on, you gotta give me a number," he insisted.

"Honestly, you're disgusting Puck," Santana said.

"Whatever, I knew there had to be a reason why you never wanted to sleep with me. Nobody says no to a ride on the pucksaurus, only the ones that can't ride it." He said, moving his pelvis lewdly.

"God, you are such a whore. Why did you give a name to your dick? And why did it have to be that name?" Santana asked, a disgusted look on her face.

"Please, I mention the pucksaurus and all the chicks are right at my feet," he said.

"I'm not so sure about that. Is that a nipple piercing?" Santana asked. "I honestly thought I couldn't be more disgusted at you." She paused for a second then continued. "Did you bring me here for something in particular or did you just want to talk about dicks?"

"I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you. We both know that it's not going to be this peaceful forever. Just know that I'll do my best to help, but I'm not always going to be able to protect you. And don't say your bullshit about being tough. You're small, like really small." He said.

"I'm not that small," Santana complained. "And I know you're here for me, you didn't have to get all sentimental and shit."

"Cool. So…how big?" He made a gesture with his hands to signify a size.

Santana chuckled at him. Only he could have a serious conversation and go back to talking about penis sizes. "Bigger," she said with a smirk.

"Hey." Santana said as she entered her room. Quinn was lying on her bed reading a book.

"Hey, you're back," Quinn said happily, taking her eyes off the book.

"Yeah, just bringing home the bacon." Santana joked. She saw Quinn's eyes light up at the mention of her favorite food. "I didn't actually bring bacon." She clarified.

Quinn's face turned into a frown. "Oh," she said.

"I can ask mom to make some for dinner if you want," the brunette offered.

"I'm not really craving it right now," Quinn said.

They were in silence for a while. Santana sat down on the foot of the bed. They stayed in a comfortable silence, but Quinn knew Santana had something on her mind. "Tell me what's bothering you?"

Santana contemplated lying to her. Then she realized lying to a hormonal Quinn was not a good idea. "Do you love Finn?"

"What?" Quinn asked, confused. She thought the chat would be about something else.

"Do you love him?" She asked again. Quinn sat up.

"I-I don't think so," Quinn stuttered.

"I saw how you looked at him. Do you like him?" Santana insisted.

"I mean, I j-just broke up with him. I think toward the end of our relationship I felt more frustration towards him than anything close to love." Quinn hoped that answer would satisfy Santana.

"Do you like me?" Santana asked, looking at Quinn directly in her eyes, making Quinn slightly uncomfortable.

"Yo-you?" Quinn stuttered, surprised by the question.

Did she like Santana? Sure, she liked her as a friend, but did she like her as more than that? She had kissed her the other day, voluntarily, so she thought she did. And she of course found her attractive, she wouldn't have slept with her if she didn't. But saying all that out loud, admitting it to someone other than herself? Now that was scary.

"Yeah, me."

"I-I think so," Quinn said, unsure.

"Okay," was all Santana said. She was accepting small victories. "And I know that Finn and you broke up only a week ago, but I like you, a lot. I wanna be with you, and I'll wait for you, cuz I think you're worth it." Santana reached for Quinn's hand and gave it a small squeeze.

"T-thanks," Quinn said, nervous. What was she going to do?

Thanks for all the reviews, I love reading them. I know this is a short chapter, but I really didn't know what to write for this episode, I promise the next chapter is much more interesting. Take care!