"Why does it have hearts?" Santana whispered in Quinn's ear. They were sitting in the choir room, just the girls. Where were the boys? Santana had no idea. She was sitting next to Quinn. The blonde's concentration was on her little drawing of Rachel. But why did it have hearts around it?

"Because she's a lovesick loser, I thought it was obvious," Quinn said, matter-of-factly.

No, it's not obvious, Santana wanted to answer, but Rachel started talking. "Can I ask you guys something private?"

"Yes, you should move to Israel," Santana said. All of the girls laughed, especially Quinn. They were both clearly not over the fact that Rachel had opened her mouth about the pregnancy.

Rachel moved a stool so she was sitting in front of all of them. "It's about dating," she started.

"Jesus," Santana sighed.

"Not that I'm dating anyone. We all know Finn and I are no longer an item, and for the sake of the team, I broke up with Jesse." She was quick to continue. Santana could see Mercedes nodding along. "But let's just say I was dating someone. Let's just say, hypothetically, we went to a concert last Friday night, and then because my dads weren't home, we went up to my room and started making out." Quinn and Santana both had a disgusted look on their faces. "I-it was erotic and romantic. And then he said 'we should do it' then he asked me if I had done it before, and I, of course, told him no. He said 'It's no big deal', and I told him it was for a girl. What if he got really crabby and left and didn't even take home the Care Bear I won him playing skeeball?" Rachel finished.

"Would you please stop talking? You're grossing out my baby." Quinn said.

"You're grossing me out," Santana said.

Then they all started sharing their boy stories, except Santana and Quinn. Santana was disgusted at the guys in Glee, at guys in general.

"Jesus, I'm so glad I'm gay," Santana said under her breath.

Mr. Schue tried to help, but he really came up short. As the bell rang, and all of the girls were flooding out of the room, Quinn decided to speak some truth to Mr. Schue. "The fact is that women still earn 70 cents to every dollar that a man does for doing the same job. That attitude starts in high school."

Santana extended her hand for Quinn to high-five, the blonde did with a smile.

Mr. Schuester wrote 'Madonna' on the whiteboard and underlined it enthusiastically.

"What comes to mind when you see that name?" He asked.

"Genius," Rachel said.

"Icon," Kurt said.

"Hall of fame MILF," Puck said, which received a disgusted look from Quinn.

"So, we're all aware of Madonna's musical and cultural significance, which is why this week's assignment is to come up with a Madonna number." Mr. Schue explained.

All of the girls talked excitedly, but the boys didn't seem as enthusiastic.

"Uh, Mr. Schue? As a dude, Madonna makes me kind of uncomfortable." Puck said.

"Yeah, she's smoking, but can't some of us do something else?" Finn asked.

Santana was already pissed off. She actually liked the assignement, she wasn't going to let some stupid guys step all over that.

"Is that all you can say about her? That she's 'smoking'?" Santana asked Finn. "My god, how you even managed to get two girls is beyond me. No wonder none of them lasted. And Puck, I thought you were 'badass', how does Madonna make you uncomfortable?" She asked, irritated.

That received an outrage from both guys, but Santana was pleased with herself. When she looked to her right, she could see Quinn was too.

"Guys! It's come to my attention that many of you haven't been treating the young ladies of our group very nicely lately. You're disrespectful, bullying, aggressive, sexist, and I hate to say it, misogynistic." Mr. Schue said in a reprimanding tone. He directed 'aggressive' right at Finn. Santana was thankful that he was acknowledging it.

Mr. Schue proceeded to make a speech about what Madonna's songs meant.

"I'm still not down. And no chick intimidates Puckzilla," Puck said, and squeared up to Quinn, which earned him a look of disbelief from Santana. "I just don't think her music translates to show choir."

"Really? Well, I, for one, couldn't disagree more." Rachel said dramatically and stood up to whisper a song for the band to play.

As the beginning notes of Express Yourself started playing, all the girls excitedly left their seats. Santana left hers first, stepped down the step and extended her hand for Quinn to take as she came down the step. The song somehow ended with them being fully dressed up and in the auditorium performing for the boys, who seemed bored by the performance.

Santana was by her locker, just hanging out with Quinn. They were just chatting about songs they wanted to do for the Glee assignment. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Karofsky and Azimio appeared, both with a slushie in hand. The first one to throw it was Karofsky.

"Dyke," he said loudly for everyone to hear.

Then Azimio threw the slushie in his hand. "Tranny," he said.

They both laughed and high fived as they walked away. Santana was left humiliated and angry. Quinn next to her was too stunned to speak. The blonde simply grabbed her hand and led her to the nearest bathroom. In the bathroom there were some freshman cheerios.

"Ew, what is he doing here? The boys bathroom is next door," one of them said, disgusted.

"What if we had been changing? I don't want that freak watching me." The other said.

"Get out," Quinn said forcefully. None of them moved, and there were scoffs of disbelief. "Now," she hissed.

The cheerios decided to get out of the bathroom. They left Santana feeling even more humiliated.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked. She knew Santana wasn't okay, but she didn't know what to say.

"No," Santana whispered brokenly, but quickly recovered. "My eyes hurt."

"Okay, let me clean you up." Quinn started doing just that. She cleaned Santana's face as best as she could. The latina's face still looked a bit purple, not only because of her bruises, but now because of the slushie. Quinn could see Santana had tears in her eyes, and she knew it had nothing to do with slushie getting in her eyes. She wanted Santana to talk to her, but knew the girl was too humiliated to do it at the moment.

"I'm gonna take my contacts out, they're really hurting me." Santana said. She took her contacts out and put her glasses on. She hoped taking her contacts out would help with the tears, but it didn't, her eyes were even more watery. Quinn took her face in her hands and looked her softly in the eyes. This wasn't what Santana wanted, she didn't want Quinn to pity her. She felt even more pathetic now. "Let's get to class," she said, and walked out quickly.

Later that day, the two girls were in Santana's room. They often found themselves there after dinner. Quinn liked to sit on Santana's bed and watch the girl do her nightly routine. It made her feel at home. They usually talked while the brunette prepared for bed, but Santana was unusually quiet after the incident earlier in the day. Santana could feel Quinn's need to make conversation, and to avoid it she turned on her bathroom radio. Yes, Santana had a bathroom radio, she enjoyed listening to music in the morning. Like a Virgin was on. She started singing while brushing her teeth, but before she knew it, Quinn turned it off.

"Hey! I was listening to that," Santana complained with her mouth full of toothpaste.

"I don't care," Quinn said. "You can't keep ignoring the situation."

"I will ignore it for as long as I can," Santana said petulantly. She spit out the toothpaste and rinsed off her mouth.

"You can't, we have to talk about this. We need to take action on this or it will keep happening."

"We? Quinn, there is no we. I know we're doing all this stuff together now, but this is a me thing, you're not involved." Santana explained. She didn't want to be mean, she just wanted to protect Quinn. "What you can do is stay away from me at school until this shit blows over."

"No," Quinn said, irritated.

"And why not Quinn?"

"I'm not letting you go through this alone."

"This is not about me going through something. Quinn, I wanna protect you. You're pregnant, these guys are aggressive-" Santana was trying to make a point, but was interrupted by the blonde.

"All the more reason for me to intervene. We can try and do something before this becomes an issue." Quinn said.

"It already is an issue Quinn!" Santana shouted annoyed. Quinn was not understanding. "They're all looking at me like I'm a freak! The names they called me? Those hurt Quinn. The girls in the bathroom asked me to leave Quinn! It already is an issue. We can't do anything." Santana was shouting, but finally calmed down. "But I can take it. It'll probably blow over in a couple of weeks." Santana said, defeated.

"No. What if we talk to your mom? Maybe she could help." Quinn tried.

"Absolutely not. I'm not letting my mom worry again. What happened with Finn was already too much. If my mom gets involved it means legal action, it'll just be worse. They're not being physically aggressive. Just let me deal with this my way." Santana pleaded.

"Not being physically aggressive? They threw shit at you! I'm not letting you roll over and take it, what kind of example is that going to set for our kid?" Quinn asked. She knew she shouldn't have gone there, but it was her last resource.

"That was low Quinn." Santana said, eyes full with hurt. She hadn't even thought of her daughter. What was her kid going to think of her? Would she be ashamed of her?

"I'm sorry," Quinn said, ashamed.

"Look, I just want to go to bed. Can you leave, please?" Santana asked, wanting to be alone.

The blonde just nodded and made her way out of the room. Santana was left alone in her bathroom. She got inside her bed and cried herself to sleep.

The next day Santana was alone by her locker. She was getting her books for her next class when she felt someone next to her. The next thing she knew was that they had slammed the locker door against her head, making her fall to the ground. She could hear snickers and laughs.

"Pussy," the guy who attacked her said. "Oh, wait, you don't have one. Maybe I should cut your dick off if you're gonna embarrass the rest of the guys acting like this." The guy threatened.

In that moment she knew Quinn was right, she couldn't just roll over and take it.

"I'm a girl you piece of shit, I'm not one of the guys. You can't just push me around." She said, standing up and glared at the guy. She didn't even know who he was. She pushed him back, but he pushed her harder, making her fall again.

"Don't touch me you freak," he said, spitefully.

The boy left after that, but the rest of the students in the hallway were still looking at her and laughing. She knew she was going to have another bruise on her face, she didn't know what she was going to tell her parents. She then felt hands on her face, caressing the spot that was soon going to be purple. She looked up and saw Quinn's hazel eyes. She couldn't let Quinn see her like this, she couldn't have her thinking she was weak.

"I told you to stay away from me at school," Santana said, faking annoyance.

"And I told you, I'm not letting you go through this alone." Quinn said. "Even if you don't think it is, this is an us thing. We are an us now. No more me and I. We're a team." She explained.

God, I love it when she talks like that, Santana thought. And Quinn was looking at her so tenderly, she suddenly felt the need to kiss her or be closer to her. And considering they were in a very public place, she decided not to. She simply put her hands on top of Quinn's, which were caressing her face. Quinn decided to leave a kiss on Santana's forehead as a sign of affection.

Most of the students that had stopped to watch the altercation were now gone, disgusted at the affectionate exchange between two women. But Puck and Finn had stuck around, jaws tightening from jealousy at the scene in front of them.

Apparently Jesse was now a member of the Glee club. Santana hadn't really paid attention to when Rachel had gushed about him, but she thinks he was part of another show choir or something.

"What the hell? It seems like now everybody's doing things just to hurt my feelings." Finn complained.

Santana snickered at that. Finn looked back at her with a glare. "Sorry, it's just funny that you would think that because nobody actually gives a shit about you, much less your feelings." Santana said.

Before Finn could retaliate, Mr. Schue shut them both up. Santana really couldn't stand being in the same room as Finn. She was tired of hearing his shit all the time. She was tired of nobody caring that he was a piece of shit. How did everyone still see him with the same eyes? She couldn't give less of a shit about this Jesse kid, but if he pissed Finn off, then he was already on Santana's good side.

I'm back? This was extremely hard to write. It took me a lot of time to really think how I was going to manage the story going forward, but I think I finally have it. So it should defenitely be easier to write the next chapter. Thanks for all the reviews! And thanks to the ones following and favouring (is that a word?) the story! I love y'all.