A/N: I know it's been way too long, so please don't hurt me. School started and it's my senior year so I have to work my ass off so I can get into the colleges I want. Writing personal statements and essays have pushed my stories onto the back burner so I apologize. Enjoy!

The three girls by the lockers had quickly fallen asleep after having a hushed debate over what was bothering Quinn. In the end, they chalked it up to shock and the fact that they were essentially buried in the locker room. That's enough to get to anybody, so they figured she just needed some alone time and after some sleep everyone would be fine.

Santana, however, was the first to awaken and intended to question Quinn on her theory that the other two girls had dismissed. But something didn't sit right with Santana that made her think that it was more than earthquake aftermath that was getting to her friend. So, carefully removing herself from between a still sleeping Brittany and Rachel, Santana quietly made her way back to the doors where she was sure Quinn went. And right she was because there slouched with her back against the door was Quinn.

"Hey blondie," Santana said gently, testing the waters before continued. Normally she would be much more abrasive but she didn't want to create more drama while they were trapped here together.

"San," Quinn said curtly, staring at the ground rather than making eye contact. Deciding that it was safe to continue, Santana moved and sat next to Quinn.

"Are you gonna tell me why the freakout happened back there?" she asked bluntly.

"Nope."

Santana sighed, "well I'm gonna tell you what I think and please tell me I'm wrong because it would suck to lose a friend over prejudices like this." Quinn finally looked up and quirked an eyebrow at Santana, who continued talking. "So yeah, I really hope I'm wrong but I think that you're weirded out by the lady love happening in here."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you don't like the fact that we're going gay in there, it makes you uncomfortable," Santana was trying to keep her temper, starting to feel herself getting angry regardless of the fact that Quinn hadn't said anything bad yet.

"Santana it's not exactly new information that you're gay," Quinn defended herself. "If I had a problem with that I would've started avoiding you long ago, Kurt too."

"Well then what the hell was that back there? Was it because it's three people instead of two?"

"No," Quinn knew she should've taken the easy out and said that that was what was bothering her but she couldn't do it.

"Then what?" Santana was pretty annoyed at this point.

"It doesn't even matter," Quinn mumbled and dropped her head again as tears began to pool. This didn't go unnoticed by Santana, who's demeanor immediately softened when she saw that her friend was hurting.

"Hey, please talk to me," she whispered as she put an arm around Quinn's shoulder.

Quinn immediately tensed at the contact but she wanted it so badly that she didn't pull away. Instead, she just leaned into it and let Santana comfort her.

"I just can't," Quinn whispered as tears fell silently.

"Can't what Q?" Santana asked as fingers skimmed through sinfully soft blonde hair.

"One is bad enough but three..." her voice trailed off and Santana's confusion grew by the tenfold.

"Stop speaking in riddles," Santana laughed weakly. "Just tell me. I might have judged you harshly before but you can trust me with whatever now, I'll listen."

"I-I," Quinn stuttered.

"You?" Santana asked.

Deciding words weren't really going to work at this point in time, Quinn just picked up her head and took what she had been scared to take for so long. Santana's eyes widened in suprise before relaxing into the desperate kiss that Quinn had launched on her.

Oh, this actually makes a lot of sense now. She's jealous or Brittany and Rachel.

Quinn pulled away with a gasp and tried to pull herself from Santana's embrace. But Santana wasn't letting go.

"It's okay," she murmured against Quinn's ear as she pulled the blonde closer.

"No it's not," Quinn starting shaking her head. "I can't do this nobody will accept it."

"Brittany and Rachel would probably be okay with letting you see me," Santana offered. "I'd actually really like that."

"I don't want to be a seperate part of that!" Quinn cried and suddenly everything made sense.

"Oh," Santana said to herself. "OH!" she looked at Quinn and couldn't even believe what she was hearing. "One if bad enough but three. You wanna be with all of us?"

Quinn just nodded before starting to cry again and burying herself against Santana's torso. Santana rubbed circles on the girl's back while taking in the information she had heard. Sure she would be love more than anything to be with Quinn too but what about Rachel and Brittany? After all, what are the odds that all four girls had feeling for the other three? Santana knew that she had feelings for Quinn and that Brittany had at least admitted that she found her fellow blonde to be attractive but Rachel was a wild card.

"Quinn we can do this," Santana tried to reassure the girl in her arms.

"Rachel and Brittany don't even want me," Quinn's voice was muffled against Santana's torso.

"We don't know that."

"Even if they did we wouldn't really be able to be together. People are bad enough towards gay couples here but all four of us? There would be a witch hunt."

"Well who said anything about being out? Because I'm not even ready to be out with one person let alone three. Not here, after high school when we get out of here is another story."

"We?" Quinn asked, her voiced laced with skepticism.

"Yes we," Santana replied firmly.

"Maybe Rachel can get out of here but I know I'm gonna be another Lima Loser."

"Dammit Quinn!" Santana spat out causing Quinn to flinch and lift her head to make eye contact. "Just stop. If you end up a Lima Loser it's only because you didn't even try. All four of us can make it out all we have to do is put some effort into it. Don't you dare give up Quinn Fabray or I will go all Lima Heights on your ass."

Quinn couldn't help but giggle at her friends tagline, but she quickly grew somber again. Santana sighed and decided it was time to be a little motivational.

"Rachel's going to Julliard, Brittany too if she wants. There are tons of schools that you and I could get into in the city Quinn. We both have the grades to get accepted and get scholarships. And then between the four of us we can totally afford an apartment in the city and be happy."

"There isn't even a four of us yet," Quinn mumbled, still feeling unconvinced.

"But there so easily could be," Santana said for herself as much as Quinn. "We could go to New York and people won't be so judgmental of us."

"Four people together is weird everywhere."

"Not as weird in New York," Santana fought back.

"We keep taking about the future when the present is so obscure, it's unfair to both of us," Quinn deadpanned, not wanting to get anyone's hopes up.

"Well then it's our job to secure the present," Santana stood up, determined to find out whether or not this would work at that very moment. If she had learned anything while being stuck in the locker room it's that not holding back could lead to things you never thought possible. And this relationship quadralateral was pretty out there but she had three out of four pieces thus far and she was going to fight to complete it.

"Santana stop don't!" Quinn shot up and grabbed Santana's wrist. "If you tell them and they say no it ruins everything. We can't even been friends."

"And if they say yes we'll have everything we ever wanted."