Author's note: Ok, while waiting on chapter 18 of my other fic, I decided to write up another story, this time for Quinntana. I love the pairing and wanted to try to contribute. It probably sucks though.. and I would love to have a beta for this story as well, it won't be very long I don't think, just a few chapters, maybe around 4 or 5, depending on my insperation. That and if anyone is even interested. So, if anyone would be willing to beta this chapter and the other ones before I post, please, please contact me. I seriously would like the help to make my story better :D

This is set after blame it on the alcohol, but before sexy. Everything that has happened up to the blame it on the alcohol episode, has occured here as well. This is a prologue, more to come if any of you like it ok.. and If I can find a beta. *Hint, hint!*

Summary: Quinn is tired with Santana's attitude and how much more of a bitch she has become, all she wants is for her and Santana to be like they were before. Santana seems to not want anything to do with her however, but when something bad happens, she ends up on the former head cheerleader's doorstep.

Disclaimer: I do not own the awesomeness that is glee or it's characters.

Sorry if this sucks, I was bored and this is what my mind ran with, any constructive criticism is welcome, along with any reviews.. :D Rated M just in case, never know what might happen later on. And this is set under drama/angst, but, not to worry, that's not all it will be for the whole story.

I walk into the choir room for glee, 15 minutes late and with a scowl etched on my face. Karofsky had decided it was a good idea to slushy Rachel on the way here, and for whatever reason, the midget dared to walk close enough to where the slushy splashed both of us. Needless to say, I was pissed. I, of course told Karofsky where he could shove the next slushy he even thought of grabbing and bringing near me, then I blamed Berry for the thing hitting me in the first place. She ran off to the bathroom like I had kicked her puppy, or like I had kicked 'her'. Speaking of Rachel, she storms past me; her shoulder knocks into me in her haste to get to a seat. Her body freezes for a split second after realizing what just occurred, but doesn't turn around or try to apologize, just carries on to her chair like nothing happened.

I glare at her, then go sit down in the vacant seat next to Mercedes, who is quiet and looking pretty sad. She misses Kurt, we all do. He was just as important in this group as anyone and it isn't right that he isn't here with us in glee. At least we still get to see him, no way is Mercedes ever letting go of the tight friendship they have. Mr. Schuester is late as always, no surprise there. Bored, I glance around at everyone else; most of them are in some type of conversation. The quietest one in here, other than me, is the loudest of us all; man-hands Berry is sulking in her chair, arms crossed and eyes faced at the doorway. I seriously wonder what goes on in that head of hers; she probably thinks the same as she talks, loud, long and annoyingly.

My eyes fall on Santana next; she is sitting on Sam's lap, ruffling his hair, and looking at me with a smirk. She's doing it on purpose, being all over him like he is God's gift to women, she's such a bitch. Ok, I know this, but still, it hurts that she is a bitch to me when not too long ago, we were best friends. Now we are mere frienemies, at best. It doesn't even hurt as much as you think it would, that she took 'him' right from under me as soon as she got the chance. No, it has nothing to do with Sam and everything to do with her.

I look over to the door when hurried footsteps approach, Mr. schue is walking in, hat in hand. He stops in front of us and looks at us apologetically, "Sorry I'm late guys, Sue locked me in the teachers' lounge. Luckily Coach Beiste was close by and came to my rescue. Now, before you go home I have a new assignment for all of you to do over the weekend. Something that I came up with in hopes to bring at least some of you closer, there is still too much tension among you, and I know that has to do with the social latter and your varying personality differences. What I want for you to do, is draw a name out of the hat, and whoever you get, sing a song to them on how you feel about that particular person." Silence, dead silence, engulfs the room after he is done speaking. He has to be kidding, right? He wants us to sing about our feelings?

That might seem like a good idea in theory, and certain people won't have a problem expressing themselves, namely Berry, but the rest of us? He better be prepared for this, because there is no telling what this assignment will produce."Oh Quinnie..."

I snap my eyes over to Santana and sneer at the use of that horrible nick-name, "Don't call me that."

Her smirk widens, she knows how to rial me up and relishes in it, "You're up to draw tubers"

God, does she have to call me that? She makes me feel fat. I glare at her as I get up, then go over to the hat and draw a name. "Santana"

Her name leaves my mouth in a whisper, I want to take it back and lie, say its someone else, someone who doesn't hate me and want to ruin my life. God apparently is still punishing me. I look at her, to see her reaction, I'm not surprised when she stares back at me with a cold glare, but makes my equally cold heart, drop. I wrap a chain and lock around the beating organ, to keep it safe from anyone even attempting to get to it. My former friend is actually hurting me and I can't have that, she is making me weak with feelings and I know from experience, feelings get you nowhere but hurt and alone. All I wanted was my best friend back, but that isn't happening, so I'll keep my heart under lock and key until I leave this crap town, maybe then I will meet someone worthy of gaining the privilege of unlocking it.

Sitting back down, I watch as one by one five of the others draw names. Rachel calls out Brittany's name with a bright smile, who smiles back just as big. Lauren draws Finn with a sigh and a roll of her eyes. Puck winks at Tina as he unfolds his paper, and causes mike to wrap a protective arm around her. Artie says Mercedes' name softly and with a kind, happy smile. Then Sam of course ends up with Mike. Everyone, but Santana seems content with their partners, she is glaring at Rachel as the diva talks animatedly to Brittany. Santana's eyes turn toward me, as if she knows I am staring, her glare turns icy, and I'm sure if it were possible, my face would be melted by now. I don't bother to recuperate, I just roll my eyes and look away.

Mr. Schuester claps to get our attention, we all stop what we are doing and focus on him, "Great! One more thing before you leave, I want you to spend the weekend with the person you drew, before you choose the song. That way, you can get to know each other better and make a more accurate song choice."

His voice comes out excited, happy for us to spend time with each other and apparently giddy at his own idea. He isn't the only one, short stack over there is alight with excitement, Santana on the other hand is the polar opposite, she is practically murdering Rachel with her eyes. Oh and look, now she is trying to murder me too. My heart drops more, she really does hate me, she can't even stand the thought of spending time with me, how am I supposed to get through this weekend when my childhood friend doesn't want anything to do with me? Something tells me that this will not end well for me, I'm scared of being alone with this girl that I don't know anymore, afraid of what will happen to shatter my heart further. I miss my best friend.

Everyone gets up after that, chattering away again as they gather their things to head home. I wait until all of them has left before standing and grabbing my own belongings, then walk out and down the now empty hallways. Santana doesn't care about this week's assignment, nor about me, or she wouldn't have gotten out that room like a bat out of hell. We're supposed to be getting together this weekend, she should have waited for me so we could talk it over, but no, she ran away instead. I pull out my cell phone to call her, but stop in my tracks when I see her leaning against my car.

"Hey, you want to spend the weekend at yours or mine? Or we could-"

She holds a hand up, cutting me off with a bored and annoyed roll of her eyes, "Sorry Q, but I have better things to do than spend all my weekend with you, bonding or whatever. I'm sure you can choose a song without having to ruin my free time, Sam is taking me to get my breadsticks on later."

I can't let her see that what she just said, hurt, so I place my hands on my hips and stare her down, "Since when have you done a glee assignment half assed? What do you suddenly have against me, that you can't even spend a couple of days with me at one of our houses? You know what, I should be the one refusing this, you took my boyfriend!"

"Yeah well, you fucked up when you cheated on him with Finnocence, was it even worth it Q? Let's just not and say we did, and call it a day. You don't want to hang with me anymore than I want to with you, so I'm leaving, do what you want, I don't care." She sighs loudly and pushes off my car, unaffected by my anger, which makes me angrier and want to scream in frustration. I know she is right, about Finn, he wasn't worth it. I lied when I said I saw fireworks, I just wanted to feel something, but didn't, then lied so I could make myself feel better about what I did. And to hurt Rachel of course, come to find out, it wasn't worth that either. Finn isn't worth either of us, I know the munchkin can do better than him. Though I don't know where that better person is, because she will have to find someone who can put up with her type of craziness.

I go to look at Santana, but I'm met with her retreating back walking away from me, and to her own car. I clench my hands into fists, pissed that she took my zoned out state as cue to walk away. But right now, I don't have the patience to deal with her, and if I'm honest, I'm a bit frightened I will end up showing my vulnerability. I don't need for her to have anymore ammo on me to use at any given time, so I get in my car and with a last look in her direction, drive home.

"Hey Quinnie, you have a good day at school?" Mom greets me as soon as I walk through the door, and I wince at the nick-name for a second time today. Though I should be used to it by now, I hate hearing, it reminds me of bad times, like when mom was still with my father.

I walk into the living room with a smile and set my things down, then reply back. "It was fine, I'm going to go start on my homework so it'll be done for the weekend."

She smiles and nods before I lean down and kiss her on the cheek. "Ok honey, dinner will be done in a hour." Great, I'm starved.

I smile again, then exit the room with my things in tow. Life with mom since her separation with dad, has been pretty good, tense at first, but I can tell she is changing and is a better person without my father influencing her life, our life. She was there for me on the most terrifying day of my life, the day I needed her most, when I gave birth to my baby. Her showing up meant the world to me and the fact she left father, made it even better. I was of course, untrusting at first, she went along with dad 99 percent of the time and did nothing to stop him from kicking me out. But she is my mother and I couldn't toss her away, like they did me, not without giving her a chance.

Around half an hour into my boring, pointless homework, my mind drifts back to the former second in command cheerio, the one who never leaves my head for more than a couple of hours, at most. I keep thinking about her bond with Brittany, that doesn't seem the same either. Not since after she got together with Artie, Santana hasn't been the same, she is more bitchy than usual and takes most of her anger and frustration out on Rachel, and now me. The three of us have known each other since we were 10, we grew up together and all became best friends, then when we hit 13, Santana and Brittany started to become more. They had the strangest relationship, open, but when it came down to it, the always gravitated back to each other. But now, Brittany has Artie and Santana clearly detests it and destroy's everyone in her way at school, anyone who crosses her path or even looks at her, she blows up.

Sam isn't important to her, he is just a pawn and it's just a matter of time before she throws him aside for someone else to become her play toy. I had thought many of times that her and Brittany were meant to be, and maybe they are, but right now, B is happy and there is no way she would hurt Artie. I wish Santana would move on instead of going down this path of self destruction and hatred towards everyone, it won't be long before she loses what she does have with Brittany, before she loses me for good. I can't take this, not from her. This school has done nothing, but make us into the bitches we now are. We weren't always this bad, high school has changed us, turned us into power hungry girls that care about nothing, but image and putting fear into those we deem below us. Look what I have done to myself, all because of high school, peer pressure and stupid boys, I am a mother without her baby, a cheater, a bully. I thought before, that I don't know Santana anymore, but I don't even know myself. How do I fix it? How do I turn back into what I was, before the drama that is high school life, started? I don't know how.

"Quinnie! Dinner is ready darling!" Mom calls me down, making me sigh out and shut my notebook. I get up from my spot on the bed and trudge down stairs, tired and ready to just fall asleep and shut out the rest of the world.

Before I can make it to the kitchen however, I am stopped by the loud ring of the doorbell. "I'll get it mom!" I yell out to her, then stride across the short distance of the hardwood floor of the foyer, to the door, and open it curiously.

My eyebrow raises when I'm met with the girl who I've been thinking of, then my eyes widen when I spot blood pooling on her white shirt, in between her shoulder and chest "Santana!"

"Q" Is all she gets out before her glossy eyes roll back and she collapses, I gasp out and catch her without hesitation.

"Mom!" I scream out as I gently lay Santana down on the floor, my fingers press down on her neck, to see if she is still..alive. I let out breath of relief, but instantly start tearing at her shirt so I can get to where she is bleeding.

Mom's running footsteps echo and I hear her ground to a halt, "Honey, what is it? Oh my dear! What happened?" She quickly kneels down in panic and helps me remove Santana's shirt. We both gasp, at the bullet wound continuously pouring out blood, I waste no time in putting pressure on it.