Still not any good?

There's Rachel's name flashing on her phone again for the fourth consecutive night.

Still not any good. Berry, this is stupid.

There she is, calling thisstupid for the fourth consecutive night.

It was Rachel and Kurt's idea—in effort to help her figure out her confusion about… everything, the twins told her to go on different dates and figure out what she wants all at once.

It all started after everything that happened last week.

Monday Last Week

Santana is seated beside Kurt—who is on a three-night marathon of America's Next Top Model—when her phone buzzes. She looks at her screen and the moment she sees the name of the message sender, Santana smiles.

Rachel catches this but doesn't say anything.

Tuesday Last Week

There's another text message and there's another smile from Santana—this time, they're in the dining table, sharing what could probably be the worst moussakashe ever tasted in her life.

This time, Rachel doesn't keep quiet about it.

"Who're you texting, Santana?" Rachel asks, soon as Santana starts typing a reply.

Santana smirks, "God. Asking him why I had to eat this moussakaof death."

Kurt snorts, "Hey. Rachel prepared this for four hours."

Rachel rolls her eyes, "Don't change the topic Santana Lopez –"

"Ooooh," Santana teases, "We're calling each other in full names now."

"Who're you texting?"

"Why do you care?"

Kurt only eyes them.

Rachel shrugs, "I just notice that you have been texting non-stop these days."

"It's none of your business, Berry. But for what it's worth, I'm not selling any body parts—if that's what you're scared of."

Kurt laughs.

"Kurt, will you focus?"

Kurt acts as if he's sealing his mouth with a zipper.

Rachel adjusts in her seat so that her whole body faces Santana, "Is this a new girl you're eyeing on?"

"That's impossible, Rachel," Kurt says. "It's probably Brittany, poor Brittany thinking Santana's only texting her for friendship—"

"It's not Brittany, okay," Santana dismisses him. "It's no one, no one you know."

Rachel and Kurt stop at this.

Wednesday Last Week

This time, both Kurt and Rachel see it.

There was another text and there was another smile, like it's almost automatic.

Kurt looks at Rachel and Rachel only gives Kurt the "I told you" look.

Thursday Last Week

They're all on the living room—Kurt on the large couch browsing through his laptop, Rachel sitting on the floor reading a script, and Santana on the smaller couch, well, texting—when Santana laughs, actually laughs, on a text message she received.

"What is it?" Kurt asks, on impulse.

In between silent laughs and efforts to reply, Santana says, "It'sQuinn, she said something really funny about her ex-boyfriend professor."

Santana misses the way Rachel's jaws drops. Rachel turns to Kurt and Kurt turns to Rachel. They couldn't believe it.

Friday Last Week

Santana is actually thankful that Kurt and Rachel decide to order in Chinese food this time—that way, she wouldn't have to eat any more of Berry's attempts in vegan cuisine.

They were all having a nice talk about how Mr. Schuester got Emma back when Kurt asks the question that have gone unasked since the wedding.

"Where were you after the wedding, Santana?" Kurt asks nonchalantly as if it didn't make Santana's heart skip a beat.

"Back at the hotel room, slept in," Santana shrugs, hoping that her roommates wouldn't pry. "Where were the both of you?"

"You both know where I was," Rachel says.

"I was with Blaine. Don't judge me, everybody hooks up at weddings."

"That's true," Santana says and immediately regrets it afterwards.

"So, you hooked up with somebody?" Kurt asks her, eyes now full with interest.

"What?" Santana asks then adds, "No. I'm part of the minority."

Rachel nods, "Do you know where Quinn was after the wedding?"

There it is. Rachel mentally taps herself for that.

Santana shakes her head, hoping her acting would convince two NYADA students (who is she kidding?), "No. Why would I know that?"

"Because," Rachel pauses, "You both came to the wedding as each other's dates."

"You were also dancing with each other the whole night," Kurt says. "If it isn't so impossible, I would think that you gals hooked up," he adds, trying to hide the fact that he's in equal parts nervous and excited about Santana's reaction.

Santana only freezes.

That's about the most reaction they get.

Saturday Last Week

It's Saturday and Rachel can't help it.

"Is it Quinn?" she asks Santana in the middle of their Final Destinationmarathon.

Santana looks at Rachel with an unreadable expression as Kurt puts the TV on mute.

"What are you talking about?" Santana asks, her voice laced with masked anxiousness.

"The one who texts you like every day and makes you smile like the way you smile when Brittany dances."

Now, this is getting interesting,Kurt thinks.

Santana only looks at Rachel.

"I get it now, Santana. You and Quinn were dancing when Finn and I were singing and then you disappeared right after that. The next day, you're texting someone you won't tell us who and the next thing we know, Quinn tells you something funny and you would laugh the way you never do even if we're watching Big Bang Theory," Rachel says in a breath.

Santana takes a deep breath.

"It's okay to tell us, Santana. We won't judge you—or Quinn, but as your roommates, I think we deserve to at least have a name of the person that makes Santana Lopez smile like an idiot, like all the time—"

"The same way you know about Adam and Kurt and Brody and I—"

"And you and Finn," Santana interrupts cautiously.

"And Finn and I."

Silence—a tentative one.

Rachel can tell Santana wants to say something.

"She doesn't know."

Santana finally says.

And for the first time in Rachel Berry's life, her heart broke for Santana Lopez.

Sunday Last Week

"I don't know," Santana says in frustration hugging the pillow closest to her.

She's been trying to avoid Rachel and Kurt's questions since last night but they don't seem to stop. Of course, this is Rachel and Kurt. They never stop. Santana knows she should have known better.

"What you mean you don't know?" Kurt, who has been lying beside Santana since last night, asks.

"I don't know, Hummel. It means I don't know," Santana bites. "We've been texting, yes. But we're not—"

"Not what?" Kurt interrupts.

"Anything with labels."

"I can't believe that the other person in question is Quinn," Rachel ponders.

Kurt only smirks and thinks, I've always known.

"So, she really doesn't know that you're in—"

"She doesn't know anything," Santana interrupts before Rachel says the one thing she's been so afraid of realizing.

"What do you guys talk about when you text all day?"

"Not all day, only when we have time—"

"Which is all the time," Rachel adds.

Santana rolls her eyes, "We exchange good mornings and she tells me about her coffee runs and how she hates her classes."

"Quinn hates her classes?"

"Not the point, Rachel."

"Sorry."

"At night, she tells me about her day, I tell her about mine."

"And you don't find anything weird with that?" Kurt asks.

"Of course, I do. I think it's weird because I don't tell anyone about my day, not even you both."

"True," Rachel nods. "So, why don't you ask her out?"

Santana's jaws drops, "Seriously, Berry? You're asking me that? This is Quinn we're talking about."

"One thing, Santana. Tell me the truth; did you hook up on Valentine's Day?"

Silence—a brief, tentative one.

"Kind of."

Rachel's eyes widen.

So does Kurt's.

"So..." Rachel hesitates for a moment, "Was she good?"

"Rachel!" Santana shrieks.

"Oh my God," Kurt says, still agape.

There's another brief silence probably caused by Rachel and Kurt's shock. Santana decides to break it anyway.

"Say something?"

"What are you planning to do?" Rachel silently asks.

Santana's eyebrows furrow at the question, "Uhm, nothing? She's Quinn, remember. Quinn's almost as straight as a ruler."

"There are bendable rulers now," Kurt counters.

"Touché," Santana nods convinced, but then adds "but that's not the point."

"What's the point?"

"The point is aside from Quinn being so straight, I'm not actually sure if I like her that way."

Rachel and Kurt only look at her.

"Look, I appreciate you trying to help me sort this out but there's really nothing to see here."

"That still doesn't explain how big you smile every time she sends you a text," Rachel says, confusion lacing in her tone.

"Fine, I admit. It's nice."

"Nice?" Kurt asks with a raised eyebrow.

"She checks on me every single time, asking if I have already eaten yet and reminds me to go to sleep early. In the middle of those, we talk about nothing really else, aside from that kid in her Lit class and that waiter at the bar. It's nice having a friend."

Rachel almost laughs, "Friend? Kurt never checks if I have eaten my lunch yet."

This shuts Santana up.

"Okay, girly," Kurt says sighing. He turns to her with the kind of look that told Santana he has a plan. "We're not asking you to go out there and ask Quinn out because we're not sure we're ready for that," he says, looking at Rachel for affirmation.

Rachel nods.

"But you have to figure out. It's been months of non-stop flirting. You have to at least know if you like Quinn."

"That sounded wrong," Santana says.

"Yeah, totally," Rachel agrees.

"What do I do?" Santana asks.

"Go out on a few dates," Rachel suggests. "That'll help you figure it out."

"What? How?"

Rachel only nods and says, "You'll know."

Today

And that's how Santana ended up on a subway on the way home from her fourth consecutive night out with one of the girls Rachel introduced her from NYADA.

I'm calling it. You like Quinn.

Santana rolls her eyes at Berry's text.

Great. Now, you know something about me that I don't.

She taps on her phone to wait for Berry's reply.

Known it since date number two.

How?

You told us Katherine isn't smart.

I don't get it.

You also said she isn't blonde.

Olivia is blonde and I still don't like her any better.

You also told us the girls don't wear enough dresses.

I'm a perv, I like leering.

Floral dresses.

I didn't say that!

Sure did.

God, Berry!

You like Quinn.

She sighs.

Maybe, she really likes Quinn.

It's not like she ever saw it coming. After she and Quinn did the deed on Valentine's Day, they seemed closer—closer than they ever were; and that's saying something because she had been friends with Quinn ever since Lucy.

They would text each other morning greetings; text each other during their free periods—Quinn at school, and Santana at work. They would call each other for no reason at all. They would talk about their day. They would Skype whenever they get the chance.

And, as if it couldn't get any worse, she hasn't stopped thinking about Quinn since that night. To top it off, it's not even about the sex. Sure, Quinn was a good lay but the reason Santana is thinking about Quinn isn't the sex.

She's thinking about Quinn and the little details that make Quinn… Quinn.

She's never thought about anyone else this way since Brittany.

Scratch that.

It's the first time she's thought about anyone this way.