A/N: Okay, so it's been forever since I posted. I think I said my next chapter would be in May, so I apologize for the excessive time gap from May to now. I finished uni, I moved back home, got a job etc, and the time from may onwards has just been spent seeing my friends before we all move off to different parts of the world etc, which I needed to do for my own sanity. It's a pretty long one this one, and I hope it makes up for the huge delay in posting it. Thank you to those who are still following the story and leaving reviews. It helps motivate me more to write it. :) Enjoy!

Something inside her was telling her that there was a possibility she had been just the slightest bit harsh to Quinn. Santana had spent the last three days camped out at Dani's house, being weighted on hand and foot, with the exchange of cooking them dinner and treating the girl to a bunch of flowers and breakfast in bed one morning. Even though Santana barely knew her, she was incredibly grateful that she had found someone who she could talk to and spend time with who would take her mind off of her troubles without letting her have any time to think about it. It was exactly the kind of friendship she needed with someone, and although Santana had everyone from Glee club to talk to and vent her frustrations to, it wouldn't have been the same. People like Sam, Brittany, Mercedes and Puck knew her too well, and not that there was anything wrong with that at all, but it would lead to them figuring out the girl that she was referring to, and when Finn outed her, she swore to herself that she would never mention sexuality to any of them again, especially someone they knew, like Quinn. With Brittany, it was just awkward to tell her, especially since they spent near enough their entire high school years having some sort of secret relationship, even if it did take Santana three years to admit it. She was at least 90% over Brittany anyway, but it still doesn't change the history they shared together.

Santana and Dani had taken a trip to one of Dani's favourite spots just outside of the city to relax. It was a relaxing spa day at a resort that was specifically an lesbian 'adult only' site, with no one under the age of twenty-one allowed in. Of course Santana still kept her fake ID, and it was a pleasant surprise to see Dani had also been keeping 'Dani McNeeves' in her purse for special occasions. It was a beautiful building inside and out; two incredibly beautiful women holding a sealed bag of fresh towels and a dressing gown each, outside a tall white mansion resort greeted them. "Good morning, ladies," one of the women smiled at them, "Welcome to the Madison Resort, here to relax the gay in you. I trust you'll be having the secret dungeon under the house for your weekly kinky domination session again, ma'am?"

Santana's eyes deadpanned over to her right, staring at the red-faced woman beside her, "Excuse me? You brought me to a sex mansion?"

"Real funny Cate, you know how to make a great first impression," Dani rolled her eyes and smiled, quickly grabbing the package from the woman's hand, "You know, next time remind me to never make friends with someone at a bar." Cate burst into fits of laughter, as did the other girl standing in front of Santana.

The expression on Santana's face hadn't changed since the sex dungeon was mentioned, "There's a sex dungeon here?"

"I can show you if you want, but I must warn you, I don't start slowly with newcomers," the other woman, and also the way more attractive one, smirked, passing over Santana's spa pack. Santana felt her legs start to get weak, but she held herself up, "however I can tell from your eye that you like it rough anyway."

"Jesus, you'll give the girl a heart attack!" Cate grinned, "No, this is a one hundred percent sex dungeon free zone, so don't worry, April won't be dragging you into a dark room just yet."

Dani wiped a stray hair from her face and started walking towards the door, "Okay well we're leaving you now, have fun standing here by yourselves while we stare at girls all day!" Santana smiled nervously at them both before quickly rushing off after her. "Is it possible for you to get any redder?" Dani laughed, nudging her.

"Look okay, I just wasn't expecting her to start talking about sex dungeons, and then taking me into one to start me off relatively slow, it was… something," she blew air up at her face and wiped her forehead, "besides, it's really hot out, okay?"

Dani pushed open the main door and held it for Santana until they were inside, and then led her into the changing rooms. "So, what do you wanna do first, your choices are the massage, the hot tub, facials, seaweed wraps, hot stones or April?" She smirked at Santana as they both got changed into their bikinis and robes; Santana hadn't expected to be getting her spa on, so she borrowed one from Dani.

"Okay, can I do all of those things whilst doing April?" She laughed, throwing her belonging and bag into the locker and placing the lock on it, "because I definitely have time for all of that."

A couple hours later, after experiencing four of the options on the list, Santana walked back into the changing rooms from the shower and got changed, feeling refreshed and relaxed. It was like all of her stress and anger had been pulled from her body and replaced with the inner peace of Mother Teresa. Although now all of the pent up frustration and fury had gone, she felt a little guilty for how she had treated Quinn and how she had just left her without a word to her in two days. There had been no texts, no phone calls, no more visits to Dani's house, and Santana was starting to feel like she needed to try and sort this, even if it was too late. Rachel had only text her twice asking her if she was coming back as Rachel likes to cook them a family meal three times a week in order for them to connect and make time for each other in their busy schedules. There was also a text from Kurt asking her to fix the feud between them, because Quinn was being a depressed 'bitch', in his words. According to him, Quinn had been telling Rachel that they just had an argument on the night out, but not really mentioned what about. These texts were the only time she felt bad about it all, until now.

She checked her phone in her locker and noticed there was a text from Quinn on her home screen. She opened up her messages, and read the text.

I'm sorry. Please talk to me. Q

Santana sighed, placing the phone back into her bag as Dani walked up behind her, "Are you okay, Santana?"

"Yeah I'm fine, I think I need to go back to the apartment though. I've been ignoring this for far too long, and it's not okay to leave it like this," she sighed and took off her towel, throwing on her t-shirt and track pants. "Would it be okay to drop me back at my place?"

Dani smiled, "Sure, no problem," and placed her items into her bag, "Did you wanna have lunch first, or go straight back?" She zipped up her jacket and grabbed her bag, closing the locker and followed Santana out into the main reception.

"Well, I guess lunch wouldn't hurt first, I'm starving," her stomach growled lightly, "Perfect timing too."

They walked out of the main doors and towards the gate, Cate and April stood in the same place as before, greeting two other guests as they drew closer. The two middle aged ladies walked away and April turned her head, "Going so soon? We didn't get to introduce Santana to the staff steam room."

"Keep it in your pants, A, I'm sure we'll be back and you would have found someone else to pry on," Dani shook her head, "Drinks soon though? Next week sometime?"

"Sounds great, we'll be there. Usual?" Cate grinned, clapping her hands together.

April turned to her, "Do we ever go anywhere else? It's the only place they believe our IDs. Santana are you up for coming?"

All eyes turned to her and she smiled back at them all, "Of course, Rosario Cruz is always ready to get her drink on."

"Well, I'll text everybody later and see when we're all free. Catch you later!" They both started walking away from the two girls.

"It was nice to meet you both, even if I am gullible enough to believe there was a sex dungeon here," She grinned at them and turned back round to carry on walking. "Wow, I really was gullible. That's a first."

"Thanks for dropping me off, I really appreciate everything you've done for me since… you know," Her eyes rolled, "So thank you."

Dani pulled the car to a stop outside Santana's apartment building, shaking her head, "You've thanked me three times this car journey, Santana, are you really that nervous to go in there? Because you are welcome to stay at mine if you need more time or whatever, I really don't mind. You could just grab your uniform and come back."

"I'm just not really sure what to say. I'm not usually a 'thank you' type, everybody thanks me for telling them the truth, usually… Unless I've been a complete asshole, such as the other night, where I thanked everybody outside the club." She sighed, "I'm just not sure I'm ready to face whatever it is between me and her, you know?" Her head flung back onto the headrest and her body sunk into the seat, "Can you do it for me?"

The girl laughed, "If it was that easy, I would have done it the other day when she came over. You're not the easiest person to read, and I know I've only known you for a little while, but, if there's one thing I've learnt about you, it's that you have fucking balls." She slapped Santana's leg playfully, "Now go up there and sort it out before I fire you."

"Okay, okay," Santana laughed, "Fine, I'll go, but you can't fire me anyway, you're not the boss."

"I am very persuasive," She chuckled, "Now get out of my car, I'll see you for work tomorrow."

Santana opened the door and climbed out, slamming it behind her, "I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you, again."

Dani started driving slowly down the street, "If you thank me again I'll give you the other black eye!"

She shook her head and smiled as she opened up the building's door and walked up the stairs.

There was no doubt in her mind that she would owe Dani an awful lot after putting up with her for the days spent there. She wouldn't let her buy any food, she looked after her eye, cooked and cleaned for her, and let Santana rest the entire time, and not just anybody would do that for someone they had only met a few times at work, or at a bar once. The girl was definitely a keeper in Santana's friend book, which has a few specially selected people in there under UV pen in her head, but she'd definitely make sure to pay for all her drinks on their night out. Dani was a fucking Godsend, but an even bigger one was behind the door she was facing, and very reluctant to open.

Her entire body felt stiff, moving her arm towards the door was a struggle in itself and with every inch it got closer to the handle, her eyes squinted even more. She knew she was getting a complete and utter verbal slap from Rachel for ignoring her texts, the look of disappointment and relief from Kurt, which he had perfected over the years, and the look of devastation from Quinn. Just seeing her face so hurt and broken on Dani's doorstep made Santana's heart drop, but she wasn't thinking when she spoke to her last, and the only thing that really bothers her about this is that one, single look that the girl she's idolized, and has that connection with, sports on her face when she's upset, mad, or in this case, confused and alone, is enough to stop anyone in their tracks and think about what they've done. She took the plunge and slid the door open, to see Kurt sat at the table with a mug of coffee in his hands. No sign of Quinn or Rachel.

"Well, if it isn't Queen Runaway herself," Kurt stared at her with his look of 'I'm glad you came to your senses, but you're still an asshole' not far behind.

"Where's Quinn?" Santana asked, walking into the apartment and looking around the house, "She hasn't gone, has she?"

Kurt sighed, "No, she's in the shower, but I think she's about to book her flight home soon. She's been in there a while, so she'll be out-" He was cut off by the door to the bathroom opening, and Santana's stomach flipped violently. Oh shit. "Or she'll be out now."

Quinn stepped out of the bathroom and stopped as she spotted Santana trying her best to show that she wants to talk through eye communication, and quickly carried on into Santana's bedroom.

Santana slumped into the nearest chair and dropped her face into her hands, elbows rested on the table in front of her. "And so it begins."
Kurt stood up, grabbed his mug and drunk the rest of it, wincing over the heat on his tongue and throat, sighing in relief as he finished. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I just remembered that I don't, so I'm going to head out and keep Rachel from coming back until later. Don't fuck it up, Santana. She's one of the best things that has happened to you in a long time. Try and keep it that way."

"Real nice, Kurt, thanks." She grunted as he picked up his bag and headed out the door.

It felt like an eternity that she had been sat by herself, when it reality it had been twenty seconds since Kurt had left. Quinn hadn't come out of the bedroom but she could hear the faint shuffle of her feet along the floor behind the curtain as she fixed herself up. Every minute after that she spent in the awkward silence felt as though she had aged two years. Her hands wrapped around the warm cup of hot chocolate that she had made herself, in hopes of 'taking the edge off' the un-comfortableness she was feeling. She stared at the steam rising from between her hands, hoping that it would turn into an insightful genie and offer her three wishes so she could ask for this to have never happened. So her and Quinn were okay, and not battling over who goes to speak to whom first. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before pushing herself off of the chair and walking towards her curtain separation. "I bought a bottle of wine, would you like a glass?" She put her hand against the curtain, wondering whether to pull it back, but Quinn may not want her to. The last thing Santana wanted to do was make it even more awkward between them if she's standing there in her underwear or something.

"Erm, sure. I'll be out in a second."

"Okay… Cool." Cool? Of all the things that you could have responded with, Santana. 'Okay, cool'? Good one.

Her hand slid down the curtain as she walked away into the kitchen towards her jacket pocket, to pick up her cigarettes and phone. She searched between the multiple pockets until she found both items, picked up her lighter from the table and shuffled nervously to the other side of the room, opening the large window that led to the fire escape. Her hand reached out to the ledge, gripping it tight to pull herself out of the house to perch on the cold metal steps, where she slid a cigarette between her teeth, lighting it quickly as she breathed in deeply. There was a breeze outside that glazed over her skin, causing goosebumps to appear on her arms. Her left hand quickly rubbed against her arm, trying to warm herself up a bit, although it didn't do much. The cold was the least of her worries for now. All these thoughts about what she could muster up and say to Quinn, like an adult, instead of being a moaning, irate teenager like she usually acts like, plagued her mind.

She couldn't stop thinking about how the conversation would go down. Whether they'd be fine, talk about it sophisticatedly, or worst case scenario, Quinn could end up stabbing Santana repeatedly, leaving her on the floor to bleed out as she left to catch her plane back to Yale. She knew the latter wouldn't happen, but them being together has been so unpredictable since the night of the wedding, that anything was possible. Although dying in that way wouldn't be the most convenient way to die, as she'd always hoped of something a little less dramatic. Passing away in her sleep, or maybe getting hit by a passing milk float on their daily rounds in a very suburban area, would be her top two ideal ways to die. Santana didn't know why her mind wandered in situations like this. Maybe it was due to the fact that she had never really had a serious conversation before, where she believed that she was actually in the wrong. Nothing since high school anyway, but that was only for petty things with Brittany, which didn't count, because the girl always made Santana feel invincible, like everything would be fine regardless, but at this moment in time, she couldn't predict what would happen, and that scared the shit out of her. A lot.

Her phone vibrated in her lap, jolting her out of the little daydream she had emerged herself in. She reached down and looked at the screen, to see Rachel's name and 'new message' underneath it. Santana felt her body just relax into a pile on her knees for a while. This girl just doesn't give up. Her finger slid across the screen, unlocking her phone and presenting her with the message.

Santana, I know Kurt is keeping me out for some reason, so I'm going to take this as you're back home and talking things out with Quinn. Please, just fix this, and we'll talk later, because I want to know what the hell you were even arguing about. I'll be home within half an hour. I care about both of you, so just fix this friendship and move on.

She closed her eyes and breathed out heavily, before finishing her cigarette and throwing it over the side of the railings.

Yes, I'm home. Please chill your shit, I'm here to sort it, not cause World War 3. Also, please bring me back some cigarettes, I've only got enough to last me a few hours, and if you don't, World War 3 is what you'll get.

Santana climbed back into the house and immediately jogged to the kitchen, forgetting that Quinn was only getting changed from the shower, and would be out soon. She stretched her neck sideways and popped the cork in the wine, pouring it evenly into two tall glasses. The curtain behind her pulled back and faint footsteps were heard coming towards her from behind. Another deep breath in and out, she threw the cork into the bin and picked the glass up, placing it in front of the girl. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept for days. Her eyes were starting to get dark and her nails were bitten down to an unusual length for her.

"Thanks," she half-whispered at Santana with a small, faint smile.

"It's okay," Santana managed a slight smile herself, before sitting back at her seat. "So, how are you?"

Quinn's mouth shrunk into a tight-lipped grimace, "Well yeah, I've been better. How about you?"

She nodded her head slightly, "I've not felt this shitty in a while, I guess."

"Well, you and me both then."

"I guess so." The silence returned for a small while as they sipped their drinks slowly, both trying to avoid the inevitable talk. "I'm sorry, Quinn."

"You're apologizing? That's a first," her eyebrow raised as she downed her glass, quick to pour another one.

"I've been a total bitch, and I'm not going to deny that. I shouldn't have freaked out at you, and I shouldn't have left you feeling like this. I just didn't know what to do, okay?" She squeezed the bridge of her nose, "You know I have a tendency to fuck up, Quinn."

She stayed silent, staring at the wine swirl around the glass as she tilted it back and forth. Almost like she was waiting for Santana to carry on, which she caught onto pretty quickly. "I've not been the biggest saint myself, I've done stupid shit after believing things someone has said too. I should have spoken to you straight away, and I'm sorry that I packed my shit and got out of here without hearing you out fully. You should have known that I wouldn't take you to a club and then start getting with somebody else, and I thought you could have seen that I care a lot about you. I may have been like that in high school, but that's not me anymore."

Quinn's breath got heavier as she continued to play with her glass, "I know, and I'm sorry that I jumped to conclusions. It's just the way you are with Dani... I don't know. You're so friendly already after a short time, that with the picture on top of that, I just… It's hard for me, Santana."

"You think I'm trying to jump on Dani?" Her voice raised in anger, "I'm not into her! Are you serious?"

"Look, can we just have one conversation where we don't argue please? I know I'm not exactly helping the situation." She sighed, "I'm not saying you're into her, I'm just jealous of the relationship you have with her. I won't see you much after I leave, Santana, I was drunk and I got way too emotional about not seeing you. Then Sophia showed me the photo, and it looked like you were kissing her, and it just reminded me of how I won't be able to do that when I'm back at Yale."

Santana was staring off into the distance, trying to hold back her rage. "We don't even do that in public now, Quinn. You're still confused about what you are, and that's okay, I'm totally okay with that. What I wanted to know was why you kissed her."

"I told you, she followed me into the bathroom, persuaded me to let her in, hugged me and told me it'd be okay, and then she kissed me. I pushed her off, she started frantically apologizing, and then I kissed her." Staring at her drink, she finally took a sip, "She was pretending to have a panic attack and fake crying, which I thought was real, and then I don't know, something came over me. I felt bad for the girl and I didn't think about it. I'm sorry, S. I don't know what I was thinking." Quinn flicked her head, facing it away from Santana and tried to discreetly wipe a tear from her eye. "I don't know what else to say."

Santana topped up their glasses, "I know. I heard you the first time."

Silence crept up quickly between them, as they slowly drank the wine and took turns in sighing lightly. The conversation was not one that neither Santana nor Quinn wanted to have, but it was one that was needed regardless of how they both felt. There was no way Santana could hold this against her for long, she would have done the same thing if it was the other way round, just like Quinn had said in their last conversation.

"So do you have anything you want to say to that? Or are we just going to sit here quietly?" Quinn's hands rubbed against her knees, wiping off the thin layer of sweat that developed within her clutched fists.

"I can't stay mad at you, Quinn. We can argue until you turn blue in the face, and I said only you because this skin doesn't turn any lighter," they both laughed under their breath as Santana shook her head left and right, "But I won't be able to forgive you straight away for this. It's going to take time, because right now it feels like you don't trust me, and I can't start to build a relationship with someone if there's no trust."

"I know," The sides of her mouth curled up slowly, "So you still want to try and work through this?"

"My feelings haven't changed, Q. We're just back to where we started, minus the drunken sex and the still not knowing what we are." She placed her hand on top of Quinn's, which was still at home on her knee. "But for now, we're just going to have to see how it goes."

Quinn's face lit up and her smile grew bigger, "Okay, that sounds great. I'm sorry. Again."

Santana shook her head, "Don't apologize, it should be me apologizing to you." She leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on the girl's temple, "We'll figure it out, Q. We always do.

Santana's phone vibrated on the table. Another message from Rachel.

Okay, I've bought you cigarettes, although they thought my ID was fake, which it obviously is, but my acting skills are spot on, and I gave him a full backstory of my 22 year old's life. Also do you know why Brett is being weird with me? I kinda asked him if he wanted to hang out, and he hasn't replied. I'm still angry at you, by the way. You also owe me $8.

She grinned, "Until then, we're gonna need to figure out what to tell Rachel, because she's pretty pissed at us and knows whatever you guys have been telling her is a lie. She's been texting me since I got home, and has told me I'm also going to have to tell her why Brett is acting weird with her. The poor girl does know how to pick them, doesn't she…"

"Yeah, I know. Wait, what do you mean? She knows how to pick them?" Quinn's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she took the final sip of her wine.

"Well, Thom came outside with me the other night to the fire escape, and we were talking about how Kurt was hitting on him even though he was straight, and-"

"Wait! Thom was straight? I thought at least bisexual!"

"Nope, he's a hundred percent straight apparently, although Brett is gay."

The girl's eyes widened, "Shut. Up. Rachel's gone for the gay one, and Kurt went for the straight one? This is the best thing I've heard all week. So what has she said?"

Santana laughed, "I know, it just keeps getting better doesn't it! But yeah, apparently Rachel's asked him to hang out, and he's not replied."

"Jesus Christ. It's all going off now, isn't it? So we'll have to tell her that, plus why Sophia ended up bruised and beaten. She's been pestering me for days about why Sophia ended up with a black eye and a cracked jaw, and why we've been arguing." She shook her head, "I won't lie, seeing her reaction to it was one of the best things I've ever seen."

Santana smiled, "Oh really?"

Quinn's eyed widened, "Oh yeah. Her eyes were huge, she raised her hands to her face and let out this proper cinematic scream that lasted about five seconds, before fanning herself and downing two glasses of champagne that were on the table."

She burst into fits of laughter, gripping the side of the table as tears, "I can literally imagine her doing exactly that, but with the stage light shone over her, with nothing else in sight."

"I know, tell me about it!" Quinn smirked, "Always one for the dramatics."

She nodded, "She wouldn't be Rachel without it! Also, if I'm completely honest, another reason I had such a grudge against Sophia, was because when we were outside, Thom also told me that Sophia was trying to hit on you majorly, and he asked me what your deal was. I didn't know how to respond, other than 'that's kinda up to her to say', so I guess because I couldn't say anything else, because you know, we didn't really talk properly about anything before, I got pretty jealous over that, too. Plus, Sophia was purposefully flirting with you to hurt me for some reason, but I don't know why yet."

"Jesus, S… You could have just told me that, you know," Quinn reached out to Santana's hand and squeezed it slightly, "Besides, blondes really aren't my type, so even if nothing had happened between us, she'd be the last person I'd want to hook up with."

"I know. You like incredibly attractive latinos, who are the complete opposite of you. I get that now." She raised her shoulder and smirked, "It's clearly the right choice for you, I mean it's going so smoothly right now."

Quinn slapped Santana's knee playfully, "You're such an ass, you know that?"

They both grinned at each other as Santana poured them both another glass of wine, "Of course I know that. Next time someone asks that question, I'll just let you handle the answers, okay? And I'll agree with whatever you say, I promise."

A few moments later, as they were both joking about Quinn's 'perfect taste in women', the door slid open, and loud footsteps were heard stomping towards them. Rachel threw Santana's cigarettes on the table in front of her, "What is going on? How are you both so happy? Why were you so angry at each other in the first place and why is it so fine after an hour's talk?"

"One, thanks for the pack, and two, why are you so angry all of a sudden?" Santana grabbed the bottle of wine from the table, "Want some, Miss Grouchy?"

"No, I do not, I want my questions answered. I've grilled Quinn for the past few days, and now it's your turn. Why was Quinn crying in your room whilst you weren't there?" She was heavy breathing, resting on the back of the chair opposite from them both. "Well?"

Quinn cleared her throat, "The truth is, Rachel, Santana and I were arguing because we've been having sex with each other since Mr Schuh's wedding." Rachel's eyes practically bulged out of her sockets. "I saw what I thought was Santana kissing Dani at the club, I ran off crying, Santana then came to look for me and saw me walk out of the bathroom with Sophia after I had stupidly kissed her in spite of what I thought I saw earlier. Santana beat the crap out of Sophia, and so Santana left because she didn't know my half of the story, and jus thought I'd ran off with her, although apparently the woman is a psychopath and doing it to spite Santana for something."

There was dead silence in the room, with nothing but Quinn breathing quite loudly, trying to collect herself.

"Wow, okay, when I said I'd go with whatever story you told her, I didn't think you'd tell her the actual truth…" Santana was shocked, and she couldn't tell if it was the bad kind, the confused kind, or the proud kind. "Like, I thought we were just going to say something like, 'Santana got angry because I mentioned something I shouldn't', or 'I told her I slept with her ex in high school when they were still together'."

She smiled, "Well, we said we were starting again, and I wanted to do it properly this time."

"Shut. The fuck. Up."

Santana and Quinn's heads turned to face Rachel, who's lower jaw was practically hitting the table.

"Excuse me?"

"Shut. Up."

Santana's expression went from confused to concerned, "What? Answering that with 'shut up' isn't exactly a response."

"You guys have… You've actually… And you only tell me now?"

"Well, I wasn't sure I was ready to accept to my friends that I was into girls, but considering everyone here knew already, I thought-"

"Everyone knew?! Who is everyone!"

Suddenly Kurt burst through the door, "Rachel, why did you just leave me at the store? I was waiting for you for at least ten minutes before I got told by the guy you'd left!"

"YOU KNEW?"

He placed his hand on the counter to rest himself as he caught his breath, "Oh, Jesus. It's not what you think, okay?"

"Everyone knew but me!" Rachel reached across the table and grabbed the wine, "Seriously? Because I thought I would have been informed before him!"

"Rachel, it wasn't a personal thing, if I had it my way at that time, no-one would have known besides just me and Santana."

"In my defense," Kurt raised his other arm quickly, before throwing it back down to his side, "I only knew because I heard them talking on Skype."

Santana crossed her arms and leant back in her chair, "Yeah, and little Hummel decided to try and blackmail me with the secret to tell me his feelings, which is why he told Quinn to come here so we could sort it out."

"And you've been keeping this from me. How long has this relationship gone on for?" The room fell silent again. "Oh, so now you don't want to talk about it?"

Quinn sighed, "Well, it's not technically a relationship, Rach. It's… confusing. That's what we were talking about before you walked in. We were trying to figure out what's next for us, how we're going to fix all of this and start again. We're not together, but I want to be one day when all this is sorted out, and I hope Santana does too."

Rachel glared at Quinn as she finished the bottle of wine, her eyes moving over to lock onto Santana's. "Is that true?"

"Well, Quinn's going for truth day, do you think she's going to lie to you now?"

"… I guess not, no."

Kurt coughed, "So, have you worked it all out now?"

Santana turned to look at the girl beside her, who was also looking back at her, "We're still working on it, but for now, yeah. We have." They both smiled at each other before looking back at Rachel.

"Well this definitely explains a lot… All the looks and the cute things you've been doing for her recently, and why you actually let Quinn share your bed rather than make her sleep on the sofa like you do with everyone else. The whispering, and why Kurt's been trying to get me out the house to visit places that I don't think he'd ever go if he was by himself," She shook her head, "He took me to a clothing store that only sold womens clothes, and told me to spend as much time as I needed to pick out a new 'Rachel Berry' style."

"Well, as much as I want to kill him, I have to admit, Kurt has been extremely helpful in all of this," Santana's eyes rolled, "So thanks, Hummel."

"If it wasn't for me, you'd still be moping in your bed confused about what you felt and what you should do about it," He smiled smugly, "At least you actually opened up to me for all of five minutes. I can write that on my resúme."

"I just thanked you, and you wanna get smart about it? I can take it back and break your goddamn leg if you'd like me to, lady." Her eyes pierced into his, as he gulped quickly and shook his head, "Well I'm glad that's over with."

"Wait, it was you who gave those hickeys to her?!" She squinted her eyes as they shuffled between the two girls in front of her.

Santana snorted, who quickly got a slap from Quinn, "Yeah, it was. People really do have a great eye for detail in this house."

"I don't get why you just didn't tell me in the beginning," Rachel looked incredibly disappointed, in the 'lost puppy' sort of way, and it was surprisingly heartbreaking to see her look so left out. "I even saw you the next day! I just assumed it was Puck who gave them to her."

"Rachel, it really wasn't mine or Kurts' place to say anything. Quinn needed to do it in her own time, you know?" Santana slid the cigarette packet to her across the table, "Did you want one? Because you've been glancing over at them for like five minutes now."

"Is this also why Brett isn't texting me? Because if you've ruined that for me, Santana…"

Quinn tried hard not to burst out laughing, holding it in as much as she could, "No, Rach. No, that's not why."

She grabbed the cigarette pack from the table and opened it, pulling one out, "Then why? Or all the other cigarettes get snapped in half, minus this one, because I want to try it to see if it really does calm you down."

Santana shook her head, "Okay, please don't shout at me again, because that shit was actually pretty scary stuff, but there's no real easy way to tell someone that the guy they're into is gay, Rachel."

"HE'S WHAT?"