Santana bit her lip. “There’s nothing else you could possibly spread about me,” she whispered fiercely before turning on her heel and stalking off.
“You know damn well what I could spread about you, Santana!” Quinn called out, reaching forward and latching onto Santana’s wrist before she could walk away. Then in a low voice, she added, “And you know damn well that I’m capable of sharing your secrets, too.”
Santana spun around, fixing Quinn with a nasty glare. “What are going to say, Fabray?” She snapped, raising her voice. “Are you going to tell everyone that I’m a lesbian like you?”
Someone yelled a homophobic slur behind her and Quinn turned instantly, locking eyes with the jock that raised his...
Santana faltered for a minute, then raised her chin stubbornly. “You brought it on yourself,” she answered quietly.