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?”
Quinn’s heart stopped as she felt the hallway grow silent. There was no way that the other students hadn’t heard that. She wanted to fight back, to shoot Santana down with another witty retort, but her mouth went dry and her throat went dry. All she could do was glare through her tears, gritting her teeth angrily.
“I know all about Rachel.” Santana smirked, folding her arms. “She came crying to me you know. Yeah, she’s real broken up about you, Fabray. Doesn’t understand why you’re hiding and trying to be someting you’re not, but that’s not really a surprise is it? We all know how fake you really are.”
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?”
| S: | We need to talk. |
| S: | Now. |
| Q: | You sound pissed. |
| S: | Brilliant deduction, Einstein. |
| Q: | Well, I'm busy. |
| Q: | I think whatever you wish to rant to me about can wait until school tomorrow. |
| S: | Excuse me? |
| S: | No, you do not get to start a rumor about me and then tell me you're too busy to talk. |
| S: | It doesn't fucking work that way, princess. |
| Q: | What rumor? |
| S: | Don't play dumb with me, Fabray. I'm not in the mood. |
| Q: | I'm not playing dumb, Lopez. |
| Q: | And I don't have time for this right now. |
| Q: | School. Tomorrow. We'll talk then. |
| S: | You know what? |
| S: | Fine. |
| S: | You'll need witnesses to testify for you when I rip your heart out of your chest. |
| Q: | Goodbye, Santana. |
| S: | Enjoy your last night alive. |