A/N: This story is random and ridiculous; I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.
Confessions: Part One
"Quinn, I have something to tell you."
"Does it have to be right now, Berry?" Quinn looks around the choir room before settling her gaze on the brunette before her.
"Yes. This is of the utmost importance." She nods as if emphasizing her point before continuing as if there was no pause at all. "I wanted to tell you that I am quite enamored by you."
Unsure of what to say, Quinn responds with the first thing that comes to her mind, "Who even says 'enamored' anymore?"
"Apparently she does." The smirk on her face quickly turns to a frown at the Latina's quip.
Quinn turns to the brunette sitting behind her and rolls her eyes. "I wasn't talking to you. So unless your name suddenly became Rachel Berry: Shut. Up."
Santana jumps out of her seat, "What the hell, Q?"
"What?" Quinn, confused at why the Latina is so angry, moves back.
"I can't believe you called me that!"
"Called you what?"
"That!" She points her finger at Rachel who's standing with her arms crossed and her toe tapping on the ground.
"I don't," she pauses to look between Santana and Rachel. "I don't understand…"
"You guys?" Rachel tries to interrupt the tennis match of insults going on, but like usual, she is ignored.
Santana frowns. "Seriously, Q, you're gonna play me like that? I thought we were friends."
"Wait…" Quinn suddenly realizes what Santana means and tries to clarify. "What, 'Rachel?'"
"Quinn, that's mean." Everyone pauses for a moment to look at the ditzy blonde. Santana nods while Brittany takes her hand, and Quinn looks away with a huff.
Rachel sighs, "I'm right here you know. It's rude to talk about someone as if they are not—"
"I still can't believe you said that."
"I didn't even call you 'Rachel.'"
"You did it again."
"I wasn't saying your name is Rachel, I was saying—"
"You keep doing it!"
"Stop with the selective hearing and maybe you'll understand what I'm saying… or maybe I-uh need to speak eh-Spanish."
"Real funny, Fabray."
"Is that really Spanish, San, because I could understand her better than Mr. Schue." Brittany taps her chin with her free hand and her face scrunches in thought. "Oh, I know! We should have Quinn teach us Spanish instead. I'm sorry Mr. Schue," she looks at the speechless teacher, "but I think you're losing your touch."
"No… That wasn't Spanish, B."
"Oh," Brittany frowns in disappointment. "Well then, I hope you don't feel numb anymore, Mr. Schue."
The Glee coordinator looks at Santana. She simply holds up one hand, wiggles her fingers and runs them down her blonde counterpart's arm. It's supposed to help, but it only leaves him even more confused.
Quinn laughs at Mr. Schue and finally brings her attention back to the little diva… only to see her storming out of the classroom. She can't figure out if it's a good or a bad thing that Rachel didn't stay long enough to demand a response to the confession, but as she looks around the not-so-empty choir room to the rest of the Gleeks, she decides that it must be a good thing.
A/N: I hope the ending didn't confuse anyone, but I'll explain just in case. Santana was trying to tell to Mr. Schue what Brittany meant with the whole "losing his touch" thing. That's why she rubbed B's arm, but he obviously didn't get it. So yeah.
Thanks for reading!