HUH?

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                           Santana's POV:

I pulled in the parking lot of me and Quinn's apartment-( well me and britts, but we're not gonna get into that.)

before I get out of the car I rub my face. What am I doing right now?? I don't even want to be in a relationship with this woman ugh. I take my hands off of my face, lay my head back on the seat of the car and close my eyes. I just have to be cool until this situation is handled. I take a breather and open my eyes.

I open my car door and get out, close it and lock the doors. I walk up to the house and get my key to open the door before I can open the door Quinn opens it. I jumped so hard, I probably pooted a little. She better be lucky she is my girlfriend because she would've been laid out.

I look at her blankly with my hand on my heart. "Quinn, WHAT THE FUCK??" She looked at me with guilt. "I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to scare you." I calm down and move her to the side, while rolling my eyes so I can enter the house. "It's alright, how did you know I was at the house anyway?" I walk into the living room, take off my blazer and hang it on the couch.

She laughs nervously "see about that.." she rubs her neck. I turn around and look at her with one eyebrow raised "what?" She rushes to me with her hands out pleading "babe before I tell you, you can't get mad." I lean back on the couch, squint my eyes and cross my arms. "What do you mean?" She comes in front of me and rubs my arms. "I mean that you have to listen to me and not get mad" I furrow my eyebrows and look to the side for a second then look back to her. "Ok" I nod at her. "What's up?"

She starts to look around nervously and backs up a little. "Wellikindahaveatrackeronyourphone." She rushes out. Huh? "Quinn slow down" she breathes in and out. "Well I kinda- sorta have a tracker on your phone." She looked at me and smiled guiltily. What in the fuck did she just say?? I can feel myself getting mad. I close my eyes and try to calm myself down. It's not working so I guess auntie snixx is coming out regardless. I open my eyes and look at her with pure hatred and chuckle.

"Ya know Lucy,  you've been getting on my last nerve lately and Quite frankly, I'm not liking it." I stand up straight and start walking towards her. She starts to back up slowly, with fear in her eyes. "I know you're mad but I had a good reason." I furrow my eyebrows. "WHAT SICK FUCKING REASON IS THAT??" With my arms out. She starts tearing up. "I'm scared that you will leave me. I don't wanna be alone." I put my arms down and chuckle. Oh yeah this bitch is crazy.

I stand still and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Quinn I'm literally with you 24/7. If I'm not with you, I'm at work, or going to interviews or here, at home." She comes up to me and slowly wraps her arms around my neck. "I know that, I just wanted to make sure." I pushed her from me. "Quinn, I literally cheated on Brittany with you and I'm with you now, I've been fucking loyal to you for FOUR WHOLE FUCKING YEARS, DO YOU KNOW THAT??"

She nods her head and starts crying. "I LOST EVERYONE I LOVED, FOR YOU." I pointed at her with anger. "ALL BECAUSE YOU ARE A MANIPULATIVE SON OF A BITCH." She looks at me with so much hurt and anger. "You think you're the only one who lost people?" She comes up to me and puts her face to mine. I mug the fuck out of her. "I LOST PEOPLE TOO." She screams in my face. I pushed her away. She better back up.

My eyebrows raise up. "Quinn, please don't get fucked up in this house." She comes up to me again with so much animosity. "What are you gonna do? HUH?" Her voice cracking and shit. she better get her shit together, cause if I truly lay her out she is not gonna get up. "Quinn, be so fuckin for real." I laugh in her face. She looks at me with anger and tries to slap me. I grab her arm.

Oh yeah she's getting fucked up.

I twisted her arm with my left hand and punched her hard with my right. Her head cocks back and she falls back on the floor passed out, twitching. I squat down and look at her. I can already see her eyes getting puffy. I slap her face a little. She groans. I get close to her ear. "When you wake up, I want you to get your shit and leave."

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