We Might Fall Fast. We Might Fall Hard (20/?)
Title: We might fall fast. We might fall hard (20/?)
Author: appleswithin
Rating: PG-13 (For swears)
Spoilers: None. Set in Season One
Summary: How one slushy changed everything for Quinn and Rachel.
I don’t own Glee, and other things I reference in here.
Sunday (Still)
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“Om nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom.”
“For the love of GOD, Lopez!”
Santana stopped pretending to eat the kitten’s ear, and stared at Quinn. “What?”
“You have been doing that for the last fifteen minutes. You need to stop it now. Some of us are trying to watch TV.”
The Latina lifted up the kitten to cover her face, and said, in a mock voice; “You are such a grouch.””And then she lowered her new favourite thing in the world, and stood up. “What should we call her?”
“Mrs. Miggles.” Rachel suggested.
“No, that’s a really stupid name, Munchkin.”
“Then I’m all out.” The Diva shrugged.
“Anyone else?” She asked the two blondes.
“No.” Brittany frowned. “San, you’re standing in front of the screen.” And she waved her hand to indicate to the taller brunette to move.
“Fine.” Santana grumbled, and walked into the dining room where Izzy and the Mr. B’s were relaxing after the huge meal.
It had been nice having so many people over for lunch; the most there had ever been before was four. And the extra two were usually Brittany and Quinn. It was also nice seeing Izzy converse with adults, Santana so rarely saw it - she forgot that her sister became a different person when it happened.
“- For the first three months after I came out here to take care of her; Ana would run away every week. I’d spend hours searching for her - Calling out her name - and generally sobbing at having lost a six year old child. I’d find her eventually. Once I found her sleeping under the park bench that tramp sleeps on. I laugh now, but at the time, it was hell.”
Santana gave her sister a brief look as she remembered those incidents from her childhood. At the time she never considered how her sister would feel at her constant running away. All she cared about was that this woman she didn’t know had replaced her mom.
“You don’t look like you’re laughing. In fact you look quite pensive.” Lucas said as he took a sip of his tea.
“Yeah, actually, remembering it now is still is upsetting.”
“Rachel never did anything quite as stressful. Sometimes we’d find her in the bathtub with her pillow and blanket. But never sleeping under a homeless man.”
Izzy narrowed her eyes at her sister and shook her head. “It’s not surprising that she was such a tearaway when she was a kid. She’s still one now.”
“Hey!” Santana said defensively as she grabbed four bottles of water from the fridge, and hugged them precariously under the arm that wasn’t holding the kitten, and made her way back to the lounge.
“Ana.”
“Yeah.” She turned to look at Izzy.
“I want to hold the little ball of fluff now.”
“Oh, yeah sure.” She leaned down to pass the white kitten over to her sister, and then pulled away quickly. “Nah.” Then she strode back into the other room, and handed out the drinks.
“Kitten hogger!” Izzy shouted.
Just as she was about to sit down, Quinn started wriggling manically, and after some effort, finally stood up. “I have to be at Mike’s soon.” The blond held out her hand. “Car keys.”
“Khakis?” Santana frowned.
“No. Car keys. Hand ‘em over.” Quinn wiggled her fingers and gave her friend a stern look.
“Why?”
“Because mine are at home; along with my car. You know, I still don’t understand why we didn’t just come here yesterday in my car?”
“Because then my car would be at Rachel’s.”
“Right.” The pregnant girl huffed. “Just give them to me.”
Santana caught the smile on Rachel’s face before she said, “Okay.”
“Good. Now I need to go pack my stuff.”
“I’ll come… watch you.” She said. There was something she actually wanted to give her friend, and it was best if no one else was around.
“Alright then.” Quinn replied, and gave the other girl a bemused look. “We have to arrange a Sbuck meeting.” The blonde told her as they walked out into the hallway. “Preferably this week sometime.”
“Okay.” Santana nodded her agreement at her friends back while she tickled behind the kitten’s ear.
“We should probably have it at our house.”
“Alright then.”
“Hey, did Rachel ask you about the baby name?”
“Yup. It’s nice.”
“Yeah, but Puck will probably want a say. It came to her in a dream apparently.”
“Cool.”
Quinn stopped at the top of the stairs and cocked a brow at her. “What’s up with you?”
“Nothing.” She smiled. “I had an awesome dream earlier; after I woke up next to the heads.” She shuddered. She hated those dolls when she was a kid, and she still hates them now. In fact more so, now the have no bodies.
“Oh, what about?” The blonde asked as she walked into the bedroom.
“You and Rachel were getting married, and the two of you had decided to get your rings tattooed on instead of real ones; but just before the wedding, you decided you wanted rings after all, and because I was your bridesmaid you asked me to get some real ones-”
“You were wearing a bridesmaid dress?”
“Actually, no. I was wearing a t-shirt that said ‘Quinn-Maid’. So anyway, I went and got you two rings, and on the way back to the church, it started raining, and made my hair do that thing it does when it’s wet, and after you got married, I refused to be in the photos because I didn’t have any equipment to tame my wild mane.”
“Quinn-Maid.” The blonde chuckled. “When me and Rach do get married, I don’t care what you look like; you will be in the pictures.”
“Whatever.” Santana frowned. “Just pack your damned bag, and I’ll go get your other birthday present.”
“Another one? We didn’t agree on that.”
“You know, sometimes, friends get each other more than the allocated amount of presents for each other.”
“That kind of thing leads to anarchy.”
Santana laughed and went into her bedroom, and pulled out a neatly wrapped gift from under the bed, and returned to her friend. “Here, never say I don’t get you anything nice.”
Quinn took the present and carefully ripped the paper off then stared at the contents or a few moments. “What is - Oh my God! No!” Then she started hitting her friend with the box.
“Don’t hit me with it,” Santana laughed. “You might hurt the kitten.” She said, and kissed the still un-named cat on the top of the head. “Or, you might break your present.”
“You are unbelievable!”
“Oh come on, that is perfect for you!”
“What on Earth possessed you to get this for me?”
“You’ve seemed a little… frustrated lately. I thought you might like a neck massager.” Santana said and wiggled her eyebrows.
“No.” Quinn said sternly.
“Why no? Is this a religious thing? Because you’re already pregnant out of wedlock, and totally gay. What’s a little release gonna do?”
“Santana!” The blonde hissed, and looked behind to make sure no one was there.
“What?” She asked innocently. “Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone that red before.” She snorted.
“I actually hate you.” Quinn glared at her. “I cannot believe you got this.” The pregnant girl waved her present around frantically.
“Well, technically, I didn’t get it. Izzy did. Oh, hey, now you’ve gone white.”
“Did you tell her you were getting it for me?” Quinn asked unbelieving.
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I think I’m gonna die.”
“Nah, Fabray, you’ll be fine. In fact, you’ll be more than fine now you have your neck massager.”
“Could you please stop saying that!”
“Here’s what I’m going to do; I’m going to give you my car keys - Here you go - And now I’m going to leave you here to pack. Make of that what you will my friend.” She gave the pregnant girl a smile, then spun on her heel, and walked downstairs.
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Tuesday
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“Okay. I got one.” Brittany turned in her chair so she was facing both Quinn and Santana. “Would you chose to be blind, or deaf?”
“Haven’t we had this one before?” The brunette asked as she avoided a pen being hurled across the classroom.
“Maybe.” Quinn shrugged. “I’m going to go with blind.”
“Really? I think-“
“No wait! I changed my mind. I’m gonna be deaf.”
“Are you sure now?” Santana asked.
“Yeah.” The shorter blonde nodded. “You?”
“Same. Britt?”
“Me too.”
“Well, that was easy.” Santana said as she leaned back against the wall. “How about this one - Constantly having the feeling you need to sneeze. Or, constantly having the feeling you need to pee?”
“Jesus Christ Lopez! Why are yours always so… so… so, disturbing?”
“They aren’t disturbing. I just know how to play the game.”
“Good afternoon class.”
The three girls chorused out a “Good afternoon Mr. Schuester.” Along with everybody else, and returned to their former position; facing the front of the room.
Sometimes Santana wondered why she was even in this class. Apart from the fact she was fluent in the damn language, Mr. Schue was totally incompetent. She could teach this class better than him, and she could barely stand to talk to the rest of her classmates.
Of course she was here for Brittany, but that didn’t mean she had to listen to the idiot. However, the spare time in class did give her time to think. And right now she was thinking about kittens and dinner. But not in the same context.
When she heard Quinn giggling behind her, she turned around and saw that the blonde was laughing at a banana. At that point she was convinced that her friend had completely lost her mind. “Fabray?” She whispered. “What are you doing?”
The pregnant girl held up the fruit, and Santana could make out the words ‘I’m bananas for you’ written in pen, and she let out a snort of amusement, and also out of relief. Rachel was finally stepping up her game - and it was in the most Rachel-est way possible, which was apt she supposed.
When the lesson was over and the three friends walked towards their lockers to meet the little Diva - Santana nudged Quinn with her shoulder and smiled. “You didn’t eat it did you?”
The shorter blonde shook her head. “I couldn’t. I just… couldn’t.” She laughed shyly.
“You are so very sentimental, Tubbers.”
“It was one of the sweetest things I have ever seen.” Brittany said as she linked arms with Santana. “That means she loves you.”
“Yeah.” The pregnant girl replied doubtfully. “Maybe she just thought it was a cute thing to do.”
The brunette heaved an exasperated sigh. They were as bad as each other - It was infuriating! “I am just going to keep suggesting this while you’re still pregnant - Just kiss her.” She said the last three word quietly, because Quinn didn’t need anyone hassling her about her sexuality on top of everything else. Besides, only she was allowed do that. “Even if she rejects you, you at least have the excuse of being insane with baby hormones. And you only have a smallish window left. You’re almost eight months gone, and when that brat is out - Poof, so is that window.”
“I’m not sure she would buy that.”
“Do it. Do it!”
“You’re like a child.”
Santana leaned in close to the shorter blonde, and grinned. “Do it.”
“What is that guy doing to Rachel?” Brittany asked.
Both girls snapped their heads towards the locker bank, and saw a jock slamming the books out of the singers’ hands and then kick them across the hallway. All three friends ran up to Rachel, and Santana was screaming right in his face before the football player even had a chance to say anything.
She didn’t really know what she was saying, but later she would be told that it involved a great deal of swearing, and questioning of his manhood. The only reason she stopped shouting at him, was because Quinn began hitting the Holy Hell out of him with one of Rachel’s fallen books. There was also a lot of swearing from her too.
For a moment, she wondered if she should try and stop the assault, but decided against it when she saw that Quinn looked like a demon. One of those really scary, violent ones.
“Are you okay Rach?” Brittany put her hand on the smaller girls’ shoulder.
“I’m fine.” She said, smiling nervously at the pregnant girl.
“Miss Fabray!”
The echo of Izzy calling out the name, made Quinn freeze in mid-beating. And if she wasn’t so genuinely terrified of her sister when she had her ‘Teacher Hat’ on, Santana would be laughing her ass off at the sight.
“Miss.” The shorter blonde acknowledged.
“Would you care to enlighten me?” The older woman waved her arm around at the situation.
“Jenkins had a wasp on him, Miss. I helped.”
“Chad?” Izzy gave the boy a cold stare.
“It’s true, Miss.” He mumbled.
“Then I suggest that you leave the area; just in case there are more about.”
“Yes, Miss.” The boy gave her a smile, and made a break for it.
“You saw what he did right?” Santana asked, after he left the vicinity.
“No.” Izzy answered quietly. “And I don’t want to know. Chad Jenkins is an arse, so I’m sure he deserved it.” The woman straightened herself up, and brushed down her pinstripe suit. “I’m sure you have classes to get to ladies.” She said with a curt nod, and walked towards her classroom.
“Did he hurt you?” Quinn asked; the concern evident in her voice.
“No. I should be very angry at the two of you.” She gave both her friends a pointed look.
“Should be?” Santana and Quinn exchanged glances.
“Well, yes. But, maybe I quite like having friends who stick up for me. It’s nice not to have to fight my battles alone anymore.”
“No you don’t.” Santana grabbed the smaller girl by the shoulders, and manoeuvred her towards the pregnant girl, and Quinn gave her a smirk as she pulled the singer into a hug.
“Okay losers, time for us to get to class.”
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Wednesday
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Santana decided to take out her crappy mood on the steak she was tenderizing. It was a very cathartic way of dealing with stress. Certainly a lot healthier than using the steak hammer on one Jesse St. James. She didn’t know what his role in today’s revelation was exactly, but she was sure he had a role.
“Hey, how was school?” She looked up at her sister as she walked into the kitchen, and went to pour herself a cup of coffee.
She sighed. Worrying about something she may have just made up in her head, was useless. “Comme ci, comme ça.” She gave a lop-sided smiled to her sister.
“S'il vous plait. Merci beaucoup. Un de toi.”
“Do you have any idea what you’re saying?” She asked with a quirked brow.
“Not really. I never did French in school; I did Welsh and German.”
“And how useful are those languages?”
“In Wales and Germany? Pretty useful.”
“There you go again - using logic on me.” Santana said as she stole the coffee her sister had just made; stirring the sugar and hurling the spoon into the sink when she was finished with it, then chuckled when her sister winced at the noise.
“Comes with being an adult.” Izzy shrugged. “How was Glee club? It seemed unusually loud in there today when I walked passed.”
“We found out that Vocal Adrenalin are doing Gaga.”
“I didn’t understand that sentence.”
“You know, Vocal Adrenaline - Our rival Glee club - are doing Lady Gaga.”
“Lady Gaga? Do I know who that is? And why is it bad?”
“You’re so old.” Santana shook her head at her sister’s lack of musical knowledge passed 1999. “It’s bad because its guaranteed theatrics; and judges love that crap.”
“Okay.” Izzy answered blankly. “I still don’t understand it, but I have to assume that you aren’t happy about it, because of how you were treating that steak when I walked in.”
“It’s something to do with Jesse, I know it.” She said waving the hammer around angrily.
“Oh I don’t like him. He’s a smarmy little weasel.”
“I know! It didn’t occur to me until I got home that Jesse might know something, and I text Quinn, and I haven’t heard back from her, and it’s been like two hours. I tried Rachel too, and I haven’t heard from her either.”
“Yes, it is very suspicious when a teenager doesn’t answer a text straight away.”
“That wasn’t helpful.”
“I know that now.” Izzy said as she rubbed her sisters’ shoulder. “I’m sure everything is fine and dandy.”
“You know what? I’m gonna try calling her again.” She put the hammer down and wiped her hands on a nearby cloth, then snatched her phone from the counter. After four rings, Quinn finally picked up.
“Answer your fucking texts woman!”
‘We had our phones off. Are you at home? You are not going to believe what just happened.’ Quinn said breathlessly.
“Yeah, I’m home. What’s going on?”
‘I’ll be two minutes.’ Then the blonde clicked off.
Santana held her phone out at arms length, and growled, then slammed it down.
“That’s the thing with cell phones.” Izzy said as she picked up the phone from the flour on the counter, and wiped it off with a paper towel. “There is no satisfying way of hanging up angrily. Is everything alright?”
“Quinn’s on her way. Something happened. I don’t know what.”
“Okay.” The older Lopez sister exhaled as she shook off her jacket, and tossed it over the dining chair. “I’ll finish dinner.” She said wearily. There was always some bloody drama with these kids.
“No.” Santana rolled her eyes. “I can do with hitting something for a bit longer.”
“I’ll leave you to it then. I need a shower.”
By the time Quinn barged in through the kitchen door, Santana had gone passed tenderizing the meat, and had committed fully to making it mush. “This had better be good.” She told the blonde through gritted teeth. She wasn’t speaking from anger, she was speaking from worry, but sometimes it was hard to distinguish between the two.
“Me and Rach and Mercedes went to Carmel to spy on Vocal Adrenaline-”
“The Hell? Without me?”
“Let me finish.” The brunette held her hands up, and the blonde continued. “Okay so, we were in the auditorium, even tough I really didn’t want to be there, but Rachel literally forced a pro/con list in my face that I couldn’t argue with, and on our way there we spotted Mercedes so Rachel decided that she was going to ask her to come along too, but I don’t know why. Maybe has something to do with trying to get her to like her, I don’t know-“
“Fabray! There’s letting you finish, and then there’s letting you just ramble aimlessly.”
“Right. So we were up top watching, and their director, Ms Corcoran, started singing, and then -Fft- Rachel was up and walking towards the stage, and I’m thinking ‘Holy noodles, this is the worst recon mission ever!’-”
“QUINN!”
“Ms Corcoran is Rachel’s mom!”
Santana stared open mouthed at her friend for a few moments before her brain accepted this information. “Well… shit.” Was all she managed to say.
“Yeah, pretty much.” Quinn agreed, and walked over to the fridge and took several slices of ham.
“Wait. Why aren’t you there with her?”
“It’s not my place to be. She text me after I left - asking me not to tell her Dad’s.”
“Right.”
“I’ve been driving around for half an hour, just freaking out.”
“Why?”
“Whether people like it or not; Rachel is our star performer. She’s just found out her mother is the director of the, decidedly more polished Glee club that actually wins things. What if she leaves?”
“She wouldn’t leave.”
“Why wouldn’t she? Vocal Adrenaline are actually good.”
“So are we! We are damn good. And we don’t all look the same.”
“And you know if she leaves, Jesse will follow.”
“So?” Santana frowned.
“We’ll only have eleven people.”
“I think you’re over-thinking this. She won’t leave.”
“You didn’t see the two of them San, they could be bonding as we speak!”
“You don’t think that is a good thing?”
“Shelby Corcoran is going to steal Rachel from me! - Us. From us.”
“Ah, jeez.” The brunette puffed out her cheeks.
“Can I stay here for a bit?”
“While you continue to freak out?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, course you can.”
“Thanks.” Quinn took a seat on a stool the other side of the counter, and put her chin in her hands. “What’s for food?”
“My famous knuckle sandwich.”
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Author: appleswithin
Rating: PG-13 (For swears)
Spoilers: None. Set in Season One
Summary: How one slushy changed everything for Quinn and Rachel.
I don’t own Glee, and other things I reference in here.
Sunday (Still)
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“Om nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom.”
“For the love of GOD, Lopez!”
Santana stopped pretending to eat the kitten’s ear, and stared at Quinn. “What?”
“You have been doing that for the last fifteen minutes. You need to stop it now. Some of us are trying to watch TV.”
The Latina lifted up the kitten to cover her face, and said, in a mock voice; “You are such a grouch.””And then she lowered her new favourite thing in the world, and stood up. “What should we call her?”
“Mrs. Miggles.” Rachel suggested.
“No, that’s a really stupid name, Munchkin.”
“Then I’m all out.” The Diva shrugged.
“Anyone else?” She asked the two blondes.
“No.” Brittany frowned. “San, you’re standing in front of the screen.” And she waved her hand to indicate to the taller brunette to move.
“Fine.” Santana grumbled, and walked into the dining room where Izzy and the Mr. B’s were relaxing after the huge meal.
It had been nice having so many people over for lunch; the most there had ever been before was four. And the extra two were usually Brittany and Quinn. It was also nice seeing Izzy converse with adults, Santana so rarely saw it - she forgot that her sister became a different person when it happened.
“- For the first three months after I came out here to take care of her; Ana would run away every week. I’d spend hours searching for her - Calling out her name - and generally sobbing at having lost a six year old child. I’d find her eventually. Once I found her sleeping under the park bench that tramp sleeps on. I laugh now, but at the time, it was hell.”
Santana gave her sister a brief look as she remembered those incidents from her childhood. At the time she never considered how her sister would feel at her constant running away. All she cared about was that this woman she didn’t know had replaced her mom.
“You don’t look like you’re laughing. In fact you look quite pensive.” Lucas said as he took a sip of his tea.
“Yeah, actually, remembering it now is still is upsetting.”
“Rachel never did anything quite as stressful. Sometimes we’d find her in the bathtub with her pillow and blanket. But never sleeping under a homeless man.”
Izzy narrowed her eyes at her sister and shook her head. “It’s not surprising that she was such a tearaway when she was a kid. She’s still one now.”
“Hey!” Santana said defensively as she grabbed four bottles of water from the fridge, and hugged them precariously under the arm that wasn’t holding the kitten, and made her way back to the lounge.
“Ana.”
“Yeah.” She turned to look at Izzy.
“I want to hold the little ball of fluff now.”
“Oh, yeah sure.” She leaned down to pass the white kitten over to her sister, and then pulled away quickly. “Nah.” Then she strode back into the other room, and handed out the drinks.
“Kitten hogger!” Izzy shouted.
Just as she was about to sit down, Quinn started wriggling manically, and after some effort, finally stood up. “I have to be at Mike’s soon.” The blond held out her hand. “Car keys.”
“Khakis?” Santana frowned.
“No. Car keys. Hand ‘em over.” Quinn wiggled her fingers and gave her friend a stern look.
“Why?”
“Because mine are at home; along with my car. You know, I still don’t understand why we didn’t just come here yesterday in my car?”
“Because then my car would be at Rachel’s.”
“Right.” The pregnant girl huffed. “Just give them to me.”
Santana caught the smile on Rachel’s face before she said, “Okay.”
“Good. Now I need to go pack my stuff.”
“I’ll come… watch you.” She said. There was something she actually wanted to give her friend, and it was best if no one else was around.
“Alright then.” Quinn replied, and gave the other girl a bemused look. “We have to arrange a Sbuck meeting.” The blonde told her as they walked out into the hallway. “Preferably this week sometime.”
“Okay.” Santana nodded her agreement at her friends back while she tickled behind the kitten’s ear.
“We should probably have it at our house.”
“Alright then.”
“Hey, did Rachel ask you about the baby name?”
“Yup. It’s nice.”
“Yeah, but Puck will probably want a say. It came to her in a dream apparently.”
“Cool.”
Quinn stopped at the top of the stairs and cocked a brow at her. “What’s up with you?”
“Nothing.” She smiled. “I had an awesome dream earlier; after I woke up next to the heads.” She shuddered. She hated those dolls when she was a kid, and she still hates them now. In fact more so, now the have no bodies.
“Oh, what about?” The blonde asked as she walked into the bedroom.
“You and Rachel were getting married, and the two of you had decided to get your rings tattooed on instead of real ones; but just before the wedding, you decided you wanted rings after all, and because I was your bridesmaid you asked me to get some real ones-”
“You were wearing a bridesmaid dress?”
“Actually, no. I was wearing a t-shirt that said ‘Quinn-Maid’. So anyway, I went and got you two rings, and on the way back to the church, it started raining, and made my hair do that thing it does when it’s wet, and after you got married, I refused to be in the photos because I didn’t have any equipment to tame my wild mane.”
“Quinn-Maid.” The blonde chuckled. “When me and Rach do get married, I don’t care what you look like; you will be in the pictures.”
“Whatever.” Santana frowned. “Just pack your damned bag, and I’ll go get your other birthday present.”
“Another one? We didn’t agree on that.”
“You know, sometimes, friends get each other more than the allocated amount of presents for each other.”
“That kind of thing leads to anarchy.”
Santana laughed and went into her bedroom, and pulled out a neatly wrapped gift from under the bed, and returned to her friend. “Here, never say I don’t get you anything nice.”
Quinn took the present and carefully ripped the paper off then stared at the contents or a few moments. “What is - Oh my God! No!” Then she started hitting her friend with the box.
“Don’t hit me with it,” Santana laughed. “You might hurt the kitten.” She said, and kissed the still un-named cat on the top of the head. “Or, you might break your present.”
“You are unbelievable!”
“Oh come on, that is perfect for you!”
“What on Earth possessed you to get this for me?”
“You’ve seemed a little… frustrated lately. I thought you might like a neck massager.” Santana said and wiggled her eyebrows.
“No.” Quinn said sternly.
“Why no? Is this a religious thing? Because you’re already pregnant out of wedlock, and totally gay. What’s a little release gonna do?”
“Santana!” The blonde hissed, and looked behind to make sure no one was there.
“What?” She asked innocently. “Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone that red before.” She snorted.
“I actually hate you.” Quinn glared at her. “I cannot believe you got this.” The pregnant girl waved her present around frantically.
“Well, technically, I didn’t get it. Izzy did. Oh, hey, now you’ve gone white.”
“Did you tell her you were getting it for me?” Quinn asked unbelieving.
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I think I’m gonna die.”
“Nah, Fabray, you’ll be fine. In fact, you’ll be more than fine now you have your neck massager.”
“Could you please stop saying that!”
“Here’s what I’m going to do; I’m going to give you my car keys - Here you go - And now I’m going to leave you here to pack. Make of that what you will my friend.” She gave the pregnant girl a smile, then spun on her heel, and walked downstairs.
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Tuesday
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“Okay. I got one.” Brittany turned in her chair so she was facing both Quinn and Santana. “Would you chose to be blind, or deaf?”
“Haven’t we had this one before?” The brunette asked as she avoided a pen being hurled across the classroom.
“Maybe.” Quinn shrugged. “I’m going to go with blind.”
“Really? I think-“
“No wait! I changed my mind. I’m gonna be deaf.”
“Are you sure now?” Santana asked.
“Yeah.” The shorter blonde nodded. “You?”
“Same. Britt?”
“Me too.”
“Well, that was easy.” Santana said as she leaned back against the wall. “How about this one - Constantly having the feeling you need to sneeze. Or, constantly having the feeling you need to pee?”
“Jesus Christ Lopez! Why are yours always so… so… so, disturbing?”
“They aren’t disturbing. I just know how to play the game.”
“Good afternoon class.”
The three girls chorused out a “Good afternoon Mr. Schuester.” Along with everybody else, and returned to their former position; facing the front of the room.
Sometimes Santana wondered why she was even in this class. Apart from the fact she was fluent in the damn language, Mr. Schue was totally incompetent. She could teach this class better than him, and she could barely stand to talk to the rest of her classmates.
Of course she was here for Brittany, but that didn’t mean she had to listen to the idiot. However, the spare time in class did give her time to think. And right now she was thinking about kittens and dinner. But not in the same context.
When she heard Quinn giggling behind her, she turned around and saw that the blonde was laughing at a banana. At that point she was convinced that her friend had completely lost her mind. “Fabray?” She whispered. “What are you doing?”
The pregnant girl held up the fruit, and Santana could make out the words ‘I’m bananas for you’ written in pen, and she let out a snort of amusement, and also out of relief. Rachel was finally stepping up her game - and it was in the most Rachel-est way possible, which was apt she supposed.
When the lesson was over and the three friends walked towards their lockers to meet the little Diva - Santana nudged Quinn with her shoulder and smiled. “You didn’t eat it did you?”
The shorter blonde shook her head. “I couldn’t. I just… couldn’t.” She laughed shyly.
“You are so very sentimental, Tubbers.”
“It was one of the sweetest things I have ever seen.” Brittany said as she linked arms with Santana. “That means she loves you.”
“Yeah.” The pregnant girl replied doubtfully. “Maybe she just thought it was a cute thing to do.”
The brunette heaved an exasperated sigh. They were as bad as each other - It was infuriating! “I am just going to keep suggesting this while you’re still pregnant - Just kiss her.” She said the last three word quietly, because Quinn didn’t need anyone hassling her about her sexuality on top of everything else. Besides, only she was allowed do that. “Even if she rejects you, you at least have the excuse of being insane with baby hormones. And you only have a smallish window left. You’re almost eight months gone, and when that brat is out - Poof, so is that window.”
“I’m not sure she would buy that.”
“Do it. Do it!”
“You’re like a child.”
Santana leaned in close to the shorter blonde, and grinned. “Do it.”
“What is that guy doing to Rachel?” Brittany asked.
Both girls snapped their heads towards the locker bank, and saw a jock slamming the books out of the singers’ hands and then kick them across the hallway. All three friends ran up to Rachel, and Santana was screaming right in his face before the football player even had a chance to say anything.
She didn’t really know what she was saying, but later she would be told that it involved a great deal of swearing, and questioning of his manhood. The only reason she stopped shouting at him, was because Quinn began hitting the Holy Hell out of him with one of Rachel’s fallen books. There was also a lot of swearing from her too.
For a moment, she wondered if she should try and stop the assault, but decided against it when she saw that Quinn looked like a demon. One of those really scary, violent ones.
“Are you okay Rach?” Brittany put her hand on the smaller girls’ shoulder.
“I’m fine.” She said, smiling nervously at the pregnant girl.
“Miss Fabray!”
The echo of Izzy calling out the name, made Quinn freeze in mid-beating. And if she wasn’t so genuinely terrified of her sister when she had her ‘Teacher Hat’ on, Santana would be laughing her ass off at the sight.
“Miss.” The shorter blonde acknowledged.
“Would you care to enlighten me?” The older woman waved her arm around at the situation.
“Jenkins had a wasp on him, Miss. I helped.”
“Chad?” Izzy gave the boy a cold stare.
“It’s true, Miss.” He mumbled.
“Then I suggest that you leave the area; just in case there are more about.”
“Yes, Miss.” The boy gave her a smile, and made a break for it.
“You saw what he did right?” Santana asked, after he left the vicinity.
“No.” Izzy answered quietly. “And I don’t want to know. Chad Jenkins is an arse, so I’m sure he deserved it.” The woman straightened herself up, and brushed down her pinstripe suit. “I’m sure you have classes to get to ladies.” She said with a curt nod, and walked towards her classroom.
“Did he hurt you?” Quinn asked; the concern evident in her voice.
“No. I should be very angry at the two of you.” She gave both her friends a pointed look.
“Should be?” Santana and Quinn exchanged glances.
“Well, yes. But, maybe I quite like having friends who stick up for me. It’s nice not to have to fight my battles alone anymore.”
“No you don’t.” Santana grabbed the smaller girl by the shoulders, and manoeuvred her towards the pregnant girl, and Quinn gave her a smirk as she pulled the singer into a hug.
“Okay losers, time for us to get to class.”
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Wednesday
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Santana decided to take out her crappy mood on the steak she was tenderizing. It was a very cathartic way of dealing with stress. Certainly a lot healthier than using the steak hammer on one Jesse St. James. She didn’t know what his role in today’s revelation was exactly, but she was sure he had a role.
“Hey, how was school?” She looked up at her sister as she walked into the kitchen, and went to pour herself a cup of coffee.
She sighed. Worrying about something she may have just made up in her head, was useless. “Comme ci, comme ça.” She gave a lop-sided smiled to her sister.
“S'il vous plait. Merci beaucoup. Un de toi.”
“Do you have any idea what you’re saying?” She asked with a quirked brow.
“Not really. I never did French in school; I did Welsh and German.”
“And how useful are those languages?”
“In Wales and Germany? Pretty useful.”
“There you go again - using logic on me.” Santana said as she stole the coffee her sister had just made; stirring the sugar and hurling the spoon into the sink when she was finished with it, then chuckled when her sister winced at the noise.
“Comes with being an adult.” Izzy shrugged. “How was Glee club? It seemed unusually loud in there today when I walked passed.”
“We found out that Vocal Adrenalin are doing Gaga.”
“I didn’t understand that sentence.”
“You know, Vocal Adrenaline - Our rival Glee club - are doing Lady Gaga.”
“Lady Gaga? Do I know who that is? And why is it bad?”
“You’re so old.” Santana shook her head at her sister’s lack of musical knowledge passed 1999. “It’s bad because its guaranteed theatrics; and judges love that crap.”
“Okay.” Izzy answered blankly. “I still don’t understand it, but I have to assume that you aren’t happy about it, because of how you were treating that steak when I walked in.”
“It’s something to do with Jesse, I know it.” She said waving the hammer around angrily.
“Oh I don’t like him. He’s a smarmy little weasel.”
“I know! It didn’t occur to me until I got home that Jesse might know something, and I text Quinn, and I haven’t heard back from her, and it’s been like two hours. I tried Rachel too, and I haven’t heard from her either.”
“Yes, it is very suspicious when a teenager doesn’t answer a text straight away.”
“That wasn’t helpful.”
“I know that now.” Izzy said as she rubbed her sisters’ shoulder. “I’m sure everything is fine and dandy.”
“You know what? I’m gonna try calling her again.” She put the hammer down and wiped her hands on a nearby cloth, then snatched her phone from the counter. After four rings, Quinn finally picked up.
“Answer your fucking texts woman!”
‘We had our phones off. Are you at home? You are not going to believe what just happened.’ Quinn said breathlessly.
“Yeah, I’m home. What’s going on?”
‘I’ll be two minutes.’ Then the blonde clicked off.
Santana held her phone out at arms length, and growled, then slammed it down.
“That’s the thing with cell phones.” Izzy said as she picked up the phone from the flour on the counter, and wiped it off with a paper towel. “There is no satisfying way of hanging up angrily. Is everything alright?”
“Quinn’s on her way. Something happened. I don’t know what.”
“Okay.” The older Lopez sister exhaled as she shook off her jacket, and tossed it over the dining chair. “I’ll finish dinner.” She said wearily. There was always some bloody drama with these kids.
“No.” Santana rolled her eyes. “I can do with hitting something for a bit longer.”
“I’ll leave you to it then. I need a shower.”
By the time Quinn barged in through the kitchen door, Santana had gone passed tenderizing the meat, and had committed fully to making it mush. “This had better be good.” She told the blonde through gritted teeth. She wasn’t speaking from anger, she was speaking from worry, but sometimes it was hard to distinguish between the two.
“Me and Rach and Mercedes went to Carmel to spy on Vocal Adrenaline-”
“The Hell? Without me?”
“Let me finish.” The brunette held her hands up, and the blonde continued. “Okay so, we were in the auditorium, even tough I really didn’t want to be there, but Rachel literally forced a pro/con list in my face that I couldn’t argue with, and on our way there we spotted Mercedes so Rachel decided that she was going to ask her to come along too, but I don’t know why. Maybe has something to do with trying to get her to like her, I don’t know-“
“Fabray! There’s letting you finish, and then there’s letting you just ramble aimlessly.”
“Right. So we were up top watching, and their director, Ms Corcoran, started singing, and then -Fft- Rachel was up and walking towards the stage, and I’m thinking ‘Holy noodles, this is the worst recon mission ever!’-”
“QUINN!”
“Ms Corcoran is Rachel’s mom!”
Santana stared open mouthed at her friend for a few moments before her brain accepted this information. “Well… shit.” Was all she managed to say.
“Yeah, pretty much.” Quinn agreed, and walked over to the fridge and took several slices of ham.
“Wait. Why aren’t you there with her?”
“It’s not my place to be. She text me after I left - asking me not to tell her Dad’s.”
“Right.”
“I’ve been driving around for half an hour, just freaking out.”
“Why?”
“Whether people like it or not; Rachel is our star performer. She’s just found out her mother is the director of the, decidedly more polished Glee club that actually wins things. What if she leaves?”
“She wouldn’t leave.”
“Why wouldn’t she? Vocal Adrenaline are actually good.”
“So are we! We are damn good. And we don’t all look the same.”
“And you know if she leaves, Jesse will follow.”
“So?” Santana frowned.
“We’ll only have eleven people.”
“I think you’re over-thinking this. She won’t leave.”
“You didn’t see the two of them San, they could be bonding as we speak!”
“You don’t think that is a good thing?”
“Shelby Corcoran is going to steal Rachel from me! - Us. From us.”
“Ah, jeez.” The brunette puffed out her cheeks.
“Can I stay here for a bit?”
“While you continue to freak out?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, course you can.”
“Thanks.” Quinn took a seat on a stool the other side of the counter, and put her chin in her hands. “What’s for food?”
“My famous knuckle sandwich.”
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