Backlog: Santana and Quinn.
WHO: Santana and Quinn.
WHAT: Developing a friendship.
WHERE: Lunchroom.
WHEN: 6th Grade.
Quinn was sitting alone for the time being. She was sick of the stupid boys and she didn’t feel like putting up with them right now. They often seemed to be the rowdiest during lunch and once school was over. She pulled an apple from her lunch bag as well as a prepackaged salad and a bottle of water. Since Quinn had lost all that weight before the start of this school year, she planned to keep it off. She was never going back to what she was before. She didn’t like herself anymore back then and that made her lose the weight. Besides the fact that her mother and her sister made a big deal about her weight. She hated being the fat kid and now she was disgusted by any fat kid she came across.
She bit into her apple and chewed slowly, glancing over at the table that Puck was sitting at as everyone at the table cheered over something stupid, no doubt. Rolling her eyes, Quinn turned away and pulled out her phone, checking her text messages and then her Facebook account.
Lunch here was the worst. Santana frowned down at the grayish “salisbury steak” on her tray and sighed. She walked toward the tables, glancing over at Puck’s table. They were totally being gross right now and she didn’t want to sit there, but where else was she supposed to sit?
Quinn glanced up from her phone, checking for teachers to make sure her phone didn't get taken away. Her gaze landed on Santana. She thought she was definitely going to sit with Puck, but when she didn't, Quinn gave a small wave in her direction. "Santana, hey."
Glancing over when her name was called, Santana saw Quinn. She didn’t really know Quinn like that. Yeah, they’d hung out with everyone, but Santana thought Quinn was bossy and kinda whiny and stuck up. So, she didn’t really talk to her a lot. But she guessed if it came to sitting with the boys and sitting with Quinn, it beat sitting with anyone else. She walked over to the table and sat down.
The blonde was really glad that Santana came over to sit with her. She knew they weren't really that friendly. They hung out in a group, but not on their own and while there were things Quinn didn't like about Santana, she didn't think she was so bad. "What's up?" she asked once the other girl was seated.
Cutting into her steak, Santana shrugged. “Um, I don’t know. You called me over here. What’s up with you? Why aren’t you sitting with everyone else?” It was still pretty early in the school year. They’d both started middle school and usually sat with the boys because of the summer.
Quinn shrugged. "They're a bunch of animals." She took another bite of her apple and let her guard down a bit. "Didn't feel like dealing with it today." She chewed slowly and then took a drink of her water. "I can't believe you're actually trying to eat that," she commented and nodded toward the "steak."
Santana grinned a little. “I am because it tastes gross, but I can throw it up during gym and I won’t have to participate.” Santana actually liked gym as a class, but hated the teacher. She wanted to be in the other gym class, but her mom wouldn’t come to the school to get her changed. Hector said she didn’t need to.
The blonde's eyes widened slightly. That was a good idea. "Ahh," she said and wiped the somewhat surprised look off her face. "Nice plan. I bet it'll taste and look better than that coming back up." She took another bite of her apple.
Laughing, Santana took a bite.It was really gross, but whatever she was hungry. “Where is your lunch? Like is that all you’re gonna eat?”
"Yep," Quinn answered once she swallowed her mouthful of apple. She popped the lid of her salad container and fished out her Italian dressing. "I don't eat school cafeteria crap. I bet that stuff is loaded with unnecessary calories and is pretty bad for you..." Plus, school food was off limits since she was on a diet from now until forever.
“Calories? What are those?” Santana asked, genuinely confused as to what the blonde was talking about. “I eat all kinds of bad stuff for me. Like people say fries and burgers are bad for you, right? Cuz I eat those like everyday.” She dipped her spork into the mashed potatoes and spooned them into her mouth.
Quinn actually kind of hated Santana for not knowing what calories were and that she ate burgers and fries all the time. It wasn't fair. "Calories are like... it's a number in food. And we're supposed to eat a certain number of calories a day. If you eat a lot more than that, you gain weight. If you eat less than that, you lose weight. So, yeah, I bet that stuff is loaded with calories. Just like burgers and fries are." Yeah, Quinn was really jealous. She took another bite of her apple.
Santana paused for a moment, just staring at Quinn. Was that true? She wasn’t sure. “I eat lots of burgers and stuff all of the time. My doctor said I was too skinny,” she said with a frown. What the heck was Quinn talking about. “I don’t know. Maybe that’s a lie. Or maybe only some people get fat.”
Quinn shrugged. "Well, those will definitely fatten you up. If they don't do it now, they will by the time you're thirty. My sister said that her friend Erica's mom used to be really skinny like Erica is now and she ate whatever she wanted and then once she got to be, like, twenty seven or something, she couldn't eat whatever anymore and now she's fat. Like really fat. So, like, Erica is totally careful now because she doesn't want to suddenly get fat like her mom." She took a drink of her water. "That's why I eat lots of vegetables and fruits and stuff so that I never get fat." Again, that is.
Santana listened to Quinn’s words. Her stomach churned a little. She didn’t really believe her for the most part, but still, there was a small part of her that worried that what Quinn said might be true. “Whatever, I’ll look it up when I go home,” she said, but she pushed her tray away. She wasn’t very hungry anymore.
"Yeah, you should." Quinn didn't really know all of the facts. Some things, she just didn't understand about it. But she was pretty sure she was right about most things. "Anyway... My, uh, mom said something to me this morning about going to the mall for, like, a shopping spree or whatever. My dad got a bonus. You should totally come."
Making a face, Santana shook her head. “I hate shopping. It’s so boring and I hate trying stuff on,” she said with a frown. Her mom said she would outgrow her hatred, but so far it hadn’t happened. She’d rather hang out with Puck and the guys and play video games. She’d never seen Quinn play a video game.
"Oh." Quinn wasn't really expecting her to say no. "How do you hate shopping? It isn't boring, it's fun." She hadn't liked shopping before she slimmed down, but now she loved it. Especially since her mom bought her nearly anything she wanted. "I bet you've just been shopping with the wrong people. You should really come with me. We'll probably go to the salon and get mani's and pedi's. It'd be my mom's treat."
Still not convinced, Santana hesitated and shrugged. “I have to ask my mom, but I guess,” she said. She couldn’t hang with boys forever, her mother kept saying that. Hector had also been getting on her about that. How “his daughter” needed to start acting like a girl. Santana hated that, but it wasn’t like she could argue with him. Her mom always got super mad when she did. Maybe now they wouldn’t bother her about it.
"You should ask her when you get home. I'll call you later tonight about it. I mean, I'll ask my mom too, but she agrees to, like, everything so it should be fine. It'll be fun. I promise." Quinn really wanted to be friends with Santana. Well, to be better friends with her. They were sort of friends, but not really, and she really liked the other girl. She thought she was cool.
“Okay, I’ll ask her. She might want to talk to your mom, but she might not. Sometimes she cares about junk like that. Then sometimes she says yes because she’s tired and doesn’t wanna have to deal with stuff.” Santana missed when her mom wasn’t tired all of the time, but she didn’t like to think about it.
"That's fine. Everyone gets along with my mom. Like, face to face or whatever." Her mom sometimes bitched about the other mothers or their neighbors she was friendly with, but she was always nice to everyone's faces. "I really, really hope she says yes. I could just have my mom call your mom if you want."
Santana shook her head. “No, I’ll ask her and then when you call, I’ll tell you what she said, okay?” She didn’t get why Quinn was being so pushy about this, but she would ask her mom. So, whatever.
"Yeah, sounds good." Quinn smiled at her and nodded. She was looking forward to spending more one on one time with Santana. She wanted to become really good friends.
WHAT: Developing a friendship.
WHERE: Lunchroom.
WHEN: 6th Grade.
Quinn was sitting alone for the time being. She was sick of the stupid boys and she didn’t feel like putting up with them right now. They often seemed to be the rowdiest during lunch and once school was over. She pulled an apple from her lunch bag as well as a prepackaged salad and a bottle of water. Since Quinn had lost all that weight before the start of this school year, she planned to keep it off. She was never going back to what she was before. She didn’t like herself anymore back then and that made her lose the weight. Besides the fact that her mother and her sister made a big deal about her weight. She hated being the fat kid and now she was disgusted by any fat kid she came across.
She bit into her apple and chewed slowly, glancing over at the table that Puck was sitting at as everyone at the table cheered over something stupid, no doubt. Rolling her eyes, Quinn turned away and pulled out her phone, checking her text messages and then her Facebook account.
Lunch here was the worst. Santana frowned down at the grayish “salisbury steak” on her tray and sighed. She walked toward the tables, glancing over at Puck’s table. They were totally being gross right now and she didn’t want to sit there, but where else was she supposed to sit?
Quinn glanced up from her phone, checking for teachers to make sure her phone didn't get taken away. Her gaze landed on Santana. She thought she was definitely going to sit with Puck, but when she didn't, Quinn gave a small wave in her direction. "Santana, hey."
Glancing over when her name was called, Santana saw Quinn. She didn’t really know Quinn like that. Yeah, they’d hung out with everyone, but Santana thought Quinn was bossy and kinda whiny and stuck up. So, she didn’t really talk to her a lot. But she guessed if it came to sitting with the boys and sitting with Quinn, it beat sitting with anyone else. She walked over to the table and sat down.
The blonde was really glad that Santana came over to sit with her. She knew they weren't really that friendly. They hung out in a group, but not on their own and while there were things Quinn didn't like about Santana, she didn't think she was so bad. "What's up?" she asked once the other girl was seated.
Cutting into her steak, Santana shrugged. “Um, I don’t know. You called me over here. What’s up with you? Why aren’t you sitting with everyone else?” It was still pretty early in the school year. They’d both started middle school and usually sat with the boys because of the summer.
Quinn shrugged. "They're a bunch of animals." She took another bite of her apple and let her guard down a bit. "Didn't feel like dealing with it today." She chewed slowly and then took a drink of her water. "I can't believe you're actually trying to eat that," she commented and nodded toward the "steak."
Santana grinned a little. “I am because it tastes gross, but I can throw it up during gym and I won’t have to participate.” Santana actually liked gym as a class, but hated the teacher. She wanted to be in the other gym class, but her mom wouldn’t come to the school to get her changed. Hector said she didn’t need to.
The blonde's eyes widened slightly. That was a good idea. "Ahh," she said and wiped the somewhat surprised look off her face. "Nice plan. I bet it'll taste and look better than that coming back up." She took another bite of her apple.
Laughing, Santana took a bite.It was really gross, but whatever she was hungry. “Where is your lunch? Like is that all you’re gonna eat?”
"Yep," Quinn answered once she swallowed her mouthful of apple. She popped the lid of her salad container and fished out her Italian dressing. "I don't eat school cafeteria crap. I bet that stuff is loaded with unnecessary calories and is pretty bad for you..." Plus, school food was off limits since she was on a diet from now until forever.
“Calories? What are those?” Santana asked, genuinely confused as to what the blonde was talking about. “I eat all kinds of bad stuff for me. Like people say fries and burgers are bad for you, right? Cuz I eat those like everyday.” She dipped her spork into the mashed potatoes and spooned them into her mouth.
Quinn actually kind of hated Santana for not knowing what calories were and that she ate burgers and fries all the time. It wasn't fair. "Calories are like... it's a number in food. And we're supposed to eat a certain number of calories a day. If you eat a lot more than that, you gain weight. If you eat less than that, you lose weight. So, yeah, I bet that stuff is loaded with calories. Just like burgers and fries are." Yeah, Quinn was really jealous. She took another bite of her apple.
Santana paused for a moment, just staring at Quinn. Was that true? She wasn’t sure. “I eat lots of burgers and stuff all of the time. My doctor said I was too skinny,” she said with a frown. What the heck was Quinn talking about. “I don’t know. Maybe that’s a lie. Or maybe only some people get fat.”
Quinn shrugged. "Well, those will definitely fatten you up. If they don't do it now, they will by the time you're thirty. My sister said that her friend Erica's mom used to be really skinny like Erica is now and she ate whatever she wanted and then once she got to be, like, twenty seven or something, she couldn't eat whatever anymore and now she's fat. Like really fat. So, like, Erica is totally careful now because she doesn't want to suddenly get fat like her mom." She took a drink of her water. "That's why I eat lots of vegetables and fruits and stuff so that I never get fat." Again, that is.
Santana listened to Quinn’s words. Her stomach churned a little. She didn’t really believe her for the most part, but still, there was a small part of her that worried that what Quinn said might be true. “Whatever, I’ll look it up when I go home,” she said, but she pushed her tray away. She wasn’t very hungry anymore.
"Yeah, you should." Quinn didn't really know all of the facts. Some things, she just didn't understand about it. But she was pretty sure she was right about most things. "Anyway... My, uh, mom said something to me this morning about going to the mall for, like, a shopping spree or whatever. My dad got a bonus. You should totally come."
Making a face, Santana shook her head. “I hate shopping. It’s so boring and I hate trying stuff on,” she said with a frown. Her mom said she would outgrow her hatred, but so far it hadn’t happened. She’d rather hang out with Puck and the guys and play video games. She’d never seen Quinn play a video game.
"Oh." Quinn wasn't really expecting her to say no. "How do you hate shopping? It isn't boring, it's fun." She hadn't liked shopping before she slimmed down, but now she loved it. Especially since her mom bought her nearly anything she wanted. "I bet you've just been shopping with the wrong people. You should really come with me. We'll probably go to the salon and get mani's and pedi's. It'd be my mom's treat."
Still not convinced, Santana hesitated and shrugged. “I have to ask my mom, but I guess,” she said. She couldn’t hang with boys forever, her mother kept saying that. Hector had also been getting on her about that. How “his daughter” needed to start acting like a girl. Santana hated that, but it wasn’t like she could argue with him. Her mom always got super mad when she did. Maybe now they wouldn’t bother her about it.
"You should ask her when you get home. I'll call you later tonight about it. I mean, I'll ask my mom too, but she agrees to, like, everything so it should be fine. It'll be fun. I promise." Quinn really wanted to be friends with Santana. Well, to be better friends with her. They were sort of friends, but not really, and she really liked the other girl. She thought she was cool.
“Okay, I’ll ask her. She might want to talk to your mom, but she might not. Sometimes she cares about junk like that. Then sometimes she says yes because she’s tired and doesn’t wanna have to deal with stuff.” Santana missed when her mom wasn’t tired all of the time, but she didn’t like to think about it.
"That's fine. Everyone gets along with my mom. Like, face to face or whatever." Her mom sometimes bitched about the other mothers or their neighbors she was friendly with, but she was always nice to everyone's faces. "I really, really hope she says yes. I could just have my mom call your mom if you want."
Santana shook her head. “No, I’ll ask her and then when you call, I’ll tell you what she said, okay?” She didn’t get why Quinn was being so pushy about this, but she would ask her mom. So, whatever.
"Yeah, sounds good." Quinn smiled at her and nodded. She was looking forward to spending more one on one time with Santana. She wanted to become really good friends.