She's Got My Heart [3/?]
Title: She's Got My Heart
Author: gabbie217 & bloodxfuck
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairings: Rachel/Brittany/Santana; Quinn/Finn; Eventual Rachel/Brittany/Santana/Quinn
Summary: Quinn's world and sexuality are turned upside down when three damaged foster-home girls enter her life. Can she save them?
Spoiler Alert: None. AU.
Author's Note: This was written in an RP so it may be rough. And sexytimes will happen so be warned.
Staring at Santana’s plump lips, Rachel reacted instinctively. She leaned up and captured it with her own lips. She kissed the Latina and claimed the lips as her own. To share with Brittany of course.
Neck tingling, Brittany tore her eyes from the hotness that was her girlfriends making out.
She saw the blonde lingering by the door. Brittany jabbed Santana on the shoulder, harder then intended. Just because Brittany felt a weird need to help the blonde, doesn't mean Brittany would let her watch Rachel and Santana.
Santana made an annoyed sound, which was muffled by Rachel's lips. She reluctantly pulled back from the petite brunette and looked at Brittany, who was staring over her shoulder. Santana turned and glowered at the blonde in the doorway. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
"What the hell are you doing?" Santana demanded. "Pervert."
Quinn scrunched up her face in a confused expression. "Excuse me?" she snapped, stepping forwards because she'd never been called a pervert before. Never felt like one either, but she guess it looked strange from where the other girls were kissing. Standing. From where they were standing. Even Quinn's train of thought was turning lesbian.
"Here's a shirt," Quinn said in an offended tone of voice, tossing it at the Latina.
Surprised to see that the blonde was back, Rachel just still wondering about the display of emotions she’d shown. Shock. Offense. And was that a touch of longing that Rachel detected?
She flinched as the shirt came sailing towards them. Rachel closed her eyes and told herself it was just a shirt. Not a fist.
Catching the shirt, Santana looked at it for a moment. It was just a generic, dark grey t-shirt. She tugged it down over her head and pulled it down to cover her stomach. She looked at Brittany and Rachel, deciding they could pick up where they left off once they were out of this hell of a school.
Santana, deciding she needed to find out who this girl was before she let her spend any more time with them, turned to the blonde and stuck her hand out towards her.
"I'm Santana, this is Brittany and Rachel," she introduced, gesturing to her girlfriends in kind.
Quinn hesitated before taking the Latina's hand and giving it a brief squeeze. "I'm Quinn Fabray," she responded.
Santana's hand tightened for a long moment around Quinn's, her palm warm and soft and lingering. Quinn felt herself blush again, and Santana gave a smirk before releasing her hand.
Brittany was trying to figure out Quinn; she was intriguing. The girl’s eyes lingered on Santana and her cheeks had turned pink when she shook San's hands. But she spoke like a bitch. Kind of like Santana.
Rachel was also interested in Quinn’s reaction to Santana but for different reasons. Rachel stepped in front of Santana's still topless body.
"Nice to meet you... Quidd was it?" Rachel asked in a sweet voice. What can she say? Jealousy brought out the worst in her.
Fighting a smile at Rachel's mock politeness, Santana stepped back and looped her arm around Brittany's waist. They both watched Rachel's show of possessiveness, Santana feeling even more turned on.
"It’s Quinn," the blonde corrected, stressing the 'n' sound. The more she saw of these three, the more confused she became. "Um, how's your nose?"
"Hmm. Well, Quidd, if you're done ogling my girlfriend, I think we'll be on our way," Rachel said coolly. "And my nose is fine. No thanks to you."
Grabbing both Santana and Brittany's hands, Rachel stalked out of the bathroom, shooting Quinn a heated look.
"Ogling?" Quinn said in a high-pitched voice, but they were already out the door. Quinn stayed where she was, trying to recover from her weird morning. She needed something normal, which wasn't really in abundance at McKinley.
-
Brittany had to fight back a smile. Nothing was hotter then a possessive girlfriend. Quinn better be careful. Santana may be the tough one who was first to draw out her fists, bit Rachel didn't joke around when it came to her girlfriends.
Beaming, Brittany ran a soothing hand on Rachel's arm. She tried to make her eyes say "We're yours and only yours" but she wasn't sure she succeeded.
Santana threw her arms around her girlfriends as they walked down the hallway. "I think I might like it here after all," she said contemplatively. If they could get by on confusion and making people uncomfortable, they might just make it until their eighteenth birthdays.
Brittany flashed a smirk at Santana. She knew that Santana liked this school because it had a blonde student that brought out a side of Rachel that meant at least three hours of sexy times from Rachel. After a jealous bout, Rachel would mark her girlfriends with hickies and orgasms.
Ignoring Santana, Rachel began muttering under her breath. "Oh, look at me. I'm a blonde, skinny, beautiful girl with big hazel eyes. I like to undress people with my eyes. Aren't I just the bestest? I saved the day and got her a shirt. I only accept payment in orgasms. I expect to be paid back within the hour."
Laughing at Rachel’s mumblings, Santana managed to forget her initial worries. That was until she spotted the jerk that had slushied her in the parking lot. He was wearing a letterman jacket now and was talking to some guy with a mohawk in an identical jacket. Football jocks, Santana guessed.
Santana linked arms with her girlfriends and quickly turned them around, steering them in the opposite direction. "We forgot to go to the office and pick up our schedules," Santana said hesitantly.
As Santana turned her around, Brittany caught sight of two huge football players. One of whom they’d the unfortunate privilege of meeting. She repressed a shudder. Santana had made sure they wouldn't see him and Brittany didn't want Santana to know she saw. Cause then San would want to end the whole thing right then and there.
"I thought Eric already got them? Santana did you forget them? He went to so much trouble!" Rachel said, not having noticed what Brittany did.
Santana frowned at Rachel. Eric and John might've been sweet, but they were like every other foster parents they'd had: temporary. Hearing the actual concern in Rachel's voice was a slap in the face for Santana. She'd gotten used to the three of them being each others homes.
"So?" Santana said bitterly. "It's not a big deal."
Quickly backtracking when she heard Santana's tone, Rachel said, "I'm sure you didn't mean to. We left in a hurry. And it's just a schedule. Not like he did anything of great importance."
Santana hesitated a moment before linking her fingers with Rachel's and offering her a smile. "It'll just be a sec," she said as they made it to the office.
Brittany let her girlfriends talk and le her mind wander. Wander back to the blonde. Brittany felt the urge to get to know what lay underneath Quinn’s exterior What she had hidden beneath that mask...
-
Eventually Quinn left the bathroom and paused in the hallway. Students were filing in. First period would be starting in about ten minutes, so people were showing up now. Quinn held her head high and walked down the hallway, off to find Finn.
Finn hadn't replied to Quinn's latest text asking where he was, so when Quinn saw Puckerman and Dave Karofsky in the hallway she walked over to them.
"Have either of you seen Finn?" she asked.
Puck gave her a once over, eyes rolling up and down her body. Before they'd slept together Quinn had found his confidence mesmerizing. Now she just thought about nine months of hell and any lust she might've had for him had disappeared into the ether. Quinn ignored him.
"No idea," Karofsky answered, which meant Quinn was done with them. She turned and walked away, unconsciously wringing her hands. She needed Finn, someone, because she was just scaring herself with thoughts about those three girls.
Quinn was about to turn around and march back to Puck, demand he kiss her, because her brain wasn't working right. There was something jamming the cogs of her thought and it just kept ticking over one thing: gay. She needed to prove that she was just over analyzing, looking too hard at her herself. But she couldn't deny the swell of lust she'd felt at seeing Santana and Rachel kissing.
Tugging at a lock of her blonde hair, Quinn jumped when someone touched her shoulder. When she turned she felt relief swarm her.
"Finn," she said, managing to sound annoyed. "I've been texting you, why didn't you reply?"
"Sorry," Finn said, cautiously putting his hands on her waist and smiling. "My phone died. I was going to charge it in the choir room. What's wrong? You look all weird."
"I do not," Quinn snapped, because she was perfectly normal. Nothing wrong with her.
Finn held his hands up in surrender. He knew his girlfriend had mood swings that could go from fine to raging at the drop of a hat, so he'd realised it was best not to argue with her.
"Whatever," he said, trying his luck by wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling him gently towards him. She'd been so distant lately that he had to know how she'd react. Finn said with an unsure smile, "I love you."
-
The blonde was nearby. She looked freaked out and nervous. Rachel held Brittany's hand tightly and ignored the small fact that Quidd was actually very beautiful for a homewrecking wannabe.
As an experienced lesbian, Brittany knew the signs. And the look she’d noticed on the blonde’s face was a familiar gay panic. Most likely the "I can't be gay" stage.
Realising that her girlfriend's weren't paying attention to the hallway in front of them, Santana looked over her shoulder at what had caught their interest. It was Quinn again. She was with some tall jock.
"What do we think of her?" Santana asked, unsure of what Brittany and Rachel saw in her. Santana knew what she saw; a hyper uptight pretty girl. Sure, there might have been some lesbian tendencies there, but she was the kind of girl who shoved it all into the back of her mind to marry some guy and push out his brats.
Brittany touched Santana's shoulder to get her attention, then she shrugged. She honestly didn't know what to think of the girl.
Quinn was like that Katy Perry song. Hot and Cold. First she was trying to help them, then she was not. Quinn seemed to be at the very least bicurious, but then she acted like a good church girl.
The whole thing almost made Brittany's head hurt
"I don't like her." Rachel sniffed haughtily. "But, I see no real threat. As long as she keeps her eyes to herself and her hands where I can see them." Then Rachel admitted, "But we all find her slightly attractive. Even if she is annoying."
"You two are all I need anyway," Santana told her girlfriends, unbothered by the fact that people were starting to notice the three of them. Which meant the staring and whispering wasn't far away.
-
Brittany wasn’t a shy person. Sure, like every other girl she had her insecurities and moments of self doubt, and there was the whole not talking thing, but none of that added up to shy.
The way people talked about her behind their hands, though, made her cheeks burn. Not out of embarrassment. She was used to being talked about. It was the fact that they were judging her and her girlfriends without even trying to get to know them. At least in the hood they gave you a 5 minute trial run. Apparently that was not the case in this small town.
Santana clenched her jaw and walked into the office to keep out of the way of the people shuffling in before first period. Brittany and Rachel followed her, but waited back while Santana approached the woman behind the desk. After a brief, slightly agitated conversation the woman printed out three separate schedules and handed them to Santana.
Holding her head high, Rachel firmly held Brittany's had and reached for Santana's when their girlfriend returned with their schedules. She marched down the hall, ready for whatever they threw at her.
Rifling through their schedules, Santana ignored the other people in the hallway. She shot several mean glares in order to get them out of their way, but she was relieved as she compared schedules.
"We have most classes together," she told Rachel and Brittany. "Thank fuck."
Rachel gave a sigh of relief. Which quickly turned to annoyance. There was Quidd staring at Santana like she was Jesus come back to earth.
-
"Finn," Quinn said, pulling an annoyed face. "I'm not in the mood."
"You can't even say it back?" Finn said loudly, drawing attention from the other students. Quinn gave him a bland look and was trying to shove back an acerbic insult when she caught sight of those three girls again. Rachel, Brittany, and Santana.
She looked at them for a long moment, watching them approach with their heads held high. People were starting to notice them. It was hard not to. They were beautiful and provocative in a way Quinn hadn't seen before.
She was so distracted that Finn waved his hand in front of her face.
"Stare much, Quidd?" Rachel hissed when they passed the blonde.
Yep. Quinn was definitely gay. Not bi-curious but full on capital G gay.
"What was that about?" Finn asked, gesturing to the three girls who had sauntered by. Quinn watched them go and blinked a few times, a little stunned.
"Nothing," Quinn said slowly, licking her lips and looking back to Finn. "Class starts soon. I'll see you... at lunch." Quinn walked away from her boyfriend, feeling like she was wading through a dream. Her whole morning had been surreal.
-
Slapping her girlfriend lightly on the shoulder, Santana snorted a laugh. "Damn, is there a janitor's closet I can drag you into, Rach?" she said, putting her arm around Brittany's waist and letting her hand slide down to her hip. She was getting a little hot and bothered by her girlfriend's jealousy.
Jealous Rachel was pretty hot. Maybe it was that, or maybe it was because Santana was turned on, or maybe Brittany wanted Rachel to mark them as hers. Shatter the reason, Brittany tugged on Rachel's hand and led them to a smaller door. She opened it and beamed at them as if to say: "Closet!"
Rachel stood uncertainly in the doorway. They had class. It was their first day. They really shouldn't... But Quinn... Quinn had to be reminded that Santana was taken. Mind made up, Rachel marched in and dragged Santana in with her. Screw class.
Author: gabbie217 & bloodxfuck
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairings: Rachel/Brittany/Santana; Quinn/Finn; Eventual Rachel/Brittany/Santana/Quinn
Summary: Quinn's world and sexuality are turned upside down when three damaged foster-home girls enter her life. Can she save them?
Spoiler Alert: None. AU.
Author's Note: This was written in an RP so it may be rough. And sexytimes will happen so be warned.
Staring at Santana’s plump lips, Rachel reacted instinctively. She leaned up and captured it with her own lips. She kissed the Latina and claimed the lips as her own. To share with Brittany of course.
Neck tingling, Brittany tore her eyes from the hotness that was her girlfriends making out.
She saw the blonde lingering by the door. Brittany jabbed Santana on the shoulder, harder then intended. Just because Brittany felt a weird need to help the blonde, doesn't mean Brittany would let her watch Rachel and Santana.
Santana made an annoyed sound, which was muffled by Rachel's lips. She reluctantly pulled back from the petite brunette and looked at Brittany, who was staring over her shoulder. Santana turned and glowered at the blonde in the doorway. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
"What the hell are you doing?" Santana demanded. "Pervert."
Quinn scrunched up her face in a confused expression. "Excuse me?" she snapped, stepping forwards because she'd never been called a pervert before. Never felt like one either, but she guess it looked strange from where the other girls were kissing. Standing. From where they were standing. Even Quinn's train of thought was turning lesbian.
"Here's a shirt," Quinn said in an offended tone of voice, tossing it at the Latina.
Surprised to see that the blonde was back, Rachel just still wondering about the display of emotions she’d shown. Shock. Offense. And was that a touch of longing that Rachel detected?
She flinched as the shirt came sailing towards them. Rachel closed her eyes and told herself it was just a shirt. Not a fist.
Catching the shirt, Santana looked at it for a moment. It was just a generic, dark grey t-shirt. She tugged it down over her head and pulled it down to cover her stomach. She looked at Brittany and Rachel, deciding they could pick up where they left off once they were out of this hell of a school.
Santana, deciding she needed to find out who this girl was before she let her spend any more time with them, turned to the blonde and stuck her hand out towards her.
"I'm Santana, this is Brittany and Rachel," she introduced, gesturing to her girlfriends in kind.
Quinn hesitated before taking the Latina's hand and giving it a brief squeeze. "I'm Quinn Fabray," she responded.
Santana's hand tightened for a long moment around Quinn's, her palm warm and soft and lingering. Quinn felt herself blush again, and Santana gave a smirk before releasing her hand.
Brittany was trying to figure out Quinn; she was intriguing. The girl’s eyes lingered on Santana and her cheeks had turned pink when she shook San's hands. But she spoke like a bitch. Kind of like Santana.
Rachel was also interested in Quinn’s reaction to Santana but for different reasons. Rachel stepped in front of Santana's still topless body.
"Nice to meet you... Quidd was it?" Rachel asked in a sweet voice. What can she say? Jealousy brought out the worst in her.
Fighting a smile at Rachel's mock politeness, Santana stepped back and looped her arm around Brittany's waist. They both watched Rachel's show of possessiveness, Santana feeling even more turned on.
"It’s Quinn," the blonde corrected, stressing the 'n' sound. The more she saw of these three, the more confused she became. "Um, how's your nose?"
"Hmm. Well, Quidd, if you're done ogling my girlfriend, I think we'll be on our way," Rachel said coolly. "And my nose is fine. No thanks to you."
Grabbing both Santana and Brittany's hands, Rachel stalked out of the bathroom, shooting Quinn a heated look.
"Ogling?" Quinn said in a high-pitched voice, but they were already out the door. Quinn stayed where she was, trying to recover from her weird morning. She needed something normal, which wasn't really in abundance at McKinley.
-
Brittany had to fight back a smile. Nothing was hotter then a possessive girlfriend. Quinn better be careful. Santana may be the tough one who was first to draw out her fists, bit Rachel didn't joke around when it came to her girlfriends.
Beaming, Brittany ran a soothing hand on Rachel's arm. She tried to make her eyes say "We're yours and only yours" but she wasn't sure she succeeded.
Santana threw her arms around her girlfriends as they walked down the hallway. "I think I might like it here after all," she said contemplatively. If they could get by on confusion and making people uncomfortable, they might just make it until their eighteenth birthdays.
Brittany flashed a smirk at Santana. She knew that Santana liked this school because it had a blonde student that brought out a side of Rachel that meant at least three hours of sexy times from Rachel. After a jealous bout, Rachel would mark her girlfriends with hickies and orgasms.
Ignoring Santana, Rachel began muttering under her breath. "Oh, look at me. I'm a blonde, skinny, beautiful girl with big hazel eyes. I like to undress people with my eyes. Aren't I just the bestest? I saved the day and got her a shirt. I only accept payment in orgasms. I expect to be paid back within the hour."
Laughing at Rachel’s mumblings, Santana managed to forget her initial worries. That was until she spotted the jerk that had slushied her in the parking lot. He was wearing a letterman jacket now and was talking to some guy with a mohawk in an identical jacket. Football jocks, Santana guessed.
Santana linked arms with her girlfriends and quickly turned them around, steering them in the opposite direction. "We forgot to go to the office and pick up our schedules," Santana said hesitantly.
As Santana turned her around, Brittany caught sight of two huge football players. One of whom they’d the unfortunate privilege of meeting. She repressed a shudder. Santana had made sure they wouldn't see him and Brittany didn't want Santana to know she saw. Cause then San would want to end the whole thing right then and there.
"I thought Eric already got them? Santana did you forget them? He went to so much trouble!" Rachel said, not having noticed what Brittany did.
Santana frowned at Rachel. Eric and John might've been sweet, but they were like every other foster parents they'd had: temporary. Hearing the actual concern in Rachel's voice was a slap in the face for Santana. She'd gotten used to the three of them being each others homes.
"So?" Santana said bitterly. "It's not a big deal."
Quickly backtracking when she heard Santana's tone, Rachel said, "I'm sure you didn't mean to. We left in a hurry. And it's just a schedule. Not like he did anything of great importance."
Santana hesitated a moment before linking her fingers with Rachel's and offering her a smile. "It'll just be a sec," she said as they made it to the office.
Brittany let her girlfriends talk and le her mind wander. Wander back to the blonde. Brittany felt the urge to get to know what lay underneath Quinn’s exterior What she had hidden beneath that mask...
-
Eventually Quinn left the bathroom and paused in the hallway. Students were filing in. First period would be starting in about ten minutes, so people were showing up now. Quinn held her head high and walked down the hallway, off to find Finn.
Finn hadn't replied to Quinn's latest text asking where he was, so when Quinn saw Puckerman and Dave Karofsky in the hallway she walked over to them.
"Have either of you seen Finn?" she asked.
Puck gave her a once over, eyes rolling up and down her body. Before they'd slept together Quinn had found his confidence mesmerizing. Now she just thought about nine months of hell and any lust she might've had for him had disappeared into the ether. Quinn ignored him.
"No idea," Karofsky answered, which meant Quinn was done with them. She turned and walked away, unconsciously wringing her hands. She needed Finn, someone, because she was just scaring herself with thoughts about those three girls.
Quinn was about to turn around and march back to Puck, demand he kiss her, because her brain wasn't working right. There was something jamming the cogs of her thought and it just kept ticking over one thing: gay. She needed to prove that she was just over analyzing, looking too hard at her herself. But she couldn't deny the swell of lust she'd felt at seeing Santana and Rachel kissing.
Tugging at a lock of her blonde hair, Quinn jumped when someone touched her shoulder. When she turned she felt relief swarm her.
"Finn," she said, managing to sound annoyed. "I've been texting you, why didn't you reply?"
"Sorry," Finn said, cautiously putting his hands on her waist and smiling. "My phone died. I was going to charge it in the choir room. What's wrong? You look all weird."
"I do not," Quinn snapped, because she was perfectly normal. Nothing wrong with her.
Finn held his hands up in surrender. He knew his girlfriend had mood swings that could go from fine to raging at the drop of a hat, so he'd realised it was best not to argue with her.
"Whatever," he said, trying his luck by wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling him gently towards him. She'd been so distant lately that he had to know how she'd react. Finn said with an unsure smile, "I love you."
-
The blonde was nearby. She looked freaked out and nervous. Rachel held Brittany's hand tightly and ignored the small fact that Quidd was actually very beautiful for a homewrecking wannabe.
As an experienced lesbian, Brittany knew the signs. And the look she’d noticed on the blonde’s face was a familiar gay panic. Most likely the "I can't be gay" stage.
Realising that her girlfriend's weren't paying attention to the hallway in front of them, Santana looked over her shoulder at what had caught their interest. It was Quinn again. She was with some tall jock.
"What do we think of her?" Santana asked, unsure of what Brittany and Rachel saw in her. Santana knew what she saw; a hyper uptight pretty girl. Sure, there might have been some lesbian tendencies there, but she was the kind of girl who shoved it all into the back of her mind to marry some guy and push out his brats.
Brittany touched Santana's shoulder to get her attention, then she shrugged. She honestly didn't know what to think of the girl.
Quinn was like that Katy Perry song. Hot and Cold. First she was trying to help them, then she was not. Quinn seemed to be at the very least bicurious, but then she acted like a good church girl.
The whole thing almost made Brittany's head hurt
"I don't like her." Rachel sniffed haughtily. "But, I see no real threat. As long as she keeps her eyes to herself and her hands where I can see them." Then Rachel admitted, "But we all find her slightly attractive. Even if she is annoying."
"You two are all I need anyway," Santana told her girlfriends, unbothered by the fact that people were starting to notice the three of them. Which meant the staring and whispering wasn't far away.
-
Brittany wasn’t a shy person. Sure, like every other girl she had her insecurities and moments of self doubt, and there was the whole not talking thing, but none of that added up to shy.
The way people talked about her behind their hands, though, made her cheeks burn. Not out of embarrassment. She was used to being talked about. It was the fact that they were judging her and her girlfriends without even trying to get to know them. At least in the hood they gave you a 5 minute trial run. Apparently that was not the case in this small town.
Santana clenched her jaw and walked into the office to keep out of the way of the people shuffling in before first period. Brittany and Rachel followed her, but waited back while Santana approached the woman behind the desk. After a brief, slightly agitated conversation the woman printed out three separate schedules and handed them to Santana.
Holding her head high, Rachel firmly held Brittany's had and reached for Santana's when their girlfriend returned with their schedules. She marched down the hall, ready for whatever they threw at her.
Rifling through their schedules, Santana ignored the other people in the hallway. She shot several mean glares in order to get them out of their way, but she was relieved as she compared schedules.
"We have most classes together," she told Rachel and Brittany. "Thank fuck."
Rachel gave a sigh of relief. Which quickly turned to annoyance. There was Quidd staring at Santana like she was Jesus come back to earth.
-
"Finn," Quinn said, pulling an annoyed face. "I'm not in the mood."
"You can't even say it back?" Finn said loudly, drawing attention from the other students. Quinn gave him a bland look and was trying to shove back an acerbic insult when she caught sight of those three girls again. Rachel, Brittany, and Santana.
She looked at them for a long moment, watching them approach with their heads held high. People were starting to notice them. It was hard not to. They were beautiful and provocative in a way Quinn hadn't seen before.
She was so distracted that Finn waved his hand in front of her face.
"Stare much, Quidd?" Rachel hissed when they passed the blonde.
Yep. Quinn was definitely gay. Not bi-curious but full on capital G gay.
"What was that about?" Finn asked, gesturing to the three girls who had sauntered by. Quinn watched them go and blinked a few times, a little stunned.
"Nothing," Quinn said slowly, licking her lips and looking back to Finn. "Class starts soon. I'll see you... at lunch." Quinn walked away from her boyfriend, feeling like she was wading through a dream. Her whole morning had been surreal.
-
Slapping her girlfriend lightly on the shoulder, Santana snorted a laugh. "Damn, is there a janitor's closet I can drag you into, Rach?" she said, putting her arm around Brittany's waist and letting her hand slide down to her hip. She was getting a little hot and bothered by her girlfriend's jealousy.
Jealous Rachel was pretty hot. Maybe it was that, or maybe it was because Santana was turned on, or maybe Brittany wanted Rachel to mark them as hers. Shatter the reason, Brittany tugged on Rachel's hand and led them to a smaller door. She opened it and beamed at them as if to say: "Closet!"
Rachel stood uncertainly in the doorway. They had class. It was their first day. They really shouldn't... But Quinn... Quinn had to be reminded that Santana was taken. Mind made up, Rachel marched in and dragged Santana in with her. Screw class.