Off The Wall (1/?)
Title: Off The Wall
Author: sylvia_mystery
Pairing: Santana/Quinn
Rating: M (later) for sexual situations
Length: 1,600
Spoilers: Glee through 2x16 Original Song. Takes place in beginning of Night of Neglect, but no spoilers until next entry.
Summary: Santana figures out why Quinn has been so...distracted lately. At first she finds the situation hilarious, but sympathy for the blonde (and the rest of McKinley) soon outweighs said amusement, prompting her to take matters into her own hands.
A/N: I know some of you are awaiting the sequel to Gryffindor's Greatest Diva, but this had to claw it's way out before I could finish that up lol. (I have started it, so don't lose hope). Also, if i've made too many mistakes point me to a beta so I can get help with that. I wouldn't want to offend the grammar police ;P
Santana sat in the back of Will Schuester’s Spanish class with her cheek propped on her right hand. Her left was busy with a doodle of a large snake wrapping itself around the curly haired teacher, making his eyes bulge humorously. The only reason she had signed up for this stupid class in the first place was to help Brittany, the bonus was that Santana practically earned a free language credit; all she had to do was show up.
Sighing and looking over at the clock, she spied said blonde holding hands with Wheels under their desk. It had been months since she’d felt that same hand against her own during class. Seeing the blonde so content with someone that wasn’t her, caused Santana to clench her jaw in frustration and glare daggers at the back of Artie’s head. If she could concentrate hard enough maybe he would burst into flames.
A sudden cracking noise brought her attention back to her own paper. She had literally snapped her pencil in two with the force of her death grip. Great. It was going to be a long day.
Santana inspected the severed utensil in her hand. It had broken exactly in half…
After a few seconds of debating she shrugged and placed the eraser end off to the side. It wasn’t that splintery dark wood, so she decided to just continue drawing with the sharpened part. It wasn’t like it was worth digging around in her bag for another since she didn’t actually need to take notes.
She was shading in the bits of grey vest visible through the snake’s coils when a pale hand slapped her wrist down against the table, giving the cartoon version of Mr. Schue what appeared to be a hideously long nose hair.
“Just use a new freaking pencil already! Geez,” Quinn whisper-yelled from the seat on her right.
Santana whipped around to glare fiercely at her desk partner. “What the hell, Q?!” she said in the same hushed tone.
Quinn just rolled her eyes and turned forward again, resuming her staring contest with the space in front of her.
Santana narrowed her eyes, giving her blonde companion a once over before returning to her own paper. That was odd.
If Quinn had actually been upset at her, things wouldn’t have ended like that. Santana knew better. In fact, now that she thought about it, Quinn had been acting even more uptight than normal the past week or two. The ex-cheerio seemed to be constantly annoyed, and bits of crazy were starting to peek through her steely composure. Something was definitely up.
Santana pretended to take interest in the drawing again, but out of the corner of her eye she could see that Quinn’s gaze was still fixed on the space in front of them. The girl’s pink lips were practically cemented into a tight line, and she seemed lost to her own musings. Yep, something was going on. Quinn always paid attention in class, yet today, her notebook was suspiciously void of anything Spanish related.
Santana decided then, that she was going to investigate the cause of the blonde’s recent…distraction. She wanted to start right this instant, but they were stuck learning about, well she hadn’t really been paying attention, but there was still twenty minutes of it before the end of class.
She hummed in annoyance before picking up the eraser end of her pencil. She might as well fix her doodle. However, with one final glance up at the seemingly enthusiastic Spanish teacher, Santana tilted her head and smirked to herself. Hmm, on second thought maybe I’ll leave that…
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Santana flung her locker shut with a bang, just in time to see Brittany roll by on Artie’s lap, but the harsh sound was quickly muffled by the sea of juniors flooding the hall on their way to lunch. Santana rolled her eyes and began walking with the current toward the cafeteria. She’d been slyly observing Quinn all morning long, and had yet to notice anything else that seemed out of the ordinary. Quinn had been her usual studious self in their pre-Cal, and AP History classes. Although, hints of the inner bitch the girl had been reining in since Beth were beginning to peek through her calm exterior. That wasn’t to say the ex-cheerio would be transforming back into the HBIC anytime soon, but something was getting under her skin enough to cause a noticeable blemish.
Santana continued to rack her brain all the way through the lunch line; there was obviously something she was missing. As the Latina sat her tray down next to Mercedes and Sam at the “Gleek” table, she looked around for the blonde in question, but Quinn was nowhere to be found.
Hmm.
The former Ice Queen had taken to sitting with Finnocence and the jocks ever since Puck called her out on that hickey during celibacy club a few weeks ago. After quickly scanning the popular table for Finn, Santana couldn’t see the ‘boy giant’ lumbering over his classmates either.
Interesting.
Despite the possible lead, she decided to ponder the whereabouts of the uber-cliché, name-rhyming couple later, because the tots looked amazing today. Oh yeah, she and Mercedes were abouts’ to get their eat on.
When Santana reached AP-Chem that afternoon she still had 8 minutes before the end-of-lunch bell, so she dropped down on her assigned barstool and took out her phone. Since Britts liked to push McCripple Pants to and from class most of the time, she didn’t have anyone to keep her from coming in late. Her life was depressingly empty without Cheerios and the bubbly blonde. Well, she did have Sam, but she had been avoiding him in the halls to keep from hearing his nerdy voice impressions (Seriously, how many times can you reference Sean Connery in one conversation?). Okay, so maybe things had been a wee bit tense between them since she performed Trouty Mouth last week (She still didn’t see why it was such a big deal to sing a soulful tribute to your lover’s extra-large lips). And yeah, Santana might have been the one avoiding Brittany since the girl had chosen to stay with Roller Boy even after she had admitted her feelings. Whatever.
She was just opening Angry Birds, when a flushed looking Quinn shuffled through the door. The blonde practically slammed her books onto their lab table as she took her seat next to Santana. The Latina made an effort to appear unaffected as she began her quest to demolish the evil pig fortress.
Over the top of her game Santana watched Quinn reapply her lip gloss before haphazardly flipping her lab booklet to the page number listed on the board. The first action was nothing out of the ordinary, seeing as how they had just came from lunch, but- Before Santana could further assess her friend’s demeanor, her thoughts were derailed by the teach coming in and telling her to put her phone away unless she wanted to pick it up in Figgins’s office after school. Murmuring a few derogatory words under her breath, she locked the screen and tucked the phone securely back into her bra.
About fifteen minutes into the lesson Santana noticed that Quinn couldn’t seem to sit still. She tried to ignore the blonde’s squirming and focus on hydrogen bonds, but the girl’s constant fidgeting was becoming pretty damn distracting: squeezing her hand between her knees, readjusting her position on the stool, crossing and re-crossing her legs, and-
It hit Santana like a slushy to the face.
Finn.
Finn sat in front of them in Spanish. Quinn’s “angry” had been fixated on the back of Finn’s head the entire period. It all made sense now. How had she not caught on to this before now?! The constant irritation, drifting off in class, the frequent squirming, skipping lunch with her boyfriend…
Santana could barely restrain her laughter.
Quinn Fabray was sexually frustrated.
It was taking every ounce of willpower the Latina possessed not to lose it in the middle of class.
The fact that Quinn had just returned from a “nooner,” with her boyfriend, had the raven haired girl literally shaking in attempt to contain her amusement. Standing abruptly with a hand cupped over her twitching lips, Santana snatched a hall pass from the teach’s desk and practically dashed to the bathroom…where she proceeded to laugh uninhibited for the next five minutes.
Santana’s ribs ached by the time the spasms subsided. She was at the sink wiping the ruined mascara from under her eyes when the second wave hit her. After that she decided to just skip the rest of the period, because if she saw Quinn’s face anytime soon, there was no way she would be able to make it through the lesson without causing a scene. Believe it or not, Santana did care about her blonde friend enough not to openly tease her about it in front of half the junior class. Luckily they didn’t share any more classes until after school glee rehearsal. She would hopefully have more control over herself by then.
Still chuckling, Santana dabbed the last of the black smudges from her rosy cheeks. It was probably safe to hang out in the restroom until the bell rang. She guessed that no one would come looking for her after she had run out of the room with her hand covering her nose and mouth. Hopefully the teach would think she got a nosebleed or something and had taken herself to the nurse. She’d worry about excuses tomorrow, though.
Ch. 2
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Thoughts?
Author: sylvia_mystery
Pairing: Santana/Quinn
Rating: M (later) for sexual situations
Length: 1,600
Spoilers: Glee through 2x16 Original Song. Takes place in beginning of Night of Neglect, but no spoilers until next entry.
Summary: Santana figures out why Quinn has been so...distracted lately. At first she finds the situation hilarious, but sympathy for the blonde (and the rest of McKinley) soon outweighs said amusement, prompting her to take matters into her own hands.
A/N: I know some of you are awaiting the sequel to Gryffindor's Greatest Diva, but this had to claw it's way out before I could finish that up lol. (I have started it, so don't lose hope). Also, if i've made too many mistakes point me to a beta so I can get help with that. I wouldn't want to offend the grammar police ;P
Santana sat in the back of Will Schuester’s Spanish class with her cheek propped on her right hand. Her left was busy with a doodle of a large snake wrapping itself around the curly haired teacher, making his eyes bulge humorously. The only reason she had signed up for this stupid class in the first place was to help Brittany, the bonus was that Santana practically earned a free language credit; all she had to do was show up.
Sighing and looking over at the clock, she spied said blonde holding hands with Wheels under their desk. It had been months since she’d felt that same hand against her own during class. Seeing the blonde so content with someone that wasn’t her, caused Santana to clench her jaw in frustration and glare daggers at the back of Artie’s head. If she could concentrate hard enough maybe he would burst into flames.
A sudden cracking noise brought her attention back to her own paper. She had literally snapped her pencil in two with the force of her death grip. Great. It was going to be a long day.
Santana inspected the severed utensil in her hand. It had broken exactly in half…
After a few seconds of debating she shrugged and placed the eraser end off to the side. It wasn’t that splintery dark wood, so she decided to just continue drawing with the sharpened part. It wasn’t like it was worth digging around in her bag for another since she didn’t actually need to take notes.
She was shading in the bits of grey vest visible through the snake’s coils when a pale hand slapped her wrist down against the table, giving the cartoon version of Mr. Schue what appeared to be a hideously long nose hair.
“Just use a new freaking pencil already! Geez,” Quinn whisper-yelled from the seat on her right.
Santana whipped around to glare fiercely at her desk partner. “What the hell, Q?!” she said in the same hushed tone.
Quinn just rolled her eyes and turned forward again, resuming her staring contest with the space in front of her.
Santana narrowed her eyes, giving her blonde companion a once over before returning to her own paper. That was odd.
If Quinn had actually been upset at her, things wouldn’t have ended like that. Santana knew better. In fact, now that she thought about it, Quinn had been acting even more uptight than normal the past week or two. The ex-cheerio seemed to be constantly annoyed, and bits of crazy were starting to peek through her steely composure. Something was definitely up.
Santana pretended to take interest in the drawing again, but out of the corner of her eye she could see that Quinn’s gaze was still fixed on the space in front of them. The girl’s pink lips were practically cemented into a tight line, and she seemed lost to her own musings. Yep, something was going on. Quinn always paid attention in class, yet today, her notebook was suspiciously void of anything Spanish related.
Santana decided then, that she was going to investigate the cause of the blonde’s recent…distraction. She wanted to start right this instant, but they were stuck learning about, well she hadn’t really been paying attention, but there was still twenty minutes of it before the end of class.
She hummed in annoyance before picking up the eraser end of her pencil. She might as well fix her doodle. However, with one final glance up at the seemingly enthusiastic Spanish teacher, Santana tilted her head and smirked to herself. Hmm, on second thought maybe I’ll leave that…
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Santana flung her locker shut with a bang, just in time to see Brittany roll by on Artie’s lap, but the harsh sound was quickly muffled by the sea of juniors flooding the hall on their way to lunch. Santana rolled her eyes and began walking with the current toward the cafeteria. She’d been slyly observing Quinn all morning long, and had yet to notice anything else that seemed out of the ordinary. Quinn had been her usual studious self in their pre-Cal, and AP History classes. Although, hints of the inner bitch the girl had been reining in since Beth were beginning to peek through her calm exterior. That wasn’t to say the ex-cheerio would be transforming back into the HBIC anytime soon, but something was getting under her skin enough to cause a noticeable blemish.
Santana continued to rack her brain all the way through the lunch line; there was obviously something she was missing. As the Latina sat her tray down next to Mercedes and Sam at the “Gleek” table, she looked around for the blonde in question, but Quinn was nowhere to be found.
Hmm.
The former Ice Queen had taken to sitting with Finnocence and the jocks ever since Puck called her out on that hickey during celibacy club a few weeks ago. After quickly scanning the popular table for Finn, Santana couldn’t see the ‘boy giant’ lumbering over his classmates either.
Interesting.
Despite the possible lead, she decided to ponder the whereabouts of the uber-cliché, name-rhyming couple later, because the tots looked amazing today. Oh yeah, she and Mercedes were abouts’ to get their eat on.
When Santana reached AP-Chem that afternoon she still had 8 minutes before the end-of-lunch bell, so she dropped down on her assigned barstool and took out her phone. Since Britts liked to push McCripple Pants to and from class most of the time, she didn’t have anyone to keep her from coming in late. Her life was depressingly empty without Cheerios and the bubbly blonde. Well, she did have Sam, but she had been avoiding him in the halls to keep from hearing his nerdy voice impressions (Seriously, how many times can you reference Sean Connery in one conversation?). Okay, so maybe things had been a wee bit tense between them since she performed Trouty Mouth last week (She still didn’t see why it was such a big deal to sing a soulful tribute to your lover’s extra-large lips). And yeah, Santana might have been the one avoiding Brittany since the girl had chosen to stay with Roller Boy even after she had admitted her feelings. Whatever.
She was just opening Angry Birds, when a flushed looking Quinn shuffled through the door. The blonde practically slammed her books onto their lab table as she took her seat next to Santana. The Latina made an effort to appear unaffected as she began her quest to demolish the evil pig fortress.
Over the top of her game Santana watched Quinn reapply her lip gloss before haphazardly flipping her lab booklet to the page number listed on the board. The first action was nothing out of the ordinary, seeing as how they had just came from lunch, but- Before Santana could further assess her friend’s demeanor, her thoughts were derailed by the teach coming in and telling her to put her phone away unless she wanted to pick it up in Figgins’s office after school. Murmuring a few derogatory words under her breath, she locked the screen and tucked the phone securely back into her bra.
About fifteen minutes into the lesson Santana noticed that Quinn couldn’t seem to sit still. She tried to ignore the blonde’s squirming and focus on hydrogen bonds, but the girl’s constant fidgeting was becoming pretty damn distracting: squeezing her hand between her knees, readjusting her position on the stool, crossing and re-crossing her legs, and-
It hit Santana like a slushy to the face.
Finn.
Finn sat in front of them in Spanish. Quinn’s “angry” had been fixated on the back of Finn’s head the entire period. It all made sense now. How had she not caught on to this before now?! The constant irritation, drifting off in class, the frequent squirming, skipping lunch with her boyfriend…
Santana could barely restrain her laughter.
Quinn Fabray was sexually frustrated.
It was taking every ounce of willpower the Latina possessed not to lose it in the middle of class.
The fact that Quinn had just returned from a “nooner,” with her boyfriend, had the raven haired girl literally shaking in attempt to contain her amusement. Standing abruptly with a hand cupped over her twitching lips, Santana snatched a hall pass from the teach’s desk and practically dashed to the bathroom…where she proceeded to laugh uninhibited for the next five minutes.
Santana’s ribs ached by the time the spasms subsided. She was at the sink wiping the ruined mascara from under her eyes when the second wave hit her. After that she decided to just skip the rest of the period, because if she saw Quinn’s face anytime soon, there was no way she would be able to make it through the lesson without causing a scene. Believe it or not, Santana did care about her blonde friend enough not to openly tease her about it in front of half the junior class. Luckily they didn’t share any more classes until after school glee rehearsal. She would hopefully have more control over herself by then.
Still chuckling, Santana dabbed the last of the black smudges from her rosy cheeks. It was probably safe to hang out in the restroom until the bell rang. She guessed that no one would come looking for her after she had run out of the room with her hand covering her nose and mouth. Hopefully the teach would think she got a nosebleed or something and had taken herself to the nurse. She’d worry about excuses tomorrow, though.
Ch. 2
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Thoughts?