Foolish
Title: Foolish
Rating: PG-13 (Couple of f-bombs dropped)
Length: 2628 words
Pairing: Santana/Rachel
Spoilers: Everything up to now, just to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own nada still. All mistakes are mine.
Summary: Continued from my last fic Can You Tell.
Sorry it's taken so long to update, been slightly busy getting back into the new University year, but I'll continue to try and update as much as possible. Slight bit of drama in this bit, hopefully you'll be able to see where I'm taking this, who knows. But yeah... can't always have sunshine and rainbows and all that, so my slightly pessimistic angst-loving side has won out with this post. Hope you enjoy it all the same though. :)
Rachel was sitting in English, furiously writing down notes when she felt something hit the back of her head. She rolled her eyes with a sigh as she ignored the immature behaviour of her classmates, she honestly thought they'd gotten past throwing things at her by now. Santana and her hadn't exactly ran through the halls shouting about their new relationship, but they had agreed not to hide themselves any more than normal. Still, anyone with an ounce of sense would realise that messing with her in any way would signify the beginning of a Lopez style apocalypse, and so the usual torment she usually received had ceased.
After a few minutes another ball of paper hit the back of her head. She chanced a look behind her and saw Finn grinning at her. She raised an eyebrow and he motioned to the ball of paper now sitting by her foot. She shook her head as she picked it up and opened it up to read it.
“Can I talk to you after class?”
She furrowed her brows at the atrocious handwriting and turned back to the tall boy to nod quickly before focusing back on the teacher.
The bell finally rang signalling lunch and she quickly grabbed her books and bag before leaving the classroom. She barely walked two steps before she was flanked on her left by Finn. She smiled politely up at him and he grinned sheepishly back.
“So, I figured we could grab some food then talk, yeah?” Rachel nodded as they walked into the canteen.
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Santana threw her books in her locker and slammed it before going off in search of food. She walked down the hall and spotted Brittany. She smiled as she walked towards her best friend, but stopped abruptly when she saw who she was talking to.
Quinn Fabray.
She practically growled out the name, scaring a pair of freshman who happened to be walking past her at the same time. She took a breath and put on her best bitch look before coolly walking past, head held high.
“Careful B, you might catch skank-itus if you stand too close to shit like that.” She smirked and continued walking towards the canteen. Quinn sighed and fought the sudden urge to slam her head against the locker she was leaning against. Brittany's face softened and she reached out to gently squeeze the blonde's shoulder.
“She's just upset, that's all. You know what Santana is like.” Quinn shook her head with a rueful smile.
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“So... Finn. What did you want to speak to me about.” She cringed as she watched the boy sitting across from her shovel food into his mouth like a machine. Surely after living with Kurt for so long he'd have picked up a few basic table manners. He swallowed his mouthful off food finally and wiped his mouth on his sweater. He looked down at his plate for a few moments before he looked up at Rachel again, face slightly contorted in confusion.
“So, I heard some stuff from the other guys during football practise. They were going on about you and Santana spending more time together and stuff.” Rachel nodded calmly which only served to confuse Finn more. “One of them said he saw her giving you a hug. I mean, I know I'm not the smartest guy in the school Rach but even I know that isn't exactly Santana's style.” Rachel's brow dropped in annoyance as she poked at her salad with her fork, staying silent.
“You do realise how she's treated you before right? I mean she was a complete bitch, she still is. I don't get how you're so quick to forgive her for everything she's done to you and actually willingly spend time with her. You can see why I'm like... worried and stuff.” Rachel dropped her fork and glared up at the boy, who was completely clueless as he went back to eating.
“All I'm going to say Finn, is that it's amazing what you can learn about people if you actually take the time to get to know them properly, and not just follow other people's opinions and rumours.” He paused and slowly looked up at her again.
Before he could speak again a food tray slammed down on the table next to Rachel and the Latina sat down shooting a smile to Rachel before glancing at Finn.
“Hasn't anyone ever taught you how to chew properly, man mountain?” Rachel giggled at the nickname and Finn scowled, dropping his fork.
“Me and Rachel are talking Santana...” She scoffed as she ripped her bagel in two, and put one half on Rachel's lunch tray, earning her a smile from the tiny brunette and a glare from Finn. He quickly finished off his food and mumbled a goodbye before practically launching himself up from the table. He walked down the halls and slammed open the door to the locker room before sitting down on one of the benches. He didn't understand what was happening with Rachel. All he knew was that Santana was bad news to anyone who managed to get themselves involved with her. Rachel was one of the most trusting and forgiving people he knew and he didn't want to see her get hurt. He had to get rid of Santana. He looked up as the door opened again and saw a couple of guys from the football team walk in. he grinned as he stood up and walked over to them.
Perfect.
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Lunch was long over and Santana was now sat at her desk in the middle of Spanish, counting away the seconds waiting for the class to finish. Finally the bell rang and she grabbed her stuff and left the classroom, barely registering what Mr. Schue was saying about their homework. She caught a quick glimpse of Brittany and walked up to her.
“Hey stranger, I haven't seen you all day.” She smiled softly and Brittany sent a shy one back. She furrowed her brow as she tried to open her locker before Santana reached forwards and quickly unlocked it.
“Seriously B, I feel the need to tattoo your combination onto your arm or something.” She chuckled letting her ditzy friend know there was no malice within her words. Brittany grinned sheepishly before scrunching up her face again in confusion.
“Tattoos hurt though don't they?” Santana grinned and threw an arm around the taller girl's shoulders and gave her a light squeeze. Brittany couldn't help but raise and eyebrow and smirk at the usually grumpy Latina.
“So where have you been all my life?” Santana spoke dramatically, ripping a laugh from the tall blonde as she closed her locker again.
“You've been spending too much time with Rachel, her dramatics are rubbing off on you.” She paused as the started walking down the hall, pinkies linked comfortably. “Don't get mad, okay?” Santana raised an eyebrow as the blonde took a deep breath. “I was hanging out with Quinn.” Santana tensed and Brittany cringed.
“Why the hell would you want to-” She was cut off quickly by Brittany who dragged her into a classroom. She stood in front of her and placed her hands out in front of her to try and calm the angry Latina down.
“Look, before you go on about how much of a bitch she is just, hear me out... please?” She pleaded with her best friend and Santana sighed at her inability to say no to her blonde friend. She nodded and Brittany shot her a small grateful smile and took a deep breath.
“Look, I know what she did to you was really harsh and I'm totally pissed at her for doing it. The thing is, she's not the same Quinn she was last year. I mean, she's back on the Cheerios and she has her figure back, which by the way is totally hot-”
“Britt! I get it.” She smiled and Brittany nodded her head frantically and continued.
“The way I see it, she had a temporary lapse of judgement and messed up.” Santana raised an eyebrow, she apparently picked up a few new words since hanging out with Rachel a bit more.
“She didn't mean it in a marshmallow-ish way though.”
Okay so, maybe not.
“You mean, malicious?” Brittany thought for a few seconds then nodded. Santana shook her head.
“I can't believe that Britt.” The blonde Cheerio looked up at Santana with sad eyes as Santana stood up from where she'd perched on a table. “I'm sorry. I think it's great that you look for the best in people B, I just can't when it comes to her.” She made a move to leave the room before she heard her friend's voice again.
“Rachel forgave you.” She paused and slowly turned around to face the blonde. Brittany felt nervous under the Latina's gaze, but carried on. “You did some pretty horrible stuff to her, but she let it go and look at you now.”
“That's because Rachel's a better person than me.” She said exasperated, she couldn't deal with this right now.
“You can be that person too though S... you can prove to everyone that you're not the girl they all think you are.” Santana gasped, actually gasped at her friends words and felt tears in her eyes. Dammit.
Brittany stepped forwards again and reached out to grab her friends hand to get her attention.
“You have a handful of people who know the real you, and they still respect you and love you...” She left the rest of her sentence unspoken as she allowed her words to sink in. After a few moments Santana looked up and smiled.
“You know what B, I'll never understand how you can be this insightful yet still not remember your locker combination.” Brittany grinned and the two girls left the classroom after a quick hug. They frowned as they head a huge cheer come from further down the corridor and quickly made their way towards the noise, skidding when they saw a huge group of people.
“They managed to push their way to the front just as they saw a multi-coloured Rachel Berry run into the bathroom. Santana was seething and the two girls ran in after her.
“Brittany whimpered at the sight in front of her, whilst Santana stood in a state of angry shock. The small diva was hunched over the sink, a puddle of ice forming at her feet. Santana took a step forward and reached a hand out to her girlfriend. Rachel flinched away from the touch and glared at Santana.
“I trusted you.” Her voice resembled a growl and Santana actually took a step back. Brittany looked between the two girls as Rachel continued to glare at the Latina. “I thought we connected, but you really are just the same old Santana Lopez after all huh?” Santana shook her head; what the fuck was going on?
“Rach... what-” She was interrupted by a scoff from Rachel.
“Don't bother Santana. I already know all about it. Finn overheard those Neanderthal football players talking in the locker room about you paying them to give me a slushie shower.” She shook her head and let out a bitter laugh as she began to try and clean herself up. “I guess I shouldn't be surprised.” Santana couldn't speak, her chest felt tight and her throat dry.
Nothing was making sense. She glanced up at Brittany who looked just as confused as Santana, before she looked back at her girlfriend.
“Rach...” The smaller girl whipped around and slapped Santana who stumbled backwards into the wall. Rachel stepped forwards until she was standing right in front of her.
“Get. Out. Now.” Santana looked at Brittany before nodding and leaving the bathroom. She glanced back quickly and saw Brittany wrap her arms around the smaller girl as her body convulsed with sobs. She felt sick as she closed the door. Thankfully the crowd had dispersed, all except for one person.
“You.” She growled out as she stalked towards the lone person stood in front of the bathroom with a smirk on his face. “What did you do?” She poked Finn in the chest and he grunted and pushed her away from him.
“I did Rachel a favour. She shouldn't be wasting her time with you.” Santana shook her head in pure disbelief, her hands forming fists at her sides.
“You have no idea what the fuck is going on here Hudson, you should have just kept your moronic face out of our business.” Finn scoffed and took a step forward getting right in Santana's face.
“Of course I do. Rachel doesn't need someone like you filling her head with all kinds of crap. She doesn't need to turn into a slutty bitch like you.” He spat the last bit out and that was it.
Santana couldn't help but think this was just another one of those typically clichéd moments. One of those moments which you hear people go on about them all the time but you never really believe until you experience one yourself, and then you're just... there.
Everything went quiet, well more like muffled; like she was under water. She didn't see anything else except her target in front of her and everything just seemed to move in slow motion, to the point where she could see the change in Finn's face as he realised what was happening, literally taking in each and every tiny detail. Like how his pupils seemed to dilate as his eyes changed from anger to pure terror. She noticed the tiny movement of muscles as his jaw clenched and the way his nose seemed to flare slightly as fear finally overtook his face. She felt the first contact of fabric meeting skin as her hands painfully grabbed his stupid shirt, and could heard the steady pumping of her heart beat in her ears, which considering the situation seemed to remain as steady as ever.
Everything just happened in total slow motion, until that first bit of contact. Then everything seemed to just race back to normal, so quickly her head actually took a few moments to catch up to her body and the sudden awareness she had of what was going on made her feel slightly disorientated.
They rolled around on the floor for a few minutes, Santana managing to land various blows to his stomach and chest. She made the mistake of pausing to get up and take a breath.
It felt like she'd just been dropped into water. Her face felt completely numb and she felt a dull ache in her head like it had just been smashed into a locker. She slowly opened her eyes and though her eyesight was hazy, managed to make out that she was back on the floor again with Finn hovering over her for the briefest of moments before she saw him being dragged off of her. It was then she began to register the blinding pain on the left side of her face. She faintly heard the sound of a girl yelling and hoped it wasn't Rachel. She didn't want her to see her like this, See what happens when she loses control.
She felt arms around her and then she was dragged to lean against an equally small body. Her vision began to clear and she groaned as she recognised the familiar blonde hair of the girl holding her.
“Quinn.”
Thanks for reading!
Rating: PG-13 (Couple of f-bombs dropped)
Length: 2628 words
Pairing: Santana/Rachel
Spoilers: Everything up to now, just to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own nada still. All mistakes are mine.
Summary: Continued from my last fic Can You Tell.
Sorry it's taken so long to update, been slightly busy getting back into the new University year, but I'll continue to try and update as much as possible. Slight bit of drama in this bit, hopefully you'll be able to see where I'm taking this, who knows. But yeah... can't always have sunshine and rainbows and all that, so my slightly pessimistic angst-loving side has won out with this post. Hope you enjoy it all the same though. :)
Rachel was sitting in English, furiously writing down notes when she felt something hit the back of her head. She rolled her eyes with a sigh as she ignored the immature behaviour of her classmates, she honestly thought they'd gotten past throwing things at her by now. Santana and her hadn't exactly ran through the halls shouting about their new relationship, but they had agreed not to hide themselves any more than normal. Still, anyone with an ounce of sense would realise that messing with her in any way would signify the beginning of a Lopez style apocalypse, and so the usual torment she usually received had ceased.
After a few minutes another ball of paper hit the back of her head. She chanced a look behind her and saw Finn grinning at her. She raised an eyebrow and he motioned to the ball of paper now sitting by her foot. She shook her head as she picked it up and opened it up to read it.
“Can I talk to you after class?”
She furrowed her brows at the atrocious handwriting and turned back to the tall boy to nod quickly before focusing back on the teacher.
The bell finally rang signalling lunch and she quickly grabbed her books and bag before leaving the classroom. She barely walked two steps before she was flanked on her left by Finn. She smiled politely up at him and he grinned sheepishly back.
“So, I figured we could grab some food then talk, yeah?” Rachel nodded as they walked into the canteen.
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Santana threw her books in her locker and slammed it before going off in search of food. She walked down the hall and spotted Brittany. She smiled as she walked towards her best friend, but stopped abruptly when she saw who she was talking to.
Quinn Fabray.
She practically growled out the name, scaring a pair of freshman who happened to be walking past her at the same time. She took a breath and put on her best bitch look before coolly walking past, head held high.
“Careful B, you might catch skank-itus if you stand too close to shit like that.” She smirked and continued walking towards the canteen. Quinn sighed and fought the sudden urge to slam her head against the locker she was leaning against. Brittany's face softened and she reached out to gently squeeze the blonde's shoulder.
“She's just upset, that's all. You know what Santana is like.” Quinn shook her head with a rueful smile.
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“So... Finn. What did you want to speak to me about.” She cringed as she watched the boy sitting across from her shovel food into his mouth like a machine. Surely after living with Kurt for so long he'd have picked up a few basic table manners. He swallowed his mouthful off food finally and wiped his mouth on his sweater. He looked down at his plate for a few moments before he looked up at Rachel again, face slightly contorted in confusion.
“So, I heard some stuff from the other guys during football practise. They were going on about you and Santana spending more time together and stuff.” Rachel nodded calmly which only served to confuse Finn more. “One of them said he saw her giving you a hug. I mean, I know I'm not the smartest guy in the school Rach but even I know that isn't exactly Santana's style.” Rachel's brow dropped in annoyance as she poked at her salad with her fork, staying silent.
“You do realise how she's treated you before right? I mean she was a complete bitch, she still is. I don't get how you're so quick to forgive her for everything she's done to you and actually willingly spend time with her. You can see why I'm like... worried and stuff.” Rachel dropped her fork and glared up at the boy, who was completely clueless as he went back to eating.
“All I'm going to say Finn, is that it's amazing what you can learn about people if you actually take the time to get to know them properly, and not just follow other people's opinions and rumours.” He paused and slowly looked up at her again.
Before he could speak again a food tray slammed down on the table next to Rachel and the Latina sat down shooting a smile to Rachel before glancing at Finn.
“Hasn't anyone ever taught you how to chew properly, man mountain?” Rachel giggled at the nickname and Finn scowled, dropping his fork.
“Me and Rachel are talking Santana...” She scoffed as she ripped her bagel in two, and put one half on Rachel's lunch tray, earning her a smile from the tiny brunette and a glare from Finn. He quickly finished off his food and mumbled a goodbye before practically launching himself up from the table. He walked down the halls and slammed open the door to the locker room before sitting down on one of the benches. He didn't understand what was happening with Rachel. All he knew was that Santana was bad news to anyone who managed to get themselves involved with her. Rachel was one of the most trusting and forgiving people he knew and he didn't want to see her get hurt. He had to get rid of Santana. He looked up as the door opened again and saw a couple of guys from the football team walk in. he grinned as he stood up and walked over to them.
Perfect.
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Lunch was long over and Santana was now sat at her desk in the middle of Spanish, counting away the seconds waiting for the class to finish. Finally the bell rang and she grabbed her stuff and left the classroom, barely registering what Mr. Schue was saying about their homework. She caught a quick glimpse of Brittany and walked up to her.
“Hey stranger, I haven't seen you all day.” She smiled softly and Brittany sent a shy one back. She furrowed her brow as she tried to open her locker before Santana reached forwards and quickly unlocked it.
“Seriously B, I feel the need to tattoo your combination onto your arm or something.” She chuckled letting her ditzy friend know there was no malice within her words. Brittany grinned sheepishly before scrunching up her face again in confusion.
“Tattoos hurt though don't they?” Santana grinned and threw an arm around the taller girl's shoulders and gave her a light squeeze. Brittany couldn't help but raise and eyebrow and smirk at the usually grumpy Latina.
“So where have you been all my life?” Santana spoke dramatically, ripping a laugh from the tall blonde as she closed her locker again.
“You've been spending too much time with Rachel, her dramatics are rubbing off on you.” She paused as the started walking down the hall, pinkies linked comfortably. “Don't get mad, okay?” Santana raised an eyebrow as the blonde took a deep breath. “I was hanging out with Quinn.” Santana tensed and Brittany cringed.
“Why the hell would you want to-” She was cut off quickly by Brittany who dragged her into a classroom. She stood in front of her and placed her hands out in front of her to try and calm the angry Latina down.
“Look, before you go on about how much of a bitch she is just, hear me out... please?” She pleaded with her best friend and Santana sighed at her inability to say no to her blonde friend. She nodded and Brittany shot her a small grateful smile and took a deep breath.
“Look, I know what she did to you was really harsh and I'm totally pissed at her for doing it. The thing is, she's not the same Quinn she was last year. I mean, she's back on the Cheerios and she has her figure back, which by the way is totally hot-”
“Britt! I get it.” She smiled and Brittany nodded her head frantically and continued.
“The way I see it, she had a temporary lapse of judgement and messed up.” Santana raised an eyebrow, she apparently picked up a few new words since hanging out with Rachel a bit more.
“She didn't mean it in a marshmallow-ish way though.”
Okay so, maybe not.
“You mean, malicious?” Brittany thought for a few seconds then nodded. Santana shook her head.
“I can't believe that Britt.” The blonde Cheerio looked up at Santana with sad eyes as Santana stood up from where she'd perched on a table. “I'm sorry. I think it's great that you look for the best in people B, I just can't when it comes to her.” She made a move to leave the room before she heard her friend's voice again.
“Rachel forgave you.” She paused and slowly turned around to face the blonde. Brittany felt nervous under the Latina's gaze, but carried on. “You did some pretty horrible stuff to her, but she let it go and look at you now.”
“That's because Rachel's a better person than me.” She said exasperated, she couldn't deal with this right now.
“You can be that person too though S... you can prove to everyone that you're not the girl they all think you are.” Santana gasped, actually gasped at her friends words and felt tears in her eyes. Dammit.
Brittany stepped forwards again and reached out to grab her friends hand to get her attention.
“You have a handful of people who know the real you, and they still respect you and love you...” She left the rest of her sentence unspoken as she allowed her words to sink in. After a few moments Santana looked up and smiled.
“You know what B, I'll never understand how you can be this insightful yet still not remember your locker combination.” Brittany grinned and the two girls left the classroom after a quick hug. They frowned as they head a huge cheer come from further down the corridor and quickly made their way towards the noise, skidding when they saw a huge group of people.
“They managed to push their way to the front just as they saw a multi-coloured Rachel Berry run into the bathroom. Santana was seething and the two girls ran in after her.
“Brittany whimpered at the sight in front of her, whilst Santana stood in a state of angry shock. The small diva was hunched over the sink, a puddle of ice forming at her feet. Santana took a step forward and reached a hand out to her girlfriend. Rachel flinched away from the touch and glared at Santana.
“I trusted you.” Her voice resembled a growl and Santana actually took a step back. Brittany looked between the two girls as Rachel continued to glare at the Latina. “I thought we connected, but you really are just the same old Santana Lopez after all huh?” Santana shook her head; what the fuck was going on?
“Rach... what-” She was interrupted by a scoff from Rachel.
“Don't bother Santana. I already know all about it. Finn overheard those Neanderthal football players talking in the locker room about you paying them to give me a slushie shower.” She shook her head and let out a bitter laugh as she began to try and clean herself up. “I guess I shouldn't be surprised.” Santana couldn't speak, her chest felt tight and her throat dry.
Nothing was making sense. She glanced up at Brittany who looked just as confused as Santana, before she looked back at her girlfriend.
“Rach...” The smaller girl whipped around and slapped Santana who stumbled backwards into the wall. Rachel stepped forwards until she was standing right in front of her.
“Get. Out. Now.” Santana looked at Brittany before nodding and leaving the bathroom. She glanced back quickly and saw Brittany wrap her arms around the smaller girl as her body convulsed with sobs. She felt sick as she closed the door. Thankfully the crowd had dispersed, all except for one person.
“You.” She growled out as she stalked towards the lone person stood in front of the bathroom with a smirk on his face. “What did you do?” She poked Finn in the chest and he grunted and pushed her away from him.
“I did Rachel a favour. She shouldn't be wasting her time with you.” Santana shook her head in pure disbelief, her hands forming fists at her sides.
“You have no idea what the fuck is going on here Hudson, you should have just kept your moronic face out of our business.” Finn scoffed and took a step forward getting right in Santana's face.
“Of course I do. Rachel doesn't need someone like you filling her head with all kinds of crap. She doesn't need to turn into a slutty bitch like you.” He spat the last bit out and that was it.
Santana couldn't help but think this was just another one of those typically clichéd moments. One of those moments which you hear people go on about them all the time but you never really believe until you experience one yourself, and then you're just... there.
Everything went quiet, well more like muffled; like she was under water. She didn't see anything else except her target in front of her and everything just seemed to move in slow motion, to the point where she could see the change in Finn's face as he realised what was happening, literally taking in each and every tiny detail. Like how his pupils seemed to dilate as his eyes changed from anger to pure terror. She noticed the tiny movement of muscles as his jaw clenched and the way his nose seemed to flare slightly as fear finally overtook his face. She felt the first contact of fabric meeting skin as her hands painfully grabbed his stupid shirt, and could heard the steady pumping of her heart beat in her ears, which considering the situation seemed to remain as steady as ever.
Everything just happened in total slow motion, until that first bit of contact. Then everything seemed to just race back to normal, so quickly her head actually took a few moments to catch up to her body and the sudden awareness she had of what was going on made her feel slightly disorientated.
They rolled around on the floor for a few minutes, Santana managing to land various blows to his stomach and chest. She made the mistake of pausing to get up and take a breath.
It felt like she'd just been dropped into water. Her face felt completely numb and she felt a dull ache in her head like it had just been smashed into a locker. She slowly opened her eyes and though her eyesight was hazy, managed to make out that she was back on the floor again with Finn hovering over her for the briefest of moments before she saw him being dragged off of her. It was then she began to register the blinding pain on the left side of her face. She faintly heard the sound of a girl yelling and hoped it wasn't Rachel. She didn't want her to see her like this, See what happens when she loses control.
She felt arms around her and then she was dragged to lean against an equally small body. Her vision began to clear and she groaned as she recognised the familiar blonde hair of the girl holding her.
“Quinn.”
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