Quinntana Week 2013

Day 1: Popular/Nerd


Santana Lopez walked down the hallway, easily avoiding contact with her schoolmates. All she wanted to do was get to her locker, so she could sit in the art studio for the last 3 hours of the day. She had an idea stuck in her head that she needed to get on paper. As the Latina neared her locker, she was hit with a blast of cold.

Everyone nearby turned when they heard a gasp. They saw resident fine arts geek, Santana Lopez covered in watermelon slushy. The green food coloring and ice shavings dripped from the girl's face as she struggled to keep her eyes closed, to prevent the food coloring from burning her eyes. She was happy she put her sketch books in her lockers earlier or else they would be ruined like her near almost empty notebooks. Everyone else was happy that they weren't the ones on the receiving end of the Double Gulp.

"How you feelin' today Lopez?" Santana actually chuckled at Azimio's rhetorical question. He asked her that every time he tossed a slushy in her direction. "Is something funny?"

"Yeah, your report card." The crowd stared wide-eyed at the Latina, her boldness had them mesmerized. Santana started wiping the slushy off her face.

"Excuse me?"

"I think you heard what she said," Santana (and everyone else) knew that voice from miles away. Quinn Fabray stood behind the football player, with her hands on her hips. Brittany Pierce and Tina Cohen-Chang were flanking the blonde. "I thought we talked about this Azimio? No one is allowed to even think about tossing a slushy without permission from the Cheerios and I don't remember approving this. So guess what? You get to learn what it feels like to have ice crap tossed in your face." The Cheerios that had gathered behind Santana threw giant cups of ice shavings in the football player's face. "You're lucky all you got was ice, I wouldn't want to ruin that nice letterman. Now move!"

Everyone turned and ran to their next class, including Brittany and Tina. Santana walked past the head cheerleader and continued her way to her locker. Quinn watched as Santana pulled off her sticky plaid button up and kicked off her baby blue sneakers. The hallway was empty, except for the two of them.

"Did you want something?" The Latina placed her ruined shirt and shoes into a plastic bag and pulled out a clean pair of white Converse hi-tops. Quinn stepped closer and leaned on the locker adjacent to Santana's. "Are you waiting for a thank you?"

"If I was, you already know what I want," Santana pulled out her sketch books and closed her locker as the blonde stepped closer.

"Yeah, I do," the darker girl responded with a smirk. "Go to class Fabray."

Quinn chuckled and pushed herself away from the lockers.


She slowed to a stop in front of the school. She picked up her skateboard and walked around to the side wall. Anyone who pulled into the parking lot could see her, which is why she was here at 11:30 at night.

Eminem blasted through her headphones as she pulled out her tools. She had her spray today so the color would hold through the night and the early morning.

Everyone would definitely enjoy this.


"Dude that is amazing!"

"Oh my God!"

"Who did that?!"

Santana got out of her car to see why everyone was crowded around the wall. As she approached the students she smiled.

A mural had been painted(?) on the wall. The Cheerios stood in a line with the football players on all fours wearing collars and leashes in front of them. Quinn Fabray sat on a throne, smirking, eyebrow raised with Sue Sylvester Standing behind her. The Cheerios were lined up on either side so they all could be seen. The name Angel sat on the bottom right corner of the wall.

"Who is Angel?" Santana turned to her best friend. Rachel stood behind the Latina in her Cheerios uniform.

"Did you forget my middle name, Rae?"

"Nope," the brunette responded strolling past the raven-haired girl and joining her fellow cheerleaders as they posed for pictures. Santana shook her head and walked into the school.


"You're welcome," Santana turned her head to see Quinn leaning against a locker near her. The Latina checked to see whether there was anyone else in the hallway. It was empty. "Was that chalk?"

"Yes."

"How'd you get it to stay all night?"

"I have my ways."

"Oh? What are some of those ways, Santana?" The blonde stepped closer and ran her fingers over the angel wings on the back of Santana's neck.

"You'll find out tomorrow night, Lucy," Quinn bit her bottom lip as she watched Santana stroll towards the art studio.