This night cannot get any worse, I thought as I dropped my throbbing head between my legs to calm my breathing. This metal bench is uncomfortable, not to mention freezing and probably teeming with an unknown amount of germs and diseases. Good things I have this tiny black dress on, it's protecting me from so much... To her left was a large woman in a jean vest with chains on her pants and steel toes shoes.
How cliche is this drunk tank right now, finally taking a moment to fully take in my surroundings. There is incoherent yelling and cat calls coming from the guys side of the station. The Jean Vest next to me kicked out her leg and at least ten pounds of chains rattled. This bitch lady cop better search that woman, I thought cops were supposed to take away anything that could be used at a weapon, hello, there are chains and I wouldn't doubt at least 2 switch blades in that fabulous jean vest. I swear to God, if I get shanked in here, Santana is going to die.
"Quinn Fabray?" an oversized cop called from the front desk. I stood up, with my hands still cuffed behind my back from the lady cop who threw me in her car with no remorse, and walked to the desk with my head down.
It was welcome week at NYU and according to Santana's cousin Leo, only losers and douchebags stay in and tour campus to prepare for the start of the semester. He said it was a 'right of passage for freshies to prove themselves worthy of the NYU status'. Like an idiot, I believed someone that's related to Santana and followed them out. It was probably more due to the fact that Santana was my only friend in New York, I mean, I had Brittany too but she was in Julliard, so clearly, my only social outlet was Santana. So there we were, Santana, me and our new rando roommate Elaine, who was put with us in our three person room. She's nice enough but way too hot for her own good. I mean she dresses like, well Rachel Berry. Ugh, I never want her name in my head again. She's at Julliard with Brittany, not that I'm keeping tabs on her or anything, Its just that Brit is rooming with her, so we hear stuff. Poor girl really, I can't imagine sharing a 12 by 12 room with animal sweaters, Idina posters and God knows what else Rachel would have.
Anyways, the three of us were getting ready to go out to an 'underground' party, whatever that meant, when Leo came busting in our room.
"Alright hot mommas, lets get this party started!" he yelled at us while he pulled out a handle of vodka and four other guys came rushing in the room. Santana, who wasn't even fully dressed, with just an extremely tight leather skirt on, came waltzing out of our bathroom holding two shirts in her hands.
"Hello boys," she called, offering them a little finger wave while still holding the shirts. Her enhanced boobs and black lace bra now on full display, "which shirt do you think looks better, this silver one, or this black one?"
Santana is a total slut, no, she totally upped her game over the summer before we got here. She started going to other college parties just to watch older girls flirt with dopey boys, she didn't even drink she just took meticulous notes in her head. She was clearly playing the crowd and it was working. All four boys had there mouths hanging open and one of them was drooling. Elaine shot me a quick glance almost asking me if Santana was being serious with her eye. I nodded back and continued applying my eyeliner, not really caring for the boys at all.
"Hey Q, looking sexy fine, hopefully that dress will be on my bedroom floor later," Leo whispered in my ear, leering into the mirror at himself. Leo was a more disgusting less hot version of Puck. Leo wasn't as built and his hair was longer and not a mohawk. The only thing better about Leo was the fact that he dressed nice, and everyone in New York dressed nice.
"Not even in your dreams, get away from me," I shrugged my shoulder hitting him in the chin.
"Oh baby don't play that, you know you want this," again whispering in my ear, sliding his tongue along my ear.
I didn't even respond before he walked away to rejoin his group of drooling neanderthal friends. To be honest though, if I would have opened my mouth, I would have puked. I don't know what it is about NYU or me or anything really, but I really can't find any boys here attractive. Sure they dress nice and they smell wonderful, but ever since I broke up with Sam junior year, I haven't dated anyone. Whatever, single Quinn is fabulous to be around, well I didn't have that many friends in high school, but I'll blame that on Sue Sylvester and glee club. One made me a bitch and the other just brought the bitchiness out in me. But hopefully with a change of environment, mostly being out of Lima and away from my parents, I can start over. Find a boyfriend, make friends, it will be great.
Finishing my inner monologue and my make-up, I look over to Elaine who is clearly struggling.
"Elaine, what are you wearing?" I swear I say it with as little venom as possible, but she still flinches. She reminds me so much of Rachel... No more thoughts Quinn!
"I-I I thought it looked good, but then Santana made me feel bad about it and now you are, and I don't know," she practically whispered with tears threatening to spill over.
"Hey, don't feel bad," I lightly lay my hand on her slumped shoulder, "we are mean. I promise we will get nicer, we just have to get used to this. So as a peace offering, let me help you pick out an outfit okay?"
"Okay, but if I feel uncomfortable, I am putting this back on," she gets up from her computer chair and we head to the closet.
An hour later, Elaine, as well as the rest of us are dressed to the nines, a bit toasty from the vodka and ready to head out to the party. The cab ride there seemed to take hours. The eight of us took a six person car, and I drew the short stick so I was forced to sit on Leo's lap. I don't think I have ever smacked someone's hand away more in my entire life.
The house we pulled up to looked like a homeless sanctuary. It was boarded up, dark, and didn't look like anyone was even there yet.
"Leo, what the fuck is this shit?" Santana was the first to speak up, after detaching herself from neanderthal A.
"Chill cuz, I got this," he sneered, shooting me a look that made me grab Elaine's hand.
"Save me," I whispered to her. She giggled and we followed Leo around back.
I was so wrong about it being abandoned. Once we got inside and went through the door below the stairs we were blasted in the face with the smell of weed, the sound of Dubstep shaking the framework of the house and hundreds of bodies dancing, laughing and drinking.
"Wow." Elaine gripped my hand a little tighter, she looked really overwhelmed.
"No joke, lets go!" Santana yelled taking my other hand and dragging us into the depths of the party.
We found a small couch with one completely stoned guy on it, but Santana used her death glare and he bounced up quickly. before we had even finished situating ourselves, Leo came back with three drinks for us.
"Drink up ladies, I promise they are drug free, unless you're in to that kind of thing," Leo smirked wiggling his eyebrows.
Jarrod, neanderthal B, sat on the arm rest of the couch next to me. He was cuteish, with messy brown hair and nice eyes. After our first drink he asked me to dance, and I didn't say no, because I was bored of sitting and the thumping of the music was calling me. Greg, Santana's neanderthal, got up and headed to dance, while Elaine sat and talking with Nick, the shy one.
Underground dance, as Santana had explained in the cab ride over, was all about fluid thrusting of every part of you body. She pulled up a video on her phone for us to watch and it was surprisingly accurate as I watched all the people around me dancing. This one girl in particular, she looked like she invented underground dancing. Her beaded top was flashing against the strobe lights and her hair was all over the place. Before I had a chance to really check her out I heard a squeal over the loud music. Just as I turned to see what happened, my face was hit with someone's chest as they jumped on me.
"Qunnie!" was yelled at me by the person wiggled around while they were clinging to me.
"Brittany?" I recognized the leaping hug and her voice only after I had a few seconds to process everything.
"Correct, you win a shot, come here lovely!" she dragged me towards our couch and shoved a shot in my hand, "to Quinny Quinn the queen of all Quinns!" Brittany shouted at me, clinked out glasses together and shot her head back taking the drink. I followed after I stopped laughing.
"What are you doing here, have you seen Santana yet?" I asked wishing I had something to chase that awful rum.
"Yes," she looked at Santana all over Greg and then at her feet, "I've seen her, but I haven't said hi yet. Here, lets do another!" she shoved another shot glass in my hand out of nowhere,"to Satan who broke my heart!" she said with a huge fake smile on her face. I did the shot and pulled her in for a real hug.
"I've missed you B, and so has she, she just doesn't know how to admit it yet," as I tried to comfort her rubbing her back softly, I am greeted with a test tube of neon blue liquid from Elaine.
"Ladieees," she drags out the e and shimmies her shoulders, "look what I found. Science projects that you can drink. It taste like third grade minus the glue, like edible glitter!"
"E!", I shout after doing the tube of blue, "this is Brittany, our friend from high school, Brit this is Elaine, our third roommate." Elaine lit up at the use of a nickname and waved at Brittany excitedly.
"Hello lovely lady," Brittany said dropping a quick kiss on Elaine's cheek, "are my friends treating you nicely?"
"Well-"
"Don't answer that yet. We haven't really gotten the hang of being nice yet B, we need a few more days," I cut her off and try to explain, but really, its no use, so I just smile at Elaine.
"Hm I see, well my roommate and I are getting along as well as two butterflies," Brittany says, shooting a unreadable expression at me,
"Oh yeah, how is the little drama qu-"
"Brittany?" Santana come to a very sudden halt right next to me, with her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, "Hi. What are you doing here?" Santana takes a quick step towards Brittany, but Brittany backs up. The flash of hurt across Santana's face happens so fast that I nearly miss it, but it was there.
"I came to have fun, so now if you will excuse me," daggers shooting from her eyes at Santana as she grabs Elaine's hand, "we need to get our dance on." Just like that, she was swallowed in the crowd of dancers.
"What the hell." Santana said quietly as she fell in to the couch. I grabbed a tray of neon test tubes and brought them to the couch. My mind wonders back to the middle of senior year, after Santana had finally gotten together with Brittany and admitted to people that sex was in fact dating. Things were perfect, with the Cheerios and glee, but then Brittany got the chance at early enrollment at Julliard, accepted it, and left half way through the year. Brittany called Santana everyday. She drew her cute pictures and sent cards on every holiday. But Santana was too devastated to reply, and eventually stopped answering her phone. She eventually reverted back to her old habits, sleeping with the entire lacrosse team and half the swimming team. Brittany was stuck in New York losing her girlfriend and she wasn't even aware of it.
Brittany came back for graduation so see all of us and was greeted with Santana in bed with a nameless hockey player. She was back on the plane to New York the next morning, only calling me three days later, after dozens of texts and worried calls from everyone. Santana stopped talking to us, she didn't go to Puck's final party before he left for Ohio State, she didn't help train the new batch of Cheerios, she stopped being herself and took to creeping on older girls and taking notes on how they pretend to care about boys at parties just to get some. Only two weeks before we were set to leave for NYU did she finally talk to me. Never in my life have I seen such an epic breakdown. For two whole days she sat on the floor in my room crying. She cried about Brittany, losing herself, how terrible she felt for months. I sat with her and just held her. I don't know about Santana but from the look on her face, I can guess that's where her mind is too.
"Here, it will numb the pain," I hand her two tubes and take one myself, "when are you going to stop being an idiot and do something about B? And you can't even lie to me S, I know. Just say sorry."
Santana looks at me with sad eyes, and then down in her lap, "I know, I get it, you don't need to keep getting on me about it." Her body visibly stiffens and I can see her mind building a wall, but then she is shaking with anger.
"And you're one to talk, so open with your feelings all the time, being oh so truthful to everyone you meet. Or did you forget Quinn," she sneers my name, "You let me in on a little locked up feeling of your own, you thought I was too drunk to remember, but I did. From that look on your face looks like someone was hoping that would stay in the past."
"Santana. Stop."
"Not a chance Barbie. She's probably here you know. I could go right up to her and tell her all about your obsession with her, how you would stare at her in glee club" her eyes were wild with fury, "you're a hypocrite Quinn Fabray, you have always been one!" she threw herself up off the couch and ran back in to the mass of dancing bodies.
Where did that come from. My wind was swimming. Santana was throwing up at one of Puck's pre-graduation parties and I was the lucky one holding her hair back. Sure I was nearly black out drunk at the time too, so I just I let slip that at one point in time, maybe for like six second on a random Tuesday senior year that I thought Ra- manhands looked good, hot actually. No. Beautiful. Sure I couldn't keep my eyes of her, but it could have only been about ten seconds, honestly no more than twenty for sure. And no way did I stare at her in Glee club. I used to strain my neck in there looking at anything else but her. Especially when we did Britney Spears. I had an extra long sessions at the chiropractor that week. I took the six remaining test tubes, did them one after the other and took off for the dance floor.
It was pitch black except for the strobe light. I had glow stick liquid all over my body, my black dress was just a glowing mess of fabric and I could have cared less. I was trying to forget Santana's words and Jarrod was a great dancer and Elaine and Brittany were just a blast to watch, although I think I was seeing double and it was definitely making me a bit dizzy.
I pushed Jarrod off of me and he stopped kissing my neck. I shivered with disgust and I walked up stairs for some fresh air, grabbing a rack of test tubes on my way. Where were all of these test tubes even coming from? There had to be at least three classes of third graders here for this many experiments.
Outside, I could still feel the bass of the music coursing through my body. I smashed the test tubes on the side walk when I finished one and danced around trying to get rid of the tingles all over my body. My hands were the only things I could see clearly now. The were speckled with eight different glow stick colors.
I shook them in front of my face and could feel the rave inside my body again. Now what, all my test tubes were broken, my friend hates me, my head is swimming in goo, what is then next logical step Quinn? Think! Duh! Showtunes.
Whats the time?
Well it's gotta be close to midnight
My body's talking to me
It say,'Time for danger'
As she sang her body was all over the place, she was running and leaping around, her arms waving above her head. She jumped on a bench and threw her arms in the air, belting out the song.
It says 'I wanna commit a crime
Wanna be the cause of a fight
Wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt
With a stranger'
Now a few blocks from the house, due to dancing and running, she ran her hands over a homeless man's chest and flitted down the street twirling.
I've had a knack from way back
At breaking the rules once I learn the game
Get-up life's too quick
I know someplace sick
Where this chick'll dance it the flames
We don't need any money
I always get in for free
You can get in too
If you get in with me
Lights were flashing just as they had back at the party. She moved in the way of lights and being mimicking the dance moves of the girl with the beaded top. Her body was fluid and thrusting in all the right way, Quinn thought to herself, I would have loooved to dance with her.
Let's go out tonight
I have to go out tonight
You wanna play?
Let's run away
We wont be back
Before it's New Years Day
Take me out tonight (meow)
Quinn's hand was out in front of her like a cats paw as she finished the last note and was facing a very amused and very angry looking lady cop.