Disclaimer: Don't own Glee..or the characters.
Author's Note: This idea had been stuck in my head for a really long time, and I thought I should just write now before I forget it later. With that being said, I hope you enjoy!
Quinn's POV
It's those stares, those frightened little stares the students of McKinley give us, we feed off of them. It boosts your self-confidence up higher as you walk down the halls, you're two best friends by your side, hands on your hips and chin up. It feels good knowing that you can live by your own rules instead of dwelling into the whispers and judgements of the narrow-minded community, that is Lima, Ohio. Brittany, Santana, and I, turned the corner of the hallway, as the crowd separated for us, the Unholy Trinity, like Moses and the Red Sea.
We walked over to my locker, so I could get my belongings. The only time we broke our glares is when Tina waved at us. Most people underestimate the small Asian girl, but she's the only one brave enough to come up to us and say hi. I smirked at her and entered the combination number on my locker. A frown began to appear on my face when it didn't open. I tried once more before I growled in frustration. Then, an amused Latina moved in front of me and effortlessly entered the combination, opening the locker. She turned around and smirked at me as leaned on the lockers behind her and began to file her nails.
"You really should learn how to open that thing, Q. I mean, it's only necessary." she said sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes and put my books into my locker. It was almost lunch time, which meant Santana and I would usually sneak out to the park and relax at our spot. Our spot in the park was only for me and San, nobody else. I would usually sketch pictures in my pad while Santana would write lyrics in her music book. Sometimes we'd have a picnic and chat for a while before heading back to school. It's really peaceful and quiet and I'd prefer if we could continue that routine, but Coach Sylvester scheduled for the Cheerio's to practice in a few minutes. I turned to Santana and Brittany after closing my locker.
"Ready for torture?" I joked. We all laughed and headed to the girls locker room. Brittany stopped walking and cocked her head.
"Wait, why are we having practice so early? This will be our second practice today and we still have before Glee club." she stated as she looked to Santana and I, now turned around facing the blonde dancer. We both looked at each other and shrugged.
"I guess Coach is in a good mood." I said with a chuckle. I slid my arm through both of the girls' arms and we walked in to our domain, the locker rooms.
The cheerleaders loud chatting died down into low murmurs as the Unholy Trinity walked through the locker room doors. They walked to their lockers, footsteps in sync, as the Cheerio stared at their captains. I smirked to myself; these girls worship us. I know that most of, if not all, of McKinley wants to be us or be with us. We're only Juniors and we're at the top of the social hierarchy, it's gratifying. I grabbed my Cheerio's duffel bag and my Cheerio's water bottle as Santana and Brittany closed their lockers.
We walked out onto the football field, with the rest of the cheerleader in tow. When we spotted that Coach Sylvester wasn't there yet, Santana and I led our group into stretches and squats. I did my usual scan over the girls to see who's arrived and who hasn't. I noticed that there were at least 6 girls missing from practice, which Coach is not going to be pleased with. Since I am a Co-Captain with Santana, I thought I should share my new discoveries with her. I got up from my lunge position and turned around to see my tan-skinned best friend bending over in front of me. My eyebrows raised slightly as my eyes ran down the long Latina legs before me. Damn, Lopez. I blinked to clear my head.
"San, there are like 6 girls missing." I said to her, staring at her bottom and reverting my eyes as she quickly turned around. She stood up and shook her head with a chuckle.
"Well, I hope they can handle Coach Sylvester on their asses. And before you say it Q, no. We're not going to go out of way, once again, to hunt them down and warn them. They should know by now and I hope Coach demote them." She said tenaciously. I gave her a pout because I know she can't resist my pout. She put both her hands on my shoulders and squeezed them lightly. "I love you, Q. I do, and I know you mean well by this, but no. They have to learn that they're consequences." she finished as she let go of my shoulders, running her hand down my arms lightly, leaving a trace of goosebumps on my arms with her touch. I nodded my head as I stared into her dark eyes. She smirked at me and I felt my breath tremble. What is going on with me?
At that moment Coach Sylvester walked on to the field, her whistle bouncing against her red track jacket, with her white Cheerio's bull horn in her right hand. The elderly woman marched toward Santana and I with her eyebrows stitched together and her ever lasting frown upon her face. I told Brittany to take over the warm-up and met Coach half-way with Santana by my side.
"Why are we missing lunch for Cheerio's practice?" Santana said first hand in her HBIC voice, which is actually rather sexy..WHAT?!
Coach looked over to Santana. "Do you ladies understand the term 'Nationals'? I need to start whipping your lazy butts into shape, which you unfortunately have to call a squad." She looked behind us to see the cheerleaders doing jumping jacks uncoordinatedly. Her frown deepened and she shook her head slightly. "You to need to do your jobs. That is why I gave you those positions." she said as she passed between Santana and I.
I looked to Santana who shrugged and walked toward the rest of the team. I stood in the same spot with my hands on my hips. I turned around as Santana sashayed her hips, making her cheer skirt move with the motion. I stared and licked my lips subconsciously and tore my eyes away when she turned around with a knowing smirk.
"Like what you see Q?" she asked sarcastically. Heat climbed my cheeks and ears, which were exposed due to our mandatory requirement of a high pony tail. I raised an eyebrow as she laughed and held out her hand towards me. "You coming Luce?. I squinted my eyes at her and a huge filled my face as I stalked over and took her hand in my own.
Santana is the only one who knows my real name, beside my family. She rarely calls me Lucy, but when she does it, she means it in a good way I know but, it angers me. It reminds me of who I used to be, a loser kid who was invisible, and I dragged a beautiful Latina along with me due to her loyalty towards me. But this time, it did the complete opposite. It reminds me of how long Santana and I have been friends and how I would do anything for her. When Santana called me 'Luce', I realized that what I feel for my best friend, is so much more than what best friends feel for each other.
I have a crush on Santana Lopez..
After practice, we went back to the lockers to wash and change. Santana walked up to me as we entered the locker room.
"Hey, you okay Q? You seemed a bit distracted today?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern, which made my heart flutter. She rested her hand on my lower back and moved closer when I didn't respond, making my pulse jump. "Quinn?" she waved her hand in front of my face. I blinked and looked to her. "See, that's what I'm talking about. What are you thinking about? What's up?" she asked.
"Uhm, nothing its-it's nothing." I said dissmissavely and waved her off. I didn't want to tell her that she was the thing that was distracting me today. Her and that damn Cheerio's uniform and her perfect ass. I could tell by the look in her eye that she was plotting something. She slid her around my abdomen and placed her other hand next to it. She rested her chin on my shoulder as she swayed our bodies right to left.
"C'mon Q, I know you're lying. And if it's distracting you then it's definitely something." she said into my shoulder. She lifted her head and turned it slightly to look into my, now hazel, eyes. "Seriously Q, I'm here." she said. I just nodded my head, unable to speak due to our proximity. She backed up and I let out shaky sigh that I didn't know I was holding in.
I looked over to her as she took her ponytail out, raking her tan fingers through her hair. I looked away as my heart's pace quickened and she looked at me. "I'll walk you to Bio after I take my shower." she said with an adorable scrunch in her nose as she grimaced. I knodded my head once again before grabbing my things and going to take a shower my self. I can tell today is going to be long.
I walked in the choir room and sat down in the front, a couple of seats next to Mercedes, Artie, and Mike. I waved to them and smiled before taking out my notebook. Usually, I would go over and talk with them, but my mind was thinking of a certain Latina. I really have a crush on Santana. Wow, who would have thought?
Kurt and Blaine walked in, hand in hand and smiling lovingly at each other. I thought about how it would feel to be openly gay with Santana. I don't it should matter what gender you are to be with someone. I mean, it shouldn't matter as long as you love that person right? Woah, did I just say the 'L' word?
I opened my notebook and drew the first thing that came to mind. Moments later, I find my self sketching a picture of my best friend. I drew her strong jawline and her full lips with her raven hair perfectly framing her face. I drew hearts around the picture and promptly closed my book as I got out of my daze.
Brittany, Sam, Tina, and Rachel marches into the choir room laughing. Sam gave me an awkward smile and waved as I gave him a tight lipped smile. He walked over to Mercedes and gave her a kiss with his abnoramlly huge mouth. Tina walked up to me and gave me a hug before walking over to Mike and Mercedes, hugging them as well. Brittany and Rachel sat down next to me and both gave me a hug.
As Brittany and Rachel began talking about Cats the musical, Brittany claiming Lord Tubbington starred in the play, I pretended to do my homework. My thoughts drifted off to Santana once again. I thought about her laugh, her smile, and the way she gets goofy when it's just me, her, and occasionally Brittany. I felt my heart beat speed up, which seems to happen a lot. I didn't notice that I was smiling like an idiot until Rachel pointed it out.
"What's with the smile?" she asked teasingly. I look to her bemusedly when I felt a huge grin plastered on my face. I quickly dropped the smile and returned my attention to my 'Homework' as I shook my head to drop the subject. "Mhmm." she said obviously unconvinced. I closed my book once again and put it away, knowing that I was going to day dream of the Hispanic girl anyways.
At that moment, Finn, Santana, and Puck walked in; Puck gave Santana a high five with Finn smirking. Puck sat down quietly in the back and Finn went over and sat next to Rachel, Brittany moving to the seat next to me. Santana's face lit up as she saw me, making my heart do somersaults. She jogged over to me with a grin attached to her face. She sat down on my lap with her arm around my neck and her tan, toned legs crossed. She smiled down at me and rested her head the top of mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist, steadying her on my lap.
"Hey Blondie, how was your day?" she asked lifting her head and looking into my eyes. I raised an eyebrow at her and she shrugged her shoulders.
"Um.." I pondered. I didn't want to tell her that my day was amazing, yet stressful because I realize I have a huge crush on her, so I gave her the shorter version. "It was shocking, stressful, amazing, distracting.." I said and she scrunched her eyebrows together; I shook my head at her. I could tell she wanted me to tell her what's been distracting me all day. "What about you Ms. Lima Heights?"
She laughed and sighed. "It was exhausting and tiring, but it was fun." she said. Mr. Schue walked in the choir room with a lazy smile and a cup of coffee in hand. He walked over to the piano to set his things down before going over the white board. He picked up the black expo marker, taking the cap off, and writing a word that makes my heart stop and skin go pale, well paler, momentarily. He screwed the cap on and turned around, his smile more enthusiastic.
"Secrets." He said. I closed my eyes, squeezing them slightly, and took a deep breath. "You guys are friends but, we need to start acting like a family. That's what Glee club is about, a place where you fit in and everyone accepts you for who you are." He continued. He looked at each one of us and smirked. "Each and every one of you are so special and unique, but together, we're unstoppable. And that is what's going to get us to Nationals."
"So, this week, I want everyone to pick a song revealing one of their most kept secrets and share that secret with us. That secret will not leave this choir room." he finished and picked up his coffee, taking a long sip from it. There were low murmurs as some people, like Kurt and Puck, groaned while others, like Rachel, cheered. Mr. Schuester nodded his head and went into his office after calling class dismissed. I got my bag and walked towards the door. I stopped and turned around, waiting for Santana.
The Latina was currently talking to Puck and laughing. I can't even be jealous of Puck and Santana's friendship because it's actually really adorable. As badass as they are, they love each other endlessly. She looked over to me before giving Puck a fist bump, grabbing her own bag, and jogging over to me. She put an arm around my back as we walked toward the parking lot and my car, with me dreading this weeks homework assignment.
Author's Note: First, I really hope you guys like it, I had to re-write this 5 times because it kept getting deleted. Read and Review por favor? Secondly, if you want to know how chapters are going, follow my twitter ( JustWanky_X). Finally, I really want to congratulate Heather Morris and her pregnancy! I'm soo happy for her..Yeeyy HeMo!