Closing her locker Santana glanced to her right side catching sight of the blonde she'd seen perform a perfect no hand cartwheel in practice, she was a couple lockers over grabbing her red towel and shower stuff, seeing Santana looking at her the blonde gave a small blushing smile before taking a drink of her water bottle, Santana gave a soft smile when the blonde glanced her way again after.
"Oh hell no." Santana Lopez had no idea what she was doing, she shouldn't care that the blonde Cheerio she'd seen in the locker room was drunk and stripping but it bothered the crap out of her. Glaring she shoved two large football players out of her way as she headed straight to the blonde dancing on the coffee table. Both teens glared until they saw it was the Latina that had shoved them "No me gusta! Perra moverse!" Santana put both hands on a mowhawked boy's back shoving him into another player, his snarl quickly faded as he saw it was Santana, he hadn't seen her in months but he knew to fear her, hands up he stepped away. Stopping in front of the coffee table Santana held her hand up. "¡Oye!¡Ahora!"
"Santana!" the half dressed blonde squealed jumping down towards the brunette.
"Oh shit!" Santana slightly paniced but still managed to catch the scrawny Cheerio in her arms only giving a slight stumble, giggling the blonde draped her arms around Santana's neck and shoulders kissing the brunette on the cheek.
"¡Mi héroe!"
"Lopez!"
Rolling her eyes Santana kept the blonde in her arms as she turned to the female voice that had barked her name. Frannie Fabray Captain of the Cheerios stood in what was widely called the Wonder Woman pose, fisted hands on hips, feet apart, Santana knew the taller blonde was trying to intimidate her like she did the other freshman Cheerios. Santana smirked, not the reaction Frannie thought she would get. "Fabray."
"I thought you were the 'bad bitch from Lima Heights who only looked out for herself', why do you care what she does?"
"She's your sister's best friend shouldn't you?" Santana countered as the still nameless blonde dropped her head onto Santana's shoulder.
"If Brittany can't handle a party she can't handle being a Cheerio." Frannie snipped pointing at the blonde in Santana's arms, nameless blonde now had a name Santana thought half paying attention to Frannie as she ranted. "And if my sister can't keep up she's no good to me either."
"And I thought I was a cold hearted bitch." Santana's eyebrow arched, if Frannie knew her younger sister Quinn was behind her she gave no indication, Santana could see the younger Fabray was hurt but not surprised by her sister statement.
"I have a scholarship riding on this, do you really think I give a damn about you or anyone else? You'll learn soon enough, look out for yourself everyone else is." Frannie stated walking away.
"Such a bitch." Santana muttered rolling her eyes, "Missing something?" Santana eyed Quinn.
"Thank you." Quinn moved closer now that her sister was gone. "Brittany?" Quinn touched the other blonde's shoulder.
"Q!" Brittany squealed practically falling out of Santana's arms and into the other blonde. Grabbing Brittany by the waist Quinn struggled to get her to stand straight, Brittany's eyes were barely open.
"Need help?" Santana turned ready to attack but saw two boys who were genuinly concerned.
Quinn shook her head "No I..."
"Yes." Santana interupted Quinn.
"May I?" the tall Asian boy pointed at Brittany.
Quinn glanced at Santana who nodded. "Okay."
Easily sweeping Brittany up in his arms he looked around "They have a patio set in the back." he offered seeing no open spots in the living room.
"Okay." Quinn nodded again this time following as he started walking.
Her eyes closed Brittany mumbled "Santana your shoulders are bigger."
Chuckling the Asian boy said "I've got you now Brittany."
"Mike." Brittany snuggled the Asian teen's neck. "You smell nice."
Mike chuckled again "Thanks Brittany."
The second boy introduced himself as they followed the Asian boy "I'm Matt." the girls had recognized the boys, they were freshman football players.
"Santana Lopez." Santana watched him flinch at her name "Quinn Fabray."
"Your sister's the Cheerios captain." again there was fear in the slim black boy's eyes, Quinn just nodded.
Santana shook her head snatching two wine coolers from someone's hands quipping "Move along hi-ho Cheerie-ho." when the girl opened her mouth to comment. It didn't matter that she was an older Cheerio, Santana simply did not care, she'd come into the Cheerios with a reputation as a bitch and a trouble maker, it worked in her favor, the older Cheerios were afraid of her and didn't mess with her "Here." Santana handed Matt and Quinn the wine coolers before snagging two more. The only ones that didn't seem to fear her were Frannie and Brittany.
"San..."
"Just go with it Fabray Jr." Santana gestured the blonde to follow the Asian boy. Quinn frowned but followed Mike out the back door, the back yard was surprisingly empty. "See empty yard no seniors up our asses." Quinn knew it was more than just Frannie, the football players were just as bad, trying to grope. "Here's the plan, Asian you keep a hold of Brittany, just hold her on your lap, any funny stuff and I'll break body parts." Santana threatened "The rest of us just hang out here and pretend to drink when people come by, if they ask this isn't your first drink."
Quinn was surprised it worked, even on her sister Frannie who glared at Brittany in Mike's lap, Mike poked her earning a giggle and a nuzzle before she settled back down. Santana was surprised by Quinn's acting talent and Mike was able to convince people the blonde on his lap was more with it than she really was by cuddling with her and dropping light kisses on her cheek when people walked by.
They were talking about football and Cheerios until Mike finally spoke up "I think they slipped her something, I only saw her with one drink and Frannie gave it to her." Quinn gasped.
"That bitch." Santana fumed. "I fucking hate your sister."
"I...I..." Quinn stuttered looking back at the house where she knew her sister was.
"She's cold hearted, she just roofied your best friend as was going to leave her for those bastards to..." Santana's stomach turned she couldn't even finish the sentence.
Quinn jumped to her feet throwing the wine cooler with a growl. Santana watched, Quinn knew her sister was mean, was out for number one but never thought she would stoop to that level. Quinn narrowed her eyes glaring in her sister's general direction before turning to Santana, the fire in the blonde's eyes excited Santana. "Okay 'Lima Heights' what do you suggest? Someone has just tried to take out your best friend, what would you do?"
Tossing her bottle with Quinn's the Latina smiled evilly "Oh I'd cut a bitch, but as this bitch is your sister, I recommend taking out the thing that she loves most... her status as head bitch, and maybe key her beamer." Santana shrugged.
"Drain the oil from it." Mike glared at the house.
"Sugar in the tank?" Matt suggested before adding "Them too." they all knew which boys would have gone after Brittany.
"Slash her fucking tires." Quinn said viciously, though she was watching Brittany with tenderness.
"Leave it Auntie Snixx." Santana nodded satisfied she'd been given the go ahead. "Any of you bitches drive?" Santana asked the trio, they all shook their heads, all freshmen "A'ight I gots this, we've been here long enough." pulling out her phone Santana poked a few buttons before speaking "¿Hola?...Hola, necesito un favor, esta fiesta es triste, sí, necesito un viaje a casa...Van, tengo cuatro conmigo." The trio just watched her as she continued to speak in Spanish, Quinn knew enough to know that Santana was giving the address, meaning she recognized the numbers in Spanish. "Ten minutes." Santana said hanging up the phone "We can go to my house, rents are both at work, just moved a few months ago so there's not much that's outta boxes because they're never home."
"Anywhere's better than here." Quinn folded her arms.
"Okay then follow me." Santana gestured the direction she wanted them to go "You got her?"
"Yea." Mike nodded, Matt helped him stand but Mike easily held the still groggy blonde and he followed behind Santana.
"Go, go, go! Someone's coming out the back door." Matt ushered them towards where ever Santana was leading them.
Santana had chosen a house far enough away from the party that they wouldn't be noticed or recognized if they were spotted, no one needed to see Brittany carried out of the party. Reaching up Quinn brushed her hand against Brittany's cheek earning a "Hmm."
"Thank you." Quinn whispered, Santana shrugged. Quinn knew she hadn't done it for her, she'd seen how the Latina looked at Brittany and Brittany of course was all smiles. Frannie had never liked Brittany not even when they were younger, Quinn knew it was because of Brittany's natural dance talent and easy nature allowing the younger blonde to instantly make friends. "I owe you."
"Didn't do it for you." Santana continued to half ignore Quinn.
"Any favor comes from me not her." Quinn shook her head, she wasn't going to let the brunette take advantage of Brittany, Santana heard the anger.
"Relax Fabray, plotting revenge against your sister is all the thanks I need." Santana glanced back at Mike who shifted "Problem?"
"My nose itches." Mike twitched it.
"I got you man." Matt reached up scratching Mike's nose for him.
It was ten minutes, Santana was impressed Mike hadn't wavered once, apparently his skinny ass was all muscle, he was still holding steady when the van pulled up. Smiling Santana approached the van once it stopped and the side door opened "Hola Pequeña Diabla."
"Hola Diablo."
The hispanic teen eyed Quinn licking his lips "Hola, Blondie."
Quinn shifted nervously, Santana chuckled placing a hand on her cousin's chest "Abajo chico."
Giving a head nod in Brittany's direction he asked "¿Cuál es la historia con ella?"
Santana frowned gesturing for Mike to bring Brittany over "Drogado. Lo que me recuerda que necesito tu ayuda, estilo Lima Heights."
"En cualquier momento." he winked holding his arms out for Brittany. "It's okay man I got her." he promised when Mike eyed him anxiously.
"Mike, Matt, Quinn this is my cousin Santiago Lopez." Santana gestured to the smiling teen. "Santi this is Quinn Fabray, Mike Chang and Matt Rutherford."
"Well any friend of Pequeña Diabla is a friend of mine." Santiago smiled taking Brittany from Mike "And this one?"
"Su nombre es Brittany." Santana said softly, Santiago noticed the changed glancing at her as she climbed in the van to help get Brittany into the bucket seat.
"¿Estás bien?"Santiago asked putting Brittany in the chair.
"La hermana de Quinn la drogó, está celosa de Brittany ..." leaning across Brittany Santana belted her in.
"Smell nice." Brittany mumbled reaching for Santana when she moved away, gently taking Brittany's hand Santana put it back on the blonde's lap.
"Pregunté si estás bien." Santiago said evenly.
Pulling down both seat arms Santana sighed "Sí, quiero decir que es una niña dulce, he hecho cosas bastante horribles en mi vida, pero incluso yo no haría esto."
"Usted tiene su código." Santiago said climbing in the driver seat.
Once Santiago and Santana were seated the trio climbed in the back of the van. "You guys can crash at my place, rents won't mind or Santi can take you home."
"My parents think I'm at Brittany's, they never check." Quinn admitted reaching out and taking the other blonde's hand. "But I should call my Mom any way, Frannie may decide to tell them different."
"We're good until 10." Matt nodded not going into details, his parents knew the boys were hanging out with the football players.
"Pizza?" Santana looked at Santiago, he nodded "Pepperoni?"
"Bacon?" Quinn asked.
"Hawaiian?" Santana glanced in the rear view mirror at Quinn who wrinkled her nose.
"No, just bacon."
"Sausage?" Mike asked.
"Meat lovers it is." Santana chuckled pulling out her phone "Or is she like a vegitarian?"
"Britt? No." Quinn shook her head. "You sure she'll be okay?"
"She just needs to sleep it off somewhere safe, no place safe than with Pequeña Diabla ." Santiago promised Quinn.
"I'm sorry but what does that mean? Pequeña Diabla?" Quinn questioned. "Isn't diabla devil, well female devil?"
Santana eyed her cousin who was trying not to laugh, poking the phone she left the answer alone, but Santiago grinned answering "Little Devil." Santana flipped him off as she responded to the voice on the phone.
"Yes hi, what comes on your meat lovers pizza...2 large add bacon...yes I said add bacon. What do you mean you can't add bacon..." frowning Santana hung up. Quinn opened her mouth but closed it when Santana held up a finger as she dialed a new number. Tapping her finger Santana spoke "So this is how this is going to go, I just got off the phone with the only other pizza place in town, they said they can't add bacon to their meat lovers pizza...oh you don't have to it's on the meat lovers...sausage and pepperoni as well...nice." Santana nodded "Yea we'll take 2 of those, large, 2 liters of..." Santana glanced back at Quinn.
"She likes Dr. Pepper." Quinn said quietly.
"Dr. Pepper." Santana continued, giving the address she added "Half hour or it's free." before hanging up. "Honestly how do you not include all the meats on a meat lover and then say you can't add it?" Santana rolled her eyes, Santiago chuckled.
It only took them ten minutes to get to the house, it surprised Matt because it was just a few houses down from his. "Now I know why your name sounds familiar, your dad works with ours." Santana nodded it explained why their last names sounded familiar. "Dad said the new doctor moved in here."
"Makes it easy to get back before curfew." Mike said thankfully Matt nodded.
"I'll open the garage, they don't need to see us carrying her in." Santana said getting out of the van and closing the door.
Santiago sat quietly watching the group in his van, there was something special about them, Santana went out of her way for no one but family, even Puckerman and they'd known him most of their lives. "Why do you call each other devil?" Quinn asked softly.
Santiago smiled "It's our middle names. Santiago Diablo and Santana Diabla and since she's little she's Pequeña Diabla."
"Mi dulce diabla." Brittany murmured, Quinn arched her eyebrow at Brittany.
"Um, what?"
Santiago chuckled "Something Santana would kill me for if I repeated."
"That bad? Quinn flinched.
"No." Santiago promised pulling forward into the garage.
They managed to get Brittany inside the same way they got her out, Santana and Santiago handed her over to Mike who took her to the couch, one of the only pieces of furnature in the room aside from the television, only now instead of Mike sitting with her it was Quinn. Santana took care of the pizza and drinks, Santiago dug around in the boxes marked kitchen finding plates and cups.
Quinn watched Santiago whisper something to Santana and get elbowed and glared at. "No me gusta." Santiago chuckled, the boys were borrowing a card table and chairs from Matt's house. It was only seven so Matt explained he and Mike were going to Santana's house. "So what did you tell them?" Santana asked bringing the boxes of pizza into the living room.
"We met at the party, hung out for a little bit and you invited us for pizza with you Quinn, Brittany and your cousin. When we saw the house we realized our dads worked together, I kept it simple." Matt admitted. Santana nodded setting the the boxes on the table leaning over she helped Santiago set the small table.
"And since you guys aren't all moved in yet we went to Matt's to get the table and chairs." Mike added before asking Quinn "How's Brittany?"
Hearing her name Brittany squinted in the direction of the voice, smiling at the sight in front of her it wasn't Mike "Dios mío, ella tiene el trasero más lindo. Quinn, ven, mira." startled Santana straightened up looking behind her, the blonde was staring at her, to be precise her butt, Santiago bit his lower lip shaking his head he tried not to laugh at Santana's surprise. But to be fair the blonde had just been snoring.
"Oh my...I'm sorry," mortified Quinn stumbled through an apology."I have no idea what she said...but she... isn't herself right now."
"If you don't speak Spanish why are you apologizing?" Santana chuckled suddenly oddly amused by the situation.
"I don't know, I didn't even know she spoke Spanish, Korean yes, Dutch yes, but Spanish no." Quinn admitted. "And really I have no idea what she's been saying but she's always been rather blunt... I'm sorry."
"Don't be." Santana shrugged "She said I had a cute butt." Mike frowned.
"Oh my Go..." Quinn blushed most girls didn't take Brittany's blunt compliments well, mainly because Brittany was well bisexual, Brittany'd know since 7th grade that she liked both boys and girls. "We should go..."
"She's fine." Santana promised "Not the first person to say I have a nice ass, not even the first gay person to say it."
"She's bi." Quinn corrected, Mike's eyebrow shot up. "Most people..."
"Calm yourself Fabray, you should know by now I'm not most people." Santana sat next to Brittany.
"Usted es tan caliente. ¿Estoy soñando?"still squinting Brittany gave a groggy smile causing Santana to chuckle.
"No, estás despierto. ¿Cómo estás?" Santana brushed a stray hair away from Brittany's eyes.
" poco mareado." Brittany admitted blinking and giving her head a shake.
"¿Sabes que estás hablando español verdad?" Santana asked.
"Oh," Brittany bit her lower lip "sorry Quinn."
"It's okay." Quinn sat down on the other side of Brittany "How much did you have to drink?"
"Just the one Frannie gave me when we got there." Brittany chewed her lower lip nervously "I don't remember a whole lot after that."
"I found you stripping on the coffee table." Santana admitted hoping the 'yank the band-aid off quick' method was okay.
"Oh." Brittany looked at Quinn "Sorr..."
"No," Santana squeezed Brittany's hand to bring the blonde's attention back to her "you don't need to apologize, that bitch Frannie gave you either a spiked drink or a shit ton of booze in that one drink."
Quinn sighed looking at Brittany "Sorr..."
"No!" Santana barked, everyone including Santiago gave a jump "Neither one of you did anything to apologize for. Frannie did," Santana looked at Quinn "her jealous ass knows Britt can out dance and tumble her so she attacked her, now it's her turn."
"Violence is not the answer." Brittany shook her head, Santana blinked looking back at the inocent blonde.
"Trust me violence is the only answer." Santana growled.
Brittany tilted her head looking confused, Quinn sighed explaining what Santana did not want to. "Britt after Frannie gave you the drink she left you in the middle of the party surrounded by drunken boys who would have done not nice things to you once you passed out. Santana got to you right before I did or they did."
"Oh." Brittany glanced at the trio of boys in the room with them, leaning to Santana she whispered fearfully, "Are these drunk boys from the party?"
"No these are nice boys from the party Mike and Matt, nice football players." Quinn answered pointing to each boy as she introduced them "You remember them?" Brittany nodded smiling back at the Asian boy "And this is Santana's cousin Santiago."
"Hola, Blondie." Santiago smiled and winked.
"Hola primo" Brittany smiled brightly.
"English." Quinn prompted.
"You should take Spanish." Santana shrugged.
"It's all they teach at McKinley." Quinn admitted.
"Well it will make it easier to understand her, even if it is cheesy." Santana said without thinking. "The hat is in the living room. El sombrero está en la sala de estar. Excuse me, where is the restroom? ¿Discúlpeme, dónde está el baño?" the group laughed at Santana's Spanish teacher impersonation. "I heard the guy's a real loser."
"Why don't you teach her the fun stuff Pequeña Diabla?" Santiago asked, Santana smirked knowing exactly what her cousin meant by the fun stuff.
"Santana Diabla Lopez!"
All three girls looked up from the game on the living room floor where they'd camped out, Santana quickly ran through anything her mother could be pissed over but surprisingly found nothing. "¿Mamá?"
Quinn and Brittany sat quietly staring at one another hearing."¿Por qué acabo de recibir una llamada de Russell Fabray?"
"No lo sé Mamá." Santana glanced at the blonde duo shrugging. "Le pedí permiso a Papá, no pude contactarte."
Maribel Lopez finally stepped into the living room, she was intimidating for a woman of her tiny stature "¿Hicieron ellos?"
"Sí. Brittany le preguntó a su papá y Quinn a su mamá, ambos dijeron que sí." Santana expalained glancing at Quinn Santana spoke in English offering "Maybe her Mom forgot to tell her Dad the girls are spending over here instead of Brittany's?"
"Possibly." Maribel nodded in agreement. "So who do we have here Santanita?"
"Oh this is Quinn Fabray and Brittany..." Santana looked back at Brittany the blonde never mentioned her last name, no one had.
"Pierce." Quinn smiled, Brittany did as well.
"This is my mother Maribel Lopez."
"Nice to meet you." Maribel nodded at the teens before asking "So how was the party?"
Quinn mumbled causing the older Latina to tilt her head. "I...uh..." Quinn stumbled.
"It sucked Mamá, typical upperclassmen being as...jerks to lower classmen," Maribel smirked as her daughter caught herself "so we left early and came here."
"We did meet nice boys." Brittany smiled brightly at Maribel.
"Really?" Maribel sat on the arm of the couch suddenly interested, Santana rolled her eyes.
"Neighbor boys," Brittany nodded "well sorta actually we met them at school first they're football players so they were there practicing when we were there practicing..."
"Dr. Chang and Dr. Rutherford's sons Mike and Matt." Santana interupted what she was sure was going to be a long story "I didn't know who they were at first." Santana admitted. "But we saw them at the party and Brittany recognized them, so when we left I asked Santi to give them a ride, that's when we found out who they were and that Matt's was our neighbor. I invited them for pizza, no funny business." Santana promised her mother "Santi stayed until they went to Matt's." Santana pointed in the direction of the Rutherford house.
"Es bueno que estés haciendo nuevos amigos, Santana, chicas agradables en lugar de esos rufianes." Maribel smiled at Santana as she stood.
Brittany beamed "Aww gracias." Maribel glanced at Brittany with amusement.
"Brittany speaks Spanish," Santana explained "but Quinn doesn't so we can talk about her all we want."
"Hey." without thinking Quinn smacked Santana with her pillow making Maribel laugh, eyebrow arch Santana looked over at Quinn who was suddenly very nervous.
"Oh, it's on Fabray." Santana quickly smacked Quinn with her own pillow, laughing Maribel left the girls beating the crap out of each other with pillows until they collapsed back on their make shift beds laughing. "Thanks for this Fabray." Santana said resting her hand on her stomach as she looked up at the ceiling trying to catch her breath.
"Could we call me something other than Fabray?" Quinn asked doing the same.
Brittany rolled over next to Santana bumping her shoulder into Santana's as she settled, tilting her head as she looked at the ceiling with Santana the blonde asked "What are we looking at?"
"Hmm?" Santana turned her head coming face to face with Brittany, practically nose to nose, Santana smirked at the blonde's serious lack of personal space, she could see Quinn sitting up out the corner of her eye. "Not looking at anything really." Santana answered honestly now focusing on the bright blue eyes in front of her "Just thinking." Santana stopped before saying 'those are the bluest eyes I've ever seen'
"Staring into space B, people do it when they think, they look in the direction of something and zone out." Quinn explained not knowing if Brittany would understand Santana.
"Oh." Brittany looked at Quinn asking "Like I do with ducks or my stars?."
"Yes." Quinn nodded glad Brittany understood.
"You like ducks?" Santana asked, Brittany looked back to Santana who much to Quinn's surprise hadn't moved.
Brittany nodded explaining "Daddy takes me and my sister to the park to feed them on Sundays after church, if I stay awake, I sometimes fall asleep when we pray."
Quinn silently watched the duo, everything she'd heard about the Latina from other kids from the Lima Heights area had her on edge, the girl was a total bitch, mean as they came and violent as hell. Quinn herself had seen Santana kidney punch a fellow Cheerio for stepping on her shoe. But here she was practically nose to nose with Brittany and Santana hadn't shoved her away or told her to move.
"I hear ya." Santana nodded "I've fallen asleep a few times at church too. So where do you go to see your stars?" Santana asked, she used to go to the roof of the apartment building when the power went out to see stars.
"My room, I have glow in the dark stars, Quinn gets me new stars for my birthday every year." Brittany smiled.
"Yes I do." Quinn scooted closer ready for Santana to pick on the other 14 year old.
"You should come see them some time." Brittany smiled "You're eyes are really pretty." Quinn flinched ready for the explosion.
Santana chuckled "Thank you, your eyes are really pretty too." Brittany beamed.
"Santana!" Maribel called out before entering the living room, Santana sat up, it wasn't a friendly Santana. Even Brittany could tell by Santana's reaction it wasn't good.
"Mami?" Santana stood up ready to follow her mom out of the room.
"Santi, I need you to answer honestly." Maribel stepped straight to her daughter.
"I thought her cousin was Santi?" Brittany whispered confused.
Maribel arched an eyebrow trying to glance at the blonde but Santana side stepped blocking her mother's view. Patting Brittany's thigh Quinn whispered "Later."
"Did you and Mr. Fabray's daughter get into a fight?" Santana glanced back at Quinn confused "The other daughter." Maribel clarified.
"No ma'am." Santana shook her head.
"He said Frannie's tires were slashed after getting in a yelling match with you Santana." Maribel crossed her arms.
"I swear Mami, the only thing I talked to Frannie about was Brittany but there was no yelling."
"She was looking for me." Quinn stood up.
"I twisted my ankle." Brittany added standing up, Maribel looked at Brittany and then her ankle "It's better now." Brittany smiled "She took really good care of me." Maribel was impressed when Santana didn't flinch when the blonde hugged her from behind.
"So you had nothing to do with the tires?"
"No Mami," Santana placed her hand on Brittany's arm since it was covering her heart. "I swear, we left early I was here with Santi and the girls, Mike and Matt." Santana shook her head, for once completely innocent of the act itself. "We were eating pizza and watching movies."
"And we played gold fish." Brittany added.
"Go fish." Quinn and Santana gently corrected Brittany.
Maribel nodded, "I will call him back and tell him he was misinformed as I have several witness to the contrary including his younger daughter."
Quinn gave a small smile, she wasn't sure if her father would believe her over her sister even when if was true, Santana recognized the doubt in the blonde's hazel eyes, she saw it a lot in the younger Fabray. "Maybe I should go."
Maribel frowned "You stay, you girls go back to whatever you were doing in there, as long as it's not illegal." Maribel added seeing Santana smirk.
Quinn waited until Maribel left the room "How can your mom be that cool about it, my parents would be flipping out, after they sent everyone home of course."
"Mom's a lawyer, she needs evidence." Santana shrugged as if that explained everything. "Britt can I use your phone?" handing it to Santana when they sat back down Brittany tilted her head watching as the brunette scrolled through the phone. "Um, where's Matt's number?" Santana held out the phone, Brittany giggled scrolling to the name she put him under, "He is not." Santana shook her head typing, Quinn peaked over Santana's shoulder giggling.
From Brittany: Hey it's Santana. Someone slashed that bitch's tires, Fabray's dad thinks it's me, you may get questioned.
From Santana's Hottie: We were with you watching movies, eating pizza and playing go fish
From Brittany: I know, but they may push, we say nothing about the party, if they ask Brittany twisted her ankle that's why we carried her, we iced it, it feels better
From Santana's Hottie: K
From Brittany: Erase the messages
Santana erased the messages muttering. "He is not my hottie."
Santana watched as her mother walked by the living room on her cell phone "No it's pefectly understandble...yes I do know my daughter's reputation but I also know your younger daughter has given my daughter an alibi for the incident..." Santana leaned trying to hear to more. "I'm glad it was all taken care of...no Santana has not associated with that young man since our move, I'm sure she was just as surprised to see him there..."
Quinn quietly asked "Are you in trouble?"
"Nope." Santana shook her head "You would know if I was."
The house phone ringing Santana got up quickly answering it "Lopez Law, Santana speaking how may I help you?" Quinn squinted watching Santana write down a message on a note pad. "Of course let me put you on hold for a moment." it was then that Quinn saw it wasn't a typical phone that Santana had answered it was like the ones she saw at her father's work. Leaving the room with the sticky note Santana came back a moment later without it, addressing the confused look on Quinn's face she said. "Mom and Dad both have lines, plus there's the personal line."
It was a few more minutes before Maribel made an appearance at the door. "Okay girls I have to go, they actually did find the person responsible for the tires, Quinn your father would like you home by 11am."
"Yes Ma'am." Quinn nodded.
"It's Maribel." Maribel smiled, glancing at Brittany who was standing in front of a box marked dvds Maribel added. "Hablaremos por la mañana." before switching back to English "It was nice to meet you girls."
"Nice to meet you too." Quinn and Brittany chimed together.
"So I have to ask." Quinn glanced down at the sleeping blonde "What's going on?"
Santana shrugged admitting "Everyone else ran in fear the second I looked in their direction, she smiled."
"Are you gay?" Quinn hadn't meant to be so blunt but it slipped out.
"What? No..." Santana snapped glaring at Quinn.
Quinn held up her hands in surrender "Not judging, it's just you had no problems with her flirting with you or her extreme lack of personal space."
"Lima Heights, cat calls walking to school. Grown ass men yelling that I'm hot and my ass looks great." Santana admitted
"Gross." Quinn balked.
"Pervs," Santana agreed admitting "but she didn't say it the way they did, even drugged, she didn't make my skin crawl."
"She's really sweet, just really blunt." Quinn brushed a stray heair away from Brittany's face.
"So what's her diagnosis?" Santana asked seriously.
"I...what? No..how?" Quinn eyed Santana surprised.
"Dad's a doctor." Santana reminded "They were both going to school and working, Lima Heights was affordable and my Abuleas live there, so that's where we lived. They've been saving and dad was offered a better job so we moved here. That's why our stuff doesn't match the house."
"So all that stuff I heard about you?"
"All true, Santi taught me how to fight and I found myself running with neighborhood kids like Puck and a few others, it was him by the way."
"What was?" Quinn asked not following.
"Puck slashed the tires, that was his mom that called, any of our old neighbors need something Mom and Dad help them if they can." Santana leaned against the couch.
"Why?"
"Why? What? Puck?" Santana shrugged "He overheard us, saw me with her."
"And that's all it took."
"Yea." Santana nodded, she didn't know Quinn well enough to tell her anymore and it wasn't entirely her story to tell. "I'm not even supposed to be going to McKinley, I'm zoned for Caramel High, I mean if I was still in Lima Height Adjacent I'd be zoned for McKinley but I'm not." Quinn looked at her confused "This side of the street is Caramel, Matt's side is McKinley, Mom and Dad went to register me and the people at Caramel said my records were at McKinley."
"Coach Sylvester." Quinn nodded. "That's why Brittany and I go to McKinley, Coach Sylvester scouted my sister and Brittany, I'd say you too."
"You know you're good right?" Santana asked.
"Not as good as my sister and no where near as good as Brittany." Quinn shook her head.
"Nope." Santana shook her head "Wrong attitude." Santana stood up offering her hand to Quinn, "People fear the name, use the fear." Quinn took Santana's hand, Santana pulled her to her feet tugging her to the mirror by the front door. "Okay Fabray, lesson one." Santana straightened Quinn's shoulders "Let them fear the name, they think you'll be a bitch like your sister, so be one, own it." Santana scowled into the mirror, Quinn's scowled too but it looked more like a pout.
"I don't think I can." Quinn shook her head.
"Think of Frannie giving Brittany that drink...there it is." Santana smiled as the menacing glare over took the pout on the blonde's face. "Stick with me and we will rule the school and no one and nothing will ever touch Brittany again." Santana offered. "And we'll make Frannie's last year unbearable for her," Quinn looked at the brunette's reflection in the mirror, "Coach would have cut you if she thought you were dead weight, she sees something in you." giving a slow nod Quinn tried the glare again this time thinking of Frannie. "Perfect." Santana gave an evil grin.
Quinn stood in front of her father's desk, her hands clasped in front of her "With all that I have done for you Quinn the least you could do is not lie to me."
"I'm not lying Daddy." Quinn promised. "I just know I ran into Brittany and Santana and then we saw Dr. Chang and Dr. Rutherford's sons Michael and Matthew and hung out with them. We didn't want to stay so I called Mom to see if it was okay to catch a ride with Santana and her cousin and to stay at Santana's instead of Brittany's."
"So that Lopez girl?"
"I didn't hear any yelling Daddy, not from Frannie or Santana." Quinn said honestly. "I came out of the bathroom and found Brittany with Santana and then we went out back."
Nodding her father rubbed his chin looking at the paper on his desk "Okay. So I see on your schedule you have Spanish."
"It's the only language they offer." Quinn knew her father didn't like it.
"You'll stay with your French tutor." Russell looked up from the paper, Quinn nodded "World History honors, English honors, Algebra 2 honors, Biology..."
"They don't offer an honor or AP class for biology." Quinn explained.
He nodded again "And gym."
Quinn nodded "Santana offered to help me with Spanish."
He continued to nod "Whatever it takes, straight A's no excuses, if Frannie can do it so can you."
"Yes sir." Quinn nodded. When he moved her schedule aside and began reading the paper Quinn quietly left the room, she wouldn't stoop to Frannie's level of keeping A's but she'd keep them none the less.
"Santana?" he knew his wife wasn't around but there was a chance his daughter was.
"Hi Papi." Santana peaked out of the kitchen. "How was work?"
"Paperwork, lot's of paperwork. Did you have fun?" Luis asked smiling at his only child.
"Yes, once we got home, high school parties are lame." Santana rolled her eyes.
Luis glanced over Santana's shoulder, a giggle had come from his kitchen. "Are the girls still here?"
"Just Brittany, Quinn had to leave earlier, we went with Santi to drop her off but Britt's parents aren't home yet and she lost her house keys, I didn't want to leave her by herself."
"Tu turno San." a hand appeared on his daughter's shoulder before a blonde head peaked over it, Santana smiled at the blonde before returning her attention back to her father. "Oh hola." Brittany beamed.
"Brittany este es mi padre Luis Lopez, Papi esta es mi nueva amiga Brittany"
Brittany smiled extending her hand "Hola, tu casa es encantadora."
"Gracias." Luis smiled taking it, giving it a quick shake he glanced down at Santana who had yet to remove the blonde's other hand from her shoulder. "I need to borrow Santana for a moment, I promise I'll bring her right back."
"Okay." Brittany beamed skipping back into the kitchen.
Santana stepped into the entry with her father, his sudden seriousness didn't sit well with her. "What are you doing with her?"
"Nothing." Santana shook her head confused by her father's shift in attitude towards her. "Wait, is it cause she's white?" Santana asked confused."You've never had a problem with that before."
"You know better than that." Hand on Santana's shoulders he looked her in the eye lowering his voice he warned. "She's a sweet girl Santana, no funny business."
Santana narrowed her eyes, she knew exactly what her father was talking about, she quietly hissed "That puta got what she deserved."
"Language." Luis warned. "This isn't Lima Heights Adjacent, you're not some matón, this is a nice neighborhood where you don't need to throw people in dumpsters."
Insulted Santana remarked "I won't do that to Brittany...wait how do you know Brittany?" Santana stepped back. Her father had called Brittany 'a sweet girl'.
"I can't say." he shook his head.
"So she's a patient." Santana crossed her arms.
"Santana."
"Papi in the time she's been here she's spoken two different languages not counting English, Quinn said the other one was Korean, but she can't tie her own shoe." Santana had tied it for her, apparently Mike had tied it for her earlier. "She couldn't remember her last name, but told Santi there's something wrong with his van, transmission I think."
"I can't say." Luis shook his head. "You have to ask her."
"Papi she can't remember how to tie her shoes how is she going to remember fricken medical terms?" Santana hissed.
"I have them in my phone." Brittany said quietly.
Santana closed her eyes cringing, opening her eyes she slowly turned "Britt, I'm sorry I didn't mean..."
"It's okay, I know I can't tie my shoes." Brittany said softly adding "I normally get velcro but these were pretty and Quinn always helps me. Hi Dr. Lopez, I'm sorry I didn't remember you." Brittany looked down bitting her lower lip.
"It's okay Brittany, we only met for a few minutes, is it okay if I explain things to Santana for you?"
"Okay." Brittany nodded, then whispered to Santana "I forgot where the bathroom is."
"I'll show you Britt." Santiago stepped out of the kitchen, bumping Santana's shoulder he teased "Stop getting in trouble you're slowing down our game." Santana rolled her eyes.
Santana followed her dad into the kitchen, Old Maid cards were on the counter next to three sodas. "Brittany's an interesting case." her father admitted. "Brittany's what's called a hyperpolyglot, she can easily learn other languages which is odd in itself but add to that her learning disabilities it's amazing. My predisessor diagnosed her with dysgraphia, dyslexia and ADHD it hasn't affected all of her motorskills as I hear she is an excellent dancer and cheerleader." Santana nodded. "But the three affect her handwritting, spelling and she has difficulty writing and thinking at the same time. Obviously there is something else yet to be diagnosed but for what has been diagnosed I have some suggestions for her teachers as to how to help her."
Santana leaned against the counter asking "Could she have a form of autism, I heard they have comprehnsion issues and she doesn't really do eye contact."
"You've been researching." Luis nodded proudly. "It is one of the things I'm looking into."
"So the job they offered you was Brittany?" Santana tilted her head.
"Her doctor wanted a second opinion and then decided once I understood things that he was going to retire." Luis explained. "I've actually only met Brittany once."
"When was she diagnosed?" Santana asked.
"I was seven." Brittany answered, Santana faced the blonde. "Quinn went with me."
"So she does know." Santana scowled, Brittany nodded. "I'm so gonna kick her ass." Santana held up her hands quickly saying "Figure of speech." seeing Brittany's eyes go wide "She lied to me, I asked her last night if she knew what your diagnosis was and she said no."
"She says that's my job." Brittany nervously clasped her hands in front of her.
"Language Santana." her father chided.
"You should get a swear jar, I have one for Lord Tubbington, but I think he steals money from my purse to put in it instead of using his own." Brittany rambled. Santiago gave an amused smirk while Santana looked confused. "Oh that's right I didn't tell you about Lord Tubbington." Brittany smiled brightly, pulling her phone out of her back pocket she poked it a few times before showing Santana. "He's my cat."
"He's a big cat." Santana commented seeing the picture of the large cat in Brittany's arms.
"The vet said I had to put him on a diet but it's not working," Brittany sighed dejectedly "yesterday I found him hiding in my closet with a cheeseburger and milkshake from Burger King." Brittany shook her head.
Santigo grinned asking "Can we keep her?"
"He's funny." Brittany giggled, Santana rolled her eyes.
"Laugh, riot." Santana said dryly.
Santiago chuckled then turned to his uncle "Tio do you have any odd jobs I can do, I'm saving for a new transmission."
"We bought new furnature it's supposed to be here sometime today after noon, can you stay and help out with that? I just came for a change of clothes, no bed no where to sleep but the hospital." with new beds coming they'd already given the old ones to the local second hand store.
"Yea." Santiago nodded. "You want me to stay until Tia gets home?"
"That would be great." Luis nodded. "I'm going to take a shower and head back, call me if there's an emergency. And if they ask, yes it's fine if they stay over again." Brittany squealed.
Quinn was surprised her father had said yes, but then she had said it would help her get ahead in Spanish class and because they were both also Cheerios she could work on her tumbling, zipping up her Cheerios bag Quinn could feel her sister behind her, glaring. "Is there something I can help you with?" Quinn asked turning around.
"You sided with that bitch over me?" Frannie stood in the classic 'Wonder Woman' pose, a stance that used to scare Quinn because of the threats that usually followed. "It wasn't just my tires, that little bitch slashed the tires on at least 5 other cars."
"I didn't hear yelling, I saw Brittany in Santana's arms, we went out back with Mike and Matt and then left." Quinn said picking up her Cheerios bag. "They found the boy that slashed your tires, I would say he slashed them too."
"You think that little Jew would think of something like this on his own? Everyone knows he's her lap dog, she uses him just like she's going to use you." Frannie sneered. "You really think you'll take over my Cheerios when I leave, Sue felt sorry for you..."
Quinn laughed, it took Frannie by surprise, "Santana never talked to that boy, she stayed with Brittany and I. And you of all people know Coach Sylvester would not risk a National's title because she felt sorry for anyone, she would have cut me the first second I stepped on that field if she didn't think I had talent." grabbing her purse Quinn added "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going to my friend's house."
"You think they'd stick by you if they knew Lucy?" Frannie snipped.
Quinn stopped next to her older sister smiling "Go ahead, maybe Daddy would like to know how you maintain your perfect grades."
Frannie frowned stepping out of Quinn's room, the fourteen year old locked and closed her bedroom door behind her as she stepped into the hall. "Oh Quinnie, I can swing by to get you from your friend's on my way home tomorrow."
"Actually Santana said they could drop me off any time." Quinn smiled.
"Okay then, curfew, I'll let your father know." Judy patted her youngest daughter's cheek. "Have fun."
"Okay, thank you Mommy." Quinn smiled.
Quinn was surprised that Santana was in the Captain's chair next to her and not Brittany, Brittany was in the front passanger seat "Hey." Santana smiled "We're going to Brittany's to get her a change of clothes too, maybe bounce around on a big ass trampoline."
"Do you have your key Britt?" Quinn asked digging through her purse.
"I couldn't find it, I think Lord Tubbington stole it again." Brittany shook her head.
Quinn flinched but then arched her eyebrow when Santiago seriously said "That would explain how he got the burger and shake in the house without anyone noticing."
"Oh," Brittany's eyes lit up "I hadn't thought about that."
No one was home, typical, it meant they were with Brittany's sister Fallon at a soccer game or dance practice, Quinn used her key to let them in. "Come see my cat." Grabbing Santana's hand Brittany tugged the Latina up the stairs with her, Quinn followed as did Santiago, he wasn't sure how Brittany's parents would feel about a strange boy in their house.
"Holy gato gordo!" Santana eyed the large cat that slowly waddled towards them, he was larger than the picture she'd seen. "Are you sure that's not like a dog?" Santana whispered to Brittany, because the cat was larger than a small dog, Santiago chuckled.
"He's big boned." Brittany defended pouting, scooping up the large cat Brittany brought him over to Santana "Lord Tubbington these are my new friends Santana and Santiago."
"What's he got in his mouth?" Quinn asked, the cat glared at her.
"What?" Brittany tried to look but the cat was to large for her to properly get a look.
"Let me see..." Quinn shook her head in disbelief "You're keys Britt, fatty has your keys." Quinn took hold of the keys glaring at the cat when he didn't release them "Fork them over." Quinn tugged the keys the cat growled at her.
"You know it upsets him when you call him fat Quinn." Brittany chided. "Apologize."
Quinn rolled her eyes before glaring at the large cat "I'm sorry you're fat."
Santana chuckled when Brittany said "Quuuiinnn."
"Fine," Quinn muttered "I'm sorry I called your fat ass fat, I thought you knew." the cat growled and Quinn growled back, Brittany rolled her eyes, Santiago glanced at Santana both were amused by the interactions. Leaning forward Quinn whispered something to the cat that Santana couldn't hear that caused him to release the keys. "That's what I thought." Quinn snipped.
Brittany carried the large cat to her bed "You can't keep taking my stuff."
"What'd you say to the cat?" Santana asked curious.
"I told him I'd bring over Pe' Pe', he hates him." Quinn said over her shoulder.
"What the hell is a Pe' Pe'?" Santana asked watching Quinn head for the closet.
"My kitten." Quinn called out with her head in the closet "He's black and white, we named him Pe' Pe' le Pew." Quinn held the large Cheerios bag up in triumph "Set your clothes on the bed for me Britt and get your Cheerios shoes." having nothing to do Santiago and Santana looked around the room, the stars Brittany had told Santana about were no where to be seen "They're in her dance studio." Quinn said as she lugged the large bag to the bed.
"She has a dance studio?" Santana asked confused.
"The basement." Quinn nodded, for Quinn and Brittany it wasn't a big deal they'd grown up with it.
"Oh you have to see." Running Brittany grabbed Santana's hand pulling her through the house, Quinn laughed as Santiago followed the duo out the bedroom door, with her packing Brittany's clothes would at least match.
"Whoa." Santana stood next to Santiago at the foot of the stairs, Quinn wasn't kidding it was a full sized dance studio in the basement with mirrors and a dance bar on the wall. "Wow Britt."
"I'm not good at other things but I can dance." Brittany said giving a near perfect leap and landing, to Santana it had been perfect but the small frown on Brittany's face told her otherwise.
"You don't have to be good at everything." Santana promised as she took the room in. The stars started by the light switch, it was a sun and then stars and went across the ceiling in a whispy cone shape with an occasional random planet placed in and amongst them.
"Quinn puts them up for me." Brittany piroutted as she spoke pointing at the tiniest circle of them all "That one's Pluto, like Mickey Mouse's dog, it's not a planet anymore." Brittany shrugged "But me and Quinn say it is."
"Totally messes up my acronym if it's not a planet." Santiago frowned.
"Acronym?" Brittany stopped pirouting.
"Oh...ah MVEMJSUNP."
"Bless you." Brittany offered, Santana chuckled.
Santiago smiled pointing up at the planets, the closest one to the sun "Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus..." Santana and Brittany both giggled "Neptune and Pluto."
"My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas." Quinn said from the bottom of the steps. "All packed, let's bounce."
"Trampoline!" Brittany squealed grabbing Santana's hand, tugging her to the steps Brittany grabbed Quinn's hand too causing the other blonde to drop the Cheerios bag as she was dragged up the stairs. Brittany didn't stop running until they were in her backyard in front of the large trampoline. Santiago simply followed behind with the Cheerios bag.
"Not the kind of bounce I meant but okay." Quinn chuckled pulling off her shoes.
Santana eyed it, she'd never been on a trampoline, neither had Santiago. "Come on," Brittany tugged Santana's arm "It's easy you get up like this." boosting Quinn up first Brittany simply grabbed the side of the trampoline and flipped up on it. "Santi give her a boost." sitting on the edge with her feet dangling Brittany toed her shoes off, holding her hands for Santana.
It took her a few minutes to get used to it but once she got the hang of it Santana was taking turns flipping with Brittany and Quinn. When his phone rang a half hour later Santiago called to the girls "That was the furnature people, they'll be at the house in 20 minutes."
"Do we want pizza?"
"There's a really good Chinese place." Quinn suggested, hearing a hiss the smaller blonde glared past the girls, Brittany frowned turning to the large cat who was glaring at Quinn from the bottom of the steps "That's not nice Lord Tubbington, you know you shouldn't have had my keys, you can't be mad at Quinn for taking them back." While Brittany was chastizing the cat Quinn smirked flipping him off, clasping her hands together she smiled sweetly at Brittany as the girl turned back around. "I really worry he's going to fall off the wagon again."
"He'll be okay." Quinn promised adding under her breath. "Pretty sure he'd bounce."