A/N: this story starts off during the summer in between 1st and 2nd season. It's mostly AU but some things from season 2 will be in it.
It was now only a day from school starting up again and oddly enough, Santana spent almost the entire summer hanging out with one Miss Quinn Fabray. The Latina originally tried to play it off, using the lack of her bestie's presence as her excuse but she knew that wasn't it. "Quinn..hurry up." Santana looked up from the magazine she was flipping through as she lounged on Quinn's bed, waiting for the blonde to come out of the bathroom.
The door slowly swung open and Quinn walked out wearing a short yellow dress with white trim. Santana smirked, liking how the dress clung in certain places. "Oh, no.." Quinn said, shaking her head.
Santana furrowed her eyebrows, looking confused, "What?"
"I'm not wearing this to school tomorrow with you looking like you want to eat me for breakfast.." Quinn said as she started backing up, ready to retreat back into the safety of the bathroom. Santana flashed a devilish smirk as she pushed herself up on her knees, reaching for the blonde and tugging her onto the bed before she had a chance to escape.
"Fine, how about for dinner?" questioned the brunette suggestively as she snuck in a quick kiss. Sometime during the summer things changed for the two girls. Incidentally it was right around the time Quinn got her figure back and stopped being so hormonal. It wasn't supposed to mean anything, just a short summer fling that was quickly coming to an end. Santana had dropped by for an "afternoon delight" but that quickly turned into an all day thing, thus the reason she was only in her bra and panties now.
"No, none of that until I figure out what I'm wearing to school tomorrow or we'll never get anything done.."
Santana rolled her eyes, releasing the blonde and flopping backwards on the bed. She didn't have any of those worries because she had a perfectly dry cleaned and pressed cheerios uniform waiting for her back home. "Who waits until the last day anyway?"
"Well, you said you had something perfect for me. Where'd you get it anyway?" Quinn's face lost some of it's playfulness as she noticed Santana's sheepish reaction. "Santana..."
"It was a discount..." She tried to sound offended but a hint of guilt was written all over her face.
"I don't remember there being a sale.." Quinn said skeptical.
"Ok, fine. It was a five finger discount." huffed the brunette.
"You stole it!" Quinn's hands quickly went to cover her face in disbelief.
"Quinn, it's not that —" Santana started.
"Quinn?" The brunette was cut off by the sound of Quinn's mother coming up the stairs.
"Shit, she's home early. Get in the closet."
"What?" Santana looked at the blonde as though she were crazed and she practically was as she yanked the Latina up by her wrists and physically shoved her in the closet just as her mom walked in.
"Quinn, what are you doing?" asked her mom.
"Oh, I was just trying clothes on, trying to find an outfit for school tomorrow..now that everything fits again." There was a slight sadden look that appeared on the younger blonde's face. Her mother crossed over to her, reaching a hand out to gently stroke her hair.
"You'll be fine." Bending slightly she placed a kiss on her daughter's head with a smile before she moved to leave. However, she paused taking another look around the room. "Is Santana here?"
"San...Santana? No..."
"I thought I just heard her voice?"
"Um...you did...on speaker phone. I wanted to talk to her while I was picking something out."
Her mother smiled again. "It's good that you two are reconnecting. Boys come and go but there's nothing like your girlfriends." Quinn tried to smother a smile at that. 'you have noooo idea' she thought to herself.
"Don't stay up too late. Goodnight sweetheart."
"Goodnight mom.." Quinn stayed bolted in her spot until her mother closed the door. She hurriedly crossed the room, opening the door to check and make sure that her mother was gone before she hurried back to the closet to let Santana out. "That was close.."
"Not that I don't love being thrown in the closet when your mom is around —" Santana started with a look of annoyance on her face, "No pun intended, but what the hell?"
"How was I supposed to explain a practically naked girl in my bed?"
"Why do you have to explain anything?"
"Gee, Santana maybe because my mom isn't like yours, she's actually around and wants to know what's going on with me." As soon as she said it she instantly wished that she could take it back. The look of hurt that washed over the brunette's face was brief and instantly replaced with a cold steely gaze. "San—"
"Whatever.." the Latina interjected as she reached under the blonde's bed, pulling out her clothes. She dressed quickly, ready to make a quick exit.
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Goodbye Quinn.." Santana reached for the door, jerking it open and if not for the dumb lie the blonde had concocted she would've slammed it closed on her way out. 'What the hell does she know about it anyway...?' she thought to herself. Quinn didn't have a clue. No one did.
"You think this is hard? Try scuba diving two hundred feet below sea level with no oxygen tank, that's hard!" Sue Sylvester bellowed at the Cheerios through her megaphone.
Quinn wasn't even a Cheerio anymore but she caught herself watching their before school practice on the field. She wanted back on that squad. She figured that if she kept up with their routines and proved to Coach Sue that she was back to being her old self that she could at least get back on the team, if not get her old spot back. Normally a cold smirk would've splayed across her face but instead her gaze sought out Santana amongst the sea of other cheerleaders. She'd taken Quinn's coveted spot as head Cheerio along with the position at the top of the pyramid. Quinn could still remember all of the pouting Santana had done the first time Quinn got top dog over her, she was practically unbearable.
The new school year didn't even technically start for another ten minutes and Coach Sue was already on her monstrous tirade. "Get out of here and tighten up that formation by afternoon practice! Santana, I want you to meet me in the gymnasium during lunch for Cheerio tryouts!"
Quinn watched as a familiar tall blonde made her way over to Santana, gently touching her shoulder as she bent down to whisper something in the Latina's ear. Brittany Pierce had always been one of her best friends. People even called the three of them the Unholy Trinity. Actually, now that she thought about it, maybe Santana made that up and just started spreading it around for it to catch on. It was no longer a secret amongst the Glee club as to what type of relationship Brittany and Santana had. She suddenly felt a little pang in her chest. 'This is ridiculous! I am not getting jealous over Brittany being with Santana. She's just another one of her friends with benefits..along with Puck. Another pang was felt at that last thought. Along with...me. Quinn's lips tightened in a thin line as she mulled over that last part. She was going to get her spot back and no feelings of guilt... or lust, or whatever the hell it was, was going to get in the way.
What the hell is wrong with me? thought Santana as she walked into Glee club. Brittany had been away all summer and when she came back, the first thing she wanted to do was enjoy a little "Tana Time" but the Latina just made up a lame excuse about meeting up with Puckerman. She was always ready for some sweet lady kisses and she definitely didn't have any plans to meet up with him either. So why did I lie? Just as she mentally asked herself that question her chocolate hues met the glaring gaze of Quinn Fabray. She steeled herself against it, still mad at her from last night. It didn't go unnoticed that Quinn was wearing the yellow dress Santana stole either. Attempting to ignore her, Santana took a seat between Brittany and Puck on the upper level of the choir room.
"Ok guys..." Started Mr. Shue as soon he walked through the door. Whatever he said was lost on deaf ears as Santana's thoughts raced.
"Mr. Shue, if I may interject " Came the annoying voice from Rachel Berry. "I know that everyone probably just assumed that Finn and I would be dating, what with everything that happened last year. But I assure you that we are looking out for the interest of Glee Club so we have abstained from jumping that hurdle yet."
"No one cares hobbit." Santana added aggressively. She was already agitated and Berry was just adding fuel to the fire.
Brittany leaned in close to Santana, almost as if she were going to whisper a secret but instead what she said came out for everyone to hear, "Rachel is wearing a hat like the underpants gnomes I was tracking during the summer." Santana tilted her head at the taller blonde, giving her a questioning look.
"Moving on..." Cut in Mr. Shue, "Since Matt moved away, we're a man down. We need to get new members, show them how fun and exciting Glee Club is."
"How? We're still losers." asked Mercedes.
"We need to create some buzz at this school. Get out there and find people that just can't keep the music inside." Santana quirked a brow at Mr. Shue's pep talk. Was he really that clueless? "At lunch time I want you guys to get out there and show everyone what you've got!"
"Where is she?" Quinn huffed, looking annoyed as the rest of Glee Club waited for Santana to show up for their lunch time show in the courtyard.
"At Cheerio tryouts." Brittany stated matter of factly.
"What? You knew that she wasn't coming?" asked Quinn even more frustrated now.
"Yea...She'd lose her spot if she missed it." Brittany said in Santana's defense.
"That's so like her...just...so...Santana." Quinn was seething.
"I thought...that you weren't...you know, hormonal anymore?" Finn said a little unsure.
Quinn whirled around, an angry glare plastered on her face. "I'm not!" Finn noticeably flinched at her reaction.
"Ok, we'll just perform without Santana. The show must go on!" Rachel chirped enthusiastically.
Quinn's gaze briefly landed on Rachel. "Not now, I need to talk to Santana." she said through clenched teeth. Everyone's eyes widen and Puck had a gleeful smirk on his face in anticipation of a girl fight.
"Next!" yelled Coach Sue from her seat in the gymnasium, ready for the next wannabe loser to attempt to try out for her beloved Cheerios. Brows furrowed when a heated Quinn Fabray stood in front of her. "What are you doing here?"
Quinn paused, some of her rage melting away. She looked directly at Santana instead of Coach Sue as she smoothly said, "I'm trying out for Cheerios."
Coach Sue eyed the two girls for a second, pondering the possibilities before she took off her glasses, tossing them on the table in front of her. "No way."
"I'm back Coach. I've kept up with all the routines... I'm probably better than I was before."
Coach Sue stood up, grabbing her megaphone. "No. Tryouts are done for today. Santana turn away all the girls. Yes, all one hundred and fifty of them. Tell them to come back tomorrow when I'm not about about to upchuck my protein shake." Santana nodded, waiting for Coach Sue to leave before she pushed out of her chair and walked around the table to stare down Quinn.
"You think you're getting your old spot back? It's too late, Coach Sue picked me!"
"She only picked you because she couldn't have me!" The slight look of surprise on Santana's face did not go unnoticed after Quinn said that.
"That's only because you had to be a whore, getting knocked up by your boyfriend's best friend!" Santana added angrily.
"Yea, and just like Coach Sue he wanted me over you too." She was poking the bear now so when the slap came against her right cheek, it wasn't completely unexpected but she was pissed off all the same. The blonde pushed the girl away from her, knocking her back against the table. Santana's eyes burned a hole through her just as she lunged at her. Quinn fell backwards onto the hard gymnasium floor with Santana landing on top of her with a thud. Her hands instinctively fisted in the Latina's dark locks, attempting to pull her off. Santana screeched as her neck craned backwards from the force of Quinn pulling her hair. She went for another slap but missed her by a hair.
"You think that you deserve everything Fabray but I've got news for you, you don't!"
"I don't have anything! Everything I had was taken from me! My dad!... Finn!... My figure!.. My popularity!.. My spot on the Cheerios! And..." She paused with the last thing on her list. Her grip in Santana's hair loosened but she didn't let go.
"...Beth.." Santana said softly. Quinn looked as though she'd just been slapped again but Santana's hands were braced against her shoulders, keeping her firmly down on the floor. "You didn't mention her once, not all summer." Quinn tensed, wondering how she was ever supposed to just get on with things like nothing ever happened. As if she'd never held her baby girl in her arms and cried. Without meaning to allow them to slip past her usually locked down defenses, tears sprang to the blonde's eyes.
Quinn's hands instinctively lifted, attempting to cover her face since the tears splashing her cheeks seemed unavoidable at the moment. "Santana let me up." she said with a quiver.
The Latina remained straddling the blonde, keeping her pinned to the floor. "It's not going away Quinn. Whatever the hell you feel about...the whole thing, it's not going to get buried under your typical micromanagement of everything. You have to face it."
"Santana please..." The vulnerability in Quinn's voice instantly made Santana lean back, no longer pinning the blonde underneath her but she remained straddling her. Quinn sat up, with Santana in her lap as she angrily dashed away her salty tears. "Is it weird that most of the time I can't stand you, but I don't know what I'd do if you weren't around?" Quinn questioned shyly. Santana wasn't really sure how to take that so she just tossed Quinn an inquisitive look instead. "Santana—" Quinn started before being cut off by the familiar ringtone coming from Santana's cell on the table. Brittany's ringtone.
Quinn noticeably stiffened and Santana was unsure of what brought on this new reaction. "You're late to meet Brittany..." Quinn said, mostly to herself in realization of how stupid she must look to Santana right now. The three of them all had study hall this period and it wasn't any kind of secret that the two Cheerios liked to sneak off for some alone time. Quinn's quick movement of nudging the Latina backwards caught Santana off guard as she fell on her ass. The blonde took the opportunity to scurry to her feet and she quickly reached out for Santana's phone, reading the one missed text message that appeared soon after her one missed call.
new plans
party at pucks
"Looks like your makeout session with Brittany has been canceled, replaced with a party at Puck's." Quinn said a little irritated.
Santana scrambled to her feet, snatching the phone away from the blonde. "What the hell is you problem?"
"Nothing," Quinn said as she started walking away but stopped and spun on her heels, walking back only mere inches from Santana's face now. "No, I take that back. My problem is I keep trusting you Lima Losers and every time you all let me down." Santana quirked a brow at the blonde but Quinn didn't even give her the chance to respond before she marched her way out of the gym.
So that's the end of the chapter to my first fic. Hope you liked it and look for things to pick up in the next chapter.