Hello! To new readers, welcome! To any old ones, this is a replaced, longer chapter.
Santana marched down the hallway, an air of brilliance following her, she narrowly dodged a slushy thrown by Karofsky, not at her, but at "Stoner Brett" as he was called. She walked up to her locker, put in the password and swung it open. She shoved her books at the back of her locker, pulled out some lip gloss and slammed it shut again. She covered her mouth with her hand and ran to the bathroom, full-Linda Blair. "Ugh…I hate Puck…and Tequila." She flushed the toilet and stumbled out, to find Quinn tightening her pony before cheerios. Quinn looked up, smiled and pulled a makeup wipe from her bag. "So, Sanny, how wasted did you get at Puckerman's party?" Santana looked down and the blonde chuckled. She lifted Santana's chin up to make their eyes and the Latina mumbled "I think me and Berry made out." Quinn laughed, before leaning over and whispering in Santana's ear. "Hot." She pulled away, smirking. "Ready for cheerios?"
Quinn strutted into the gym, licking her lips. Quinn loved cheerios, mainly because it was girls in short skirts doing flips and twists into compromising positions, what kind of lesbian didn't love that? Quinn was making sure she didn't get caught with her leering, Coach had her on probation for making out with another cheerio in the locker room. She was out, no-one cared. Big fucking whoop. Sure, her Dad hit her a few times then left, and her mother was an alcoholic but, meh. She tossed Santana a granola bar and a gatorade, looked over at her one more time and ran over to lead the group.
Santana sipped her gatorade and watched Quinn lead the rest of the group. Quinn stood in front of the other girls, tugging off her LGBT support band and removing her necklace. "Afternoon ladies, today we're going to be going over the double cartwheel into a back walkover, on the trampolines," She walked over to the two struggling freshmen pulling the trampoline out, gave it a tug and watched it roll into position. "Any questions?" A freshman raised her hand. "Do we have to finish it before we leave?" Quinn grimaced and nodded, whilst Santana spluttered into her Gatorade. Quinn turned very slowly, smirking. "Santana, why are you laughing?" Santana gulped "Ugh…No reason." Quinn smiled "Would you like to show our young ladies how to do the flip?" Santana sighed and leapt onto the trampoline, performed the trick perfectly, before jumping down and running to the nearest bathroom. A sophomore named Lily raised her hand "Is she Ok?" Quinn nodded "Senior style hangover, come on everyone, go go go!" Quinn flipped her hair and stood by the cheerios, waiting for the Latina to come back into the gym. Brittany jumped down from the trampoline, smiling. "Quinn, I'm done!" The shorter blonde grinned and high fived her taller friend. "Great, so before you and Berry go and fuck each other senseless in the choir room." Brittany gasped and Quinn rolled her eyes. "Oh, for christ's sake, you come in with matching hickey's," She furrowed her brow "Who knew Berry was a lady lover…hmm?" Brittany grinned.
Quinn smiled as Santana entered the room, looking as grey as death. Santana stumbled over and leant on Quinn's shoulder. "Q, you have that magic tea shit for hangovers at your house, right?" Quinn nodded and stroked Santana's hair. "Would you like to stay over tonight so your parents don't know you got wasted?" Santana nodded. "I'm gonna go drink my gatorade, Britt, I made out with Berry last night, sorry." Brittany nodded and skipped off. Quinn hoisted Santana onto her hip and laid her down on the bleacher, wrapping her letterman jacket round the Latina.
After three and a half hours of girls crying and four throwing up, everyone managed to complete the move and Quinn nods in satisfaction, getting up and calling over to the group of girls. "That was..satisfactory." She motioned toward the door, dismissing them. She walked back over to Santana, who was now asleep on the bench, holding her stomach. Quinn couldn't help but smile at her, the way her lips were slightly pursed, the way her brow was furrowed. Quinn bent down and whispered softly in Santana's ear. "Sanny." Santana grumbled and rolled over, opening her eyes when she felt the blonde wrap her hands around Santana's waist, hoisting her into the air. Santana wrapped her legs round Quinn's waist and rested her head on the blonde's shoulder. Quinn staggered into the now empty locker rooms, setting her down on a bench and locking the gym up, per Coach Sue's orders. She opened her locker, throwing a glance Santana's way. "Do you need anything?" Santana just shook her head in reply. Quinn pulled a pair of sweatpants and a sweater out of her locker, along with a bottle of water and a flask of coffee.
Santana stands up grasping quickly at the wall rail "Can we go now?" Quinn smiled a little and nodded.
Quinn nodded "How did you get here?" Santana replied with a small, one word answer. "Walked." Quinn grasped Santana's hand, leading her out to her small red car, opening the door for her. Santana practically collapsed into the seat, her head lolling backward against the seat.
Quinn couldn't help but chuckle as she walked round to her door, unscrewing her flask and taking a swig from it. She settled herself into the seat and leaned over to the radio, playing her favourite song "The only exception" By Paramore. She turned the volume down low, letting the soft strum of the guitar relax her. She pushed the key into the ignition, checking that Santana had her seat belt on. Quinn drove out of the school and up to some traffic lights. She waited, tapping to her radio on the wheel.
The light went green and she drove forward, as a car drove straight through a red light and sped in from of her, narrowly missing the front of her car. She pressed the horn hard, "Watch where you're going, you fucking asshole!" Santana's eyes widen at Quinn's language. Quinn sighed, her face becoming calm once more.
Quinn pulled into the driveway, opening her door and walking round, opening Santana's door. Santana steps out, rubbing her head. Quinn reaches past her and grabs her flask and water. Quinn walks through the door, the smell of alcohol permeating her nose. Santana puts her hand on Quinn's arm, guiding her up the stairs.
Two hours later and Santana was walking out the door, less pale and feeling better. She threw her arms around Quinn's neck, hugged her tightly, then walked out of the door. Quinn closed the door silently, walking into the kitchen. She began washing up the mugs that had previously geld the girls' mugs. She sluiced the cups out, the murky water draining into the plughole. She felt an arm curve round her shoulder, turning her round slowly.
"Quinnie, you know I don't like that girl, she's a bad influence on you." Quinn's mother, Judy, slurred. She was clearly drunk, and probably wouldn't remember what she had said in ten minutes or so. Quinn forced a smile and nodded "Sorry Mom, I'll try better at keeping her away next time." She gently pushed Judy out of the way, dashing up the stairs and locking her door, sinking onto her bed. She rubbed her eyes sighing in frustration. God, she couldn't wait to leave this dammed house.
After a shower, Quinn pulled on a tank top and began her moisturising routine. As she was tying up her hair for the night, she got a text. She opened the phone, taping in the passcode. A simple line from Santana. Thanks for tonight xx. She smiled, sliding under her bad covers and rolling over, falling into a relaxed slumber..