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As much as I know shouldn't because it makes me a target, it's for that same reason I do. Maybe it's because I've fallen for her charm or because I'm a masochist but each time I see her I know the real reason.
She makes her way down the hall with her two best friends on her left and her right. The normal students part like the red sea, the invisible ones blend into the crowd and the nerds, losers and rejects make an escape when they see the cup filled with the icy cold liquid in her hand.
The moment she rounded the corner I couldn't take my eyes off of her even with knowing the fact that I'm in danger. The question that my friends always ask comes to mind. Is it worth it? Yes.
In the space of time between the corner and the other end of the hall I see it all. As much as I love looking at her body and her angelic features, it's when I look into her eyes I see the reason. Behind those hazel eyes I've found that under all that bitch there's a real person.
Those eyes have held anger, hurt, sadness and they've shown me that she treats this as her job and she does it whether or not she wants to. The students who aren't in the categories before are the reason for that, the jocks and cheerleaders who are just waiting for a moment to take her spot as ruler. Like animals waiting for the king of the jungle to slip up so they can take its place, so the king asserts dominance. In high school case the king is the head cheerleader, who either issues slushies or slushies you herself so that everyone knows their place and who is the boss.
Her eyes meet mine and I automatically know I'm the target. She makes her way towards me. I can tell there's something bothering her because her are eyes stormy like the rough seas yet somewhat distant but she doesn't let it physically show. Our eyes stay locked until ice cold hits me in the face and corn syrup stings my eyes. I unconsciously lick my lips when I smell that it's grape flavoured, I wipe it from my eyes and open them only to see the sight of apologetic eyes for a split second before she turns.
The masochist in me comes back into play when I fight to keep my eyes open to watch her walk down the hall. When she's gone I make my way to the nearest bathroom to clean up.
I'm washing my hair when I hear the door open and footsteps. They stop next close to me and the person speaks. "Can I help?"
My heart stops for a second and I have to look up at the person to make sure I'm not imagining it. Yep, Quinn Fabray is in the bathroom with me.
"You don't have to say yes or anything because I'm me... most people wouldn't tell me no... you know because I'm the..." She trails off. "I'm just going to stop talking now."
"You're free to help." I say.
She doesn't hesitate to take over and I'm happy to give my hands a break.
"I'm sorry." She says "You know, about all of this I mean."
"It's okay. I appreciate the apology and I forgive you."
Her hands stop moving and I can tell she's shocked, I would have been too. If it was anyone else they would have to work for my forgiveness but I know I can't stay mad at her no matter what she does to me. Masochist~.
"You shouldn't forgive people that easily, Rachel." She says as she starts washing again.
"I don't but I make exceptions sometimes." I say not wanting to freak her out by saying it's only for her, that's she's the only exception.
"This shouldn't be an exception, everyone knows I'm a grade A bitch. You should resent me."
"You shouldn't say that. I know underneath what you show people at school there's a real person."
"And how would you know that? What if that is the real me?" I assume she's finished washing my hair when she stops and steps back.
"Why do you think I watch you? I can see it each time. Plus you wouldn't be here if it was."
"This could be some elaborately sick plot to get you to let your guard down. There could be five people outside just waiting to slushy you, again."
I look her straight in the eye and see that the hazel pools are once again swirling.
"Stop fighting it and give yourself some credit Quinn. You're not actually a bad person, you're just human."
She doesn't say anything and just watches me, so I continue.
"Everyone makes mistakes and people have regrets in life, it only really matters if you're actually sorry about them and want to make them right."
I reach out to touch her and there is a slight fear that she might just run off and disappear. Heart to hearts bring vulnerability along with them, and Quinn Fabray doesn't do vulnerability so escaping is high on the list of things she could possibly do in this moment. Along with lasing out at me or as Santana would put it 'riping me a new one'.
My hand touches hers and I feel her body tense. Our gazes never leave as rub gentle, soothing circles and she begins to relax.
She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out so she closes it. She tries again "Thank you." It comes out as such a whisper that I might have missed it if we weren't so close.
"There's no need to thank me Quinn." I say.
She shakes her head and smiles. "Yes, there is. You have no idea how much it means to me."
She pulls me in for a hug but as much as I would love it I stop her.
"Slushie." I say as I guesture to my still wet shirt.
"Oh, ah, sorry." She says again as she looks down sheepishly.
"It's okay." I reply.
"I'll be back." She says before quickly disappearing through the door. Returning moments later with a shirt and her cheerios jacket.
"Here, you can put these on."
"You didn't have to do that." I say as I take the shirt from her and changing out of mine.
"It's the least I can do for you as your friend and the person who caused it."
"Thank you." I say while fixing the shirt.
"The jacket too." She says
"The shirt is good by itself." I reply.
She starts to put the jacket on me herself. "This way no one else will slushie you." She says then steps back with a smile. "You're off limits now, anyone who see's the jacket will know that."
"Thank you." I say again.
"Like I said before Rachel, it's the least I can do, we're friends now."
The bell rings and I look into her shining eyes.
"I guess I'll see you later." She says
"Yeah." Is all I can say as she practically bounces through the door.
I stay in the bathroom recapping everything that just happened to me. My mind fixates itself on how Quinn said we're friends. A smile spreads across my face as I tug her jacket tighter around me and letting out a sigh of content.
My life just got so much better I think to myself as I walk out of the bathroom.
Santana POV
I'm already seated when Quinn bounces, fucking bounces, into the room with a smile on her face. Luckily not many people are here but those who are, are looking at her like she's lost her mind.
She makes her way to the seat next to me. I glare at those still watching causing them to quickly turn around and I smirk.
I look over at Quinn and she's practically bursting at the seams.
"I take it things went well." I say.
I didn't think it was possible but her smile grows wider and she nods. "She accepted my apology and forgave me." She says.
"Like right there on the spot?" I ask in disblief and she nods in reponse. "If it were me you'd be groveling into next week."
"I felt the same way about it, but I guess that what makes her special." She says shyly.
A moment passes and I can see her smile itching to spread more.
"Woah, Q, you might break your face." I say with a smile.
"We're friends now, Rachel and I." She says out of no where.
"By the look on your face I was begining to think you got laid" I say with a chuckle.
"Santana!"
"What? It was just an observation."
"Well, no I didn't get laid."
"Were you anywhere close to it?"
"Santana! No."
"I bet you wish you were." I say with a smirk. She just glares at me so I hold my hands up in defence. "So when are you going to tell her?"
"We just became friends you expect me to just come out and tell her."
"Um, yes."
"So you expect me to just go up to her 'Hey Rachel, I know I've bullied you for God knows how long but the truth is I really like you-"
"And would like to get into your pants." I add which she inturns hit me over the head for. "Ow, I was just kidding Q."
"I'm being serious here Santana."
"Okay, sorry."
"I plan on doing this step by step. I'm her friend now and I'm happy to take what I can get."
"I'm sure you can get so much more." I say with a smirk.
"What?"
"Nothing, just talking to myself." I reply.
I know the saying is 'love is blind' but I don't think it affects the ability to see how the other person feels about you.
Rachel POV
"You didn't invite me." Noah says as he apears next to me with a sad face.
"Invite you to what?" I ask genually confused.
The look drops from his face "Oh nevermind then."
"Invite you to what?" I ask again with a raised eyebrow
"From the look on you face I just assumed you got some action." He says wiggling his eyebrow
I try to formulate words but the only thing coming out of my mouth is unintellegent sounds. "Why would I even invite you?!"
"So you did get some?" he asks with a smirk.
"No I did not Noah. I just can't seem to fathom why you would even think I would invite you to sleep with someone, especially someone I'm sleeping with. Find your own chick."
"I thought your parents thaught you sharing is caring. So look at it as someone giving you a bag of candy, you'd give me some."
"That's completly different."
"Seems the same to me."
"No it- wait. Why am I even entertaining this?"
"At least tell me what the face is about."
"Can't I just be in a good mood." I say while straightening the jacket unconsciously.
A smile breaks out on his face and he just stares at me.
"What?" I ask self consiously
"That's hers isn't it?" He asks as his smile turns to a smirk.
"I don't know what your talking about Noah."
"Oh course you don't." He says sarcasticly. "I assume that you've joined the cheerios then." A smirk comes back onto his face. "I know I would, a looker room full of hot half naked babes can do wonders. Getting all hot and sweaty together from holding, lifting and rubbing up on each other then stripping-"
I stop him by placing my hand over his mouth. "No need to make it sound any dirtier, Noah. Yes it's hers."
"I didn't make it 'sound dirty'" he says in a mocking voice. "Your mind's just in the gutter, Rache."
"Whatever you say."
"So the head cheerio has now claimed you, how do you feel?"
"We're just friends, you're reading too much into the situation."
He shrugs "But for how long?"
"We'll just have to wait and see." I say with a smile.
Puck heads off to class, or so he says. I know his class is in the opposite direction to the one he headed off in and doesn't start for another 10 minutes. I decided to join Kurt at his locker so we can walk to class together.
"Hey Kurt." I say
He turns around "Hey Rachel-, oh, my, God." He says then rubs his eyes. "It's really there isn't it?"
I bite my bottom lip and nod slowly.
"Oh my God!" He says excitedly and pulls me into a hug.
"Kurt as much as I appriciate your enthusiasm we have less than 10 minutes to get to class, and you know how much I value being early or at least on time."
"Yes, I'm sure the whole world knows. I couldn't help it I'm so happy for you."
"Why are you happy it's just a jacket."
He gasps "How do you not know the importance and significance of the varsity jackets? I'll just have to explain it to you."
"Kurt, class."
"Okay, but you have to tell me the details on the way." He says with a stern voice.
"Fine." I say but it comes out more as a defeated sigh than anything.
We turn around and head down the hall to our next class when Azimo walks towards us armed with a slushie.
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