Santana and Quinn had never been friends per se. The first time they met had been back in kindergarten. They hadn't liked each other then, and neither of them really saw that changing anytime soon. It had all started with a fight over Santana's markers. They had been coloring pictures together when the blonde girl decided that she didn't want to use her crayons anymore. Even though Santana didn't want to share, she eventually obliged and all was fine… Until, Quinn decided to try to tell her that she was coloring Pocahontas' hair wrong.
"Santana, you can't color it blue," The little girl stated in a very matter of fact voice, her little eyebrows scrunching together.
Not appreciating her tone, Santana replied, "I can color it any color I want."
"It's supposed to be black."
"Well, mine is blue."
"Well, it's wrong." The blonde says defiantly, sticking a pouty lip out at her.
This bitch.
Even though Santana was sure she didn't know the word back then, it was a thought that had stuck with her throughout the rest of their grade school days together. After kindergarten, they hadn't reconnected with one another until they reached McKinley Middle School. From there on, the girls had traveled in similar circles since they both strived to popular and so because of these circumstances, they had more or less accepted one another's presence and became frenemies.
Everything seemed to come easy for the blonde, which just pissed Santana off all the more. The girl never had to go very far to get attention. Boys always wanted her, girls always wanted to be her. Teachers never gave her a hard time if she was late for class like they did Santana. Her family was well off, not rich exactly but they never had to worry about money. And to top it all off, she was the president of the celibacy club. Icing on the cake.
The slight crack in her armor had come last year when Puck had gotten her pregnant, which Santana had secretly (or not so secretly) been a little bit thrilled about. However, it was a fact people seemed to forget all too soon because when they returned from summer break, it was as if nothing had changed. Sue Sylvester had reinstated the blonde as head cheerleader and no one really looked at her any differently, including the guys.
There they were now, drooling over her like total turds. Santana glares at the sight of them surrounding her locker.
"Are Barbies flammable?"
Her friend Brittany stops shuffling through her locker as she answers seriously. "Only their hair."
"It isn't fair," She says as she shakes her head disdainfully. "She should at least be impeached from celibacy club. There should be a rule against baby mommas being prez."
"Who would take over though? Preggers Quinn is still more virginal than any of us… Except maybe Berry."
"Well, look at what she has to work with." They watch as Rachel and Finn walk down the hallway together. "He looks like a baby whale."
"You slept with him."
Santana shakes her head a bit sadly as if in disbelief. "It was a dark time in my life. Literally, he eclipses the sun."
Quinn makes her way over to them, leaving Sam behind with a sad puppy dog look on his face. "Practice after school today at four, ladies."
She's about to walk away when Santana speaks up, a bit annoyed. "Wait, what? That only gives us a fifteen-minute break after school. Usually we get a half hour."
The blonde raises an eyebrow at her, "If you have a problem with it, you can take it up with Coach Sylvester… Though after the whole boob job debacle, I'd think twice about it if I were you." Her eyes scan the Latina, waiting for her inevitable comeback.
"We'll be there," Brittany adds, trying to cool them both down.
Quinn nods before walking away, seeming a bit surprised by the fact that Santana bites her tongue. "Good."
The two girls stand by Britt's locker as they watch her go.
"You should really try to be nicer to her. Maybe that way you wouldn't always end up on the bottom of the pyramid," Brittany points out even though she knows that the brunette doesn't really hear her, she's too concentrated on burning holes into Quinn's back.
The warning bell rings as they begin making their way toward their first period classes.
"Trust me. The fact that all her limbs are still attached to her body is me being nice to her… Remind me again why we hang out with her… Quinn Fabray is a fucking vampire," Santana says with venom in her voice.
Her tone doesn't seem to bother Brittany as she's used to her friend's less than cheery disposition. "We hang out with her because she's popular and she can be fun sometimes. Also just for the record, I always thought that between the three of us you would make the better vampire, and I would be the magical mermaid that lives in an aquarium at Sea World whose diet consists only of Spam and jellyfish blood."
The brunette looks a bit mortified at her words. "…Yeah. You can be the mermaid." She pauses then asks curiously, "What does that make, Quinn?"
"Probably some kind of fairy."
Santana seems to ponder the thought and then nods agreeably. "She does bear a slight resemblance to Tinkerbell, and they're both attention whores so I guess it works out."
They reach their history class right before the final bell rings and work their way into their seats near the back of the classroom. The Latina sighs to herself as she watches Quinn seated in one of the desks nearer the front, talking animatedly to Finn. She chuckles to herself. Pulling out her phone, she texts Britt.
Blubber boy is so not over Q. It's pathetic.
The Latina expertly hides her phone behind her history textbook as the teacher tries to get everyone to turn to a certain page number but Santana can't be bothered with listening. Her phone buzzes as she looks at Britt's response.
Who iz this?
Santana can't help herself as she exclaims out loud, "Seriously?" Her classmates turn around to look at her as she tries to bullshit her way through this one by adding, "Seriously, history is… yeah."
The teacher at the front of the room just shakes his head sadly but knows better than to get into it with the girl so he pushes his glasses up his nose and continues with the lecture. Angrily, Santana texts out her next message.
IT'S SANTANA!
A look of realization passes over Brittany as she reads the message and speaks out loud as well, "Ohhhh." Their classmates ignore them this time around as they've become used to the girls' shenanigans.
Sry, I still haven't figured out how 2 add contacts. Every time I make progress, Lord T deletes them while I'm sleeping.
Exasperated, Santana plops her head on the desk in front of her and doesn't bother moving it for the rest of the period.
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After school, Santana and Brittany head out to the football field to start on their stretches before cheer practice begins. They both sprawl out on the grass, working on their leg stretches as they watch the football team doing warm-ups.
"New kid has a pretty nice bod," Santana says referring to Sam. "I wonder if he's allergic to Q though, his lips look pretty swollen."
Upon hearing her name, Quinn looks over at Britt and Santana from where she's seated a few feet away. "Not funny."
Seeing an opportunity for some juicy gossip, the Latina decides to prod a little bit further. "I saw him by your locker this morning. You can tell he wants the V. So, when you gonna give it up?"
The girl looks at her a bit taken aback. "Um, how about never? We all know how well it went for me the first time."
"You should probably drink less milk. It helps fertilize your eggs or something," Brittany adds.
Santana chuckles. "Seriously, you must be doing something wrong cause I've slept with Puckerman loads of times and you don't see me with a bun in my oven."
"It's the milk," Brittany says quietly, though both girls ignore her.
"Well, if you don't want him, I'm sure someone else will," The Latina adds with a smirk.
The blonde looks at her sensing the challenge. "I never said I didn't want him… You don't have to have sex to be with somebody."
"Said no high schooler ever."
"Crude." Quinn shoots her a disapproving look.
"Prude." Santana shoots her one back.
"Shampoo…" As if finally realizing her presence, Santana and Quinn turn to look at Brittany, both a bit perplexed. "Oh, we weren't rhyming? The sexy Dr. Seuss vibe threw me off…"
Quinn sighs in exasperation and gets up off the field to run a couple laps. In the wake of her absence, Santana turns to Brittany, a devious look in her eye.
"Plan of action: one of us is going to get into Sam's pants before Quinn does… For science of course… We have to complete our diary," She says, somewhat excited by the thought of the chase. She calms down a little bit when she remembers the target. "It might have to be you though because with those lips, he might literally be capable of sucking a girl's face off… And you don't discriminate."
"What's that mean?" Brittany asks not knowing whether or not to be offended.
"You're dating meals on wheels," The brunette says as if it's a logical argument.
"Exactly, I'm dating. So it has to be you," The blonde says pointedly.
She wrinkles up her a face a little bit and looks at him as she sizes him up. "Okay, I'll take one for the team… Replacing Finn as quarterback does give him a certain hotness factor… Imma get on those Jagger lips," The brunette says doing a little dance that causes Brittany to giggle.
The blonde stops immediately though when she sees the woman standing behind the Latina. Santana looks up to meet the eyes of a disgruntled Sue Sylvester.
"If you ever shake your buttocks like that again while you're on my field, you are off this team and onto the nearest stripper pole. The professional in me fully embraces the concept that sex sells but there is a time and a place to shake your hoo-hah, and unless you are flying three feet in the air, flashing judges in order for us to win that national championship, that time is never."
She steps away from them, turning on her megaphone. "Time to sweat, ladies!" When one of the guys looks like he's about to speak up in protest, she quickly cuts him off. "Did I hurt your feelings, fancy pants? Your vagina's showing."
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Once practice is over, Santana decides to wait for Sam by the bleachers. She watches his face break out into a small smile when he sees her, noting that perhaps he was more attractive than she gave him credit for. The boy looks somewhat surprised as she approaches him, which only adds to her confidence.
"Hey, how you doin?" He says in a weird voice. When she looks at him blankly he finishes, "You know, Friends… The TV show? Joey?"
Suddenly, she begins to question her resolve. "You're killing me here, Fish Lips."
He shrugs off her comment and looks at her curiously. "So… What can I help you with?"
Settling back into her groove, she says coolly, "What can I help you with?"
"I'm not sure if I get your meaning…" The blonde boy looks genuinely confused.
She sighs; teenage boys are so hopeless sometimes. "Look, I know you have a thing going with Q but she'll only go so far and I know that teenage guys have needs. I have the same needs so maybe we could help each other out?"
He seems to look around a bit nervously, not really knowing what to do in this situation. "I really like Quinn…"
"Whoa, slow your roll. I'm not looking for anything. It'd just be sex," She states simply.
"I'm not really sure if I'm into that. I kind of want it to mean something…"
"It's not like you have to make up your mind right away... Are you going to Berry's party tonight?"
Sam nods. "Yeah…" After a slight hesitation he adds in a serious tone, "With Quinn."
She raises an eyebrow at him and pats his shoulder as she walks away, "See you there."
Quinn makes her way toward Sam, her duffle bag slung over her shoulder. She sees Santana walking away as she nears him. Seeing the cute blonde boy brings a smile to the blonde's face as she wraps her arms around his neck.
"Hey, what was that all about?" She gestures slightly toward the Latina.
He looks a bit anxious when he finally answers, "I think she was coming on to me."
The girl raises an eyebrow and chuckles softly. "Well, that's Santana for you."
Sam seems a bit confused by her reaction. "It doesn't bother you?"
Quinn grinds her teeth before responding. "Oh no, it does bother me, and that's why she does it. Santana Lopez has always been a grade A bitch. It goes all the way back to kindergarten." She removes her arms from around his neck, getting flustered at the memory. "She wouldn't let me use her markers even though she was always stealing my crayons. I had to keep getting new ones because she kept breaking the tips off them and, don't ask me why, but I can't use crayons that don't have their proper tips. Anyway, I was giving her some constructive criticism about her coloring and she took it the wrong way… Pocahontas having blue hair is just wrong on so many levels…"
The blonde boy wraps his arms around the girl in an attempt to calm her down. Once he feels her heartbeat return to a normal rate, he plants a tiny kiss on top of her head.
"You're right. Blue hair is overrated… Unless it's on Katy Perry," He says teasingly.
When he looks down, he sees her grinning at him as she gives him a light punch to the stomach. "Ass."
He puts an arm around her shoulder as they make their way to her car. "Are we really going to Rachel's party tonight?"
Quinn chuckles. "Yes. Rachel and I are finally on okay terms with each other and we should make an appearance. It'll only be the Glee kids though so you know nothing too crazy is going to happen."
She unlocks her car and goes to throw her duffle bag in the back before getting in the driver's seat. By the time she gets in, Sam is already buckled up and ready to go.
"Well, hey, you never know," He says with a grin. "Especially if there's alcohol."
"Speaking of which, we are totally finding a DD. If I'm going to survive this thing, I'm going to need to have a few drinks in me."
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By the time Sam and Quinn arrive at the party, a few of the glee kids are already wasted. Rachel happens to be one of them as she throws her arms around Quinn and slurs drunkenly, "You maaade it."
"Yes, we did," The blonde says in an even voice. "Are you okay?"
"Yeeessss. Drink!" She hands her a wine cooler.
Without hesitation, Quinn takes a big gulp of it. "This is actually pretty good."
"I know, riiight? I always thought people were lying when they said alcohol tasted good. Wine coolers are the exception," She says with a dopey grin. "Drunk karaoke anyone?"
Mercedes and Tina cheer as Kurt and Blaine get up to sing a Madonna song together. Rachel finds her way back over to Finn as she lays her head on his shoulder for a while.
"Well, this is interesting," Sam says observantly.
Quinn chuckles. "Just drink." She gives him the rest of her wine cooler as she goes to get another one.
Santana watches as the two of them interact, a little sting of jealousy coursing through her. It didn't have so much to do with Sam as it did with the way he looked at her so hopelessly. No one had ever looked at her like that. Not that she wanted them to… She didn't. And anyway, that was beside the point.
Puck's sloppy kisses against her neck start to annoy her as she pushes him off. When she sees Quinn leave Sam for a moment, she makes her way over to him.
"Hey," She says.
He gives her a slight nod, "Hey. Are you feeling it yet?"
"A little bit. Not as much as him." She gestures toward Puck sitting on the couch, looking like he's about to pass out.
Sam laughs lightly at the sight of him. "I would've pegged him as one that's able to hold his liquor."
"Oh, he does. He's had like twelve."
"That explains it," He says with a grin.
Quinn makes her way over to them carrying a few drinks. "Santana," She mumbles with an edge in her voice. "So, I got us these," She says holding up the bottles to Sam. "They made me take a few shots of something too, I'm not sure what it was."
The Latina throws back her head and lets out a loud laugh causing Quinn to momentarily forget her anger. She waits for Santana to calm down before she finally explains, "Q, You're going to be on the floor in no time."
The blonde raises an eyebrow, a hint of worry apparent in her features. "What is it?"
Santana shrugs. "No one knows. Rachel mixed together a lot of her dads' stuff but it did do that to Puck." She points over to the comatose boy on the couch.
Her eyes widen in fear. "Oh my god, I'm going to die."
"I'm sure you'll be fine," The brunette says with a chuckle, almost having forgotten that the girl wasn't without her charms. A hint of sincerity in her voice as she adds, "Sam will take care of you."
The slightly panicked look in her eyes causes the boy to take her in his arms. "You'll be okay, babe."
Wrinkling her features up, the Latina adds, "You guys are making me want to vomit."
The other glee kids do a few more rounds of karaoke after Kurt and Blaine finish belting their song. The alcohol seems to make them all worse singers by far but the dance moves that accompany the off key singing more than makes up for it. When it's Rachel's turn, she hops up to the mic, but instead of singing another song, decides to make an announcement.
"Alright everrrryone! How about a game of spin the bottle/seven minutes in heaven?" She says as she fist pumps the air for the group of kids seated on her basement floor.
They all drunkenly scream in approval except for Santana who seems less than thrilled. "This is like fucking middle school all over again."
Nevertheless, the majority wins.
All of them gather in a circle, except for Tina and Mike who have wandered else where-no doubt to play the game on their own. Blaine spins the bottle first and ends up landing on Rachel much to Kurt's disappointment. The two of them disappear into the closet for a while.
"Who's supposed to be keeping time?" Kurt speaks up, a bit worriedly.
"They're both drunk enough, I'm sure we could interrupt whenever," Santana says reasonably.
The other kids sit in silence, trying to hear whether or not the two are really getting their mack on or if they're just lamely sitting in the closet. Kurt seems to have had enough of it thirty seconds later.
"Feels like seven minutes to me!" He exclaims as he knocks on the door and shouts, "Time's up!"
When Blaine and Rachel finally emerge from the closet, their hair looks a little bit disheveled but it doesn't seem to have progressed much further than that. Now that they're back in the room with everyone else, Kurt seems to breathe a bit more easily. Before the next spin, Artie and Brittany excuse themselves from the game, saying that they need some fresh air. Santana rolls her eyes as she watches them leave.
"I'll go next," The Latina volunteers, welcoming any sort of distraction.
She spins the bottle and watches as it makes its way around the circle a couple of times before finally landing on the blonde… girl.
Crap.
Before she knows it, both of them are being coerced into the closet. She isn't sure one of them will leave alive and so she tries to protest and demand a re-spin. Quinn doesn't seem as bothered by the whole thing as she's pretty much realized she's too drunk to put up much of a fight; the warmth of the alcohol pulsing through her body. Once they're inside, the blonde sits down on the floor as Santana stands there, arms folded. Sighing defeatedly, the girl finally takes a seat on the carpet as well.
"Ironic. I thought I would be more upset about this than you are," The blonde says lightly.
"Don't worry. You can stay on your side of the closet and I'll stay on mine."
"Wow, I never thought you'd be the one to say that… Afraid I might try something?" Quinn says as she chuckles. "Trust me, you are the last person I want to be in here with… Sam told me what you did."
Santana tries to shrug it off. "He said no."
"Not the point," She sighs.
A few more moments pass before a funny thought seems to occur to the blonde as she bursts out into laughter. Santana looks over at her a bit worriedly.
"Are you getting ready to kill me or something? Cause I should warn you—"
"No…" They sit there in silence for a little while longer, the minutes feeling like hours. "What's the real reason you hate me, San?" Her eyes meet the brunette's, trying to search her for an answer. The alcohol making her a little bit braver and slower all at once.
The Latina hears the sincerity behind the words and sighs. "Let's just kiss and get it over with."
"I thought you wanted to stay on your side of the closet?" Quinn says a bit confused.
"I'm bored," The brunette says dismissively, clearly tiring of their conversation.
"Well, it can't be worse than talking to you," The blonde huffs.
Santana closes the distance between them and places a chaste kiss on her lips. Their skin grazes for only a moment but it's a sensation that sends a confusing shock through both of their systems. The brunette watches as the blonde keeps her eyes closed while she slowly inhales. When she opens her eyes, she seems just as confused as the Latina.
Quinn starts to say something. "We could—"
As if in understanding, Santana presses her lips against hers for another chaste kiss, this one longer than the first. When they pull away this time, they both see a certain hunger in the other's eyes.
The blonde starts again. "Well, it's not like we have anything to talk about anyway."
"Nope," Santana agrees.
This time it's Quinn who initiates the kiss as she slides one of her hands along the side of Santana's neck. Her tongue moves a bit more slowly than usual, as her thoughts seem cloudy and distorted. She licks along the bottom of Santana's lip but before the girl has a chance to move her tongue any further, a harsh knock interrupts them.
"It's time!" Sam shouts worriedly.
The blonde quickly removes her hand from the girl's neck and shakes her head as if trying to pull herself together. Santana wipes her lips with her sleeve and straightens out her hair. Quinn looks at her a bit incredulously as she tries to stand but falters slightly.
"You act like I have cooties," She says, a slight hint of annoyance creeping into her voice.
"It hasn't been proven that you don't," The Latina says evenly.
Quinn makes a frustrated noise as she looks like she might be rethinking about killing her but at the last moment she steadies herself and pushes through the closet door, falling into Sam's arms.
"Oh, thank god!" The boy exclaims, sighing with relief. "I wasn't sure you'd make it out alive."
"Oh, please. I could totally take her," The blonde says with a smirk.
"Ya wish," Santana says as she breezes past them.
She spots Brittany and Artie in the corner of the room and makes her way over to them.
"I can't believe you keep abandoning me," The Latina says to Brittany bitterly. "Move it, wheels."
Artie seems to get the not so subtle hint as he excuses himself and rejoins the circle next to Mercedes.
"Sorry, I wanted to make out with Artie for a little while."
"Yeah… But then earlier in the night, you were busy dancing for him, you know? When I'm with a guy, I always make time for you." The brunette sighs discontentedly as the blonde gives her arm a soft squeeze.
"So, what did I miss?"
Santana looks across the room and sees Quinn wrapped around Sam. She watches as she pulls him down into a kiss and the Latina feels another pang of jealousy, one much different than the one before. One she doesn't want to overanalyze so she quickly turns her attention back to her friend.
"I have another name for our diary."
"Oh my gosh! You actually did the dirty with Sam?" Brittany's eyes widen incredulously.
"No, with Q. It was just a kiss though."
Brittany's blue eyes sparkle curiously. "I have always wondered what it would be like to kiss her… She's just so pretty. Like one of those rare butterflies you see at the butterfly house but you're too afraid to touch because you think you might kill it. Then a guy comes along and tells you that you can touch it without killing it so you do, but then it dies and you get banned from the butterfly house for life."
The brunette wrinkles up her face in confusion. "…How does that relate to, Q?"
"I thought we were talking about butterflies?"
"You are the same person whether you're drunk or sober," She says with a light laugh.
"So, what would you rate Q?"
"Oh, nothing to write home about," Santana says casually, not meeting her friend's gaze.
Quinn looks over at Brittany and Santana as she sits in the circle next to her boyfriend. The alcohol has started making her feel sleepy but she's afraid to close her eyes because of what she might see. She blinks and slaps the side of her face lightly until she feels awake again. Trying to keep her mind in the right place, she gives Sam another small kiss. Pulling away, she scrunches her features up, dissatisfied by the lingering taste of a certain girl's chapstick.