So this is my first shot at a glee fic! well,besides the rebecca black one. if you havent read that...do it now :P haha so please, tell me if i should continue this. its supposed to be santana/quinn friendship.
disclaimer:own nothing at all.
I apologize for shortness of chapters :P thats the kind of person i am...lazy.
Santana couldn't recall the first time she had ever made herself throw up. It had been going on for so long, the need, the hunger, the rejection. And that's why Santana found herself in the stall of McKinley high's bathroom, forcing out her lunch. She felt all the contents of what little salad she ate spill into the toilet, making her wince. But it was something that made her feel better, and since she did feel more-whole-she might as well keep on going. So, the bitch of McKinley high has got her own dirty little secrets too.
"Santana?" it was Quinn, lightly kicking open the door to the big stall Santana was residing in. She had on one of those cute doll outfits again, with small black Mary-Jane's, and Santana thought it made her look innocent and kind. How could you resist an adorable, blond, Shirley Temple of sorts? Santana stood up from her crouching position, backing away from the toilet, her hands on her hips, her face suddenly hardening in defiance. Well Shirley Temple wasn't so adorable from the time she turned fourteen.
"What do you want!" she growled. Quinn recoiled at the harshness of Santana's tone. Sure, she had seen many parts of Santana, she had practically grown up with her, playing hide and seek, Princesses, and there was even one twisted game they played that involved Brittany's cat as their groom at Santana's wedding. Quinn, at one point in her life, felt she knew Santana Lopez. She wasn't too sure about that- or anything, anymore.
"San?" she said quietly," Don't worry. It's alright."
All the sudden, the fight whooshed out of her, like a balloon punctured by a pin. Santana slid to the bathroom floor, not minding how filthy it was. Not caring.
Quinn's soft, touching words, had put down her solid defenses, leaving her without barriers. She didn't even feel like getting bitchy with Quinn. She needed somebody to lean on, she couldn't go pushing away the people around her. Like Brittany. There was still a heavy-as-lead feeling in her heart after she had chosen Artie over her. It had, truly and truthfully, shattered her heart. Never had she felt so alone. She had always had her best friend to rely on.
Quinn sat down next to her, putting her arms around her shoulders. Santana leaned against her, quietly crying, while Quinn just told her over and over "it's alright, it's alright." She got up and snapped at anyone who tried to get in through the unlocked stall, then returned to Santana and tried again and again to make Santana feel good about herself. Quinn knew how it felt to be alone in the world. She knew Santana was fragile and heartbroken. She had to stay with her. The bell trilled, signaling the end of lunch period.
"You're smart. You're clever. You're gorgeous. And you shouldn't be doing this." Quinn said before leaving the bathroom.
"Mr. Schue?" called Santana. She had left her Trigonometry class early too arrive at Glee club early, the last period of the day. She wanted to talk to Mr. Schuester about her problems. He always welcomed his students, anytime of day or night.
Instead of Mr. Schue, she saw Quinn, her long slender; fingers making an eerily familiar melody unfold in front of Santana's eyes. She recognized Heart and Soul, a classic piece Quinn had tried to teach Santana and Brittany a while back. Brittany hadn't gotten it, she never really got the hang of things, but Santana could pick out the melody just fine. Quinn and her had played a duet on the upright piano at Brittany's place, Santana the right hand, Quinn the left.
Quinn could actually play both parts just fine, but smiled when Santana butted her almost off the bench so they could do another duet. Santana picked out the notes with one finger, not pounding on the keys, more tapping. Quinn played the left hand part well, even doing it with her eyes squeezed shut at one point.
Soon, the two of them were lost in memories, memories of being friends, memories of hardships, fun times, countless sleepovers. Santana took her fingers off the keys, in a trance, as Quinn was suddenly sucked into the music, playing Memories, from the musical Cats. She played it beautifully. Santana remembered Quinn practiced this one a long time ago, in seventh grade, when she was attending a concert and hand-picked this piece. For hours, she had been at Santana's house, playing Memories repetitively in succession on Santana's keyboard, banging the instrument against the wall whenever a note came out wrong.
People began filing in. Brittany wheeled in Artie, Lauren and Puck laughing about something Lauren had said outside, Sam looking longingly at both Santana and Quinn.
They all stopped when they saw Quinn, pouring her heart out into the piece of music, even humming along to the tune. Santana thought she even saw Rachel smile.
When Quinn was done, there was a hearty applause. They all enjoyed her piece. Mr. Schuester walked in, with Finn and Mercedes in front of him. They didn't know what the clapping was for, but they started clapping to. Quinn stood up, embarrassed. She looked down at the floor, and returned to her seat in the back. Santana, too every one's surprise, joined her. The two sat by each other, content. Soon, Mr. Schue began talking, but the two friends didn't bother to pay attention. They were too busy catching up on their lives, laughing and giggling. Mr. Schue noticed them making a ruckus, but just smiled to himself and explained the rest of the assignment for the week. A heartbreak song. Santana glanced at him, the word heartbreak stimulating something in her, and he saw the pain plastered on her face. He locked eyes with her, but she looked away quickly.
Around halfway through the period, Quinn, much to Santana's surprise, invited Santana to her house for a sleepover. Quinn suggested they watch The Simpsons reruns, but just the old ones. She said she hated the new season, and Santana agreed. It was surprising how much in common they had with each other, what they had missed after their friendship wasn't as close.
Santana tried to ignore Brittany, stealing glances at them through her wide, soulful, baby blue eyes. She couldn't help it, seeing Brittany so innocently upset tore at Santana's heart. Quinn took Santana's hand and squeezed it reassuringly, eyeing Brittany with no doubt false disdain. Santana knew Quinn liked Brittany. Besides Santana herself, whom she admitted didn't like Brittany due to a broken heart, who didn't like Brittany? She was just being protective, thought Santana, She's never been very protective. What's changed?
The bell made its heavenly toll, suggesting the end of Santana's long, laborious, miserably crappy day. Quinn ushered Santana out of the school as fast as possible, hooking her arm around Santana's elbow. Quinn glared at anyone who questioned this, whispering loudly to their friends by the lockers, holding her head high and mighty like the Queen Bee she was. What was the reason for Quinn's erratic behaviour tor wards her? Was it because of what she caught Santana, quite red-handed, doing in the bathroom stall? Was it because they both had nobody, nobody, else? Did Quinn Fabray, Quinn Fabray, need Santana too?
They needed each other, that was that. And their friendship unfolded.
so,you likey? R&R...this is friendship! remember that, im not a slash writer unless they r written out to be together, like they r openly gay. (klaine,for instance) soooo yeah:) and if you are a pretty little liars fan or rebecca black hater, read my glee story and my pretty little liars fics! PM and review plz!