Fast Escapes & Lucky Breaks.
A/N: This is my first go at a Glee fic. If you like it, cool let me know. If not, that's cool too.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. But I wish I owned Santana!
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
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On the outside, you make sure that every single person at McKinley High knows damn well, not to cross you. Even if you're not the Head Cheerleader, you claim your reign as Head Bitch in charge. And so with vicious words, and smart remarks, you, the girl from Lima Heights Adjacent hold tightly to your spot.
Whilst everybody is sure to steer clear of your wrath, not everybody bows down. And by not everyone, you mean Quinn Fabray. Quinn Fucking Fabray.
Yes, the head Cheerleader fails to bow down to your antics.
And you hate it.
Not because Quinn isn't scared of you like everyone else. But for the mere reason that unlike everybody else, Quinn sees straight through your bullshit. After all, if there is anyone who could possibly know most about you, it's bound to be Quinn Fabray.
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Seconds after Coach Sylvester drops you to the bottom of the pyramid, you see red. Not from the crimson tracksuit she's sporting, but because you know exactly whose run their mouth.
After fleeing the office, you storm through the corridors, forcing students to part way. Glaring eyes lock onto blonde strands. Slamming the blonde girl up against the lockers, you scream, "You did this to me! You told Coach Sylvester about my summer surgery."
When Quinn slaps your hands away, and manages a laugh, you're sure that you're going to hit her.
"You have a surgery when you get your appendix out. You got a boob job." That smart, annoying smile enrages you.
"Yep. Sure did." And that's when it happens. When your pent up frustration gets the best of you, and your palm collides with Quinn's cheek. You're almost as surprised as she is. But you don't let your guard down. Not to anyone. Ans surely not Quinn.
"You can't hit me!" Quinn spits, and you're sure you can hear the faintest hurt under the anger.
"Well sure I can," You bite back. You've crossed the line already, why not go as far as you can? "Unless you got yourself knocked up again, slut."
Before you know it, Quinn has you slammed against the locker. But you take the upper hand, shoving Quinn to the floor in front of the crowd that's gathered. You make a move for her, before steps in.
"What happened to us being a family?" he shouts, baffled by the spectacle.
"Oh, please. She has a family. She's a mother.", whilst you try to be condescending, you, for the first time feel relief in the words. But only you know that.
"Walk away!" Quinn screams after you. "And tighten up your pony before you get to class!"
You raise your middle finger as you walk away.
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It's during third period when you hear a knock at the classroom door. You lift your eyes from watching the pencil you're aimlessly flicking up and down. You see Mr. Schue's frantic eyes locking with yours. And it scares you instantly. You wouldn't admit it out loud. But it does.
"Excuse me. May I see Santana?" He asks the teacher.
You look to Brittany, confused. But the blonde mirrors your features, and you can feel your heart begin to race. Of course Brittany wouldn't know what he wants. She doesn't even know what time lunch is.
The teacher nods at you, and you take to your feet. Collecting your things, you strut out of the classroom, past Quinn who carefully raises her eyes to catch a curious glance of you.
Mr. Schue closes the door, but Quinn can still make out the blurry image of your body. She doesn't want to care, but somehow she just cant tear her eyes away. She watches slowly as your form slides down, out of view.
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"What's up?" You ask curious, holding onto your books.
"Santana." begins. His voice is careful, and you hate the sound of it already. Adding Coach Sylvester approaching makes it even worse.
"Come on, I only shoved her around, it's not like she's knocked up again, sheez." You defend yourself. Because this is bullshit. Quinn should be getting in trouble as well.
"Lopez." Coach Sylvester's tone matches 's, and the fact that she refers to you by one of your actual names, tells you that something just isn't right.
"We just received a phone call." tells you. "It's your parents. Santana, there's no easy way to tell you this, but they...passed away." Mr. Schue offers you a hand of condolence, but you instinctively shove it away.
"W-what?" This can't be happening. Not to you. This doesn't happen to Santana Lopez.
"Santana, we are deeply sorry. Your brother has contacted the school. He's on the first flight back, and wants to know if you are able to collect your sister." Coach Sylvester informs you.
You can't comprehend anything. Instead you sink to the ground, clutching at your legs. Because that's what you always do when you're scared. Mr. Schue bends down to make eye contact with you, "I can take you if you'd like?"
But you stare blankly ahead, completely emotionless.
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You decide to take your own car to pick up your sister.
Wondering just how you're going to break the news. It still hasn't sunk in yet, and already you find yourself pulling up at Lima Elementary. You look for classroom eight. See the look on Selena's face when she sees you. Ask the teacher if you can speak with your sister. You can't bring yourself to say the words. But Selena knows automatically that something is wrong. You have to tell your ten year old sister that you're parents have just passed away.
"Tana..." She treads.
"Lena." You force yourself to be strong. You have to. You're the big sister, and your brother isn't here to do the job.
"What's wrong?"Selena cuts in.
"It's Mami...and Papi. Baby, there was an accident..." You choke on the words.
"W-what? W-what happened?" Selena presses.
"Some guy collided with them." You get out between sobs. It's the first time you've cried since they told you. Selena knows you're emotional, but these soft tears only come out when something is truly wrong with you.
"Are they okay? They're okay right?" She asks hopeful. And it breaks your heart.
You can only shake your head as you embrace your shocked baby sister.
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It's been two days since Quinn has seen you. She wanted desperately to go and see you, but decided not to. Considering your fight, and knowing that you were bound to shut her out.
"Hey Quinnie." Brittany's voice interrupts Quinn at her locker.
"Hey Brit." Quinn smiles that sincere smile.
"Have you heard from Santana, since you know?" Brittany asks her with hopeful eyes.
She did know. Mr. Schue had called a Glee Club meeting after third period, to inform everyone on what had happened to your parents. Quinn remembers Brittany beginning to sob, and Artie comforting her. She remembers feeling frozen at the thought of what you must be going through. Wishing so bad that the two of you were still close enough for her to say something.
"No. Have you?" She asks.
Brittany's head drops like a sad puppy, "No. I've tried calling her, facebooking her, everything..." Brittany says, defeated.
"Have you tried going over to her house?" Quinn suggests. Apparently Brittany hadn't tried everything.
"Do you think I should?"
Quinn takes a second to think about it. If there's anyone that you won't push away, it would be Brit. You've never been a bitch to Brittany, and Quinn knows that you don't have it in you to be mean to Brittany.
"It's worth a try?" Quinn tells her. Brittany smiles cheerfully.
"Thanks Quinnie. I'll go see her this afternoon."
"Let me know how it goes." Quinn says as Brittany makes her way to the hallway.
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Brittany racks her knuckles against the familiar door at your house. She waits a few minutes until the door unlocks, revealing little Selena Lopez on the otherside. "Brit Brit!" Selena leaps into the blondes arms. "Hey sweetie." She caresses the young girls hair.
"She hasn't come out of her room for two days." Selena says, looking up the stairs. "We can't have the funeral until she agrees on something."
Brittany kisses Selena on the forehead, before making her way up to your room. She knocks the way she always knocks. And you know who it is without having to ask. "Go away." She hears you call through the door.
"It's me. Brittany." Brittany states, calling back. You know that already.
"Go away." You call again. This time weaker. It crushes Brittany in the inside. She had so much hope in her visit. And you never turn her down. Ever.
"Okay." Brittany mumbles back. Scuffing her feet on her way out of the house.
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You sit on the edge of your bed, in the now permanent spot that you've molded to the shape of your ass. You're looking through your photo albums. Photos of your parents. Photos of your friends. Tears stream down your face as you look at the way your life used to be. How you used to be happy. How nothing ever hurt you. You turn the page, eyes landing on the picture of you and Quinn at cheer leading practice. You screw your eyes shut tight, before throwing the album at the wall with full force, screaming.
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It was three days after Quinn had had her fight with you. The blonde stood at her locker, looking over the pictures on the inside of the steel door. Sighing at the cheerful picture of her and what used to be her best friend.
"Hey Quinn." Brittany's less cheerful voice spoke from behind.
"Hey Brit, what's up?"
"So I went to see Santana yesterday." Quinn doesn't like the sad tone in the blondes voice.
"And?"
"And she kicked me out. I didn't even get to see her." Brittany's on the verge of tears.
"Hey, it's okay." Quinn reaches out, "She probably just needs some space."
"But I'm her best friend. If she won't talk to me, who will she talk to?"
Quinn thinks the exact same thing. Part of her is angry that you turned Brittany away. And the other part of her is dreading what would be her next decision. "Want me to have a try?"
Brittany looks up with hopeful eyes, "Would you?"
Quinn smiles, "No harm in trying."
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Quinn pulls up at the your house, something she hasn't done for at least a couple of months now.
Her heart races as she makes her way up to the front door, bracing herself for what may or may not happen. She knocks twice.
"If you so much as touch that door, I will slap you!" She hears your voice ring out.
But the door opens, and Quinn's eyes fall on little Selena Lopez.
"Hi." Quinn waves nervously.
"Quinn? Uh, come in." Selena looks over her shoulder weary. "She's upstairs." Selena informs her.
"Thank you."
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Quinn knocks on your bedroom door.
"Go away." You call immediately. Quinn rolls her eyes, "It's me."
"Like I said, Go away." You tell her again. You don't want to see her. You don't want to see anyone.
But unlike Brittany, Quinn doesn't give up that easy. She turns the handle, pushing the door open.
"What are you? Stupid. I said go away." You lay in your bed, rolled to the otherside.
"I heard you." You hear her angelic voice behind you, and you cringe.
"Well then why are you still here?" You don't bother moving.
"Because I care." Quinn stands at the door, clutching her hands together for some strength.
You flip in your bed, face rich with the typical Santana that Quinn is used to now. "Oh well in that case, stay." your voice drips with sarcasm.
"Santana..." Quinn starts, nearing closer to the bed.
"Don't!" You cut in. "Don't give me your pity bullshit."
"I wasn't going to." Quinn retorts, somewhat surprising to you. "I'm here, okay. For you."
"I don't need you. I don't need anyone." You huff. Because you don't. You're fine on your own. Well, that's what you keep telling yourself.
"Yes you do. Stop pushing us away. Don't push me away. Please." Quinn takes a risk, perching herself on your bed, reaching a hand out to touch yours. And you let her. You stupidly let her. And it burns. Your eyes flutter at the touch.
'Don't cry. Don't you dare fucking cry.' You tell yourself, ripping your hand away, stepping out of the bed. "That's rich coming from you." You laugh cynically.
You open the door, gesturing for Quinn to leave. "Fine. But I'm not giving up that easy. I'll see you tomorrow." Quinn smiles, much to your disgust. You roll your eyes, slamming the door shut behind her.
On her way out, Quinn forces a look back to your window, catching a glance of you standing there. You know that she's probably smiling to herself, thinking that she's made some sort of progress with you. You pull your blind with force, shutting out the world, and shutting out Quinn Fabray.
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Thoughts? Worthy of continuing?
