Greetings! Here's that other story I was telling you about. I was going to post this earlier but I got preoccupied with other stories and I book that I'm currently writing. Hope you guys enjoy it And faberry is completely canon, just in case you were wondering
Quinn's POV
"Why doesn't Berry have to run this damn thing," Santana grumbled as we passed our fourth lap on the track.
"Who knows," I shrugged, "she never has to do anything in gym."
"She's such a freak," Santana said, "all she ever does is sit in the shade and stare at you."
I almost tripped when she said that, "what the hell are you talking about?"
Santana laughed, "You can't honestly tell me you don't notice how much she stares at you?" I shook my head. "Wow, you are oblivious."
I shoved her as we finished our last lap, "shut up."
Santana laughed as she threw me a water bottle, "bet ya twenty bucks she's staring right now."
I turned my head and, sure enough, there was Rachel sitting under a tree and staring right at me.
"Hey, manhands," Santana shouted, "take a picture. It'll last a hell of a lot longer."
Rachel gave a simple smirk. "You might want to go shower San," she said. "Sweating is a good way to get acne. Wouldn't want to ruin that pretty complexion of yours, would you?"
Santana scowled as she walked towards the locker room showers. Rachel looked down at her watch.
"You should probably go too Quinn," she said as she stood from her spot, "class is almost over." She grabbed her stuff and walked over to the coach's office.
Rachel Berry, the only person I will never understand.