Santana Lopez was known as a bitch for everything she had done in the past year. No mercy was given to anyone. Or at least that's what the school thought. Ever since they got back from Spring Break during junior year, she became cold. Of course the only ones who saw through her image were Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry, but neither said anything about the matter. They knew their friend was hurting but they didn't know how to fix it. Senior year was supposed to be memorable with the Holy Trinity at top and Glee Club winning Nationals, but I guess some things don't always work out that way.
"Hey Santana, I was wondering if you would want to come over for a girls night with Quinn and I, and I promise we won't be lovey-dovey while we watch movies. Just please?"
"Ugh, I guess Hobbit, but just promise you'll have some booze there."
"Yeah, of course, I'll let Quinn know. I'll see you later in Glee Club"
As Rachel moved along, Santana couldn't help but feel a bit grateful for the hobbit and her girl. Not that it was a shock that they had it out for each other since sophomore year but just seeing how happy they are made her wonder if she would ever feel like that again. No, she couldn't let those thoughts, emotions or images cloud her mind, not now. Nationals were in a couple of weeks and it had been over a year since she saw or even heard from a certain blue eyed blonde. No, she was done.
As she walked down the hall to her next class, she couldn't help but feel a bit nostalgic of everything. It was supposed to be their year too. But she up and disappeared within a week, no explanation or anything.
Friday came around and Santana pulled into Rachel's driveway noticing the Quinn was already there. She grabbed her stuff from the back seat and headed towards the door. She knocked a couple of times when finally Quinn opened the door.
"Geez Fabray, took you long enough, were you and the hobbit going at it again?"
"Nice to see you too, Santana. We were making margaritas, but I guess you don't want one..."
"Uh yes I do! Where's Berry at anyways?"
"In the kitchen, come on. Her dads are out for the weekend so if you want you can stay here in the guest room. Hey, how are things at home anyways?"
Leave it to Quinn Fabray to read me like a book when it came to personal information.
"Things aren't the best but they're getting there. I mean mom and dad are completely fine with being out and all because as they say, whatever makes me happy makes them happy, but abuela hasn't returned any of my calls and she refuses to see me saying that it's an embarrassment. But I only have a couple of months before I leave this stinking town."
We had reached the kitchen and Rachel had handed me a margarita and we were sitting at the breakfast bar now, both genuinely happy about me being able to move on from the whole disaster that started thanks to Finn Hudson.
"Well, that's good. I mean if she's not going to love you no matter what, what's the point of making her do so."
"Yeah, plus you still have us and most of Glee club along with Coach Sylvester and your parents. We all love you just the way you are, even when you're in a mood"
"Yeah you're right" I let out a chuckle acknowledging how much of a bitch I can be; "it's just so much harder ever since she left. Like as mushy as it's going to sound, she was my sunshine. I hate to admit this to myself and even more out loud but I still think about her all the time, even when I know I shouldn't but having her pick up and leave, just like that, killed me then and still kills me now. I just wanted her and now, I don't even have her number."
And there it was the truth to why I had been so cold since Spring break of last year. She had left me after saying she wouldn't. She had disappeared; no note, no call, no text, nothing, and I couldn't help but wonder why.
"You know that party you threw last year Rachel?"
Both Quinn and Rachel exchanged glances before looking back at me, wondering what brought it up. "Yeah S, but what does that have to do with anything?"
"Remember how drunk we got? All the shots we took just to loosen up?"
"Yeah, even though after Spin the Bottle, things got kind of blurry, but again, what does that have to do with anything?"
"That was the first time we kissed, all thanks to that spin the Bottle you were so excited about only to disappear with Q."
Quinn was now blushing while Rachel was laughing at her.
"God, Santana, I thought you guys had made out before, I mean with Britt pretty much outing your "Sweet Lady Kisses" to half the Glee Club when you guys were talking Puck being Quinn's baby daddy instead of Finn. Which if I must say, Thank God it was Puck and not Finn, because seriously, I don't know what we were thinking" as she signaled between the three of us, only for us to let out a groan while remembering everything that happened.
"God, Berry, seriously, you just HAD to bring that up. Quinn dated him the longest though, still don't know how. But hey, in all honesty, he was a pretty decent guy once you saw past that entire Pillsbury Dough Boy atmosphere he had going on."
"Oh come S, you slept with him first."
"Ugh, don't remind me! Can we please just move on from this topic. Please."
Rachel was laughing now. But so was Quinn and well I couldn't help but laugh too. It had been a crazy year during sophomore year and leading into junior year. And things finally had calmed down between all of us within Glee club and all.
"So…" Rachel chimed in regaining her composure; "what happened between you and Britt, and I want the whole story, no joking around, in all seriousness Santana. I want to know, it's been long enough, you can trust me, because I'm pretty sure Q already knows…so how about it?"
"Hey! Hold on, I don't know anything other than those two would disappear at random times!"
I couldn't help but let out a laugh after what Quinn said because after all, it was the truth. No one knew what exactly had happened between Britt and I; only Britt and I.
So, with that I took a deep breath and took a sip of my drink before saying; "Fine, I'll tell you guys but we should go somewhere comfortable because this is going to take a while and bring the rest of the Margaritas Berry. And those cookies, I know you were making because I could smell them!"