A/N: Whoa, I know, another fan fiction! Lol, taking on the challenge of three of them! However, I have all three stories sort of planned out already, so there shouldn't be too much of a delay for any of them. This is a Quinntana fic!
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Chapter 1-English Class
Quinn glanced nervously across the room. Why was she here? She had English later in the day, not third period! Normally, Quinn would've been thrilled about her best friend in the world being in her class. However, Quinn had recently accepted something that she had never wanted to admit. There was something about her... maybe it was those dark, chocolate colored eyes. Or maybe it was her long, flowing , dark hair. Quinn didn't know for sure. What she did know, however, was that she was crushing on her best friend since first grade, Santana Lopez.
Okay, sure, it was a little weird. Santana was a bitchy badass who would go all Lima Heights Adjacent on someone for just getting in her way, or for no reason at all. Quinn was just as popular, but mostly because everyone adored her. She was beautiful, rich, and captain of the Cheerios. In a way, Santana and Quinn were very, very, very opposite. Yet, they were also fairly simple. They both owned the school, although in different ways, they both loved to sing, they both loved to shop, of course, and they both knew how to get what they wanted.
Except in this case. Quinn wanted Santana. She didn't really know how much she wanted Santana, though. Actually, she was clueless. Maybe she just wanted Santana to know how she felt, but neither to act on it.
You can't get what you want if you don't know what you want.
There was Santana, sitting across the room from Quinn in her new English class. Why did Santana switch classes? Quinn would have to ask later. It's not that she didn't want classes with the gorgeous Latina, but she knew that she'd never be able to―
"Miss Fabray? Are you with us?" the teacher asked impatiently. Everyone looked at Quinn, and the blonde made sure that no one had seen her staring at Santana. A few of the students chuckled until Quinn shot them all glares. If looks could kill, that one definitely could.
―focus. She would never be able to focus.
"Yes, ma'am," she answered the teacher, who continued rambling on about Shakespeare, or something. Quinn looked back at a certain Latina. Unsurprisingly, she was looking at her phone, hidden in her lap. Who is she texting? Quinn wondered. Probably Brittany. Ugh. She never texts me during class.
Even though Quinn and Santana had known each other for longer than Santana and Brittany, they'd always been so close, and Quinn often got annoyed by it. Quinn tried not to be jealous, not to mind. The truth was that she was so so jealous. Quinn wanted to be Santana's best friend, or even more. She didn't want anyone in the way of that.
Ugh... Quinn constantly asked herself if she should tell Santana her secret. She also, more often, told herself to stop crushing on the Latina.
Said Latina smiled at her phone. Quinn frowned and considered taking out her phone and texting Santana to take her attention off Brittany.
Deciding against it, she let he thoughts take her over again. People often rumored that Santana was gay, as in she liked girls, and that she was in a relationship with Brittany, who was bisexual.
Quinn usually dismissed these rumors as untrue. Although she would not mind the former being true, the latter made her stomach twist up in her stomach. Santana had promised Quinn that she was not in a relationship with Brittany, but Quinn had never once heard the girl say that she was not gay. Quinn never had the guts to ask, either. She didn't want to risk hurting her crush.
She's to amazing to risk anything. But, then, I may never know... Quinn sighed, still in her thoughts.
"Miss Lopez," the teacher exclaimed, sounded exasperated. Everyone looked at Santana, who looked up, smirking. "No phone's in class! You do not want to switch classes again do you?"
"No, ma'am," Santana answered, wearing a smirk on her beautiful face. Quinn was watching Santana very seriously. Despite her lack of focus, she id not want Santana to leave the class so soon!
"Then I suggest you put your phone away!"
Santana slipped the device back in her pocket. Quinn forced herself to tear her hazel eyes from the Latina. She tried to pay attention to what the teacher was saying, but then the bel dismissing them lunch rang over the intercom.
Everyone gathered their things and hurried to rush out of the room. Quinn didn't rush, even though she really wanted to be out of there. Finally, she stepped over the threshold on the door.
"Hey, Q!" Santana exclaimed suddenly. Apparently, she'd been waiting for Quinn to leave the room. "Pretty neat I got moved into your class, right?"
She was smiling widely, and Quinn couldn't help but smile as well. Santana's smile was contagious. "Yeah, it's great, S!" she exclaimed. Santana raised an eyebrow as they walked down the hall, stopping at Quinn's locker.
"You don't seem so happy," Santana told her, quieter. "Are you mad at me, Quinn? You've hardly talked to me in the last week? Is it about me being with Puck again? If you want me to dump him, I'd understand."
Quinn knew that Santana meant was Quinn bothered by the fact that Santana was once again going out with the father of Quinn's child, Beth, who she'd given birth to about a year ago. However, she wished that Santana would dump Puck to be with her.
For a split second, she wanted to tell Santana to dump him, to dump him hard. But she didn't want to do anything that mess up Santana's rep. "Nah, Santana, it's fine. I don't want you to ruin your rep. And I'm not mad at you... I've just been busy."
Santana raised an eyebrow. "Ooh, are you seeing someone?" she asked excitedly.
"What? No!" Quinn put her books in her locker and grabbed her lunch.
"Uh huh, sure," Santana joked.
Quinn frowned, closing her locker. The two girls headed towards Santana's locker. "Seriously, Santana, I'm not seeing anyone. I've been busy with homework and stuff."
"Okay, sorry," Santana said. "We should hang out this weekend. What do you think?"
"Sure!" Quinn answered with a wide smile.
"Can Britt hang out too, though? She misses you, too," Santana pointed out.
Quinn hoped that her expression didn't look any less happy as she nodded. "Of course she can come, Santana."
Santana smiled as they reached her locker. She grabbed her own lunch before they headed towards the cafeteria.
Quinn sighed, hoping it wasn't noticeable. What was she going to do?
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