Runaway Baby
Author's Note: Wow, thank you all for the reviews, alerts and favs. This is definitely going to be something fun. Well here's hoping my usual angst will stay away. :) Glad you guys like it. On to the next one. Hopefully BEOHA will be updated tonight :)
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When Finn Hudson catches Quinn alone at her locker the next day, he decideds on making the first move. He quickly straightens out his letterman jacket, flicks his head to the side a little in some awkward way to fix his hair, and takes a deep breath, heading straight for the blonde.
"You can do this." He tells himself. But his feet take him too far, and he ends up crashing into her.
"Shit sorry." He makes an attempt to help Quinn catch her balance.
"Uh, it's okay." She looks at him with question, "Can I help you?"
Finn searches for an answer, "Do you uh, um. Hi. I'm Finn." he stutters out.
Quinn smiles at his awkwardness. "I know who you are."
Finn smiles proudly, "You do?"
"You were in Glee club. And you're in my Algebra class." She replies.
"Right. Glee, Algebra. Cool. So, you're new huh?"
Quinn giggles, "Yes."
Puck and Santana stride down the hallways, a path automatically created for them as students part way in silent fear.
"Do you really think he has a chance?" Puck asks as they notice Finn talking with Quinn.
Santana shrugs. "Who knows?"
"You've got some sort of plan already, don't you?" Puck questions, not liking the way Santana is so blasé about it all.
"Maybe."
"Games on Lopez." Puck licks his thumb, brushing it against his eyebrows, taking off towards where Quinn and Finn are talking. Santana watches as Puck accidently bumps into a shocked Finn. She watches as Puck fakes an apology, and introducing himself to the new girl. She laughs to herself at how lame the two of them are. As the two of them try it on, Santana catches a pair of hazel eyes looking at her. But they quickly leave her eyes and return to the two boys. She smiles to herself.
"Time to cast the bait." she whispers.
"Sandbags!" Santana cringes at the name. She rolls her eyes with a growl before turning around meeting a very raged looking Sue Sylvester, pointing towards her office. "Get your little leather clad but in my office now!"
Santana lifts her bag onto her shoulder, dragging her feet towards the office.
"Sit." Sue orders, and Santana slumps down in the chair.
"Four absences in the last week. Two fights, and one count of smoking on campus. How are you still in this school?" Coach Sylvester questions.
Santana shrugs, "Because Figgins has the hots for me?"
Sue shrugs her shoulders, "Fair call. But here's the deal Dora. You step one toe out of line again and I will gladly force you to join the cheerios." she says proudly.
Santana's jaw drops. "You wouldn't."
"Oh I would." She smiles smugly.
"Hell no. No way am I jumping up and down with some ridicoulous smile on my face for the excuse of a football team this school has. Fuck that." Santana stands to exit.
"Sit your taco eating ass down. Now it's either you behave, you join the cheerios, or you get expelled. Which means no graduating, no qualifications, and no ticket out of dear old Lima. You'll probably end up mowing lawns."
Santana frowns in disbelief. "That's extrememly racist."
"So is my Grandmother. So, do we have a deal helium chest?"
"Whatever." Santana shrugs.
"Good, now get out of my sight. I'm starting to crave nachos just looking at you."
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She leaves the office, knowing she's already late for class, not giving a fuck about it either. She decides to skip all together.
She passes the library, catching strands of blonde hovering over a study desk. She stops, retraces her steps, peering in to see none other than Quinn Fabray reading over a text book. She knows it's risky, because well she's rarely seen in the library, and most of the students probably hide from her in there. But, after all she could do with the money that comes with the prize of Quinn Fabray. So she shakes her head at herself, before opening the door.
The librarian takes one look at her, frowning, before adverting her eyes from the scowl Santana gives the old hag.
She trails down the aisle of books, close to where Quinn is searching for a new read. She knows now that the blonde has some sort of interest in her. Who wouldn't? She's a hot piece of ass.
She dips her head between the shelves and the books, stealing glances.
Quinn's not Santana's type. Well from the exterior. Santana likes shorts skirts, and low cut tops. She likes the easy accsess. Because she doesn't go to lengths for anyone. Hardly even Puck. But she admits that Quinn's a looker. IN fact, with a new wardrobe, she'd probably be Santana's type. Maybe.
But one stolen glance is captured, and their eyes meet. Something Santana hadn't planned on just yet.
"Are you okay?" Quinn asks, more confident than Santana would've expected.
"Peachy." She grins. "You?"
"Fine. Thank you." Quinn presses, trailing down her side of the shelves. Santana follows. "Are you lost?"
"Just bored." Santana shrugs.
Quinn doesn't know what to think of it. "You don't seem like the kind of person to be in a library." She dares to say.
"What kind of person do I seem like?" Santana challeneges.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. Just, you don't seem to actually be looking for anything."
"You're Quinn, right?"
"Yes." Quinn suddenly feels smaller.
"I'm Santana." She replies.
"I know who you are." Quinn replies with a shy smile.
"I bet you do." And with a wink, Santana strides out of the library, leaving Quinn puzzeled about what just happened. And why Santana Lopez talked to her? And why she couldn't keep her eyes off the girl as she walked away.
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Finn decides to ask Quinn on a date.
She was reluctant at first. But she wanted to fit in. And Finn was the quarterback. What better way was there to fit in, than to go on a date with the quarterback?
So he took her to breadstciks. Where he actually managed to hold a conversation, and earn himself some laughs from the blonde. They shared smiles. Stole glances. And Quinn thought that maybe Finn could be a friend. Maybe she could get close to him. Because he seemed genuine. He seemed nice.
But when the doorbell went off, Quinn's attention naturally flicked to the door, catching the sight of Santana Lopez and Noah Puckerman entering. Finn followed her line of vision. Grunting low enough with frustration.
Pucks grin grew wider at the sight. He made his way over. Much to Finn's annoyance.
"What up?" He asks, scooting in next to Quinn.
"Not much bro. Just having dinner here, with Quinn." Finn answered, as casual as he could.
"I see that. Man, if I had known you liked breadsticks, I would've asked you myself." Puck smirked, throwing his arm over the chair.
Finn lowered his eyes at Puck. "If you don't mind. We're eating."
"Whoa. Is this like a date or something?" Puck looks between the two of them, taunting Finn with his eyes.
Finn chokes up. "N-no."
"Well then hows about me and Santana join you guys? Make it a group date. Yo Santana?" Puck calls to the Latina whose currently chatting up the blonde cheerleader Quinn recognizes from school.
"What?" She asks, walking over.
"We're gonna kick it with Frankenteen and Quinn. Sweet?" Puck asks with a mischivious grin. Santana rolls her eyes.
"Fine. Move over." Finn instantly moves, allowing Santana into the booth.
"So have you guys picked your songs for Glee club?" Quinn asks.
"Hell yeah." Puck grins.
"I think so." Finn fidgets with his hands.
Santana takes a minute to answer, playing with her phone. "What?"
"Your song for glee club?" Puck repeats. Quinn doesn't understand Santana one bit.
"You'll have to wait and see." She cocks her head with a cynical smile, before returning to her phone.
Quinn can't help but be intruiged by Santana Lopez.
As they exit as a foursome, Quinn turns down Pucks offer to go get drunk in the kids playground. Much to Santana's amusement.
When Finn's car is unable to start, Santana thinks it's all too easy for her.
"I guess I can give you guys a ride." She offers. The foursome pile in to her car. Puck in the front, with Finn and Quinn riding in the back.
They stop at Finn's first. He bids a goodbye to Quinn, more sincere towards her than the other two.
Surprisingly for Puck, his house is next. "Uh what are you doing?" He asks.
"Get out." She tells him. Quinn sits awkwardly in the back.
"What the hell?" He whispers.
"I said get out Noah. I'll call you tomorrow." She grins at the use of his first name.
He growls, shutting the door. "Later Quinn."
Quinn waves.
"You're welcome!" Santana yells at him. She turns to face the blonde in the backseat of her car. "You going to stay there? I'm not a cab driver."
Quinn fearfully gets in the front seat. They drive in silience after Quinn gives Santana directions.
Santana pulls over outside of the Fabray residence, shutting off the engine. "So, you and Finn?"
Quinn frowns. "What about us?"
"Do you like him?"
"That's a little personal, isn't it?"
"If you say so." Santana shrugs.
"I think he's nice."
"And Puckerman?"
"He's interesting."
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
"I have church." Quinn mumbles, playing with her fingers.
"What?"
"Church, you know...where people got to pray-"
"No. I know what Church is. I'm not stupid."
"Oh you just seem-"
"You make a lot of assumptions don't you?"
"Well you're gay. Aren't you?"
"So?"
"So, faith; homosexuality, don't really go hand in hand."
"Do you have a problem with my sexuality?"
"No. I barely know you Santana."
"True. Well, good night."
Quinn shakes her head at the mystery that is Santana Lopez. "Thank you for the lift." She smiles, before leaving.
