Sorry i havent updated in quite a while! ive been...how u say? oh yes: busy! sorry fimnally got a chance to start writing and yeah...lol :P
alllsssoooooooo, i apologize that the characters are extremely OOC, ok? santana as a bitch/slut and quinn equally bitchy and not so slutty just does not do it for me. my humble apology.
disclaimer: still own nothing,and yep.
"Ok, where do you wanna eat for dinner?" asked Quinn. They were up in Quinn's room. Santana was surprised to see the picture of her, Brittany,and Quinn at one of those photo booths at the mall placed ever-so-carefully on Quinn's nightstand. There was also a picture of Beth, and even one of her at the top of the pyramid during cheerleading.
"Pizza?" Santana asked.
"As long as you don't throw it up, 'kay? I've tried it, and pizza is pretty hard to make yourself throw up." Quinn looked at her with a sort of grim seriousness, the glint in her blue eyes absent. Then she winked.
"Kidding." she smiled,and as Santana breathed a sigh of relief she said," So we'll go to pizza."
Quinn sauntered down the stairs, grabbing her car keys and wallet and breezing out the door. Santana followed suit, feeling kind of happy to get out of the house. Truthfully, Quinn's mom kind of scared her,and she just so happened to be in the house at the moment. Quinn's mom was like an older,not as bitchy version of Quinn.
Quinn pressed the unlock button on her keys, causing the two lights to wink at them twice on her Volkswagen Bug. It was a bright yellow,the color of sunlight.
"Which pizza place?" Quinn questioned, holding open the passenger seat for Santana, who sat down, sweeping some of Quinn's clutter away onto the floor kind of rudely. Quinn dismissed that, knowing Santana was starting to get back to her old self.
"Little Albert's." Santana said,mentioning one of the few mama and papa joints left in Lima. The others had been replaced by greasy,sticky Pizza Huts and other places along those lines.
"Okay." Quinn said. She started up the car,and the two of them were enveloped in a blanket of comfortable silence, Quinn in her thoughts and Santana in her own. Quinn even turned on the radio, a slow,sad,song swirling into their ears. They both nodded silently at the song choice. It was Say Hello to Goodbye by Shontelle. Santana looked at Quinn, her deadpan expression suddenly reincarnating.
"I know what song I'm going to do." she said.
"Which one?" asked Quinn patiently.
"This one." Quinn could see the pain in her eyes. They mirrored hers exactly. She only wondered why...was it Sam, who had so subtly given her a so-called "promise" ring, or maybe the fact that she wasn't entirely satisfied with her relationship with Finn, or maybe, just maybe, that she had been despicably rude to Rachel? Berry deserved that. Quinn asked herself ,Did she?
"Hey...watch out." Santana waved a hand in front of Quinn's face, who was supposed to be paying attention but at the time her eyes were unfocused and were not tending to the road.
"Sorry." Quinn apologized.
"Sorry is right, chica. We could've died. You almost ran that freaking red light." Santana snapped, and again Quinn forced herself to patiently let the comment slide. Maybe Santana had been nice at her worst, but now she was getting a little annoying.
"Hmph." Quinn took a left turn,"Well,anyhow,we're here." They parked in the lot, Quinn turning off her car and trying hard not to let the tears that threatened to fall leak out of her eyes.
"Hello welcome to Albe-oh. Hi." a peppy short,brunette girl pounced upon them as they walked inside, all cheers,giving a bright smile that was lost when she saw who it was.
"Hi Berry." Santana said,glaring. Quinn said nothing but brushed past Rachel, ignoring her completely. Her eyes were unreadable, but they were frigid and icy like two lakes frozen over in the winter. Quinn usually never let anyone, especially Rachel of all people,put her in a crappy mood, but she was already in one before they arrived at the pizza place. Seeing Rachel really helped the situation thrusted upon her.
Quinn sat in a corner booth, twirling her locks of silky blond hair, trying not to meet Santana's eyes. They were angry eyes, not sad like Quinn's.
"That bitch. Stupid Berry." Santana murmured under her breath. What had brought on Quinn's depressing mood? Was it her and Sam? Maybe Quinn didn't know about the fact they had broken up a few days ago. Santana was too busy boring her eyes into the back of Brittany's skull to spend time with someone with such a huge mouth. As tough she seemed on the inside,she was like brittle glass inside her heart.
"Me and Sam broke up. He was a bastard, Q." Santana said as a waitress came by and placed two ice waters down on their chair. She kicked her legs out and they brushed against Quinn's bare thighs across the booth from her.
"Yea." Quinn swirled her straw around in her water, ice cubes clinking against the glass cup. She sighed heavily.
"Watever." the Latina took some water,sucked it in he straw,and spit it at Quinn. Her arms were draped behind her.
"Hey." Quinn said, an indifferent look on her face. She ushered over a waitress,askng for a towel.
"Would you like order also?" the lady said, almost as cheerful as Rachel. Rachel had disappeared to God knows where.
"Yeah. A cheese pizza extra tomato sauce and Romano cheese." Santana had long since memorized the order that Quinn,Santana and Brittany all three moderately enjoyed. Sometimes they would humurously change it up a bit, like ordering anchovies with prunes added on(yes,they really had done that once)
"We don't have Romano." said the waitress.
'You don't." Santana was somewhat angry. They should have Romano. They always had Romano back in those days.
"Who's your manager?" Santana said mock sweetly.
"Her name is Rachel Berry." the waitress said.
"Bring manhands over here right now." growled Santana,maddened upon hearing the name Rachel.
"Yes. Ma'am." the waitress was humbled by Santana's angry presence, she felt a strange urge to go huddle in a corner or at least get on her knees chanting "All hail Santana."
"Good." Santana watched the waitress walk off, a rushed stride in her steps. She tapped Rachel on the shoulder, who was behind the bar pouring some Seven-Up for a family seated a booth over from the two lonely Cheerios. Gesticulating, angry looks shot between the waitress and Santana, Rachel's eyes gorwing wide, Rachel rushing over to the table with a fake facade of cheeriness.
"Well, hello there, fellow Glee clubbers. There seems to be a problem about our vast cheese selection?" Rachel asked sweetly.
"Vast, sure it is." muttered Santana while Quinn said, "There's no Romano."
"Oh. Well we can substitute it if you would like, San."
"Don't call me that Berry, or I'll freaking kill you." uttered Santana, throwing one fist threateningly up in the air.
"Yes. Ms. Lopez." Rachel conceded.
"Don't call me that either." she snapped.
"Just get us a freaking cheese pizza!" Quinn said in a frenzy of an outburst, "And go away!"
Rachel, completely stunned by Quinn's harsh words, quickly wrote down the order and then walked away daintily. Her huge doe brown eyes were a mask of pain.
Quinn said nothing to Santana, and completely and utterly vice-versa. Then they ate pizza, not bothering to look at each other. Santana was chopping her food up in miniscule pieces and averting Quinn's gaze when she noticed what exactly that the Latina was currently doing.
"I have a song for us to do." Santana said out of the blue sky.
"What?" Quinn and Santana's eyes clashed together, bright blue meeting ebony, piercing,black irises.
"Have you ever heard of John Mayer?"
"Yeah."
"Well we're doing this song by him." Santana said," Instead of Hello to Goodbye." She yanked her head towards the speaker placed respectively above their heads. It was a song Quinn knew immediately why Santana wanted to sing it. Dreaming with a broken heart. Santana's life summed up in five words.
"When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for the moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone..." Santana and Quinn were sitting on two chairs in the front of the room. Quinn's eyes were closed, swayed by the perfect pitch of Santana's velvety singing voice and the emotion packed into the song like an overflowing suitcase of a paranoid vacationer. The rest of the Glee club was looking on at them, besides Brittany, who's face was buried in Artie's shoulder. She was placed on Artie's lap, and for whatever reason (they all knew that reason) she was crying quietly and refusing to meet the eyes of Quinn. Or Santana.
"When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with her crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side? No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone..." Quinn joined in so that the two of them could harmonize together as one. She sung an octave higher, her voice resounding around the room, quiet and sweet and touching. Santana opened her eyes to look at Quinn, who was glancing at Sam. And who was next to Sam? Berry. Santana quietly scooted her chair closer to Quinn's and grasped Quinn's soft hand in her own labored,calloused, battle-worn one.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh
Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Baby won't you get them if i did?
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part"
Quinn and Santana melted into each others arms.
U likey or you no likey? R&R pretty pretty please? lol XP also dedicate this, and the song, to alexa,who got me completely hooked on john mayer so now i am addicted. (and i just cant get enough!) haha funny funny! lol love ya alexa thank you for being there for me and making me feel comfortable talking to you nd just altoghether being aorund u! haha we have an awkward silence realtionship that i promise u will be solved,k?and thnx for getting me to learn about john mayer!
~CJ out
