Chapter 2
"Alright boys. Camera's are up and ready. We are good to go!" Stacy, the producer, announced to her crew.
The scene was set inside the Berry-Fabray household. Two women, sitting side by side, one (the brunette) was incredibly nervous. The other (the blonde) was taking interest out the window. Towards the figure that was strutting towards their house. The six crewmen were focusing their cameras, as the producer took her seat. Her auburn hair now falling loosely from her pony tail, she causally flipped the locks over her shoulder before taking in her notepad.
"So it's going to be pretty basic for the first episode." She flipped a page over. 'Just to get a feel you kn-" She was interrupted when the front door banged open. Allowing entrance to the devil herself.
"Oh please no." Rachel muttered, hiding her face in her hands. Stacy gave her a puzzled look while Quinn tried to keep her face free of emotions. She failed when she heard the tell tale sound of heels on the floor.
"Berry! Q! What the hell is up with the circus outside?" Came Santana's voice as she entered the living room. Everyone turned to stare at her. Her tight red dress matching her attitude perfectly.
"Who are you?" Stacy asked, taking in the Latina. Santana smirked at her, one hand held on her hip while the other clutched the door frame.
"I'm Santana Motherfucking Lopez. Who the hell are you and what is this?" She swept a hand over the camera crew.
"I'm Stacy Fucking Daniels. And this is the set of Reality with Faberry." She shot back, clearly unimpressed by the other woman. "Now if you don't mind, we have a show to do." And with that she turned her attention back to the couple. Santana was frozen to the spot, while Rachel and Quinn, looked at their producer with mixed feelings. Santana seemed taken back for a second. But come on THIS was Santana Mother fucking Lopez!
"No clue who you are." The Latina finally spoke. "But I like you. Q, Berry. You best keep this bitch around. She could be useful." The two rolled their eyes.
"Santana, please. Can you contain yourself for five minutes? Or possibly find someone else to torture?" Rachel said through her fingers. Santana shrugged.
"Whateves. I'm gonna go raid your fridge." And with that, she strolled from the room, her heels echoing through out the house.
"This is going to be so great." Stacy chuckled, jotting down a few notes. Rachel was terrified. Quinn had to stifle a laugh.
"You have no idea." Quinn agreed with her as Rachel groaned loudly. "Rach, you had to have known that Santana would notice a few extra cars in our driveway." The brunette huffed. Quinn wrapped an arm around her.
"Which means now she'll never leave. Can we just get started?" Rachel waved a hand at Stacy. The girl grinned.
"Right. Boys. Three, two, one." She made a roll with her hand.
Lights. Camera. Action.
"So tell us how you two met." Stacy said, crossing her legs together. Her notepad poised on top.
"Well, " Rachel spoke first, leaning into Quinn a little. "Quinn and I attended school together. She was the popular cheerleader and I was barely a blip on the high school radar." Santana snorted, annoucing her return to the room. A drink clutched in her hands. Ignoring the crew, she crossed the room in an easy stride and occupied the chair next to the young couple.
"You were a blip alright Berry. Just on a completely different radar." She sent the camera a smirk when it swiveled her way. Rachel was prepared to lunge at the young woman but Quinn, sensing danger, wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Santana, control yourself. I know the bitch inside of you is hard to contain but lock her back up." The blonde shot to her friend before turning back to the woman in front of her.
Stacy had been studying the scene before her with extreme interest. Taking mutilple notes on this new develpment. Santana Motherfucking Lopez was scribbled a top her newest page.
"Santana, What do you mean by different radar?" She asked, pen ready in hand. The Latina glanced at her, taking a large gulp from her drink. Quinn was fighting back a glare.
"The Fabgay radar." She said, setting her glass down. Quinn had lost the fight. "She was always talking about the hobbit." Stacy looked confused when Rachel answered her.
"She means me. Because I'm small." She jestured to her height. Stacy had to agree. She'd bet that if Rachel wasn't curled into Quinn right now, her feet would barely touch the ground.
"Let's back up. Obviously you all know each other. So where does Santana fit in?"
"We were on the cheer leading squad together." Quinn answered this time. Keeping an eye on her best friend. "We dominated the school together along with our friend Brittany."
"They were the Unholy Trinity." Rachel added.
"We still are hobbit. Just because Quinn is whipped by you doesn't mean she's free of being my bitch." Santana said, bringing her glass to her lips again. "Next question Ginger. I's be getting bored." She waved towards Stacy.
"Santana!" Both the girls yelled. The other woman shrugged. Stacy chuckled.
"Were you always a hateful bitch Santana?" She directed the question towards the Latina.
"This is her mellowed out..." Rachel muttered to no one. Stacy gave her a non believing look.
"Berry's right. I was a bad ass bitch all through out high school. Now I'm just a bitch."
"And what changed?"
"I had a daughter." She said with a small smile before correcting her glaze. "Now even though it is amazing to talk about me all day. I'm sure your boss or whatever is paying you to record these two boring sacks." She flexed her hand in a dismissive manner.
"Right..." Stacy took a glance back down to her notes." So you all went to high school together. Let's talk about that." She brushed more hair behind her shoulder. "How did your high school relationship start out?" This time the question hung thick in the air. Quinn stiffened against Rachel. Taking that as her cue, the brunette spoke.
"Well Quinn was, as you stated, the popular one. I, on the other hand, was not." She sat up a little straighter. "We never really had any interaction the first year of school. I doubt Quinn even knew about me that year." She grabbed the blondes hand. "But Sophomore year was when she did." She sent a sideways look, as if asking permission. This time Quinn spoke up.
"I wasn't always the nicest person."
"Still aren't." Santana muttered behind her cup.
"You know where the door is. Shut up or get out." Quinn shot back. Santana just rolled her eyes.
"I gotta check on Britt and Hayley anyways. But don't worry," She set her now empty glass down. "I will be back." And with that, The Latina strolled from the house without as much as a goodbye.
"One day I swear..." Quinn stopped, almost forgetting she had few more witnesses around than she liked.
The crewmen each had identical smirks, while Stacy stared at them with a slight twinkle in her eye.
"Don't worry about it Quinn, Let's just get back to what you were saying." The blonde nodded, regaining her train of thought.
"Right, as I was saying before the devil herself descended back to hell..."
That's all for now folks! I'll will try to update again. Some crazy shit has happened that needs to be dealt with! But anyways, hoped you liked it, remember read, review, enjoy...