A/N So my email was filled with all the follows and favorites this story got within a few days and I have to say I'm psyched that you guys like it! Please feel free to leave a review, tell me what you think! I will admit that this story is so close to being done, but probably won't be done for awhile, mainly because of EXAMS! However I have enough of it done to post a chapter twice a week or so, so this is awesome...maybe if I get more reviews, I will actually post more. Hmm? But no either way this story is my baby and I love it.
On another note, I am also writing two companion pieces for this story, one will be in Santana's point of view, and the other in Brittany's but they won't be put up until after this one is finished. The things that happen after this fic, will not be friendly. They will be just as painful as BTVS was for me, and there will be character death. I have the plot planned out. This one towards the end will get worse too. But if you trust me, and are a true Faberritana fan, then you will actually trust that our girls get together in the end. For now enjoy the fetus!faberry, and I think some more bitchy!brittany
Santana leaned against a locker, whispering with Brittany. Quinn walked over to them quickly throwing her hair in the ponytail that was required of the cheerios.
"Girls." Quinn said in a cool voice.
"You should see what Berry is wearing today," Santana said in a cheery voice, "A jumper. I mean a fucking purple smock with white tights, can you believe it?" Santana let out a snort.
"Yes I can." Quinn said keeping her tone cool and uncaring, "But I could care less what outfit she wears Santana, I think your gay is showing."
She heard a gasp, not sure who it was from she turned away from the girls and walked briskly away. She could hear footsteps behind her and an angry huff of breath.
"Quinn!" The voice made her stop and turn, she met icey blue eyes and frowned.
"What, Brittany?" Quinn said coldly, she looked behind the tall blonde to see Santana still standing at the lockers staring straight ahead almost as if in shock.
"You need to be more careful about what you say, people might talk, and we wouldn't want that." Brittany moved close enough to Quinn to be able to kiss her, Quinn let out a breath and kept her gaze locked with the dancers.
"I was kidding B, it's not like anyone could hear me." Quinn instantly felt guilt for her cold statement about the latina. She hadn't been thinking, she just wanted a way to keep the girl from insulting Rachel, and that's all she could think of, "I'm sorry, I didn't think of how she'd react."
"You really should start thinking of other people Q, especially in a position of so much power and responsibility. You might need the people Q," Brittany whispered, she wasn't smiling, and her eyes started to burn, "but those people won't be around if you can't think of a way to include them all."
With that the taller girl turned away and walked briskly to Santana who was still standing in shock. Quinn watched in silence as Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana and whispered something in her ear, Santana melted into the hug and closed her eyes.
Quinn turned and walked away trying to shake what Brittany had said out of her mind, she couldn't though. It didn't sound like Brittany was referring to her spot as head cheerleader, or her popularity. It almost sounded like Brittany was talking about the slaying. But it couldn't be, how could a simple blonde dancer who was obsessed with ducks be able to procure such a dark secret? Quinn continued to walk until she spotted Rachel, she held her breath and waited to be bombarded by the small brunette. She stopped dead in the hall.
But Rachel walked right by her without so much as a glance. Quinn looked up surprised and turned her head to watch as Rachel disappeared into the crowd of students now milling around. She started to follow the short girl in anger, why was she being ignored after saving her life twice? Wasn't that promise still valid?
"BERRY!" Quinn screeched out, students stopped and stared, but Quinn didn't care, she ran forward and called out, "RACHEL!"
Rachel turned around in surprise and looked up at Quinn, "Can I help you, Quinn?" Rachel asked.
"Why didn't you say hi?" Quinn heard her own voice break, she shook her head to keep the pain out of her voice and thoughts, but it still came anyway.
"We're in school," Rachel whispered looking confused, "I know you have a reputation to keep up so I figured you wouldn't want to talk to me or be seen with me." The small girl shrugged and avoided Quinn's gaze.
"But you're the only one who knows besides Finn, and what if I need something in school?" Quinn asked, she knew it was unlike her to pine for socialization from such a pariah, but she had no choice. She felt connected to the dweeb and tall boy, she really did. Maybe walking home from a graveyard late at night would do that to three people, or maybe it was because after watching her kill a vampire and not be perfect they still insisted on being in her life.
"Then come find me." Rachel started to walk away.
"No." Quinn started to follow her, "I mean, like a friend?"
"What are you up to?" Rachel asked hesitantly.
"Nothing, I just, after last night I thought I had no choice but to have you two nuisances in my life and now you tell me that you aren't talking to me in school because of my image? I don't even know how much longer I can keep it up. Coach wants us to practice constantly, but my new...job has other ideas." Quinn said lowering her voice, she noticed that people were not being shy about staring at her and Rachel.
"Well if you're not ashamed of talking to me then by all means please do," Rachel shrugged, "We have history together, would you like to walk with me?"
Quinn looked down at Rachel and nodded, "So...I have to patrol again tonight, if you wanted to come or something…"
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Santana could hardly believe her eyes. She watched the two girls walk down the hall, talking like old pals. Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry. She scoffed and turned to her best friend, "What's with Q lately?"
"I think she's going through something," Brittany said, "I'm sorry she said that earlier S, I know how you feel about that label."
"It's no big, I just want to know why she's so lady friendly with RuPaul." Santana said turning to Brittany, "Besides, Q is the one with the problem. With her slacking off on her head bitch duties, it gives me a chance to gets my head cheer on."
"I don't think she'll want to be a cheerleader much longer," Brittany sighed, "Poor Q."
Santana looked up at Brittany hurt, "You feel sorry for Fabray?"
"Sannie come on, lets go in the handicap bathroom and have some lady kisses," Brittany pulled a very eager Santana into the bathroom for some quality time. But Santana gave one last glance to see Quinn and Rachel laughing.
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Rachel looked down at her outfit confused, "I feel as if it is appropriate for school."
"Berry, you look like you're trying to dress like a toddler, no offense." Quinn crinkled her nose, "I mean it's a nice shade of purple but you're just so...tiny...and then the dress!"
"Really? I thought it was a very nice outfit." Rachel sighed.
"Do you even own normal clothes, Berry?" Quinn asked, the two were getting ready to go to lunch. Quinn was unsure of what would happen when she walked into the cafeteria, especially since she was actually famished. But the cheerios had a diet they had to stick too.
"I do." Rachel nodded, "But they are quite boring."
"Well maybe boring would get you teased less," Quinn pointed out with a smile, "Then you wouldn't be slushied all the time."
"Right." Rachel smiled, "But I want to be able to express myself, and how else would I be able to do that? If I get made fun of for who I am, let that be there problem for not appreciating my honesty."
"Uh, I guess." Quinn furrowed her brow but kept walking with the smaller brunette until they got inside the cafeteria, "I need to eat, I have to. If I don't, I'm not sure what could happen to me."
"What do you mean?" Rachel said as they made their way to the lunch line.
"I mean that with this whole Slayer thing I can't stick to a diet, I usually just eat when I get hungry, especially if I've been slaying, and I have. So now I want to eat it all, but with Coach Sylvester monitoring our diets how am I supposed to eat at all?"
"Just eat, this is the cafeteria." Rachel said as she grabbed a disgusting looking salad, "Or request a simple salad every day like I do, I'm vegan."
"Ugh, why?" Quinn asked, she reached for a burger, then a side of fries and grinned at the lunch lady who gaped at her.
"It's a personal choice." Rachel shrugged, they reached the end of the line and paid for their lunch respectively. "So, now what?"
"Come sit with me, I need you." Quinn said, "I mean, someone who gets it around, and Finn scares the cheerios, he broke one of their noses once because he walked by, really."
Rachel gazed out at the cafeteria, and looked afraid, "I don't know Quinn…"
"Just come on!" Quinn started walking and heard Rachel's footsteps behind her.
Quinn reached the table where Brittany and Santana were talking, she sat down and felt the bench move as Rachel sat next to her.
"Uh what's RuPaul doing here? I didn't pay to see a drag show, and personally I think it would make me sick!" Santana folded her arms and raised her eyebrows as Rachel looked up at her with a scared look.
"Quinn told me to sit here…" Rachel said in a quiet voice, Brittany's own eyes were glaring at her.
"Fine." Brittany shrugged and then kept eating, her blue eyes found Quinn's and she raised an eyebrow, "Did we think about this morning?"
Quinn nodded quietly then peered over at Rachel who met her eyes and smiled. Brittany was a puzzle and Quinn hated to admit it, but the real one in charge of their group. She either would smile or cry and get her way, it was just how she did things. But she also sensed the tension between her fellow cheerios and Rachel.
"It's why Rachel is sitting here Brittany, I'm taking responsibility for all the power I have, protecting her from the evils of the world, I mean school." Quinn said.
"I guess that's what I meant." Brittany shrugged and then locked pinkies with Santana who instantly stopped glaring, and kept eating. "Welcome Rach, I guess we can be friends now, as long as you never think such mean things about San again."
"What?" Rachel asked in shock.
"She'll be more than a stripper, and she doesn't have sex with all those guys." Brittany said shrugging, this time Santana stared at her in shock and looked confused.
"When did Berry say that?" Santana asked angrily.
"She-" Brittany broke off her sentence and turned to her best friend, "I don't know Sannie, please can we just eat?" She pouted and Santana looked over at Rachel and shook her head.
"You're lucky I love you." Santana whispered just so Brittany could hear, even though Quinn and Rachel heard it too and politely looked busy with their lunches.
"So Quinn tells me that you are going to nationals this year?" Rachel asked trying to break the two girls from their lovestruck gaze.
"Why is Q eating a burger?" Santana said ignoring Rachel completely. Brittany merely stared at her.
Quinn looked up from the burger she was about to bite, the delicious and meaty burger that held all sorts of yummy carbs, "I can eat what I want, it's your fat ass that has to worry about cellulite in the uniforms."
Santana looked down at her thighs in alarm and Brittany looked too, "I like your butt San." Brittany said smiling wickedly, Santana looked back up and shook her head.
"Private words B." Santana hissed, hiding a smile.
Rachel was watching the two girls in amusement and awe. She had never seen the three of them interact before and it was more fascinating than discovering the girl you are pining after is a vampire slayer, well sort of. Quinn looked over at Rachel and sighed.
"It is my business what I eat S." Quinn said coldly, "However it is also my business what you shove down your throat, and I'm talking food wise."
"I really don't think Coach would like hearing how her star cheerio is scarfing down a burger." Santana replied.
Quinn raised an eyebrow and then took a bite of the burger slowly, moaning for effect, "It's really good though."
Santana and Brittany watched in jealousy, it had been awhile since they had a burger. Rachel only looked in disgust, her face scrunched up and she was shaking her head.
"It's disgusting. It is an innocent animal and I can hardly justify you eating that with such relish, I may be sick." Rachel announced loudly.
"Shut it, Berry." Quinn said with a slight chuckle as she swallowed her bite and winked, "I think you've seen some crazier things in your life."
Rachel went quiet and let out a huff of breath, crossing her small arms over her chest. Quinn giggled, then looked up to see Brittany grinning at her and Santana preoccupied with her nails.
"Hey guys!" Quinn groaned and turned around to see Finn standing above them, he was grinning idiotically and staring at Quinn with a dopey look.
"Oh god Finnocence, what are you doing here? Don't break the table with your lard." Santana snapped.
"I was just saying hi." Finn's happy expression fell off his face and he looked at Santana with a glare, "You don't have to be so mean."
Quinn sighed. Finn wasn't fat, he was just really tall and had broad shoulders. But he was far from fat. He was actually good looking in a boyish way. He had this brown hair and bright eyes. He just didn't interest Quinn. None of the guys around here did, or in her old school. She knew that dating the quarterback of the football team would look good for her, but she could never bring herself to do it. After all Santana and Brittany remained single and helped her promote the whole virgin aspect of religion. Not that she really believed in it, it just made a good excuse for her being single.
"Finn, how are you this afternoon?" Rachel smiled up at her ex and Quinn snorted. She had seen them dating before, when she transferred in the middle of her freshman year. They had made an odd pair and then broke up so suddenly. Finn had really taken it hard but seemed to get over it quite soon. He was hitting on Quinn so fast it gave her whiplash. But Rachel and Finn had remained good friends.
"I'm good Rach, just wondering what's up with you and the sitting arrangements? Usually you're in the auditorium." Finn questioned.
"Quinn invited me to sit with her." Rachel said raising her eyebrows and nodding her head to the blonde who looked up at Finn in hopes he would just leave. She didn't hate him, but he was sort of a nuisance.
"Oh. Well okay, I'm gonna go sit with my buddies, see you tonight Rach!" Finn tromped away, waving clumsily.
"He's such a dweeb." Santana snorted when he was sitting at his table far away from the four girls.
"He's okay." Brittany said shrugging, "I don't see him carrying lard though."
"He's a nice person." Rachel huffed, she narrowed her brown eyes at Santana, "Unlike some people."
"He is sort of dweeby." Quinn giggled, "I mean, can he be more obvious? I don't know what he wants more, to get back together with you or to be in my pants!"
"That's rude, you know very well he came over here to be friendly for...various reasons Quinn!" Rachel exclaimed.
"It's too bad, him being your friend, or your boyfriend never prevented you from getting slushied." Brittany observed.
"He tried." Rachel shrugged uncomfortably.
"Yeah right," Quinn sniffed. Even though the tall boy had been kind and concerned the night before, she still wasn't sure she could trust him. Rachel on the other hand rolled her eyes, started to get up. Quinn grabbed her wrist gently and said, "Don't go, please."
Rachel turned and saw Quinn's gaze, she let out a long sigh and sat back down.
"I guess I can stay, just be polite about Finn." Rachel said.
"Deal." Quinn grinned and ignored the curious look from Santana. She focused on Rachel instead. Wholly on Rachel.
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Rachel shrugged off the rude comments about her best friend. She had no idea why they were so rude to him, besides his clumsiness and somewhat childish temper at times. She could clearly remember when he had attempted to stop the slushies.
He tried talking to his teammates and the cheerios. He tried everything, Rachel believed him. Because she was in the choir room reading over some song selections for glee club when he came running in.
Finn came barreling into the room, howling.
Rachel looked up from her papers and stared at the boy that stood before her. He was covered head to toe in multi colored slushie. He was holding his eyes (?) and shivering, Rachel shot out of her chair and ran to her friend.
"They got me!" He shouted.
"What happened?" Rachel asked urgently, as she tried to brush some slushie off of his face.
"I just asked them to stop because you're cool and my friend. Then today they trapped me in the locker room and dumped a trash can full of slushies on me! How do you get that many slushies Rachel?" Finn shouted.
"Let's go the the bathroom, wash you off, and head home." Rachel lead him out of the choir room and across the hall into the ladies room where she grabbed paper towels and started to wipe him down.
"I tried Rach, I'm so sorry." Finn mumbled. Rachel just smiled, and shook her head.
"No it's fine Finn, you tried, thank you." Rachel said smiling still. She ended up driving him home in his large truck and they spent the night playing video games. This was right after they broke up and he didn't even seem to care. He just kept playing. The next day he got slushied again, it continued for a week before it subsided.
Rachel snapped out of the memory and sighed. It was a good effort on his part. But now he only had a few friends on the football team that allowed him to sit with them. He got slushied just as much as her, just not as out in the open. Rachel knew Finn was a genuinely good guy, he just could be childish or a little too heroic for his own good.
But now as the bell rang indicating the end of lunch Rachel stood up and let out a sigh, Quinn stood with her with an empty tray.
"Off to Glee?" Rachel asked. The blonde had joined the glee club earlier in the year with her two lackies.
"I guess." Quinn nodded nervously, her hands shaking as she continued to walk forward. Santana and Brittany linked pinkies and walked happily, Rachel watched them with envy. She wasn't stupid. She knew that those two were close in a way. A romantic way. She wanted someone to be that close with, a particular someone. Her eyes moved over to Quinn who was walking without the air of coolness she usually had. In fact Quinn was moving at a slower pace than usual.
"Is something wrong?" Rachel asked, Quinn turned to her and nodded.
The two girls kept walking together, Rachel slightly behind Quinn. She looked the cheerio up and down with appreciation. The small skirts were always a blessing to Rachel. They showed off Quinn's toned legs, Rachel felt herself smirk a little and tried to hold it back.
"What are you smirking at?" Quinn's voice made Rachel snap her face up and smile kindly.
"Just thinking about some rather interesting choices for Glee songs today," Rachel shrugged and brushed by Quinn to walk into the choir room. She internally crossed her fingers hoping that the blonde wouldn't catch on or question Rachel any further. Much to her pleasure Quinn simply followed Rachel into the room.
Rachel settled in the front row next to Finn who was staring at her with a confused expression. Quinn walked past her and up to the top row to sit with Brittany and Santana who were giggling with each other. Quinn sat down and caught Rachel's eye, she smiled briefly and then winked at the brunette before turning the other two girls and joining the conversation.
"Dude, why did Quinn Fabray just wink at you?" A voice asked in annoyed tone. Rachel turned to see Noah Puckerman, better known as Puck, giving her an odd look, "She hates you."
"We are embarking on a friendship." Rachel said quickly.
"That's hot." Puck gave her a sleazy grin and winked, "A friendship like Brittany and Santana?" He lowered his voice and leaned in closer to the brunette who leaned away almost falling into Finn, who was watching the interaction with a red face.
"No, that is highly inappropriate to suggest, Noah." Rachel bit out as she put her arm up in defense to warn Puck away.
"Why? You have two gay dads, it must be second nature to you." Puck said with the sleazy grin still in place.
"I meant suggesting that two women can't merely be friends, and having to sexualize everything. Also, whatever Brittany and Santana do is between them." Rachel hissed angrily.
"Yeah Puck just lay off." Finn said with a warning glance at his friend, "You may be my best friend but so is Rach, just let it go."
"I was just being friendly, from one hot jew to another." Puck winked again before going back to his seat and leering at Santana and Brittany who carefully ignored him.
Rachel turned to Finn feeling disappointment and anger coursing through her body, "He used to be such a nice boy."
"I remember." Finn nodded.
"He was my best friend until sixth grade." Rachel said again, her eyes narrowing at the mohawked teenager, "And then he discovered the woman form and decided that he needed to be a predator, how disconcerting."
"I wasn't any better, I'm not." Finn said in defense of his friend, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Finn, you're a gentleman." Rachel said.
"But I have perverted thoughts just like Puck, I'm just not saying them." Finn continued, "Like your boobs look awesome in that sweater, and Santana's butt looks awesome in that skirt, plus Brittany has killer legs." Finn shrugged, when Rachel scoffed at him.
"That is highly immature, Finn Hudson!" Rachel raised her voice and slapped the boys arm. The people in the room turned to look at the pair in confusion.
Finn rubbed his arm but said, "I was making a point."
"You can never justify being a jerk." Rachel sighed.
Just then Will walked in with a bright smile and a booklet of songs, "Hey gang! We get to have the first performance of the year for the fall assembly in two weeks!"
"Perfect, I have a list of songs at the ready for such an occasion. Songs that will surely showcase my voice!" Rachel called out happily.
"Uh, I actually have the songs picked out, I figured we could all vote on the ones I have. They're all the rage, or they were when I was your age! Surely they must be classics!" The choir teachers over eager smile made everyone groan.
"Wouldn't it be easier to let us pick it? After all we are more in touch with the youth and know what they want." Rachel tried reasoning with him.
"I think we should give the songs a try." Finn said. Will looked up happily and grinned at Finn. Finn was his favorite student, by far. It could be creepy sometimes.
"Perfect!" Will clapped his hands and handed out the sheets of music to each student, he stopped by Quinn and handed it to her with a soft smile, "I figured with busy schedules it would be more convenient to perform these songs." He said looking at her and then walking down to the floor again. Suddenly Rachel understood the motive behind the crappy songs. He was trying to make life easier for Quinn, so she would just have to stand and sway. The only problem was, it would take the fun out of the club! Where would the glee be? Glee was the only time Quinn was smiling and dancing with her friends, she even sang sometimes. Of course her songs were always of the religious variety, or very old. The sixties were her favorite era, and they suited her voice perfectly. Her voice was like a lullaby.
Rachel sighed and settled in though, she knew at this point there would be no arguing, not unless Quinn said something, and she looked too tired.
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Quinn sat in the back of the room, and stared at the clock. It was almost time for glee to be over. She looked over at Rachel who was staring into the distance with a bored expression on her face. Strange since Rachel loved the club.
Quinn flushed remembering what else Rachel might love, or at least like. The conversation she overheard in the graveyard came to mind, and the fact that she caught Rachel checking her out today. It didn't bother her at all. She probably shouldn't have winked at the brunette, but she wasn't sure why she did that.
Finally the bell rang and the kids started filing out. Quinn had free period after this, she usually hung out in the locker room and read, but she wanted to avoid the locker room as long as possible. She got up and motioned for Brittany and Santana to follow her, it was time to show everyone she was still in charge.
Quinn walked to the door, and stopped, making Brittany bump into her in the process, "Sorry B." Quinn mumbled.
Santana smirked and Brittany just shrugged, "It's okay, you smell nice."
Quinn smiled at her friend and then turned to see if Rachel was going to come. Quinn wanted to talk to Rachel about joining her little threesome, because she wanted to have a real friend by her side. Santana was not her friend, Santana was just there waiting for her to fall off the wagon.
Brittany was her friend but would never understand this slayer stuff.
Rachel got up from the chair after snapping at Finn who just looked guilty. She met Quinn's gaze and smiled kindly, she started to walk to them only to be intercepted by Puck. Quinn narrowed her hazel eyes and watched the two have an awkward conversation, before long Rachel was walking to Quinn and rolling her eyes.
"Nice of you to join us Berry," Quinn said with a light smile, she linked arms with Rachel and dragged her out of the room. She knew that Brittany and Santana were staring, but so were others, oh well. Maybe Quinn could work on Rachel, have her dress better or something. Because this jumper really was ridiculous.
"I feel very honored." Rachel's voice was soft and she was looking at Quinn with a small smile, Quinn remembered the conversation once more and blushed, maybe she shouldn't be too friendly. She unlinked her arms with Rachel and the foursome kept walking.
"Listen up Berry, we want you in our ranks." Quinn announced. Santana scoffed behind her.
"Excuse me? Rachel asked dumbfounded, her face clouded with suspicion and she glanced down at their hands, "Is this a prank?"
Quinn gaped at the brunette, "No. I want you to be friends with us,"
"I don't have a slushie." Santana held up both hands, Brittany mimed her.
"But, why?" Rachel asked.
"Because of...we have a lot in common. Ambition and stuff." Quinn looked imploringly at the brunette who stared back for a moment. Then she got it, she smiled and nodded.
"Perfect, I feel tickled pink to join!"
"I feel sick about it. I really don't want to have to look at RuPaul every day, it hurts my eyes." Santana sneered, she smirked and looked up to Brittany as if for affirmation. Brittany simply looked down at her hands.
"I will have you know that RuPaul is a very lovely individual and absolutely beautiful when he dresses up so I am always flattered when you call me that." Rachel said with a sickly sweet smile, tilting her head to the side. Quinn could see the tension in the brunette's eyes, and the way her body tensed up.
"It's not a compliment man hands, it means you look like a man, an ugly man." Santana snapped angrily, her own eyes glowing almost red with anger, "But somehow you tricked Fabray into following your pathetic little ass around and I want to know how!"
Quinn stepped in front of Rachel and glared down at Santana, "I would stop if I were you, I could have you demoted to towel girl of the Cheerios if you aren't careful Lopez. I suggest you suck it up or go find yourself a nice bucket to carry those damp towels in."
Santana gaped up at Quinn in disbelief, "Are you kidding me? The little midget has you in her freaky little hands and I want to know why!" Santana's voice raised to a dangerously high pitch that surprised Quinn. She could see fear in the girls eyes, and her expression softened.
"S, it's not like she's my new best friend, you're still important." Quinn said softly so no students would hear. A crowd of students was gathering and trying to appear nonchalant. The thought of the three most popular girls in school fighting each other was always an entertaining prospect for the student body.
"I'm not worried about that!" Santana snapped, "I just don't want my reputation soiled by this freak of nature!" She pointed at Rachel who flinched back, "I'm normal Fabray! Her family isn't! She gets made fun of and she's freakishly short!"
"You aren't much taller than her." Quinn said in a cold tone, "Now I have to go, if you insist on still acting like an insecure little bitch than you better resign that uniform. Bored." Quinn turned and walked away, she knew that Rachel was right beside her.
"You didn't have to do that Quinn. I dare say you have saved me enough, I can certainly handle an upset Santana." Rachel said in a prim voice.
"I have free period, I think I'm going to go the library and study, what are you doing?" Quinn stopped in the hall and turned to focus on the brunette. She peered at Rachel who looked shaken.
"I have math now, so going there." Rachel whispered, this time looking at the ground, her hands shaking as she crossed her arms nervously, "I don't want to be responsible for breaking up the trio, if it comes down to it, I can help you with the other stuff outside of school."
"No, Santana is being insecure, and she said bad things. I don't care if you have two dads Rachel. I was jealous of you when I dumped those slushies on your head, I was jealous of your talent. I still am. Santana is just jealous because a talented and pretty girl just joined our group. It's more competition." Quinn shrugged.
"But, I-" Rachel looked up at Quinn with large brown eyes, filling with tears.
"Don't cry Rachel, just go to class. I'll take care of Santana. Also is it okay if I come to your house after school? If you want to hang out in school we need to make a few adjustments to your wardrobe." Quinn looked pointedly at Rachel's jumper.
"I like my outfits." Rachel said defensively.
"Sure you do Rach, sure you do." Quinn grinned at her friend, "I'm coming over and we're going to do something."
"Well if I have no choice." Rachel huffed. The two friends parted ways.