Author's Note:
Okay so... Wow! Between the reviews, the favourites and the follows, how could I not be inspired to continue this little tale of mine. No seriously, how could I do it, the literary loving high had me up till 4am pounding the keyboard and I'm about 5 minutes from falling into a coma over the nearest flat surface.
On the upside I've learned a bit since I hit "post" (like never do so near midnight as you'll never get to sleep) and I'm totally bowled over by how much you all seem to like this story. I'm almost disappointed there weren't some more critical reviews (Almost. I'm not complaining).
That all said, sadly the original idea I had for a potential follow up to chapter 1 is not what you'll find below and as such, no Rachel this time around folks (I can hear the mob forming now) though unless my read through for sleep-y-ness induced spelling errors result in a drastic re-write, she will be in part 3 (yes i've got a part 3 ready(ish) though there's no Quinn in that bit so you may want to save your arms and put your pitch forks down till that comes out.) as well as a part 4 though that last one might never see the light of day as I'm not sure about the formatting of it plus, as it currently stands, I'm kinda stumped where to take it next.
Um... yeah I think that covers it for now, anything else that pops into my head will be tacked onto my profile so check there if you're curious. Either way, Enjoy :D
Oh and I have absolutely no ownership of any of these characters nor any affiliation with those that do (other then being a huge fan) so please don't sue me.
"So let me get this straight. Man hands broke into your room, stalker-watched you sleep while text blocking your's truly then force fed you some vegan crap posing as soup before banning you from talking to the rest of the world and ditching your ass?" Santana finished her summary of Quinn's tale from her position at the other end of the teen's bed.
Quinn reached for the pen and pad resting beside her now un-muted cell only to drop both back onto her nightstand under the venomous glare the Latina shot her way.
"Not exactly." She whispered, doing her best not to undo all the progress made since Rachel's visit by irritating her throat any more then she had to. "She didn't break in and she wasn't stalker-watching me and the soup is actually not that bad-" Quinn bit back a sigh as Santana gave a dismissive huff to go along with her sneer and pointed display of eye rolling. "...plus she didn't ditch me, she went home, my mom showed up like 20 minutes later."
Quinn's amended overview failed to mention how she'd had to have her mother reheat the bowl of soup before she'd found out just how tasty it actually was because she'd spent every one of those 20 minutes staring at her bedroom door just as her original recounting had somehow failed to include any mention of the last few minutes spent with her unexpected visitor the day before.
"Potato Tomato." Santana replied.
"Pomato" The up-till-then silent blonde stretched out beside the dark haired cheerleader chimed in.
"What?" Santana asked, giving the subject of her interrogation a momentary reprieve from scrutiny as she turned to face Brittany.
"What you get if you cross a potato with a tomato, a Pomato." The Third cheerleader punctuated her explanation by shooting her best-y a wide grin before her expression faded slowly into a dreamy wonderland "Do you think they taste like pomegranates?"
Santana took a deep breath, held it, then slowly blew it out as she gently pinched the bridge of her nose. "Sure B, I bet they taste just like pomegranates."
"But without the seeds... though you'd have to worry about all the eyes..."
Santana and Quinn both watched the other girl mime trying to peel her latest addition to the world of imaginary food, all the while mumbling apologies for poked eyes, before Santana crushed any hope the still recovering teen might have had that Brittany had derailed her inquisition.
"So what aren't you telling me Q?"
Quinn offered up a silent prayer that the flash of guilty that she'd felt rushing for her face had been headed off successfully but she doubted it had done any good as she reluctantly turned her attention back to honey gold face watching her's with hawk like focus.
"I don't know what you're talking about S. I told you what happened now if you don't mind, I could really use some more sleep" she tried to emphasize her request by yawning.
" Yeah, and if I was as socially inept as treasure trail I might actually fall for your act Q." Santana had to pause in her third degree as her own yawn was triggered by the sight of Brittany deep in the throws of oscitancy in the corner of her eye. "Now fess up."
"I found a treasure trail last summer. It was all shiny but the leprechauns wouldn't let me on it because they said I was wearing the wrong sort of shoes."
"Really Brit-Brit? What did you do next?" Quinn asked in a last ditch attempt to side track Santana's continued probing.
"I-"
"Save it for later B, Quinnie needs her beauty rest remember?"
"Oh…right." Brittany frowned, disappointed that her tale would have to wait for another time but as quickly as her doldrums had arrived, she bounced back. " You do look kinda gross Quinn. Get plenty of sleep 'kay. Like a whole bunch, I'm talki-"
"Yes! Thank you Brittany!" Quinn said with a little more force then she intended, her button nose scrunched in a wince as fresh fire poured through her throat.
"Here B, go start the car while I make sure Q's tucked in all nice and tight."
" Really? Yay! Thanks." The dancer bubbled as she grabbed the dangling set of keys from her sometimes more-then-friend's hand and raced out of the room.
"Just remember to keep the little box around the big 'D' Brit." Santana called after the other girl, never taking her eyes off her target.
Quinn fought the urge to squirm under the knowing scowl locked on her as Santana leaned forward.
"I will get the truth Quinn, the whole truth and we both know it so you can save us both the time and trouble or..." Santana left the sentence hanging in the air as her gaze continued to bore into her prey.
When Quinn, much to her own surprise, failed to crumble, Santana sighed and stood up.
"Fine. If that's the way you want to play this, that's how we'll play it. Just know that what happens next is all on you Q. You bring it on yourself." The Latina prowled to the still open doorway before turning back to her friend.
The Blonde felt a chill run down her spine as her eyes flickered to what she chose to think of as a smile because the only other options that came to mind weren't quite as pleasant.
"And Berry too." Santana finished before slipping out if sight.
"…Shit! Ow ow ow"
