A/N: Hi, so once again, I obviously do not own Glee or AHS; anyway, thanks for reading! Don't forget to review, and I hope you like it. Warning: There is a character who uses an offensive word towards Quinn and Santana for being gay, and I want it to be known that this is the character, and obviously not me; I would never ever say this word, especially not to a gay person.
Quinn's POV
"Are you fucking-"
"Oh, I've always wanted to try one of these," Rachel says, interrupting me.
"Yeah, totally," I say, as Santana's smirk transitions into an eye roll.
She sets the box down on a table that is, just like everything else in the attic, covered in dust. Rachel sits down, criss cross applesauce, and smiles like a little kid. And it's the cutest damn thing I think I've ever seen.
Santana sits right beside her, and I sit on her other side.
Rachel slowly lifts the lid and removes the actual board, discarding the box to the floor.
She kind of sits there for a minute. We all do.
"So, what do you do?" I ask.
"What do you think you do, dumbass. Come on, Q. You've seen the movies," Santana says.
"Well I didn't see you doing anything," I say.
"I was... waiting for someone else to take a turn," She says.
"Jesus, let's just do this," I say.
Rachel smiles. I guess anger is amusing to her; maybe that's why she got along so well with Santana.
Rachel breaths in and out slowly and then places her hands onto the planchette (A/N: the little plastic thing that moves.)
"What should we ask?" I ask.
"Hey, Casper, do you have Skinemax on The Other Side?" Santana asks.
"Santana, don't piss it off," I say, irritable.
"Um, what about... Were you murdered?" Rachel asks.
We all stare at Rachel's hands. Suddenly, there is a small movement, and Rachel's hands move to the word 'yes' on the board.
"Did you move it?" I ask.
Rachel shakes her head.
"No, scout's honor," which should not be nearly as cute as it is in this situation, but she just looked at me with these hug eyes when I asked her if she was lying, and she just looks like this cute little puppy.
"Here, can I try, Rach?" Santana asks Rachel. Funny. I've never seen Santana ask for anything; it's usually more of a demand or a threat. And don't think her shortening of Rachel's name was unnoticed by me.
Rachel nods and moves her bangs out of her face, but they fall back immediately, and Rachel looks so flustered, I let out a little giggle, and she looks at me, and after a short moment, she laughs at herself too. Meanwhile, Santana is staring daggers at me.
Rachel moves the board over to Santana.
"Be nice," I say to her.
She rolls her eyes.
"Sorry about the Skinemax remark. Anyway, were you murdered by a witch?" Santana asks.
The planchette moves over to the 'yes', though this time, a little too quickly, if you ask me.
"You totally moved it, Santana," I say.
"That's bullshit, Fabray," she says. "Calm down,"
"How about you ask what their name is?" Rachel suggests.
Santana and I both visibly become less tense at Rachel's soft voice in our ears. Santana looks to the board.
"Who are you? What's your name?" Santana asks.
K. I. E. R. A.
"Kiera?" I say, my mind immediately wandering to my fellow witch, living just two rooms away from me.
Suddenly, we hear giggling coming from the corner.
"Oh, fuck," Santana says, annoyed. "Are you fucking kidding, Kiera?"
"Well, obviously. Thats kind of the point, genius," Keira's voice comes from where the giggling was just heard as she walks out.
"Jesus, how were you doing that? How long have you been there?" I ask.
"A little longer than you. I skipped out on the field trip and came u here. You're not the only one who," she pauses, suddenly noticing Rachel, who has been sitting, slightly dumbstruck since since Kiera started talking. "Oh, hello. You must be the new girl," Kiera says, almost hungrily.
I open my mouth to speak, but Santana beats me to it, "How, dipshit, we're asking how you did it,"
"Telekinesis," Kiera waves her fingers at the board and it moves to 'D, U, then H'.
"So, what's your name?" Keira sits directly next to Rachel.
"R-Rachel Berry," Rachel says.
"Huh, are you a fag, like these two?" Kiera says, looking at me and Santana.
Rachel, Santana, and I all open our mouths at the same time to say something, but Kiera, again, cuts us off.
"Don't worry if you are. Thy've never been together, ironically enough. I mean you'd think, right? Two lesbians living under the same roof and they've never even given it a shot," Kiera smirks. "They seem to have taken a liking to you, though,"she says maliciously. "I'm sure you've already figured that out, being clairvoyant and all. Cordy told us all this before you got here. You're the most interesting thing that's happened to this house since, jesus, I don't even know how long," Kiera smiles, a genuine smile, which is made all the more creepy, because she never does that.
She takes a strand of (a very uncomfortable) Rachel's hair between her fingers and twirls it before standing up and leaving. "This is gonna be a fun year, isn't it."
"God, I hat that bitch," Santana says.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
Rachel nod. "Who is she?" Rachel asks.
"Oh, that's Kiera," I say.
"I gathered," Rachel says.
"She's just a bitch; nobody knows why, really. She's rich and she doesn't have any of those my parents worked too much and never loved me shit. I guess she just likes being a bitch," Santana says.
A/N: Ugh, soooooo sorry about the long wait, short chapter and utter lack of Faberry, which I did promise, but it's been a while since I posted, and I promise that the next chapter will be almost more like a part two of this and also WILL INCLUDE EVEN MORE FABERRY TO MAKE UP FOR THIS CHAPTER, I SWEAR! Anyway, thanks for reading, don't forget to review!
