B/N: Maths class is boring like hell. That's why this is the second chapter in one day. So this one is more about Santana planning how to get Quinn to be her girlfriend with Mercedes and Kurt's help.
As I get home I see a note on the kitchen table saying my parents won't be home before midnight because my dad's taking my mom on a date. Putting the note back on the table I go to the living room and call Mercedes. I need to ask her if she'll help me with my plan to get Quinn to be my girlfriend. 'C'mon, Cedes. Pick up. Pick up.' I say under my breath as I sit on the couch. 'What up?' Comes her usual answer and I never was this happy for hearing her voice. 'Hey, Mercedes. Santana here. Do you remember when you said 'anytime, that's what friends are all about'?' 'Hey, girl. Yes, I remember. It was just this afternoon.' I roll my eyes at her. 'Why?' I bit my lip as I answer. 'Well, today in Spanish class I realized Quinn's not my girl and I want her to be my girl and I was wondering if you'd help me ask once Berry said I'm the guy in the relationship.' I say as I finish my mini ramble. I can practically hear her smirk as she answers me. 'I'll help you. You got anything in mind already?' 'Trevante.' Is my one word answer. No need to say more when she knows exactly what I'm talking about, right? 'That's a great idea! I assume you're singing 'Be My Girl'?' 'That's the plan.' I answer. 'Can you meet me at mine tonight so we can work on it?' 'Sure, as long as I can take Kurt along. I promised him a sleepover tonight.' Kurt? Awesome. He'll help me with what clothes to wear. 'Yeah, Kurt can defiantly come. What time can you two be ready?' I ask. 'I'll be done in 20. Your parents are okay with it?' 'Yeah, they're on a date. They won't be home before midnight.' 'You call Kurt and tell him to meet at yours instead, okay? I'm gonna go get ready. Bye' 'Sure. Bye, Cedes.' I say as I hang up and call Kurt. After what feels like an eternity he answers. 'She's dead. It's her son.' I fake a horrified gasp. 'Oh, no! What happened?' I say in a mocking tone. 'Hello, Santana.' He greets. 'Hey, Kurt. I'm just calling to let you know the sleepover was changed to my place.' I say back. 'May I ask why?' 'I need help to ask Quinn to be my girlfriend. I want it to be the best girlfriend request she ever had.' I answer. 'So what are you doing?' 'I'm using my kick ass voice to get to her.' I say in a cocky voice. 'And why would I help you?' 'Because I'll let you choose the clothes I'll wear.' Comes the immediate response. 'Any clothes I want?' I'm actually scared of saying what I'm about to say but I'll be so nervous tomorrow I might use the most awful clothes in my closet or even worst, go in pjs. 'Yes, Kurt, any clothes.' I hear him squeal with delight. 'Does that mean you're coming?' 'I'll be there in 10.' Comes the high pitched answer as he hangs up before I can say anything else.
I throw my phone to the living room table as I grab the remote and start switching channels before deciding on a documentary about reptiles. I was actually interested in hearing about the snakes that fight against alligators. The bitches have guts. I hear the bell ring. I scream 'Coming!' as I shut the TV. I get up and open the door. As soon as I do so I get dragged to my room by Kurt before I can actually say anything. He seats on my chair and finally talks. 'So, shall we start choosing what clothes you're going to wear tomorrow in your serenade to Quinn?' He asks practically jumping up and down on the chair. I roll my eyes at him. 'Why do I have the feeling you're more interested in this than me?' I ask him in a mocking voice. 'Because I am!' He says while clapping his hands together. 'I was joking, you know?' 'Well, I wasn't.' He says, clearly not minding at all I was joking. I stare at him with my arms crossed in front of him for a few minutes while he just squeals on his seat. Finally I roll my eyes at him and say. 'Ugh, go. Invade my closet already.' The minute I end talking he jumps from his seat and speeds up in front of my closet. The bell rings again. I turn around and I'm about to leave my room but I look at Kurt and say. 'The mess you make? You'll clean.' He nods absently at me and just throws his right hand in my direction as if saying me to get the door. I roll my eyes at him, again.
As I get downstairs I open the door. It's Mercedes. 'Hey, come in.' 'Hey.' She says back as she walks in and I shut the door behind us. 'Kurt's already invading my closet.' She chuckles. 'What did you told him? That he can choose any clothes he wants?' She asks mockingly and I look away. She stops in her tracks and spoons around. 'You actually told him that?' She asks with a expression that is making me start to regret saying that to Kurt. 'Maybe.' I answer. 'Sister, you'll regret it.' Mercedes says as she turns around and we walk up the stairs to my room. As I open the door I see most of my closet in the bed, chairs, floor and- why the fuck do I have shirts hanging on the window? 'I already regret it.' I say under my breath so that only Mercedes can hear. 'What the hell happened to my room, Kurt?' I say as I walk to my closet, who he is currently staring at, as if trying to make something show up in front of him by stare. 'I'm reorganized it.' He says. 'More like you cleaned it.' I say back. 'Oh, just start with the song you're singing to Quinn and let me try to find something for you to wear.' I groan at him and sit in the floor. Not like I have much of a choice where to sit. Mercedes already found a spot to sit in the floor next to mine. We start talking about the choreography and the chorus and- I got hit by something in the head. I take the piece of clothe out of my head and look at it. It's the 'Lebanese' shirt Brittany gave me for me to sing in Glee with the rest of the guys. She wanted me to embrace who I was. 'Try it on.' I hear Kurt's voice behind me. I look at him and nod as I take my jacket of and dress the shirt on top of the tank top I have on. I see him and Mercedes looking at me. 'Well?' I ask impatiently. Kurt puts his hand up and goes to my bed. Probably to fish something from the pile of clothes. He grabs a pair of black tight jeans and throws them at me. 'Go, dress. I need to see how it looks.' He says while pulling me up and practically throwing me to the bathroom. I take the jeans I was wearing of and both the shirts. Then I dress just the Lebanese shirt and the black jeans Kurt gave me. I look smokin'. I think to myself as I go back to my room and clean my throat since Kurt and Mercedes are talking. They look at me and gasp. 'You look…' Mercedes starts 'Hot.' Kurt finishes for her. I smirk at him. 'And coming from me that's quite a complement.' I laugh at that and say. 'So, does that mean I should wear this when I sing to Quinn?' They both shake their heads furiously. 'Uh?' I ask confused. 'Didn't you said I –' Mercedes interrupts me. 'Girl, you should wear that tomorrow. The whole day.' The whole day? 'Why?' 'Because there is nothing better to show the girl you love you are into her then using a shirt that says you're gay the whole day at school.' Kurt steps in. damn Kurt, why is he always right? But it would show Quinn how much I want to be with her. I nod at them. 'Okay. I'll wear it tomorrow.' 'Really?' they both ask with smiles on they're faces. 'Yeah. I'm just gonna take this and switch to my pjs already.' I turn to the door but I stop when I have the hand on the handle. 'Oh, and Kurt? Clean this mess.' I walk away. Mu phone buzzes in the bathroom, where I left him when I changed.
1 new text from 'Quinn'
Crap, I was so worried about never having clothes again I forgot to text Quinn! I think as I open the text.
Why haven't I got a text yet :(
I text my apologies.
I'm sorry, Q. Kurt and Mercedes showed up and I forgot because I was thinking about killing Kurt for making my room such a mess. I'm really sorry :(
Not a minute later I get a text back.
It's okay, San. Don't worry about it. :) Would you pick me up tomorrow?
I sigh of relief. How did I got lucky enough for her not to be mad at me? Again? I think as I write my reply.
Anything for you, girl ;). Is 8 okay?
8's great. Thanks :) I gotta study now. I love you xoxo
I smile at her answer and text back 'I love you too, Quinn. Bye xoxo', grab my phone and leave the bathroom. When I come back my room is clear of clothes. I'll have to check my closet later. Kurt is already in his pjs and Mercedes goes to the bathroom once I get there. We spent the rest of the day watching horror movies and seeing Kurt squeal with terror every freaking time someone died or was eaten by a zombie. When they were busy talking about a hot boy from school I sneaked to my closet and sighed a sigh of relief when I saw my clothes were all in there. At least I don't have to kill them after they helped me out. That would be just rude. When it was 11h30 I got a sleeping bag from my parents closet to Kurt to sleep in and Mercedes and I shared my king sized bed. I fall asleep with just one thought in mind. Tomorrow this Lebanese is showing she loves Quinn.
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