AN:So, I'm going to be honest with you... This chapter was not easy to write, but here it is. Enjoy and please review! :)
When Santana got home, she immediately logged into MySpace to send Rachel a message about her latest video. Today, the midget was performing a song that went quite well with the song they performed at the assembly. The small girl was singing I Like You by Katy B. Santana smirked at the girl's attempts to be sexy, it was almost, sort of cute, not that Santana would ever admit it.
Second_Star_2_the_Right: Somebody trying to be sexy? I'm pretty sure nothing could top your assembly performance ;) Where did you learn those moves? It was almost like you were tryin to seduce me ;)
The reply came almost instantly.
Star_In_Training: The assembly was quite something and what do you mean "trying" to be sexy, I nailed the song. Anyway, did the assembly make you want to join? We need members who can sing! Plus, how can I be trying to seduce you if, I have no clue who you are. I'm going to try to guess who you are and one day I'll be right. First guess, are you a Cheerio? The Cheerio's had the best view :)
Santana's fingers fluidly typed out what seemed to be a decent reply. There was no way the girl was going to figure her out just yet.
Second_Star_2_the_Right: Sorry, not gonna happen. I was gonna join, but then, I saw that oaf stumbling everywhere. If I was going to join, then, everyone better be great. I don't do anything halfway ;) As for the Cheerios, maybe I'm on the team, but maybe I'm not.
Santana got the notification that Rachel signed off, and she smiled, pleased with the interaction. There was no way, that the girl would know that she is actually-for some deranged reason- already in glee club.
Santana closed MySpace and instead, logged into Netflix and began watching the new season of Orange is the New black. How was it possible that each season was better than the last? The hours flew by and Santana continued to watch, even after her mom and dad went to bed.
The Lopez household was silent. It was 1:00 am and Santana was still up in her room watching the newest season Orange is the New Black, with her headphones in and volume turned all the way up. Normally, said teenage girl would be fast asleep, but how could anyone resist the Netflix series? The peace and tranquility was shattered when, Santana's cellphone began to ring. Seeing if was Quinn, she paused her beloved show to answer her phone. It was quite unusual for her to receive a call this early in the morning.
"What do you want Q? Don't you know what time it is?!" The only sound the Latina could hear was her friend sobbing quite loudly. The sobs were completely incoherent, and though she would never admit it, Santana was quite worried. After many hiccups and heart wrenching sobs, a coherent sentence was formed.
"I-I need y-you, S-San." Santana hung up the phone quietly and grabbed her coat. Whenever a member of the trinity said that they needed someone, no questions were asked. Santana thought she was sneaky and attempted to sneak through the garage quietly, but she was found out. Her mother was standing in the doorway with a tired look.
"Where do you think you're going SantÃ?" Maribel was not one to beat around the bush, much like Santana. If you asked Maribel though, she would adamantly deny that Santana's frankness came from her.
"Quinn needs me." Maribel just nodded and waved her off. Santana was too stubborn, there was no way that she wasn't going to Quinn. Santana briefly smiled and jumped into her car and sped out of her driveway. Quinn only lived 10 minutes away, and if Santana was driving it was more like 5 minutes. Santana was recklessly turning, almost running 3 red lights, but she finally ended up in the Fabray's driveway. Quinn's parents had always been ridiculously heavy sleepers, not even noticing that their beloved daughter constantly snuck out to got Santana's house to have a sleepover or to a crazy house party.
Quinn was standing in the driveway, her face was red and blotchy, fresh tears freely flowing down her face. Santana immediately jumped out of her car, slamming the door shut. Santana cradled Quinn, not even caring that they were still in the girl's driveway. Santana gently raised Quinn's chin so they were eye to eye.
"Who do I need to beat up tomorrow?" Quinn for whatever reason found it hilarious that Santana was threatening to beat up someone for her mistake. Quinn began to laugh in a hysterical manner, completely terrifying the tanned girl.
"Puck a-and..." Santana was furious. Anyone with eyes could see that Puck wanted to get in Quinn's pants. Santana cursed under her breath, if Fuckerman did anything to Quinn, Snixx will have to pay him a special little visit. Santana forced her tone to remain neutral, she didn't need to scare the poor girl.
"Who else? Puck and who? Just give me a name and I'll make sure they never get within his 20 feet of you." Quinn calmed down slightly, Santana was suprsingly great at comforting her, plus she was so warm in the autumn night.
"M-me..." Santana had a bad feeling that this would happen. The next time she sees Puck she'll make sure that he is neutered. Quinn let out another heart wrenching sob and collapsed into Santana's arms.
"Shh... Quinn, don't worry... You're going to be okay I-I promise." Santana didn't know why she made a promise to Quinn, there was no way that she could protect her from the judgement of everybody in this stupid cow town. She would, however, have a nice talk with Puckereman.
"I can't tell Finn! He'll be so sad and run into the midget's grubby little arms." She did have a point, but Santana knew, not even Finn was stupid enough to think that the thing wa his. Santana didn't really care, she just wanted to help Quinn. She quickly texted Britt saying that Quinn is going to sleep at her house. Brittany always had an open, no questions asked house. If Santana took Quinn home, her mom would most likely ask way too many questions. Santana walked Quinn to her car and drove like a mad woman to Britt's house. Brittany was already standing in the doorway waiting for them with a sad smile on her face. Once Quinn was settled she left to go home. All this emotional stuff wore her out.
Her mom was sitting in the family room waiting for Santana to return home.
"Is everything okay with Quinn?"
"No." Santana climbed up the stairs and flopped on her bed. The clock next to her read 2:23 am, she still had 3 1/2 hours to try to fall asleep.
When morning came, Santana suppressed the image of Quinn sobbing her eyes out, and she further tightened her Cheerio's style ponytail a tad tighter than normal. Her parents were still asleep when Santana left.
Rachel was nervous walking into glee. Today was the first practice where the Unholy Trinty would be present. Why was it that no matter how low on the social ladder she was, the Unholy Trinity still insisted on ruining her life. Rachel sat primly on her usual seat and took out her phone. She opened up a chat with Second_Star_2_the_Right.
Star_In_Training: Good morning! I was wondering if you could post a video of you singing again. I'm trying to come up with new song ideas and if your posters are anything to go by then, you have good music taste.
Second_Star_2_the_Right: Good music taste? My music taste is fuckin gold. You wanna hear me sing again? Are you sure you just want to hear my beautiful voice? ;)
Rachel blushed,which was something that didn't happen all that much. Rachel as performer saw her fair share of people changing in and out of costumes. Almost nothing embarrassed her so, she was shocked that a simple comment made her blush.
Before she could put her phone away, in strolled Santana, Brittany, and Quinn, looking like they wanted to be anywhere, but the choir room.
"Who are you texting Troll? It's not like anyone would actually want to communicate with you." Rachel sighed. Wasn't Quinn disproving her own point by talking to her? Mr. Schue walked in with a goofy grin on his face.
"First off, I would like to welcome glee clubs newest members, Santana, Brittany, and Quinn. All of them will show you what they got, and trust me when I say they are talented." Mercedes and Kurt's eyes blew up yo the size of golf balls while, Finn sat there looking lovingly into Quinn's eyes.
Meanwhile, Santana was going into internal panic mode, but she figured as long as she sang a different song with a different tone, the Hobbit wouldn't suspect a thing. Santana volunteered to go first, the sooner she got this over with, the sooner she can zone out. Santana thought of Puck as thought of what song to band somehow knew exactly what song to play. Santana's natural raspiness came out as she sang the first line.
He's a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
Oh oh oh
He's been tellin' lies
He's a lover boy at play
He don't play by the rules
Oh oh oh
Girl don't play the fool-no
All of the glee club seems shocked that the fiery Latina could actually sing. Quinn looked down and Rachel was lost in thought, just staring at Santana as she sang.
You're the one givin' up the love
Anytime he needs it
But you turn your back and then he's off and runnin' with the crowd
You're the one to sacrifice
Anything to please him
Do you really think he thinks about you when he's out
He's a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
Oh oh oh
He's been tellin' lies
He's a lover boy at play
He don't play by rules
Oh oh oh
Girl don't play the fool-no
The Hobbit was now beginning to smile and it worried Santana. Did the girl know who she was on MySpace? Santana paused for a second but continued anyway.
It was only late last night
He was out there sneakin'
Then he called you up to check that you were waiting by the phone
All the world's a candy store
He's been trick or treatin'
When it comes to true love girl with him there's no one home
Rachel started to nod a long to the lyrics and sing softly. Santana ended the song abruptly and began to make her way to her seat when, Mr. Schuster called her back to the center of the room.
"To make sure we are aware of our flaws, after each performance the audience has to critique the performance so, we can all grow as performers." Santana groaned. She didn't need to hear the glee club's opinion, she knew she was at least the most talented member of glee. Rachel's hand shot up right away, of course the girl would be happy to critique Santana's performance.
"Personally I feel that, you were occasionally flat, but nothing that can't be fixed with my superior vocal coaching. Your performance epwas lacking emotional depth, but that is to be expected." Santana crossed her fingers and hoped that the Hobbit didn't realize that she pretty much said the same thing on MySpace.