R.I.P Cory Monteith
Chapter3. Soccer and Lesbians
"Yo, we have to pick up our uniforms." Santana said as she, Dianna, Brittany, and the twins walked out of first period. Brittany clapped her hands excitedly; she loved watching Santana play soccer. "Right now?" Charlie asks, doing a caveman and rolling through the hallway.
She does it all the time. There's no point in telling her to stop, she'll just do it again. Taking her skateboard would be pointless, she has like thirty of them at home under her bed. Santana nods, kissing Brittany on the cheek. Dianna rolls her eyes at the display of affection and shakes her head. Brittany catches Dianna, and with a charming grin she gives Dianna a big kiss on the cheek. Dianna cracks a rare smile, playfully pushing the blonde away from her and rubbing her cheek. Only Brittany can get the Ice Queen to warm up. Then again, Brittany can kill anyone will her kind, innocent nature.
"Can you believe Mica? Man, she's going to yell at me 24/7." Quinn said with a sigh.
"Dianna yells at you 24/7." Santana pointed out.
"But I've put up with Dianna for years! I'm immune to it." Quinn said. Dianna glares at her little sister, but decides to hold her tongue. "And that's totally not fair for Mica to pair you back up with Brittany."
Santana smirked. "She knows wassup. She knows not to pair her up with anyone but me. It's like an unwritten law."
"As much as I hate to leave you guys, wait, no I don't. Bye." Dianna said, walking toward the chemistry building.
"What crawled up her ass and died?" Santana said as they continued to walk.
Quinn and Charlie shook their heads with unusually sad eyes. Dianna used to be the sweetest girl in the world. Her kindness once could rival Brittany's. But after their dad left she became bitter, damaged, almost broken. It was no secret that their dad treated Dianna like the princess she always wanted to be and when he abandoned her, she took it hard. Crying for nights, blaming herself and shunning everyone out. He was never around when the twins were born so Quinn and Charlie didn't really know him that well except that his name was Russell, he liked to drink, and he smelled like old spice and cigarettes. She looked at Santana pointedly.
Brittany, Santana, and Dianna had known each other before Quinn and Charlie had known them. They all went to the same cheerleading camp at one point so they know all about Russell. Santana shakes her head. "She's still hurting. I stopped hurting long ago." She said, remembering how her own father left her.
"You hated Anthony, San." Brittany chided.
"He was still my dad though." She squeezed Brittany's hand as they came to a stop in front of the Athletic office. They decided to change the subject instead.
"Why do you hate Rachel so much Quinn?" Brittany asked.
"I don't know. I don't even hate her like that, she just hates me. She just annoys the fuck out of me." Quinn said opening the door. The soccer coach, also Santana's older sister, Suzanna, smiled at them. She was walking back and forth with a clip board, checking off names and assigning positions. "Yo, Suzy. Where's our shit?" Santana barked.
Suzanna rolled her eyes in a very Santana like way. It wasn't hard to tell where she got it from. "Calm down. I've got them right here." Suzy huffed. Brittany disentangled herself from her girlfriend so she could run and give her sister a big hug. Suzy smiled warmly at Brittany and hugged her back tightly. She couldn't help it, everyone loves Brittany. "Hi Suzy." She chirped.
"See Santana? That is how you say hello." Suzy scolded in her thick, Spanish accent.
"I know how to say hello Suzanna." Santana muttered.
Suzy grinned brightly at the twins as she hugged them two. They were all just friends. Quinn and Charlie would never do anything like that to Suzanna, it would break their friendship with Santana. She went over to a box and pulled out the sleek red jerseys and white shorts. She also pulled out red padded socks, mouth pieces, and hair ties.
"Number six for Quinn." Suzy said, handing the younger twin her signature jersey. It had 'Fabray' written in bold white letters above the number. McKinley Titans was written on the front. "Number nine for Charlie." The brunette said with a chuckled as she handed Charlie her jersey. Charlie rubbed the back of her neck with a sheepish smile. "And for my beautiful baby sister, number one." After Suzy had distributed the jerseys she made them sign them off on her chalk board.
"We have a game tomorrow. It's a scrimmage against Carmel High at 6." Suzy explains. "I heard their goalie is really good. Work on your kicks when you get home, yeah?"
"Okay that's it. Oh, Santana do you need a knee brace?" Suzy said.
Brittany's expression saddened a little when she remembered when Santana had hurt her knee last year. It was one of the worst days of her life. Santana rolling in the grass, grabbing her knee and groaning in pain after a hard slide tackle. It was something she also hated about Santana playing soccer.
"Nah, I'm good." Santana assured her sister. Suzy looked skeptical, but decided not to push her into doing anything. Brittany looked like she wanted to say something, but she too decided against it. Suzy gave her little sister a kiss on the cheek before ushering her out of the office. "Don't be late to Spanish Santana."
"I don't even need that fucking class." Santana muttered.
"Watch your mouth." Suzy chided. She ushered the other three out too. She actually shoved Charlie, almost making her fall. Charlie stared at her. "Why'd you push me so hard?"
Suzy's eyes softened. "Because you're special."
"ED." Dianna said as she walked by.
Rachel Berry could not believe Ms. Wright paired her up with that buffoon! Now she had to work with her for another few weeks. The project was an assignment. It was on love and hate. It seemed like Wright did that whole project specifically for her and Quinn. She walked down the hallway with her head held high, glaring up at anyone who dared walk close enough. She spotted her twin talking to Dianna. She stopped and eyed them skeptically.
Dianna was leaning against the lockers with her arms crossed, looking down at Lea as she spoke. Rachel knew her twin was nervous because she kept shifting her weight on her legs. She also knew her sister really liked Dianna. Who couldn't? Dianna was gorgeous, not to mention very intelligent, and carried herself with a slight aura of superiority like herself.
She watched as Dianna said something funny and Lea giggled. Dianna stepped somewhat closer to Lea, bending down so she Lea could tell her something in her ear. Dianna nodded, before walking down the opposite end of the hallway, leaving her sister standing there with a dreamy expression. Rachel marched up to her twin and grabbed her shoulder. Lea turned around startled at first, but when she noticed it was Rachel she relaxed. "What were you talking about?"
Lea grinned. "Why you all up in my grill?"
Rachel's eyebrow twitched. "Lea."
"Fine. Since all of us are basically paired together she said that we should come over and work on the project together and I said okay."
Rachel widened her eyes. Lea agreed to have both of them come to the Fabray house with Quinn and Charlie. "Today?"
"Yeah after school. She said she wants to get it over with." Lea said.
"Lea what is wrong with you! Do you know who I'm paired with?" Rachel practically yelled.
"Don't worry so much. Quinn's harmless." Lea assured her.
"How do you know?"
"Have you noticed that Quinn never asks girls to have sex with her? They practically throw themselves on her. Besides, she's never tried to talk to me or you."
"Because she knows we'll say no."
"Or maybe she don't want to."
Rachel stared at her twin with curious brown eyes. Lea seems awfully chipper. Is this what Dianna made her feel like every time she talked to her? Finn makes her happy, but not as happy as Dianna makes Lea and they don't even date.
"Just give her a chance. Don't be all up in her face with your bitch fits." Lea said. Rachel rolled her eyes at her sister's grammar.
"Fine, we'll go." Rachel agreed reluctantly.
"Yes!" Lea cheered.
"But you need to stop hanging around with Santana."
"How did you-"
"I just know."
BAM. Story continued. You feel me!
