Title: The Little Things [Chapter 4]
Rating: Drug use, violence
Word count: 2451

Note: All POV's remain the same, until otherwise indicated.

Chapter 4

3 weeks later

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The last bell of the school day had yet to ring, and the grounds remained empty. All students were in their classes, bar several. Far under the bleachers, in an area hidden away to all but those who selectively knew about it, sat 6 teenagers. 4 girls, and two boys, all giggling about something or other. Rachel was sitting in the lap of her boyfriend, Puck, who sat next to his best friend, Finn. On Puck's other side sits Quinn. On Finn's other side sits Brittany, leaving Santana in the middle of Brittany and Quinn; the usual formation. The 6 pass around a smoke, all stoned out of their minds.

Sam

I walk underneath the bleachers, further and further along, bobbing my head to the beat of my earphones. The song ends, and giggling draws me from my music. I pull the earphones from my ears and shove them in my pocket. My feet gravitate towards the noise. A loud laugh makes me jump and I peek around the side of some large boxes. At the sight of my stoned friends I just sigh and rub at my temples. "Really guys, really" I say loudly. I snort at the response I receive. "Look, a talking fish!" Finn exclaims, whilst Puck and Rachel just fall over laughing. "Hey, Saaammmyyy, Sam Sam. Howya dooin Sammmy" Santana says to me, falling backwards as she attempts to turn around. "Come join us Sammy" Brittany says, crawling over Santana to grab at the blunt. She fails however and just falls onto her instead, as Quinn lets out silent sobs of laughter; dropping it in the process.

I just gaze at them all, moving my eyes slowly over each one. I let loose a smirk, "you know I would, but I'm on my last warning. They catch me on school grounds, I'm gone." I stayed silent a moment, hoping they were able to understand what I meant, even under their haze. I just sigh and continue, "you guys shouldn't either ya know. Puck, you're just out of juvie. Brittany, ya mama catch you and you really are screwed. Santana...Quinn I can't believe you sometimes, you know she's not aloud near any of this stuff." Quinn let loose a pitiful reply, "it's ok Sammy, I can protect her." I can only shake my head. "And I thought you were the responsible one." I hate being the responsible one I think to myself as I go to pull Brittany off of Santana.

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Sam manages to drag Brittany to the side, so she lay beside Santana who was drawing patterns in the air above her. Santana turns her head once she becomes aware she's no longer alone on the floor, and sends her a large dopey grin that sits unusually calm on her face. Brittany returns the grin, holding up her hand and extending her pinkie towards her. Santana returns the invitation and speaks in a quiet steady tone. "You're so pretty Brittany, you're so beautiful." Brittany's eyes widen, whilst Santana lays there seemingly unaware of what she said. The heads of Puck, Finn, Rachel and Sam snap in their direction as Quinn draws out of her haze to let out a hateful hiss.

She jumps up and grabs Santana's arm, pulling her up. Quinn drags her lower lip through her teeth and sends a deadly glare towards Brittany, ignoring Santana's small protest at her vice like grip on her arm. "Stay away from her" she growls at the taller blonde. When she makes to move towards her, in a somewhat violent fashion, Finn steps forward demanding that he leave her girlfriend alone. At the word 'girlfriend' two things happen. First, Quinn snorts in disbelief, how can the boy be so dumb? The second, Rachel narrows her eyes, confused as to the thoughts that entered her mind. What is he talking about, I'm his girlfriend? Wait what...no...

Turning her gaze back towards her still slightly hazy girlfriend, she leans close and talks quickly to her, her voice dangerously low. "You really like testing my patience don't you. You are mine, I own you, and if you persist on forgetting that, then I guess I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, another one."

Sam tries to stand in Quinn's way as she marches off, dragging Santana along with her, her arm at an awkward angle and feet missing every other step. "Shit guys, Q looks pissed, we better go after her" Puck says, pulling Rachel up. "Why not leave them be, they'll sort out their own problems, it's not ours" Finn says, his voice spiteful. Brittany turns and glares at him, "how dare you. I've had enough of your damn issues with Santana, Finn" she snarls, turning heel and running off after Quinn. Sam and Puck follow shortly, along with Finn who now feels worried he was just dumped. Lastly follows a confused Rachel, trying to order her thoughts. Trying to rid herself of memories that don't belong to her, or at least, she thinks they don't.

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I laugh at the scene playing out on the screen. "How curious, I honestly didn't expect you to come to realise after such a short time, I guess I'll have to convince you otherwise. After all, Rachel Berry, you are selfish, and you will do anything to play out your dreams. Don't think I don't know what they are." I let out a maniacal grin, oh yes, you can't win. This is my game.

Normal: Quinn

The blonde power walks towards the car park, dragging her girlfriend behind her. Upon reaching the silent car park, Quinn yanks Santana's arm, pushing her again a car; Quinn's car to be exact. Santana leans against the car, holding herself up with one hand on the bonnet, preventing her shaky legs from collapsing beneath her. She just watches, blank faced, at the familiar sight of Quinn pacing angrily in front of her- occasionally letting out words uttered too fast to hear. Quinn stops pacing nearly as quickly as she began, sharply turning to face her companion. They stare at each other a moment before Quinn lets out a shaky voice and begins to talk.

Brittany

I jog out from the Bleachers, twisting around, attempting to find any sign of where they might have gone. I register the rest behind me. I continue forward, and the closer I get to the car park, I can make out two figures. I don't need to look hard to know it's them. I stop, watching a few moments, as the rest catch up. "Boys, get gone." I don't even turn around to address them. I hear a grunt from Puck and Sam, their acknowledgment. "Hey, Britt...we're ok right, I mean, ya know, I don't mean to get upset about Santana and-" Finn starts babbling behind me and I zone him out. I turn around and tell him to get lost; he walks off looking like some sort of rejected puppy. Pathetic. I just roll my eyes.

I lock my gaze with Rachel, and we both nod, heading into the car park. I briefly note that whatever battle she was fighting with herself minutes ago is gone, and she is all Rachel again. My expression morphs into a frown, I swear to god Q, if you've done anything to her...

Quinn

"What is wrong with you Santana, aren't I enough?" Hearing the words from my own mouth, even I had to admit, it sounded strange. My voice didn't waver, but it sounded hurt, not at all angry like I felt. I watched her closely, no verbal response; she drops her eyes to the floor. My head tilts to the right, and I take a step towards her, "well? I just want us to be happy S, that's not so wrong is it?" Again no response, she doesn't even look up. My head processes a million things, and I feel lost for a moment. I sigh, realizing that I'll never get through to her like that, that's not what Brittany would do. My own head laughs at me, and I just focus on my breathing for several moments, attempting to calm my anger.

I take another step forward, and place my hand under her chin. I gaze into her eyes again, and resist the urge to smile. "Maybe I over-reacted, I'm sorry San." I see her lips twitch a moment, and I send a smile her way. I drop my hand and step back a little. "It's just..." I look down a moment, before looking back, hesitating before I speak. I want her to agree herself, I don't want to have to force her, oh lord knows I need her to agree herself...but somehow... I look in her eyes and pull a curtain over my insecurities, anger returns.

Santana is mine, it doesn't matter what she thinks. "I don't think you should hang out with Brittany so much." I see her eyes widen, teeth pull at her bottom lip, and her gaze almost makes me want to take back my words. Almost. I look away from her eyes; it makes it easier to be Quinn Fabray, HBIC, when I don't have to look in her eyes. "She's a bad influence, and it's hurting us. I know you're friends, but honestly, it's not worth it, and she's not worth it." I say, turning back to her with a laugh.

I nearly narrow my eyes as I become aware of voices coming ever closer, voices too familiar at this moment in time. Jesus Christ, what is wrong with her. My attention is drawn back to my girl as she lets out a hurt "what?" I roll my eyes, and step back into her space, pushing against her. Gazing in her eyes, I repeat myself. "You are not going to hang out with Brittany anymore. She is a bad influence." I felt surprised when she responded, I thought she had more sense than that, she knows what I'm like. "You can't tell me what to do."

I freeze when I feel hands on my chest, pushing me back. "Brittany is my best friend, you can't just tell me I can't be around her." I lick my lip and clench my right fist, the left rising to rest on my chest, chin leaning on my clenched hand. I begin to laugh, but stop at her next words. "I need her in my life." I glare at her a moment as I'm overwhelmed by anger. I try to remember who I am, but her words, her actions, their friendship; it all just slides in front of my eyes, next thing I know, I'm pouncing at her and I don't really remember who I am anymore.

Brittany

I'm standing just a little away, listening to their conversation, or should I say Quinn's orders? The moment I see her lunge at Santana, I run forward too. It wasn't even a conscious decision, I would do anything for that girl. Quinn grabs Santana by her shirt, pulling her from the car and throwing her against the ground. "You need her! You. Need. Her. What about me? Did you ever think about me?" I ignore her last words, and their implications, managing to grab her from behind and swing her 180, away from Santana. As I twist I catch a glimpse of Rachel leaning against another car, watching on almost amused. I should have known. I let go of Quinn and cast my eyes to Santana. She lies on the floor, and I begin to panic when I realise she isn't moving.

I drag my eyes back to Quinn when she growls at me. "This is none of your business Pierce." "You made it my business when you decided to hurt her." She pauses, and I begin to back up, keeping my eyes on her. "What about me Brittany, did you even consider how it makes me feel when you're all over my girl? I thought we were friends, but all you ever do is drag her away from me, and now, she's never been further away" I turn my eyes away from her, and feel relief when I realise Santana is breathing. I place a hand on her shoulder, and look back up at Quinn. "You have a right to be hurt Quinn, but you have no right to hurt her when your problem is me." I hear Quinn snort, and she begins walking forward, "fine, whatever. Santana get up, we're going."

By the time she's walked over, I'm standing over her, a hand clenching Quinn's top. "No Quinn, I don't think you understand. First of all, you are not going to touch her ever again. Second, you have a right to be hurt Quinn, but it's not me who did this to us." Quinn retracts back, frustration written all over her face, but her eyes betrayed her, I could see the curiosity, "what are you talking about Pierce?" I stand back, and wipe my face of all emotion. Looking down at Quinn I speak clearly, "I didn't do anything to Santana...but she did." I throw my eyes behind me and watch as Quinn follows my gaze to the form of Rachel, who is looking in our direction curiously. I narrow my eyes as Quinn just backs off, getting into her car and leaving the school, all without a sound.

Rachel

I become suspicious the moment their conversation dies down, and I can no longer hear their words. Then, their eyes fix in my direction and I worry, what if she knows? Quinn leaves, and the same fear comes over me again, what if she knows? I watch carefully, as I decipher their actions, their words I could not hear.

Brittany picks up Santana, hugging her against her chest, and begins to walk over. "What did you say to Quinn? She left rather easily." I got angsty when she ignored me. "I'm taking Santana home." She puts her in the car, the one I'm leaning against, and gets in. I get off from the car, walking off a way. I'm about to leave when she pulls the window down and calls to me. "Rachel. I know what you did to her, and now so does Quinn. Watch out, because if you come near her again..."

She doesn't finish her sentence, she just drives off. As her car disappears from sight, I become aware of two things. The first, we've only actually been at school 2 hours. The second, that I've absolutely no idea what she is talking about, and that the question circling my mind may have an answer, but I don't know what I've done. My eyes widen as I realize, how could I have forgotten!