At least her cast was fuckin' awesome. Red with white trimmings, WMHS colors, it wouldn't clash with her Cheerio's uniform. She may not be fit for actual cheerleading, and Sue would no doubt chew her out and find some kind of outlandish punishment to torture her with, but frankly, Santana didn't care one fucking bit.
Her life was shit now, anyways.
Dropping her head, Santana sighed, wanting her pounding headache to go away.
"What am I going to do with you, S?" Quinn asked from the driver's seat, her voice low and slightly admonishing, "Because you're sure as hell not talking to me."
Three years, and she's back? Why?
"I know you have some pretty weird and intense mood swings, but this? If I hadn't come when I did, I doubt you would have been able to use your hand ever again."
What was she supposed to do? Ignore Rachel? McKinley High wasn't big enough to accomplish that, and now glee. Fucking. Glee. Maybe she should quit.
"Great, and you're not even listening to me. I swear, you're going to tell me what bee flew up your ass soon, or I'll make Sue seem like a kitten."
Santana bit her lip, tears once again building behind her eyes. Curling her healthy hand into a tight fist, fingernails digging into her palm, she turned her head and stared out of the window, forcing the tears back.
"This all that girl's fault, isn't it? Hah, I shouldn't even ask. I know it's that freak's fault. As soon as she showed up, looking like Liberace's ugly twin's closet threw up on her, you totally freaked – "
"I'm quitting glee."
Quinn slammed on the breaks. Jerking forward, Santana's cast hit the car door, and she gasped. That pain medication better kick in soon, fucking dammit!
"What the hell, Q?" she shrieked, almost drowned out by the ensuing car horns erupting from behind and around them.
Quinn's glare burned into her skull, adding to the pain of her headache. Signaling and pulling into the parking lot for Lima Carpets, the blonde parked the car and took a deep breath. "Okay, Santana," she started, voice full of anger and something else Santana couldn't make out yet, "I am going to pick up Brittany. Then I am taking the both of you back to my house. I will sit you down, and you will talk to us."
Not waiting for an answer, Quinn started her car up again and pulled back into traffic, now heading in the direction of Brittany's house.
Santana didn't say anything, glaring out the window. That was low, bringing Brittany into this, but it didn't matter. She wasn't going to say anything.
"Hey," Quinn said softly, her tone gentler, and Santana looked over at her, keeping her expression impassive. The blonde reached out and covered Santana's free hand with her own, "I know it has to be something big for you to want to quit glee, but me and Brittany, we – I – will be here for you."
Santana nodded, then pulled her hand away, going back to stare out the window. They wouldn't, couldn't understand. And she still wasn't going to talk to them.
Quinn's sigh was the only sound in the car.