Sunday had left both girls in an awkward head space. They were both torn between ridiculously happy and absolutely freaked out. Santana was worried that she just messed up another friendship, but what she was really worried about was that she could actually see herself with the head cheerio. Plus, there was the whole Quinn was pregnant by her best-friend and dating his best-friend. Quinn sat in church listening to the pastor drone on about sin and Jesus. When she left Santana's house earlier that morning she was actually happy... for the first time since, well for the first time in a long time. Then reality came crashing down on her; she was 16 and pregnant, she was stuck in a relationship with a guy she did not like (and knocked up by his best friend), and she had a crush on a girl.
By Monday morning both girls had worn themselves out over-thinking the events of the weekend. Santana hurried into school quickly depositing her backpack and jacket in her locker before heading to English class. She walked in scanning the room that was already filled with students. She walked over to her normal seat next to Quinn. She reaches the desk and places her textbook down causing Quinn to look up from her ipod. The blond girl smiles taking the headphones out of her ears as Santana sat down.
"Hey." Santana smiled, looking over at the blond girl taking in her dark circles.
"Hi." She replied, turning to lean her head against her propped up hand.
"You look tired." Santana points out, pulling the pen out of her hair causing it to cascade down around her shoulders.
"Yeah. Did not sleep well." Quinn says, trying to hide the fact she was mesmerized by the simple beauty.
"Good Morning Class, please open your books to page 162." the teacher exclaimed. Santana opened her book and slid it in-front of her and Quinn. Quinn slid her chair closer to the other girl, dropping her hand onto her lap then slowly inched it onto Santana's lap. Santana's head snapped to the side, when she saw Quinn's lips quirk into a smile she dropped her hand and intertwined their fingers under the table. They stayed like that until class ended, both girls got up and hesitated before leaving. Quinn looked around the now empty classroom before leaning in and pecking the latina's lips.
"I've been wanting to do that all class." She admitted, shyly biting her lip. Santana smiled and brushed a stray piece of hair behind the girls ear. "We should go. But, I'll see you at Glee?"
"Yeah." Santana smiled walking into the hall with Quinn. She winked at her before heading off to her next class.
Puck walked up to Santana before Glee rehearsal started pulling her towards the edge of the room.
"Jesus, Puck." Santana exclaimed, "Caveman much?"
"Why didn't you pick up your phone after the party?" He asked, his eyes darting around the room.
"Because I have a life?" She quipped, "What the hell is wrong with you, man?"
"I saw Finn hook up with Rachel." he admitted.
"Dude!" Santana stated loudly, before lowering her voice. "Seriously?"
"I can't believe it. He's with Quinn."
A fact that Santana had been trying to ignore since Saturday. "Wow. Like group needs anymore drama."
"...What did she do now?" rolled his eyes when he saw Brittany all over Mike.
"Nothing." Honestly, Santana had not meant to reference Brittany. "Oh well. She kissed me again Saturday. but, I pushed her away and left." Her eyes wandered behind Pucks head as she noticed Quinn, Rachel and Tina walk in the choir room. "Whatever. Go deal with Finn. I'll see if I can talk to Berry." Santana sighed, leaning against the wall, her eyes locked with Quinn's. She pushed herself off the wall and walked over to the chairs. The rest of the glee club filed in for rehearsal; Santana sat in the last row of chairs, Brittany and Mike sat holding hands to her right Quinn sat on the stool off to the left near Kurt and Mercedes. Finn and Puck sat in the front, Santana had positioned herself directly behind Rachel.
She leaned in when Mr. Schuester was attempting to show the boys a new dance move, "Listen up, I know what happened at Puck's party." Santana didn't need to see the girls face to know she had blanched, "You have one of two options; A. You and Finn will tell Quinn what happened ASAP or B. I will tell Quinn what happened and then I will feed you to Sue Sylvester's Venus fly trap piece by piece. She's already going through enough, she deserves the truth." Santana sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. During the break, Santana watched Rachel pull Finn into the hallway; a few minutes later he came and got Quinn from the rehearsal.
Several minutes later, Quinn pushes the door open and grabs her bag off the floor. She looks up at Santana, "Come with me." she requests, her voice somewhere between desperation and commanding. Santana jumps up and grabs her bag, they walk out of the room not before Santana can shoulder check Finn as he tries to re-enter. Quinn basically runs to the parking lot with Santana following right behind her.
"I'm such an idiot." Quinn exclaims, slamming the car door closed. "I should have dumped him months ago."
"I'm sorry." Santana says, not really knowing what else to do.
"Don't be. He's a loser." She sighs, "I thought she wanted to be my friend. But, she was using me to get close to him. How ridiculous is that!"
"Come on." Santana says, pulling out of the parking lot and heading to her house.
Santana parked and they both got out of the car automatically climbing the stairs to her room. Quinn walked in first with Santana closing the door behind them. Quinn sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her hair out of her ponytail.
"I told Finn." Quinn whispered, Santana stopped and turned around to face her. "About the baby." Santana moves to kneel in-front of the blond girl. Quinn's eyes welled with tears, she avoided eye-contact with the latina. Santana moved closer resting her hands on the blonds bare knee's. "He called me a whore."
Santana was up like a shot, "I'm gonna freaking kill him!" She exclaimed looking around to find her keys.
"What are you doing?" Quinn asked, shocked at the reaction she was getting.
"I'm gonna go kick his ass." Santana replied, securing her keys into her hand. Quinn's hand was pulling her back before she could get out of the bedroom. "Quinn!" Santana questioned as the blond pulled her to the bed.
"Stay." Quinn demanded, pushing her down. "Don't worry about him."
"But. He's wrong. Your not... He has no right to say that!" Santana huffs, leaning back against the wall. "He slept with Rachel."
"Yeah. I slept with Puck..." Quinn reminds her, "I never slept with Finn, so he can't decided if he's relieved or pissed." Quinn scooted back to sit next to the other cheerleader. "Everyone will forgive him for cheating on me... He does not have to deal with the guilt growing under his sweater."
"Screw everyone else." Santana whispered, as she took her hand. Quinn looked over and smiled slightly before moving her hand to her lips and gently kissing it.
"What are we doing?" She whispered, her eyes seeking out darker ones.
"I don't know." Santana sighed, her head falling. "Do you want to stop? To go back to the way it was before?"
Quinn sat quiet for a moment, looking at their intertwined hands. "Am I a replacement for Brittany?" Santana's head shot up, her face contorted in confusion. She quickly detached her hand from the blonds.
"Am I a replacement for Puck?" Santana spat, rolling off the bed.
"Wait Santana." Quinn exclaimed, the Latina turned around and put her hands on her hips expectantly. "I didn't mean it like that. Come here." Quinn stretched her hand out and pulled the reluctant girl back to her. "I'm sorry." She wrapped her arms around her. "I shouldn't have said that. I just meant, you two were close then stopped. I don't want that to happen with us, I know she tried to come onto you at the Party."
"Yeah. I walked away." Santana replied, leaning back into the blonds arms a bit.
"I told her not to play with your head anymore; I told her that she needed to back off." Quinn admitted, Santana laughed a little bit. "What?"
"I did the same thing to Berry. Puck told me about the thing right before Glee, and I told Rachel if they didn't tell you i'd feed her to Sue's Venus fly trap." Santana replied, looking over her shoulder to Quinn.
"This is so screwed up." Quinn laughs, leaning in to kiss Santana. She turned around in the blonds embrace, leaning in an deepening the kiss. Santana's hands cup the blonds face taking the opportunity for her tongue to trace the crease of her lips. Quinn sighed, allowing the darker girl access, the kiss turned heated and Quinn lowered herself back down onto the bed. Santana hovered slightly above her, her hips ever so slightly touching Quinn's. Her hands came up and settled at the base of Santana's cheerios uniform top, every so often allowing her nails to trace against soft skin. Santana pulled away to catch her breath, she rested her forehead against Quinn's. Quinn pushes her hands up under the top causing Santana's eyes to flutter closed, she pulled the girl down to rest beside her.
"Screw everyone else." Quinn reiterated smiling at the girl.