Quintana 21: Thanks. And to think that the idea came from a dream I had (In my stories, Quinn always takes my place)
Boringsiot: Haha I'm not even sure what Quinn's going to do with all the dirt. I guess we will both have to see what happens.
Brittana2: I'm glad you think that. I might just change the 2nd genre to humor. It was originally drama but because of your review, I think humor fits better.
KM: Thank you. Keep in mind Santana will fire back. These two just love fighting fire with fire. And I think the only characters that will be somewhat out of character are Quinn's parent's. So far, her parents will not be as conservative as they are in the show.
Thank you all for your reviews. My last story didn't get as many reviews so it feels great to be getting all your reviews. They are like virtual hugs, high fives, fist pounds and applauses. Keep it up because there are plenty more chapters to come. Sorry I haven't updated in a few days. I was moving out of my dorm so I was out of town for a couple days and I wasn't about to try writing another chapter from my phone. Autocorrect hasn't been on my side lately.
-Penny
Chapter 4: The Start of the Battle of Quinntana
Practice ended and I made sure that Santana saw me changing after she finished her shower. I watched her struggle with her locker and fail to open it quite a few times. I sat there wrapped in a towel pretending to be texting. She was clearly distracted and I was pretty sure I knew what was distracting her. "Having trouble, Lopez?"
"Mind your own business, Fabray" She said, putting emphasis on my last name.
"Im just saying, you seem really distracted. Clearly, something's on your mind since you can't manage to open your locker."
"I suck at opening lockers. Piss off!"
I stripped my towel off and began to slowly get dressed with my back facing her. Looking in the mirror hung up on my locker door, I saw a reflection of Santana checking out my backside. I used this to my advantage. While still getting dressed, I threw a random question her way.
"So Lopez, do you think you could come early to next practice. I could use some help opening the boxes with the new team uniforms. I need someone to sort which uniforms go to who." I didn't get a response. I turned around only wearing my underwear, jeans and a black and navy blue leopard print push up bra. Santana was in a gaze, mouth slightly open and all. She even had a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth. "Hello? Anybody there?"
"S-sorry. Did uhh you like say something? I uh I was busy trying to open my damn locker."
"I just asked you if you can come early to the next practice. I neeā¦" I started to repeat myself but then She interrupted me.
"Nope. I have something to do with the Cheerios."
"You are a Cheerio?"
"Again, Mind your own business."
"Well sorryyyyyy."
"I used to be on the cheerios before I made the basketball team. Coach Sue had me try out the summer before my freshman year. Then I made the basketball team a few months after the school year started and I tried to quit the cheerios but Coach sue liked me too much so she agreed to let me be a part-time cheerio. I only have to follow the cheerio dress code when it isn't basketball season and I only compete and practice after basketball season. Happy?" She said sharply.
"But wait. If you are only a cheerio when basketball season is over then how come..."
"Seriously, Fabray? I don't have all day to chit chat with you and even if I did have the time, I wouldn't be wasting it talking to you."
"Would you pipe the fuck down?! Didn't mommy and daddy teach you that it's rude to interrupt!?" I fired back.
"Didn't your parents ever tell you that its rude to steal someone's title as team captain? Didn't they teach you to mind your own fucking business?"
"Didn't your parents teach you not to lie? A little birdie told me that you don't even have ADD. Oh perhaps coach GAVE me the team captain title because I deserved it."
"You better watch your back, princess. They don't call me satan for nothing."
The next day I walked into school when I saw Brittany. She noticed me and scurried over to me. "Omygosh Quinn! Have you seen Santana?"
"No, Why?"
"Last night, I accidently turned off my cell phone and now I can't figure out how to turn it off. I need Santana to help me turn it on."
"If you want, I could try to help you turn it on."
"Really?"
"Of course. Let me see your phone." She handed me her phone and I held the power button down for a few seconds and her phone lit up.
"Ohmygosh! You did it! Thank you so much!" She started to walk away but then turned back around. "Oh wait, I almost forgot! I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping with me this Friday. I was supposed to go shopping with Santana but she had to cancel because her grandma is coming to town. I really wanna go shopping and you seem really nice and I wanna be friends with you."
"Sounds like fun. I'd love to go shopping." We exchanged numbers and she left to go find Santana. I turned to put some books in my locker when I felt this Ice cold liquid hit my face. Purple liquid covered my face and hair while staining my clothing. I look around to see Santana laughing at me with an empty slushee cup in her hand.
"You think you are so above everyone just because you took my spot as team captian? You just the new kid here. This is my school. The Cheerios are the queen bees of the school and the Football and Hockey jocks are second in command. You piss me off and I make your life a living hell, understand?" She sneered at me. She spun on her heels to turn around, whipping her hair in my face and walked away dropping the empty cup by my feet. What Santana doesn't know is that I don't get mad. I get even..
Out of nowhere I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to see a short brunette girl about my age. "I'm so sorry you had to endure a slushee. Usually only the loosers get slushee facials. From what I've heard, you are the new girls basketball team captain so there shouldn't be any reason you should be getting a slushee facial. I'm Rachel Berry, by the way. Captain of the Glee club and receiver of the most slushee facials. I have heard a lot about you. First and foremost, I want to congratulate you on earning the basketball team captain position and I wish you good luck with bringing the team to victory."
"Thank you. And believe me, the team needs a lot of work."
"Well as much as I would like to poke fun at McCinley's sham of a girls' basketball team, I highly advise that you clean the slushee off before it dries. As a frequent slushee facial receiver, I would be glad to assist you. I even have a change of clothes if you would like to borrow it." She lead me to the nearest bathroom and helped me clean the purple syrup off.
"So is there any reason Santana slusheed you?"
"Santana and I don't get along. I took her spot as team captain and we have been at each other's necks ever since."
"I see. Santana isn't too fond of the Glee club so I get a fair share of her wrath as well."
"She's quite good at holding grudges I see."
"Indeed." Rachel handed me a plain t-shirt. Luckily, my jeans were still clean since I doubt Rachel and I wear the same size in pants. I thanked her for the help and then we parted ways while I thought of ways to get back at Santana.
Friday came before I knew it and soon, I was driving Brittany to the mall. She could barely sit still in the passenger seat. "So Britt, tell me about Santana. I have yet to see the nice side of her because she keeps shutting me out."
"Yeah. Santana tends to do that when she meets new people. She puts on this tough face but like I said, she's a total softie behind it all. Kinda like Shrek. Except Shrek likes a lot of gross things and Santana is a total girl when it comes to bugs and gross stuff like that. One time, I caught a grasshopper with my bare hands in my backyard back in middle school. When I showed San my new friend, she screamed and started crying until I let the grasshopper go. I miss him. Ohmygod there was one time that she came over and my mom made us cookies. It turns out Santana was allergic to cinnamon and my mom used cinnamon in the cookies. I think that was the same day that I caught Mr. Jumps-a-lot, the grasshopper."
Bingo. I knew if I let Brittany ramble on, I would get just the information I needed. It's on, Santana. Let the games begin.
AN: If you could figure out my Jenna Marbles quote, you get a shout out in the next next time, Stay golden, my trusty readers.
