Ch. 4

Santana P.O.V

"So, Rachel, Um, What time should I pick you up?" I asked nervously. Why am I nervous? It's not even a date, Come on Lopez!

"Is 7:30 good for you?" Rachel asked examining my eye. I put my sunglasses back on.

"Yea, it's okay. See, you then" I said trying to sound nonchalant and failing at it. I turned around and headed to the parking lot with Brittany. I unlocked the doors to my 1967 Camaro SS.

"Hey, Britt, when we get to my house, no matter what, promise me you'll stay in the car?" I asked.

"I promise, but why?" Brittany asked. I exhaled.

"My dad hasn't fully accepted my sexuality," I said. Brittany hummed in understanding. I parked in my driveway and exhaled a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Good, that bastard isn't home yet.

"I'll be quick. Just…stay in the car and um, lock the doors," I told Brittany. I unlocked the door fast and ran straight to my room without missing a beat. I grabbed my Nike duffel bag and started stuffing all my clothes, hair products, shoes, and my toothbrush. Thank god for Sue's rush training. I was in and out of my house under 15 minutes. I threw my duffel in the backseat and 360'd off my driveway. I was speeding down the streets to Britt's house hoping I wouldn't pass my father coming home from work or the bar.

I threw my body onto Brittany's bed, exhausted. I closed my eyes for a few seconds. A few minutes later, I think I opened my eyes.

"¿Qué hora es?" I asked Britt. She just looked at me with a puzzled look on her face.

"What time is it?" I asked again this time in Spanish.

"Oh, it's 7:45. I don't want to go to the movies tonight, Lord Tubbington isn't feeling well." Brittany said.

"Shit," I exclaimed, "I was supposed to be at Rachel's house 15 minutes ago. She's gonna be mad." I threw my clothes I had off and threw some really black skinny jeans and a black shirt and some black vans on. What I'm kind of depressed. I threw some mouse in my hair and ran downstairs, grabbed my car keys and jumped in my car and drove off. I made it Rachel's house in less then ten minutes. I knocked once and the door flew open.

"Hey, Rach I'm sorry…I feel asleep at Brittany's and she didn't wake me up and I know we agreed on 7:30 and feel like a total ass for making you wait and extra 15 minutes," I said out of breath.

"It's alright, I'm just you got here. I thought you had forgotten. Now come on everyone's waiting at the movie theatre," She said grabbing my hand and pulling me to my car.

"You are very pushy, Berry," I said playfully as we were driving to the movie theatre

"Oh you love it," She said checking her phone for the millionth time since I started driving.

"Waiting for a text or something?" I asked.

"Yea, Quinn usually text me when she gets home but she hasn't. Should I be worried?" Rachel asked.

"Do you love Quinn?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Yes, more than anyone else in the world," She said.

"Then no, maybe she's really busy with something and forgot," I said. There I go, making excuses for Quinn. The rest of the ride was silent and kind of awkward. We arrived at the movie theatre and who do we see there…Quinn Motherfucking Fabray.

"BABY!" Rachel screeched as she ran into Quinn's arms. I walked over to the group dejectedly. This "group outing" turned into everyone have a date and leave Santana to herself. Great. Puck had Lauren, Sam has Mercedes, Chang 1 has Chang 2 and Kurt had Gay boy Blaine, EVEN Artie had a date. Fuck my life.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" Rachel asked as we sat in the movie theatre. I sat two rows back from the rest of the group, burning holes into Quinn's head.

"Well I just thought whatever I had to do was minuscule, then spending time with you," Quinn said smiling her thousand watt smile.

"I love you," Rachel said.

"I love you more," Quinn said.

"I think that's impossible compared to how much I love you," Rachel said kissing Quinn. I was seriously getting pissed. Calm down, Santana, Rachel was never yours to begin with.

"Hey Fabgay, can you stop eating Rachel's face off because some of us are actually here to see the movie," I said throwing Mike and Ike's at Quinn.

"Sorry, Santana, my girl's lips are so irresistible," Quinn said smirking at me. I wanted to jump over these seats and punch Quinn in her smug face.

"Yea, stop that shit, it can get annoying after awhile," I said irritated. All Quinn did was smirk and focus on the screen. The theatre dimmed and the Beginning of Funny Girl began. Quinn just unleashed a monster inside me worst then Snixx. The reign of Santana has begun and I don't see it ending anytime soon.

Rachel P.O.V

Quinn surprising me made my night. I love her soooooo much. I looked at Quinn, tracing her features with my eyes.

"You're staring," Quinn said smiling.

"Yeah, just soaking in your beauty," I said kissing her cheek.

"I love you Rachel," Quinn said looking me in the eyes.

"I love you too," I said as Quinn leaned in and captured my lips.

"UGH, hey love birds cut it out. It's very hard to pay attention to the movie when you're making smacking noises down there!" Santana complained throwing popcorn at us.

"Hey, if you don't like it, leave" a familiar voice said. Santana looked behind her and saw JBI.

"Maybe I will, because IT WASN'T MY IDEA TO COME TO THIS MOVIE FESTIVAL," Santana announced earning a few hushes.

"Somebody hush me again and I will shove my foot so far up your ass, you'll taste the sole of my shoes!" Santana said getting up and leaving the movie theatre.

"A 'Rachel Berry' exit if I do say so myself," Kurt said. Everyone laughed in agreement. What's up with Santana? I felt like getting up and following her to see if she was alright but Quinn's embrace made me stay.

~A few hours later~

"I have to say, Barbara Streisand will and always be my idol," Kurt said as we exited the theatre.

"Agree, I feel like I can watch those movies over and over. They'll never get old," I said.

"Alright, I'm kind of tired, we should head out," Artie said motioning to his date I never her named.

"Yea, we do have school tomorrow," Mike said.

"Alright, tonight was magnificent, hope everyone had a good time," I said.

"Fantastic time, we should do this again," Blaine said walking with Kurt to his car.

"C'mon babe, I should take you home, don't want your dads thinking I'm a bad girlfriend," Quinn said escorting me to her Honda Civic. It's a good car but Santana's car seems more badass. We arrived at my house and it's like Quinn do something very cliché. She walked me to my door and said the most cliché lines.

"I had a good time tonight," Quinn said or shall I put it "quoted."

"Yea me too. I always have a good with you," I said. Quinn kissed me on my cheek.

"I'll pick you up, tomorrow," Quinn said before leaving.

~I woke up and did my morning routines, took a shower and instead of throwing on some argyle clothing, I settled with some neon blue skinny jeans and one of Quinn's shirts she left here. Change is good. I waited for Quinn and her car's horn to leave the house. Quinn gaped at my outfit choice.

"Wow," Quinn stammered out. I leaned over the center console and kissed Quinn.

"Hello to you too," I said sitting back down and winking at Quinn. Her cheeks were beat red.

"If I didn't know any better, I would say you looked aroused," I said in the most sexiest voice I could muster up.

"I-I…" Quinn didn't even finish her sentence before she was zooming off to school. Today is going to be...interested. I thought with a smirk plastered on my face.

~Santana P.O.V

The reign of terror will commence. I thought as I walked into the school hallways with most of the cheerios behind me holding a Big Gulp cup. They were filled to the rim and they were ready to do some damage. I had so much rage in my eyes people coward away and hid. I was the first one to throw my cup at an unsuspecting freshman and the rain of slushies rained over everyone passed. I had no remorse. If I have to be a heartless bitch then I will. A certain screech caught my attention.

I turned around to see Quinn covered in Grape Slushy. I smirked. Rachel gave me a "WTF look" but I didn't care. Rachel can go take care of her precious girlfriend and I'll be doing my own thing. It was always me against the world.

It was around 5th period when Ms. Pillsbury called me down to her office.

"Santana, come in and take a seat," She said motioning her hand to the seat in front of her.

"So Santana, how's it going?" She asked. I scoffed.

"Cut the Bullshit, you're either gonna tell me why you called me down or I'm gonna leave, simple as that," I said.

"Alright, I called you down because last school year, you weren't at school for the remaining 2 weeks of school. Where were you?" Ms. Pillsbury asked.

"Somewhere," I said.

"Where exactly?" She pushed the question further.

"I was locked up in a psychiatric hospital," I said.

"Why were you there?" She asked. Another fucking question!

"I sent there because my father thought me being a fucking dyke was a mental disorder that needed to be treated!" I said breaking down in tears.