Alright, so I am really really really REALLY sorry for the delay in posting this. I have been swamped with course work, and sadly it's not getting much better. That being I really don't know how often I am going to be able to update. This chapter is kinda a filler, kinda not, its lead to the next one so please bear with its shortness. As always, I am very thankful for your reviews, they keep me writing, seriously if I didn't get them I wouldn't bother posting.
Chapter 3
The next few weeks proved good for Quinn. Her drinking was still apparent, but apart from that Brittany and Santana had noticed a considerable change in her attitude. Quinn was back in Glee, she was hanging out with them again, and above all else, the stolen stares at Rachel were starting to increase.
Quinn's attraction towards Rachel had grown increasingly more obvious to not just the cheerleaders, but to Quinn as well. Quinn was starting to notice things about Rachel she hadn't before. She loved how short Rachel was, she loved her chocolate eyes, she loved the face she made when she sang, and she loved how dramatic the girl could be. In fact, her attraction towards Rachel had changed so much she was even starting to like her stupid argyle clothes.
It wasn't much different for Rachel either. She as well indulged herself in the presence of Quinn Fabray. She was taller than Rachel, which she liked, she had the most amazing hazel eyes, and the most beautiful blonde hair she had ever seen, which she imagined to be quiet soft as well. Rachel just really really liked Quinn, and nothing, not even Glee, could get the girl out of her head.
At that very moment, in Glee rehearsal, the two had been glancing at each other, making sure to turn away when the other one noticed. Every time this happened, they would both smile, which Santana and Brittany had taken notice of.
" This is ridicules, they are practically doing each other in the middle of rehearsal" Santana mumbled, only loud enough so Brittany could hear.
" Come on S, I think it's cute " Brittany whispered.
" That doesn't change the fact that it's ridiculous, I don't understand why they just dont admit it to each other and make out" The Latina pouted, which made Brittany giggle.
A few Glee members turned their heads to give Brittany a look, who had laughed during Mr. Shue's lecture on the importance of disco. Santana, being the protective, more like aggressive person she was, stared down every single one of them until they turned their heads, practically cowering at Santana's wrath.
"Well maybe we just need to push them a little farther" Brittany said, quieter this time so nobody could hear.
Santana slouched in her chair "Why do we have to do everything"
The first part of Brittany and Santana's plan involved getting the girls to admit they had feelings for the other. They would start separately, and then move on to getting them to say it to each other.
The two girls were currently waiting in the parking lot for Quinn to go to her car, which was conveniently in an isolated area, so if she tried to run no one would notice them tackle her. The girls knew the blonde always chose to leave her last class late so she could avoid the mass amounts of people swarming in the hallways. When it came to rumors, things with Quinn had cooled down, however the girl had grown to be more antisocial and she typically liked to avoid large crowds.
The ex-cheerio strolled out at 3:45, and Brittany and Santana were ready to corner her. They waited until she got into her car, then when she wasn't looking, they jumped in. Santana was on the passenger side, and Brittany was in the back.
" Jesus you scared me" Quinn had jumped almost a mile in her seat.
"The old Quinn Fabray would have never used the lord's name in vain, hell I defiantly like the new you better" Santana smirked.
Brittany slapped Santana upside the head playfully " Be nice S"
"Could you two get out of my car, I have to be somewhere"
" No you don't, you always go straight home on Mondays" Brittany said, causing Quinn to frown, she was right, Quinn really didn't have to be anywhere.
"Ok fine, why are you in my car" Quinn said, exasperated.
" We need an answer from you, it's a simple yes or no question, and if you refuse to answer just know I'll get it out of you some way or another" said the almost predatorial Latina.
Brittany leaned over Quinn's seat " Do you like Rachel" the blonde asked.
"And when B says "like" she means, do you want to have sex with her"
Quinn was completely flabbergasted by the question; it was so out of the blue she just sat there, trying to get words to form on her lips.
Quinn's expression actually made Santana laugh hysterically.
"Oh that is just too cute, I'm glad you finally admitted it" said Brittany, who had taken the silence as admittance.
" Come on B, let's go, we have our answer" said Santana, who was still laughing hysterically as they left the car.
"Shit" Quinn said aloud as she banged her head against the back of her seat.
Always meddling
Rachel stood in front of the mirror in the girl's bathroom. Her face was stoic and covered in grape slushie, which despite being her favorite flavor, she really detested. The drink was sticky, full of empty calories, and above all, it was in her hair. But the girl took it with grace, like she had learned to do every time she was hit by a cherry, grape, and blue raspberry menace.
She had been scrubbing furiously for about ten minutes when the door opened and in stepped Brittany and Santana.
" Purple doesn't really do much for you complexion" said Santana, who was leaning against the sink next to Rachel.
Rachel didn't respond, she was used to girls being catty.
"Let me help" said Brittany, who had taken the towel from Rachel.
"It's fine, you don't need…" Rachel didn't finish though, because Brittany had just pulled up a chair, making the girl sit in front of the sink. The blonde leaned the girls head back, gently running the water through her hair.
"Really I don't need your help"
"That's apparent, just shut up and let Brittany clean you off"
Santana got a major Déjà vu when she felt another slap to the side of her head " Be nice S"
"Sorry B" Santana pouted.
"No don't say sorry to me" Brittany was practically wagging her finger at the girl.
Santana pouted even more "Sorry Rachel"
This made Rachel smile, Santana may have seemed to be the dominant one in the relationship, but she was so whipped.
Brittany continued to wipe away the purple sugar in Rachel's hair and on her face. When she was done she pulled out a bag Rachel hadn't noticed she had been holding.
"You can wear my extra change of clothes" she pulled out a simple yellow dress from the duffel "Here you are, go change" she smiled, handing the change of clothes to the brunette.
Rachel followed her orders, changing in a stall, skeptical as to why the girls were helping her in the first place. Brittany had always been kind enough to her, but when it came to Santana, well that was a different story.
Rachel exited the stall clad in Brittany's dress "Thanks, I am truly indebted to your altruism"
Brittany's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Santana leaned over, whispering something in her ear, making Brittany light up.
" Your welcome" she beamed.
Rachel headed to the door, intending to go to the class she was almost a half an hour late for. However, Santana blocked her way.
"Uhh listen I'm really happy you helped me and all, but I don't intend to miss any more of class because I don't want to have to do make up work and the teacher doesn't like me much so he might fail me and I really really really don't want that to happen." Rachel rambled.
" Don't think we helped you purely out of "altruism" Rachel Berry" Santana was back to her predatorial stance.
Rachel's mouth gaped.
Brittany would have said something to counter Santana, however the blonde really didn't understand what altruism meant.
Santana continued "You have a thing for Quinn, all we want you to do is admit it".
Rachels face turned an almost violent red as the blood rushed to her cheeks.
No No No how does anyone know, this isn't supposed to happen, I was just looking, she was drunk I had to help her, no I can't let people find out, what will my friends think, what about my Dad's…well actually I guess they won't care much.
" Just as I thought" Brittany said as she took in Rachel's reaction.
Santana smirked "Don't worry Berry we won't tell, come on B let's get going" she said, beckoning for the blonde to follow.
Once they had left, Rachel frowned "Oh no"