(Sorry It has taken me forever to update! I'm back to writing though, and will hopefully have chapter 7 up soon! Thank you to everyone who continues to read this! Sorry this chapter is a little short, but I have something marvelous coming up!)
Chapter Six
William McKinley High School Pt. Two
Santana pulled her car into one of the last available parking spaces far behind her school. She never wanted to make a habit of being this late, but her thoughts had kept her up most of the night, and hindered her sleep. The images of her and Quinn lying together in Quinn's bed danced across her mind. The touch of the girl's soft lips still lingered on her own. The more she thought about it, the less she wanted to sleep. It took everything she had to not sneak back across the street and kiss her some more. She wondered a lot through the night if Quinn was lying in her bed, thinking the same thoughts that kept Santana from dreaming. "All that time lying awake and you couldn't set an alarm." Santana thought to herself as she threw her car door open and rushed out, grabbing her backpack from the passenger seat. She tossed her backpack over one shoulder, and walked towards the school.
Quinn sat in the gym, occasionally yelling out ascending numbers to keep the other cheerleaders in time with the music. Most practices consisted of Quinn rolling her eyes after each attempt at a dance routine, and Sue yelling at them all to do it again. Quinn's eyes made their way to the clock more often than normal. It wasn't like Santana to miss practice, and Quinn definitely took notice of her absence. As practice was nearing a close, she let out an exasperated sigh. The doors on the side of the gym flew open and Santana waltzed her way through, acting like nothing had happened, like she didn't just show up fifty-six minutes late. "Nice of you to make an appearance, Sandbags. What could have possibly been more important than this practice?" Sue continued to stare the girl down until Santana came within feet of her. "Thought I had bird flu. Turns out I was just hungry. Weird." Quinn and the other Cheerios tried to stifle their laughter, as Sue squinted her eyes at Santana. "Don't miss another practice or you're off the team." Santana rolled her eyes and turned around to face Quinn. "Let's get out of here."
Santana had come up with the idea to eat lunch outside on the bleachers. Quinn, of course, followed suit. All the football players were outside practicing, and Santana liked to watch and make fun of them. "Oh come on! Learn how to catch!" Quinn giggled at Santana's heckling. She laughed even harder when one of the players would respond to it. "Do you do this often?" Quinn inquired. "Around twice a week. Keeps life interesting." Quinn smiled at the brunette, brown hair gleaming in the sunlight. She was the most beautiful girl Quinn had ever set her eyes on. "So, Santana? Can we talk about last night?" Santana furrowed her brow and turned to look at Quinn. "Is this gonna be a bad talk?" "No, no, no. Not at all. I mean, unless…" Quinn's mind had traveled off. "Unless what, Quinn?" "Unless you regret it." Santana scoffed at the remark. "Are you kidding me right now? Why would I regret it? Look at you!" Quinn quickly smiled at the change of emotional direction. "Look," Santana started, "I know that this is completely unconventional, and it's completely new for you, but I really want to take things…a little further." Quinn looked down at her lunch sitting on top of her legs, contemplating her next words. "You mean like, sex?" Santana chuckled at hearing Quinn say that word, like it was so dirty and foreign. "No, silly. I mean unless you want to…" Santana trailed off as Quinn lightly pushed her arm, rocking Santana to the right. "Quinn, I mean we should make this official. Make this an us." Quinn shuffled her feet around on the cold hard bleachers. "Aren't you afraid of what people will say? What they might do to us?" Santana looked away with dejected eyes and a slight frown. "I don't really care what people say about me. They can say all the shit they want. I know who I am." Quinn so admired how brave and courageous Santana was. It's a quality that always made Quinn jealous, because she herself could not be brave, or courageous, enough to face the reality of the hand she had been dealt in life. Suddenly, Santana pushed off of the bleachers, shoving everything she had back in to her backpack. "Santana, what are you…?" "Stop. I get it, alright?" "Get what?" Anger started to flush over Santana's face, her cheeks turned red and her body temperature when up. "You don't want me. Nobody ever did. Well, except Brittany, but even she left me. How could I possibly expect you to?" Santana's voice had gotten so loud that even the football players on the field had turned to look at her. Quinn sat there, frozen, unable to move or speak any words of reason to calm the girl down. "Santana…that's not it at all." Quinn's voice was low, almost a whisper, but Santana wasn't listening anyhow; she was already making her way to the stairs. "Santana, wait!" She didn't turn around. "Santana!" "I'll call you later, Quinn." Santana still didn't bother turning to look at the blonde, and instead mumbled under her breath with just enough volume for Quinn to hear it. Quinn was almost in tears. She could comprehend exactly what had just happened. If there was one thing Quinn Fabray didn't like, it was being pushed to do something she didn't want to do. But was Santana really pushing her, or just asking? Quinn couldn't really tell at this point. All she knew is that she couldn't let the brunette that she finally had within her reach slip away from her.
In the final class of the day, Quinn could hardly pay attention to her English teacher mumbling on about The Great Gatsby. Santana hadn't answered any of her texts, or probably even read them. Quinn raised her hand and asked to excuse herself. She grabbed her things and walked out the door, making way to the restrooms down the hall. She swung open the door and perched herself on top of the counter. She heard a toilet flush, followed by distinct sniffles. One of the stall doors flew open. The freshman girl walked to the sinks to wash her hands, staring at Quinn. "What?" Quinn barked. The girl said nothing, and ran out without even washing the soap from her hands. Quinn let out a heavy sigh, and she heard the sniffles again. Quinn hopped of the counter and walked around to the stalls. "Santana?" Quinn called out. "Go away." Quinn furrowed her brow and leaned up against the wall. "I'm not going anywhere until we can talk about this." The bathroom door opened and another girl walked in. "Out." Quinn and Santana said in perfect unison. The girls eyes widened, and she departed without saying a word. "Just come over after school, please." Santana didn't say a word. "Just say yes and I'll leave you alone." After a few moments of silence, Santana cracked her door open. "Fine, I'll come over. Can you go now?" Quinn nodded and Santana shut and locked the door again. "Well, at least you're making progress." Quinn said internally, as she left the bathroom just as the final bell had rung.