Hey guys! Okay, I'm back. I wished to have had this up sooner, but Homecoming was this week! Sooo much fun. This chapter here is the longest I've ever written for this story. Enjoy! Oh, and by the way, if the spacing seems screwed up, it's all FF's fault. It was being a bitch. :P The song is Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.) by Katy Perry, as the glee club had agreed on in Chapter 1. This was actually supposed to be chapter 2, but more ideas and songs kept brewing. And when you're done reading, leave me a review and tell me what you want to happen for the Halloween chapter, I'm thinking about explaining more stuff via Holly Holiday.
Brittany walked beside Santana, scanning the halls for the short diva. They had gone halfway through their school day so far, and nobody had seen Quinn yet. The blonde had also not come to school yesterday, too. Rachel was at her locker, throwing her books in angrily.
"Rach, oh my gosh, don't hurt your books; they have feelings, too," Brittany said, stopping beside the brunette.
"Quinn hasn't attended any of her classes today," Rachel growled, slamming her locker.
"Woah, calm down short stack. Q's gonna come back when she can," Santana said quickly, maybe just a slightly bit scared of the diva's temper.
"And Ms. Holiday gets to sit on her lazy ass when this is all her fault she's missing!" she shrieked.
Santana was about to open her mouth to defend the sub, because it really wasn't all her fault, but Brittany said first, "Come and eat lunch with us," the blonde smiled. "You can share my vegan cookie with me."
"See how nice B's bein'?" Santana widened her eyes at Rachel. "You don't wanna make her sad," the Latina said in an innocent voice, but her eyes showed everything.
"Sure, why not," Rachel grumbled, starting to walk with them down the hall. "It's not like we could be in the choir room practicing for this Friday's assembly," she finished sarcastically. She turned to look at the room they had been in two night's before, glaring at it. If she could get her small hands around that substitute's throat she would-
"Rach! Here's some of my cookie!" Brittany's bubbly voice interrupted her violent thoughts. Half of an iced duck cookie was placed in her palm.
"Why thank you, Brittany." The brunette teen set the cookie aside for later, deciding to eat it after she finished her salad. But fifteen minutes later she had barely touched her it, so Santana nudged her.
"This has got ya majorly upset, ain't it?" the Latina asked, any tones of anger, annoyance, sarcasm, rudeness, and hatred gone. Just pure sympathy.
"What do you think?" Rachel said miserably, pushing the salad towards the Cheerio. Santana took a bite and spit it back out with a disgusted look on her face.
"Well, at least eat the cookie, no wonder you weren't touchin' this, it's awful," Santana suggested as she complained loudly.
The brunette popped the broken cookie in her mouth, smiling a little. It wasreally good.
"Britt, did you make these yourself?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah, I'm really getting into cooking," the blonde dancer mumbled around the salad that had once been Rachel's and then Santana's.
"Her cupcakes are amazing," Santana said as Mercedes and Finn walked up behind them.
"H-hi Rachel," the big dumb-ass muttered.
"Hello, Finn," she replied cooly, not having time for Finn's terrible flirtations.
"Cut it out, Finn," Mercedes rolled her eyes, putting a hand on her hip. "Mr. Schue wants us to stay later than usual so we can get the choreography down," she told them.
"Thank you, Mercedes for informing us ahead of time," Rachel gave a fake smile, too anxious to think about anything else but the blonde.
"Hey, do you know if Quinn is here today?" Tina had walked up and stopped by their table, her brow creased.
"If Quinn misses too much she might not be able to participate in the assembly."
"No, we haven't heard from her since the weekend," Rachel said a little more harshly than she intended. Tina and Mercedes noticed the disgruntled attitude of the usual, sometimes annoyingly, perky starlet and turned to leave. If only made her anger worse to see Finn still standing there, smiling and practically drooling like the village idiot.
"Well, er, call her and see if she's okay, I guess," Mercedes awkwardly threw over her shoulder, catching sight of Finn in the process. She stalked back over to drag the oaf along with her in the direction of where they had been sitting with Kurt, Mike, and Sam.
"We should call Quinn's house and see what her mom says," Brittany announced, swallowing the last bite of salad.
"And if she isn't back, then what do we do? 'Oh, Ms. Fabray, your daughter has been missing since Friday night, we're sorry we didn't tell you, it's only because she's turning into a vampire!'" Rachel hissed the last part at them, bending closer down to the table so nobody could overhear.
"Point," Santana said, biting her lip in thought, an idea brewing.
"Alright!" Mr. Schuester called out, the bell's ringing having ended. "Brittany and Mike will run most of the choreography through a couple of times, then see how much you guys remember. Okay?"
Brittany and Mike jumped forward, walking a couple feet and then turning around to face their classmates. Santana smiled at her girl as the blonde dancer grinned back, bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet.
"Quinn's still gone?" Mr. Schue asked, looking back down at the roster and then back up, not seeing the blonde.
The students gave off a collective murmur, nodding.
"Well, let's get started," he said affirmatively.
About two hours later, a good portion of the choreography had been gone over, and they were all feeling more confident about the dance. Solos were given out, the theme of their outfits decided, and the length of the number. Rachel was preferably tired, her mind exhausted, too. She hadn't requested a solo, she was thatmessed up, as Santana had put it.
The fiery Latina had left in a hurry, Rachel having watched her kiss Brittany before smiling at her and leaving quickly. Brittany stood beside the diva, waiting for her to gather up her books in her arms, only shrugging when Rachel gave her a questioning glance.
The blinds were drawn, only tiny slits of light coming into the room. Quinn lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. All she felt was Rachel, in her mind, heart, body, soul, everywhere. But the vampire lay by herself.
She had returned home the night before, telling her mother she had been studying for her life at Brittany's this whole time and had come down with a nasty cold soon after, not that she had been off in the hills and forest trying to figure herself out. She had realized this morning that even though she craved to taste rabbit blood again, food was still satisfying, luckily.
The knock at her door made her want to hide under the blankets deeper, but she poked her head out and said icily, "Come in."
Her mother slipped in, closing the door behind her. "You have a visitor," her mother said meekly, having been snapped at multiple times by the younger blonde since her arrival home. Quinn knew her mom would push it to the back of her head, excusing it as her daughter just not feeling all too well.
"Who is it?" Quinn demanded. But before the blonde could finish her sentence, her mother left and in came the smiling Latina. "Go away, Santana," she grumbled, retreating back under the covers.
"Hey, Q," the brunette began, "I'm so glad to see you're back." Her voice was calm and kind.
"Why would you care?" Quinn spat out from under the covers.
Santana came to sit on the bed beside the form under the blankets. "You're my friend, Quinn. We've known each other forever. Why would I not care?"
"Just leave, Santana. I don't want to see anyone right at the moment."
Santana sighed loudly. "Quinn, we know what's up."
The voice that came from the blonde now was not hurtful, mean, rude, or biting. Just pure scared. "W-what? You do?"
"Yes. And it will be fine. We can help you."
"Who's we?" The blonde's voice cracked.
"Me, Britt, Ms. Holiday. And Rach knows, too." The Latina reached out to put her hand reassuringly on the blonde's hip, and was alerted with the shaking of the blonde's body, fully aware that she was crying violently when she heard the wracked sobs.
Santana started to pull back the covers, but Quinn quickly pulled them back. "I don't want you to see me," she heard in a break of the crying. The sobs continued uncontrollably.
"Aw, Quinn," Santana murmured. She stood up and lifted the covers, crawling under. She wiped the tears off of the blonde girl's face, and pulled her closer, feeling the blonde as she trembled. They stayed like that for a few minutes while the girl expelled her emotions, weary and tired, yet relieved when she was done.
"Santana," Quinn sighed shakily. "I want to come back tomorrow, but I don't know if I can."
"You can come back when you're ready," The Latina reassured her, running her hands through her hair, but stopping abruptly to smell it. "Quinn! When was the last time you showered?"
"Friday morning."
"Alright, you take a shower as soon as I leave. And-"
"I'm coming back," the blonde piped up. She had thrown the covers back so she could sit up, holding hands with the Latina. "I need to see Rachel. I just need to see her face."
Santana could see a number of emotions in the blonde's intensified hazel eyes, but the biggest one was love. "You're so gay for her," the brunette laughed lightly. She watched as the blonde tried to hide something of a smile as she brought up the covers to hide her face.
Brittany jumped out of her seat so excitedly she almost knocked Finn over and gripped Quinn tightly in her arms. "QUINN!"
The shorter blonde smiled a little, looking up at the bubbly blonde dancer. "Hey," she murmured.
"You're back!"
"Yeah, I am."
"Are you okay?" The blonde's eyes filled with worry and concern.
"I'll be fine," she reassured her. Her hazel eyes looked everywhere for the diva, but only saw Finn, Brittany, Mercedes and Tina in the room so far. Quinn had had to make up a few tests so she had been gone at lunch and not able to find Rachel. Santana had convinced her to come to school today, and the more she had thought of being able to see Rachel, the better she felt. But she had to stay away from her for the diva's own good.
"Where's Santana?" Quinn asked, all of a sudden breathless.
"Here!" She spun around quickly to see the Latina striding into the room, face flushed from walking so rapidly over to the choir room. Rachel was in tow, being led by Santana, looking anxiously around the room for her interest.
When Rachel's eyes met Quinn's scared hazel ones, she stopped walking abruptly, Santana tugging on her so they could move towards Quinn and Brittany. The diva gulped before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and walking forward briskly.
"Quinn," Rachel said hopefully, staring at the blonde who did not meet her eyes.
"Rach," Quinn replied solemnly, still averting her eyes.
"Welcome back," Rachel smiled.
"Mhmm," Quinn murmured, turning around to go and sit by herself.
Rachel wondered why the blonde looked so depressed. She was back with her friends, and seemed to be okay. Her heart broke into a million pieces to see the despondent girl all alone.
Quinn wasn't just alone, sitting by herself in the choir room, but alone in her heart too. But she had chosen to be that way to protect the thing she loved most. Her diva slumped in her chair, flanked by Brittany and Santana. Every once in a while, she could see out of the corner of her eye when either of them would turn around in their chairs to look back at her, but Quinn stared off in a separate direction.
She picked up the choreography quickly, and Mr. Schue invited for her to join them in the performance for the assembly the next day. Quinn thought why not, and was standing beside Kurt and Mercedes as they talked over the costumes, which were to be like sexy catholic school girl outfits and nice blazers for the guys, since all the solos were given to girls this time. Well, besides Kurt.
The blonde girl watched with unbearable longing at the diva, who's dancing made her almost quiver in her seat, the grinding the diva did against Brittany sending her insane. Quinn was awestruck at the way Rachel fluidly moved her body, her eyes staying a little bit too long on the girl's butt.
Santana walking past blocked her view, and when she looked up to see who had, the Latina's eyes were filled with humor. Quinn sneered at Santana before folding her arms and turning in her seat.
Rachel stood back up, winded from all the grinding she and Brittany were doing.
"Is this really necessary, Britt?" The diva asked, confused.
"Yep, you need to learn how to dance inapropro the right way," Brittany said, dragging herself down Rachel and back up again.
"Won't Santana be a little, um… hesitant about this? With you and me doing all this grinding up against each other?"
"Nope, Santi trusts me. And she knows you love Q anyway," Brittany stated matter-of-factly.
Rachel's heart started pounding with alertness when she saw the Latina come into view. She wasn't exactly headed in their direction but she would be heading past them. She did notwant Santana to go all Lima Heights on her. But when the other brunette walked past, she wasn't looking at them, but at Quinn, Mercedes, and Kurt's little huddle, a smirk on her face as she looked back ahead as she continued across the room. Rachel leaned over to catch a glance of Quinn turning in her chair to face the other direction.
The brunette girl quickly glanced at the hem of the blonde's short dress, hoping to catch a glimpse of more thigh or possible underwear. She mentally slapped herself for thinking such thoughts about Quinn, but wasn't able to punish herself too hard when she saw polka-dotted fabric as the blonde vampire got up and went over to Tina, completely and utterly leaving Rachel speechless and just as dance-less.
The next day was the assembly. All the glee kids were hopping around, practicing their moves, shouting excitedly, and grinning like mad, all except Quinn and Rachel, who of course, tried to play it off to their classmates and act as bubbly as possible for a new vampire and a heartbroken girl.
They were allowed by their teachers to spend the period before lunch to practice, Mr. Schue wanting to impress the freshmen for the welcome back assembly. Then there was lunch, and various glee clubbers brought their food from the cafeteria to finish preparations while they ate.
The guys were adjusting their blazers as the girls rushed around the room, fixing each other's hair and makeup. Santana stood by Quinn, waiting impatiently for the others to hurry up. Brittany was going over the dance moves with Rachel and Puck just to be sure, and then made her way over to them.
"I'm seriously not waiting for this shit," Santana said, tapping her foot, which Brittany knew was out of nervousness. Quinn held an emotionless expression as the Latina complained, Rachel standing wearily over by Puck and Lauren as she watched the three.
"Okay, everybody out!" Mr. Schuester walked in, signaling for them to leave. Brittany walked happily next to her girlfriend, strutting down the hall past scurrying students heading for the auditorium. New Directions made the kids part in the hall, for once looking extremely fierce and sexy in their finally approved outfits.
The guys were fresh and prim, hair slicked back, smiling and winking at other girls as they walked, but the girls really stole the show, bringing up the back, hips swaying as they walked in their Brittany Spears-esque plaid black and white catholic school girl skirts, pink and green blouses buttoned low to reveal skimpy silver bras. Knee highs accompanied simple black shinny heels, the click of them sounding throughout the hallway as they moved. Makeup for them was heavy, black eyeliner and bright lipstick, glitter blushing their cheeks and chest. Rachel's hair was in a pony tail, the same for Brittany and Santana too, and swayed smoothly as she walked, power filling her insides at the expected performance. Quinn's had a nice messy quality to it, her short hair bouncing lightly as she strode.
Backstage, the kids listened anxiously as Principal Figgins droned on about the new school year. Soon enough, they were announced throughout the gym, and they confidently walked out onto the stage. Lights dimmed, and as they did, Rachel and Quinn both risked a glance at each other from their positions parallel to each other. Sincerity poured from it, their thoughts finally running loose right in front of them. The look of sadness could all too well be seen on Quinn's face, and when Rachel gave the blonde a small smile, she was ultimately surprised to receive something of almost a smile back. It was progress.
The music started, going on for a few seconds before Santana jumped out from their formation, belting out loud and clear.
There's a stranger in my bed,
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbie's on the barbeque
Is this a hickie or a bruise?
Kurt skipped forward, quickly coming in right on cue.
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Damn
All of the glee club joined in, dancing and singing cheerfully.
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop
Whoa-oh-oah
This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
Mercedes strode to center stage, Kurt winking at her approvingly as the big girl made her stake.
Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor
Ripped my favorite party dress
Warrant's out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail
Kurt again took up the same lines, looking proud and smiling merrily as he came up beside his best friend.
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Damn
Once again, New Directions joined in with their soloists, bringing a full-forced powerful, threatening, energy-filled performance.
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois
Last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop
Whoa-oh-oah
This Friday night
Do it all again
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
Do it all again
This Friday night
Santana ran forward to join Kurt and Mercedes, all three motioning for the crowd to join in on the chanting before running back to their spots and resuming.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
Rachel looked over to see Quinn having a ball, the blonde smiling back widely, continuing her dancing and as both smiled on. Brittany came up suddenly and started grinding back to back with Rachel, Quinn beaming brightly at her friends as she continued her steps.
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois
Last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop
Whoa-oh-oah
This Friday night
Do it all again
Cheering erupted from the crowd, kids standing and screeching as loud as possible, the glee club members grinning wildly and waving at their audience. Somehow, the student body always enjoyed their performances, but ended up hating them again the same day. So they learned to enjoy it as it came.
They rushed backstage when Principal Figgins came back on, slightly stunned, but clapping like a fool as they quickly dispersed.
They howled with triumph, high off of the adrenaline of performing, all running back to the choir room.
"Quinn!" Rachel jogged toward Quinn, for a moment not remembering their conflict. Her eyes were wide with happiness, but when she met Quinn's, she was met with an expressionless face, just as before. Rachel's heart plummeted, leaving her in the dark, hazel eyes standing out against the black curtain in front of her.
Even though the blonde's face revealed nothing, her mind was a mess, just pure chaos. Quinn wanted to do last Friday night all over again. The tickling, the movie, the sugar high, "strip poker", the things that went on under the blankets, the impromptu singing, leap frog, and the kiss that sent Quinn over the edge. She had kissed a girl and definitely liked it and would do it all again.
"Qui-" the diva's voice started off worried, but rose to a shriek as Santana smacked her ass as she passed, causing the brunette to jump forward, throwing a protest over her shoulder at the fiery Latina.
Rachel was pulled up against Quinn, her lips connecting with the blonde's in a fury of passion. They were pressed fully up against one another, Quinn putting everything she had into the kiss. Rachel's hands snaked into her mussed hair, pulling Quinn deeper in. The blonde happily obliged, an arm wrapping around the brunette's waist, both of them tightly pushed together. Sparks flew when Quinn's tongue seeped into the diva's mouth, a small moan coming from Rachel as she let her tongue intertwine with the blonde's. They had to lean back, gasping for breath as they searched each other's eyes, looking for something, anything.
"My house tonight?" Quinn begged breathlessly. She would do it all again this Friday night.
Now this, this was progress.
Rachel only nodded, leaning back in for another heated kiss.
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