23 December 2012

Yesterday stuck in her mind. She couldn't get rid of the image of waking up with Quinn in her arms, how beautiful she looked, the way her face was so serene when she was asleep, then how her face scrunched up a little as she started to wake up. Then she flashed to the memory of Quinn storming out of her house and slamming the door behind her and all Santana felt was regret. She regretted telling Quinn that she didn't want a relationship, she regretted blowing Quinn off like she meant nothing but most of all she regretted not chasing Quinn.

However, Santana was not going to admit that to anybody now. Santana Lopez is no feelings person, emotions just hurt too much. Well that was her experience anyway. So maybe she was a little cynical, but who cares.

"What's done is done." She mumbled to herself as Puck walked into the lounge.

"Huh?" Puck asked.

"If I were speaking to you then I wouldn't be mumbling now would I Puckerman. Now would you leave me the hell alone!" Santana snapped at him.

"Dam someone's a little hormonal. Care to cool down Lopez."

"Whatever Puckerman, let's just go, we got work."

Puck followed Santana out the door with a slightly shell-shocked expression on his face. He had been sure that when he got back Santana would be in a good mood. She had a date with Quinn after all. He hoped that Santana hadn't screwed up a good thing again.

Santana and Puck drove to the bar in complete silence. Santana stared out the window and Puck kept his eyes on the road. Occasionally he would glance over at Santana and open his mouth as if to say something only to shake his head and close it again. Puck knew that whatever he said right now would most likely trigger a semi violent reaction from the Latina sitting next to him. And as he was in such close proximity to her now, he knew nothing good could come of it.

The day wore on rather slowly. Santana and Puck tried to avoid each other as much as possible, neither wanting a repeat of this morning shenanigans. However, once rush hour arrived they were forced to work in the same vicinity.

"Yo Slopez, mind hurrying up!" Puck hollered at Santana, he was being hounded by patrons wanting to spend their money but he only had so many hands.

Santana was on the other side of the bar, not paying much attention to work, her mind had been wondering all day.

"Go screw yourself, Puck." Santana shouted back at him.

Just then the 'Scooby Gang' walked in to the bar. Santana perked up at the sight of them and looked for the familiar blonde with a beautiful face in the crowd, however, that blonde with a beautiful face was nowhere to be seen. Santana didn't even know why she was looking for Quinn. It's not like she wanted to fix things with her anyway. Right? And plus who's to say that Quinn would even talk to her again after the previous days events. Santana was shocked out of her daze by a hand slamming on the bar. It belonged to an unhappy looking hobbit.

"What can I get for you?" Santana asked Rachel nonchalantly.

"Well first of all an explanation would be nice, followed by you apologizing to Quinn. I told you that you were not to mess with Quinn but you carried on, knowing that your intentions were not exactly noble." Rachel got into Santana's personal space as much as the bar and her height would allow.

Santana let out a small laugh.

"What do you find so funny, Satan?" Rachel snapped.

That wiped the smile right off Santana's face.

"Well Berry, Quinn is a big girl, which means that she is old enough to look out for herself. Also, if I'm not mistaken, Quinn was just as eager to sleep with me. I told you we were just hanging out and we did except it got a little... wetter." Santana said as her smirk grew again, proud of her articulation and choice of words.

Rachel pulled a disgusted face at the end of Santana's sentence but carried on nonetheless.

"Look Santana, there are a lot of things you don't know about Quinn. She hasn't had it easy and we have always been the people to look out for her." Rachel said in a softer tone.

"Santana I could use some help!" Puck shouted at Santana from across the bar.

"Keep your panties on Puck, I will be there now." Santana said with a sigh.

Before Santana could reply to Rachel though she found a hand held towards her face: "Maybe now is not the best time to talk, I will wait until you have finished then we can have a... heart to heart shall we say."

Santana was unable to reply for a second time as Rachel turned and walked away, completely forgetting to order drinks.

The rush died down and soon it was time for last rounds. Luckily Puck was not interested in staying late as he was still annoyed with Santana for her combination of leaving him with all the work and leaving him to deal with her sullen mood the whole day.

Santana knew that she should probably apologise to Puck but hell, Santana Lopez was not the apologise and beg for forgiveness type.

True to her word, Rachel stayed until Santana was finished. She joined Santana at the bar while Puck went and sat with the rest of the 'Scooby Gang'. No doubt to get away from Santana's vulgar mood. Soon Rachel was joined by Kurt and Tina. Both looking as annoyed with Santana as Rachel did a few hours ago. Santana poured them all a drink before sitting down with them, still behind the bar so as to provide a physical barrier between them should she need to fend off any physical attacks. Not that Girl Chang, Prancy Smurf and the Hobbit would be any competition in a fight.

"Okay, I told you earlier that Quinn hasn't exactly had it easy." Rachel began.

"She has had a pretty tough last few years." Kurt added.

"We have been her support system throughout that time." Tina put her two cents in.

"We are going to tell you her story seeing as how we know she won't swallow her pride and tell you herself. But you must understand that we are doing it for her benefit, not yours. In fact we are all still very infuriated by your behaviour." Rachel said.

"Yeah, she seems to light up when you walk into the room and that has not happened in a very long time, in fact only when..." Tina was cut off by Kurt saying: "It's in the story Tina."

"Oh right, sorry. Rachel carry on." Tina apologised.

"So it began in 2009..."