A/N: So, there seem to be a few people who are realising what I'm doing here. If you still don't really, it becomes more apparent in this chapter so yippee.
Oh, and BTW I feel I should tell you that I'm using more of a season two, easily pissed, I hate Rachel Berry Santana. Just to add a little flair and you know, give me something to write about.
BTW, I was going to make this chapter longer but really wanted to get this chapter out there because I have a lot of other writing that I'm going to have to do over the next about a week. Next chapter should be up in about 2 weeks.
Now that I may or may not have ruined the plot of this chapter here it is.
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Quinn's day.
-/-
Quinn walked out into the halls with a new sense of elation. She was basically getting a holiday for standing up for Rachel! It was a big win for her. She now knew that Rachel would be relatively safe and Quinn also got a few days to work out her feelings which seemed to be spiralling out of control.
Quinn knew there was a major downside to all of this. It was also a pretty big downside. She knew that she had gone from hating Rachel to being her girlfriend in less than a week, which she knew was crazy fast. Even though the school only thought they were friends, going from hating someone to breaking a nose in their defence was still a bit drastic.
Quinn knew that after their date she had fallen for Rachel at least a little and she her instincts told her to hurt anything that was hurting Rachel. That was the extent of her excuses she was able to tell anybody who asked. She knew that Rachel probably didn't really feel anything beyond physical attraction back, but she was okay with that at this stage. There would be plenty of time to make Rachel like her later, as long as she kept up pleasing Rachel in sexual and nonsexual ways of course.
As she walked confidently down the halls to her locker, Quinn met the girl in question who, Quinn was happy to see, looked nervous. She flashed Rachel a reassuring smile which didn't seem to calm Rachel at all. Quinn decided that they had better talk so she grabbed Rachel's hand to make Rachel walk with her.
"Quinn, what happened?" Rachel quickly asked.
"Well, I basically got a holiday." Quinn said brightly as she continued onto her locker now with Rachel at her side matching her stride as Quinn released her hand.
"What do you mean? Did you get suspended?" Rachel asked unable to contain her worried tone.
"Yeah, but it's seriously more like a holiday. It won't go on my permanent record or anything! That time as head cheerio have finally wielded some results." Quinn said happily.
"Wielded more than just that as a result." Rachel mumbled more than to herself than Quinn as her eyes looked up and down Quinn's body. As Quinn smirked Rachel shook her head to get herself back on track. "But won't you get in trouble with your parents? Didn't you move back in with them?" Rachel asked. After her momentary lapse in concentration, she was now in worried mode again.
"Yeah, well my mum anyway. But it really won't matter. She works all day and even if she were to come home she's a drunk so she'll be on the bottle anyway." Quinn said almost conversationally. She really hated talking about her parents but she found herself spilling to Rachel anyway. She realised that this probably wasn't a good thing.
"But what about..." Rachel started only to have Quinn cut her off.
"Rachel, stop trying to find a way for you to have something to feel sorry about. If anything happened anyway it would have been that cheerio that will be walking around with the broken nose more than your fault." Quinn shut down the rant that she figured was soon to come if Rachel found something to be sorry for.
"You... She has a broken nose?" Rachel asked looking sorry again.
"No Rachel. Don't you dare go feeling sorry for her. Okay, maybe I didn't mean to break her nose but it'll fix and she will have leant to be nice to people wouldn't she?" Quinn asked as she took her bag out of her locker. "Now, I want you to call me if someone gives you a hard time, okay?" Quinn said sternly.
"Look Quinn I really don't think..."
"Promise me Rachel?" Quinn more pleaded than demanded.
"Fine, but I don't even have your number." Rachel said.
"I'll text you it then. I have yours in my phone from when you gave it to everyone in glee. So do you promise?" Quinn asked.
"Yes, I promise." Rachel answered just as the bell went. Quinn almost kissed Rachel, she leaned down and everything, before she realised where she was and stopped herself.
"See you Rachel."
"Bye Quinn."
-/-Rachel's day.
To say that Rachel was a little shell shocked about what had happened in the morning was an understatement. Not only that, but she didn't really understand it at all either. Not only had Quinn saved her, but she had broken a nose and gotten suspended in the process.
Rachel reasoned that it was probably because Quinn didn't want to have any association with someone who got slushied even if they were the only ones to know about it. She was a little more than surprised that Quinn didn't really care if she got suspended as long as the Slushieing stopped. Rachel thought that may have been a little over the top.
It wasn't that Rachel was ungrateful that Quinn had saved her, because she really was, it was just that for some reason that she couldn't really identify, she was more worried about the repercussions for Quinn.
For Rachel this was really weird. She would never say it out loud but she did some first and that was just the way she was. This was really the first time Rachel had ever thought of anybody before herself and on some reflection it was really shocking that it was Quinn who was first and foremost. It wasn't that she was selfish; she had just been raised to be proud of herself which has led her to try and think of herself first. That added with the fact that she was worried about Quinn, the girl who had been the main cause of her ridicule for the last few years, was enough to surprise anyone.
Rachel sighed as she rested her head on her hand which was propped up on her elbow on her desk as her literature teacher droned on about she didn't really know what. This thing she had going on with Quinn was messing with her a good deal but she had to admit to herself that either she didn't really care, or she enjoyed it too much to focus on it.
When the bell went, Rachel got up and left the room with everyone else. She was too deep in thought to actually notice what was happening around her but a firm hand on her wrist brought her back to reality. She swung her head to the side to see that she had been taken captive by Santana who looked royally pissed. That thought sent shivers down Rachel's spine.
"Hello Santana I hope you've been practicing for glee club. You know that you..." Rachel started.
"Shut up Berry, I didn't come here to get a lecture." Santana snarled.
"Then why did you come here? I assure you that I don't really have anything that could be of any use to you." Rachel said to try and get Santana to leave her alone.
"I can assure you that you do." Santana mocked in a Rachel-esque voice. "Why the hell was Q beating up my cheerio's in your, so very little, honour?" Santana asked in a more deadly voice.
Rachel was a little frightened. She honestly wasn't prepared for this. Even though Quinn had told her indirectly that it was going to happen she had been too relieved that Quinn would be okay then actually listening to what she was saying.
"I...I..." Rachel stopped herself and started again. "Quinn and I have started a tentative friendship and she was caring for me?" Rachel basically asked. "I'll be honest and say that I thought she was going to just watch too but I guess that she felt the need to make up for a little of how she used to treat me. That said I would appreciate it if you would leave me alone as this really doesn't concern you." Rachel reprimanded in typical Rachel Berry style.
"I really hate to break it to you Berry, well that's a lie anything that makes you feel worse makes me feel better, but this does 'concern me'. Not only did she break one of my cheerio's noses but Brittany also is attached to her. I can't ruin Q for this because of that but I can ruin you." Santana threatened.
"Why would you do anything to me? I didn't even do anything!" Rachel exclaimed indignantly.
"As I said, I can't hurt Quinn because of Brittany. Now, how the hell did you two become friends?" Santana demanded an answer. Rachel wasn't going to give it to her.
"Why should I tell you?" Rachel asked in defiance.
"Well, if you think I give you hell now, you can just wait and find out what hell is really like." Santana said.
"Do your worst." Rachel said. Santana thought for a second.
"Well then, if Q was willing to get suspended for you then I guess I can put up with whatever Brittany gets pissed to me about and make Quinn's life hell too then. I'm sure Brittany won't mind for too long and if Q wants to try and piss me off she more than has it coming." Santana said with indifference.
"NO!" Rachel basically shouted. "I'll tell you what you want, just leave her alone." Rachel said in a defeated voice. This was too new. Thinking about Quinn more than herself twice in one day? Unheard of.
"Really? Why is that?" Santana asked.
"She... She was nice to me. She defended me." Rachel said. She just wasn't sure if it was the only reason anymore. If there were other reasons, Rachel didn't know them but it still felt like she cared for Quinn rather than the person who had defended her.
"So, how did you and Q become friends?" Santana asked again. Rachel thought on her feet.
"We ran into each other at a restaurant and we ended up eating together." Rachel said.
"What restaurant?" Santana asked, seemingly looking for a hole in the story.
"I don't really know the name. My daddy told me it was good and where it was." Rachel said.
"Who were you with? Who was she with?" Santana seemed to be asking questions as quickly as they came to her mind.
"I was alone because my dad's were going to some function and said I could go where I wanted. Quinn was alone and said she wanted to get away from her mum." Rachel lied. She thought it was a pretty good lie that Santana would have a hard time breaking through. She figured she was right as Santana stopped for a second.
"You do know that Quinn offered to help Finn spy on you to see who you were with? They reckon that you are already with someone else." Santana's face seemed to uncharacteristically soften as she said this. Point Rachel.
"I... I... What?" Rachel faked disbelief. "I can't believe this. I mean, Finn is dumber than I thought and Quinn... I feel a little betrayed." Rachel was thankful she was such a good actress.
"What do you mean he's dumber than you thought?" Santana asked. Rachel had been hoping for this question as it might help get Santana off her back.
"Well, if I had a new boyfriend don't you think that I would have been flaunting him in front of everyone? I need any help in popularity that I can get." Rachel said.
"True. I guess that your story checks out. But I'm watching you Berry. You had better watch yourself." Santana warned.
"Well, I think I had better make a call to Quinn. This must be spoken about. But I guess since we are friends now that we can hopefully push through it." Rachel said with a smile. Santana walked away and Rachel went to her locker. She decided to prolong the call to Quinn until lunch so she swapped her books and went to her next class.
