Well...I have no words or excuses. We can just stick with; I suck. I'd say I'll try to update more frequently, but that didn't turn out so well last time. So.
It was a Friday night, a Friday night in college to be exact. And what was Quinn Fabray doing? Sitting in bed reading. Well, it was more like sitting in bed trying to read. She even has her ridiculously thick reading glasses on. But even then, the only thing her mind seemed to be interested in was, what was happening in Ohio.
It has officially been "approximately a week", and the people who planned to attend the Glease performance, as Rachel had dubbed it, were either on their way or already at Lima.
She knows Santana is. She actually went there a day or two earlier, at the request of Brittany. Of course. Even when the girl goes and cheats on her, Santana will go back to her if she needs anything. Whether that makes Santana a really good, or stupid person, Quinn has yet to decide.
Sure, it's to help the whole Glee club. But Quinn knows Santana is using this as a chance to see Brittany. Just like how Rachel is using this as an opportunity to check in on Finn, and Kurt on Blaine.
Quinn doesn't have anyone's arms to run into, or anyone to checkup on. So yeah she's a little bitter, and maybe a little jealous. But mostly she's just disappointed, mad even. She's dissapointed that even after everything that's happened her friends are still going back, to them and to Lima. And of course she's also mad that she's missing out on a performance of her favorite musical.
Quinn lets out a harsh breath, and sets the book down on her bed. She quickly changes into jean shorts and a tank top, and does her makeup. She spares a glance at her phone (which sits next to Santana's cute note that she's trying to ignore) that she turned to silent after the third call and seventh text. It's still going off.
She ruffles her hair and makes her way to the door. There was loud music coming from some room in this building and she planned on finding it and partying her ass off. She needed to get her mind off of things.
~~oOo~~
"Santana that was the twentieth time that I've called her, I don't think Quinn plans on picking up anytime soon!" Rachel exclaims after getting sent to voice-mail yet again. "Well I don't care if you have to call her another twenty times, Hobbit, keep on doing it until she picks up!"
Rachel whines and Kurt sighs dramatically, "Remind me again why you're making Rachel call Quinn for you, Santan?" Santana turns her attention over to Kurt and glares at him, "Because, Lady Hummel, Britt Britt took my phone to play games on."
The two share a look, and Santana already knows what they're about to say, but before they could..."Woah with all the name calling going on in this hallway it feels like freshman year again."
"More like all of high school," Kurt mutters. "Look, I don't have time for you, Wheezy. The show starts in like two minutes." Mercedes shakes her head at Santana's use of yet another name.
"So what or who's got Santana all frantic anyways?" "Quinn's not replying to anyone's calls or texts." Kurt explains. "So?" Mercedes asks, "So," Santana stresses, "she was supposed to be here to watch Glease."
Mercedes raises her eyebrows, "Glease?" "Yes, Mercedes that is what I-" Santana cuts off Rachel as she groans once hearing the voice mail robot person thingy come on.
She continues on to curse at the phone in Spanish and almost smashes it on the floor, when Rachel grabs it back, "Hey! Just because Quinn isn't answering doesn't mean you have to take it out on my phone!" By the way Rachel is cradling the device, someone would assume she's holding a baby.
Santana opens her mouth to, probably, curse at Rachel next, but Finn comes through the auditorium doors and interrupts, "Santana we need you, your part is coming up." Santana glares at the tall counterpart and storms into the auditorium. But not before quickly snatching Rachel's phone.
"Hey!" Rachel goes to run after the Latina and accidentally brushes up against Finn, "...um sorry I-" The three of them hear what they can only assume is a Spanish profanity from inside the auditorium and Rachel snaps back to reality, running after Santana.
~~oOo~~
As Quinn downs what she believes is her fifth beer, she feels someone's arms wrap around her waist and someones breath on her neck. Now, normally, she would be pushing them away from her already. But this person seems to have breasts and she can feels them against her back. And that breath that was on her neck, has a very sexy voice accompanying it.
"Hey sexy." The voice says as they start kissing sloppily down Quinn's neck, "Sexy. How original." Quinn can feel their hot breath against her neck again as they chuckle, "Well I thought that would be better than saying you reminded me of Regina George." Regina George...where had she heard that name before? Quinn's thoughts are completely forgotten as they bite on her pulse point and move one of their hands to her center and slightly squeezing. The blonde gasps and grabs a handful of brunette hair. "Let's get out of here..."
~~oOo~~
Santana looks up when she hears click-clacking sound, that can only be made by a pair of heels walking on the stage. "What in the world is the Santana Lopez doing sitting alone in a dark auditorium on a Friday night?"
"None of your business Wheezy." Mercedes sighs as she sits down next to the Latina. "Come on San, it's just the two of us, you can put away the bitch act." Santana glares at Mercedes, and this quite possibly the tenth time tonight she has glared at someone. "You don't get to call me that."
Mercedes shakes her head, "Really? Who does then? Brittany?" "Well she is one of my best friends, and I know you don't have much experience with those but-" "Oh shut up Santana. She may have once been your best friend, but that doesn't mean you have to follow her like a lost puppy."
Santana jumps up, "What did you just call me, Tot Muncher?" Mercedes stands up and they stand face to face, "You heard me, Santana. Look I know your ego and pride are gonna make this extra hard for yourself, but it's time for some tough love."
Santana just scoffs and crosses her arms, though she doesn't make any move to stop Mercedes. "I know she was your first love, and she meant the world to you, and all that other lovey dovey crap. But things happened and you have to just accept that and move on."
"I did." Santana insists, though both Mercedes and herself know that was as true as the love triangles in the glee club are complicated. "Oh please. I saw y'all kissing in the choir room. And don't you even try the 'I don't know what you're talking about' shit with me."
Santana remains speechless, and looks everywhere in the room except for the other girl's eyes. Mercedes sighs, "Look, I didn't come here to just pick on you, or tell you what you're doing wrong. I'm just here to tell you that you should think about you're choices. Think about the fact that you tell everyone you're over her, and that she means nothing to you. Yet, she calls you and you come rushing over here for her. Think about that, and what that says."
With that, Mercedes gives Santana one last look and walks off the stage. Santana lets out a breath and slumps back down on the stage floor. Her ex wasn't even the reason that made her come here and be mopy in the first place. But now she has to sit here and think about that blonde too.
Ooh, Quinn... OH AND I FORGOT, i gave in and made a Tumblr. Pretty sure I'm already addicted. Follow if you want and we can maybe get to know each other and become friends! Or you know you could just nag at me to update from multiple platforms. My username is : piesloveunicorns
