Merry Christmas, Happy new year and all that jazz. Yeah it's been a while but here I am. I've been gone but I've never forgotten about this story.

Enjoy this Quinntana filled chapter and I'll be back for #11 before you know it!

Quinn

After seeing Santana on Thursday and making a peace of sorts with her, I was actually looking forward to getting into school on Friday so we could get a chance to learn a bit more about each other. I still couldn't get a feel on whether I liked her or not. I mean, sure the first impression she sent was stupid, to hold a concert on the first day of school but there was something about her. The way we locked eyes, when she gave me her drum sticks… It showed a different kind of person under the bravado, maybe not as self-centred as first appearances showed.

But then she was in my class and was calling me 'Blondie' and it rubbed me the wrong way slightly. It seemed disrespectful the way her eyes were ogling me so of course I was going to treat her like the bitch I thought she was, she needed to learn her place and with me being the most popular girl in school I had to be the one to do it.

Things changed though in the next few days, Santana kept pulling out little surprises, trying out for glee, the soccer team, inviting me to her house… And ok, maybe I took my bitching too far when I called her out in the locker room but everyone makes mistakes and I'm glad she was so understanding about it.

X

Walking into school on Friday was harder than usual to keep my regular scowl in place as I roamed the corridors to my locker. The morning had been less eventful than the usual ones, my dad was out of town working which left a significantly less tense atmosphere whilst I was eating breakfast with my mom, I even gave her a quick peck on the cheek as I left the house. I never thought I'd see the day we was on good enough terms to do that.

It was also slightly harder to keep a scowl when I was in a good mood from making a new friend in non-other than Santana Lopez, the girl who I'd thought was going to be my new enemy. It's strange how things can change so quickly. And to speak of the devil…

From my place stacking books into my locker I caught a glimpse of Santana entering the corridor from my right oblivious to the looks she was getting from the other corridor goers. She was sporting that usual annoying smirk as she strolled slowly closer in my direction, eyes only catching mine as she was about to walk behind my back. She did what was expected, threw me a cheeky wink before staring straight ahead, her smirk just that bit wider.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I slammed my locker shut, those winks really shouldn't be affecting me like they do, the feeling in my stomach was foreign and frustrated me to no end. Why couldn't whatever it was just not be there? I gathered my thoughts and blew out a long breath as I pulled my bag a little higher on my shoulder then turned to catch Santana up.

It was fairly easy since she was stood looking at the notice board at the bottom of the corridor where a small crowd had gathered, seemingly deep in thought as she searched it. I slipped in behind her and tapped her shoulder, she turned around startled, even more so when she saw it was me. I had to hold back my own smirk, "You get on the team?"

She shrugged a shoulder, "Not sure yet, the squad list doesn't seem to be up yet." Her brown eyes casted again towards the notice board to double check.

I nudged her with my shoulder gently to get her attention again, "I wouldn't worry, you were one of the best when I was watching."

She raised a perfect eyebrow, a smile plastering her face as she looked down at me, "Oh really?" She bowed gently, "Always aiming to please, Blondie"

I clenched my jaw, "You just have to ruin the moment don't you?"

"Well I wouldn't be Santana Lopez if I didn't, darlin'." I clenched my jaw harder to force my mouth into a straight line, I couldn't let Santana see that I was actually enjoying the back and forth we had going.

Our attention was soon distracted though when a flustered Coach Bieste came scurrying down the corridor, pushing through the crowd of students, "I'm so sorry my dumplings, breakfast this morning got a little bit too exciting for my poor heart to take, way too much choice on the menu for little old me." She stumbling over what I'm presuming was someone's foot. She wiped her brow quickly then stapled a sheet to the notice board, "Please don't kill each other trying to see this, but if you're going to please let me get out of the way first." She held her hands up and slipped back through the throng of students, running back in the direction of the staff room.

"Well damn she had the right idea," Santana shook her head disbelievingly in the direction of Coach Bieste's retreating form as students began to force themselves closer to the notice board for a look.

"Well go on then!" I pushed her forward and further into the crowd, I couldn't help but feel slightly excited for her. If Santana was on the soccer team I may or may not enjoy cheering for them more.

I watched as her eyes locked onto the sheet that Bieste had just placed onto the board, quickly scanning the list of names. In a few seconds she nodded to herself and then turned to face me, "Course I got on" She brushed at her shoulder cockily.

"Oh no, you didn't just do that, I have to walk away now," I pointed my thumb over my shoulder as I turned, making my way to my first lesson of the day. The corners of my mouth twitched when I heard footsteps running to catch me up.

"Woah there, can't handle my humour Blondie?" Santana slowed to a walking pace next to me, hands pulling on her rucksack straps.

I smiled, looking towards the floor to try and mask it from her, "Just need to get to my lesson, Santana."

"Well lucky for you my lesson is this way too, I'll walk you." She smiled and added a bounce to her step.

I looked to her disbelievingly, "You sure about that? I'm surprised you even know your way around the school since you've only been here a week."

A slight blush began to line her cheeks, "Well you got me there… Maybe I kinda need to get some directions off you."

I smirked at her, "Sorry, can't do that."

She opened her mouth in mock shock, "What? Why?"

"Just don't want to," I shrugged a shoulder, grinning when she began to pout.

"Shit dude, are you honestly that heartless that you're willing to give me even more detention than I already have?" She placed her hand over her heart.

I sighed dramatically, "Fine, maybe I can make an exception for you, just this one time."

X

After our conversation in the morning I didn't really speak to Santana that much. We'd shared a few smiles in lesson but didn't want to push our luck since Schue was at breaking point and totally ready to split her, Mercedes and me up if he heard a peep from us. Glee also only had a few smiles between us too since Santana and Puck arrived late after their shared final lesson and opted to sit with the instruments, it seemed to be a recurring thing.

We only spoke again when Glee was let out and I was taking my time packing things into my bag, not wanting to go home to my mom nursing a glass of whiskey like it was her lifeline.

"Hey." I jumped out of my skin at the voice that was right behind me, I thought everyone had left. I span around, hand held to my fast beating heart to find a laughing Santana. "I'm sorry but dude- that was fucking hilarious!" She managed to squeeze her words out between laughs. I scowled at her as I hefted my bag onto my shoulder not even bothering to reply as I brushed past her.

"Yo Quinn! Don't be like that, you're breaking my heart." She jumped down from the elevated row of chairs and joined me walking through the corridors towards my locker.

I sighed gently, "What do you want, Santana?"

"Well you don't sound very chipper, want to talk about that?" She raised an eyebrow, mild concern flickering in her eyes.

I rolled mine back at her, "No thanks, I just want to get to my locker without interruption," I stared at her hoping she'd get the point.

"Oh shush, I've been the highlight of your day today don't even try to deny it," clearly she hadn't.

Before I could retort she quickly carried on, "So I actually had a reason to interrupt your super lonely and boring walk to your locker. We need to pick another day to finish our project for Schue, when are you next free?"

Well this could really work in my benefit, tonight would be a perfect time to get out of the house so I didn't have to see my mom, whilst also finishing school work. Kill two birds with one stone so to speak, "I'm free tonight if you are?"

As soon as I said it Santana's face looked clashed. She sucked in a breath, "I can't tonight I'm sorry, blondie." Santana stopped talking for a second since we'd made it to my locker, she gestured for me to give her my bag which she then held open as I pulled books from my locker to put into it, "I got some… personal things to sort out tonight with my parents and it could take a while."

She drifted off, her eyes vacant as she stared into my bag that I was still placing things into. I couldn't help but wonder what the 'personal things' were that Santana was going on about but I knew that it wasn't my place to pry, I mean we were barely there friends since we'd decided to start on a clean slate only yesterday.

I closed my locker slightly louder than usual to bring her back to reality, "Sure, no problem." I lifted my hand to grab my bag back from Santana but she just wagged her finger in my face before slapping my hand down, heading for the school exit.

I sighed lifting my head up to look at the ceiling, why did she seem to have to always insist to be a gentlewoman? "You do know I can hold my own bag, right?"

She laughed, "Course I do but I enjoy being your chauffeur," She winked at me, "I'm pretty free on the weekend if you are, though if you do come round you'll probably be watching me painting walls or putting furniture together."

I suppose that could be fun, watching Santana do manual labor whilst getting out of my house and far away from my mom and my dad who had already informed us he'd be home for the weekend. I shrugged my shoulder, trying to play off my complete willingness to go round as nonchalance, "Sure, why not."

Santana first pumped in triumph then rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. Aw, seemed like she wasn't as good at hiding her emotions as I am. She glanced towards me, "So maybe this is a good time to get your number?"

I raised both eyebrows, enjoying how she squirmed and tried to backpedal to extinguish the double meaning the comment could have had, "Dude no, you know what I mean, like maybe you have forgotten where I live and need my address? I'll also need to tell you when I wake up and manage to get Puck to run off somewhere so you can come over." Well I suppose they were valid points.

I pushed through the exit doors and to the parking lot where we had finally reached, there were only a few cars left when I glanced around, spotting my red car off to the left immediately. I turned towards Santana and held out my hand expectantly. It took her a few confused seconds before the lightbulb finally switched on and she scrambled to get her phone out of her pocket to place into my hand.

I pushed my numbers in quickly, doubled checking it as I rattled off my phone number in my head. I saved the contact as my name then shot off a text to my phone which beeped a few seconds after I had handed Santana back her phone.

"Sweet!" I looked to see Santana grinning to herself like a cheshire cat, "You know, I'm like the most hilarious texter you'll ever meet, the absolute meme queen."

I sucked in a breath at her cringiness, "I'm going to regret giving it to you aren't I?" We'd just made it to my car, Santana once again opened the driver's door for me,

"Oh God of course not, you're going to experience comedy gold, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Blondie!" She ran around to the other side of my car and opened the passenger door and placed my bag on it, "So I'll see you tomorrow then?"

I nodded in agreement before furrowing my brows, "Wait don't you want a lift? It doesn't exactly look like Puck has waited for you."

Santana sighed, "Yeah I'd be more pissed if he'd actually drove to my house without me but he's gone out with some football dudes to give me privacy," She then pulled on her signature smirk, "But hell no I don't want a ride, who am I to inconvenience you more than I already have, I'm not worthy." She bowed towards me, hands over her head. I couldn't help but laugh, "it's a nice day anyway, I could use the air."

I shrugged and started up the engine, "Suit yourself then, see you tomorrow."

Santana shut the passenger door then gave me a two fingered wave as she turned to walk in the direction of the parking lot's pedestrian exit. It made me laugh at how cool she thought she was, swaggering away as pulling her rucksack higher onto her shoulders, consequently lifting her top slightly so I could see a slight sliver of her tanned skin between her uplifted top and the waistband of her underwear that was sticking slightly out of her skinny jeans.

My eyes bugged out of my head as I checked myself. Did I just..? I blocked the thought from my mind, there was just no way that that could have just happened. I released a shaky breath as my eyes moved towards Santana's retreating form once more. I shook my head trying to shake some sense back into my mind.

I took a deep breath in and then exhaled, this time with a little less shake to it. I pulled out of my space in the lot and drove towards the exit, well…Shit.

So Quinn's perspective? Did I do it justice? Reviews are always welcome so I know how to make this fic better for you guys