Hey everyone! Just to inform you before you start reading that this chapter won't include Rachel. The conversation is between Quinn and Santana, who is now in italic. It is different naturally, but I hope that you don't like it any less because of it. Also, I apologize because this chapter is shorter than the usual ones as well. But I hope it satisfies. The next one is going to be just as long as the previous ones. For a longer amount of time I've been thinking if I should add this chapter to the story, since it doesn't involve Rachel, but I've wanted to see your thoughts and opinions, so here it goes.
Enjoy!
(October 6th)
(8:16am)
S, I need you. Where are you?
(8:20am)
I am going to motherfucking kill ur juno ass
(8:21am)
Good morning to you too. Can you call me? Please, it's important.
(8:23am)
fine but still gonna kill you
(8:24am)
Just call.
Caller 1:
"It better be good, Fabray, because I am definitely not in the mood to be awaken at 8am on a fucking Saturday. Well, actually I am never in a mood to be awaken at 8am but on a fucking Saturday is like your punch bonus!"
Caller 2:
"Just listen to me. I've been texting anonymously with this girl for weeks already.."
Caller 1:
"Weeks?"
Caller 2:
"Yes, and it's been going great, she's so amazing, and the crazy fact that I don't even know her but I kind of do, and I trust her so much.."
Caller 1:
"So, you don't know her?"
Caller 2:
"I don't."
Caller 1:
"But you do?"
Caller 2:
"Yeah."
Caller 1:
"And you trust her more than anyone else?"
Caller 2:
"Yes, why are you asking all of this? I already told you."
Caller 1:
"Okay, first of all. You are fucking crazy 'I don't know her but I do' like you need help stat. Second of all, you have no life at all. Seriously, those video game characters aren't going to come to life so you need to fucking get out and just let out all of your fucking sexual frustrations, it doesn't need to be with anyone you know just do it.. You can't sit at home and masturbate at Super Mario, or better yet, his peachy princess. And third, the reason I was asking you all of that is because I wanted to see the result, when it all combines, how much percent I actually do not care. And what do you know, it's zero."
Caller 2:
"Santana, I really need your help right now. All jokes aside, please."
Caller 2:
"And I DO NOT sound like that at all."
Caller 1:
"Ugh, fine. What exactly do you need? But all jokes aside? Nope, not signing up for that. But you can hardly call the truth a joke so.. But yeah what do you need?"
Caller 1:
"And yeah, you don't sound like that. You sound even worse, but since I love you, I toned it down a bit."
Caller 2:
"She hasn't been answering any of the messages I've sent her at all. I've been trying to reach her."
Caller 1:
"Why is she not answering?"
Caller 2:
"Because I said something I shouldn't and I definitely didn't mean it."
Caller 1:
"What did you say exactly? I'm the mastermind of insults so let's check your menu."
Caller 2:
"That her own mother didn't want her and that's the reason she abandoned her."
Caller 1:
"What the fuck, Q? I didn't raise you to be like this. You don't say that to anyone, not your friend, lover, your stupid game characters since you cherish them like your own pets or imaginary lovers, anyone! Just Sue Sylvester, but that's the ONLY exception."
Caller 2:
"I know, I know. I know I messed up fucking bad. I just don't know what to do.."
Caller 1:
"Well, I know what I would if someone said that to me."
Caller 2:
"What?"
Caller 1:
"I'd block the shit out of them."
Caller 2:
"You think she blocked me?"
Caller 1:
"Q, Britt blocks me every time I look at what kind of material is some girl's dress."
Caller 2:
"She's always unavailable when I call her."
Caller 1:
"She blocked your sorry ass."
Caller 2:
"Great, just great. So now that she wants me to stay away from her, what do I do?"
Caller 1:
"You stay away from her? Do you need the definition of blocking?"
Caller 2:
"Screw you. Send her a message."
Caller 1:
"Excuse me?"
Caller 2:
"Send her a message. If she blocked my number, she won't get any of my texts."
Caller 1:
"No, that's your fucked up love story, I ain't messing with it."
Caller 2:
"Santana, please."
Caller 1:
"Ugh, fine. But I'm not doing this for you. Britt would want me to help you and if I don't.. I'm not getting some tonight."
Caller 2:
"You're disgusting."
Caller 1:
"Do you want me to send the message or not?."
Caller 2:
"Of course I do."
Caller 1:
"What do you want me to say? Do you have anything in mind or am I going to have to help you plan your whole soap drama as well?"
Caller 2:
"No, I know what to say. She's just going to have to do this. "