"So Yeti, what are we doing this afternoon?"
Ignoring the jibe, Rachel patiently put her school bag down and opened the fridge door.
"The assignment was to get to know each other more, Santana...appreciate each other."
The Latina snorted and disinterestedly inspected her fingernails.
"I appreciate the fact that you're stealing my Friday night. I doubt anyone appreciates you, not even Finnoence since you won't let him past first bas—" Santana quickly caught the bottle of water tossed at her, smirking at the annoyed diva.
"Nice try, treasure trail."
Rachel sighed. "What about we start off just talking?"
Santana looked at her like she had just announced she was Albino, actually part-elf and skipping the state to go live in Florida the next morning.
"...you're kidding, right? I gave up mind numbing sex and possibly a party to sit here and talk with you?"
"No one forced you, Santana! We could have made it Saturday morning like I suggested—"
"I am NOT waking up at 7am on a Saturday—"
"—it doesn't matter anyway, you're here now so let's start appreciating each other!" Rachel huffed.
Santana quirked her eyebrow, letting her eyes rake over Rachel's legs. "You want to start 'appreciating' me, Berry?"
Rachel blushed and growled out "that's not what I meant."
Santana smirked, "sure it wasn't raspberry, sure it wasn't."
Pinching the bridge of her nose Rachel stalked off into towards the TV room, off handed gesturing behind her for Santana to follow.
"Quinn. You're sad," Brittany stated.
Quinn glanced up at Brittany's doleful eyes. "No I'm not, B..."
"Yes you are, you're sad Santana's with Rachel and you're with me."
Realising what the blonde meant, Quinn closed her locker and faced her fully. Making sure she had eye contact with her follow blonde she said, "I'd never be sad to have you as my Glee partner, Britt. I'll admit...I did want to partner with Rachel but aside from her, if I could have chosen anyone else it would have been you," she finished sincerely, smiling tentatively at the girl.
"I'm sad I got partnered with you, I wanted to be with San," Brittany shrugged.
Quinn deadpanned.
The Cheerio patted the HBIC's shoulder and walked down the hallway.
"...98!...99!...100! Alright you good for nothing, weak willed ants, hit the showers!"
Picking themselves up off the floor, the Cheerios slowly walked towards the locker rooms.
"I...hate...push-ups," Quinn whined, stretching out her arms before taking off her Cheerios top. She was desparaetly looking forward to a cool shower.
"Nope, nope, crunches are the worst. Coach got pissed at me for being two minutes late so she made me do an extra two hundred...TWO HUNDRED!"
Mewling sympathetically, Brittany dropped down and began peppering light kisses all over the Latina's abdomen.
"Ugh," Quinn looked away, focusing on pulling her towel and a change of clothes from her gym bag.
"You wish it were you, preggers," the Latina snickered.
"I'm fine thanks," Quinn scoffed, too proud to admit she did in fact wish it were her, though instead of Brittany on her knees before her she'd much rather it be a certain dark haired—
Santana threw her drink bottle at the blonde's head.
"I hate you," Quinn stared dryly. "Seriously, I'm talking major hatred towards you right now. What's with throwing things at my face?"
The Latina snicked, "that's what you get for daydreaming...that and throwing things takes less effort than moving to annoy you."
"Don't talk to me."
Santana laughed good naturedly and bent down to untie her shoelaces, eager to join Brittany in the shower.
"So..." Quinn began casually, "how was your weekend?"
The brunette paused what she was doing. "Oh, you mean my weekend including our Glee assignment with mini-mouse?"
Quinn shrugged, nonchalant. "If it happened to entail that too then I guess so."
Santana laughed, "you're pathetic Q, just molest her in the janitor's closet as she walks by and be done with it."
Quinn gave her a look.
"What? It worked for me and B."
"Um, yes..."
Santana pulled off her shoe and answered. "Rupaul's driving me insane, to be honest. I mean yeah, her legs are hot and all but I honestly don't see what you see in her."
Grinning at the blonde's glare Santana walked off towards the shower stall currently occupied by Brittany. Quinn grabbed her towel and walked towards an empty stall as far away from theirs as possible.
"Stupid Santana," she muttered.
"Heard that! Besides, you should know me better than that by now, Q! I got your back, you'll see!"
"...and what's that supposed to mean?" Quinn shouted back over the noise of the showers.
"I said 'you'll see', bitch! Geez, patience much?"
AN: of course Santana has a plan, have faith Faberry shippers! Also, question; does anyone want to see what's going on with the other Glee pairings or would you rather I keep the focus of the story Faberry-centric?