Disclaimer: I own neither Glee nor any part thereof. No money is being made off of this story and is intended only for entertainment purposes; therefore it falls within the parameters of "Fair Use"
A/N: Drama and RL interferences seem to be down to a minimum. I should be able to continue publishing on a regular basis. Please note the use of the word "should" it that sentence. This condition is subject to change at any time without notice.
Storywise, I think there will be either be one or two more chapters and then I'm going to have a small time jump. I want to move the girls' relationship slightly forward without it feeling like they are U-Hauling it.
Timeline-wise, I'm ditching Season One's horrible timeline and using Season Two's Regionals are in Mid-March, right before Spring Break, Nationals (if I decide that they are going) are in late May, just before the end of the school year. Thus, the present time in the story, three weeks away from Regionals, it is the last week of February.
Chapter 10
Beware the Wrath of Santina
The girls left The Hummel House well after 10. Tina finally made it home a little before midnight, her cerfew. They'd stopped at a park to finally have a proper session of Lady Kisses which Tina had kept mostly PG with a few PG-13 moments here and there. Their session the previous night, while amazing, wasn't something Tina was entirely sure she was ready to make a regular thing… yet. After about 20 minutes of this, Tina had brought Brittany home and been properly introduced to the Pierces. They had vague recollections of a pretty Asian girl in their home very early that morning, but it was before their third cup of coffee, so they felt they didn't even count as fully awake. Tina had liked them immediately and had gotten the impression that they had liked her as well. Brittany had recounted the day's events to them, Lady Vampire Kisses and all. They apparently had a very open relationship. Oh God! That meant that she told them about her giving me an orgasm yesterday! OH GOD!
It was only after Tina got home that she became so very aware of how completely exhausted she was. She had been going more or less full speed ahead for almost 19 hours now. She was completely beat. She barely made it up the stairs and into her room without crashing and burning. When she made it to her room, she quickly shed her clothes and couldn't be bothered with pajamas, so she just crawled into bed without and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, after a losing battle of wills with her alarm clock, Tina got up and began preparing for school. After the morning she'd had yesterday, however, she felt as though she had all the time in the world to get ready today. Brittany would already be on her way to Cheerios practice so she didn't have to do anything with regards to her. After her morning shower, Best. Shower. EVER. Tina began going over the laundry list of text messages on her phone. Her phone had begun buzzing pretty regularly last night, but like a good girlfriend Tina had ignored it. Not that I'm a girlfriend. If it was important, they would have called. As expected, there were over a dozen from Artie ranging from being angry with her for breaking up with him to pleading for a second chance, and finally there was one time stamped 3:18 am:
From Artie: Sry 4 all the other txts & sry being a bad bf. U deserved better. -A
Tina honestly had no idea how to respond to any of that so she just moved on. There were several from the various Glee Club members, apparently having heard about the break-up:
From Rachel: I heard about your unfortunate break-up with Artie and wish to express my sincere condolences and while I recall that this was something that you weren't exactly dreading, I know that break-ups even when expected, indeed even wanted, are still not all together pleasant events. Despite my limited experience in this particular situation, I am as always here if you need someone to listen. -RBB
To Rachel: Thanks, Rach. I think I'm good with the Artie situation, but if you care to listen I have some ideas for your solo. I'm sure you already have a list, but I'd like to make a couple suggestions. –T
From Rachel: Of course, choir room, lunchtime? –RBB
To Rachel: I'll be there –T
From Puck: Herd u broke up w Wheels. Puckzilla is just a phone call away.
To Puck: U'll grow old w8ing on tht call, Puck.
From Mercedes: Girl, I just heard. Did he do sumthing to u? Cuz I'll slap a cracker, wheelchair or not. Holla at me.
To Mercedes: Sry I didn't get back to u last nite. Dead tired. Details in school 2day, promise. No slapping nec.
From Quinn: Ran into Artie, he seemed pretty messed up. We talked about all of it. Are you okay?
To Quinn: Yeah im okay. Thx 4 asking & thx for being there 4 Artie.
There were a few more that were mostly condolences. She sent back thanks, and then set out to deal with Finn and his crap:
To Finn: Meet in choir room 20 min b4 homeroom.
From Finn: Wat for?
To Finn: Just be there!
To Kurt: Convo w Finn in choir room 20 min b4 homeroom.
From Kurt: I'll be there. :)
Tina arrived at school eager to vent her frustrations about Finn. She found she was anxious to get her Santina on, as Kurt had dubbed her the previous evening. However, before she could deal with him, she would have to deal with Santana. The Latina was sitting in her car in the parking lot staring at the school building, wide eyed. Tina walked up to the passenger side door and surprisingly found it unlocked. She opened the door and sat down.
"Bitch," Santana yelled, snapping out of her stare, "What the fuck are you doing in my car?"
"Bitch," Tina echoed, practicing to be Santina later, "What the fuck are you doing in your car? Don't you have Cheerios practice?"
Santana just stared at Tina for a minute, Tina met her stare unflinchingly. Strange, now that I've done it a couple of times, standing my ground against Santana doesn't seem so scary. I guess kinda pretending to be her doesn't hurt that. "The fucking GNC was having a crazy sale on protein powder so Coach sent me out after the first hour to buy like all of it. She thought it would take longer than it did, excused me from home room."
"So why are you out here?"
"Because, bitch, the last time I was in that fucking place, I got a slushie thrown in my face."
Tina reached for the door of the car and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I got in the wrong car. I thought I was talking to Santana Fucking Lopez, Head Bitch of this school, not this whiney, pussy person that you are." Okay, Tina, I think you're enjoying this a little too much.
"Bitch, watch your tone," Santana snapped back, "I will fucking cut you!"
"Are you or aren't you Santana Lopez?" Tina asked forcefully.
"Fuckin A, I am!" Santana replied.
"And are you or aren't you the top of the social pyramid around here?"
"That's the fucking problem, Tina! After your little bullshit display yesterday, I have no idea where the fuck I stand! For all the fuck I know you're the top of the pecking order around here now!"
"Well, then," Tina responded quickly, "problem solved. We walk in there together and act like we rule the whole damn world. Anyone gonna fuck both of us?"
Santana grabbed up her iPod and began furiously scrolling through it. "You are fucking brilliant, bitch! I've even got our damn theme song. Check it!" She pushed play and "Run This Town" by Jay Z and Rihanna started blasting through Santana's sound system. Tina sang along with Rihanna, Santana with Jay Z. When the song was done, the pair marched into the school, Tina doing her best to match Santana's body language.
By the time they reached Santana's locker, the girls were pretty certain that Tina's plan had worked. Anyone who even accidentally met their gaze dropped their eyes immediately. I'm not sure how I feel about becoming the new scary bitch on campus. I hate being afraid of all the time around here, so being the one making people afraid… then again it's not like I've done anything to anyone that didn't have it coming. In fact, I really haven't done anything at all aside from shouting down Santana. If the bullies of this school are scared of me now, I guess that would be their problem. "Oh, hey, Santana," Tina said, "I'm due to go disembowel Finn in the choir room. You want to watch?"
"Fuck! Do I? Shit, I'd damn near pay money to see it," she replied. They started making their way to the appointed room. "Not that I care, but what's your beef with Frankenteen?"
"Oh, lots of crap, but the last straw was him dropping the gay f-bomb on Kurt… at Kurt's house."
Santana just shook her head, "He's such a fuckhead. You better let his ass have it or I fucking will."
"Oh trust me," Tina replied, "He's going to get every last bit of 'it' that he can handle. That little bit of attitude I got with you in the car was just a fucking warm up for what I'm about to serve this idiot."
When they got to the choir room, Kurt was already waiting on them. "What is she doing here?" he asked quickly.
"Chill, Hummel," Santana jumped in before Tina, "I'm back-up. In case the overgrown man-child decides he's in a chair kicking mood, it would probably be wise to have someone on hand that can actually deal with him, physically. Tina, here, has developed a sudden knack for taking people down a peg or two, but she's still tiny and Finn's fucking huge."
"Very well," Kurt said, "but you'll only get physically involved if he starts something, and no provoking him into it."
Santana put up her hands in surrender, "Fine, it's all T's show. I'm here strictly as an observer-slash-defender. I'll sit here, next to you, Tina you sit in front of us and I'll let you do all the heavy lifting on this shit."
They all got into their positions just as Finn walked into the room. He was wearing a big dopey grin on his face and said, "Hey Tina, I heard you broke up with Artie. I'm real sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to make you feel…" he trailed off as he took in the room and the fact that they weren't alone. "Um, what's going on?"
Jesus, he was trying to flirt with me. God, I just threw up in my mouth. Keep it together, Tina! "You need to get your head out of your ass, Finn, and I mean right damn now!"
"Tina, what are you…"
"I am so fucking sick of you and all your bullshit. You join Glee Club and you act like you're doing us some huge favor, as though being quarterback of the worst football team in Ohio was something special." I have no idea if that's true or not, but he doesn't seem to be trying to dispute it. "You get in the club and you start pursuing Rachel even though you had a girlfriend… a pregnant girlfriend, no less, and okay, yes, she cheated on you and the baby's not yours, but you didn't know that at the time, so it makes you no less of a rampaging tool. At one point, you manipulated her, exploiting the feelings you knew she had for you, to get her to rejoin Glee, knowing full well that you were using her. Then after months of pursuit, the minute you finally get Rachel and you just dump her without a second thought and then when she opts to start moving on, you go right back to chasing her again. All of that would have been easy enough to let go, because it's all personal between you and Quinn and Rachel. What's not personal is when you found out about Quinn and Puck. You were and are absolutely free to be as pissed as you care to be at them for exactly as long as you fucking care to be, but that's not what you did, was it?" Tina paused, listening for his response. She got none. "Answer the fucking question, Finn?"
Meekly he said, "No, I…"
"NO!" Tina shouted, "You fucking quit the Glee Club days before Sectionals. Days, Finn, before a competition that we had to win. You punished all of us, for the actions of two people, and then you show up at the eleventh hour and everyone welcomes you back the big conquering hero. But even that I was willing to let go because at least we fucking won. We were going to Regionals. It meant Glee Club would continue. That was all I really cared about, and you can fuck up your own life as much as you want. I genuinely don't give a shit about you at all, but now you're fucking up your mother's life with your bullshit and you're messing with my friend. How the actual fuck could you say what you said to him?"
"He was always flirting with me and hitting on me. He wouldn't stop."
"Did you ever tell him to stop?"
"Yeah, I…"
"Did you ever stay 'Kurt, I'm not gay'? Or did you just do what you always fucking do when you're uncomfortable and just smile that stupid smile of yours and hope the whole situation goes away on its own?"
"I'm straight." Finn said, tight lipped, "He knows that. I date girls."
"Plenty of people think they're completely straight until they are offered an alternative, Finn," Gee, who could you be talking about there, Tina? You're getting off track, focus. "But maybe you're right, maybe Kurt has boundary issues. That still comes nowhere near justifying what you said and did to him. Would you call me a chink or a slope?"
"No, I…"
"Would you can Santana a wetback?" Tina asked pointing a thumb back at the Latina.
"No," Finn said.
"Then how do you think it's okay to say that to Kurt… in his own home, no less, where he's supposed to be safe from all the bullshit this school subjects him to?"
"I FUCKING KNOW, ALRIGHT!" Finn shouted at last.
"Watch your tone, Gigantor!" Santana shouted back almost immediately.
"I fucking know, alright? I already said I was sorry." Finn said, in a normal tone of voice.
"When was that, Finn?" Kurt spoke at last.
"On Friday, when Karofsky and Azimio…" he began.
"When you were making another one of your 'Big Hero' speeches?" Kurt asked. Finn nodded. "Well, I regret to inform you that the words 'I'm sorry' or 'I apologize' never came out of your mouth. You saved me from getting beaten up and I was and am grateful for that, but you never said you were sorry."
"Alright," Finn said, eyes cast down at the floor, "I'm sorry, man."
"That," Tina interjected, "was the lamest fucking apology I've ever heard."
"Jesus, Tina, when did you turn into Santana?" Finn spat.
"WHEN DID YOU TURN INTO PUCKERMAN?" she shot back.
Finn's face went pale white in sudden realization. He looked at Kurt and locked his gaze there, "Kurt, man, I really sorry, dude. What I said was… it was unexcusable. I had no right to say that to you or about you, especially not in your own house. I fucked everything up. I don't even have the right to ask, but can you find in yourself to forgive me?"
"Only on the condition that if and when you and your mother move back in, you understand that I want you to sleep on the couch for a while, until I'm certain that you're never going to do anything like this again."
"Sounds reasonable to me," Finn said.
"Great," Tina said, "now go call Kurt's dad and make a similar apology, then call your mom and apologize for screwing up her love life. Then call the moving men and when they're packing up, have them leave all the drama at your old house, Finn." The boys left to begin mending fences and set things right with their parents.
Santana leaned her head up next to Tina's ear and said, "Bitch, that was fucking hot as shit. If you belonged to anyone besides my best friend, your sexy ass would already be pressed up against that wall over there screaming my fucking name for the whole goddamn school to hear."
Without missing a beat, Tina turned in her chair until she was facing the side of Santana's head. I'll be damned if she's one upping me. She whimpered into Santana's ear, "Mmmmm, oh Santana. Oh yeah, just like that, faster, faster! Ohhhh!" Then she leaned back and with an evil grin said, "Is that what it would sound like?"
"OH FUCK YOUR COUCH! Now I'm gonna have that stuck in my head."
Tina stood and walked directly away from Santana towards the door. She smacked herself on the ass and said, "You started it. Too bad, for you, I belong to your best friend." She exited the room briefly only to pop her head back in with a smirk, "Of course you do have an excused absence from home room to take care of yourself."