October 31st 2018
Halloween. Santana's favourite holiday. The calving of the pumpkins was the best part. Everyone else made feeble, pathetic looking ones with crooked smiles and badly cut eyes. They were so unimaginative, in a way she felt sorry for them, but then again, if it wasn't for their sorry displays, Santana wouldn't be able to grant herself the best looking jack o lantern of them all.
It was just past five in the afternoon and Brittany had taken Lucy out to do half an hour of trick or treating around the nicer half of the neighbourhood. Santana was pouted in protest when Brittany suggested she stay home with Quinn to cook the meal they'd be having with the rest of the group later on. Santana had eventually agreed seen as she could hardly bear walking to and from the bathroom anyway.
Quinn had turned up almost immediately and had set to work in the kitchen. Santana was originally helping but after many altercations with Santana's stomach and Quinn's path of walking, the blonde had kicked her out and told her to start on the jack o lanterns.
She was currently stabbing savagely into the orange flesh and cackling like a crazy old lady. Quinn peered around the doorway between the two rooms, eyebrow raised curiously.
"What, are you doing? Is there some sort of medication you have for this?" Santana looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes.
"Real funny." Quinn gave half a laugh before turning back to the meal. "Why do we even have a Halloween get together meal thingy anyway, Quinn?" Santana yelled through as she continued to pierce the defenseless vegetable with her knife. "It's not like thanksgiving or anything."
Quinn managed to squeeze the chicken into the oven besides the numerous pans of vegetables before washing her hands and floating up next to Santana.
"I don't know. I mean, we've done it since we all moved here. I know Rachel, Tina and Mike came here first but when the rest of us came. It seemed nice you know. To have something that was ours. Do you not want to do it anymore?" Quinn looked down to the decapitated pumpkin in Santana's hands and sighed. Hormones.
"Oh no!" Santana waved her knife in front of Quinn's face. Quinn's eyes widened in panic. "I don't want it to stop, I don't know, I just guess I didn't know why we were doing it? I was just wondering what it meant. I'm sorry I don't even know what I'm talking about." Santana pointed the knife towards Quinn.
Quinn, being the part-ninja she was, wrapped her hand around a tan wrist, ceasing her knife waving.
"I am going to take this off you before one of us turns into a jack o lantern." Quinn plucked the knife from Santana's prying fingers. Santana pouted at the blonde. "I guess it's just a means of friendship really. Doing something together, as a family, doesn't have to have a reason."
"Alright sister Christian, I hear your preach. Let me get my stabby on with Finn o Hudson here." Quinn's eyes flashed with anger at the name before she thrust the knife back into the girl's hands.
"Fine."
"Hey Quinn, will you please tell me what's going on? Rachel refuses to talk to me about it and you haven't even let on since like ages ago." Santana carefully pierced the skin of the pumpkin with the knife and left it there. Quinn walked over to the sofa and after a lot of deliberation with her stomach, Santana had taken a seat next to her.
"He's just everywhere. He won't leave Rachel alone. It's like he's this creepy weird stalker. Ever since Rachel left him at Burt's garage to come make it on Broadway he's been after her. I don't think he understands what the term 'lady lovin' means." Quinn growled, but it wasn't an angry growl more like a lion cub after it'd been kicked.
"I know people. I can sort him out if you –"
"No, Santana. I don't need him whacked." Quinn gave a halfhearted laugh before returning to her solemn expression. "What if he's better for her?"
"I must be having some pregnancy hearing deficiency because what I just heard most definitely did not come out of your mouth." Santana shook her hands at Quinn. Quinn sighed and let her eyes drop.
"He can give her things I can't."
"Like what? Height difference? Ugliness? Oversized feet?"
"A kid. Acceptance. Normality." Quinn countered, but it sounded weak, almost as if she was giving up. Santana shook her head in denial and spun, best she could to face Quinn.
"I seriously hope you didn't just say that because I would have to punch you." Santana said sincerely. "Don't you understand? Rachel left Finn to be with you."
Finn's face and hands were smothered with oil, he hadn't actually done any work yet, but he liked to feel like he had. People trusted him more when looked like he had actually done something. He was just polishing off the rim of a wheel when his petite girlfriend walked into the workshop. Dressed in gloves, a hat and the same coat she'd worn to New York. He frowned when he saw the look on her face.
"Hey, what's going on?" Finn went to pull her into him but she dodged his greasy hand and kept her distance, just like Santana had told her.
"I'm leaving Finn. Back when we'd never spoken my only dream was to be on Broadway and since we've been together, I've missed it. Most of my time is spent with you, which I enjoyed of course but it wasn't what I wanted, what I dreamed about." Rachel was struggling to find the right words, but she'd promised herself she'd get it done and over with so she could leave as soon as.
"Wait, are you – are you breaking up with me?" Heartbreak and anger laced his tone. Rachel took a tiny cautious step back and nodded slightly.
"Yes." Finn threw his hands up in the air and turned around angrily. "I'm thinking of me here, instead of you. I've neglected myself since you've been around and I need to do something for me."
"So you're saying I'm not good enough for you? You're saying that you don't even care for me anymore?" He pointed an accusing finger at the brunette. Rachel shook her head.
"No, believe me, you will make some girl very happy one day. Just not this girl."Rachel dipped her head, finding new interest in the ground under her shoes. Finn slammed his hand down on the near by tool box, making Rachel jump. "Finn…"
"No Rachel! It was meant to be you and me. Always, remember? We were so happy, I was going to work here, at Burt's and you were going teach little kids. What happened to you?" He growled, advancing on the girl's small frame.
"I was never that girl, Finn. That's who you wanted me to be, I can't be someone I'm not Finn. I don't want to change for someone like you."
"Someone like me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Finn's face contorted with disgust before his eyes widened in understanding. "There's someone else isn't there? This is nothing to do with following your dreams, you just want rid of me so you can be with some posh, rich guy who'll wait on you like a servant." It was Rachel's turn to raise her voice. "Well, wow. I never thought that you thought I was that shallow. And you're wrong, this has everything to do with following my dreams, I just needed someone else to help guide me back." Rachel's voice softened at the end of her sentence.
"Who is it? Tell me now!" Finn's towering figure made Rachel feel so insignificant. She could feel herself trembling.
"No…" Her voice was steady but she didn't know how long that's last.
"Who. Is. He?" Finn spat.
"It's not a he!" Rachel burst out, mostly because of fear. "She's not a he, please Finn, please understand this. I thought you wanted what was best for me?" Finn's face was a picture, his emotions were bouncing everywhere, you could tell by the way his brow was rising then falling, how his mouth didn't seem to close but it was never really open, how his eyes twitched.
"You're gay?" He managed to stutter out after what seemed like hours. Rachel swallowed, suddenly finding words hard.
"I don't know. What I do know is that she wants me to do what's right, even if that means moving far away. She cares about what I want and she cares about my feelings. I really like her okay Finn? Please, I really want us to be friends, like we used to be." Rachel even tried a smile but she couldn't decipher the boy's expression.
"No."
"What?"
"No. This isn't happening; it's a phase Rach. Don't worry, we'll get through it." Finn nodded determinedly.
"It's not a phase Finn. When we kissed, I -" Rachel recoiled quickly, wishing to take the words back.
"You cheated on me?"
"Nothing you didn't do with me." Rachel had had enough of the boys games. She was done.
"I'm not over you Rach. I will get you back. We were meant to be together." Rachel turned her back on the stubborn boy and began to walk swiftly towards the door.
"I'm breaking up with you Finn."
"You're not!" He yelled back fiercly.
"Yes, I am!" Rachel spun so fast her hair whipped her face. "I love Quinn, you're not going to change that." And then she was done; she ran from the garage and launched herself into Santana's car into awaiting arms. Then she cried and she had no idea why, she didn't care for Finn in that way anymore, it didn't hurt.
"Ssshhh baby, I'll take care of you." Quinn soothed, peppering kisses over the smooth skin near her lips.
"I love you."
Hey. So I've technically finished my exams. I still have art though and I have to fill 4 books worth by Tuesday. Har har har. We'll see how that does. I'm sorry for the update speed, I'm hoping to do at least once a week from now on. Thank you so much for all the favourites, reviews and alerts!