"Quinnie?" My mom says, knocking on my bedroom door, effectively waking me up. "I just wanted to say bye before I left, since we won't see each other this afternoon. And you better get up, darling. It's 7 am."
"But school doesn't start for like… another two hours." I say, burying my head under my pillow.
"But I'm sure you're excited to get this day over with, honey. You're going to Emily's right after school, right?"
After suddenly remembering that little fact about my Friday, I froze and then hastily got out of bed to get my clothes ready for school. My mom was laughing as I buzzed around the room, gathering my essentials before taking a shower.
"Have you packed yet, Quinnie?" She asks as she sits on my bed, amused as ever.
"Of course she has, Mrs. F. She packed the moment you allowed her to go to Rosewood!" I hear a voice say. I turn around to find Santana leaning on my door, watching me run around my room as well.
"What are you doing here, Lopez?"
"Good Morning to you too, Q. Is it so bad to want to see my best friend early in the morning?" She says sweetly. Sweet is not an adjective to describe Santana. Everybody knows that.
My mom and I both raised an eyebrow at Santana's tone.
"Woah. No need to go Fabray on me!" She says, laughing. "I just wanted to see you run around like a headless chicken. I figured you'd be antsy to end the day."
"How did you get in anyway, Santana?" My mom asks my best friend and second in command.
"I picked the lock. Quinn taught me how to do it with a nail file." She says, smirking at me. I give Santana a glare and her smirk turns into a huge smile.
"Lucy Quinn Fabray!" My mom suddenly exclaims. "Since when did you pick locks?"
"I—uh… I didn't…" I stuttered, glancing at my best friend.
"I was kidding, Mrs. Fabray. I found the spare key under the second rock. Quinn told me it was there." She says, lying to my mother.
My mom doesn't even look like she believes Santana, but she lets it go, turning around to look at me.
"I need to go, honey. I have a lot of things to do before the kids come in. I'll see you Sunday night, alright?"
"Monday morning at the latest?" I ask her shyly, smiling at her.
"Just make sure you get to school on time. And do your homework, okay?" I nodded as she continued on. "And don't drive all the way there. There are four of you in the car and I'd be happy if you kids split the driving time between at least three of you." I nodded again. "Be polite and always remember your manners. If you don't like something, keep it to yourself. Say Thank You to Emily's parents as much as you can." I nod at her, not really listening anymore. "Don't remove your phone from anywhere near you. Answer my messages and calls as soon as you can, okay?"
"Yes, mom." I reply, finally answering her, thinking she was done.
"And make sure you respect the rules of Emily's parents. I don't want to hear anything about you misbehaving. I've spoken to Emily's mother before, remember that."
I nodded again, gathering the things I dropped on the bed so that I could finally take a shower. My mom also turns to leave my room, but then stops and then turns abruptly.
"Oh and Quinnie?" I rolled my eyes at her.
"Yes, mom?"
"Have fun. And take care, alright?" I nod at her and then walk towards her to give her a hug.
"I will, Thanks mom."
"Love you, sweetheart."
"I love you too, Mom."
After we both let go, I turn around to the bathroom, before hearing my mother's voice again.
"You take care of yourself too, Santana. I don't want to hear anything about you misbehaving as well, alright?" She says warningly.
"Psh… I don't ever misbehave Mama Fabray. You know that."
I hear a soft smack and a faint 'ow' before I close the door.
"Okay okay! I promise!" I hear Santana say from the other side of the door.
There was a moment of silence before I hear my mom shout, her voice piercing through the bathroom door.
"Breakfast is on the table girls!"
After eating breakfast or well, what's left of breakfast, Santana and I put our bags in the trunk of my one month old car. As weird as it may sound, I started driving after recovering from the accident, although the trip to Rosewood will be the farthest one I'll be taking since then. It has been just around Lima these past few weeks.
Santana starts tinkering with the radio as we settle into the car.
"Don't forget to swing by Britt's and then Puckerman's. I told them we'd pick them up while you were in the shower."
I rolled my eyes at her, before starting to drive to the Pierce house a couple of streets away. Te drive to Britt's was filled with nothing but Santana's obnoxious, but good singing.
"Will you keep quiet? You're so loud."
"Nope. My voice is too nice to keep from the world." She says, grinning at me.
Once we stop in front of Brittany's house, Santana opens the door and slams it before walking up the Pierce driveway. She goes through the side gate that leads to the Pierce's garden, obviously thinking of passing through the kitchen door.
The couple comes out through the front door after about two minutes, Brittany skipping with her backpack on her shoulders, and then Santana, carrying Brittany's Cheerios duffle bag with her overnight stuff. Santana opens one of the back doors of the car, ushering Britt in (who greets me enthusiastically), before dropping the duffle bag in the trunk I had just popped open. One she closes it, she rides the car, still claiming the passenger seat.
Puck on the other hand, was already outside his house, one of my temporary homes when my parents kicked me out, waiting for us to arrive. I once again open the trunk, letting him put his stuff with ours at the back. He then slides in beside Brittany, giving us a smile he only reserves for a few people.
"What's up, Ladies?" He asks, looking at each of us in the eye.
"Puck." San and I say at the same time. We look at each other, and then we both let out a small chuckle. Puck laughs a little too, before turning to Brittany, who was Busy typing away on her phone.
"Hey sunshine! What are you up to?" Puck asks her.
"Nothing. I was just typing some clues about our trip. I still think we're going to L.A."
"Britt, I told you, we're going to Rosewood." Santana says to her girlfriend fondly. "Q, park in the Head Cheerio spot. I don't have my car anyway."
"What's Rosewood? Is that like a plant factory?"
"It's a town, Britt." I tell her gently, as I make my way into the school parking lot. "You remember Emily?" Britt nods just as Puck's eyes go wide.
"Emily? Your camp friend, Q?" I nod. "I never got to meet her, but Artie says she and her friend are hot!"
"Hanna has a boyfriend, Puckerman." Santana says, rolling her eyes at Puck's antics. My car was now in the McKinley Student Lot, parked in Santana's assigned parking space.
"Emily, then?" He asks hopefully.
"Taken." San and I say at the same time. We look at each other and then laugh again.
"Well, I don't mind sharing. You ladies know that." He says smugly.
"I'm pretty sure Caleb does, though." Brittany says. "Q too. You don't like sharing, right Q?" She asks, looking at me innocently.
Santana glances at me, as I sat frozen, staring at her girlfriend. I looked at her, and then Britt and then Puck before sighing.
"Right, Britt. I don't."
"Wait, wait! Hold up. You and Emily, Baby Mama?"
"I'm not your Baby Mama anymore, Puck. But yes, although we're not yet official." I reply to him, trying to avoid his eyes.
"That's awesome! I mean, I always thought you had a thing for Berry."
Santana snorted from beside me, and I turned to glare at her.
"Ooooh! Do tell." Puck says, sticking his face between the driver's and the passenger seat.
I looked at the clock on my car's dashboard and realized there was like 10 minutes left before class started. I was safe. For now.
"That is another story, for another time, Puck. Maybe on the ride to Rosewood this afternoon, alright?"
He nods as we all exit my car, making our way to the school. We split up just before the bell rings to go to our respective lockers. San and I meet after she drops Britt off in her classroom, and then make our way to Spanish class which we share with half of the Glee Club. For some reason, Mr. Schue thought it would be a great bonding experience to make sure a number of Glee Clubbers were together in almost every class, but of course, it just annoyed the hell out of some of the students, teachers, and even some of the Glee Club members.
That afternoon after Glee Club, Santana, Britt, Puck and I immediately get ready to leave for our six hour drive. We have decided to split the drive into four, Santana originally assuming Brittany's hours, but ultimately giving it to Puck, who insisted he drove the longest. Since we didn't want Puck to drive for three hours straight, we decided to give him the first and last one and a half hours of travel.
With Puck on the driver's seat, I immediately sat at the front, leaving my two best friends to sit at the back. It was then that I started telling Puck everything from the time I realized I liked Rachel to the end of Sophomore Year. Throughout my story, he listened as he drove; only interjecting when he needed to or when he had questions. Santana and Britt, who have never really heard the whole story either, sat at the back, listening as well. After Puck's first one and a half hours, we stop at a gas station to get some food and to exchange drivers.
When we get back to the car, I start driving with Puck on the passenger seat, grilling me more about Rachel, and eventually about Emily and how everything with her started. After I finished my story, the rest of my driving time was uneventful, suddenly realizing that Emily and I haven't texted today yet, making a mental note to text her the moment Santana and I switch places.
Shark Fin!
Hey! Sorry I haven't texted all day. I had swimming this morning, and then I had like three quizzes, and then I started spazzing about every single detail before you guys arrived. I totally forgot to text you. Sorry. :(
No worries! I figured you were busy, so I didn't text you either.
:P Where are you now?
Still in Lima. My car won't start. Puck's trying to fix it.
I giggled at my last message, gaining the attention of the other three in the car, who were paying attention to the road.
"Talking to Emily?" Puck wagged his eyebrows at me, as he turned around in the front seat. Him and Santana, who was driving, started giggling, yes giggling, at me texting with her.
"WOW. You two are such badasses. I mean, you're both giggling at my love life." I said, pretending to be annoyed at the two of them, which caused the two of them to laugh harder.
I rolled my eyes and shushed them and then answered my phone which started ringing. I smiled evilly at them, motioning them to be quiet, as I answered the call from Emily and turned the speakerphone on.
"Yes?" I answer, trying not to laugh.
"Don't leave tonight, even if your car gets fixed, alright?" She says with a worried tone.
"Why not, Shark Fin?" I ask, glaring at Puck and Santana whose giggles were starting to spill. Brittany beside me, on the other hand, remained quiet as she flashed me a big smile after realizing that we were playing a joke on Emily.
"It's almost Seven, it's not safe for you guys to travel late. If you want to see me now, I can start driving. I'll visit you instead." She offers, her tone not changing at all. I frowned at how worried she sounded/
"I was just kidding, Em. We're like a couple of hours away from there. We left right after school."
I heard her sigh in relief, and made my heart break a little. Santana and Puck's laughter were also stalled by her town, which is why I decided to take the call of speakerphone and started talking to her softly.
"Hey. Why are you so worried? We're going to be okay, alright?" I say, comforting her as much as I could.
"I know, I'm just… worried."
"I know. Look, if it helps, meet us at the town limits. Bring the girls and Caleb or whoever, and we'll see you there, okay? Then you can ride with us, since we don't know the way to your house."
"Okay."
"I'll see you later, alright? And we'll keep on texting so that you know we're safe."
"Okay."
"Stop frowning! I Love You."
"Love you too." She replies before hanging up.
When we finally reach the town limits, we see an SUV just after the "Welcome to Rosewood" sign.
As soon as Puck slows down to a stop, I was out the door, approaching the SUV. The door opens which reveals the eager faces of Hanna, Emily and what seems to be Aria and Spencer. Emily jumps down from the black SUV and gives me a tentative hug before whispering hello in my ear.
"Hey! It's dark out here. You guys can continue that in the car or I don't know? Later when everybody gets settled?" Hanna says, causing us to pull away.
"Nice to see you too, Hanna!" I say to her, laughing. I then pull Emily to my car, between Brittany and I at the back.
"What's up, Camper?" Santana asks from the front seat, as Brittany gives Emily a hug.
"I'm great! You guys?" She asks, before looking at Puck. "You must be Puck. Hi. I'm Emily Fields."
"Yep! That's me. Where do we go, Fields?"
"Just follow my friend Spencer's SUV, she's going to lead us to my house."
"Yes maam!" Puck says happily, before driving behind Spencer's SUV. He peeks at me from the rear view mirror and when he catches my eye, he winks at me and then grins.
There it is. The Puckerman Seal of Approval.
11! Hey! I just finished writing this, but I'm posting it anyway. To my friends who always get first read, hehe, sorry!