*I hope people aren't too mad about Santana's bitchiness, but she makes it all the more interesting :p

Oh, I also liked writing this chapter; dramatics and rants are my favorite! Hope you like!

PART 11: I Don't Like Being Lied To My Face…

(Rachel's POV)

I swear, if she even says a word! If she even looks! My hard walk back to the table causes Puck to jump out of his seat, in fear, allowing me to slide into the booth, completely avoiding eye contact with the girl I want so bad to tear apart.

"Where's Q?…Did you kill her?" the boy asks, half jokingly and half serious.

I glare at him and he quickly tightens his lips and stares at the table.

Minutes pass, silently, and I begin to wonder if Quinn is passed out in the bathroom; I mean, I did kind of death-griped her testicles; maybe she was knocked unconscious by the pain I inflicted on her. Oh god! I need to check on her!...No! No, she's fine, she's tough, plus Brittany is in there; the blonde would have already come out if anything was wrong, right? I mean, I know she is a little ditzy, but I have to give her the benefit of the doubt because I refuse to be all "poor baby" over Quinn when she is on punishment.

Ughh! I cannot believe that Quinn lied to me…right to my face! I clearly remember her telling me that the most she has done with anyone was just have intense make-out sessions. She is soooo on punishment.

I notice my hands are fisted on the table, and I feel her eyes on me and I clench my jaw, trying with all my strength and class to not unleash the mounting anger inside me.

"Alright, fuck!…I'm sorry, Berry. Now, quit acting like a bratty three year old."

"Do not!" I shout, stopping myself from raising Hell "…Do not…start with me, Santana, because I know for a fact that you are certainly not sorry. It's clear you enjoy making me feel as angry and insecure as possible; not to mention you get your jollies off by shamelessly flirting with my…with Quinn, to the point where she is incredibly uncomfortable, so please spare me your fake apologies because I don't like being lied to my face." I end my rant by shooting a cold glare at the Latina, who looks as if she is ready to kick my ass, but the tension is lifted, as our eyes dart up at the two girls approaching the table.

Brittany slowly slides her body across Santana's lap, as she makes her way back to her previous position, between us, and I notice the Latina stiffen at the brief contact. Quinn is left standing next to a sitting Puck, who is trying to read the pink-haired girl's mind, but she seems to be unable to decide what to do. She's probably wondering if she should just have Puck scoot over so he is sitting between her and I, or if she should ask him to stand up and risk being next to me. I am almost offended by the time she is taking , weighing her options, but I also feel a tiny bit of guilt; I can't blame Quinn for hesitating because even I admit that I was a little scary in my reaction.

I catch her staring at me, but she quickly looks back down and telepathically tells Puck to slide over, so she can sit at the end of the booth…away from me.

There are a few seconds of awkward silence before our waitress arrives with food. I crinkle my brow, as she places the plates on the table; I don't recall ordering my meal.

"Oh, I ordered for you and Q when you guys left," Puck says, while sliding a plate of what looks like a vegan burger and side salad. I stare at it blankly.

"Hey, if you don't like it, blame Q, she's the one that told me you were into that tofu, soy junk," he says pointing at Quinn, who punches Puck's arm, for throwing her under the bus, then visibly gulps as she notices me looking at her.

"Calm down, Q, save that energy for the yard; anyway I ordered us the infamous Jack's Hill burger! And like I said before, Q, you're going-" he stops himself before Quinn can smack him again, "…to lose…" he finishes with a laugh, as he sees us all shooting him dirty looks. "Ease up, will ya! Tonight is gonna be crazy, starting with me and Q scarfing down these big ass burgers!" he says, nudging Quinn, who smirks and eyes her plate, taking in the sight of the gigantic pile, or rather hill, of beef, bacon, and cheese that is sandwiched between a bun.

"That is horrific!" I exclaim. "You are not going to eat that, Quinn Fabray! Do you have any idea how much those two animals, laying before you, suffered, just so you can have a eating contest?"

The punk girl rolls her eyes, before smirking at Puck, as she wraps both hands around the murder burger.

"Quinn, if you take a bite out of the burger, you will regret it," I threaten.

"What are you gonna do, Berry? Sing her to death as punishment?" scoffs Santana.

Everyone snickers, except me…and surprisingly Quinn, "Shut up, Santana," growls the protective pink-haired girl, before moving her eyes back to her plate, unconsciously licking her lips.

"C'mon Q, ignore the ladies and let's do this already! Whoever finishes last has to go first at the yard, you down or what?" an annoyed Puck asks. Quinn nods and lifts the burger to her lips, mirroring the boy, as they count down from three.

"3…"

"Quinn!" I shout.

"2…"

"I mean it!"

"…1!"

"Hmmph!" I don't even bother looking at her, as she takes bite after bite out of the disgusting sandwich in her hands. I glance up at Santana and Brittany; the blonde is cheering the eaters on, while stuffing her own face with a turkey club and the Latina is grinning at me, as if she is enjoying the look of anger and disappointment I have on my face. I narrow my eyes at her, in return and she shrugs and eats her chicken burger

with a bitchy smile.

When Quinn swallows the last of her burger and slams her open palms down on the table, announcing her victory, I can't help but smile at the triumphant girl; but she doesn't notice because she is too busy taunting a defeated Puck.

"In your face, Puckerman!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! I'll let you gloat, since this is the first time you ever beat me," he says half bitterly and half mockingly.

"HA! But I allllways beat you at the yard, remember?" she exclaims while nudging him, until they playfully start wrestling with each other at the table.

"Look, I admit that watching you two manhandle each other is kinda getting me hot, but c'mon let's get out of here. I wanna see what you idiots have planned at the yard," grumbles Santana.

"Alright, let's get going. It's already dark outside so it'll be even more badass!" Puck says, while gently pushing Quinn out of the booth, in excitement.

As we all head out of the diner, I grab Quinn's hand, letting the others pass us. She turns and looks at me, confusion plastered on her face.

"What?" she asks dully.

"I just thought that I should let you know that you are on punishment, which means that I will not engage in any intimate activities with you, including: hand-holding…" I let go of her hand, "…hugging, kissing, rubbing, sucking, licking, nibbling, or anything remotely similar to touching. I will also cease the text messaging and phone calls, along with ignoring yours if you should attempt to contact me. Punishment also involves you not giving me rides to or from school or anywhere else, which will begin tomorrow, being that I do not want to be left stranded out here. I will also not allow you to walk with me between classes or sit with me during our shared classes, or spend your lunch time with me; this part of your punishment will begin when you return to school in a few days. More importantly, I want to inform you that as soon as we walk out of this diner, I will be giving you the silent treatment and I will purposely avoid your presence; and also, aside from sitting in the passenger's seat of your car for the remainder of tonight, I will keep as much distance from you as possible, got it?"

(Quinn's POV)

What the fuck? I open my mouth to speak, but my head is still trying to comprehend everything she just said, thus words fail me. She looks at me with those "I'm dead serious" eyes and I can't keep myself from frowning under their stare.

"I hope you understand why you are on punishment, Quinn Fabray," she asks me more than tells me.

I slowly nod my head once, before I let it drop completely.

"Okay then…" she says and walks out of the diner, with her arms crossed and with a straight face. I watch her get into the car and I see Puck stick half his body out of the window, motioning me to get my ass over there. I sigh and make my way toward the rest of them.

"Goddamn, Quinny, you look like shit," Santana informs me.

"Thanks…" I say sarcastically, while driving off toward the junkyard.

*Next chapter will bring us to the junkyard, where some more drama and twists happen. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed…review and critique, suggestions are also welcome :)