A/N: Hola, readers! Sorry for the little wait.. also, sorry for the wait on New Things, if you're reading that. As I've previously mentioned, I've been very busy. Had my first week back at school last week, then went to my sister's baby shower and celebrated my dad's birthday blah blah blah. Basically, a lot of stuff going on. Trust me, all the busyness is not fun for me either.
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Chapter 12
Glee couldn't come fast enough. Quinn went through her next classes practically bouncing in her seat, all to eager to see Santana again, even if it was in a more public place than alone in the Choir Room.
By the time that the dismissal bell rang, Quinn was already halfway out the door. She quickly made her way to her locker, opening it and stuffing her crap into her backpack, when she heard Santana laugh as she approached her.
"In much of a rush, Fabray?" she teased. Quinn rolled her eyes playfully, only slightly embarrassed as she smoothly zipped up her bag and tossed the strap over her shoulder.
"I'm just really excited for Glee," Quinn joked with a smile, rolling her eyes up and shrugging. Santana giggled, and Quinn felt like maybe she would do anything to hear that giggle again.
"Doesn't mean you need to abuse your locker," Santana teased, closing the blonde's locker softly before giving the girl a playful nudge.
They made their way to the Choir Room, in no rush now that they were already together. Quinn debated in her head whether or not to ask about their date coming up. Oh screw it. "Any insight on what we're doing Friday?"
She noticed Santana's cheeks redden in a bit, but she bit her lip adorably. "No, it's a surprise, silly!"
Quinn couldn't control her smile, as she was sure it stretched from ear to ear. "So I get nothing?" she asked, feigning disappointment.
"You get a date," Santana answered as if it were obvious, rolling her eyes with a smile.
Now it was Quinn's turn to giggle. "Touché."
They reached the Choir Room and entered the already wild room. A distressed Rachel Berry was bitching about straining her vocal cords or something. Mercedes and Kurt weren't listening to the diva, instead acting out parts of various musicals in the middle of the room. Mike and Tina sat in the back corner of the room, making out, to no one's surprise. Artie, Finn and Puck were engaged in some serious conversation.
Quinn and Santana made their way to two seats available in the back row. "Shut your yap, Hobbit!" Santana snapped as they passed her.
Rachel crossed her arms and practically growled. "I've been straining my voice so that I can perfect these songs for sectionals, but no one else is working at all! I can't pick up all the slack!"
"Girl, my voice is perfect no matter how many vocal workouts I do, or don't do," Mercedes snapped, before belting out one of her more powerful lines in our songs.
Rachel shook her head. "You're still not as good at me. And, let's be honest, to get to Nationals, everyone needs to sound at least a little like me!" she squeaked.
"Ah, hell no!" Mercedes yelled, raising her finger like the diva she was.
"Rachel, the more you sing and talk, the more I want to glue your mouth shut," Santana piped up nonchalantly.
Rachel scowled at no one in particularly, and Puck decided to join in the bickering. "It's not that you sing bad, just that you sing all the damn time."
Mike and Tina, taking a break from their make out session, nodded in agreement, but Santana spoke up again. "Not just that, but your arrogance and the fact that you are probably the most conceited person I've ever seen, make it all the more worse every time you open that big beak of yours."
"Oh please, like you're so selfless and concerned," Rachel bit back, rolling her eyes. Quinn exchanged a sideways glance with Santana, their eyes locking for only a moment before the Latina continued to bicker with the shorter girl.
"I may not be jumping at the opportunity to help people out, and maybe sometimes I sit back and do what's best for me instead of the group, but at least when I open my mouth it doesn't sound like 'me me me' all the time," Santana answered calmly. "And sure you're brutally honest sometimes, like me, but at least when I tell people what I think of them, I do it without complimenting myself in the process."
"I do not!" Rachel squealed.
"I feel like we're in a zoo!" Kurt yelled out angrily, and at that everyone began yelling at Rachel or Santana or Kurt or even Quinn, which didn't really make any sense to her, considering that she'd been sitting there quietly the entire time.
"Whoa, whoa! Guys! What's going on?" Mr. Shue yelled above everyone at some point.
"I'm going to have to pick up all of their slack during sectionals, because I'm the only one who is actually trying to improve my voice!" Rachel exclaimed.
"I think the problem here is that Rachel won't shut up," Santana offered up.
Quinn watched as more people spoke up to Mr. Shue, who just shook his head and went to the board to write something down. She found her eyes sticking to a certain Latina, who was in another heated discussion with Rachel. Her eyebrows were wrinkled together, and her arms crossed over her chest, which only made Quinn look down at the breasts resting on her chest. What do they feel like? I'm sure they're as soft as any pillow. I'd much rather sleep on them anyway.
Quinn began to imagine the things she could do to Santana's breasts, and eventually had to tear away her gaze as her skin flushed redder and redder. Santana glanced over at her, smirking slightly at Quinn's reddened skin. She leaned over to the blonde and muttered, "Take a picture, it'll last longer."
Oh, shit, she knew I was staring at her boobs!
Quinn blushed even redder and bit her lip, looking down at her lap. Santana nudged her softly and hazel eyes met brown ones. They spent a little too long staring into each other's eyes before they were knocked back into what was going on.
"Quinn, Santana, Rachel and Mercedes, for your song you'll be starting here, here, here and here," he gestured around the room pointing out the places as if he were standing on the stage. Coach Sue had rented out the Auditorium for the entire week, even though Sectionals were on Saturday.
"We know, Mr. Shue, you went over it yesterday," Mercedes told him with a quick roll of her eyes.
"Well we need to have this embedded in our memories by Saturday, so I'll go over it until I'm sure everyone is listening," he said firmly, looking at Santana who was absentmindedly messing with her nails. She looked up and gave him a sarcastic smile.
"Like I said before, everyone needs to pick up their own slack and start working," Rachel growled at Quinn, Santana and Mercedes.
"Oh shut your big ole pie hole, Rachel," Santana snapped.
That's pretty much how the rest of Glee went. Mr. Shue got in a quick word, and then Rachel and Santana fought and fought. Quinn couldn't complain though, Santana was hot when she was angry.
That's part of the reason why she texted Rachel right after school that she couldn't hang out that afternoon. When Rachel asked why, she went with "I'm not feeling so great.", when in reality, she was going to text Santana and have the Latina come hang out with her.
To Santana- Wuchu up to?
From Santana- You know, the usual, coming up with incredibly articulate insults to give Rachel tomorrow. You?
Quinn rolled her eyes, although she didn't doubt what Santana claimed she was doing.
To Santana- I canceled hanging out with Rach.
From Santana- Did you now?
To Santana- Now what are you doing?
From Santana- Coming over!
Quinn bit her lip to hold back the smile that was growing on her face.
To Santana- That's more like it!
From Santana- See you soon! Xx
Quinn beamed at her phone before jumping into her bathroom to freshen up after the school day.
Santana, of course, didn't bother to knock one her front door, and by the time Quinn left the bathroom, the Latina was sitting on her bed happily. "That was fast," Quinn teased, but she couldn't pretend to be any less happy than the other girl.
"I was eager," Santana answered with a shrug. "Why'd you cancel with Rach?"
"Because I'd much rather hang out with you than her," Quinn admitted bashfully. Santana smiled widely at her.
"That's good to know!" Santana piped up. "What excuse did you give her?"
"That I didn't feel very good." Quinn shrugged.
Santana wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I can make you feel much better..."
Quinn flushed bright red and felt herself suddenly aroused. "Can you?"
Santana's eyes darkened, and Quinn felt a burning in the insides of her thighs. Suddenly, though, Santana's phone rung out. The Latina blinked, her eyes slightly lighter than they were an moment before. She answered her cell, looking a little annoyed. Quinn couldn't blame her.
"Yeah?" she snapped. Then her eyes widened slightly. "Oh. Hola, Abuela."
Santana locked eyes with Quinn, who tried to read the other girl's thoughts. Quinn had always known that Santana loved her Abuela a lot, but that she was a harsh woman. She was very religious and conservative. Like my parents. Oh.
Suddenly things began to click in Quinn's mind. Her parents were going to kill her for going on a date with a girl, or for being gay, or anything like that. Santana's Abuela would kill the younger Latina. And yet, they were going out on a date on Friday.
Panic set in, but Quinn did her best to not show it. She wasn't going to chicken out on something that she had wanted for as long as she could remember just because of her parents, who wouldn't be around to know anyway.
Santana's conversation in Spanish seemed to come to a close in a few minutes. "Si, si, Abuelita. Adios."
"What did she want?" Quinn asked carefully.
"She just wanted to know where I was," Santana answered just as carefully. Quinn nodded, ending the discussion.
None of this was going to be easy, she realized suddenly. She may have finally gotten what she wanted, and she may be going out on a date with the one girl she's wanted forever, but it wasn't going to be easy.
Not one bit.
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I'm sorry, but for now, this will be the end of Know What You Want. I was planning more, unfortunately at the moment I can't continue to update this. Looks like you guys get to just fill the rest in with your head. :P I apologize once again.
