A.N.: Alright, chicos. Here's chapter twelve.
Disclaimer: I hate doing these.
By the time the quintet had left the abandoned wing, they had already missed almost all of there morning classes. Santana laughed at her friends faces. Quinn and Rachel looked as if they'd either pass out, burst into tears, or both. Britt and Puck just shrugged and went on with their business.
"You guys clearly aren't used to skipping." She pointed at Quinn and Rachel and laughed again.
"Shut up, S! You know how my parents are about my gardes and attendance. The only reason why I even got my car was because I told them I was applying to Yale." Santana nodded while Rachel looked shcoked.
"You'll get in, Blondie. And then you won't have to worry about being daddy's perfect little princess and you can trade in that bug for a real car." Quinn smiled hopefully, now lost in thought.
Santana tapped Rachel on her shoulder.
"Hey, can I walk you to your locker? I knid of want to talk about this. She gestured between the two of them with her finger. Rachel nodded and they bid their other three friends goodbye.
"So, what exactly did you want to talk about?" Rachel asked as she switched out her books for the ones she'll need after lunch.
"Well, obviously how we're gonna do this thing. I mean we did say we loved each other, but I don't think we can do the 'just friends' thing, Rach." The taller girl used air quotes like she often does when she's having a converstaion. Rachel wrongly caught offense.
"Santana Marie Lopez! Are you really trying to give me an ultimatum about this?!" TheLatina leaned back with her hands out in front of her in a surrendering gesture.
"What? No, I never said that!" Her answer went unheard as her vertically challenged counterpart went into a full fledged rant.
"I can't believe I was stupid enough to actually consider giving you a second chance! You're actually trying to sit here and tell me that if I don't date you, you don't want any type of relationship? How... how insensitive of you! You, Santana Lopez, literally frus-" she was cut off by Santana's strong, but still very feminine, hands making a loud clap in her face.
That was rude.
"Hello, Rachel?! Do I even get a chance to speak before you jump to conclusions and just start going off at the mouth? Jeez, sometimes I think you're the Latina here." Rachel gave her an icy glare, but didn't say anything to interrupt.
"What I was going to say was that even though we both know we can't be together right now, which I totally respect that decision, we both clearly still have feelings for each other. Strong feelings." Stepping back in front of Rachel and grabbing her hands, Santana continued.
"You kissed me, Tiny. And although I can't fathom why you would,, it doesn't change the fact that you did. And I was confused asto how this would work without boundaries because i sure as hell know that I can't control my urges to kiss you. Especially now taht I know you'd kiss me back. Ijust wanted to run that by you so you didn't bite my head off if I slipped up and kissed you or said anything that made you uncomfortable." Rachel blushed and turned her head to mumble something under her breath.
"What was that, Tiny?"
"I said I guess me biting your head off was inevitable after all. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go all 'cray-cray' you know." Santana just opened her arms.
"I know, come on, bring it in Tiny." Rachel melted into the familiar embrace and just smiled.
All of the air suddenly went from calm and cozy to cackling with tension. Santana sighed to herslef. There was obviously trouble coming. In the from of a HIBC wannabe, that is.
Every. Freaking. Time.
"Aww, look guys, they made up! Isn't that sweet?" Mandee said to the baby Cheerios flanking her, making it look she had a mni arm backing her up.
Rachel rubbed the spot on the bridge of her nose that always seemed to tense up whenever Mandee was near. She put one hand on her hip before addressing the weirdly tall girl.
"Mandee, now isn't really the best time, so why don't you and your little minons take you devil's spawn asses back to the 8th circle of hell where you clearly came from." Rachel looked damn intimidating even with about five inches of high between their faces.
"Hey Rachel, maybe if you were a little taller and had a little less facial hair, I'd take you seriously." In the next three seconds, Rachel was behind Santana and Mandee was getting a face full of Snix.
"Don't talk to her like that! I may be second in command, but I will beat your ass like I was Sue Sylvester heself." Santana laughed internally at the fact taht she had the upper hand. That and the glimmer of pure fear in the four baby Cheerios' eyes.
"Yeah right Lopez. You may be a cheerleader, but I know you're not dumb. What does 2 strikes plus 1 strike equal?" Santana grit her teeth and took a minor step back.
"Exactly. All I have to do is show Principal Figgins these pictures of some very distinctive hand prints that found there way onto my neck and your ass is as good as gone. What a shame too, because you really do have a nice ass." She smacked the very object of admiration causing Santana to catch her wrist and twisted it painfully.
"Touch me again, and I guarantee we'll both be in jail for assault." Mandee grinned while she rubbed her now sore wrist. Santana faked a smile to match.
She just doesn't get it. I need reinforcement.
"I know I can't physically hurt you the way you deserve, but I'm sure you don't want me to sick my dogs on you, do you Mandee?" Mandee had the indecency to roll her eyes. Because of this, she missed Rachel sending out a text to Santana's 'dogs'.
"And what dog might that be? The boneheads who call themselves football players here? Please, I know you can do better than that." She faltered a little when the pair f brunettes smirked at the sight of the Red Sea being parted, allowing Quinn and Brittany to walk directly up to them.
"Oh, I'm sure she can Moore, but you can tell me why you and four other members of the squad are her sassing your second in command instead of being in class." The baby Cheerios took that as their cue and ran to their respective classes.
Stool pigeons. Mandee thought rolling her eyes.
"Oh you got it all wrong, Captain. I was going to class, but I saw my second in command, and I immediaely thought to say hi and try to make ammends for what happened this weekend." Mandee was lying through her teeth with her overly nasal voice and Quinn knew it.
She was about to call bullshit, but Brittany stopped her with a soothing hand on her wrist. Santana took notice.
Oh shit! She totally calmed Quinn down. That little vein that pops out of her neck when she's pissed even went away. Huh. Either Quinn really does like B, or Britt just has fucking magic powers.
Quinn looked at Mandee with pursed lips.
"Alright Moore, just get to class. I don't need Coach on all our asses because of you." Mandee seemed to exhale a breath no one was aware she was holding. She still decided to go out with a little dignity.
"Oh, and Rachel? I'd keep a calendar if I were you,there can only be so many more days left of this trainwreck." Rachel self-consciously looked to Santana and saw her starring daggers at Mandee.
To class, Moore." Quinn commanded making Mandee salute her mockingly.
"Aye aye, Captain."
xHTLGRx
"S! Please tell me you're not gonna sit here and let that bitch get away with what she said!" Quinn screamed, bursting into the Latina's bedroom where she was doing her physics homework. Brittany was hot on her heels.
I gotta tell Mami to stop letting crazy white bitches into the house.
"Q?! What the actual fuck? Did you seriously just ask me that? Sometimes I feel like you don't know me at all." Santana rolled her eyes at one blonde and waved to the other.
"Sannie, where's Rachie?"
"She's at her singing classes and I'm gonna go pick her up later, you want to ride?"
"Oh! Quinn, can we? Pleassee?
"Yes, but that's not why we came over here! Santana, I know you have a plan." The shortest of the three just smirked.
"Look who you're talking too, Q. Of course I have a plan, I just need your help." Quinn was a bit wary of the mischevious look in her best friend'e eyes.
"I'm listening."
A.N.: Cliffhanger, I know! I just keep screwing you guys over. Forgive me. I only did it because I totally blanked on what Santana's plan was supposed to be. Anyway, reviews would be GREAT! Until next time...
TGWL