A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates, guys. I promise, I'll try to update more often like I used to. This is a pretty short chapter, but it's something, at least. Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! XOXO
Chapter 12
The car ride home was quiet. But the tension? The tension was ear-splitting.
"Quinn, what was that back there?"
Quinn kept her eyes on the road and shrugged.
"Quinn Fabray!" Rachel snapped. "I asked you a question!"
"He kept coming on to you, Rach, what was I supposed to do, let him?"
"No, but breaking his nose? Don't you think that was a little melodramatic?"
"Melodramatic," Quinn scoffed. "I'm melodramatic," she laughed.
"Do you really want to start this right now, Quinn?" Quinn kept driving. "What...what's wrong?" Quinn shrugged. "Talk to me, Quinn!"
"I have nothing to say..."
But she did. She had much, much to say. But she couldn't say it. Not now. She wasn't ready. Not yet.
Quinn pulled the car to a stop, and stared at her lap. Rachel sat still in the passenger seat for a short moment, eyeing Quinn. She wouldn't budge. Rachel sighed and stepped out of the car.
"Quinn," Rachel bit her lip. "Call me, okay?"
Quinn nodded, her eyes still fixed on her lap. The door slammed shut.
Quinn lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling. It had been going on for a while now.
She just didn't know what was going on anymore. Everything was a mess.
Her temper, her thoughts, her relationship with Rachel...
Her relationship with Rachel.
What were they, anyway? They certainly weren't a couple...were they?
Quinn let her eyelids flutter shut and took a deep breath.
Bzzz.
Quinn opened her eyes again and rolled on her side, outstretching a lazy hand over to her nightstand to grab her phone.
i heard what happened.
Quinn sighed. Who hadn't heard of what happened? Hell, she'd probably acquired herself a page in Jacob's blog by now.
yeah, so?
since when are u friends with the midget?
Quinn rolled her eyes.
i break Finn's nose, and you worry about my friendship with Rachel? really, San?
aha, so there is something going on..
i got paired up w/ her as a lab partner. we had dinner and kind of..connected.
u like her.
Quinn's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Did Santana just say that? Oh, hell no.
Her fingers trembled as she typed her response.
yeah, she's cool
Quinn gulped. Keep it cool, Fabray. She doesn't know.
She couldn't know. Her life would be a living hell if Santana knew, Quinn was sure of it.
don't play dumb, Q. you like her in 'that' way. we both know it.
lol. that is ridiculous.
Quinn, I am a closeted lesbian and a judgmental bitch. If anyone could spot a lesbo from a mile away, it's me.
Shit, she knows.
There was no point in playing dumb anymore. Santana knew. Her life was over.
please don't tell anyone.
i just told u the last thing i want anyone to know about me. u really think i'm going to expose ur secret when u have that against me? i'm not that stupid, q.
Quinn smiled. She knew she was Santana's friend for a reason. Sure, she may come off as a bitch at first impression, but she really wasn't all that bad.
thanks, san
what do u say we forget about all this gay stuff and party?
i'm up for it
cool. cu l8r
Quinn stood at the door and took in her surroundings.
The air that smelled of booze, chips, and punch, the beat of the music bellowing from the speakers, the couples grinding in the living room, and the lovebirds in the corner eating each other's faces.
It was perfect.
Santana tugged at her arm and lead her to the punch bowl to get themselves some drinks.
Quinn saw a familiar face at the corner of the living room and gulped.
What was Finn doing here with...Rachel?
This was not happening. Oh, this was not happening right now.
Quinn bit her cheek as she watched Finn wrap his hands around Rachel's waist.
Quinn averted her eyes.
Breathe, Quinn. Just breathe.
Her eyes found the couple again and nearly hissed at the sight of Rachel grinding her hips against Finn.
She turned away again.
"San, I don't think I can do this..."
Santana rolled her eyes and handed her a cup.
"Oh, come on. Don't be a killjoy. Have fun!"
"I can't have fun when those two are this close to making babies over there..." she whispered through gritted teeth and motioned at the pair.
Santana crinkled her brow.
"Gross," she uttered in disgust. "Okay, look..." Santana reached into her bag and pulled out a metal container.
"Is that..."
"Yes," she replied, pouring some of the poison in Quinn's cup.
"Jesus, not that much."
Santana proceeded to pour some alcohol into her own drink, while Rachel and Finn continued getting hot and heavy in the living room.
Quinn snarled.
"Give me more of that," she snatched the bottle from Santana's hands and poured herself the rest of the liquid.
Quinn raised the cup over her lips and took big gulps.
From the corner of her eye, she could see Finn and Rachel continue their baby-making process.
She took another big gulp and hiccuped.
This was going to be a long night...