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AN: Oh my, i know i haven't updated in a while and that's because i have had school get in the way. But i'm back to writing after finding my muse! My love for Finntana growing by the second. They live in my brain and are always urging me to write their story! Review it please, i wanna hear your feedback and what you'd like to see happen. I'd like to hear your opinions on the writing aswell. Also a huge thanks for taking time out to read my fic! You're all gorgeous! :) Much love, zerofive!
She kicks her stall door closed and yells. She sinks down to the floor her back resting on the door. Fucking. Hate. This. Of all things a suspension. She sits there and sobs, she fucking hated crying especially not over fucking cheerleading. She mentally kicks herself, stupid Finn, stupid fight, stupid skipping school. She actually couldn't believe it. She stood up and straightened out her uniform, she brushed her skirt off casually. She walked out of her stall wiping her tear-stained cheeks with her fingers, she sniffed before re-applying her make-up and texting Britt.
"Britt, we have Health next. Where are you?"
She hears the toilet flush, she swore she was the only one in there clearly not. Who immerges from the next stall, the immaculate Quinn Fabray. It was always a love/hate relationship at the end of the day between them two, she'd always gotten what Santana deserved. "S, are you ok?" Quinn looked at the Latina with sympathetic eyes, "stupid question. You're not ok. But you know S, she needs you on that squad." The blonde smiled softly.
The Latina shook her head, "how'd you know?" The blonde smirked, "have you forgotten how long we've known each other S?" Santana shook her head, "true, ok. But she doesn't need me. I don't mean shit to her." The blonde laughed and flicked her perfectly curled hair, "oh come on San we know that aside from myself and Britt, she needs you. Plus you're captain, she's gonna make you work for it because you're one of the best." Santana turned to Quinn and shook her head, "when'd you get so nice?" The blonde smirked, "we have our ups and downs but at the end of the day, you're one of my closest friends S…"
Santana chuckled, "don't get all soppy on me now." Quinn pulled her in for a tight embrace, "now get to class and don't take this out on Finn. You know how he gets…" she smirked before leaving, "oh, by the way. I'm here for you, if you didn't gather that…" Santana brushed it off with a "yeah, yeah" before proceeding to her next class.
She sneaks into the class unnoticed, she sits by Brittany who's heavily engaged in drawing cats in her book, "why didn't you answer my text Bee?" Santana asked. The blonde's head snapped up and she smiled, "Lord Tubbington took my phone off me this morning, so I don't have it here…" she stated. Darn that cat to hell, she swore that cat was evil. PURE EVIL. Anyway, the teacher's talking about safe sex practices, like we don't know about them… seriously a waste of her time.
The blonde looks at her puzzled, "what's wrong s-pez?" she bit her lip. The brunette looks up and shakes her head, "I got suspended off the squad…" The blonde makes an "o" with her mouth and places a hand on top of her best friend's, "s'kay San, she'll take you back…" she smiled softly, "you're like the captain… she'll realize she needs you…" Santana looked at Brittany, "thanks Bee… I know I just… I feel like utter sh-crap…" Brittany nodded, the blonde completely understood. Britt knew how much cheerleading meant to San, it was basically her therapy.
"Miss Lopez, can you tell me some of the safe sex practices?" The short and ratty looking she-male of a teacher asked. Like she got any sex anyway, sex is a far-fetched dream for someone that looked utterly disgusting as her. Like seriously, were they two separate eye brows or one huge bush growing on her forehead? Santana glared at her, "really Miss?" she shook her head, "if I must answer. Not like you'd need them anyway…" she muttered under her breath, "condoms. Ultra-thins if you really want to feel them inside of you. The imfamous pill, for when you don't want to use condoms and actually want to feel them. IUD's. Spermicides. Do you want more? My dad's a doctor, I could go on all day…" she says matter-of-factly picking at her nails as she says so.
"Thank you for the side comments Santana but that was plenty." She turned back around to the board scribbling down the effectiveness of each and every contraceptive method that Santana had just mentioned. Santana just smiled raising her eye brows in an amused manner, "oh no problem" she scoffs, "but you're gonna need somebody to do it with first to use these methods." The bell rings and they're off to lunch.
Finn spots her from across the cafeteria, he calls out to her. She brushes him off, so she is mad at him. She sits at her usual table with Quinn and Britt, they look like they're in an animated conversation. Which is a first because San and Q are usually at each other's throats, he looks a bit confused, he scrunches his nose, "Mind if I join you girls?" he asks.
Quinn looks up first and smiles looking at Santana, who wouldn't even look up at her boyfriend. Britt smiles at Finn, "of course!" she giggles. "Santana…?" She looks at him, "what?" she grumbles. He looks like he took a blow to the stomach, "n-nothing…" he replies, "it's ok, I'll go uh, sit with Mike and Puck…" he turns quick on his heel finding his boys.
Quinn slaps Santana on the arm, "S! I thought you weren't gonna take it out on him!" She rubs her arm, "fuc- DAMNIT FABRAY!" she glares at the blonde, "I'm not taking anything out on him!" Even Brittany didn't believe a word she said, "S-pez. He looked like he was gonna cry…"
Because Santana Lopez of all people cared if people cried over her unnecessary comments, seriously she's not responsible for their feelings. She doesn't give a damn! She was pissed, was she not allowed to be pissed? Who cares if he was gonna cry, who cares if you could see it his eyes, who cares if he she was the one causing all of this. Oh yeah, that's right Santana did. Because she was so fucking whipped over him and that is coupley reason . The way she knew exactly how he felt just by the way he said that it was all ok, the way she knew that look he just gave her from across the room. She sighs and looks at her two best friends, "I swear to you I wish my feelings would allow me to not be mad, because it'd make this so much easier. What kind of girlfriend enjoys seeing their boyfriend get hurt like he did just then?" she bites her lip, "I'm mean but I'm not fuc- damn ruthless guys."
Quinn nudged her on one side and Britt on the other, "Finn. You. Odd couple, but you guys work in a harmonious manner." Santana rolled her eyes, "Thank you for analyzing my relationship Dr. Fabray." Quinn smirked, "stop taking it out on him. You know how sensitive he is." She raised her brows, "and whose fault is that? Oh, yes, you cheated on him with his best friend and the dwarf basically did the same thing." She knew she had won that argument, think again. Quinn chuckled, "better you take it out on me than him. He needs his Tana back." She slapped Quinn softly on the arm, "fuck you Fabray. You should have your own talk show. Therapy with Quinn Fabray" she said making a picture frame with her fingers. She sighed and looked from one side to another, "I'll speak to him after Glee Club."
Longest day in history of long days and it's only half over. Could it get any worse? Knock on wood, karma is a total bitch!