Okay… So Quinn had calmed down…. believe it or not.
She meditated over the moment…
Trying to keep her hormones under control as she relived every… Breath-taking moment…
but it was clear what had happened.
Santana was just trying to fulfil a erotic fantasy, which she did right? It's not like it would happen again… or that it even happened Right? Quinn and Santana would just both have to forget about it… Right?
Then again… There was that little comment… But Quinn could get over it…. RIGHT?
Who was she kidding… Santana was burnt into Quinn's mind, the memory of Santana imprinted on Quinn's flesh. Yes… Very Dramatic… and all this over a kiss… but… Gawd…
Quinn ran her hands through her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror, clutching a towel to her body.
Was Santana really worth all of this? All of this thought and deliberation? Of course not…
Quinn quickly finished up before slipping on a strapless yellow sundress. Not the sexiest thing to wear? But who cared right… Plus… look where playing Ms. Sexbomb got her. She quickly collected her things before she rushed out of the door.
"Dammit" Quinn cried before rushing back into the house… The Box!
Rachel had been harassing poor Quinn for old clothes and toys for a charity drive Rachel was currently running…. And to shut her up, Quinn got the biggest box possible and filled it to the brim. In hind-sight, it was not the best move as the box weighed a ton! Quinn practically crab-walked to her car while clutching the box to her chest. Who would've thought that materials would be so heavy?
Quinn finally let out a deep huff as she threw the box in the car… FINALLY!
The ride to the University was quiet… a welcomed sound since all that Quinn could think about lately was a certain rebellious Latina. Quinn's mind was now hallow… focusing on the road before her, but before she got comfortable… She was there… She was at the crime scene…
Quinn jumped out of the car and looked around for any sign of that Black Mustang… and there it was… waiting… Like an omen sent from hell. Yes.. Hell… her future vacationing home since she's been such a bad… bad.. girl…
How would Quinn be able to cope with this right now? ….
"Hi! Ms. Fabray" Two male voices chanted as they ran down to greet the Lecturer.
Sam? Puck?...
"Hi boys" Quinn greeted politely before
They both stood before her huffing and puffing before Puck moved his hand behind Sam's head…. He slapped it quickly to make Sam look around. Seriously? Sam… you give Blondes a bad name.
"Can I help you carry anything Ms. Fabray?"
Ms. Fabray…. Quinn was starting to hate that name… It was a constant reminder of her duties and position.
"Yeah!" Sam cried out before flexing his muscles "We're pumped and ready"
Puck slapped Sam's vunerable stomach, making Sam bend in shock….
"No… You're Thick" Puck growled before looking back at Quinn.
Ooooookay… this just got weird – Quinn thought before smiling once more. Wait… the box!
"Could you boys maybe help me out with a box I have?"
"Sure!" Sam answered quickly, before both of them flew to Quinn's backseat door. They started arguing amongst themselves making Quinn roll her eyes. Could boys be any more like children? Santana wouldn't act like this…. Wait… Quinn cursed her lack of self-control…
Finally the boys pulled out the box and started to follow Quinn to the class room.
"Quinn? Who the hell-" Puck finally stated after reading black writing scribbled on the box.
"It's my first name" Quinn replied before Puck went any further… the last thing she needed was another indiscrepancy labelled onto her name.
"Wow… Do you get any hotter?" Puck suddenly proclaimed before rushing over to Quinn, leaving Sam to carry the box himself.
"Of course Noah. Unfortunately for you and Sammy, I'm onto you though. But This was a sweet gesture" Quinn finally stated making Puck suddenly blush.
"I …San…. the bet" Sam suddenly mumbled, half his words lost behind the box
Quinn raised her brow in confusion before looking at Puck.
"He said nothing" Puck quickly retorted before smacking Sam behind the head again.
"I said! I knew San would tell her about the bet" Sam cried out…
A bet? What bet... Was that what yesterday was all about?
Was Santana even in on the bet..
But before Quinn could ask anymore... They walked into the class room.
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Santana cast her head down in dread as she entered the classroom. Yeah… Santana had managed to somehow pull herself out of bed to face the consequences which laid ahead. Of course this wouldn't be pleasant… Maybe she should turn back? Give it a few days to dissipate? … Or atleast until her emotions and hormones calm-the-fuck-down! A dark cloud of self-loath enveloped Santana as she looked up and the class was empty. Perhaps Ms. Fabray had the same idea?
Santana made her way to her desk and smiled at the Brittany innocently. Brittany had never been this angry at her… even after Santana had revealed the tooth-fairy was a myth… Long story… once again thanks to the over-consumption of alcohol.
"Hi" Santana mumbled.
Santana really needed Brittany right now. Britt-Britt would be the only one who could understand… who could help.
"I didn't hear you come in last night," Brittany merely stated, not even looking up at Santana. "Another night of mindless drinking?"
Santana cringed at the bluntness of Brittany's tone. It wouldn't have been mindless if Santana's mind would just stop thinking about Ms. Fabray… but Brittany was right.
"I'm sorry Britt… I just have a lot on my mind" Santana mumbled before sitting down next to the taller blonde.
Brittany turned to look at Santana before she rolled her icy blue eyes.
"I doubt you have a mind left after this week. But yes… I forgive you"
A small smile curved on Brittany's lips before Santana practically jumped her, hugging Brittany tightly. It felt so good just to feel the warm embrace of comfort once again…
Brittany – Santana's confidant. Her Best-Friend, Ex-Lover, Roommate, Entertainment, Therapist and Teddy-bear.
Brittany suddenly pulled back as someone cleared their throat slightly.
"Thank you Puckerman…"
Santana's head turned quickly to see Ms. Fabray's eyes burning into her, a curt smile plastered on Ms. Fabray's face. OBVIOUSLY… Ms. Fabray didn't forget about what happened… much to Santana's horror. A dark cloud of dread drenched Santana in anxiety as Quinn's eyes slowly floated across the students in the class. For the first time in her existence Santana felt an indescribable fear… Hell Hath no fury like a woman scorned.
"Good morning everyone" Quinn greeted.
Sudden fury gripped Santana's heart as Ms. Fabray smiled at Puck… What the hell was going on with her? Fabray just smiled at Puck and Santana wanted to douse him in flames.
"Thank you Noah"
THANK YOU NOAH? What…. What the hell was that? Sweet little smiles and… thank you's? The injustice of it all. It was Puck For fuck sakes….
"Always a pleasure Q"
Q? Is that like some sick James Bond reference? Santana's mind started to dart across the room looking for Sam… Where was Sam? Why wasn't he hindering Puck's flirtations? What kinda bet was this?
Suddenly her question was answered as Sam walked in holding a gigantic box. Sam practically fell to the floor from the sheer mass of the box, but as he dropped in infront of Quinn's desk... He smiled triumphantly.
"And Thank you Sam. That box was extremely heavy" Quinn praised before smiling slightly.
Had the world gone mad? Ms. Fabray actually asked Biceps and Jew-hawk to help her… And of course they JUST HAD to agree….
And then….
Sam lifted his shirt to wipe his face, revealing his supermodel body. His abs flexed as his shirt brushed over his face, making half the girls swoon in awe….
Okay… now THAT was a bit much Right? Santana screamed internally as she looked on in disbelief…
Even Brittany stared on in wonder….
"Anything for you Ms. Fabray" Sam replied sweetly before walking to his desk.
FOR THE LOVE OF…. Really?
This was just NOT happening right now….
Santana dropped her head in defeat, unsure whether to laugh or cry at the situation… Could things get worse?
"Sonnet 18; Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? One of the best-known of 154 sonnets written by William Shakespeare. I was impressed with your in-depth paraphrasing and analysis of Sonnet, however there were many different opinions and I would like to hold a discussion regarding certain views. " Quinn's professional tone made Santana look up…
Deep Hazel eyes connected with Santana's making Santana's body nearly melt instantly. Santana couldn't help as her eyes dropped to Ms. Fabray's lips… Sitting here? Watching in silence… Santana herself couldn't even believe what happened the day before. But the instant lustful ache that filled her body reminded Santana… driving memories of the taste of Ms. Fabrays's lips through her brain. Yeah… Love hurts… everyone heard that before… but Lust? Infatuation… Obsession… THIS CRUSH… is a damn spiteful bitch which kicks you as you lay on the ground.
Quinn's eyes dropped suddenly as she started brushing through papers. Coward…. Ms. Fabray couldn't even look at Santana. Yes… Santana felt guilty but Ms. Fabray did kiss her back right? That must mean that Ms. Fabray wanted it… Right? Then again… Maybe Ms. Fabray was just another one of those girl that wanted a homo-erotic experience? And who better than Santana right? Ms. No-Hope, Emotionally damaged, Careless…. Lopez…
"First of all… Puckerman? Please explain how "She's Hot" fully explains this poem" Quinn finally said, her voice filled with a frosty undertone.