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RECAP:
"I'm not a masochist, Rachel."
"Really? Because it seems like you are!"
"Why? Just because I like to fight?" I ask, shaking my head at the assumption.
"Yes! And the fact that you obviously enjoy getting put in the dog house!" She exclaims, swatting my nose.
"What the! What was that for?"
"For being a jerk!" She smacks my arm.
"Wait! What dog house? Are you comparing me to a dog?" I question, with my head tilted, as I dig into the dirt with the toe of my shoe.
She eyes my head tilt and my digging and gives me this "are-you-serious-right-now" look and shouts, "You're so frustrating, Quinn FaBERRY!"
I instantly blush at the name and before I can defend it, she walks away, toward the car, leaving me with one question…What dog house? !
CHAPTER 14: I Bullshit You Not
Quinn's POV
I wake up, at 9am, to the obnoxious sound of my alarm; I reach my arm over to turn it off, but end up groaning loudly into my pillow, instead. Fucking hell, I can't even move without whimpering like a wounded mutt.
"Shut up!" I yell into my pillow, as I gather what little strength I have and reach over to quiet the damn alarm. I collapse onto my bed with another groan…It's going to be a long, painful day.
I slowly and achingly roll over onto my back and pull my cell phone out from somewhere under my blankets.
Q: Morning, Beautiful :) Wanna do an early lunch?
I send the text to Rachel, while I try and sit up without falling back into the soft mattress. After three failed attempts, I decide to just wait for Rachel's answer…her "yes" would be the motivation I need to actually force myself out of bed. I wait another five minutes, staring at my ceiling, because turning my body to look at anything else is not worth the straining ache. I check my phone for her reply, but find no new message; this makes me frown. Rachel is definitely up, by now; she's always up at the butt-crack of dawn…I've endured a week of Rachel's 5am "can't wait to see you!" texts, waking me up before I leave my house to pick her up and take her to school, as proof.
Q: I know you're up, Sunshine! You're probably rearranging your impressing and extensive, yet adorably lame, musical DVD collection…so take a break from that tiring task and do me the honor of allowing me to watch you feast on a vegan-friendly meal, while I so gracefully stuff my face with a BLT? xD
I can be so charming, no? I tap my fingers on my empty, growling stomach. Geez, if I don't eat soon, I'll be sore and angry; and you wouldn't like me when I'm angry. I chuckle at my Hulk impression, but wince when my stomach muscles tense. This sucks; another five minutes pass by…
Q: Raaaaach! :'(
No reply…
Q: I'll take your inability to respond as a result of you being too busy trying to decide what cute animal sweater you should wear…May I suggest the owl? If you recall, I do love seeing you in it :) I'll be picking you up in an hour :D
I set my phone down and quickly jump out of bed, only to weakly whimper at my lack of remembering to move slowly…very slowly, as not to disturb my bruised midsection. Getting ready may take more than an hour.
Rachel's POV
Despite my very specific and strict rules, Quinn obviously didn't take them or me seriously; and even though I said I would ignore her texts, and any attempts to contact me, I admit seeing this…
Q: Raaaaach! :'(
…kind of makes me turn into a softie. Wait, no! I refuse to cave this early into her punishment. I set my phone to the side, with a determined "hmph!" and continue organizing my DVDs. Let's see…'Chitty Chitty Bang Bang' goes after 'Chicago' and before 'A Chorus Line,' which is followed by-
My phone buzzes, indicating that I have another text. I don't have to check to know that it's from Quinn, so I ignore it and delve into my wonderful, and so NOT lame, collection of musicals.
An hour or more, later, and after performing a few numbers from 'Funny Girl,' I'm finally on the letter 'R.' Just as I'm about to squeeze 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' between 'Rockville' and 'le Roi Soleil,' my dads call me downstairs.
"Rachel, honey! You have someone, here, to see you!" My daddy, Hiram, calls out to me, in an agitated voice.
My face instantly scrunches up; I'm not expecting any visitors. I quickly get up from beneath the pile of unorganized movies and make my way to my window; and there, right in front of my house, is Quinn's parked car. I gasp and instantly start tiding up my wrinkled clothes; my skirt survived the DVD chaos, but my top is dusty from all the older movies I've neglected over the years, so I throw on the first sweater I can find…my owl sweater. I smooth my hair down and make my way downstairs.
Half way down, I see my daddy return to the kitchen with an annoyed look on his face; I look at the visitor and instantly know why Daddy is mad. Daddy is not a fan of Quinn Fabray; I don't blame him. Even though I've been obsessed with her since I transferred to Mckinely, I never spoke of her, so when, out of the blue, Quinn knocks on the front door…looking like a complete badass…asking for me with that cocky smirk…you see my point. Plus, telling them that she was suspended for punching Finn, aka the Golden Boy according to Daddy, he was especially turned off by the pink-haired rebel. If only he knew that she actually punches peoples' faces in for a living. The reminder of last night and her violent bad-habit rouses the anger in me, again. How can Quinn just brush off my concern for her like it was the dirt that stained her face when she fell in the ring. I thought she wanted to be in a serious relationship with me; I even told my dads to not be surprised when Quinn properly asks for their permission to date me…but that was yesterday, before the junk yard and before Santana's highly inappropriate comment, at the diner. I finally reach the bottom step, and watch the conversation.
"So, Q, where do you plan on taking our little girl, today? Got some romantic date planned, huh?" I hear my dad, Leroy, asks Quinn, as he playfully nudges her ribs. I see the pained expression on her face, as she forces a smile.
"Uh…Just planned on lunch and maybe a mov-"
I pull my dad away, before she can finish, and whisper in his ear, "I'm mad at her; tell her the punishment has officially begun." I give her a pointed look and make my way back up the stairs.
"Sorry, Q; there's no Rachel for you, today. She tells me you're on punishment." He informs with a firm smack to her back, causing the pink-haired girl to whimper…at the punishment or the smack? I'm not sure, but she sounds hurt. Nevertheless, I fight the urge to soothe her pride and her beat-up body, as I reach the top of the staircase.
"You were serious about that? !" She shouts out in a truly disappointed squeak, when my bedroom shuts behind me.
I go directly to my window and wait. It's another minute or two before I see her slowly make her way back to her car. She's probably hurting from the beating she got last night; I told her that she would feel it in the morning, when all the adrenaline wore off…Serves her right. She finally reaches her car and she looks up at my window, catching me staring. I back away, embarrassed, as I hear the buzzing of my phone. I look at the texts; both are from Quinn, one sent over an hour ago, telling me that she's coming over and to wear my owl sweater. Oh god, she probably thinks I chose this sweater just to rub it in her face; I furrow my brow at the thought and then read the new text.
Q: Come back to the window…I miss you.
Ugh! Why is she making this so hard? ! I shut off my phone and throw myself on my bed before I throw myself out the window, hoping to land in Quinn's arms; or at least on top of her.
When it's clear that I'm not going to approach the window, again, I hear Quinn's car door slam and the engine rev, before she drives away.
Santana's POV
Q: I HATE YOU!
S: LOL! Luv u 2, bitch ;)
Q: I'm serious…Just fuck off.
S: OK 1st off, u texted me. 2nd, WTF Fabray? ?
There's a harsh banging on my window, and I roll my eyes when I see the messy pink hair on the other side. I walk over and open it, not helping her when she stumbles inside, looking pissed.
"Geez, Quinny, it wasn't that long ago when you were swooping in here like freakin' Batman; now you can barely climb in without hurting yourself." I say, making my way back to my bed.
"Shut up, San! It's your fault that Rachel's mad at me," she puffs out after she's done puffing up her cheeks, like she always does when she's angry.
I plop down in my bed and prop myself up on my elbow. "Listen, here, Quinny, I can easily shove your pale little ass out of my window, again, so calm the fuck down and remind me exactly why I should give a shit if the hobbit is mad at you?" She growls when I say "hobbit" and a proud smirk graces my face. "I'm waiting…"
"She's not talking to me, or even texting me, or even looking at me, San!" She explains, her eyes wide and dramatic. God! Berry's annoying over exaggerations have rubbed off on Quinny. I scoff at the distraught pink-haired girl.
"Why? Just because you were a good girl and ate out my delicious pus-"
"San!" She whines, covering her ears .
"Oh don't act like you don't wanna hear it, Q! This isn't my fault, okay. I was just being honest…YOU were the one that lied, not me," I say matter-of-factly.
"But-"
"No buts…This is your mess and instead of making it better, you're making it worse by sneaking through the window of your ex-girlfriend, who your "kind-of-not-really-girlfriend" despises because she's jealous of how awesome and down-right sexy said ex-girlfriend is…hence the reason you went down on me," I explain with the sexy look I used to give her before we would make-out.
She looks away, sheepishly, and slides down against the wall until her emo ass meets the carpet. "I'm so stupid!" She moans out from behind her hands, which are covering her face.
"Oh God! Fabray, if you start crying, not only will I kick your pathetic ass, I'll also videotape the whole incident and blackmail you for the rest of your life." I warn, as I get up and slump down next to her and pull her hands away from her face. "Grow a pair, will ya…Oh wait!"
"Shut up!" She says, shoving me lightly. I laugh at her, while she tries not to look embarrassed. "It's not funny," she whines, when I shove her back.
"Oh yes, it is!" I say, laughing uncontrollably, at this point.
"Quit it!" She yells, when I start poking her stomach, trying to get her to laugh because I don't care what she says…this whole damn situation is hilarious.
"Or what? You're gonna laugh like a wittle baby?" I taunt, as I flutter my fingertips against her tight stomach.
"Ahhh no, San! P-p-puh-pleeease!" She squeals, desperately trying to cover up her ticklish spots, which are like everywhere. I let her wiggle away, when she reminds me that she's sore from the fight.
"You're lucky I feel sorry for your wimpy ass, Quinny," I say, nudging her side with my foot. She grunts and continues to lie on her back, in the middle of my room like a dead human sacrifice.
She sighs and closes her eyes, "What do I do, Santana? I should call her and apologize, right? Yeah, that's good." She pulls out her phone from her leather jacket and before she can dial the number, I knock the device out of her hand.
"NO! I don't know what you should do, Q, but I know the last thing you want to do is dial the midget, have her reject your call, and then leave an embarrassing voicemail message crying about how much you miss her annoying, bossy, elf-like self…As your far superior ex-girlfriend, I refuse to let you beg another girl for forgiveness, when you should be begging me to take your sorry ass back."
She looks up at me, mouth slightly open, brow furrowed, "You say "ass" a lot." She point-outs and tries to sit-up, but winces and lies back down. "Fuck my life!"
"You fucked your own like, Quinny. No one told you to lie to Yentl and no one told you to thoroughly get your ass AND balls beat by a chick named, Sugar-Sugar," I say smacking the side of her head, before laying next to her.
"I am pathetic, aren't I?" She asks, as if she needs confirmation.
"Pfft…very." I answer, turning to look at her emotionless face. "Alright, look, Britt and I are going to a party at Puck's tonight; come with?"
"I don't really feel like being a third wheel, San," she mumbles.
I roll my eyes, "I won't let you feel like a third wheel; plus, there'll be plenty of other Cheerios…"
"What do "plenty of other Cheerios" have to do with anything?" She asks, scoffing at the words.
I smack her stomach, earning me a groan, "Don't play stupid, Fabray. You know you're totally on the Cheerios' radar, even more so now that the whole school knows you beat-up Finn…the Captain and quarterback of the football team."
"What? That's bullshit," she dismisses with a shake of her head.
"I bullshit you not, Quinny. I hear Teresa wants to get in your pants…"
"Yeah, because she thinks I have a vagina!" She says bitterly. I see the miserable look in her eyes, and I can't take it anymore.
"Damn it, Q…Alright, look, I'm gonna enlighten your dark, depressed ass…You're little "not-so-little-secret-friend" down, here," I grab her junk and she yelps, "…is not so secret. The whole squad knows, and I'm sure that by now the whole school knows…so, yeah."
"WHAT? !" She squeaks, pushing my hands off her crotch. "WHAT THE FUC-"
"Q, relax, okay!"
"How can I fuckin' relax! Everyone knows about my-" I cut her off, as she starts crying.
"Your glorious dick! So what? Fuck them, Q. If they have a problem with it, let them make it known and me, and the rest of the squad, will make their lives a living Hell; because believe it or not, Quinny, no matter how bad you try to distance yourself from us, from who you used to be, you will always…always…be one of us. You will always be a part of the Cheerios family; and if you remember, the number one rule is we win together and we lose together. We'll always have your back."
I wrap my arm around her stomach and use my other hand to soothe her quivering jaw. She stops her sniffling, but before she wipes her tears I pull my phone out and snap a picture of her.
"Blackmail, bitch!" I laugh, as she pushes me off and tries to keep my tickling fingers from making her regret it.
/END CHAPTER\
**So, I know I barely scratched the surface of the "punishment" and I barely had any Faberry goodness, but fret not, next chapter will have plenty of both. Also the Quinntana is important to have, but don't worry…they won't get back together; they just have a bond they don't have with anyone else. The story behind everyone finding out about Quinn will be revealed in the next chapter, along with Puck's party, so…see you all soon? Thanks for reading and possibly reviewing :)