"So I would like one double pounder, a mountain of fries ... And a super sized drink. Ooh and three apple pies. Do you want anything San?" she is looking at me oddly.
"What the fuck is a double pounder?" Stacey handles this one for me as I jump the counter and pour myself a drink. Got to love post mix machines.
"It's like a quarter pounder, but with eight patties. It's artery clogging goodness." Santana looks at me,
"That is fucking disgusting. No I don't want any McDonalds. Why are you on that side of the counter loser?"
"I get heavy boxes off high shelves for this midget, and in return my food is cheaper. Pick a table and I'll be with you in a minute."
In the time it takes the fry boy to make my meal I move four 50lb boxes of fries down to easy heights, steal another drink and sit across from Santana in the shiny red booth.
"So I may have kind of lied a bit to you today." she looks like she is going to start yelling so I hold my arms up in a gesture of peace and rapidly continue. "But I had a legit good reason too. Plus now I can tell you the truth so it's better." she is looking pretty sceptical, but less like she is about to start yelling at me. So I tell her about my summer, starting with Brit crying on the phone all the way up to Rachel's stupid party. I leave out the fact I joined the football team because Puck says letterman jackets are a turn on for her, but I do include the fact that for a solid month Brittany decided my bed was more comfortable than hers. Because although she looks decidedly unimpressed about it I can barely imagine her reaction if she were to find out from Brit later.
"So uh, yea... My life is all types of fucked and your psychotic ex thinks she owns me. How was your summer?" She blinks and snakes the last fry to avoid answering immediately.
"Well, better than yours. Clearly." She looks up and smirks. It doesn't reach her eyes though. "In all seriousness it was pretty shit. Lonely as, it sucked ass. I dumped Brit hard, then went looking for you. The only news I got of you was lies from her." From the look in her eyes I can see she is all torn up on the inside. I don't even think about it I just take her hand to give her some comfort. She relaxes and grips it before she realises we are in a public place and drops it. We get up awkwardly, something has shifted between us.
"Want you walk home?" I ask, because Brittany's couch isn't particularly comfortable.
"What?"
"Well that couch sucks ass and we have early morning Cheerio's, figured you might want your bed, hence would you like me to walk you home."
"Ah." She squints at me before opening her mouth, "You said, actually never mind. No I can't go home at 3AM on a school night. My parents would kill me."
"So... Brit's?" She shrugs and we leave the grease pit.
I unlock the door and we sneak in. I'm pretty sure Brit gets an alert on her iPhone whenever I leave or enter the house but I don't want to wake her parents. Now that I'm allowed in the house they treat me like one of their own. Which is great but I don't want to be grounded. I start heading down the stairs towards my cell when I realised Santana is still right behind me.
"Um..."
"You're right. That couch is terrible to try and sleep on. Can I sleep with you?" Yes, YES one thousand times yes! "Wait that came out wrong," That's what she said Hey-o. "Can I crash in your basement?" Well that is so much less exciting.
"Sure, just remember it's a wee bit creepy." We get down there and she gasps. "See, creepy." Well to me it is totally home, but I can see how the solid steel bars and the dirty mattress seem kind of like a horror movie set. She grabs my arm and leans into me. She seems to take some subconscious clues off me as she doesn't totally freak out. "You can go upstairs if you want, you don't have to stay in the science dungeon." She looks likes that is really tempting but shrugs.
"This is normal for you right?" I nod. "So we good."
Flopping forward onto my bed I flip my blanket so the dirty side is up.
"Tadaa!" Jazz hands will fix this right?
She kicks off her shoes and crawls in next to me.
"I'm not sure if I really want to ask, but why is your bed filled with dirt?"
"I can explain. You see it was mud, but then I slept in here and my body heat dried it out... After about a week."
"Ew."
"Hey now, it is totally clean dirt. Promise. And the couch is still on offer."
"Thanks but no." I'm almost asleep when, "Oh and Quinn? Don't read too much into this. I don't think I can deal with a relationship right now."
I'd believe her more if she wasn't snuggling the shit out of me.
It's the temperature difference that wakes me, it may have been the light for Santana. The blanket is ripped off us by a pissed looking Brittany.
"Wow, you move quickly Quinn. What was like two days ago you had me in there?" I snort because this is exactly why I told Santana immediately. I know what a bitch Brittany can be these days,
"Nah, I'd say closer to two weeks. Ever since I filled it with mud." I feel my side shaking, wait. That's just Santana laughing.
"That is brilliant." Brittany just rolls her eyes.
"Whatever, you need to drive me and Santana to Cheerio's." I start laughing and reclaim my blanket.
"Yea, my car is sitting in the parking lot have fun."
"Urgh." She kicks me in the side. Pretty soft though because she is barefoot.
"Alright going back to sleep now."
Santana and Brittany head up the stairs to go beg a lift off Susan. There is a weird tense distance between them. While I am totally happy that I have a shot at Santana it sucks that they lost their best friends. My pocket vibrates.
Santana - Coach says you better have your ass on the field this morning.
Fuck. I get up, jam a Cheerio's uniform, football training clothes and some normal clothes into a bag before leaving the house. I jog to the school and quickly change behind the bleachers.
"Good to see you could be bothered joining us Lucy. Get your fat ass in with the freshmen." This is awesome. Means I won't have any interaction with Brittany in all of the routines.
All this jumping and flipping is nowhere near as soul crushingly hard as it used to be. The last time I was on the bottom of the pyramid it felt like my bones were about to compress. Today I can just chill without the huge amount of concentration it used to require. I can totally watch Santana from here.
School sucks. I've never struggled before and now I can't even concentrate in class. I get a call from Pete so I excuse myself from class to answer it, "You want some after school work? There is a bunch of trees with you and Dave's names on them. "
"Yeah, sure."
"Cool, pick him up from the rink at 6, practice should be done by then." What am I a taxi?
"Yea sure thing."
I head back into class. Shit. I was gone two minutes and I can't follow any of the maths on the board this really isn't good. I make a real effort to get notes that will help me later. Which means I try and not stare at Santana's boobs when she isn't looking. My notes are passable but it doesn't feel like I'm retaining any of this information. Maybe Tina or Brit can tutor me. Eh at least I can't fail glee. I am so fucking hyperactive. I can't concentrate for more than ten seconds. Well I manage a minute while Rachel starts singing a song, she is fucking hilarious. I'm pretty sure she is singing to me but because I have never been on the receiving end before I can't stop laughing. I really shouldn't have given her that puppy. Although the fact that no one changed the name quick enough so it still responds to Lucifer still cracks me up. Oh she finished. She is looking at me expectantly, scratch that everyone was looking at me.
"That was um... A nice song?" I look around me Santana is face palming and Brittany is laughing. Now I look again Tina is shaking as she tries to suppress laughter. Shit what did she just sing to me.
Puck - I didn't think the Beiber experience would work twice. Baby baby baby oh! LOL Retard.
Aw, Fuck my life. Why can't I pay attention to anything today. It isn't like I've done anything special today. Wait that would be it, I haven't exercised much today. Like Cheerio's doesn't even count anymore. So maybe cutting down trees tonight with Dave might help. I'll run this one past Brit tonight. For now I just have to go sit on Puck's lap to hide from Berry. She could have sat near me in any of the empty seats.
AN - So the updates should become more frequently as I became redundant. Be fun unemployment time. Also Boringsiot, just no that is my unemployment fallback plan. Also I will take suggestions, if they fit I can use it. I do like reviews so continue please.