Chapter Twenty Five
Quinn still couldn't believe what she'd just seen. Or not even believe, but process. Her mind was seriously pulling blanks when it came to the image of that new blonde girl Brittany fucking her friend. From behind. On the floor. Of the girl's shower room. With a penis. Like, Quinn had honestly thought she'd been hallucinating at first. In reality, walking in on the cat girl in compromising positions throughout the school wasn't really that uncommon. Hell, Quinn herself had once been found in an illicit way with Santana by a few of the girls on the Cheerios. They'd not said anything though. Probably because both she and the Neko were Captain and second in command of the squad. Or maybe they'd just sympathized with the frustrations of being interrupted mid coitus. The Cheerios really were a slutty bunch of deviants hoes.
But all that aside, the part that was really fucking with Quinn, no pun intended, was more to do with Brittany, and not so much the act she'd witnessed. The girl had a dick. And not just a dick, but a large one at that. A large one, that was erect, and capable of fucking another individual. Like, did that even happen outside of the porn industry? Quinn had no idea what to think. Or what to say, or do, the next time she saw the girl. Wait, was Brittany even a girl? Okay, no. She was obviously a girl, since that's how she was presenting herself. But maybe she was one of those individuals that were born into the wrong body, or something? Hadn't she seen something about that on Ellen once? It would make more sense, though, if Brittany were a girl stuck in a boy's body, than if she were simply a girl with a penis, right? Because Quinn definitely hadn't seen anything like that on Ellen...
Well, regardless of the reasons behind Brittany's unexpected anatomy, the fact still remained that one of her best friends, and some girl she barely knew, were getting it on just a few feet from her. Quinn hadn't been this confused, or jealous, since she'd found out that Santana slept with a lot of girls, and not just her. It stung even more than the knowledge of the countless guys Santana had been, or was currently, with. It's not that Quinn was gay for her friend or anything. But then again, maybe she was, just a little. Or at least, she felt possessive of her, since as far as she knew, she and Santana had been each other's firsts. Or lesbian firsts, in Santana's case. But Quinn knew enough about Neko's to know that it would never have worked out simply because she wasn't a boy. Something about the animal part of her friend that could only mate long term with guys.
Quinn frowned even harder at this, because she knew for a fact that Santana was currently in the middle of her heat week, which meant she should only be sleeping with guys. Or at least, have at minimum one present in all her extracurricular affairs. As far as Quinn had been led to believe, the cat girl couldn't sleep with just girls during her time of the month, even if that's what she would've preferred to do, all crazy Neko shit aside. But then, how was she having sex with only this Brittany girl, less than a dozen feet away from where she was currently standing? Unless- unless Brittany really was a dude. Well, a dude with long hair and breasts, at least. "You lucky son of a bitch," Quinn murmured in astonishment, shaking her head. So Santana had found a way around her biological lesbian boxblock...
She should've been even more jealous at the thought, but actually, Quinn was grinning from ear to ear at the prospect of Santana having found someone she could be with all 30 days out of the month. Maybe her friend would finally settle down and stop stealing all the boys from the rest of them. Because even if many of them joked about their encounters with the Neko afterwards, behind her back with their friends, Quinn knew first hand that there was no comparing sex with the cat girl, with any other type of sex. Even high on those pills Puck liked to bring to parties, the sex could never, and would never, compare. Once you go Neko, and so on...
"Well, I guess I better congratulate the lucky couple," Quinn mused, realizing now she had the perfect ammunition to tease her fellow Cheerio about. She couldn't very well taunt the girl about being half human, half cat. At least, not sober, and not if she ever wanted to remain friends with her. But other than that, there really wasn't much else that Santana actually took offense at, or could be riled up over. It infuriated Quinn to no end, seeing as she herself had so many insecurities or traits that Santana knew about, and often times used against her when they were in one of their more enemy, than friend's weeks.
Being number one and number two on the Cheerios meant they always had something to be in competition over. Coach Sylvester usually saw to it, believing that the rivalry made them better leaders. Honestly, it probably did, but it also meant Quinn was often left devastated and in tears after a rather brutal verbal assault from the other girl. But at least Santana had the decency to only attack her like that when they were alone. She didn't think she could handle becoming a public spectacle in that way. Not after everything she'd already been through.
Glancing down at her hands, Quinn suddenly remembered why it was she'd even come into the locker rooms in the first place. It was kind of ironic now, but after witnessing Brittany being slushied by Karofsky, she'd stormed up to the jock and punched him in the face. Obviously she didn't know then that Brittany was, well, whatever she was, but Quinn had spent a good half hour with the girl the day before, and knew she wasn't the type that would be able to handle that sort of bullying. Slushie facials were only enjoyable to witness when the victim was too stubborn to concede to any distress.
Rachel Berry, for instance, was absolutely hilarious to watch being doused from head to toe in sticky purple ice. The self confessed diva would usually make a big production of it, storming away after going on some long winded tirade about how high fructose corn syrup was bad for the body or environment or whatever. Sure, she must have hated having to constantly change her clothes and wash her hair throughout the day, but Quinn knew that Rachel could handle it. She wasn't going to shoot up the school, or slit her wrists in the girl's bathroom over it. Quinn didn't know that about Brittany, though.
So she'd punched Karofsky right in the nose. No doubt breaking it, if the pain and swelling in her hand was anything to go by. And since his team mates had dragged him off to the nurse, Quinn hadn't wanted to go there as well, instead figuring she'd raid the Cheerio's first aid kit for an ice pack. She hadn't made it that far though, having heard the showers running and gone to investigate. That's when she'd stumbled on the two girls in the middle of some freaky dramatization of Animal Planet meets National Geographic's Oddities of Nature. Or at least, that's what it had seemed like at the time. Curious, now that the showers were no longer running, Quinn slowly crept back up to the double doors and peered in through the glass, immediately smirking at what she saw.
Btw, the purpose of this chapter was to give you all a sense of how others outside the Lopez family might view the new couple, and Brittany in particular... Just something to think about...