I don't own Glee, as much as I would like to.
Chapter 28
RPOV
"Babe, you're having lunch with me," Puck said, stuffing his phone back into his pocket.
"First of all, I've told you repeatedly not to call me 'Babe'," I said with a sigh. "Second of all, why am I eating lunch with you?"
"The Unholy Trinity's doing something together during lunch, and Baby Mama doesn't want you to be alone," He said, before smirking and tacking on, "… babe."
"Fine," I huffed. "But nobody that you associate with is going to beat me up, are they?"
"Naw, it's just the guys from Glee minus Kurt."
"Oh, okay. I suppose that isn't too bad…"
As we walked towards the lunch table arm in arm, most of the guys looked up in astonishment. Artie and Mike raised their eyebrows, but they seemed fine. Sam just grinned, waving a little.
And then there was Finn.
Finn got up immediately, grabbing his stuff and stomping away from the table like a petulant and grumpy four year old.
"Who pissed in his apple juice?" Puck asked as we sat down across from Sam and Mike. They all shrugged, but Artie threw out a theory.
"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he feels humiliated because of getting dumped by Rachel."
"Yeah, well, he deserved it," Puck said in an annoyed voice. "If you act like a dick to a girl, they're going to dump you. It's happens to me all the time."
"So, Rachel, what brings you to the guys' table?" Sam asked me, opening and taking a sip from a can of soda.
"Apparently, Quinn, Santana, and Brittany have some form of engagement during lunch; so they pawned me off on Noah."
"Since when did he get so chummy with you girls?" Mike inquired, eyes flicking from me to Puck and back. I shrugged.
"I don't know. It just sort of happened."
A comfortable silence fell among us, until Sam spoke up.
"I really liked the song you and Quinn sang today, by the way."
"Thank you, Sam! Same to you; yours was great."
This seemed to spark a conversation, and our lunch period passed without much of a hitch at all. I figured that I would be ill-fit among the boys, but that really wasn't the case at all. Contrary to popular belief, not all guys are Neanderthals who only talk about videogames and girls. Some are rather decent, and can carry on a conversation longer than "You wanna go out?"
Afterwards, I was standing at my locker, retrieving my textbook for English, when Sam jogged up to me.
"Hey, Rachel."
"Oh, hello, Sam. Was there something you needed?"
"Yeah, I was just wondering if maybe I could have your number? You seem pretty cool, and I was thinking maybe we could hang out sometime-"
Oh my Lord, was Sam asking me out or something? That was something that I would definitely not be able to deal with…
"-just as friends though, you know?"
Thank God.
"Sure," I said with a smile, "That would be great. Here, let me have your phone for a second; I'll put my number in."
He handed it over, and after I typed in my number and handed it back, he grinned and stuck his hands in his pockets, starting to walk away.
"I'll text you sometime. Bye, Rachel."
I waved goodbye, and turned back to see Quinn standing next to my locker.
"Look what the cat dragged in," I said, smirking at the girl, who was staring with narrowed eyes over my shoulder at the retreating form of the bleach-blonde boy.
"Hey!" She said indignantly. "I told Puck to tell you that I had something to do during lunch!"
"He did," I replied, closing the locker door. "But did you not deign it fit to tell me what called you away so urgently?"
"It's a surprise," she whispered in my ear as we walked into our English class.
"Hmm, well, don't we all love surprises? Anyway," I said, sitting in the desk next to Quinn as usual, "I'm going to need you to occupy yourself for a couple hours, later."
"Why?" She asked, pouting.
"Santana's coming over to help me plan something, and you aren't privy to this information."
"Lovely," Quinn said wryly. "But this will be after Cheerio practice, right?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Well that means that I still get a couple hours of having you to myself," She murmured, drawing aimless patterns on my forearm, which was resting on the desktop. I turned my head, hoping that my blush was not visible. I cleared my throat, searching for a way to change the subject.
"So did you find out who became the captain of the Cheerios?"
"Yeah," the blonde said, leaning back in her chair. "It's Santana."
"Wow, really?"
"Mmhmm," She nodded in agreement. "I'm so proud. But she's not very happy, because she got made co-captain with Becky Jackson."
"Becky Jackson… isn't that the freshman girl that follows Sue around all the time?"
"Yup."
"Sue made her co-captain? That's interesting."
"Sure is. So will you not tell me what you and Santana are diabolically planning?"
I grinned.
"There's nothing diabolical about it. And no, not unless you tell me what you and the two of them were doing during lunch."
"Damn. Well I can't tell you that."
"Then I suppose I can't tell you what we're planning."
"Will you two shut up?" A boy to our right said in a hushed voice.
"Mind your own business, Jones," Quinn said with a slight snarl.
"Calm down, tiger," I chuckled, gently stroking her arm.
"If I'm a tiger, then you've basically de-clawed and de-fanged me. Jeez, I'm like a freaking kitten now. And I thought I was a lion, anyway?"
"Okay, we've got booze, lights, people, more booze, a disco ball-"
"Why do we need that again?"
Santana paused in her pacing and counting.
"Because everything's better with a disco ball. Duh." She started walking back and forth again, checking things off her mental list on her fingers. "-disco ball, microphone, fog machine, a lack of chaperones, random snack food, and now," She said, not pausing in her pacing and not looking at me, "Now we just need to find a way to make you sexy; something you absolutely failed at last time. Granted, it's going to be a relatively interesting task, given that I'm not sure you have that ability, but we'll give it our best shot…"
I grinned mischievously and stood up, walking slowly until I was standing right behind the Latina, who had her back turned. She seemed to sense my presence and stopped talking.
"Ahem, what are you doing?" She asked, her voice shaking. I shifted closer, until my front was almost touching her back. It was strange; I had just noticed that Santana and I were relatively the same height. I suppose she just always seemed taller because she acted superior. One of my hands moved to her hip, causing Santana to almost flinch.
"Are you nervous yet?" I asked, dropping my voice down to a husk.
"What the hell? I am not playing the nervous game with you, Berry!" Her words showed conviction, but she still had not moved from where she was standing, and she was stammering even more.
"Aw, come on San, you told me to be sexy," My voice dropped even lower, and I lowered my lips to her ear. "I can totally… bring… my sexy."
Santana drew in a shaky breath, before seeming to come to her senses and she spun around and backed away.
"No fucking way, okay? I happen to have a girlfriend, and you have that huge fucking mess with Quinn; so why don't I just leave, and you can go take your sexy to her, thank you very much!"
My smirk changed to a triumphant grin, and I stepped forward to poke the Latina in the nose, much to her indignation.
"But I made you nervous, and I can be sexy, so HA. I was right. Admit it."
"Okay fine," The girl said, running her hand through her loose black hair. "That was acceptable. But I'm still leaving."
"Noo," I whined, falling back onto my bed. "Don't go! Quinn went to her mom's, and if you leave it'll be so boring all by my lonesome. It's not like I would've done anything, anyway. I was just trying to prove a point."
Santana rolled her eyes and shook her head, coming back to flop down beside me.
"So now that we have that out of the way, I'm pretty sure we have everything for Friday, right?"
"I don't know…" I muttered, racking my brain for anything else we might need for a party.
"Cake!" She suddenly cried, sitting up.
"What?" I asked, confused, as I sat up as well.
"We need a cake!"
"Why the hell do we need a cake? It's not a birthday or anything."
"Because I want a fucking cake, and I'm two-thirds of this operation-"
"Hey!"
"- so what I say, goes. And I want a cake."
"Fine. We can have a fucking cake, as you put it. But we're going to bake it."
"What? No! Why would you bake one if you could get it from the store?"
"Because I'm the other one-third of this operation, and so what I say, goes. And I want us to bake the cake."
"Ay Dios mío, you're insufferable!"
"So how's tomorrow afternoon after Glee?"
"Sure," She muttered, defeated, after staring at me in irritation for a few minutes. "Sure, I'll help you bake a fucking cake." In a quieter voice, she said, "Now I know why Quinn's so whipped."
I grinned.
I looked up from my book as Quinn walked in the front door, and swung my legs off the couch to allow her a seat.
"How'd it go?" I asked after a few minutes, where Quinn sat with her head leant back and eyes closed.
"It was great," she said, her eyes popping open and a smile spreading across her face. "My mom and I talked about some things that we haven't for years, and that we needed to get out of the way. You know she's trying to get a job? Oh, wait, yeah, you do know that… She has an interview on Saturday for a real-estate company! We might be able to live on something other than Russell's money now! And she asked me about Glee Club and school, and we talked about Cheerios – turns out, she got kicked off as a junior, too. And she explained to me what AA is, and it sort of actually makes sense now. And… Rach, she asked if I wanted to spend the night at home sometime. Not like I was going back there forever right now or anything, just to see how I like it." She held her breath for a moment. "Would you be okay with that?"
"Of course, Quinn!" I said, sincere in my sentiment. I really did want her to be happy, and if being at home would make her happy, then I was definitely fine with that. Sure, I had reveled a couple times at the fact that I pretty much had Quinn to myself; but her happiness was more important to me than my attempt at being possessive, especially where I had no right to be. "Did she say when? Do you have a specific day in mind?"
"No, not really, I was thinking maybe sometime during the weekend. And you're sure you're fine with it?" Quinn looked at me as if I was going to suddenly get mad and throw her out or something, but I simply smiled and scooted towards the blonde, giving her a sideways hug.
"I am totally, absolutely, definitely fine with it. The point was never for you to stay here forever. Just until you could go back home. And you might be able to now. So it isn't my right to say 'No, you can't go home; you have to stay with me for all eternity…'" I made my voice really deep and poked Quinn in the ribs, causing her to giggle a bit. I snorted and shook my head, wondering how it was me that could get Quinn-freaking-Fabray to giggle.
"Movie?" She asked, twisting her neck to look at me.
"Quinn, we have homework to finish!" I gasped. "How could you propose such a lackadaisical, mundane, time-consuming occupation of the evening while we still have work to complete, especially on a school night?"
"Oh, come on," the blonde groaned, "We already did most of it this afternoon…"
"Almost is not all! This is no way to maintain your grades, and I do not wish to be held responsible for enabling your apparent underachiever mentality!"
"Calm yourself, jeez. Fine, we'll do homework. Then can we watch a movie?"
"Sure," I said, grinning happily.
"Santana was right…" She grumbled, thinking I couldn't hear her.
But I could.
"Were you serious?"
"Hmm?" I asked, struggling to regain coherence. We had indeed finished our homework and put in a movie, which was almost over. Quinn and I were lying on the couch, somehow ending up with her behind me and us sort of half-spooning while falling asleep.
"About having a party. Were you serious?" The hand that was gently stroking my hip stopped its motion, and Quinn propped her elbow up on the armrest and looked down at me. I reluctantly opened my eyes and looked up to see those hazel ones staring down at me in curiosity. I raised my eyebrow at her, before focusing on the ceiling past her head.
"Yeah. Why?"
"I don't know," she said, shrugging. "I guess just that a lot of stuff can happen at a party. Plus, remember last time?"
"Of course I remember," I said, making a face. "I kissed Blaine, and got vomited on by Brittany three days later. Plus the hangover felt like shit."
"Then why are you having another one?"
I thought for a few moments before answering.
"However much it sucked, it was still really fun. And I could just not drink as much, so that I don't get the after-effects."
"Are you going to be as much of a… erm… how do I say this politely…"
"Goody-two-shoes?" I queried.
"Yeah," She said, breathing a sigh of relief. "That."
"I should hope not. I'm getting certain… assistance with that part." I smirked, as Quinn started to look concerned.
"'Assistance' from whom?"
"You'll find out sooner or later," I said, smirking even more as the blonde looked downright apprehensive. "Don't worry, it's not Puck."
"Well that's a relief… Although that still leaves a world of troublemakers…"
"Don't worry about it. Oh, do you want to help with something tomorrow after school?"
"What is this 'something'?"
"Baking."
"Rachel!"
I spun around in the hallway, colliding with a bubbly blonde cheerleader.
"Hi, Brittany."
"Rachel, can I help you make your cake? Pleeeeeeaaaaassseeee?"
I glared over the shoulder of the blonde, who had now grabbed me in a death-grip hug. Santana shrugged and smirked.
"You never said I couldn't bring help to bake your fucking cake."
I glared even more venomously, until Brittany stood back and smiled at me. Nobody could keep glaring around a smile that bright and innocent.
"Sure, Britt," I said, smiling myself. "You can help. Quinn's coming, too, anyway."
The mentioned ex-cheerleader walked up at that moment, having caught my last few words.
"It's interesting how we are the four most popular girls in school, and the most interesting thing in our lives is baking a cake," She noted drily.
"Oh, I can think of a few more interesting things in our lives at the moment," Santana singsonged, causing Quinn to turn towards her. If looks could kill, the Latina would keel over where she was standing.
"Shut up," the blonde hissed.
"Chill," the darker girl said, holding up her hands in a placating manner. "I don't have time to go Lima Heights on your ass right now. Britts and I have something to attend to. Adios mi amigas." She grabbed her girlfriend's hand, dragging her towards the stairwell nearest to us.
"'Something to attend to'?" I asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow.
"They're going to go make out in the janitor's closet," Quinn said bluntly, turning to open her locker.
"Hmm." I was distracted by the many photos in the blonde's locker. You can tell a lot by what someone has in their locker. Most people have mementos of some sort, perhaps remembering experiences, perhaps certain people. A lot of people have photos, sometimes of friends, family, sometimes of moments. In Quinn's locker, she had several of both.
There was a photo taken in the hospital, when Quinn was holding Beth in her arms and staring at her daughter with pure, unadulterated love. A few tears were brought to my eyes and threatened to leak out as I imagined what it must have been like for Quinn to give up her baby girl.
There were some photos of the Cheerios; one of a national championship they won, and… another national championship they won, another of the entire team (I think it was a copy of the yearbook picture).
The majority of the pictures were of Glee. There was a picture of the regional's trophy from this year, of our yearbook photo last year, a candid from our mattress commercial, another one from right after "Somebody to Love", a picture we had all taken a few months ago in our "Born This Way" shirts, a picture from the week we did Gaga, another when we did "Empire State of Mind" at the beginning of the year, and many more. My eyes returned to the "Somebody to Love" one, where we were all sitting close to each other and smiling like it was the best night of our lives. A small, round, blue magnet was holding it up, placed directly over my face.
For some reason that affected me.
I don't know why, as the logical side of my brain screamed at me that it was just a stupid magnet, and it might have been an accident. My jaw clenched, though, as my insecurities made themselves apparent, and my fist clenched so hard at my side that my knuckles turned white.
Quinn noticed the change in my demeanor and followed my line of sight, understanding lighting up her face. She immediately reached into the metal compartment, moving the magnet over to instead cover Finn's face. I almost smiled, but my mind was still battling itself. Quinn placed her hand on mine, trying to get me to look her in the eyes. I finally did, and the golden-flecked hazel captivated me like always.
"I said it once, and I'll say it forevermore," the blonde whispered, "never again. Got it?"
I nodded, my fist uncurling and gripping Quinn's fingers.
"We have a lot of drama, huh?" I said, chuckling a little bit.
"Come on, we're in Glee club. Of course we do," She said with a grin.
We walked slowly down the hall, our hands still gripping each other.
Maybe drama isn't that bad.
Glee rolled around without very much drama at all, though. I spent lunch with Puck and the Glee guys again, as Quinn, Brittany, and Santana were all doing something – again – during lunch. Sam and I had stood at my locker for a while, chatting until Quinn got there. The reaction she had was hilarious; half her face started glaring, and the other half smiled, so that she looked like a stroke-victim whose face got paralyzed. Damn it, that was more offensive than I would have ever dreamed of saying (even in my head) a month ago! What is wrong with me?
Quinn's angelic laugh reached my ears, and I turned my head slightly to look at her and Santana joking – rather crudely, I might add – about the virtues of Las Vegas. Her hazel eyes flicked to me once, and my heart stuttered.
Oh yeah, now I remember what's wrong with me.
"Hey guys! Do any of you have performances for us?" Mr. Schue asked, entering the room and laying his leather messenger-bag on the piano.
The three girls to my left all raised their hands and stood up at the same time, much to my surprise and then understanding. So that's where they've been the past two days! I should have known, given my aptitude for knowing everything there is to know about behavior before a performance.
"Great, girls; we can't wait to hear what you have," our teacher said, stepping to the side of the room.
Santana moved in front of the two blondes, speaking to us all.
"This is for a very special… friend of ours." She glared daggers at something behind me, and I turned to see Nicole in the back of the room on one of the high risers. I turned back around with my cheeks tinted red as Santana continued speaking. "'Cause no one fucks with our Hobbit."
I could just imagine Mr. Schue's face right now, but I'd rather pay attention to what Santana just started singing, in her always-alluring, slightly raspy voice.
Once upon a time
A few mistakes ago
I was in your sights
You got me alone
You found me
You found me
Found me-e-e-e-e
Quinn stepped forward to join her friend facing the audience, and she swayed back and forth, occasionally grinning at me while singing the next verse.
I guess you didn't care
And I guess I liked that
And when I fell hard
You took a step back
Without me
Without me
Without me-e-e-e-e
Santana cut back in, changing the tune.
And she's long gone
When she's next to me
And I realize
The blame is on me
Both girls slid back, allowing Brittany to the forefront to perform a perfectly simple-yet-complex choreography pattern and sing the chorus.
Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I never been
Till you put me down oh
All the girls joined together, their voices melding into one striking sound.
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I never been
Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble trouble
Santana restarted with the next verse, and the cycle between her and Quinn continued.
No apologies
She'll never see you cry
Pretend she doesn't know
That she's the reason why
You're drowning
You're drowning
You're drowni-i-i-i-ing
And I heard you moved on
From whispers on the street
A new notch in your belt
Is all I'll ever be
And now I see
Now I see
Now I see-e-e-e-e-e
She was long gone
When she met me
And I realized
The joke is on me
Yeah
Once again, Brittany took the spotlight, dazzling everyone with her dancing, until all three joined voices.
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I never been
So you put me down oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I never been
Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
This time the taller blonde stayed in front, softly singing the next few lines in a way that almost broke my heart just from hearing her.
When the saddest fear
Comes creeping in
That you never loved me
Or him
Or anyone
Or anything
Yeah
They all started singing again, finishing the song off with a flourish.
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I never been
So you put me down oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I never been
Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble!
The last guitar strum reverberated off the walls of the choir room, as we all whooped and clapped at the three girls, who were breathing hard and all had smiles on their faces. After a few moments they took their seats, and a panting Quinn laid her head on my shoulder. I smiled and stroked the hair near the nape of her neck, kissing the top of the blonde's head.
"I'm so proud of you. Thank you," I whispered.
"Thank Santana," she said, pointing at the Latina, who was curled up in Brittany's arms at the moment. I grinned and shook my head. I love having these three as my friends. I can't imagine living without them. God, how did I survive when they were making my life miserable?
Oh, that's right.
Barely.
"Amazing, girls! Although I can't say I approve of the… off-color introduction, I think you guys did a great job! So who's next?"
After Artie did a wonderful rendition of "Black and Gold" with great wheelchair choreography, Puck shyly raised his hand to Mr. Schue's repeated query.
Wait, since when is Puck shy?
"Um… I guess this was just… something… about regret…"
"What is wrong with you, Puckerman?" Santana snarked, pulling her attention away from her girlfriend. Puck seemed to square up at this, and his jaw became set.
The piano began to play, and my ears strained to hear the words so unusual for Puck's song choice.
A drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might
End up together
It's like wishing for rain
As I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most
'Cause you are my
Heaven
I don't want to waste the weekend
If you don't love me
Pretend
A few more hours
Then it's time to go
As my train rolls down the east coast
I wonder how you'll keep warm
It's too late to cry
To broken to move on
But still I can't let you be
Most nights I hardly sleep
Don't take what you don't need
From me
It's just a drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might
End up together
It's like wishing for rain
As I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most
'Cause you are my heaven
Misplaced trust and old friends
Never counting regrets
By the grace of God
I done and risked it all
In New England as the leaves change
The last excuse that I'll claim
I was a boy who loved a woman like
A little girl
But still I can't let you be
Most nights I hardly sleep
Don't take what you don't need
From me
It's just a drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might
End up together
It's like wishing for rain
As I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most
'Cause you are my
Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore
No, no
Heaven doesn't seem far away
Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore
No, no
Heaven doesn't seem far away
Ah, ah
It's just a drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might
End up together
It's like wishing for rain
As I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most
'Cause you are my heaven
Oh you are my
Heaven
Puck wiped away what seemed to be water glistening in his eyes, and he smirked at the audience, who was sitting in stunned in silence.
"What? The Puckster can be all emotional and shit too!"
I started clapping slowly, and the rest of the Glee club participated in the scattered applause, distracted by Puck's stiff movements as he made his way to the empty chair in the back.
"That was great, Puck," Mr. Schue said, just as confused. "Now, everyone, that's all the time we have for today. We'll have time for three and maybe four performances tomorrow, so get ready with whatever you all have been practicing!"
With the clap of his hands, everyone started exiting the room. In the hallway, Santana and Brittany practically pounced on my back, causing me to spin around in fright, dropping Quinn's hand. Both girls started giggling, while I adopted a sullen expression and stuck out my lip in a pout. Santana slung an arm around my shoulders and started walking again, as the two blondes followed on either side of us.
"So, Berry."
"Lopez."
"You ready to bake this fucking cake of yours?" She asked with a smirk.
"I would appreciate if you didn't continue to call it that."
"But that's what it is. It's a cake. With an expletive. Hence, fucking cake."
"Really?" I replied with an eye roll. "To answer your question, yes, I'm ready to bake the cake. Although, I'm not sure how you three are going to fare with vegan baking."
"It'll be fine, Rach," Quinn called over her shoulder, as she was likewise trapped by Brittany. "It's not like we're expecting to put bacon in it or something."
I shook my head and scrunched my nose, turning towards Santana with a pained expression.
"I can almost hear the little pig voices: Free me! Free me! Why must you let them kill me?"
"Okay, Berry," The Latina said with a snort, "you just got about a million times weirder."
"Get used to it," the blonde's snarky voice called from ahead.
"Screw you, Fabray," I yelled back.
"She wants to…" A sultry voice whispered in my ear.
I flushed a bright red and shook my head again.
"Shuddup," I muttered.
"But it's true…" Warm breath tickled my ear, and the words rapid-fired at the brick wall I had built around my mind.
"No, it's not, Santana," I said forcefully, although I'm not sure whether I was convincing her or myself.
"Oh, but it is," She said, her voice becoming silky-smooth. "You said it yourself: you can be sexy if you try. And our little pressed lemon Quinn over there wants on it."
"Must you be so crude?" I asked with a sigh. "And that isn't true. It can't be true," I added with a mutter.
"Fine, don't believe me," She said with a smirk. "But I'm telling you right now, don't think Quinn didn't get all hot and bothered at your Britney Spears phase."
'I- I," I stuttered, unable to find words.
"Come on, Berry, think about it. The second hottest girl in school wants you."
"B-but she hated me then…"
"Oh, sure, she didn't like you until you two became best buds last month; but, whether she'll admit it or not, Quinn's wanted Berry juice since forever."
"Dear God, that's just… that statement's so wrong on so many levels!" I cried with a stamp of indignation.
"Just keep it in mind," Santana sing-songed with a wave of the fingers as she let go of my shoulders and trotted towards her girlfriend.
Quinn fell behind as Santana and Brittany started frolicking and acting coupley.
"I always feel like the third wheel when they do that," the blonde next to me muttered.
"Tell me about it," I murmured back.
Three hours later, all four of us stood in front of a rather oblong, gooey-looking mass, still warm from the oven, covered head to toe in egg substitute, flour, and almost everything else under the sun that one would use for baking.
"Well, your fucking cake turned out… interesting," Santana supplied after several minutes.
We all started giggling, and then burst into laughter. You know what, that was the funnest thing I have ever done – I don't really care that the cake turned out screwed up.
"Fuck it, can we just eat it now?" Quinn asked after we had continued staring at the cake for another several minutes. I shrugged.
"Sure, whatever."
Santana darted forward and grabbed a handful of the smushed pastry and shoved it into her mouth unceremoniously. My mouth dropped open a little, but Quinn and Brittany just grinned before following suit.
"It tastes pretty good," the Latina mused with carob stains around her mouth.
"You could've been a bit more civilized, Santana," I admonished. She looked at the other two girls, and they all turned towards me with an identical shrug and grin.
"So I guess we're not going to be able to use this cake for whatever you were going to use it for?" Quinn asked after gulping down the large bite she had just taken.
"I guess not," I said as Santana exchanged a glance.
"What did you guys need it for anyway?" Brittany asked curiously.
"You'll find out soon, B," Santana responded in the soft voice she reserved only for the adorable blonde girl.
"Okay! San, can we take some of this back for Lord Tubbington?"
"Sure, B. Whatever you want."
Quinn made a noise like a cracking whip, which caused the Latina to smack her in the back of the head. Brittany and I started giggling again as Quinn turned around and tackled the raven-haired girl, and the two started tussling on the kitchen floor.
Friends. I guess that's what I have now. Friends.
I've never really had friends before.
This feeling… this is a nice feeling.
A/N: I know, I know, I'm a terrible person, and I'm sooooo sorry… Life got even more fucked up, and my grades are dropping and life just… ugh. Plus, I discovered Tumblr, and South of Nowhere, and Once Upon a Time, and my fleeting spare time (when I should be doing homework and/or writing) has just been taken up by vegging. Sorry. But this is the new chapter, because spring break gave me about… hmm… an extra hour to write :/ Anyway, you guys probably don't really care. So, as always, please read and review! This chapter may have seemed kind of trivial, but it was mostly about bonding and shit, so yeah. Oh, any suggestions on who Puck or Sam's love interests should be? I'm not going to reveal any part they may play to the plot, but I was just wondering what you guys want. So… yeah! Read and review pleasaaaseesseeeeeeeeeee pretty please with spaghetti and meatballs on top along with cheesecake and birthday cake ice cream so yeah! Peace out :)
PS: The songs were "I Knew You Were Trouble" by Taylor Swift, "A Drop in the Ocean" by Ron Pope, and "Black and Gold" by Sam Sparro was mentioned.
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