Fic: Leave Me Alone I'm Lonely
Chapter 37: The Empire Strikes Back Pt. 5
Author: JR Boone
Rating: M for strong sexual themes and violence. Also I have the mouth of a sailor so every other word is a curse usually.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything having to do with it. I wish I did. LOL that would be awesome. It would be like The L Word only musical.
Author's Note: First thing is first. I'm in London right now don't have a beta so my bad for any major mistakes. I'm currently backpacking through Europe and have had all my money stolen (if anyone has a couch) so I am basically very much homeless so have patience with me. I have this entire story laid out on paper already but I can't promise that I'll update it super regularly. But I will try my hardest to not wait too long between updates. But I do have a layout with roughly 60 chapters laid out, so we'll see how it goes.
Third thing is third. I am like Rachel Berry whereas she needs applause to live, I need reviews to write. So you review I go faster with this. Awesome huh?
This has nothing to do with the possible trio. This chapter was planned out a long time before the idea took root in my brain. That is still a while off.
Wednesday Night
11:30p.m.
Lime Scenic Overlook
"Fuck!" Santana shouted angrily slamming her hands down on her steering wheel as her car sputtered and died. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She yelled hitting it repeatedly as she glanced the empty gas tank gauge.
Jumping out of the car she kicked one of the tires angrily. She was much more calm than she had been when she left Rachel's house and now the voices in her head were only a dull roar. Looking around she realized she had put herself on auto-pilot and was on the small road leading to the place Rachel and her had had that first date under the fireworks.
Shooting the car one last glare she grabbed her IPhone and opened the Flashlight app to light her way as she trudged along the road towards the overlook. Angrily she slapped at a mosquito that was feasting on her arm when she turned into the clearing. "Die bastard," she grumbled flicking his dead body off of her arm rather pleased with herself.
The momentary feeling of happiness was wiped away the second she looked across the clearing to the overlook. Her blood ran cold as she took in the sight before her and any words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat. Rubbing her eyes she jerked around the clearing for any sign that this wasn't a figment of her imagination and felt her heart drop when she did in fact see the familiar Honda Accord parked half-hazardly off to the side.
In shock she let her IPhone fall to the ground and her eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lights of the city that were illuminating the scene in front of her. Quinn was standing on the other side of the guard rail, silently looking up at the starry sky. From behind Santana could tell that the girl was crying, but not in dramatic way they all had been doing that day. This was the cry of someone who had given up, and considering Quinn was standing on the ledge of an at least eight story drop, Santana knew this was not something she could ignore, nor matter how pissed she was..
"Fuck," she mumbled shaking her head as she started walking slowly towards the blonde, stepping carefully as to not alert the blonde to her presence.
Finally she was a few feet from the blonde when Quinn startled her, causing the Latina to clutch her chest in fear. "Did you forget I told you about this place S?"
"Jesus Chris Q! Don't fucking startle me like that," Santana said clutching her chest and closing the distance between herself and the guard rail. Quinn just shrugged her shoulders and inched slightly away from Santana. "So Q…taking in the sights?" Santana asked nervously, looking over the side to the jagged rocks below.
"Something like that S," Quinn said sadly.
"How about you come over on the other side and you and me get into a good catfight," Santana said lightly.
"I'm done fighting with you S," Quinn whispered shaking her head.
"Um…okay…then get your ass over here so we can talk about shit," Santana snapped subtly inching closer to the blonde.
"You know this wasn't about me loving Rachel," Quinn said plainly.
"Loving Rachel?" Santana asked nervously, "I just thought you wanted some Berry juice." Santana said as she moved closer to the blonde.
. "No I love her," she said fiercely, her voice not leaving any room for doubt.
"Alright so you love her, shit Q, just get you ass over on this side so we can talk about this shit."
"What the fuck is there to talk about S? You wouldn't understand," Quinn said looking back up the stars.
"Then fucking make me understand it Q," Santana ground out as she came within arms reach of Quinn.
"You don't want to understand it," Quinn said, her voice breaking a bit.
"Try me!" Santana yelled throwing her arms around Quinn suddenly and pulling her backwards. For a second the two of the tottered on the ledge, dangerously close to falling down to the rocks below. Summoning up strength she didn't know she had Santana tugged hard on the blonde and pulled her over the side of the guard rail, twisting their bodies, and smashing both of them to the ground with a grunt, Santana trapping the blonde below her body.
"Let me go Santana!" Quinn yelled from her place beneath the Latina.
"No fucking stop it Quinn!" Santana yelled pinning the struggling girl down. "What the fuck is going on Quinn! How could you even think of doing that shit! Do you know what that would have done to Rachel?" Santana spit out furiously in the Cheerio's face.
"It would be better for her!" Quinn screamed silencing the Latina. "It would be better for her if none of us were here at all," she said her voice beginning to lower.
"Quinn…talk to me," Santana sighed, looking down into the pools of hazel beneath her. "I know this shit goes against every instinct in your body but talk to me."
"You wouldn't understand," Quinn sighed.
"Come on, you're kidding me right? You're talking to the Queen of repressed homosexual tendencies Q," Santana said trying to garner a laugh from the girl.
"No," Quinn said shaking her head. "That is you Santana. I have never repressed a thing when it comes to my feelings for Rachel," Quinn said, her voice so confident that even through it confused Santana she believed her.
"How long?" Santana asked, swallowing lightly.
"What do you care?" Quinn scoffed looking away.
"Quinn I just found your ass about to swan dive off of the damn overlook and I realize that as pissed off as I am, obviously you're going through some like major shit beyond just wanting to date Rachel. So fucking spill cause I'm not getting off of you till we hug this shit out," Santana spat out. "And," she said quickly cutting of Quinn's argument, "if you tell me I won't understand then I'm going to beat your ass."
"You wouldn't believe me," Quinn said letting her head fall back onto the ground.
"Try me Quinn."
"Well what does it look like to you?" Quinn asked angrily, trying to rile the Latina up.
"Well first it looked like you were just being a bitch, then I was just convinced that the second I came out with Rachel you suddenly decided that you wanted to fucking jump on the Rachel Berry train all of the sudden. But I'm going to go out on a limb and say you weren't on the other side of that guard rail over a crush that popped up less than two weeks ago. You're fucking crazy but you're not that crazy."
"It's a long story," Quinn sighed in defeat.
"Q," Santana said from on top of the girl, still not trusting her to not fling herself across the railing if she let her up. "I just fucked up majorly with Rachel because you're insane. Tell me why and don't leave any shit out."
"Fine," Quinn sighed going slack under the Latina. "Where should I start?"
"The fuck do I know Q. Start at the beginning."
"Okay just…give some time to get this all out."
"Go for it," Santana said.
"S."
"What?"
"Shut the hell up," Quinn said silencing the girl on top as she launched into her story.
Rachel Berry was the first person that Lucy…no Quinn Fabray saw at William McKinley High School. Quinn was walking down the long hallway a few days before school was slated to start, smoothing down the crisp pleated skirt she was wearing proudly.
She had done it. For the love of god Quinn Fabray had made it onto the legendary McKinley Cheerios. She was a baby Cheerio but she was a Cheerio none the less.
Currently she was leaving practice to go find a place to wait for her mom to pick her up. It was a Friday night though, so the blonde had a feeling she was eventually going to have to give up and just walk home. As she passed the double wide doors leading to the auditorium she froze in place, craning her ears to hear the music flooding through the doors.
Cracking them open slightly, the blonde slipped her slimmed down figure easily through door and let it close carefully behind her. Looking down at he stage she smiled at the piano music coming from center stage. Her parents had paid for piano lessons for years before Quinn had discovered her athletic side. As soon as realizing that "our ugly duckling is blossoming" as her father put it, her parents had canceled the piano lessons and put the money towards a gym membership for the young blonde.
Despite going along with it to please her father, Quinn was rather sad about the loss of her piano lessons. For so long it had been her escape from the teasing and bullying she had endured every day and she missed it.
She smiled as the harmonious music ran over her body letting it lull her into a peaceful state. So the sound of what she was sure was an angel ringing out all around her instantly snapped the blonde out of her contentment and set her heart racing.
She had never heard anything so beautiful and she knew that she had to see whatever was making this happen. Quickly and as quietly as she could she made her way down the isle, crouching low to the ground as the tiny brunette on the stage became clearer.
She was without a doubt the most beautiful person Quinn had ever seen. It wasn't that she was just aesthetically please, it was the depth of emotions shining freely across the girl's face so freely. Quinn came from a world were emotions were locked up and trapped inside, only shown on rare occasions or when the alcohol was flowing to freely. She was devastatingly beautiful.
Quinn's insides tore up as she focused on the lyrics and recognized the heartbreaking words of I Will Always Love You escaping the girl's lips. "Who on earth could this girl be singing to?" Quinn thought to herself, toying with the fantasy of the girl singing that song to her.
She panicked at the thought for only a second, thinking about what that fantasy met, but the panic quickly ebbed out of her body. She knew that she shouldn't feel like this, but at that moment when she was staring up at the strange girl it was like she was singing to her heart and she honestly could have cared less what God, her father, and society thought about it. Because for the first time in all of her years Quinn Fabray was actually feeling something.
When the girl finished on the piano Quinn quickly ducked into a row, lowering her body into a seat. She was ninety-nine percent sure she had just fallen in love at first sight and she knew that if the girl tried to talk to her she would make an ass of herself.
She watched as the brunette wiped away a few tears and wiped away one of her own when she heard the brunette whisper the words "I miss you," to herself before standing up and exiting the auditorium through one of the external stage doors. Leaving the blonde to her own thoughts.
"Wait how old were you?" Santana asked looking down at the blond as the gears in her head started whirring.
"We were fourteen," Quinn said, clearly confused as to why she had been interrupted.
"Her fathers," Santana sighed shaking her head. "Listen Quinn there is something I gotta tell you-"
"If you're going to tell me about the failings of Hiram and Leroy Berry you can save your breath," Quinn ground out cutting off the Latina.
"Wait how the hell do you know?" Santana asked incredulously.
"I figured it halfway through Freshman year Santana. I mean come on, her father's never come to anything, no matter how important it is it to Rach. In the last two years Rachel has gone to the Dr. three times and never once did they show up. For the love of god they weren't even their for a plastic surgery consultation," Quinn snapped exasperated. "And hello wild underage drinking party? Finn, Puck, Jesse, and Brooke all in her bedroom with closed doors?"
"Oh my god how do you know about Brooke?" Santana groaned letting her head fall to Quinn's shoulder.
"I saw them together," Quinn snapped out.
"How long have you been stalking her Q?" Santana teased lightly.
"Santana shut up," Quinn grumbled launching back into her story.
Everyone started McKinley High at the same social level with the exception of the Baby Cheerios. It was in fact tradition for the Babies to suss out which of their classmates were popular and which one's needed a major slushy bath.
Quinn easily slipped into this role, channeling years of bullying done to her onto the other students. Less than a week into school the blond had already attracted the attention of Sylvester and the current Head Cheerio, pinning the blond has next years Head Cheerio when the previous one graduated.
Her eyes had searched the hall for the brunette from the auditorium like a beacon on the first day before she finally tracked her down. Seeing the girl off the stage made Quinn realize why it had been so ridiculously hard as she know realized the brunette was really freaking tiny.
She gave a jump for joy when she realized the girl was heading into her English class and Quinn gave a jump for joy in place. She had sat mesmerized as they repeated the customary "Who Am I" game, and the name Rachel Berry made her heart swoon. She heard a few uncomfortable murmurs when the cheery brunette mentioned her fathers, but she shrugged them off. She was a Baby Cheerio and if she wanted she could protect this girl from all of this crap, and she wanted to.
"So what you were totally going to go all Guardian Baby Cheerio on her?" Santana murmured looking down into Quinn's watery eyes.
"I was," Quinn whispered looking away from Santana.
"What changed? I was there Q. If you had said it then she would have been protected, Coach Sylvester loved you."
"I realized that Rachel Berry deserved better than anything this town could give her," Quinn said darkly.
Quinn Fabray had admittedly never aspired to much, out loud at least. In the private of her own mind though she let herself believe that she could truly become anything she wanted to if she put her mind to it.
But the thing about Lima is that is drags a person down. Especially one with as fragile self-worth as Quinn Fabray. The turning point from when she stopped imagining herself as an astronaut and instead convinced herself that she would become her mother some day was at her sister Fran's wedding.
Fran had done it all. Head Cheerleader back at their other school, valedictorian, state college, head of her sorority, and now here she was settling down in Lima Ohio to become a housewife.
It opened up Quinn's eyes and all around her she saw the town for what it really was. People who were stuck where they were because their parents had gotten stuck there. They were stuck and there kids were going to get stuck.
They would act like they were happy. Settle down with their high school sweethearts and eventually give up. Even now that she had understood more about the Berry's she had found that everyone got stuck here. Sexual Orientation be damned.
It was a consolation price to her to think that if she was gay, which she was pretty sure she was that someday when she was stuck here that she could at least live a mildly happy life in the town, often imagining herself coming home to Rachel.
She honestly didn't think anything of it for a few months, content to just weakly smile and wave at the girl she was desperately in love with by this point. There was just something about the tiny diva that Quinn couldn't' deny and it took all of her willpower to not just drag her into a closet and kiss her senseless.
But eventually something happened that would change her views completely about any future she might share with Rachel Berry. By a few months in she had become obsessed with the brunette. She knew her hopes and dreams and ambitions better than she knew her own, and had memorized the girl's schedule so she could she always share a smile with her.
Halfway through Freshman year she made the decision to full on befriend the small girl and start wooing her when she had heard a few people discussing bullying the diva. She knew that if she put her under her protection their was a chance she would spill her feelings and scare the brunette off, but she also knew that she couldn't stand to see the girl go through the things she had. She also knew from seeing the girl at the movies with another girl that Rachel definitely wasn't completely straight and it gave the blonde a surge of courage. She was especially happy when the next time she saw the couple they were yelling at each other.
She was planning it at least until all of the realizations the blonde had had lately collided during fifth period English one day. She had been barely paying attention as the teacher droned on about Romeo and Juliet, and was instead concentrating on watching Rachel's lips move as she silently read the play.
"So what is your opinion Ms. Fabray?" her teacher asked, pulling Quinn out of her reverie.
"Um…" Quinn started drawing a blank. Next to her she heard a slightly giggle and looked over at Rachel who was holding up a piece of notebook paper.
She asked what do you think about Juliet giving everything up for love? 3*
Mouthing a quick thanks and feeling her heart stop at the small heart and star symbol she looked up at the teacher smiling, "I think that it was silly." Quinn said crossing her arms.
"Silly?" The teacher asked bemusedly.
"Yes silly. She was willing to give up everything for some boy she had just met and that is stupid."
"How romantic," the teacher joked. "So if you're saying if you have something good you shouldn't give it up for love?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Quinn said easily.
"Ms. Bucks, if I may?" Rachel said raising her hand and smiling when the teacher nodded at her. "I don't agree with you Quinn," she said looking at the blonde. "Love is a many splendid thing. I think for true love you should be willing to give up everything."
"No that is naïve," Quinn said frowning.
"How is it naive?" Rachel asked furrowing her brows.
"It just is," Quinn said quickly. "You're always going on about you Broadway stuff Rach, are you telling me if you fell in love with someone you would give up those dreams for them."
At this Rachel blanched for a second as she mulled over the information in her head. "If I really loved someone I would hope that they could share my dreams."
"No, no reasoning," Quinn said looking at the brunette oddly. "Say the person you fall in love with is destined to be stuck in Lima, you're honestly saying you would give up your dreams to stay here?" Quinn asked incredulously.
Rachel though about it for a second before nodding slowly, "if I truly loved a person with all my heart and they decided they wanted to stay in Lima than I would too."
"That's stupid," Quinn scoffed. "You're made for so much better," Quinn added.
"Th-thank you Quinn," Rachel said looking at the girl shocked.
"Whatever," Quinn said sinking into her seat.
She glared at her desk for the rest of the class as she thought about what Rachel had said. Eventually it began to eat away at her heart when she thought about Rachel Berry settling down in this town for good. It disgusted her. Suddenly all of the happy scenes she had imagined of her and Rachel in love made her stomach sour. She hadn't reconciled the fact that she was destined to stay in Lima and Rachel was destined to for greater things. Her dreams had been some fantasy world where both of these things happened without problem.
And now Rachel was sitting a few feet away from her telling the blonde that she would give it all up for love, and it infuriated Quinn. It infuriated her to even imagine Rachel not reaching her full potential because of someone else, including herself.
Over the next few weeks an idea started to take root in Quinn's mind. She watched the upperclassmen closely. A few of them were clearly leaving the town after graduation and never coming back, and all of those ones seemed to be rather unpopular. It was after that realization when she realized that there was only one way to get Rachel Berry out of that town.
Instead of using the pull she had gained in the McKinley Social scene to bolster the girl's reputation and protect her from the bullying, she was going to throw herself under a bus and paint a proverbial bull's-eye on the tiny diva's back. She swore that by the time they graduated High School Rachel would leave Lima the day after for New York come hell or high water.
"I think I remember that day," Santana sighed.
"It that so?" Quinn asked quirking a brow up at the Swimmer.
"It was the day I threw my first slushy wasn't it?"
"One in the same…I…I couldn't do it myself," Quinn sighed out, her voice catching.
"If I get off of you are you going to make me drag you ass back across that guard rail?" Santana asked looking down at the blonde.
"No I'll finish the story first," Quinn mumbled.
"Oh wonderful," Santana said rolling her eyes and staying in place. "Well get on with it Q," she encouraged.
It was actually horribly easy tuning Rachel into a social pariah. Her intense personality already alienated the girl from most of her classmates, and it just seems to get more and more extreme as her classmates pulled away from her after she was targeted by Cheerios.
Keeping Rachel down to build her up almost worked itself out to tell the truth. The next time love was brought up in a class the Diva had squared her jaw and said that nothing was going to get between her and Broadway. Quinn had almost done a happy dance.
Sophomore year had only fed the fire when Quinn was unsurprisingly made Cheerio Captain. Now she could easily direct the entire school at the diva. And she did. But she was smart, she knew from her experience as Lucy that everyone had a breaking point and she was careful to keep Rachel just miserable enough to keep her biting at the chomps of Broadway, but not miserable enough to break the tiny girl completely.
Her plan had been working so perfectly…until Finn fucking Hudson had to fuck it all up.
"Alright yah that I'm fucking curious about, because you seriously didn't raise this much shit when Rachel got with other people," Santana said angrily down at the blonde.
"That's because I knew that I could easily handle the others," Quinn muttered rolling her eyes.
Quinn didn't care about Finn in the least, having long ago decided that she was in fact a lesbian. But he was convenient and he was who she was supposed to settle for someday when Rachel left to follow her dreams. The next few years found the girls locked in a will of nerves of the boy. Rachel never realizing that Quinn wasn't keeping them apart because she wanted Finn, but because she wanted didn't want Rachel to settle for the dim boy.
There were bumps along the way. The first being her in a moment of compete depression sleeping with Noah Puckerman and getting knocked up. Always one to keep the eye on the prize though, Quinn had tried her hardest to manipulate the situation to keep Finn away from Rachel.
"OH snap! That's why you lied about Babygate! Damn Quinn you were willing to tie down Hudson with a kid just to keep him away from Rachel…that's pretty fucked up," Santana said staring at the girl in wonder.
"I never claimed to be a good person," Quinn shrugged from below the Latina.
There were other obstacles to overcome. Puck and Jesse really meant very little to Quinn simply because she realized those relationships would never go anywhere. The only major sore in her side was the ever present Finchel problem. It's like no matter how much she tried, she couldn't keep the two of them apart.
Thankfully Finn managed to fuck it up himself and the nights after a Finchel explosion always meant good sleep for the blonde. But Quinn realized that she couldn't keep relying on Finn to be an idiot, so the next time Finn and her were together she got…proactive.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Santana asked raising a brow.
"I took a page out of your book." Quinn sighed. "I knew that if Rachel and Finn got back together then she would ask Finn if he and I had slept together and that Finn would lie about it. So I did, intending to hold onto it and use it to break them up if they got to serious again."
"Dude Quinn…you're kind of a like a fucked-up evil genius."
"Kind of," Quinn sighed.
"But now we get to me, because what the fuck Quinn?" Santana growled remembering the events of the day.
"I knew right away there was something different about you. I didn't count on this. When summer broke up I made sure that Rachel's last in Lima would be horrible. I didn't know that you two were going to get together."
"Yah well we did," Santana growled.
"Yes you fucking did," Quinn growled back. "You don't deserve her."
"And you fucking do?" Santana snapped angrily.
"Haven't you been fucking listening to me? No I don't deserve Rachel! Nobody in this town does damnit!"
"Fuck you Quinn!"
"No fuck you Santana. Have you even through about this stuff?" Quinn asked angrily.
"What stuff?" Santana scoffed.
"Things are wonderful and fine and fucking dandy right now for you. It is obvious that Rachel is more in love with you then she's ever been with anyone else. She would do anything for you." Quinn ground out.
Finally it clicked in Santana's head. "I wouldn't let her give up her dream for me," Santana said confidentially.
"You wouldn't have a choice. Short of majorly breaking her, there is nothing you could do to keep Rachel from following her heart and it's obviously with you," Quinn said bitterly.
"It's not my burden to bare you have been concentrating of fucking up her life for three years," the Latina said scoffing.
"Do you even have any ideal how bad this hurts?" Quinn asked, her voice thick with emotion and impending tears. "God I want so bad to just be selfish and say fuck it, Rachel can give it all up for me so we can raise 2.5 children in peace. Maybe she can teach Glee Club someday. It fucking kills me Santana, but I hang on. But you, you just blew in without giving it a thought. Where are you going to college S?" Quinn asked suddenly, causing the Latina above her to sputter for a second.
"S-somewhere in New York," she mumbled.
"Oh right so you're just going to tag alone with Rachel then? How are you going to pay for it? Out of state tuitions are a bitch."
"I'll get scholarships," Santana ground out.
"And until then what? Are you just gong to live off of Rachel?"
"No," Santana snapped. "I'd fucking do anything to keep her happy. I don't care if I'm stripping even just as long as Rachel is happy,"
Quinn looked up at the girl speechless for a few seconds as she considered the raw sincerity in the Latina's words. "You're stronger than I am," she whispered, a large tear rolling down her cheek.
Santana sighed and wiped the tear away shaking her head. "Quinn Fabray you're fucking strong as shit damnit."
"Where do we go from here?" Quinn asked shaking a bit.
"I'm not stepping aside or any of that crap," Santana said defensively.
"I wasn't expecting you too."
"And we're not fighting for her or any of that shit because she isn't a piece of meat."
"I didn't intend to," Quinn said looking down at the ground.
"Good. Are you going to cause any more problems?" Santana asked warily.
"No," Quinn sighed.
"If I let you up are you gonna jump over that guard rail?"
"No," the Cheerio said looking the Latina straight in the eye.
"Alright," Santana said rolling off the girl. "But seriously Q, you make a run for it and your taking me down with you."
"Noted," Quinn said sitting up.
"So where do we go from here?" Santana asked, confused by the entire situation.
"We act like nothing happened," Quinn said, earning a nod from Santana.
"I swear to god the both of you are the most stubborn woman in the entire world!" Rachel yelled, startling the both of them to their feet.
"How long have you been there?" Quinn asked quickly looking down.
"Long enough to know that you're at best you're incredibly sweet and at worst you're a coward Quinn Fabray!" Rachel said stomping her foot.
"Baby," Santana started only to be stopped by Rachel's hand.
"I forgive you San. I know you didn't mean it," Rachel said resting her face in her hands.
"Jesus Christ Rachel did you drive here with a concussion?" Quinn groaned as he looked behind the girl at her Prius.
"I figured Santana would be here, you were a surprise though," Rachel said irritable tapping her foot.
"So it is just me or is this situation really fucking awkward?" Santana asked looking at the other two girls.
"What you mean standing around in middle of a field talking to the girl I have been in love with the better part of four years while talking to the girl that said girl is in love with?" No not awkward at all, Quinn said rolling her eyes. "But I'm serious. You two go your own way and I'll go my own and I'll call off the war."
"Quinn I've offered my friendship before and I would like to offer it again," Rachel said strongly.
"I can't," Quinn said dejectedly. "It's just…to much," she murmured looking at Santana.
"Can you try?" Rachel pushed lightly.
Looking into Santana's eyes for an answer the Latina only shrugged her shoulders and motioned at her to answer Rachel, who was watching them with apt attention. "It's not going to be easy," Quinn said plainly.
"Is anything fucking ever easy?" Santana groaned.
"Around here not a fucking chance," Quinn sighed.
"So friends?" Rachel said holding out a tiny hand to the blonde.
"Against my better judgment yes," Quinn sighed shaking the hand.
"Good now get off the ground and lets get out of here," Rachel groaned, holding her pounding head.
"Oh god!" "Oh shit!" Quinn and Santana said springing to life.
"You're car?" Rachel asked as Santana carried her to Rachel's Prius.
"Out of gas," Santana said as she put Rachel into the seat.
"Alright Q! Jump in your Accord and led the way to Rachel's were handling this shit with junk food and crappy movies," Santana said chuckling when Quinn huffed and get into, her car, pointing the car towards Lima.
"Have I mention how much I love you," Rachel asked yawning from her seat.
"Hmm…not lately," Santana said teasingly.
"I love you so much. And I'm so proud of you for doing what you just did with Quinn."
"As awkward and as fucked up as it is, it is obvious that Q cares about you," Santana conceded. "I figure wouldn't hurt to have another person obsessed with you in your corner as well."
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Rachel asked intently.
"Not really, but I just saw Quinn on the other side of a guardrail so dammit I'm gonna try," Santana growled, calming when Rachel slipped a hand into hers.
"I love you," Rachel sighed, kissing the Latina's cheek.
"I love you too," Santana said pulling the girl into her arms, here eyes trained on the car in front of them, holding Santana's….friend?...rival?...competition? Eventually she decided on friend. As awkward as it was, Santana figured she could always use another friend.