Fic: Leave Me Alone I'm Lonely
Chapter 38: Return Of The Jedi
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?

Thursday Morning
7:30a.m.
McKinley High

"I can not believe you talked me into letting you come today," Santana growled as she gently lowered an exhausted Rachel into Dave's outstretched arms.

"I couldn't miss two days in one week," Rachel argued weakly.

"Yah except for you totally could," Santana grumbled as she jumped gracefully out of the truck and pulled Rachel's bag out of her hands and took Dave's as well.

"I'm not an invalid," Rachel protested.

"Yah except today you totally kind of are," Dave said kneeling down and motioning for the girl to hop onto his back.

"Really?" Rachel said stomping her foot.

"Just get on Rach," Dave said sternly.

"This is ridiculous," Rachel muttered as she wrapped her legs around the Jock's back and her arms around his meaty neck. "What are you going to do Dave? Carry me around the entire day?"

"Yep," Dave said as he stood up and secured his arms under her tiny legs.

"I'm doing this under protest," Rachel huffed angrily.

"Dave can you lower her down?" Santana asked glaring up at the Diva. The boy complied and soon the girl's were eye level. "Look," Santana said putting a hand on Rachel's cheek. "The day before yesterday you were seriously acting out the Exorcist movie, since then you have only managed to eat some fruit without feeling leftover queasiness, and yesterday you got a concussion Babe. I know that you think you're invincible but you're not. You're exhausted, you're weak, and I know that you have a head ache right now."

"You know me to well," Rachel sighed leaning into the cool hand.

"That is because I love you. Now I wanted you to stay home today so you could actually get some rest, but you demanded that you be allowed to attend today-"

"Love you know that we have a meeting this morning about yesterday," Rachel hummed feebly.

"I know and don't care because we could do it tomorrow. But no. You said you had to come today, so you're going to play by my rules got it?" Santana said sternly.

"Fine," Rachel huffed. Santana sighed and looked away from the Diva for a second, a large tear making it's way down her cheek. "Hey no tears," Rachel said unhooking an arm and wiping the tear away.

"You don't get it," Santana snapped, her voice thick with emotion. "Yesterday I held you in my arms for what felt like eternity praying to every God in existence that you would open your eyes. Damnit my hands were covered in your blood Rachel!"

"Baby I'm so sorry," Rachel said at a loss for words.

"It just…it fucking scared me all right. So please, please for the love of god humor me." Santana said wiping her face off.

"Ok baby, it's okay," Rachel said soothingly, putting a hand on the Latina's cheek and pulling her into a loving kiss.

"Thank you," Santana sighed leaning away.

"Can I stand back up now? This is uncomfortable as all hell," Dave asked breaking up the moment.

"Oh god Dave I'm sorry," Santana laughed.

"Up Noble Steed!" Rachel demanded, kicking her legs a little.

"Fuck my life," Dave said chuckling as he stood up and walked them across the parking lot.

As they grew nearer to their 'posse' Santana could already hear the whispering starting. The events of yesterday had happened after school was out and was between the trio, Brittany, Quinn, and Finn. After last night at the overlook, the girl's along with Dave had agreed that while they obviously had a lot of things to discuss, for the moment they were going to keep it between them…so naturally the entire school knew everything about it with the exception to what had happened out at the lookout.

"Oh my god Rachel you're not dead!" Mike said clapping his hands.

"What?" Rachel managed to get out before the entire group started asking questions.

The stories ranged greatly from Finn killing Rachel to Santana killing Finn to Quinn and Santana killing each other. If it wasn't such a circus Santana figured she might be amused by it all.

"So Captain S, whose ass do I need to kick," came the sharp voice of one of the Freshmen Swimmers Santana had grown fond of. The girl had a definite edge to her that reminded Santana of herself and Rachel had clued the Latina into the girl having a bit of a God complex going on.

"It's cool Lisa, no ass kicking today," Santana smirked as the girl and two other Freshmen unloaded the three backpacks from her. Rachel tsked the Latina at the abuse of power but remained silent, only smirking down at her.

"And it starts," Dave laughed.

As the group walked through the doors a commotion instantly grabbed the trio's attention and Santana instantly frowned, booking it towards the crowd. "No I didn't kill Rachel Berry damnit!" Quinn yelled exasperatedly at one of the jocks in her face.

"Alright alright back off!" Santana said wading through the group. Quinn upon seeing the Latina said a silent prayer and latched onto Santana.

"So much for keeping it quiet," Quinn growled, shooting a deadly glare at Jewfro who was video taping the entire thing.

"True that," Santana said pushing away some Swimmers.

Finally the sight of Santana standing next to Quinn managed to pervade the mob's thoughts and they realized that obviously the drama had been resolved. As the last few walked away Quinn let out a relieved groan and fell back against her locker. "That was fun," she grumbled.

"Yah…fun," Santana answered, suddenly feeling very awkward around the blonde.

"So…" Quinn said toeing the ground.

"Yah so…" Santana answered leaning against the lockers next to the Cheerio.

"Are you and Rachel cool…after yesterday?

"You mean after I had an emotional breakdown because you outed me to my father?" Santana asked inspecting her nails.

"I'm sorry about that," Quinn said softly, her eyes darting around the hallway.

Santana sighed and looked at the blonde who looked almost as uncomfortable as she felt, "it's cool…it would have happened eventually."

"Still…it was fucked up," Quinn conceded.

"Yah it was," Santana agreed thoughtfully.

"So you two are okay then?"

"We talked about it last night. She knows that I was just…really upset. She gets me," Santana said, smiling a little.

"So why don't you just ask me what you want to ask me Santana," Quinn said catching the Latina off guard.

Recovering quickly Santana looked over at the Blonde and steeled her features, "do I have to worry about you going after Rachel?"

"No," Quinn said plainly, massaging her temples.

"Really?" Santana asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Really," the blond snapped.

"You'll forgive me if I'm wary Q."

"Look," Quinn sighed turning to face the Latina. "You do not have to worry about me going after Rachel. This doesn't change anything at all."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Santana asked looking at the blonde seriously.

"My feelings for Rachel haven't changed."

"Okay now I'm confused. So you're still in love with her yes?"

"Yes okay," Quinn sighed closing her eyes.

"Then what the fuck?" Santana asked, anger bubbling up at the vagueness of the situation

"I don't fucking deserve her okay!" Quinn snapped, her face turning red as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Is that what you want me to say Santana? No I am not going to pursue a relationship with Rachel because my feelings haven't changed! She deserves to get out of this fucking town and not be held down by a Fucking Lima Loser!" Quinn yelled, causing students to look at her as she dissolved into a fit of tears.

"Shit Q," Santana said glaring at the passing students and dragging the distraught blonde into a bathroom. "Out!" She yelled at the girls standing by the mirrors. After they had scurried out Santana awkwardly pulled the blonde into a hug. "Damn Q, no emotions out of you for three years and now this," Santana said trying to calm the girl down.

"I can't turn it off," Quinn cried out from the crook of Santana's neck.

"Yah Rachel kind of forces you to upchuck your emotions," Santana admitted.

"That's why I have avoided her so much," Quinn managed to sniffle out.

"If I let you go are you going to toss yourself out the window or something?"

"Haha," Quinn said backing away from the Latina.

"I thought it was appropriate," Santana laughed.

"God this is so fucked up," Quinn said putting her face in her hands.

"True that," Santana grumbled as she grabbed a paper towel and wetted it down. "Now wipe your face off Q, you look like a raccoon."

"Jeez thanks, are you always this charming?" Quinn asked taking the proffered towel and turning towards the mirror.

"Fuck yah I am," Santana said cockily leaning up against the sink. She watched as the blonde wiped away her smeared makeup silently for a minute before she let out a huff, "I can't believe I'm fucking saying this Quinn but you seriously need to work your shit out."

"Excuse me?" Quinn asked looking at the Latina's reflection.

"This whole Lima Looser attitude you have going for you is bullshit."

"No it's realistic," Quinn snapped.

"No it's bullshit. Something Rachel told me once is that the only people who are destined to become Lima Loosers are the ones who let themselves become one, and you're just rolling over without trying Q."

"You don't know anything," Quinn said angrily.

"I know that you're actually smart as shit. I know that you have four years of Cheering under your belt. I know that you take amazing photographs." Santana ground out.

"What's your point?"

"My point is that you have fucking options. You're just to afraid to take a chance because you might fail."

"What if I do? What if I get out of this town and fall on my ass S? And I'm all alone because I'm so fucked up. Then what do I do?" Quinn sighed out, her voice thick with emotion.

"You get your ass back up and try again. And you wont be alone. You got us and shit. Practically the entire Glee Club is migrating to New York the night after graduation." Santana said chuckling.

"Really Santana?"

"What?" Santana asked confused.

"Did you just forget that I'm in love with your girlfriend. I somehow doubt you want me hanging around sending her puppy eyes," Quinn snarked.

"Oh yah…" Santana said biting her lip.

"Hence the fucked upness of this situation," Quinn sighed. "Santana why are you even trying to help me? If it was me in your situation I'd be beating your ass up and down the halls."

"Yah…Rachel makes you a better person," Santana sighed putting her face in her palms. "Look we talked about it last night and the ball is in your court Quinn."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"It means that we're offering a very awkward tense friendship if you want it," Santana said bluntly.

"I'm not sure if I can handle that," Quinn admitted. "Why are you even cool with this? You nearly killed Finn for looking at her."

"Because Finn is an idiot and although I'm not exactly comfortable with this…situation I can't fault you for loving the girl and I begrudgingly appreciate and admire all the shit you have done in the name of Rachel, despite how insanely fucked up it was. I know you mean well."

"I do," Quinn said. "I love her."

"I do to."

"How would this work?"

"Let's just chill out okay? We'll hang out and see how it goes…just can you keep your shit together. Because if you try…anything…I'll end you."

"Noted. And I would like to…try to be friends with her…and you…I miss you S."

"I miss you too Q…don't make me fucking regret this though."

"I can't promise anything," Quinn said honestly, smoothing out the pleats of her skirt.

"Just…fucking try," Santana sighed.

"God this is fucked up," Quinn chuckled.

"I blame it on Rachel. The tiny little thing is like deadly to the emotions."

"And we agree on something," Quinn said laughing.

"Alright Cheerio let's get out of here," Santana said putting an arm on Quinn's shoulder and leading them out of the bathroom.

"Ah the start of a horribly fucked up awkward friendship based on mutual love for the same girl," Quinn sighed as they walked out into the hall.

"Everything okay?" Rachel asked from where her and Dave were leant up against the lockers across from the bathroom.

"It's cool," Santana replied shrugging her shoulders.

"What are you even doing here Rachel," Quinn asked looking up at the Diva. "You have like a concussion."

"I'm not an invalid!" Rachel huffed loudly.

"Don't bother Q, we both tried all morning to get her ass to stay home." Santana sighed.

"Seriously Rachel?" Quinn asked glaring up at her.

"I'm not sure if I like this," Rachel huffed. "It's not fair to have the three of you ganging up on me."

"Make that four," Brittany said emerging through the mass of students. "Why are you here Rachel?"

"Or for the love of Broadway," Rachel cried out.

The sound of the loudspeaker clicking on interrupted their joined laughter and the group groaned at the announcement.

"Will Rachel Berry, Santana Lopez, Dave Karovsky, Brittany Pierce, and Quinn Fabray please come to the office."

"Here we go," Santana grumbled, collecting backpacks from the Fish Swimmers who had been following them around.

"Yhaw!" Rachel said kicking Dave's sides.

"Fuck my life," Dave repeated again as the group made their way towards the office.

"Dave stop," Rachel said suddenly as they looked in through the glass windows.

"The hell," Santana said angrily staring in.

"What's wrong?" Dave asked looking through the glass warily.

"Fucking hell," Quinn said rubbing her temple at the group assembled in tiny office.

Figgins sat at his desk as Coach Beiste, Mr. Schue, and Coach Sylvester crowded behind him. Scattered around the chairs and couches were Finn, Burt Hummel, Carole Hummel, Judy Fabray, Shelby Corcoran, and the cause of the girl's reactions a very uncomfortable looking Hiram Berry.

"Why is he here?" Santana asked looking up at her girlfriend. Rachel let out something akin to a squeak as she tried to hold back tears. Santana was about to insist they book it when Figgins saw them and gestured them to come in.

"It's going to be okay," Santana said, trying desperately to believe her own words.