Chapter 6: Quinn's Suspicions
A/N: I'd like to clear up any confusion about the timing. It's Rachel's first week of her Junior year. A lot of shit happened to her this week, but I promise a filler chapter with overflowing fluff coming soon will make up for it. Enjoy. All mistakes are mine.
As Rachel walked through her home's corridor, the walls shot up into the sky and the ceiling appeared to be growing lower and lower till Rachel had to crawl on the floor. She heard a strange noise coming from the door on her right. "What's going on in my room?" She asked aloud. The noise continued and Rachel gently cusp-ed the door handle, turning it ever so gently. A depiction of Quinn moaning in ecstasy appeared on her bedspread. Quinn's body glistened with beads of sweat sliding down her curvacious figure. She spotted Rachel at the door, her perfect lips were turned into an 'O'. Quinn laid her arm across the bed towards Rachel, and lifted her finger into the 'come hither' sign. Rachel's legs felt like jello, but she was so entranced by Quinn that she ran all the way to the bed. Quinn's mouth turned into a sexy closed smile, and her eyes, God, those eyes. Rachel could see a bit of mischievousness glowing in Quinn's breathtaking hazel eyes. "Qu-Quinn! What are you doing here? My dads will be back any minute!" Rachel spoke in harsh whispers.
Quinn bit her lip. "I know, but I just wanted to spend some time with you, Rach." Rachel looked momentarily confused.
"Rach?" Rachel asked in a tiny voice. "You've never called me that before."
"Mmm, well. It's my name for you, baby." She smirked. Rachel shook her head, but nevertheless, a smile grew. The moment their gaze met, her eyes smouldered, giving Rachel whiplash.
"Read my body like you read your bible verses." Rachel purred into her ear, leaving skin prickles along Quinn's body. She could see her desire so clearly etched into Quinn's beautiful marble face that she pondered what the source was. Quinn took Rachel's daze expression into her own hands and seized Rachel's lips with hers. With their foreheads pressed together, Rachel pulled back from Quinn's lips and exhaled. Quinn's eyes followed Rachel's tongue as it swept against her own lips. The action made Quinn shiver under Rachel. Quinn cried out at teeth gripping and nibbling her ear in a gentle motion. Rachel felt the moans pierce through her veins. "God, fuck!" Quinn mewled.
A waft of the musky sweat drifted towards Rachel making her tremble. Hips began to grind against one another, gradually gaining speed with the exceptions of a few moans. Rachel's cheeks and ear pinked slightly, but noticeable enough for Quinn to see. "Mm, someone's a little flustered, aren't they?" Quinn cooed. Rachel's flush grew into a bright red, eliciting a giggle from Quinn. "So you are!"
"Shut up and kiss me!" Rachel pouted. Quinn happily obliged, snaking her hand up Rachel's shirt. Rachel gasped at Quinn's cold touch, but it turned into a low hum. Quinn's thumb rolled over Rachel's pert nub, concentrating on evoking more sensual sounds from her lover. She watched Rachel's body squirm under her, though it was apparent that she was trying to hold back. Quinn's lips perked as she explored Rachel's chest, ghosting over her nipples. Rachel's hip rolled towards Quinn's, causing both girls' breath to hitch. Rachel mulled around in haze, pleasure seeping through her core. Quinn worked her hand downwards, pausing for permission from Rachel. Once she nodded her consent, Quinn hiked up Rachel's white ballerina-like skirt, slipping her hand under the folds of it easily. Quinn's hand roamed Rachel's thighs as she stretched to kiss Rachel. Rachel held Quinn's head in her hands and crushed their lips together. Her teeth scrapped against Quinn's bottom lip, raking it ever so lightly. Waves of emotion lain on Rachel's shoulders, caressing her smooth tan skin. Quinn's supple figure could be seen as a dancing shadow. Rachel's face twisted in confusion; it was daytime when she came into her room to see the naked goddess. It was now nighttime and the moonlight painted Rachel's room in a kaleidoscope of Quinn's face, making Rachel grin.
"Hey, Rae. Wake up." Santana's voice leaked into Rachel's head. Rachel grunted and swatted Santana away. "Oh my God, I will throw you onto the floor, Rachel!" Santana threatened. Rachel's doe-like eyes cracked open reluctantly.
"Goodness, did I fall asleep? I didn't take any notes!" Rachel whined, wiping away the drool that dribbled down the corner of her mouth.
Santana smiled and offered her notebook towards the shorter brunette. "I noticed that you fell asleep so I decided to take notes for you."
Rachel gave Santana a once-over and then flipped through the raven-haired beauty's notebook. "Hmm, these are adequate. Thank you, Santana." Rachel smiled and smoothed out her skirt, vaguely reminding her of her dream. A heat arose in Rachel's cheeks, raising Santana's suspicion. "I-I must be going now, but thank you. I shall return your notebook at glee."
"Keep it for as long as you want, Blueberry." She shrugged.
"So you're going to call me variations of fruit that end in 'Berry' now?" Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Uh-huh. Since I can't use insults towards you anymore, my arsenal has run dry." Santana admitted.
"You need to step up your game, Lopez. Only winners prosper." Rachel tsked and starting walking along Santana's side to her next class. Rachel had became accustomed to having an 'entourage' in the most loosely form of that word, she noted, and she felt vulnerable whenever her Cheerios weren't by her side. Mostly Santana, but she still missed Brittany even so. As soon as Rachel thought of Brittany, she spontaneously appeared beside Santana, pinkies linked. They really are cute together, Rachel thought. She giggled and it drew questioning looks from both Brittany and Santana. She shrugged and hugged both of them before heading into her Calculus. Her face crinkled in disgust. She had checked her grades as soon as she arrived home the day before, and she was still maintaining an A in the class, but she would probably fail the test that was coming up in a few days since she missed a whole section thanks to...Quinn.
Quinn came into the room shortly after Rachel had, and she saw the shorter girl lost in thought. She thought nothing of it and plopped down in her seat. The movement had brought Rachel back into the world and she hurriedly sat down beside her, smoothing her skirt. She certainly does that a lot, Quinn mused. Rachel caught Quinn's eye and gave herself a curious blush.
"So, I'm guessing you got the notes? Good thing too since we have a quiz over it today." Quinn spoke with a sickly sweet voice.
Rachel gaped at Quinn. "I thought we had the test Friday! I'm not prepared at all." Rest assured, Quinn achieved leading the diva into distress. She had her right where she wanted her.
"My offer still stands. You should take it while I'm still being generous." Quinn spoke with such an elegant and spiritless air that it almost appeared that she was bored. Rachel's face scrunched up, going back to her thoughts. Quinn wasn't so patient this time. "Berry, it's now or never." Rachel sighed and nodded for Quinn to hand over the notebook. "Ah, ah, ah! Secret first."
"I...well..." Rachel started and then her face flushed for a moment. "My dog Rex died, and- and Santana wanted to comfort me. So she came over one day and we bonded because her dog, um, her dog Jax recently passed away. As you know, I am a great lover of all creatures which is why I've chosen vegan as my palate, not necessarily a diet choice. But that's not the point, oh. That is why we have grown so close." Rachel smiled, a bit peculiar if Quinn had anything to say about it.
"I don't remember Santana ever talking about any pet around me." Quinn countered. Rachel shifted the weight of her feet, avoiding eye contact with the cheer captain.
"Well, it's just something Santana wanted to repress." Rachel explained. "Now can I see your notes?"
Quinn sighed, knowing that that's all she would get out of the diva. "Fine. Don't ruin the pristine papers with your man hands."
Rachel looked from the obviously disheveled papers to Quinn. "Uh, right. Thank you." Rachel beamed at her; however, it didn't quite reach her eyes. Rachel flipped through the pages, copying them into her own notebook. Quinn watched Rachel out of the corner of her eye, entertained by the scene taking place. Rachel had gray smudges on the side of her hand, probably from erasing too much. Quinn took interest in Rachel's appearance. She wasn't wearing her normal argyle sweaters or kiddie skirts. Rachel had on a gorgeous sea foam green dress with cream-like ballerina flats. Her hair was dressed into a simple ponytail that had Quinn's head spinning. The change of scenery was intriguing Quinn, but she pondered, What led her to change? Quinn stole a glance at the clock. Twenty minutes had passed and Rachel was finished.
"Thank you again, Quinn." Rachel smiled and laid Quinn's notebook on her side of the table. Quinn smiled in response, slightly startling Rachel with the gesture, but nonetheless, Rachel's dimmer switch was tuned to the highest setting, her smile was positively radiant. Quinn felt a rush of heat to her cheeks, then turned to face the teacher. Rachel crossed that interaction off as embarrassment, and her smile fell, but a hint of it remained. Rachel studied her notes, writing out a few examples on her own. She needed to ace this test; she needed to have perfect scores. Rachel Berry accepted nothing shy of perfection. It stretched not only to classes, but her personal life. Cooking, cleaning, even walking her dog Rex who is still as able-bodied and vibrant as ever (though Quinn needn't know that).
Their teacher passed out the quizzes, and Rachel appeared in apparent stress. She could be heard muttering, "Oh my God, I haven't studied enough. What am I going to do?" Her pencil fell off her desk. "Shit." Rachel swore and picked up her pencil just as Quinn handed her the quiz.
"Calm down, Midget. You'll do fine." Quinn tried.
"No I won't. I'll end up failing Calculus, then I'll drop out of high school, end up living with my dads forever, and never make my dreams come true." Rachel whined.
She seemed to be a little unhinged in Quinn's opinion, so she tried to convince her again. "Did you write down and study my notes?" A nod. "You made your own examples too, right?" Another nod. "Then you should do fine."
Rachel hung her head as the teacher hushed them, writing her name on the quiz before her. Quinn finished early and laid her work on the teacher's stool. When she went back to her seat, she saw a small torn-off edge of a piece of paper. It depicted a small stick figure with a smile and long hair, saying "THANKS QUINN". Quinn looked at Rachel who seemed to be studying her shoes. Quinn smiled and put the note in her bag, thinking that Rachel wouldn't see anyway. The note had tugged at Quinn's heart. Rachel really was sweet. She shook her head of those thoughts and a grimace replaced her smile. Showing emotion is weakness and Quinn couldn't be weak.
The short brunette sneaked glimpses at Quinn, debating questions and concerns in her head, but to no avail did she speak. She turned away from Quinn just as the bell rang for next period. She gathered her items and left the room in a hurry. Quinn followed her, acting like Rachel's shadow in the hall. Rachel disappeared into the girls bathroom and Quinn debated whether or not to continue her chase. She spotted Santana with Brittany down the hall. Maybe on their way to meet Rachel? Quinn pondered. She acted fast and ran into the bathroom, and sat down in a stall just as the future Broadway star was coming out of her stall.
A scattering of shoes followed suit after Santana and Brittany entered the bathroom. Rachel splashed her face with warm water, wiped it off with some paper towels, and then turned to face the two cheerios. "Quinn keeps antagonizing me with questions that I don't know how to answer." Rachel cried, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. Quinn peeked through the crack of the stall door, watching the scene take place.
Santana placed her hands on Rachel's shoulders and lifted Rachel's chin up with a finger. "What'd she say, Tiny?" Santana asked.
"She kept asking me about us and I made up a lie about us bonding over our dead pets! I don't lie under pressure well!" Rachel exclaimed. Quinn raised her eyebrow, her face slowly morphing into stone. She lied to me? Quinn thought and clenched her jaw. She lifted her legs when she saw Brittany looking over towards her stall. The bubbly blonde gazed over Quinn's silhouette for a moment's time and then focused her attention on Santana.
"You should have just told her that you had to help Lord Tubbington quit smoking, like you helped him last year even though he still smokes. I found a cigarette in one of his hairballs." Brittany smiled. All the other girls blinked, not uncommon in the presence of Brittany.
"I told you that he doesn't smoke Brittany." Rachel reasoned, though when she saw Brittany's face she continued, "He was, well, holding it for a friend."
Brittany's smile grew and she wiped her forehead. "Good! I was worried that he'd get cat cancer." She replied.
Rachel smiled in good gesture and Santana snapped her fingers in front of Rachel's face. "Hey, chica! We aren't finished. How are we gonna get Quinn to leave you alone?" Santana demanded.
Rachel's shoulders sagged. "I-I don't know. Brittany?" She questioned.
"Avoid her?" Brittany suggested and Rachel huffed in annoyance.
"I can't just do that. I share some classes with her and then there's glee of course. I certainly cannot spend anymore time staying home. Plus, Quinn would hold my Calculus grade over my head." Rachel whined. Quinn scoffed, then caught her breath and held it since her little sound drew attention. Brittany abstained from glancing at her stall, causing Quinn to be perplexed.
Santana's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What do you mean by that?"
"I'm not doing so hot in that class-" Rachel started.
"But how can that be? You study all the time!" Santana argued and Brittany nodded in agreement.
"You didn't let me finish." Rachel's jaw clenched in annoyance. "Though I do study, I maintain a ninety-four average in that class. That's the lowest A a person can obtain, and I wish to reach perfection."
Quinn was bemused. An A in Calculus was practically unheard of in this school and Rachel was actually complaining about hers? Sure, Quinn had an A as well, and it was higher than Rachel's but that's besides point. Rachel should be extremely proud. She was a studious young lady, talented, and an all around good person, but why couldn't she see that without Quinn coming out and saying that?
Santana rolled her eyes. "C'mon Berry. What's really got your goat?"
"Got my what?" Rachel asked in disbelief.
"Your goat. It's a saying." Santana huffed.
"I'm sure it is, but I assure you that nothing has 'got my goat'. I'm just having a hard time handling my priorities and my tedious extracurricular activities." Rachel replied. It wasn't exactly a lie either. She had been stressing over what duet she and Santana should do for glee. Plus, most of her teachers were advising her to start applying to colleges, but for some reason, Rachel avoided anything dealing with that of the sort.
Santana breathed and wrapped her arms around the shorter brunette. She felt Rachel tense, but she returned the hug nonetheless. "Tell me later. I need to get you to class." Rachel nodded, but Santana stopped in her place causing Rachel to crash into her shoulder. "Ah, fuck man! Why'd you do that?" Santana pouted, rubbing her shoulder.
Rachel put her hands on her hips. "Excuse me! You are the one who stopped in front of me! I believe an apology is in order."
Santana rolled her eyes and looked over to Brittany. "Aren't you coming, B?"
Brittany shook her head. "I'm going to stay here and use it now or I'll have to wait all night until Lord Tubbington is done."
Santana smiled and grabbed Rachel, pulling her out of the bathroom.
Brittany sighed and approached Quinn's stall, but it didn't seem like Quinn would leave with Brittany here. "What are you doing here, Quinn?"
"Brittany, it's rude to talk to someone while they're on the toilet." Quinn pointed out, deflecting her question easily. Or not so easily since Brittany scoffed.
"Yeah, that's why you were spying on Santana's conversation with Rachie." Brittany sneered, causing Quinn's eyes to widen. Brittany was usually never this passionate about people she barely knew. She'd pout, yeah, but this time it was different. Like she was defying Quinn.
"Okay, I'll admit that I was perhaps listening just a little." Quinn sighed, opening the stall door, and then leaned again the door frame. "Why did Rachel lie to me?" Quinn asked softly. She really was hurt a little. The diva had never lied to her before. What'd Quinn do to make her do that? She couldn't think of anything she's done to her recently. Maybe the car was a little extreme, but she was paying for it wasn't she? Coach had been giving her errands for most of the morning and decided to keep her away from Rachel every chance she had.
"She's not lying to you because you put that mean word on her car. She forgave you for that." Brittany replied, sensing Quinn's own self-doubt. She saw Quinn smile a little, then it was gone.
"Then why did she lie?" Quinn growled, frustrated that Rachel still lied to her. But, to be honest, she was relieved that Rachel didn't hold the spray paint over her head. Rachel was so much better than her. A better person in fact.
"She has secrets too. Why do you think you deserve to know?" Brittany countered.
"I-I, well, because she needed to use my notes and she didn't tell me what's going on with her and Santana!" Quinn griped.
Brittany frowned. "You can be so mean sometimes. This is why unicorns are scared of you, you goddamn repressed lemon."
Quinn's nose scrunched up in befuddlement. "What's a repressed lemon?"
"None of your business, just like Rachel's secret. Just drop it. As you just saw, Rachel was about to breakdown. Let her friends keep her together, and you keep out of her business. Do you understand me, Fabray?" Santana said, approaching Quinn with her arms folded over her chest.
The two girls faced each other, nose to nose, both not stepping down. Brittany pulled Santana back from doing any damage. "San, why'd you come back? I told you I could handle myself." She whimpered out.
Santana smiled and placed a loving kiss on Brittany's temple. "I know you can, but I just had a weird feeling."
Quinn cleared her throat, unsure of how to react. Sure, she had known about Brittany and Santana's "sexual exploits", but she hadn't known that it had evolved into something so, so...mature. Santana turned to face her and raised an eyebrow. "What do you want? Better get to class. I got's to get my mack on." Brittany giggled from behind which elicited a grin from Santana.
"Okay, didn't need to know that. Anyways, I will find out, so watch your back." Quinn fixed her cheerleading top in the mirror and strolled out of the bathroom just as soon as she heard a stall door being slammed.
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"So I was thinking that for our duet, we could sing Call You Tonight by Whitney Houston since your voice is really smooth and soft, and then I could do the bridge and perhaps a softer soprano pitch?" Kurt suggested to Quinn. She had to sit at the Gleeks table because she certainly wasn't going to hang around Kurt after school.
"Frankly, I don't care." Quinn stole glances over at Rachel who was sitting with Santana, going over various details with her partner. She turned her attention back to the pale boy. "Give me the lyrics before glee and then we'll practice during lunch tomorrow."
Kurt shook his head. "Won't do. Mercedes and me are going shopping tomorrow during lunch." He and Mercedes did a little hand shake, to which Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Okay, then how about our free period?" She tried.
Kurt clicked his teeth. "Hmm, I don't know." He caught Quinn's glare. "That's perfect timing." He smiled nervously and turned to drink out of his water bottle.
Santana was whispering something into Rachel's ear, making Quinn square and she started to stab at her salad.
"Jeez, blondie. What'd it ever do to you?" Puck asked, taking a seat to the right of Quinn.
She shrugged. "Nothing. Just trying to eat. Don't you know not to comment on what a girl eats, Puckerman?" She asked evenly.
Puck shrank back. Fabray looked pissed and he didn't want to mess with that. "Oh, well, I'm sorry." He murmured and smiled at Rachel, his Jewish princess. "What's up, my fellow hot jew?"
Rachel beamed and rolled her eyes at his mo-hawk antics. "I'm enjoying a pleasant lunch with the glee club, Noah. Thank you for asking. What is up with you?"
Puck looked around the room until he spotted the sexy vixen he met this morning. He pointed to her and Rachel followed his line of sight. "She is up. I'm going to try to score." Puck smirked.
Rachel shook her head, disappointed. "You can't beautiful ladies like that as things to be conquered."
Puck frowned. "Well, I didn't mean it like that. Sorry."
Rachel's smile lost its' shape, but it was still resting on her lips. "It's fine, Noah. But if you'd like to engage into intimate relations with that girl, treat her with more respect." She stood, gathering her trash. She left with Santana and the table was alive with talk of Puck's behavior.
"Jeez, man. You have a bad way of saying things." Finn laughed and Puck slugged him in the arm.
"Not cool, bro." Puck sighed and ran a hand through his mo-hawk. "I'll make it up to her." He stood and left soon after. Quinn sat alone, looking at her fellow teammates who were chatting to everyone else except...her.
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Puck opened the door of the glee club and spotted Rachel and Santana by the piano. Santana stood in her normal guarded position, her arms folded across her chest. Rachel turned around in her spot on the piano. "What can I help you with, Noah?" Rachel smiled.
Puck walked over to Rachel and scooped her up into a hug. "I felt bad about what I said. I really didn't mean it that way." He spoke with remorse.
"Really, it's fine. It's not a big deal." Rachel reasoned.
"No, it is. It made you upset. So as an apology, I'm throwing a party in your honor tomorrow." He compromised.
Rachel smirked. "You were going to have a party anyways, weren't you?"
"Maybe I was, but you're going to come now, right?" Puck laughed.
Rachel shrugged. "Maybe I will, but I'm not going alone." She looked at Santana with a hopeful smile. Santana returned it and bumped her hip against Rachel's side.
"Fine, Tiny. I'll be your caretaker for one night." Santana shot Rachel a quick cocky grin and wrapped her arms around the petite girl. "Or you'll be mine. Baby needs her beer bottle." Santana smirked.
Rachel rolled her eyes as Puck high-fived Santana. "Children, stop playing. We need to work on our song. Well, me and Santana."
Both Santana and Puck pouted and instantly hung their heads. "But we wanna play!" Puck protested.
Rachel flicked his forehead, earning a hiss from Puck and an "Ooh" from Santana. "What did I say?" She hid her smirk well, glowering at Puck. He shrank back and ruffled Santana's hair.
"See you later, Squirt!" He yelled and ran out of the room. Santana groaned and Rachel started to fix Santana's messy hair.
Santana sat on the piano, looking up at Rachel. "Just put it in a ponytail."
"But you look absolutely drop-dead gorgeous whenever your hair is down." Rachel argued, stomping her little diva foot for dramatic effect.
Santana blushed and shook her head. "I'm going to have to go to Cheerios practice after school anyways."
Rachel pouted and sat beside Santana on the piano chair, laying her head against the piano keys. "Not fair."
Santana huffed. "How about I'll let you do my hair before the party tomorrow?" She offered. Rachel lifted her head and smiled at Santana. She grabbed Santana's face into her hands and planted kisses all over her face. Santana's tan skin covered most of her blush, but it was still noticeable.
"Oh, so cute." Rachel cooed and then snickered. Santana growled at her which made Rachel immediately stop. Santana lunged at Rachel's sides, tickling her. Rachel wheezed loudly, giggling. "St-stop!" Rachel laughed.
Santana smirk. "Then say I'm the baddest bad ass that has ever bad assed."
"I'm the baddest bad ass that has ever bad assed." Rachel answered.
"Okay, smart ass. Last chance." She threatened, tickling Rachel now to where she was gasping for air like a fish for water.
"You win! You're the baddest bad ass that has ever bad assed." Rachel whimpered. Santana sat back with a glint of mischievousness in her eyes, that smile never leaving her lips.
"Thanks, Rach." Santana grinned, puffing up her chest proudly. Rachel pouted as they started to work on their song for tomorrow.
"What song do you think best complements my voice as well as yours?" Rachel asked Santana.
"Well, you're really good at putting emotion where it needs to be, so probably a sappy song." Santana mused.
"And perhaps a raspy one for you as well?" Rachel suggested to which Santana nodded. "It'll take some digging, but I'm sure I can find one." Rachel smiled.
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Santana and Rachel parted ways reluctantly, though they'd see each other in less than an hour. Rachel sat in her economics class watching the clock until glee. She had had a weird feeling. Something's been nagging at her since she came out of that bathroom with Santana. She caught Quinn staring at her with a face like she was trying to figure her out in the hallway. She couldn't exactly extract a confession out of Quinn, though. She could make up an excuse that she was looking at someone else, though Rachel was adamant that Quinn was looking at her. Quinn. Rachel sighed to herself as she opened her locker. She looked at all of the pictures of her friends. However, there was one picture she treasured the most. She picked up the small picture of a hospitalized Quinn with her child, Beth. Quinn didn't want any pictures, but Rachel couldn't help it. This was the only baby picture Beth had to Rachel's extent of knowledge. She smiled as she traced the edges of the small picture. She placed it back behind a picture of her fathers. As soon as she closed her locker, Quinn appeared in front of her. "Would you like me to walk you to glee, Rachel?" Quinn asked.
Rachel's jaw dropped and she stood there, dumbfounded. "Uh, why yes. Thank you, Quinn for the offer, but I, well, you know." She stuttered, not thinking of a lie to tell Quinn.
Quinn pursed her lips. "Just let me do this." She pleaded.
Rachel smoothed out her skirt and nodded to Quinn. The halls were clear since every student hated spending a minute more than they had to at this school. They both walked in silence, Rachel seeming to fold into herself more with every step. They arrived at the choir room and Rachel ascended the stairs to sit by a confused looking Santana and a smiling Brittany. Quinn sat in the middle of the first row, turning her attention to Mr. Schue who just walked in. "Hey guys!" He greeted.
A chorus of hellos followed in suit as he made his way over to the marker board. "Alright guys, get into your group and starting planning for your duets tomorrow." He said enthusiastically.
Rachel turned to see Santana shooting daggers at Quinn and flicked her forehead. Santana let out a groan and rubbed her temple. "Why'd you do that for?" Santana whined.
"You will treat others with respect, Ms. Lopez." Rachel scolded. Santana huffed and crossed her arms.
"We'll see about that. Did you find out what song we're going to sing yet?" Santana asked, quickly changing the subject.
Rachel shook her head in annoyance. "Not yet, but I'll check my laptop tonight, okay? We can practice before school in here tomorrow." Santana groaned after that proclamation. "Okay, when do you propose that we actually practice our song?" Rachel retorted.
Santana sunk in her chair even more, holding her tongue. "That's what I thought." Rachel smirked.
"What are you wearing to the party?" Santana asked, having just thought of the fun night planned ahead.
Rachel blushed. "I hadn't thought about that. I'm not sure. I might wear some jeans and a t-shirt. Keeping it casual as you say."
Santana smirked. "I usually mean sex when I say that, Berry."
Rachel's face was as red as a tomato and it caught the attention of other gleeks. "Are you okay?" "Are you choking?" "Figures. She always wants to have the attention on herself." Rachel swatted Santana's arm.
Santana whimpered. "What was this one for?" She whined.
"You embarrassed me in front of our friends. Now apologize." Rachel explained.
Santana growled out an apology as Schuester released them from the meeting. They walked to Rachel's car and she hugged her. "Don't drive tomorrow. I'll swing by and pick you up, okay Tiny?" Santana smiled.
Rachel nodded and buried her face in Santana's cheerleading top. "I will. After practice is over, drive home safe." Rachel said, but it came out muffled, making Santana laugh.
"Will do, Blue-Berry."