AN: Another long chapter. I had to split it in half because of the rare Quinn POV. You won't get many of these but it needed to be done to keep the story going. Thank you for your reviews, it really set a fire under my ass to write more. Enjoy! And please don't hate me too much.
Santana POV
"Quinn, what are you doing?" Santana asks when the blonde, that was once resting her chin on her shoulder, turns her head and starts kissing her neck, moaning into the space there. Santana doesn't want to get aroused but at the same time, it's been a while since she's had any intimacy and this feeling with Quinn is familiar and somewhat comforting.
"I've missed you," Quinn says quietly into Santana's neck and continues her ministrations.
She can't. It feels wrong. As good as it feels, it feels wrong. It feels like she's somehow betraying Brittany or at least her feelings towards Brittany.
"I've missed you too but," Santana sets her hands on Quinn's shoulders and pushes her back, "I can't be doing this here." Is the only excuse she's able to find.
Quinn wipes her lips, "Okay, so, where should we go? I can't go into the dorm now."
Santana sighs, "Let's just catch up and talk. I've missed talking to you." Quinn nods and Santana leads her to one of the decorative boulders sitting outside the camp.
"How have you been? How's New York?" Santana asks.
Quinn shrugs, "Same old. Just been busy with school and such, hung out with Andrew a few times and he asked about you. He says he hasn't spoken to you since… well, since that day."
Just his name makes Santana feel uncomfortable, even more so now that, not only did she once make out with Quinn on a regular basis but she has a very strong crush on another taller blonde. She tries her best to be indifferent. "How is he?"
"He's well," Quinn says. "He's going to another wrestling camp near the end of summer but that's all I know. What about you?" Quinn asks as she looks into Santana's eyes. "How has boot-camp been? Met any cool people?"
Santana's tries to contain a smile and just nods. She clasps her hands together and clears her throat. "My roommate, Rachel, is a little annoying but she's nice enough. She's a little bit of a suck up to Brittany, but I seriously think that's just the way she is. One of those gold star students, you know?"
"Brittany? The tall, lanky girl I saw earlier today? Why would she suck up to Brittany?"
Santana realizes she has never told Quinn who her instructor was. "Oh! Um, because, Brittany is our teacher."
Quinn's mouth opens into an 'O', then her eyes open in realization. "Is that why you were so nice to her? Because she's your teacher?"
Santana's forehead scrunches in confusion and then shakes her head, "No…" she drags out. "I'm nice to her because Brittany is a nice person. We've hung out a few times and I feel like we've become pretty good friends," she says feeling the need to defend the girl that isn't there. Santana doesn't miss the look Quinn gives her.
Quinn clears her throat, "So, you, Brittany, and your roommate all hang out together? I didn't realize you had that much free time."
Santana can see Quinn start to get a little worked up and go into defence mode.
"Well, no, I told you we train over 5 hours a day with an hour break in between. I see Rachel a lot but we don't actually hang out much. And sometimes Brittany and I hang out during lunch or after our classes. Why are you getting so upset?" She asks, not liking the look on Quinn's face when Brittany is mentioned.
"I'm not getting upset," Quinn says, obviously pissed off, "It's just that I figured if you had so much free time, you'd call me or text me more."
Santana sighs feeling guilty, "I know and I'm sorry." She has no excuse. Sure this dance camp has basically taken over her life but she's not really all that sorry. It's super intense and hard work but she's having so much fun. She's meeting new people and learning new skills, not to mention meeting someone as special as Brittany. She has a limited time with her and she wants to spend as much time as she can with her. She's finally finding herself the way she intended to when she left New York. "But you're here now and I want to spend time with you. So how about we just do that?" Santana says, trying to stray away from any promises she can't keep about calling and texting more often. "Let's plan our day tomorrow. Where are you staying?"
"At the Regal Hotel about a 15 minute drive away. I got dropped off here today but my ride has a meeting tomorrow, so you will have to come get me."
Santana hates it when she does that. She really has no issues being the one to make the commute, but she would really appreciate it if Quinn gives her the chance to offer instead of making the assumption. She also knows she should have spoken up about this pet peeve years ago, but she's been letting it slide and now Quinn just thinks it's a normal thing to do.
"Okay, I'll come get you around noon then. We can go for lunch and hang out. I can take you to this lemonade place that I really like."
"Sounds good! I'm looking forward to it. Just then Quinn's phone buzzes, "Looks like my ride will be here in 2 minutes." They both stand up and Santana walks Quinn towards the main driveway. "I'll see you tomorrow, Santana."
"See you tomorrow, Quinn."
The girls reach out to hug each other but as they pull away, Quinn leans in and gives Santana a peck on the lips. It came so quickly that Santana didn't have time to react and when she did, her first instinct is to panic and look around to make sure another certain blonde didn't see it.
"Have a goodnight, Santana." Quinn gets into her friend's car and Santana only manages to wave slowly.
Santana is so confused. The dynamics in her relationship with Quinn has changed drastically for her. Is this how it's always been? She thinks to herself. She wonders if Quinn has become more clingy and touchy, or perhaps it's always been like this and her feelings towards her best friend has changed since arriving in L.A.. Whichever it is, she's bombarded by two feelings. First, she's feeling guilty for not reciprocating Quinn's sentiments. Second, she feels irritated that Quinn is seemingly pushier now. She needs to sort this out and only has a day to do it, but she's afraid it will leave her with one less friend either way.
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Santana wanders into the cafeteria early the next morning. She hadn't slept well and is in need of some energy. The cafeteria isn't actually open today since it's everybody's day off but they do have a few vending machines that has fruit, yogurts, nuts, and instant oatmeal. She's looking at an apple and yogurt and puts in her coins when she realizes she's a quarter short. Tired and now frustrated she lets her head fall against the glass of the vending machine and she closes her eyes for a split second debating whether to go back to her room to get more money or just fuck the apple and just go for the yogurt. She hears the sound of a coin fall through the machine and it begins to whirl. She looks up at it and sees a beautiful reflection standing behind her.
"Really looked like you needed some help."
A wave of comfort but at the same time excitement washes over her and she smiles and presses the buttons that lead to her getting her breakfast.
"What are you doing here so early?" Santana asks, but then she sees Brittany's stack of paper work on one of the tables. "Oh."
"I like to work here on weekends. The lighting is better and I have more space to spread out my work." Brittany looks at Santana curiously, "What are you doing up so early?"
"I couldn't really sleep so I figured I'd get something to eat to hold me off until Lunch with Quinn."
Santana notices Brittany turning her head to face her work when her best friend's name is mentioned.
"Did you have a good night with Quinn yesterday?"
"Um, it was alright. We just talked and stuff. Made plans for our day today. That's all."
Brittany nods but seems more distant than usual and Santana is really hoping Brittany didn't see the meaningless kiss Quinn planted on her lips before she left.
"So, what are your plans today?" Brittany asks and picks up her pen and checks off a few boxes.
"Well, I'll probably taxi to her hotel to pick her up and then we will go for lunch and then I was thinking of taking her to the lemonade place you took me to last time," Santana said with a smile; hoping to bring a smile to the blonde's face. It does, but only slightly.
"Where is she staying?"
"At the Regal hotel."
"Want a ride?"
Santana tries not to smile bigger at the offer. "No, I mean. I don't want to trouble you. You're busy."
Brittany just shrugs, "Not really. I could use a break anyway. I don't mind. I need to get out of this camp for a while too. I think I might actually head back home for a little bit. Pick up some stuff and if I'm lucky, see my sister before her game."
"If it's not out of the way and you're really okay with it, I would really appreciate a ride."
"I'm totally okay with it. If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't have offered," Brittany says with a wink that made her lady bits tingle just a little.
"Okay, that's great! Thank you so much! Can I get there around noon?"
"No."
Santana pouts.
Brittany looks at her and smiles. She tugs on her bottom lip again like she did last night and chuckles, "I'm kidding."
The girls spend the rest of time in relative silence. Santana letting Brittany get her work done while she eats her apple.
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"Who was that?" Quinn asks when Santana gets out of the car and Brittany's little black Prius drives away.
"Brittany gave me a ride. She's going to head home and this was on her way, so she dropped me off."
Quinn crosses her arm over her chest, "What, have you guys become best friends or something?"
This throws Santana off guard. "What? What is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Never mind."
Santana still senses that Quinn is in a pissy mood.
"No, Quinn. Tell me. What are you insinuating when you say that?" She copies Quinn's body language and crosses her owns arm across her chest. Santana can tell Quinn is fuming inside. The girl hates it when Santana stands her ground because as hard-ass as Santana is, she has a soft heart and will usually give in to the people she cares for.
"I don't know, Santana. Why don't you tell me? You run off to L.A. to what? Fucking, dance? And you don't call, you don't text, I bumped into your mom at the market and she asked if I had heard from you because apparently you don't call her either. I come all the way here to visit you and you keep spending all your time with this new chick that you can't stop talking about. So, Santana, you've either turned gay on me or you got yourself a new best friend."
Santana is shocked at her 'best friend's' words but finds some on her own. "First off, I've already apologized numerous times about not contacting you. I told you before, this is an intensive camp and I honestly just don't have the time or energy most evenings. Second, you came here for a school trip so don't you dare say you came for me. Third, Brittany is a good person. I'm alone here, Quinn. I came here not knowing anyone and she's been nothing but nice. She's not my best friend, but she's definitely been there for me more than once. So, yah, she and I are becoming close friends but…" She sighs, "But, you're my best friend. You've always been my best friend." She runs her fingers through her hair. She's tired of explaining herself, she has a single day with Quinn and she doesn't want to spend it arguing. "Can we just hang out? I've missed you and I just want to spend some quality time with you. Can we do that?" She sees Quinn visibly relax.
"I've missed you, too." Quinn goes in for a hug and Santana easily accepts it. Glad that the fight is over. "Okay, let's just forget about all of that and spend the day together."
The girls have lunch and Santana keeps her promise by taking Quinn to the lemonade shop and again, it's delicious. She keeps thinking of Brittany's smile when she took the first sip in anticipation of her reaction. It was so cute.
The girls spend the rest of the afternoon walking around and just catching up. A few times during their time together, Quinn gets really close, and although it used to be normal and reassuring, Santana is shying away from it. Not feeling nearly as comfortable as she once did. Santana was showing Quinn some of the choreography on her phone when instead of just leaning over and watching the video like what Santana expected, Quinn not only rested on chin on Santana's shoulder but gently placed her hands on her waist. Another time, when they went to get some tacos from a food cart, Santana had some sauce on the side of her lips, but instead of laughing and telling her she's a sloppy eater, Quinn used her finger to wipe it off for her, causing Santana to stand there in shock. However, she didn't speak up about it because she knew for sure Quinn would get defensive and they would end up fighting again.
It's just past 8pm and the dorm locks its doors at 9. Quinn insists that Santana take her back to the hotel. Quinn told Santana they would go through the back entrance since that's where her room was. It is more isolated in the back and quite a bit darker as the sun set. Quinn takes her hand and drags her to stand between the building and a large tree. Suddenly, Quinn's lips are on hers and hesitantly, Santana starts kissing back, knowing that this is something Quinn probably needed more than her. Santana does not kiss any deeper and just lets Quinn do what she needs. It's familiar, and perhaps Santana missed it, but it wasn't exactly the feeling she remembers. She remembers there being more heat, more security, more arousal. Santana doesn't know where to put her hands so she just leaves them on Quinn's hips, whereas Quinn's hands are roaming. One hand lands on Santana's breasts and the other is trailing down, to her hips and playing with the button of her jeans. To say Santana is uncomfortable is not exactly the right word, because it's not like she's cheating on anyone and who doesn't want to be making out with someone as pretty as Quinn, but it sends a feeling of guilt through her. While Santana is contemplating her thoughts, she didn't actually notice Quinn had undone her button and unzipped the zipper slowly. Santana is thinking about Brittany, and what she's up to. If she's back at the dorm or if she's still with her family. Thoughts of Brittany swirl in her head when her body jolts in reaction to a sharp pain between her legs. Quinn had entered her quickly and forcefully with two fingers and although she was slightly aroused, it was not enough for a comfortable entrance.
"Ow, Quinn. Stop!" Santana breaks the kiss and says not too loudly to draw attention to them from anyone that may be around.
Quinn continues kissing her jaw and down her neck while trying to pump her fingers into her best friend. There's desperation in her voice, "I want you, Santana. I can't. I need you to want me too."
"No, Quinn! Please, no!" Santana grips Quinn's wrist tightly and pushes it down and out of her. At the same time she shoves Quinn backwards with her other hand. Both girls are breathing heavy with a look of pain and confusion on their faces. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Santana almost yells, her voice cracking as she tries to keep in a sob.
"I'm sorry," Quinn whimpers, her face falling into her hands. "I don't know why I did that, I'm so sorry!"
Santana has no words. She's shaken to the core. She's angry, upset, confused, shocked, but most of all her chest aches from the fact that Quinn did not stop when she asked her to. The fact that Quinn thought it was okay to do that without her consent. The fact that Quinn, the homophobe, just tried to fuck her.
"I need to go," Santana says as she does her pants back up. "I can't, I just… I need to go."
"No, Santana! Please! I'm sorry!" Quinn is quick to grab her wrist and pulls her back. "I'm so sorry. Please, please forgive me." Quinn buries her face into Santana's shoulder hard. She can feel the tears from her friend's eyes soaking through her thin t-shirt. Quinn is hugging her tightly but Santana's arms are slack and hanging loosely from her sides.
"Quinn…"
"San," Quinn cries.
"I need to go. Now. My taxi is here." She pulls the crying girl off her shoulder and holds her still. Her heart breaks for her. Quinn needed help but she has no idea how to help her, so the best thing she can think of is time. Time away from each other. "I need to go," she repeats and turns to walk away.
"I'm sorry." She hears Quinn say as she's walking away. "Are we still best friends?" Her voice is so small, so broken.
Santana stops in her tracks but she cannot get herself to turn and look for two reasons. She doesn't want to look at the girl that just tried to force herself onto her and at the same time she doesn't want to see the sadness in Quinn's eyes because that will only make Santana want to forgive her and she can't do that. Not right now. The only thing she manages to do is shrug, "I don't know. I need some time to… I can't right now."
She gets into her taxi but manages to make a quick stop at a convenience store to pick up a pack of smokes and a lighter before having the driver drop her off a block away from the dorm. As soon as she's out of the car, she lights one up and takes a long drag. She looks at the time. She still has 19 minutes so she walks slowly. Her head hurts, her eyes hurt, and she still has an uncomfortable feeling between her legs. During her walk, she thinks. What the fuck happened? Quinn has always been such an amazing friend to her. She was always by her side. Through thick and thin. Through hard times and good times. The inside jokes, the sleepless nights talking and laughing. Crying on each other's shoulders when they needed each other. Quinn allowing Santana to stay over and giving her the bed as Quinn herself slept on the couch. What the fuck happened?
Her phone buzzes but she doesn't check it. She knows who it is.
"Hey."
A voice distracts her from her thoughts. The words spoken were not full of the usual vigour, it's quiet and wary; Santana looks up. The girl that usually puts a smile on her face can't manage that right now. "Hey," Santana responds weakly.
She sees Brittany look down at her left hand that still has her second cigarette between her index and middle finger. She follows Brittany's line of sight and also looks at the cigarette. She takes one last drag and puts it out on the side of the wall before stepping on it. Her phone buzzes again.
"What happened? What's wrong?" Brittany says cautiously stepping closer.
There is absolutely no way Santana can explain what happened so she just shakes her head. She doesn't know what to say or do. Santana doesn't know what she wants.
"May I?" Brittany's arms are slightly held out as if offering to hold her. Santana just nods and Brittany immediately steps forward, gently holding her in her arms. Santana leans against Brittany's chest.
After a few moments, when Santana's head has cleared a bit, she finally manages to say something. "What are you doing out here?"
"Well, umm, I had actually just come back and bumped into Rachel. I asked if you were back and when she said no I came back outside to wait for you in case you got locked out. I have the key."
Santana nods, still leaning against Brittany's chest. "You came back late too. I thought you said your sister had a party."
Brittany clears her throat and she can feel the taller girl shift uncomfortably, "She did, but Sam showed up at the house when I told him I was back and we talked. He told me he was ready to be friends with me again."
"That's good." She wants to be happy for Brittany, but she can't. She's mad at Quinn and jealous that Sam got to spend the day with her. It's been a pretty shitty day. Her phone buzzes, yet again.
"Hey," Brittany says, "Let's go inside okay? You can chill with me until you're ready to go back to your room."
Santana nods again and they walk back. Slowly separating, to Santana's dismay, the closer they get to the main entrance.
She spends close to an hour at Brittany's until she sees the other girl starting to fall asleep; forcing herself to stay away because she has a guest. She wasn't going to do that to Brittany so she tells her she's feeling better and that she'll see her tomorrow.
Once she back in her room, thankful that Rachel is sleeping quietly for the first time. She takes out her phone and braces herself for the onslaught of texts she knows Quinn has left her.
From Quinn: Santana, I'm sorry. I'm so so so sorry. I don't know what came over me and I promise you I will never do that again. Please forgive me. I can't lose you as my best friend or even just a friend. I don't deserve to be your best friend anymore.
From Quinn: You're probably back at the dorm now. I know you will read my texts before you sleep and I just wanted to let you know that I understand if you never ever want to talk to me or see me ever again. I just want you to know that I love you, as a friend. As my best friend. I made a mistake. A huge mistake that I will not forgive myself for. Please forgive me.
From Quinn: I know what I did was wrong, but you kissed me too. You kissed me back so you can't tell me you weren't feeling it too. I went too far, I know that, but you didn't stop the kissing or groping. You didn't even stop me from undoing your pants so I honestly don't believe I should take all the blame for this. You, Santana, kissed me back. Sigh. Whatever.
Santana puts her phone down without responding. She knows whatever she says now, she will regret later. So she decides to wait it out and really think about her response. She turns her phone on silent before going to sleep.
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Santana wakes up the next morning with Rachel shaking her profusely telling her that she's going to be late. Santana rushes to get up and ready without once looking at her phone.
The day passes and training was hard. She thinks Brittany went easy on them because of her, but because of her pounding headache, it was still a hard fucking lesson. She has no appetite for lunch so she goes for a walk with her pack of smokes knowing that it's Monday and Brittany has a lot of work to do.
At the end of the day, her shirt is drenched but she has no idea what she did. She tried to stay focus in class but Brittany had to speak strictly to her to get back to her spot multiple times. She was off count and her lines were sloppy. The one thing she noticed though, was that Breanne was extremely nice today. Too nice which means it was fake. She knows this type of nice because she's used this type of nice before back in high school. When someone like Breanne is as nice as she is right now to Brittany, there's something up her sleeve and it's not going to be good. She even noticed Brittany giving her skeptical looks but just goes about her teaching and not trying to make it obvious.
Santana gets out of her shower and plops herself onto her bed. She picks up her phone for the first time and has a text from her mom which she replies to right away and a long text from Quinn. She sighs as she opens the message.
From Quinn: I know you read my messages and now you're ignoring me. What the fuck, Santana? I've already apologized and I regret everything I did last night but we need to talk about it. I can't lose you even after all you put me though. After all I did for you, you can't forgive me for this? Who was there for you when you were so sick you couldn't walk? Who was there for you when your mom wanted to kick you out that one day after our grad dance? Who was there for you when you got dumped by whatshisname in 9th grade? Who drove you everywhere when you didn't have a car? I did! I was there for you and I can't believe you're willing to throw our friendship away just like that. Because I made a mistake. To be honest, I thought that's what you wanted, so I'm sorry that I tried to show you how much I cared for you. Because I do. I do care for you but obviously you don't care for me anymore. You're probably with your new best friend Brittany having the time of your life right now. For all I know you will probably stay here in LA so the 2 of you can be BFFs.
The next text was time stamped to be five hours after the first one.
From Quinn: Found out one of my new law friend's sister dances too. I told her how my BEST FRIENDis at a bootcamp. Apparently shes in the camp too. I just heard something very interesting. Txt me back and I'll tell u.
2 hours after that
From Quinn: Fine. Ignore me. But I just wanted to let you know your new bestie isn't any better than me.
Santana's eyes widen at the last text and she sends her response right away.
To Quinn: I was almost late for class today so I didn't get a chance to check my phone. I have been away all day and just got back now. I need time to think about everything that had happened, Quinn. I'm sorry, but I need time to process. But I need to ask. What are you talking about? PS. Brittany isn't my best friend.
Santana goes to sleep knowing the ball is in Quinn's court now, but knowing her best friend, Quinn will milk it for all its worth and will now be the one ignoring her. At the moment, Santana couldn't give two fucks about Quinn ignoring her. What is really clawing at her heart is what she said about Brittany.
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Santana is right. Quinn ignores her for the entire next day even after Santana sent another two messages her way. Quinn only posts on her Twitter and Facebook about how some people are deceiving or how you can be there for someone for all their lives but you fuck up once and then you're out or even a photo of a poor teddy bear with his heart gruesomely ripped out.
'Yup', Santana thinks to herself, 'that's Quinn.'
She finally receives a text from the girl on Tuesday.
From Quinn: At the airport. Flying back to NY. Hope to see you there in a few weeks.
Santana sighs and decides to respond for the sake of responding. She's sick and tired of playing this game of 'who ignores who the longest'.
To Quinn: You will.
She had told Brittany that she and Quinn had gotten in an argument ant that's why she was so upset. She told her that they had a weird history and that they sometimes got in fights but usually work them out with time. She doesn't go into too much detail, not wanting Brittany to feel uncomfortable. She's sitting on the couch facing the television and Brittany is heating up some left over pizza when there's a knock on the door. Brittany goes to answer it and Santana immediately recognizes the voice.
"Miss Pierce, I…" she looks in and makes eye contact with Santana. Rachel knows Santana and Brittany hang out a lot and is very supportive of it, but her eyes are sad and worried, "… I just heard something. I don't know if it's true or not but it's being spread throughout the dorm and its… it's about you and it's not good." Rachel steps in and her voice quiets down. Santana has hard time hearing but when she sees Brittany's face fall into her hands as she leans backwards against the wall she knows it's something dreadfully serious.
Quinn POV
"She read it! She fucking read my message and is ignoring me!" Quinn rants out Monday morning in the car on her way to the Courthouse for a tour and a seminar. She had a really crappy day yesterday and when she woke up to zero text messages in her inbox her blood began to boil. She wasn't winning the fight as quickly as she wanted to. That new girl in Santana's life must have something to do with it.
Her friend, Claire, is driving them and has been listening to her rant all morning. Claire knows of Santana because Quinn talks about her more often than she thinks she does. She is always going on and on about her best friend and how they've been through so much together and how she was going to meet this best friend of hers on Sunday and she was dying to see her again. But now, she's on a rampage. Quinn had explained to Claire that there was a misunderstanding between the two of them after an almost perfect afternoon catching up with each other. She didn't explain what the misunderstanding was, only that Quinn had said something that she didn't think would offend the girl, but did.
"What is your best friend doing here anyway?" Claire asks. "You said she's here camping?"
Quinn shakes her head, "No, no. She's here doing a dance boot-camp. Her mother sent her here to figure her life out. She wasn't doing too well in college back home."
Claire's eyes widen, "Boot-camp? Which one?"
"I'm not sure the name of it but it's just 15 minutes from the hotel."
"I think I know which one you're talking about, my sister is an instructor there."
"Oh what? No way! Your sister is, Brittany?" Quinn asks looking at the girl carefully again. They do not look alike at all.
"What? No? My sister is Breanne. Well, she's the assistant instructor there."
Quinn nods and sighs in relief, "Thank God."
"What do you mean by that?" Claire asks.
"Well, you can tell your sister that her boss is stealing my best friend."
"What?! What are you talking about, Q? You just basically told me that you and Santana were soulmates. Except for your little argument."
"Well, yeah. I mean, the two of us grew up together and know pretty much everything about each other but this Brittany girl. I feel like she has something on Santana and I don't like it. I wish I could get her to see that this girl isn't good for her. I don't like the way she looks at her, she's like using her or like… I don't know… gay for her or something."
Claire laughs, "So, maybe she is."
"Fuck that shit, Santana is no dyke. Trust me, she would have told me if she was. She likes the D too much be into chicks, you know? But this girl, this… instructor… she gives me weird vibes. I bet if I could prove to Santana that the girl is hitting on her, or at least prove that she's a bad influence she would probably keep her distance."
"Are you serious about this?" Claire glances over at Quinn before continuing through the slow crawling L.A. traffic.
Quinn bites her lip, glances over to Claire before she shrugs, "Yeah, kinda." Quinn sees Claire contemplate something. "What is it? What kind of scheme are you mustering up?" She asks the other girl when she continues to have that look on her face.
"Well, I didn't go to the same school as Breanne since we moved just as she was getting into high school, but I do remember her mentioning that she was teaching with someone a few years older but went to the same high school as her. It might just be the girl you're talking about. This Brittany chick."
"So?"
"So… I could ask her if she has any dirt on the girl. I mean, there's a chance the girl is squeaky clean, but if she's as into girls as you say she is, maybe my baby sis will have some info, you know? Maybe we can help you out. I like you, Quinn. You're cool and obviously your best friend is in some sort of trouble, so I want to help her too. I don't want your best friend to be sucked into the wrong crowd or something."
They get to the Courthouse and Claire texts Breanne. Telling her everything Quinn is asking for. She checks her phone during her first break and sees a message from her sister. She smiles and shows the text to Quinn.
"Breanne doesn't know if it's completely true, but apparently it was really big back in high school. We could get Breanne to tell that to Santana if you want."
Quinn reads the text and her eyes widen at the story she just read. Without much consideration she nods, "Yeah, tell her."
Claire fires a text back to her sister, giving her the go ahead.
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At the end of the seminar, Quinn and Claire are out for dinner when Claire's phone buzzes. She picks it up and begins to read it.
"Oh… no…"
"What?" Quinn asks reaching into her bag for some money.
Claire shows the text to Quinn
From Bre: Well, I'm glad you reminded me about high school. Brittany is being a bitch lately and my friends and I have been getting in trouble for being late. Like wtf, right? I'm the assistant, I can do whatever the fuck I want. Anyway, I wasn't able to tell the Latina chick like you asked me to because 1. I don't really like her. 2. I don't talk to her. And 3. She wouldn't believe me anyway. BUT! I'll let my cronies handle it for me and trust me, the word will spread because they have fucking big mouths. They don't like Brittany either cuz she made us clean the mirrors. I'll figure a way to make the story easily spreadable… like Brittany's legs. HAHAHA! Give me until tomorrow night and I'll have the girl out of everyone's hair. I can't wait to see everyone lose respect for her. Then maybe I'll be the leader for a change. Anyway, gotta sleep now sis. Have fun learning about law and shit.
Quinn swallows. This was only supposed to be between Breanne and Santana, not the whole dorm. She wonders momentarily if she just fucked something up. It's too late now. Besides, as long as the information gets to Santana, and she gets her best friend back, she doesn't care. Santana has been ignoring her texts anyway, so maybe this will trigger some sort of response. Brittany is a BAD influence.
"Whatever," Quinn says, "She probably deserves it. From what your sister says, she's a bitch anyway. Best to get her out of there before Santana gets into more trouble."
Claire just looks at her phone and nods.
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Knowing she has a chance of splitting Santana apart from Brittany, Quinn sends Santana a text the next day to show her she still wants to be there for her and that she is the friend that's worthy enough to be called her best friend.
To BFF: At the airport. Flying back to NY. Hope to see you there in a few weeks.
She sighs in relief and a smile crosses her face when she receives a quick response.
From BFF: You will.
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