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Chapter 6
Rachel
She started to stir and went to stretch realizing that she was wrapped around one body with another wrapped around her back. She opened her eyes to see the beauty that is Santana. Looking behind her she sees Puck. Patting him on the arm she whispers "Hey, Noah. Wake up. Wake up."
Puck opened his eyes rolled over and stretched. "Morning." He looked over to the dead to the world Latina chuckling. "That one will take a bomb to wake up. You ok Rach?"
"Yes, just really sore. Why don't you go get ready for school and I will wake San?" She said looking back over to her. Puck just nodded and left the room. Rachel spent another moment just watching her then decided they needed to get up an around. "Hey San. It's time to get up." She nuzzled her neck tightening her grip. She started to shake her where she had a grip on her waist. "San, I need you to get up."
Santana's eyes pop open comically, "What is it carino? What do you need?" She was looking around trying to get her bearings then focusing on Rachel.
Rachel just hugged her a little tighter then started to get out of bed. "I don't need anything but we do need to get up and ready for school."
San blinked for a second. "Oh, ok" she scrubbed her face with he hands and got out of bed. "Let me help you change your bandage and I will go to the guest room to change then I will go make coffee."
Rachel walked over to her and hugged her around the waist. "Thank you Santana. For everything."
"Of course. Anything you need." She didn't know what else to say. She just hugged her back.
A few moment past and Rachel moved away. They went into the bathroom where San helped her take off her shirt and put fresh bandages on her wound. "Ok hermosa, all set. I'm going to go get ready now unless you need anything else."
"No. Go get ready and I will do the same. We should have time to grab a proper breakfast. You have Cheerio's practice this morning and you need the nourishment before vigorous exercise." She replied.
San stepped forward cupping her cheek. "You need to eat too Estrella. You barely ate anything yesterday. You need to keep your strength up."
Rachel leaned into her hand. "I will try." San nodded and left to get ready for the day, and she turned to do the same.
Santana
She dressed quickly, put her hair into the required high pony and headed down stairs to try and find some coffee. When she descended the stairs she smelled food cooking. She walked in to the kitchen to find Puck at the stove. "What are you making?"
He looked up with a sad smile. "Vegan blueberry oatmeal waffles. There're her favorite. Also some turkey bacon and scrambled eggs for you and me. Sorry hot Jew here, no pork."
It smelled amazing "mmm, I think I'll live. It looks great. I can't believe she keeps meat products stocked in her kitchen. Can I help with anything?"
He just smile at her. "It's about ready, you can grab 3 cups of coffee and have a seat. She keeps it here for me. She hasn't been able to convert me yet."
"But I keep trying." Rachel says coming into the room, kissing him on the cheek and sits at the table. "Thank you Noah this looks amazing as always." She put a waffle on her plate adds some fruit puree and begins to pick at it. She's not really hungry but Puck cooked for her and she told San she would try. So for them she would try.
They sat in silence and ate for a few before Santana spoke up. "Ok. We have most of our classes together so I can walk you to all of those. The one we don't have with me you have with Puck and he will make sure you get to that one. When we get there I have practice. What are you two going to do until I get out?"
Puck spoke up first. "We can go to the choir room and you can finish helping me with that song I've been working on." He looks to Rachel and she nods. Looking back to Santana he adds. "Then we can meet you Rachel's locker so we can walk her to the first class I have that one too."
"Sounds good." She looked at the clock and got up starting to clear the dishes. She loaded the dishwasher, they cleaned up the kitchen, then headed out to start their day.
Quinn
She arrived to the school early hoping to see Santana before practice. She had tried to get in touch with her after practice yesterday but San wasn't answering any of her texts or calls. She went by her house but no one was there. She was starting to get really worried about her friend. Yesterday was weird. Santana outburst when Berry got shushied was crazy. Then she disappeared right after and Quinn hadn't seen her since. The cryptic text messages did help her feel any better either. Something was definitely off with her best friend. She started acting weird after sectional Saturday. She had been quiet all weekend. Then yesterday happened.
She sees San's car pull up but was not expecting to see Puck and Rachel Berry of all people to exit with her. As she walked toward them, their backs to her, what she saw and heard shocked and confused her.
San was rubbing Rachel's back while she had her head buried in San's neck, Puck holding her hand. "It's Ok carino, I will meet you at your locker as soon as practice is over and Puck will be with you the whole time."
Rachel sniffled and replied. "Ok, San. I'm sorry. I'm being a baby."
San shook her head. "No hermosa. You are not. It's understandable. I promise it will be ok."
Squeezing one last time Rachel straightened up. "Ok, I'm ok. Thank you San."
San kissed the side of her head. "It's fine Estrella. I'll see you soon"
As she turned to walk away she almost bumped into Quinn. "Hey San. What's going on?"
San grabbed her hand and pulled her away looking over her shoulder. "Puck locker 7:15" he just nodded.
Quinn tried to pull her arm out of her grasp and turn back to the other two. "San what was that? What's going on?"
San just held on tight "Nothing, I will explain later." She kept walking
Quinn was getting agitated. She stopped walking forcing Santana to stop too. "No Santana. That's what you said yesterday then you ignored all of my texts and calls last night. That wasn't nothing. Tell me what's going on."
Santana sighed. "Q, I promise to tell you after school. There isn't enough time to get into all of it now and we have Cheerio's practice. I promise after Glee we will go somewhere to talk."
Quinn just stood there looking into her eyes. San was visibly shaken but it didn't look like she would be getting it out of her right this minute. "Ok, but you will be telling me after Glee."
"I promise I will. Just drop it for now and let's get to practice before we are late and coach kills us and nobody ever finds our bodies." Quinn nods and they continue on to the locker room.
Puck and Rachel.
They made their way to the choir room without incident. It was really early and the halls were clear of the rest of the student body for now. Puck was trying to engage Rachel in to the task of the song he was singing to critique him but she just kept darting her eyes between the two doors in the room. He sighed. He was hoping the music would take her mind off of it long enough for San to get done with practice.
She seemed to be more relaxed around the Latina. He didn't know if it was because she was a woman, or because she was the one that found her, or because it was just San. It really didn't matter, whatever made her feel better he wanted her to have. He walked over and sat next to her. "Hey, come here." He pulled her into his lap and wrapped her in his arms, and she melted into him. "It's ok sweetie. We will just sit here like this until it's time to meet San. Ok?" she just nodded into his shoulder.
They sat there until 7:00 while Puck rocked Rachel in his arms, then got up to make their way to their lockers. They didn't see the tall figure watching them as they exited the choir room.
A/N: Ok peeps. That's it, a little sneak peek into Quinn. More to come. Please review. Constructive criticisms welcome. Also I am trying to decide if I want to add a Puck/Quinn relationship or a Quinn/Britt one. I toyed with making is a Fapezberry thing but I'm just not sure yet. Let me know your thoughts.