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-DementedPanda
The next morning, Quinn wakes up with a pounding headache. This is familiar.
She massages her neck, trying to relieve a stiff muscle; a result of her sleeping on top of her keyboard. She is about to wipe dry puke off her mouth, when she hears a grating voice.
"Aww.. Look at that, LiLo is finally awake. Good morning, Miss Beauty Queen 2012."
Quinn doesn't miss the mocking tone in Santana's voice.
"Oh my God", Quinn's eyes widen in surprise at her Skype screen, but squints immediately after, as the bright light of her laptop screen hurts her eyes. She raises her hand, to cover her eyes a bit from the offending light. Santana is looking all fresh, much to Quinn's dismay, grinning slyly, as she leans back on her chair with a Starbucks in her hand.
Quinn doesn't know that Santana hasn't actually slept. Santana hates the fact that she needed to be awake until 5 AM, to finish one of her papers, wasting another Friday night. After she was done, she figured that she might as well go on her morning run. It's laundry weekend with Brittany, but her lousy assignment prevented her from going last night; meaning yet another day with her girlfriend has been cancelled.
Santana has a shitload of papers that are near their due date; particularly the one she focused on all night needed to be done. Fortunately, having a passed out Quinn to laugh at and take screenshots of - for future references - during her breaks from typing, helped her stay awake. If she hadn't finished her assignment, it would have completely lost the point of her postponing the trip to Lima. She feels incredibly relieved to have one less problem.
This isn't the first time she has to change the schedule or even cancel the trip over the course of four months since she started college, but she hasn't had much of a choice. Santana hasn't been really enjoying her time in Louisville and that resulting in her not giving her all, to keep up with class and doing things in last second, just so she won't get kicked out. One of these days, though, she fears that it will bite her in the ass.
Quinn looks at the time call display and sees that Santana never ended the call. "Why are you still here?", she asks in confusion.
"Why shouldn't I be? I got first seat to see Quinn Fabray having another massive hangover. I screen captured charming pictures of you, and I kinda don't want you to get choked on your own puke. I feel like I have an obligation or something, for being the last person to see your not so glorious mental breakdown last night. But mostly it was to laugh at you", Santana sips her fresh coffee, smiling, feeling like she's on top of the world having her frenemy look like she just survived a hurricane.
Oddly enough she actually enjoyed the company, even though that company is a passed out Quinn Fabray on a laptop screen. She can't actually count on Brittany's company when it comes to do her papers. The doey blue-eyed blonde is too much of a distraction when she's on Skype. Santana loves Brittany's random remarks and their fun conversations, but the playful girl sometimes doesn't really know when to hold back, when Santana needs to concentrate.
"So..", Santana continues as she crosses her leg on top of the other. "How does it feel passing out on your desk, after barfing in your trash can?", She pauses to sip her coffee. "Oh, by the way, you got some letters, right there, on your cheek, spelled loser", She points to the screen, smirking.
"Oh shut up already, Santana", Quinn interjects and presses the end call button, not bothering to continue listening to Santana's mockery. She's completely annoyed with the bitch and the pounding in her head is getting worse. She doesn't really know, if she should feel grateful that Santana kept an eye on her the whole night, or just hate her for using the situation to take some humiliating screen captures. She can only hope the pictures won't end up on Facebook. Yep, Santana can and will go that low if she needs to.
Quinn groans and gets up from the desk, walking slowly to the bathroom to wash her face. She starts to notice the vomit aftertaste inside her mouth. Nearly barfing again. After several messy splashes of water on her face and brushing her teeth, Quinn is ready to spend the whole Saturday riding out her hangover by passing out. This time on her bed.
...
"Rude", is all Santana remarks to the abrupt hang up, but says it with a wide smile on her face. She looks at her watch and it's time for her to pack up and go to the bus station. That means she gets to hang out with Brittany back in Lima and to have some awesome sweet lady loving sex. Gonna get mah scissor on.
Santana locks her door, walks to the kitchen and finds two of her other roommates, Elaine and Lara Croft, who are sitting by the kitchen island having breakfast. She's been lucky that even though there are three of them living together, they got an apartment type of dorm with two bathrooms, complete with a small kitchen area and living room in the middle. Each of them gets one personal room.
Santana was the first one that arrived at the dorm, so she got the right to choose a room that is singled out, on the one side of the dorm, with a personal bathroom. That makes her have a slighter smaller room, compared to the other two, but she prefers a personal bathroom anyway. She doesn't need to clean other chicks' nasty period shit. Meanwhile her dormies got side by side rooms and have to share a bathroom.
The three have become fast friends, since all of them are sharing the crazy schedule of new recruits of the Ladybirds (U of L Cheerleaders team). Sadly, they are probably the only friends Santana really hangs out with, since she can't always hang out in the weekends with other Ladybirds or other students.
"Yay! Girlfriend weekend?", Elaine looks up from her cereal bowl as Santana drags her laundry bag toward the dorm's door. The ginge is the only openly gay girl that Santana knows personally, so far, in U of L. The girl has been flirting shamelessly, since she first met her at introduction day. Santana got nothing against the girl because so far it's been harmless fun and Elaine is a pretty awesome friend. Well, aside from that one time when she let Santana oversleep that resulted in 5 laps extra from Coach Carrie. Elaine claimed that she tried waking Santana up, but she was running late herself.
Santana's other roommate, Monica aka Lara Croft, just smiles at her. The giant-boobied girl looks very tired. Santana is guessing that she's probably up all night too, finishing her assignments.
"Yep. Don't miss me too much. Bye, bitches", Santana waves at her peasants, before closing the door in a hurry.
On her bus ride to Lima, Santana is doing Kegels to Justin Timberlake when she takes notice of a guy across the aisle, who's appears to be occupied smooching a black lab. The Latina can't help but stare at the pair's intimate moment. After a minute or so, the strange interaction ends; while it never should have started. The dog has covered the hipster's patchy beard with an abnormal amount of saliva. The sight disgusts her and briefly triggers a war-flashback depicting the time she had sex with Frankenteen. It almost throws her off her Kegels game. This bus ride is taking far too long. Santana decides to sleep the rest of the trip, and falls asleep grinning as she remembers the sad state of Quinn's hungover face. That tragic slut.
...
Quinn wakes up around 1 PM and although she doesn't feel the need to keep sleeping anymore, she stays lying on her bed for almost an hour. The headache is gone, but replaced by a heavy cloud inside her head. She sighs loudly as a power booster and finally forces herself to get up from the bed. She remembers most of what happened last night and groans again. She's thinking of checking her Facebook but she knows better and brushes it off. The old Quinn Fabray would freak out with anything that would destroy her perfect image, but the new Quinn Fabray, well, not as much. It's a progress, really.
She drags herself to the bathroom and stands in front of the mirror, holding herself on the edge of the sink. She looks at her reflection and sees someone she doesn't recognize. A pale disheveled blonde haired girl with blood-shot eyes.
What have I been doing? I got everything I wanted and I keep on trying to mess things up with dramatic self-pitying acts of this and that. This has to change. But how?
A ping from her laptop distracts her from her another self-pitying monologue. She cranes her neck to look at the clock right above the bed and she sees that it's almost 2 PM.
That has to be Rachel's email.
Quinn will never admit this to anyone but she did have a little crush on Rachel back in High school. Something that she pushed aside until the summer of sophomore year, when she joined the skanks. Half of the skanks were pretty much fluid when it came to sexuality and she learned more about herself that summer. Quinn had somewhat of a rough time with coming to terms with her sexuality, considering her very uptight conservative upbringing. Particularly influenced by the year when everyone in the glee club was helping Santana with her sexuality, while Quinn went back to her regular crazy self, making another baby gate drama just to distract herself from her real issues.
After she accepted the fact that she's not only into boys, she toyed with the idea that Rachel might share the same feelings. But Rachel confirmed her feelings were just for Finn, and so Quinn easily moved on. It was a stupid high school crush anyway. But there was always Santana..
Anyway, the petite diva's perks is still amusing to Quinn and she finds Rachel's antic as endearing. If she tries really, really, really hard not to get easily annoyed. She's not even sure why she even had a crush on Rachel, if she thinks of all the effort not to get annoyed. Thinking about it, makes the girl smile. She's always got a thing for difficult people. Maybe because she is a difficult person herself.
Rachel usually sends her an email every Saturday afternoon. She definitely holds on to what Quinn's said about keeping in touch. She admits to herself that she actually enjoys the emails Rachel has been sending since they went to college. They both have definitely become somewhat good friends because of it.
Neither has been talking about a plan to visit each other, though. It's only been four months after all. Aside of that, it's not a secret that Quinn loves visiting New York. The national trip was too short and she didn't get the chance to explore much of the city.
Quinn takes a deep breath and walks to her desk, before sitting in front of her laptop to read the new email. The short brunette always have something to report, as if Quinn's inbox is her personal diary. Quinn actually suspects that Rachel does use her email as a diary.
Good afternoon Quinn,
I certainly hope you have been having a good week. I am delighted to hear about your achievement to be accepted in the only female secret society at Yale this year. I always much-admired you for all the hard work you do to get your dreams. You deserve all of the rewards from doing so. I know you think we have nothing in common, but I have to oppose that idea and I believe that we, indubitably, are two bright strong women that are cut from the same cloth. (That would be scary)
As for your question about where do Finn and I stand, in terms of our long lost relationship, (I don't remember asking nor caring about this topic at all.) I finally got a surprise visit from him a couple of days ago. It did not end well though. I was with Brody, that super hot dreamy boy I saw half naked in the dorm's bathroom the other week, just about to take the next step of our platonic friendship (I was right all along. She is obviously not ready for any teen marriage.). Did I tell you that he does the same moisturizing routine as me every night before we go to sleep? (You sure he's not gay, Rachel?)
Anyway I digress.I dreamt about seeing Finn for so long, hoping he would one day unexpectedly show up in front of my door with a bouquet and it came true! But he was too late. I was ready to move on and there he was, wanting to come back in my life after missing for FOUR months and did not even had the nerve to inform me where he has been. I have decided that this is it. Right now I am on the right track to pursue my dream, which I've had since I was two years old and nothing, I repeat, NOTHING will impede my way from getting it (Oh, Finally.).
Not even the most adorable, sweet, handsome ex-quarterback, ex president of Glee club and ex-military hot looking man. (My God, Rachel, you need help). On another note, I am going to try out this new relationship with Brody (Of course you will choose the gay hunky creep that keeps on stalking you). A mature relationship. (Does she even know what that actually means?)
I might still be unsure about any other things, outside my dreams of being a famous Tony nominated Broadway star, but I'm not going to let some boy define my life.
The school has not been easy either. Cassandra is still determined to make me regret ever taking her class. I will see this as just another challenge to my assuredly stardom, of course.
Oh, and Kurt is working in now! How amazing is that. He gathered all of his fashion blog pictures and made it into a portfolio for a walk-in interview. He got the job on the spot. It's just a side job though, but he gets to be working for Isabelle Wright. Ms. Wright herself! I am so proud and happy for him.
How are you though? And this time you are obligated to give me a reply, longer than two paragraph. Spill it, Quinn Fabray!
XOXO
Rachel Berry (Gold Star Emoticons)
Quinn is smiling as she reads the last part. Only Rachel Berry (and sometimes Santana) has the ovaries to order her around. She feels happy too that the email is actually giving some good news about her replies Rachel right away, because she remembers the last time she forgot to reply, she got dozens of SMS from Rachel asking if Quinn is okay and if the brunette needs to call in emergency numbers, when she failed to reply her texts too. To say that Rachel Berry is a very dramatic person is an understatement.
Quinn writes that everything in her college life is great with no boy problems whatsoever. She tells Rachel that she's making a lot of friends from classes and from the secret society. Pretty boring stuff really, but there's nothing different she can tell Rachel from last week.
She leaves out the part of her life, which mentions the fact that she is sleeping with her married psychology professor. Of course she's supportive of Rachel's decision of letting Finn go, and get herself a new direction (no pun intended) in life. That's what she has been trying to tell Rachel since last year, and a freaking truck, ramming the side of Quinn's car, was the only thing that saved Rachel from the biggest mistake of her life.
Right after she sends the email, her phone buzzes. She picks it up, seeing that she has a new message from the aforementioned professor. The text is asking her if she's free tonight. Quinn hesitates for a moment, thinking that this is the guy who lied to her last night about doing some work, when she's sure that he actually went home to his wife.
I got plans, Alex. What do you want?- Q
I just want to spend some time with you. If you got time, come by to my house. My wife is staying at her sister's. - A
He sent a Google map address link in the end of the text.
Quinn doesn't reply the text as she is having a battle with herself. Everything about her relationship with her professor is wrong in many ways. He's her professor (but I'm not underage anymore), he's married (they don't love each other), and she's not even really into this guy (...).
It all started with a little too long of a stare in the class. Then Quinn offered her help as an assistant, which meant spending a lot of time together even though it's not related with the psychology class, and one day, one thing lead to another and Quinn ended up having sex with him in his office a late Friday night. To say that she isn't completely attracted to him would be a lie. He has golden blond hair, pretty grey eyes, white perfect teeth, he's quite tall and he is smart. You can't be a professor in the age of 35 if you're not at least having a determination to get through PhD that young.
Now, throw a perfect idea of a human being in front of Quinn Fabray and be sure she will try anything to get that person to be hers. It is difficult to brush off something that her parents made her believe since she was young. Perfection is everything.
If she has to be completely honest, it wasn't his looks or much of his academic achievements that made her take that final decision of sleeping with him, but because they somehow share this feeling of lacking something together. You know what they say about people who takes a psychology subject; an outpatient on self-study. The sex isn't bad either, because the only experience Quinn can compare it to was that one time thing with Puck.
Quinn takes a quick shower and by the time she puts on her clothes, she decides to go see him.
Alex's place is not that far from Yale. It only takes her half an hour with bus to get there. This will be the first time she's going to his house. They usually just hook up in his office, on the sofa or the table after grading some assignments or exams.
As she arrives in front of her professor's door, she instantly regrets it. She feels wrong about it, but somehow her hand seems like to have a mind of its own, when she knocks on the door. She can hear light steps toward the door, before it opens and there he is.
"I was waiting for your reply but I knew you would come", Alex gives his perfect smile at her. He doesn't even mention that Quinn lied about having plans already. Even worse for Quinn if he's thinking that she changed her plans for him. He lets her in and she follows him to the living room.
He opens a prepared bottle of red wine and pours her a glass. They do this fake conversation thing for a while, because Quinn knows it won't take long before Alex will start kissing her and so he does. He leads her to his bedroom and begins to undress her before starting to kiss her again. Quinn tries to enjoy his kisses, his presence, but she can't help it that sometimes she opens her eyes and another set of eyes are staring back at her from inside of a photo frame. His wife.
It doesn't stop her.
As they finish, Alex takes his pipe from the stand beside him and lights it, while still sitting on the bed. So cliché. She looks to the side and there it is again, the wife's photograph. A Flash of her own mother's face violates Quinn's mind. She tries not to think about it, but her own father did this to her mother.
Quinn abruptly gets off from the bed and puts on her dress.
"Hey, what's the hurry?", Alex asks her in confusion.
"I can't do this anymore. I have to go.", She finishes getting dressed and hurries to the door. She feels more uneasy by the minute staying in his bedroom.
"Quinn, is this about last night?", Alex gets off from the bed, still biting the pipe in his mouth. Looking quite ridiculous considering he's only wearing boxers with tiny Freud head motifs.
Quinn turns around to answer him, "No it is not. I don't think this is a good idea anymore and we're done, Alex."
She then walks out as fast as she can and gets into the first bus heading back to her dorm. Inside the bus she feels anxious and flips out the phone from her purse. She sees that Alex doesn't even try to call her, let alone stop her. She's not even sure why she's hoping he will.
Suddenly she just needs to talk to someone and the first name that comes up is Santana. Santana may have not been around for months now, but it doesn't change the fact that throughout high school when things went bad (or sometimes good) for Quinn, the other girl was always there, in her own bitchy way.
Yes, there was that period when she was pregnant and Santana obviously chose her social status rather than their friendship. At the time, she thought it was all about Puck, but she had to admit being hormonal was making her crazier than her normal crazy self. Also having a different schedule outside of cheerios practices, drove the two apart.
Yes, there was the boob job incident, because that was the only way Quinn knew how to get her position back as the captain of the cheerios instantly, and it was a perfect revenge for Santana leaving her when she was pregnant. She doesn't remember when exactly their friendship mended after that. It's just how their relationship works. It's almost like a tennis match, they both feel like things need to be even, after which they both will go back to being frenemies again. Although Santana was understandably getting even closer to Brittany on their sophomore year, she hasn't stopped being Quinn's friend. Or the "The Unholy Trinity" would cease to exist.
She doesn't forget when Santana tried to reach out to her, when she was spiraling down being a skank. Nobody knows that Santana tried calling and texted all through the summer, but she was the one who ignored the other girl.
It was by senior year that their friendship returned to like it was in the beginning. Again, she doesn't remember the exact moment. Santana was horribly outed by Finn but the girl became less of a bitch after. The night Santana was kicked out of her grandmother's house; she actually called Quinn because she didn't think telling Brittany about it would make the situation any better.
Quinn returns to reality from her thoughts. She looks at her phone and hesitates when she scrolls down to Santana's name on the screen. She's not sure if she should just call or text. No, calling would be too weird. She's still not even sure why it has to be Santana. We haven't talked regularly since we went to college and judging from last night another Skype fiasco... Oh screw it.
Hey. - Q