Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated since FOREVER :'( I don't want you guys to think I am abandoning this story, I'm not, don't worry! Anyway, since Santana is awesome I just HAVE to use them in my story. Sadly, I didn't come up with anything. Anythong you recognize belongs to JKR or Ryan Murphy!
A few minutes later, the trio were looking for a compartment. Finn had insisted that they would sit together, because "three is better than one." As Finn opened the next door, he let out a yell of surprise and said, "It's Harry Potter!" "Oh my gosh, that's so exciting." Santana said sarcastically from outside the door. Inside, sitting comfortably, was Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. "Hello Finn and Quinn! By the way, I told Harry and Ron where you're from and everything. And, who's this?" Santana had rushed in and bumped straight into Finn. "Hey Tubs!" She said.
"Hey, don't make fun of Finn," Hermione said defensively. Ron looked jealous, and Quinn smirked a little. "Shut your potato hole, Granger, I'm here to apologize." Santana spat, then turning to Finn. "That Diva From Hell Rachel Berry was right, I haven't been fair to you. You aren't fat. I should've known because I slept with you." At this, Hermione raised an eyebrow, and Ron grinned triumphantly. "If Rachel wants my sloppy seconds she should at least know the truth. It was like being smothered by a sweaty, out of breath sack of potatoes that somebody soaked in body spray. I mean, at some point I must have liked that you look like a taco addict with one too many back alley liposuctions." "Woah," Harry said, looking very confused.
"Please stick a sock in it or ship yourself back to Scotland or wherever you're from. I'm trying to apologize to Lumps the clown." She made a face at Harry, then turned back to Finn. "I really am sorry Finn. Sorry that you have no talent. And also that the Troubletones got crushed by the New Directions. Sorry that you sing like you're getting your prostate checked, and you dance like you've been asleep for years and someone just woke you up. Have fun riding on your girlfriend Rachel's coattails for the rest of your life, but if I were him, I'd just watch out for her come holiday time because if I were her, I'd stick a stent in one of those boobs and let the Finn blubber light the Hannukah candles for eight magical nights." She sneered, waving her hands sarcastically. "Oh, and, I'm Santana Lopez, Quinn Fabray's best friend, former Cheerios captain, and head bitch slash badass."
Ron Weasley was now turning the color of his hair.
"So, tell us about your families!" Hermione said. "Oh, first, by the way, Ron and Hermione get married and have two children called Rose and Hugo, Harry and Ginny get married and have three children called James, Albus, and Lily. Snape kills Dumbledore but it was actually Dumbledore's request in the first place, and you three go Hocrux Hunting. Oh, and you might want to stay away from using You-Know-Who's name for a while, and also stay away from Xenophillus Lovegood." Finn said very quickly. Ron and Hermione immediately edged away from each other, giving each other horrified looks, while Harry said, his eyes wide, "Ginny and I get married?"
"Sorry, I was rambling. I'll explain more later. Anyway, I have my mom, Carole, my step-dad, Burt. My real dad died when I was little. And I have my step-brother Kurt." Santana said, "Well, I have my mom or mummy, or whatever you British call it, my dad, and my abuela. She's why I'm such a bitch." She smirked. "I'm from Lima Heights, I was raised on insults. That's how my abuela puts me to sleep at night, and she is not a nice lady. Did you know she tried to sell me once? And it wasn't until kindergarten until I learned my name wasn't really Garbage Face."
"Well," Quinn began. "There's my dad, but he disowned me, and it was because of you," She glared at Finn while Santana let out a sigh that sounded like, "Here we go again." "It wasn't even my baby!" Finn exploded. "But it was your freaking idea to tell them!" Quinn retorted, and folded her arms. "Anyway, my mom, and my daughter, Beth." She sighed. "I REALLY hope Puck is taking good care of her..."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Your daughter?" Quinn nodded. "Yes, long story." "We have time." Hermione said. It was more of an order than a question. "Okay, first, Miss Slutty Barbie, it's our news to tell. So shut the hell up and listen." Santana snapped. Then she grinned sheepishly. "Santana, you're such a Slytherin." Finn said, swatting her arm. "I know, that's my favorite House." Santana smirked. "Well, anyway, quick, go get some moist towels. We have to keep Finn wet before we can roll him back out to sea." Quinn stuffed her fists in her mouth to keep from laughing, and failed miserably. "That is hilarious!" She said between giggles.
When Quinn finally stopped laughing, she told the story of Beth. "Well, at the beginning of last year, Finn and I were dating. Um, well, one night Puck got me drunk and I don't remember what happened next. Then I woke up and felt fat." She gulped. "Um, then I was pregnant. I lied and told Finn it was our baby. Finn's mom accidentally found out, and then Finn told my parents. My dad kicked me out, and my mom divorced him. I moved in with Finn, and he wanted to name our baby Drizzle." "I thought it was cute!" Finn protested. Quinn sighed and continued. "But then he found out it was actually Puck's baby, so we broke up. Puck thought we should name the baby Beth, so we did. We put her up for adoption, since neither of us had time to take care of her. But, the person who adopted her was an unfit mother, so we got her back. She lives with me now."
"Oh. Wow." Hermione said. "Potter!" A voice shouted. Quinn looked up to find Draco Malfoy glowering at them. "I saw you in the Invisibility Cloak! My father will hear about this!" "Um, okay, hi. I'm Santana Lopez. And I'm kind of a bitch. Don't you dare be rude to Harry, Ron, and the Mudblood ever again, or I'll Crucio you. I learned it over the summer. I'm pretty sure you've already felt the pain, I know you're a Death Eater." At Quinn and Finn's stunned looks, she shrugged and said, "I read the books too!"
"Don't call her Mudblood." Finn said softly. Santana looked at him and snorted. "You guys totally think you will end up getting married or something? News flash, we can't change the story, and, Mudblood, I've kissed Finn. And can I just say, not worth a buck." "I'll be right back," Quinn said. "I'll just follow Draco over here- What?" She said at their looks. She turned her eyes back on Draco. "Now move, Malfoy, afores I end you."
Santana rolled her eyes. She watched as Quinn and the Malfoy boy headed out of the compartment. Finn actually wasn't the worst kisser in the world, better than Puck at the least. And the Trouty Mouth. She wondered if Ron Weasley was a good kisser. No way. You can't think Ginger is a good kisser. He wasn't even attractive, even Orca is cuter than him. And even the Albino Ferret and Company. She said silently to herself.
Finn was a little jealous of Sam Evans. But what was there to be jealous of? Finn had everything, he was the star quarterback of the football team, captain of the New Directions, but he felt like something was missing. He did have Rachel, but she would always cling to him and make his choices for him. Suddenly, Finn knew exactly what he wanted.
Quinn Fabray.
Quinn pushed Malfoy into an empty compartment and smirked. She ripped up his left sleeve and saw it. The Dark Mark. "What is this?" She demanded, even though she already knew the answer. Draco Malfoy gulped. "Nothing," He said, hurriedly pulling his sleeve down again. "Don't play dumb with me, Malfoy. Let me say this one time, and one time only. You cannot kill Albus Dumbledore." "How did you know?!" He cried looking at her in shock. "Long story." She said with a wave of her hand. "Now, seriously. Tell me everything."
Draco stared at the girl. "Who are you anyway?!" "Quinn Fabray. Now, go on." The blonde girl said airily. She must be mad. "I wouldn't think that if I were you, Malfoy, or should I say, The Amazing Bouncing Ferret?" The Fabray girl said, staring at him long and hard. Damn, she knows Legilimency? "Of course I do, Draco." Draco looked up in surprise and sighed.
"All right."