Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own Harry Potter nor Glee.
When the Slytherin Quidditch team arrived to practice, they were surprised to find two other teams already there. Finn, the captain of Gryffindor's team, stood in the center of the pitch, towering over Quinn. They were in a heated argument over which team was having practice at that time.
"Hudson! Fabray!" Santana yelled, stomping towards them, her Beater's bat in her hand, "What the hell is going on here! Get off the field!"
"Oh no. Not you, too!" Quinn spun her head towards Santana with her fists clenched, "Ravenclaw was here first! This is our practice time!"
"I reserved the pitch for Gryffindor today, Quinn!" Finn argued.
"Really?" Quinn shoved a sheet of parchment in his face, "Then what's this document that says 'The Quidditch pitch is reserved for Ravenclaw at 3:30 p.m.' signed by Dumbledore himself?"
Finn squinted at the paper, scrunching his face together as if he was trying really hard to read what it said.
"Now, hold up!" Santana pointed at a small sign by the pitch's entrance, "Can't either of you read? It says 'Reserved for Slytherin at 3:30' right there on that sign!"
At that moment, a bludger flew past Santana, towards the sign, completely destroying it. Santana looked at it in disbelief and turned her head to where the bludger came from.
"What sign?" Puck said, resting his bat on his shoulder.
"Puckerman! You son of a—" Santana started to charge towards Puck until Finn pulled her back.
"You know what? This is ridiculous," Quinn threw her arms up in the air, "We were here first, and we'd already started practice before Finn showed up, so why don't you both just leave and you can come back later."
"No way, babe," Puck said, walking towards the captains, "Finn had the field reserved for Gryffindor, so we're practicing now."
"Really? And where's your evidence?" Santana crossed her arms, and Quinn followed suit.
Finn looked dumbly between Quinn and Santana, "Uh… well, I don't really have anything, but I talked directly to McGonagall and she said we could have the field!"
"No evidence, no practice."
"This sucks!" Finn whined, kicking the ground. Kurt, who had been standing off to the side, listening, shrugged and dragged Finn and Puck away from the girls.
"Now you," Quinn said to Santana, "Like I said before, we were here first, so why don't you come back later."
"Um, not so fast, Fabray. That sign over there," Santana looked over at the sign that Puck had demolished and corrected herself, "That sign that was over there had Slytherin on it. It's not my fault if you can't read."
"Well, obviously that sign isn't there now, so your reservation is null."
"Fabray! The first game of the season is next week, and it's Slytherin vs Hufflepuff! Just let us have the field!"
Quinn tapped her chin with her index finger, "Hmm, I guess it does make sense… how about we make a deal."
"What kind of deal?" Santana narrowed her eyes.
"The Halloween feast is at the end of the week," Quinn said smiling, "Berry wants New Directions to perform something and asked me to sing a duet with her."
"Um no way," Santana shook her head, already aware of what Quinn wanted her to do.
"Of course, I told her I wouldn't sing with her in front of the entire school, but she looked so sad. So dejected. Finn declined her offer to sing a duet, and so did Kurt. If you tell anyone else, I'll deny it, but I actually felt bad for her for once. So I told her I'll ask someone else to sing with her. That seemed to satisfy her."
"No! No way!" Santana said, "It's not worth it. You can practice today. I'll get it later."
She was about to turn around when Quinn said, "But wait, Santana! You can have the field now and our practice time tomorrow afternoon."
"Nope, still not worth it."
"Okay then," Quinn shrugged, "I guess it'll be okay if Brittany found out that you were the one to transfigure Lord Tubbington into a cup and kept him in the kitchen for two days."
Santana stared at her in shock and gripped her bat, "You wouldn't."
"Oh, you know I would."
"What was I supposed to do? That damn cat tore up my best robe and hid my wand in his litter box! His litter box, Quinn!"
Quinn raised an eyebrow and pretended to yawn.
"Okay, fine. You got a deal. But we have the pitch tomorrow and the day after, too."
"Yeah, whatever," Quinn said, walking away and waving goodbye, "Have fun."
The other Slytherins walked over to the center of the pitch after the Ravenclaws had left. Santana just finished putting her gear on when Karofsky tapped her on the shoulder.
"Um, Lopez," he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, "We've got another problem."
"Oh. God." Santana moaned, as she looked over to see Brittany walking towards her, wearing her Quidditch practice robes and carrying her broomstick.
"Hey, Santana!" Brittany said with a smile, "Um, sorry to interrupt your practice, but I had the pitch reserved for Hufflepuff at this time."
Santana took a deep breath and hung her head. She was really tired of arguing over the field, and she especially didn't want to do it with her girlfriend. Then she remembered the deal she made with Quinn, and the fact that they have Ravenclaw's practice sessions for the next two days.
"Sorry, Britt. We'll get off."
"Thanks, Santana!" Brittany gave Santana a quick peck on the lips and turned towards her team, "Alright, everybody, let's get started!"
"Oh, come on, Lopez!" Karofsky yelled behind Santana.
"Shut it, Karofsky!" she snapped. Damn it. Made that deal with Quinn for nothing, she thought.
As Santana and her team stalked off the field, she saw Quinn by the stands. Quinn waved playfully at her with a triumphant smirk on her face. Before walking away, she made exaggerated singing gestures as if to mock Santana and her forthcoming duet with Rachel.
What a bitch.
Author's Note: If anyone's got a suggestion for a song that Rachel and Santana could sing as a duet, please let me know. Cause I have no idea what I want them to sing. Haha.