Rachel walked over to Quinn's locker, her duffle rocking back and forth slightly at her side. Tony was shuffling around, trying to peek through the small opening that Rachel had provided him. It was actually large enough for him to poke his head through, but as his mama had said, she could get in trouble and didn't want that.
The blonde was getting closer and closer until Rachel was standing right in front of her, putting Tony in an angle that only allowed him to see a part of Quinn's jean clad thigh. "Hey Quinn," the brunette greeted, lean up and wrapping her arms around her best friend for a short but warm and loving embrace.
"Hey Rach, how are-"
*bark*
Hazel eyes shot down at the duffle hanging off Rachel's shoulder. Quinn couldn't quite see Tony through the small gap in the zipper but she knew he was there. She gave an exasperated sigh. "Rachel, please don't tell me that your bag just barked." Rachel looked down at her feet, shifting her weight from one to the other.
"Okay… I won't."
"Rachel, I'm serious," the taller girl said, worriedly. She brought a hand up to her mouth to suppress a sigh. "I can't believe you let him sneak into your bag again," she exasperated, shaking her head which caused Rachel to frown. Quinn bit her lip; she hated making Rachel sad or upset.
"But I didn't," the singer replied, her original mood now downcast. Quinn arched an eyebrow. "He missed you," she continued, Quinn's expression softening. "And he pouted." The blonde giggled, helping to brighten Rachel up again. "And," she pulled Tony out of her bag, presenting him to Quinn. "Could you say no to that?"
Quinn looked up at Tony and then at Rachel, the two of them sharing identical pouts. It was bad enough when she just had to deal with Rachel's pout, but this… this was just unfair. She was worried about Tony's safety in the school, and the potential of Rachel getting in trouble, but she was faltering quickly. The tiny whimpering sounds that came out of the golden puppy and the way Rachel jutted out her lower lip did Quinn in.
"No," she answered weakly. "I couldn't," There was no way she could, for either of them. Quinn extended her arms and wrapped them around Tony, taking him for Rachel's grasp and hugging him close. The puppy lapped at her face for a bit before settling on resting his head on her shoulder. "I guess you want me to watch him for the day?"
"Would you?"
"Yeah, of course." Rachel jumped up, taking Quinn into another, deeper, hug.
"Thank you." She pulled back and unslung her duffle, handing it to Quinn. "You'll have everything you need inside. I've packed some of the vegetarian and non-vegetarian dog food along with some doggy treats. He can use my clothes as a bed and I even grabbed my old baby blanky in case he gets cold." Quinn quirked an eyebrow and with one hand opened the bag to inspect said blanket. It was a light blue with big gold stars all over. It was adorable and so Rachel. She could suppress her smile. "Don't make fun; my dads bought it for me."
"I'm not. It's cute."
"Okay. Well, let me just say goodbye to Tony and I'll let to get to class." She retrieved her puppy from Quinn's grasp. Holding him just as the blonde had, she gently rubbed his back. "Be good for Quinn, okay? Mama loves you." Rachel placed Tony back into her bag, directly onto the stack of clothing there. He made himself comfortable, digging his nose deeply into her neatly folded sweater.
The bag he was in rocked slight as Quinn made her way to her first period. Tony felt wary, being in a fairly dark space suspended off the ground, but it was a discomfort that he was willing to deal with to be with two most favorite people. Besides, the girls had provided him with a little bit of light and he knew that neither of them would put him in any danger.
Soon the movement stilled and the duffle was placed into Quinn's lap. Tony heard the blonde speak to whomever it was that she sat by, but only a grumbled response in return. "What's got your panties in a bunch?" Santana glared at her best friend. She looked ready to slap her upside the head. "Okay, fine. Don't talk, little miss grouchy pants."
"You know this is your fault," the Latina spat, point a finger at Quinn.
"My fault?"
"Yeah. You and Berry and that stupid dog and those stupid-"
*bark*
"Oh, please don't tell me you have that dog with you," Santana pleaded, now noticing the duffle in Quinn's lap that most definitely didn't belong to her. The blonde's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
"He's got a name San." The Latina ignored her words as she glared at the puppy that had just popped his head out of the duffle. The opening was opposite Santana, so Quinn turned the bag around so he didn't have to twist his head.
"Well, cause of him I didn't get any action last night. And I had to crush my breadsticks and feed them to those stupid ducks." The blonde snorted, in a vain attempt to suppress her laughter. "Laugh while you can. You won't think it's so funny when you have to share your bacon with that dog." Quinn only seemed to think that this was even funnier.
"I'm pretty sure Rachel wouldn't let me anywhere near him with something that fatty." Quinn laughed it off, finding amusement in her friend's displeasure of not getting any. "Besides, I thought you thought those ducks were cute," she teased.
"Shut up Fabray."
"You know you love me."
"Not as much as you love Berry." Any retort that Quinn had was lost in her throat. "Ha, that shut you up." Tony scrunched up his nose and looked up at Santana and then at Quinn, who currently was a bit red and unusually shy. He nudged her side with his head to get her attention and in an attempt to tell her that she didn't need to be embarrassed about loving Rachel.
Just before the late bell rang, Brittany ran in and pulled up a seat between the two. Santana went for a kiss but her girlfriend was too busy looking at the puppy in Quinn's lap. She bent down so that they were at eye level. "Hi," she greeted. "Quinn, since when did you have a dog?"
"He's not mine, Britt. You remember Tony, right?"
"Oh, hi Tony! You spending the day with Q, huh?" she cooed. "Can I pay with him?" Quinn bit down nervously on her lower lip but relented, opening up the duffle. The taller blonde gently pulled him out and laid him down on her lap. He curled up, noting how Santana sneered at him.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Santana had fully expected to have her girlfriend's attention today, but now Rachel's dog was being a cockblock. The Latina slumped down in her chair and decided that she might as well get some work down. She cracked open her book and got started on the day's assignment. Fucking Berry and her stupid dog, she thought.
To make matters worse, the three of them shared their first few periods. Sure Quinn mostly kept the puppy to herself, but that didn't stop Brittany from constantly trying to play with him. It was torture for Santana. Since she had got together with Brittany, it was usually Quinn who would be the odd one out. She didn't like the change.
And it's not like she had to really worry about Quinn feeling left out anymore. Santana had Britt and Quinn had whatever she had with Berry. Hell, Santana knew that Quinn could have exactly what she wanted if she stopped being such a pussy. Not that she cared right now, seeing as Quinn getting in the way of her sweet lady kisses.
After the first few hours of school Santana's eyes hurt, probably from too much glaring. She had never been so happy for the beginning of lunch, or at least she was until Quinn asked them to watch Tony while she went to the rest room. She would have told Quinn that her bathroom sex with Berry could wait, but Brittany accepted before she could.
So here the two of them were, sitting at bench situated outside the restroom. Santana had her elbow resting on the wall, propping her head up. She stared directly in front of her and would probably burned a hole through the wall opposite her if she hadn't noticed Brittany… talking to the puppy.
"Hm, they are being a bit dumb aren't they?"
*bark*
"And you want to do something about it, huh?"
*bark*
"Oh, I like that. I could do that; we're going to her place afterschool anyway."
"What are you two talking about?" Santana interrupted. She had watched for long enough and frankly she was getting curious.
"Sorry San, it's a secret."
"So what, you can't tell your girlfriend?"
"Nope. Tony asked me not to."
"What?! Why?!"
"You were being mean to Rachel." Santana opened her mouth, but the words just would come out. Oh, this was just too much. She knew that that dog was doing this on purpose. He must have. Normally, Santana would have been pissed off. But in this case she was actually kind of impressed. "Hold on to him for a bit," she handed Tony to Santana. "I need to get something out of my locker."
Santana held him awkwardly, both trying to make sure he didn't get hurt but also trying to keep him away from her. "You… you… you're just about as manipulative as me. I hate to say it, but I like it."
*bark*
Quinn exited the restroom and took Tony back. Santana sighed in relief, maybe now she'd get a reward for everything that she had to put up with throughout the day. She made a note to not say anything about Berry for a while. But that wouldn't be much of a problem since she had a hot girlfriend and a lot of wasted time to make for. She grasped onto Brittany's wrist when she got back and dragged her towards the nearest janitor's closet.
Heading towards the cafeteria with Quinn, Tony was running around the best he could in the space of Rachel's duffle. He was eagerly awaiting getting to see his mama again and more so he really wanted to see his new plan in action. With Brittany as a new accomplice, he knew that he was getting closer and closer to achieving his goal.
Upon having that delightful aroma invading his senses again, he peeked out of the opening to see Rachel squatted down right in front of him. She smiled her mega-watt smile and opened the bag up wider, scooping him up into her arms. "Oh, how I've missed you. He wasn't too much trouble was he?"
"Not at all. He was an angel."
*bark*
"Oh, good boy. So are you ready for some lunch?"
*bark*
Later at the Berry household…
Tony was nervous. His latest plan could start any moment now. He could only hope that it would go off better than his last. His unease did not go unnoticed by Rachel, who rolled him onto his back and scratched his belly. "What's wrong boy?" He averted her gaze. Tony knew that he couldn't let her know if his plan was to succeed. He got back on his feet and ran around the bed a bit, quickly assuring Rachel everything was fine.
Rachel went back to her homework when her phone beeped. Tony perked up instantly and waited patiently. This was it. He observed Rachel as she checked the sender of the text she just received. "Oh, it's Quinn," she said with a smile. Tony stayed still; he had to focus. Rachel opened the text, her smile widening as she read the words.
Quinn: Hey pretty girl, I was wondering if you wanted to go out Friday night?
Rachel blushed and instinctively tried to hide the redness of her cheeks. As often as Quinn playfully flirted with her, she had never really gotten used to it and would always grow red. And Quinn would always tease her when she ended up turning a shade of pink. The singer jotted down a quick response.
Rachel: Sure, I'd love to hang out.
She got a reply almost instantly.
Quinn: No silly, I mean go out. You know, like a date?