Santana got in the car "Q" she said in acknowledgment of her friend, "Lopez" Quinn offered in return as she sped off towards the pub. "So Q, I got the fake I.D's we need. Let's go get our dance on" Santana stated in a bored and dull voice… Quinn looked at Santana for a moment "where's Brit tonight, I assumed she was coming?" Santana paused for a moment "Why would you assume that?"
"Because San you two are practically joined at the hip, I don't remember the last time it was just us two that went out..."
"Well then its long over due isn't it" Santana stated bluntly
"If something's happened between you, you can talk to me?"
"What are you getting at Fabray?"
Quinn let out a long breath "I'm not getting at anything, but you two are never apart so why tonight?"
"Maybe I wanted a fucking brake, drop it" Santana warned in a low voice
"I'm not dropping it until you tell me what happened; in fact we're not going anywhere until you tell me what's happened" Quinn ground to a halt in the middle of the road and turned to look at her friend.
"mierda Quinn, lo que está mal con usted" Santana all but screeched slamming the interior lights on to bog Quinn out, but when she did she froze "Jesus Christ Quinn what happened to your face" she asked gawking at the nasty slash on her forehead before reaching out to poke it. Quinn swatted her hand away
"Don't change the subject Lopez, what's the deal with you and Britt?"
Santana ducked her head "I really don't want to talk about it Q" the Latina stated almost pleadingly.
"San, you can think I'm being a bitch to you or whatever but you two are like peanut butter and jelly, you just don't have one without the other. Your so close I'm surprised your not actually related or dating"
Santana looked at Quinn while she mulled over what the blonde had just said, there was a brief tense silence "She's mad at me" Santana finally muttered
"ok **Quinn approached carefully** what happened?"
Santana looked in her friends dark hazel eyes before sighing "It's complicated, Brittany's refusing to see me or text me. I really don't want to talk about it." Santana sighed before a loud honking rang out from behind, Quinn checked her rear-view mirror and noticed a car sat behind them revving their engine before they honked their horn again, Quinn put the car in gear and sped off wheel spinning as she went.
After a few seconds of silence Quinn remembered they were having a conversation, "I'm sure you'll make up though, your best friends after all"
"Suppose, I'm not even in the mood to dance anymore, can we just go for a drive instead?" the tanned girl asked sporting a frown.
"yer that's probably best since we have school in the morning anyway" the blonde said offering a small smile.
A few minutes later Santana was riffling through her bag and pulled out a flask of vodka, she unscrewed the lid and put the bottle to her lips.. "Cheers" she roared as she tipped the bottle up so the clear liquid was running down her throat.
The next few hours were spent with Quinn comforting Santana while the fiery girl cried over 'her Britt-Britt', Santana telling Quinn what an idiot she was to fall out with Brittany and then holding Santana's hair while she threw up before going to sleep in the passenger seat. Quinn however had been devising her own plan to cheer S up.
Santana opened her eyes as she could hear murmuring in the background, groaning she sat up and looked around, Quinn was sat next to her still diving, "where are we going?" Santana chocked out only just realising how dry her throat was. Quinn jumped slightly obviously unaware that the girl had woken "I've got a surprise… promise you won't get mad" this obviously peeked Santana's interest as she leaned closer to Quinn "what is it and why would I be mad?" Quinn just shrugged until she turned off down some dark creepy lane. You and Britt need to talk and so she may be sitting behind you" Santanas eyes went so wide they looked like they were going to bug out. Quinn parked down the creepy alley and got out "you've got 10 minutes and I'll be back! So make use of whatever it is you need to talk about" Quinn grabbed her torch out of her glove compartment and went for a walk, she was singing a tune as she walked before she heard her phone and retrieved it from her bra and saw she had a message from an unknown number…
Shouldn't go walking in the dark on your own ;-)
After Quinn looked around her, slightly paranoid she replied.
And this would be?
It didn't take long till Quinn's phone went off again
How bad do you wanna know Fabray?
The blonde wasn't sure what to make of these messages and wasn't 100% sure it wasn't Santana.
Not that badly to be honest, I doubt your near me.
Her phone went off again blaring the Brand new day by Ryan Star she quickly looked at her phone.
I can prove it, your wearing high heels, a short tight light blue dress with a brown belt around your stomach, you've got your hair in loose curls and you have a dirty great cut on your forehead.. your looking to your left now …
Quinn gasped and turned to look at Santana who was hugging Brittany…
I'm not Santana…
Quinn was getting worried now, as she turned round Rachel was stood right in front of just centimeters away. "Boo" Rachel said smiling
Quinn visibly jumped "Jesus Christ Rachel" she screamed loudly
Rachel laughed throatily, "hmm, who knew Quinn Fabray was so easily scared"
"Can you blame me, the messages you were sending weren't exactly nice"
"we all have a dark side Quinn, can you handle mine" Rachel said with a smirk.
Quinn raised her eyebrow "Pffft mines worse Rach!"
Rachel smiled "I like the thought of that"
Just then Santana leaned out the window, "Fabray, we're done get your ass back here.. it's damn creepy round here" Quinn spun round to face Santana's direction, "coming"
Quinn started to turn and talk to Rach "Do you need a lift" but she realized Rachel had gone again. Quinn smiled to herself before walking back to her car. She got in and drove the two girls home before going home to bed herself.