A/N: Here's chapter 2 :) I figured I'd go ahead and whip something up. It's another short one, but a teeny bit longer than the first.. Thank you all who reviewed, they mean lots, and thank you guys for alerting/favoriting, cause that's awesome too.

I still don't own glee. -_-

The wind, blowing and whirling around me, crinkles the piece of neatly folded paper in my hands containing over-sized color pencil drawings in a multitude of colors. Brittany stands in front of me, not so patiently waiting for my response to her pictured instructions that include ways for me to both approach Quinn and to talk her into getting our sweet lady kisses on. Hip cocked against the side of my car, I blink up at Brittany, not sure whether to blush and slide the paper in my pocket, or blush and hand it back, denying ever having the conversation we had last night at her house after school. Her proud smile has me doing the former, I am too whipped when it comes to Britt, the thought of hurting her feelings, well, it's scary, and simply not an option. She smiles when I slip it safely away in my messenger bag.

"So you'll follow it? Those were the three places Q would be now that she is with the skanks." She informs me, thrilled, her blue-gray eyes sparkling in the sun light.

And seriously, who the fuck could say no to that? One look into those eyes, and anyone would drop everything right then and there to do what she wanted.

"I'll take another look at it free period." I mumble as she loops her arm through mine, and then we're headed for another boring day of educational learning.

When we make it inside, my first instinct is to look for pink hair, and I do just that, searching the crowd while trying not to appear as if I am actually searching. Quinn is nowhere in sight, and though I try to fight the feeling of disappointment, my heart drops anyway. After yesterday, I may or may not have been looking forward to seeing her again today. Whatever, it's still early; I have plenty of time to run into her, so there is no need to break down just because I haven't seen her yet. Brittany links our pinkies together, letting me know that she senses my mood shift, and I crack an appreciative smile her way.

Two periods go by until I have a free, I still have not seen Quinn nor heard from her, and the fact that I haven't really has me in a pissy mood. Entering the most unused restroom, I pull the paper from one of the many zippers on my bag, and then with a small sigh, unfold it. Step one; find Quinn. Then there is a picture of me in the bathroom, I am staring at Quinn, who is standing at the sinks layering on make-up. Apparently, I am supposed to check the restrooms first, because the skanks wear heavy make-up and like to hassle other students in here.

How Brittany knows this information after one day I have no damn clue.

I do not plan on checking every single one in this place, besides, she might be in class or something, and all that time spent chasing her would just be ridiculous. If only she hadn't changed her number or gotten a new cell phone, because I would totes be texting the bitch instead of going through all this fucking trouble just to find her.

Right, like this is really hard for you, Santana. You want the girl, and you know that you would do anything to get her.

I huff and direct my eyes to the next picture, which is me lingering in the lunch room doorway, and I spot Q tucked away in a corner, her wild, scribbly pink hair standing out against doodoo browns, too dark blacks, and dull yellows. This one because Quinn loves to eat. After stepping out on the cheerios, Q not only started eating everything in sight, but kept up her figure as well.

A total badass if you ask me. If she were still on the squad, Sue would not stand for it, so that is what makes it so hot. I love it when Quinn virtually says 'Fuck You' and does shit her way.

Q wouldn't be there at this time though; I'll have to wait until lunch. Boo. More waiting. I'm growing tired of it. Santana Lopez is not a patient girl.

I wants my woman now.

Another huff, and then I am out the door, feet striding to my locker to get my math book for next period.

A firm yet soft form melds into me as soon as I shut my locker door, making my heart jump and body freeze, then a cold nose is grazing the shell of my ear. I instantly know that it's Quinn, who else, other than Brittany, would be brave enough to press their body so intimately against the infamous Santana Lopez? The smell of thick cigarette smoke attacks my nostrils, and in turn, has me frowning. So not only has her clothes and attitude drastically changed, she's also a smoker now? What. The. Hell, Quinn? But, damn, she feels so fucking good right now, and her breath smells like spearmint gum, not a wet ashtray. Quinn has kissing breath. Well, at least that is my impression anyway, because I'm sure as hell thinking of turning in her arms and kissing her right here in the damn hallway.

I wish that I had the guts to.

"Hi." The simple greeting is whispered into my ear, but the reaction it causes inside of me is anything but simple.

Can I turn now? Fuck, I want to. I feel like I need to see her, but she has me trapped, and the only way for me to rotate would cause her to shift back, and fuck that. She needs to stay. Her breasts, squished along my upper back need to stay, the hand creeping at the edge of my cheerios skirt needs to stay, and her warming nose, still at my ear, needs to stay too.

Don't move, don't move, don't move.

"What the hell, Quinn?" The words so easily slip past my tongue, but I mentally glare at myself for sounding so harsh.

Good one, San, act like the bitch you are so that she gets the wrong signal.

"Every finish has a starting line, so be ready, because this is just my warm up." She breathes the words out in the crook of my neck, and her lips, briefly cruising the skin there, has chill bumps spiking the baby hairs along my body. With a raspy chuckle, her hips press snuggly against my ass as her nails scrape across the top of my thigh, right under my skirt, before she is pushing herself off and away from me.

Jaws clenched, I stand there, not able to do much else - Anything - because Quinn just… Fuck. Is it April fools day? Because it sure as hell feels like it, that or I am in one hell of an intense, frustrating dream.

On the other hand, maybe I am the one who needs the saving. Saved from Quinn Fabray.

Nope, fuck that.

It's not much of a finish with only one person at the starting line, so watch out Quinn Fabray, because your ass is mine.