Catch Me When I Fall
Summary:
Its senior year at McKinley and Quinn's back on top, but when a certain diva gets back with her ex-boyfriend, Quinn can't help but feel jealous, and not for who anyone would have expected.
Rachel Berry/ Quinn Fabray (Faberry) - Eventual
This chapter contains swearing so just a warning; if you are going to be offended, don't read it.
I do not own the characters, just the ideas surrounding them.
Chapter 11: Rachel's POV
Walking into McKinley the morning following the confrontation isn't how I expected it to be. I expected... Panic? Worry, maybe? But I should've known better. The students are just carrying on with their lives pretty much oblivious, minus the gossip and rumours that they so desperately hunger for. I decide to handle the most pressing issue on my mind first and thus head straight for Principle Figgins' office. After a brief wait I am sent inside.
"Ah, Good morning Miss Berry." Closing the door his strong accent fills the room. I take a moment to perfect what I had previously planned to question him with.
"Good Morning Principle. I am sure you have been informed of the situation regarding one Finn Hudson and I would like to know what punishment you have enforced as consequence." I choose not to sit to further emphasize the importance of the on-going conversation.
"Well, as you are aware, Miss Berry, I was not present at said 'situation' therefore can only offer one week's suspension. I also leave it up to you and Mr Schuster to determine what happens to his involvement with the glee club." His tone is uncompromising.
"Only a week!" I snap at him, but only marginally raising my voice. "He put Quinn in hospital, that's at least two weeks!" Keeping control of my temper, I take a few deeps breaths knowing that me shouting at the Principle will only make matters worse.
"I spoke to Mr Hudson this morning and he assures me that he did not intentionally hurt Miss Fabray and that he barely touched her. He claims that she tripped and fell when moving out of his way." Figgins is leaning forward in his chair now, probably to show his authority.
"That so not true. Finn purposefully pushed Quinn, he may not have meant to make her fall but he pushed her nonetheless. Surely that's a is form of physical bullying?" My voice is lowered again but the anger has not left it.
"And I am sure this is true, but without evidence I cannot just take one students word over the others." He leans back in his chair knowing there isn't anything else I can make a point over.
"Well, thank you for your time." My words are sharp and I perform the classic diva storm out to perfection.
The normal rush of students fills the corridors and I nearly didn't notice the pissed off Latina heading straight towards me. Santana doesn't slow as she approaches but rather, grabs my arm and drags me into an empty classroom.
"Okay manhands, you bests be tellin' me what the hell went down with that brainless oaf and Q, because I'm really not liking what I've been hearing at the lockers" Her hands are firmly planted on her hips and she is towering over me and forcing my back against the wall, trapping me until I tell her everything she wants to know.
"Well, as I am sure you have heard, Finn and I were arguing and Quinn came over to stand up for me but unfortunately Finn tried to move her out of the way, rather roughly, and she fell and hit her head. I stayed with her at the hospital overnight and will be off school for a week to get her body back to full strength as she lost a lot of blood." Santana's face pales when I mention blood, but she maintains her stature.
"Frakenteen put Q in hospital? Why the fuck didn't you tell me manhands?!" She's taken a step back and is shouting at me, full volume.
"I thought you two had bad blood between you since the fight?" The Latina's arms leave her hips but only to make frantic gestures as she speaks.
"That's just how we are! Look, this may be hard for you to understand, but Q and I have been best frenemies since pretty much forever. Quinn, Britt and I, the unholy trinity. We always have each other's backs. Q's my homegirl and right now I planning a way to get Finnept back for what he's done to her." Santana's voice has lowered but the look in her eyes makes me shiver. She's pissed at Finn. Really pissed.
"I'm sorry for not telling you... Look I'm going round to see Quinn after school; do you and Britt want to come with?" I try to ignore the little voice in the back of my head that is pretty much screaming at me for offering to be in close proximity with Santana.
"I'll come but Britt will have to stay behind and keep Coach Sue in control. She'll go ballistic without her top two cheerleaders." The Latina's voice has softened so much that I barely recognise it. I'm guessing it's just how she gets when she talk about Brittany.
"Okay then. I'll wait at the front entrance at the end of the day."
"Sure." I begin to leave the room before I hear Santana's voice from over my shoulder. "By the way Berry,-" I turn around to face her. "Thanks for staying with her; I'm glad she didn't have to wake up alone." She offers a small smile that I then return alongside a quiet "Anytime." in which I manage to keep the shock of Santana not calling me a cruel nick-name, thanking me and smiling to me, all in one sentence. I leave the room and finally head to my locker before anything else extraordinary can happen.
The rest of the day is pretty much uneventful, minus the various rumours that I decide to avoid by eating in the auditorium. Seriously the imagination of some of these students is remarkable.
Waiting just outside the front doors at McKinley facing the parking lot, I jump slightly when I suddenly hear Santana's voice over my shoulder.
"Ready to go Berry?" I quickly turn around; hand on my chest as if my heart was about to bound out of it.
"Jesus Santana, when did you get here?" I notice the smirk on her lips indicating that she had meant for this reaction.
"Just now, so you ready or not?" Her stone cold expression is back, complete opposite of the one that I had witnessed in the abandoned classroom earlier that day.
"Pretty much, I just have one question for you that's been bugging me all day. You've called me 'Berry' twice today, that too many times to be a coincidence, why have you stopped with the hurtful names? Not that I'm complaining, it's just very sudden." I try and keep the question casual but fail miserably.
"Well this is how I see it. You helped Q, and as a thank you I stop calling you that frankly hilarious names I made for you. Now can we go see the invalid?" She's beginning to look impatient so I decide to just let her lead the way.
The drive to the Fabray's is silent except for the quiet mumbling of the radio and the annoying scratching of the nail file Santana has relentlessly been using since we entered the car. While driving I realise that I hadn't even asked Quinn if it was okay to bring Santana along, I just hope they are okay.
Pulling into the driveway I feel the need to warn Santana that Quinn may be a tad surprised to see her. But she's already half way out the door when I finish my sentence.
"Q loves me, sure she may be surprised as hell when I walk in with you but I'm sure she'll get over it." I silently agree and head up the footpath to the front door in front of the Latina and ring the doorbell. A few moments later Judy opens the door.
"Hello Rachel, glad to see you again." Judy greets me with a smile and then opens the door fully, revealing the other brunette. "Santana, what a lovely surprise, long time no see."
"Hey Judy, yeah I heard what happened so I decided I best see if Quinn's okay." While she keeps her poker face, you can tell through her voice that she really cares about her fellow cheerleader.
"I hope you don't mind my inviting of her?" I question Judy out of politeness but I can already see by her facial expression that she is pleased that Santana is here.
"Not at all. Come in ladies, Quinn should be awake but she's still in bed so who knows." Judy points us towards the staircase indicating for us to go up, and we do me first, followed by Santana.
Quinn's POV
Surprisingly enough, being stuck in bed all day is incredibly boring. I could do cartwheels when I finally hear multiple footsteps coming up the stairs because it means schools over and Rachel has actually come to see me.
I nearly fall out of my bed in shock when I see Santana follow Rachel into my room.
"Right, my medication must be too strong because I'm pretty sure Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez both just entered my room... together." I sit up against my headboard and I catch Santana rolling her eyes as Rachel comes to sit on the side of my bed and placing her hand on my arm.
"Not at all Q, I'm here in all my fine ass glory." She moves over to stand next to my bed.
"How are you feeling today?" Rachel is looking at me with large, caring, chocolate eyes that make me melt.
"My headache isn't as bad today; I'm just really tired still." I feel Rachel's thumb start to rub my arm, leaving goose bumps in its tracks.
"Just stay in bed and promise me you'll be better soon. I just thought I'd let you know that Finn has been suspended for a week-" I hear Santana scoff in disapproval and Rachel just rolls her eyes, making me smile, before continuing. "- and his placement in the glee club is up to us and Mr Schue." She lets go of my arm to stroke my cheek briefly before standing. "I'll go help Judy downstairs with food and leave you two to catch up, I'll come say goodbye before I go." And with that she sends me and Santana. to my surprise, a smile before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
"Okay what was that?" Santana's voice is accusing and worries me that she's caught on.
"Don't play dumb Fabray. Why're you letting Berry get all touchy feely with you?" Her words don't hold much malice behind them, for a change, she genuinely just sounds interested.
I try and divert the conversation. "Since when did you call Rachel 'Berry'?"
"It's a thank you for her looking after you at the hospital, now back to the more important matter at hand, do you have a thing for Berry?" She sits down on my bed and looks me dead in the eye.
"I... Uhh." Good job Fabray. She's definitely going to believe that argument.
"Dios mio, Quinn are you gay?" Her voice has softened and has become caring. I feel tears start to burn behind my eyes.
"I-I don't know..." She grabs my hand and keeps eye-contact.
"But you have feelings for Rachel?" The first tear falls and the rest follow uncontrollably.
"I-I think so... Oh my god, Santana I have feelings for Rachel." I finally break down and Santana just holds me and lets me cry on her shoulder. After a few minutes of crying I'm finally able to talk again and raise my head off Santana's shoulder, but she keeps her hand on my shoulder.
"Who else knows?" She uses her free hand to wipe the drying tears from my eyes and the action just makes fresh ones form.
"I haven't told anyone, t-this is the first time I've said it out loud." Before I know it I'm being pulled into another embrace as more tears fall. Composing myself for the second time I feel a lot better and Santana doesn't feel the need to keep her hand on my shoulder.
"Well, Q, we have two options here. One: You do what I did and just hide away and be scared of what other people are going to think until your girl goes off and meets some guy..." Santana's eyes wander around the room as she obviously thinks about how lucky she is that Brittany came back to her.
"What the other option?" I ask curiously. Santana's eyes snap back to my own and she has a confident smirk on her face as she speaks.
"Option two, my personal favourite... We get you your girl."
A/N
Hey my lovely readers, sorry it's been so long. :P
Not sure when the next update will be as I am muy busy this week. (Feeling Spanish today for no reason whatsoever) :L
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