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Quinn noticed the look Santana was sporting, she couldn't help but sigh, what the hell was that smirk about? "Do you want something?" She asked her friend.
Santana just shrugged as she looked between the two blondes, "no...nothing."
Quinn nodded, "then stop staring."
Santana sighed, "whatever, Fabray, I wasn't staring." She shook her head and grabbed a handful of fries. Actually it wasn't a handful it was more like four fries altogether. Apparently she had already eaten the rest of them. Damn! She thought as she reached across to Quinn and stole some of hers.
"What are you doing?" The blonde girl asked.
Santana shrugged, "I'm hungry and I gave Grouper Mouth my food...so I'm stealing yours."
Quinn let it go as she looked up at Sam, "did you get enough food?" She felt obligated to ask.
Sam nodded, "yeah...thanks."
"It's no problem."
"Yeah, Fabray's got money." It slipped out before she realized how bad it probably sounded too the boy.
"Santana!" Quinn gasped.
The Latina quickly turned to face the other person in the room, "dude, Sam, that's totally not what I meant. I was just being all you know, me and stuff. It slipped out, and it came out completely the wrong way!"
The boy just chuckled. "What?" Santana questioned.
Sam shrugged, "you called me Sam."
Quinn laughed and Santana turned to her, "and you're laughing because?"
"you did call him Sam." Quinn confirmed.
Santana rolled her eyes, "oh, my God." She turned back to Sam, "sorry Froggy Lips was that not your name?"
It was Sam's turn for the eye roll, "your apology is excepted, Santana."
"I never said sorry." She stated.
Quinn lightly smacked her arm, "San."
Santana shrugged, "it was implied." She stood up and walked over to the fridge and began digging for more food.
Sam looked over his shoulder, "well, it's good to know you're in a better mood then you were last night."
Santana scoffed at him, "hey, last night was none of your business...I took care of it." She grabbed the box of pizza that was on the bottom shelf, "and my mood was fine." She turned to Quinn, "Q, how old is this stuff?"
Quinn looked at the pizza box and tried to think of when she had ordered it, she didn't remember, "not very." She shrugged, It was only Santana (she was bound to do something to the blonde anyway, so why not Quinn make the first move).
Santana shrugged before sitting down to eat the pizza in the box; it was cheese, Quinn's favorite kind. It just so happened to be her favorite kind also, so it worked for the best. There were four slices left.
Quinn looked up at Sam, "so, why'd you stop by?"
Sam shrugged, "just wanted to give you you're ipod back."
Santana laughed, "liar, you brought your guitar...saying you wanted to finish talking about something you were talking with her about last night, or whatever."
Sam gave her 'the look,' She so was not helping.
Finn and Rachel were driving home, the boy kept shooting glances at her hoping she would initiate conversation...she was never this quiet for this long. The short diva never said a word. That made Finn worry, what was going on with her.
Rachel sighed loudly, she had to do it three more times before Finn pulled over to the side of the road and looked at her.
"What are you doing?" Her eyes were wide with worry.
Finn shrugged, "I'm stopping."
Rachel looked around with slight fear, "I carry pepper spray in my purse." She threatened.
Finn looked at her confused, "Rach, what the hell?...You didn't even bring your purse." Was she scared of him?
Rachel nodded in realization, she did in fact forget her purse, "take me home." She demanded.
The tall boy nodded, "yeah, I will...just tell me what's wrong first."
The short brunette shrugged, "I told you already, I'm fine. There is nothing wrong."
Finn shook his head, "I don't believe that."
"Well you might as well, because that's all you're going to get out of me."
"Is this about the band? Is this about Quinn?"
Rachel didn't answer, Finn shook his head in disbelief, "Rachel, I. Don't. Love. Quinn." What? Did he have to write it down and sign the document in order for her to believe it?
The girl looked at her boyfriend, "why are you assuming that, that is what this is about?"
Finn shrugged, "what, is it not?"
Rachel shook her head, "no, it is. Still, you can't always assume you're correct Finn. One day you may assume things and go off stating certain facts just to realize you're assumption was wrong. However by the time you realize your assumpion was wrong those facts would have already be stated, then, resulting in the conversation to erupt into a fight and end even more horribly than it had started in the first place. Things would be sworn, promises broken and maybe a relationship crashing. Assuming you know correctly always turns into the worst results, so therefore Finn you shouldn't assume things."
Rachel's little rant had kind of lost him, he heard kibbles and bits of it, however the rest kind of floated above his head. She just talked way too much, and way too fast for him to actually understand every word she said.
"Did you just break up with me?" He whispered.
Rachel looked at him wide eyed before shaking her head, "no, never."
This caused him to grin, at least he kind of understood what she had said, "cool."
Rachel nodded, "yeah, take me home now?"
Finn nodded, "of course."
Quinn looked at the table, "you did bring your guitar?"
Sam nodded, "yeah, about yesterday..."
Quinn looked back to him, "The game?"
Sam nodded, "uh, yeah...I wanna finish that."
The blonde girl shook her head, "I don't think now's the best time..."
"Sure it is Q, I mean duh, the boy's already here...don't make him leave now." Santana interuppted as she finished the second slice of pizza (it didn't taste to great, but she was hungry. Beside that fact, Quinn said it wasn't too old, so no harm right?) "Also, he did bring his guitar."
Sam smiled, "right...so we should finish up."
Quinn gave Santana a glare before lightly smiling at the other blonde, "how long is this gonna take?" She asked.
Sam shrugged, "just until I find a song you don't know."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "you won't...I know every song on that thing."
The boy nodded, "then it will last all day."
The blonde girl shrugged, "is this all you wanted...to eat our food and play a game?"
Sam slid off of the stool and walked over to his guitar, "I also need an answer."
Quinn was slightly confused, "for what?"
Sam smirked, "I asked you yesterday...if you wanted to join my band."
Quinn nodded in realization, "oh." She shook her head, "I didn't realize you were being serious."
"I'm always serious," Sam joked.
Santana shrugged before putting down the third piece of pizza, "wait Q, he asked you to join his band? Little Sammy's starting a band?"
Sam looked at Santana, "yes, I am. And yes, I asked her to join...will you Quinn?"
Quinn shook her head, "I don't think so."
That's not a good answer, Santana thought as she ate another bite of the pizza.
Sam shrugged, "how about this..." He paused until Quinn faced him and nodded for him to continue. He smirked again, "...I don't find a song that you don't know on this thing, you don't have to join." Quinn started to smile, that would be way too easy. Sam shrugged, "however, if I were to find a song on the ipod that you don't know, you have to join the band...and be happy about it."
Quinn considered it a moment before she nodded, "okay...deal."
Sam's smirk became a full blown smile, Quinn Fabray prepare for total domination!
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