So, for anyone who is still reading (which I hope someone is) I just wanted to say, sorry for the delay...and I think this story is just about over...anyway...
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Quinn woke up the next morning on the floor in the living room, Santana hadn't gotten off of her until she was too tired to stay awake while sitting on the blonde, so during the night after Quinn fell asleep the Latina got up and slept on the couch. However, every time Quinn woke up (which happened to be around five times) Santana would be awake at the exact right time to stop Quinn from going either up the stairs to her room, or the second couch in the living room.
So, Quinn woke up on the floor, and to say she was not happy was a bit of an understatement. She was actually quite angry, her back had already been kind of messed up from the pregnancy before, and laying on the floor didn't seem to make it any better.
She sat upright and craned her neck (which was now in pain) toward her friend...Santana was still fast asleep in her position.
So, the blonde took that as the chance to escape. She quickly stood up and started walking toward the kitchen; only to be stopped by an arm. She looked down at the darker arm and then glanced at its owner who was now sitting on the couch. "Where do you think you're going?" The brown-eyed girl asked.
Quinn glared at her, "how do you do that?" She demanded. "It's bad enough that I was tackled three times last night, all I want right now is some coffee, so please, move your arm."
Santana stood up from the couch and gave Quinn a once-over, "you look awful Fabray." She commented before she pushed past the other girl and made her way into the kitchen.
"Gee, how kindly of you to notice." Quinn muttered as she followed her friend into the kitchen.
Santana was sitting at the island when the blonde walked into the kitchen fully. She looked at her friend and Santana smiled, "get me a cup too, will ya!" She winked at the glare Quinn had shot her.
However, Quinn didn't argue, instead she walked over to the coffee pot and filled the two cups she had gotten from the counter. "Here," She said as she handed one of the cups to the other girl. "Drink up, I'm pretty sure the meeting will be a morning one."
Santana glanced at her from behind her cup, "what makes you so sure?"
Quinn shrugged, "I just have a feeling."
"Oh, a feeling," Santana mocked, "and we both know that Fabray feelings are always right."
"Shut it Lopez, and just drink your coffee!" Quinn slightly-shouted, before sipping her own caffeine.
Sam woke up about an hour after Quinn (not that he knew when she woke up) which was about seven thirty. He got up and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Once he had finished he got dressed in light blue jeans and a blue t-shirt with some kind of pattern on it in black. He sighed as he combed through his hair.
Staring at himself in the mirror he smiled, "this is it." He told himself, "it's time to really bring the moves out on Quinn." He nodded, "whatever it takes...you're gonna make her yours again soon." He smirked again, "yeah, you sexy man." He winked at the mirror, "she totally loves you." He said before lifting his shirt and patting his abs, "you and you're sexy abs." He nodded before dropping his shirt and making his way out of the bathroom.
"Going somewhere?" His mother asked from her bed, her voice was soft and a little raspy, she must have just woken up.
He nodded, "yeah, I-uh, I got a band meeting...it's important."
She gave him a soft smile, "okay, don't be out all day...and I'll see you later."
Sam smiled back at his mom, "of course mom, I'll see you too. Bye." He said before grabbing Quinn's ipod and putting on shoes. Then he grabbed his hotel room card key, and his cellphone and made his way out of the hotel room.
Meeting up at The Lima Bean, in 10 minutes, don't be late
-Sam
The ringtone of his cell rang too loudly for him to ignore, and he read the message at once. "I don't remember putting the volume so high," He muttered before rubbing his left ear.
"What was that!" Kurt yelled after the door swung open. His hair was a mess, and he looked extremely tired as he wore striped pajamas, he had his old golf club in his hands.
Finn shrugged, "my phone."
Kurt glared at him, "your phone!" After Finn nodded the gay boy sighed, "you have your phone on a ring tone that sounds like broken glass."
Finn nodded, "I though it sounded cool!" He smiled at his step-brother before getting out of his bed and pulling on a pair of jeans that he found on the floor.
Kurt eyed him warily, "where are you going?" He asked after a moment.
Finn looked up as he scratched his head and looked around the floor for a shirt, "uh, we have a band meeting in ten minutes."
"A band meeting!" Kurt answered excitedly, "can I go?" He asked.
Finn shook his head, "I don't think so, it's for members only." He picked up a red McKinley High t-shirt that was inside out and slipped it on.
"You're not taking a shower first." Kurt complained.
Finn looked up at him, "I have ten minutes to get there...probably eight now, and I don't really have enough time to take one at the moment...I will when I get home."
Kurt only nodded.
Finn sighed as he slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed his phone and car keys, "what do you want?" He asked.
Kurt shrugged, "is Rachel going?"
Finn nodded, "yeah, I have to pick her up."
"Then why can't I go...I though it was members only?"
"Fine, you can go if you want." The taller boy shook his head, "just get ready fast."
"What about Blaine? Can he go?" Kurt asked excitedly.
Finn shook his head, "this isn't a date, and I don't have time to pick Blaine up."
Kurt nodded, "right, of course...we'll meet you there!"
Finn sighed, "fine." Then he pushed his way past the other boy and started walking down the hall. Only to turn around and walk back into his room, "I forgot my wallet," he said to the other boy ask he grabbed his wallet from his dresser.
"What's this doing in the trash?" Kurt asked; holding up the shattered picture of Finn and Quinn.
Finn shrugged, "I threw it away, because I don't want it anymore."
Kurt nodded, "why not, it's a cute picture." He smiled at it adoringly.
The tall boy rolled his eyes, "then you take it."
Kurt smiled, "fine I think I will...Quinn looks rather beautiful in it don't you think?"
Finn shook his head, "no, I'm over her."
"That doesn't mean you don't still love her."
"I'm with Rachel now."
"Therefore you love her more...yet, you still love Quinn...you can't deny that."
Finn shook his head, "I have to go." He pushed past Kurt again, as the smaller one looked back too the picture.
Meeting up at The Lima Bean, in 10 minutes, don't be late.
-Sam
Puck had read the message about three minutes ago, right before he stepped into the shower. Now he was currently putting a belt on over his pair of dark blue jeans. He then grabbed a white t-shirt from his dresser and slipped it on over his head before walking back down the stairs to his living room.
"You ready to go?" He asked Lauren; who had fallen asleep on the couch last night by accident (no really she did) and stayed over.
"Yeah, let's get this over with." She shot him a bored glance.
Puck shook his head, "hey, I'm excited...so don't be dissing my band-ness."
The big girl just rolled her eyes as she and her boyfriend made their way to Puck's truck. "So how long is this going to take?" Lauren asked as she stared out into the open road.
Puck shrugged, "I don't know...it's a meeting." He nodded, "it may take a while."
He heard the girl sigh from the passenger seat, "maybe I shouldn't have come."
"Hey," Puck shot her a glance when they reached a stop sign, "don't be like that...I'll buy you some chocolate, and some coffee while we're there."
Lauren's eyes brightened, "how much."
"However much you want babe." He winked at her.
"Awesome." She smiled wickedly, "you're in for a lot of buying." She muttered.
Pucks eyes widened as he tried to remember whether he had grabbed his money or not.
Everything is going great in Hawaii...so great in fact, that I almost forgot to text you at all...did you know that Hawaiian pineapple tastes just the same as Ohio pineapple? I didn't know that. Artie had to explain it to me about three times, sometimes I just don't get things...but you know that, huh? People in Hawaii are really pretty, I'm sure you'd have the greatest time here...I have to go, we're about to have dinner...bye!
-Britt
Quinn finished reading the text on the phone that Santana had shoved in her hands. She would be telling a lie if she had said she didn't want to punch Artie right now. I mean yeah, she liked the boy and all, he was nice. However, he knew that Santana would want Brittany to text her or call her when the plane landed to let her know she got there safely, and the son-of-a-bitch let her forget.
The blonde gave a cautious glance at Santana, "are you okay?" She asked.
Santana nodded, "oh, yeah I'm fine...you know, except for the fact that my best friend forgot about me."
Quinn smiled softly, "I'm sorry San, what can I do to make you forget about it?"
Santana shrugged, "you could let me hit you." She suggested. She wasn't being completely serious, however, cause she thought she'd probably feel pretty bad about hitting Quinn.
The blonde however stood up, "on the arm though." She said making her way to the other girl, "just the arm." She nodded to her upper arm then looked at Santana, "free shot."
The raven-haired girl just chuckled, "oh, Q...you know I couldn't hit you...at least not when you expect it coming."
Quinn laughed, "come on, Santana, let me do something." She just felt so bad for the other girl.
Santana nodded, "alright, you know what will make me forget?"
Quinn shook her head, "what?" She asked softly.
Santana stood up also, "let's get to that meeting of yours."
Quinn nodded, "okay."
Rachel ran out of her house as quickly as she could and then hopped into the passenger side of Finn's truck, "are we late?" She asked while she buckled her seatbelt.
Finn shook his head, "not quite, we still have about another thirty seconds to get there." he nodded, "so we will be."
Rachel sighed (she had never been late for anything...and this wasn't even one of her things to be late for), "If you drive fast we can still make it in time." She suggested.
Finn looked at her, it seemed as though all her anger from the day before had vanished, "or we could get a ticket."
"There's nothing wrong with a ticket." The short girl answered.
Finn shrugged, "except that you have to pay money for it...and I don't have that much money...hell, I only have like eight dollars, and that's to pay for our coffee."
Rachel nodded, "okay, then drive slow."
"I am." Finn muttered as he drove forward.
"No, no, no...Fabray you're doing it wrong." Santana's voice rang through Sam's ears. He was listening to the second recording on Quinn's ipod as he waited for the others to arrive.
"How could I possibly be doing it wrong Santana, there's only one way to do it...and it's the way that I'm doing it now." Quinn snapped back at her.
"Guy's fighting never solves anything." Brittany's voice piped in.
"Shut up Brittany this is serious business." Santana scolded, it was odd to hear her snap at Brittany like that. "Now here Quinn, give me the ball."
Quinn sighed, "I'm not giving you the ball Santana, not until it's your turn...I'm also not doing it wrong...you can't do it wrong!"
Brittany chuckled.
"Stop laughing B, this isn't funny!" Quinn shot out.
"Yes, it is...she's laughing at how pathetic you look." Santana snickered as Sam heard a swish of something a little ways away.
"I do not look pathetic Santana, I'm not doing it wrong." The hazel-eyed girl complained.
Santana just let out a groan, "yes, you are...here just do it like me." There was a silent pause and Sam waited until he heard a swoosh sound. He nodded, "made it." He smiled to himself.
"See, that's how you shoot a basketball...mine went in." He heard the Latina gloat.
"Mine went in too!" Quinn scoffed, before muttering, "the first time."
"Guys can we go eat now...I'm starving?" Brittany asked.
"Yeah, Britt, sure." Quinn answered quietly.
Sam heard a basketball being bounced before another swoosh happened, "Oh yeah, and I beat you twenty-three to four!" Santana hollered out excitedly.
Quinn laughed, "yeah, well maybe you should transfer from the Cheerios onto the girls basketball team...maybe then you'll be a little more of a contribution."
Sam's mouth dropped open, and he heard Brittany laugh, "aw, San, you have to admit that was a good one."
Santana sighed, "Brittany, you don't even know what a contribution is."
"Well, no, but by the look on both yours and Quinn's faces...I kind of guessed that whatever she said was a pretty good slam, so ha!"
Sam heard Quinn laugh, "Wow, Britt way to rub it in." Sam then heard a sound of smacking hands together and guessed that Quinn and Brittany had just high-fived.
"It's a wonder why I'm even your friend." Santana muttered.
"Oh, San, you know you love us!" Quinn laughed.
"So Quinnie, how do you shut off the recording thing?" Brittany asked after a moment of silence.
"What!" Quinn and Santana answered together.
And that was the last thing Sam heard before the recording ended. He laughed as he took the headphones from his ears, and noticed that Finn and Rachel were coming into the Lima Bean followed by Puck and Lauren. However, Quinn wasn't with them.
So, I hope that it was good enough, and I'd appreciate any review you can give me, they're all nice, and thanks again for reading...if anyone still is.
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