So I feel like I have to start developing the whole back-story for Santana without Rachel at first. Don't worry this is a Pezberry story, just don't freak out if there are other pairings first. Anyway here ya go. Enjoy.
"So where'd you send that little muskrat?" I asked looking up at Quinn from where I was laying on my couch. Quinn threw my legs off the couch effectively swinging me around into a seated position but also getting herself a seat which she gladly took.
"She lives in Lima, she was supposed to be going to her first doctor's appointment alone, but she got on the wrong bus and that's how she ended up here. She's not so bad." Quinn said shrugging in her nonchalant way like she always does. I rolled my eyes and turned off my small TV. I was bored out of my mind, and I didn't want to spend my Saturday night hauled up here with Quinn. We should be out doing something somewhere. Anywhere for Christ's sake. It was only eleven, which meant that I had seven hours until my mom came home from her night shift job. Which meant that I had the night to do whatever the hell I wanted, and I was going to do just that. I stood up and walked into my room. "Where are you going?" Quinn asked once I came back out wearing my leather jacket and black dark martens that only made me look like even more of a badass than I already was.
"We're going out, come on." I urged her. She still looked unsure. "It's one night; your mom can take care of Abby-."
"What about Brittany?" Quinn asked referring to her sister that was just about ten months younger than her. It was strange that we didn't chill with Brittany as much. I think it was because that girl lived in her own little world, her own little happy world, and Quinn and I just couldn't think like that. Sometimes I wish I still had hope like Brittany, but most of that had gone when I started really seeing things.
"She can come with, go get her I'll meet you downstairs." I offered and Quinn nodded. We left my apartment together, but she had to run up the stairs to get to her apartment while I just ran down and waited outside. It was getting colder now, but I didn't mind. The only thing I minded was waiting for Quinn and Brittany outside alone. Sure I always carried a switchblade, but most people around here had guns. The door next to me swung open and Quinn and Brittany emerged. "Fina-fucking-ly, what took you two so long?" I asked. Brittany looked at Quinn who looked back at me. I noticed that Brittany was wearing her usually ridiculously stylish clothes, while Quinn just wore a flannel button up and jeans.
"Where are we going?" Brittany said her usual high pitched bubbly tone. I tried to ignore it, but Quinn laughing at my frustration only made it worse. I had to resist making a sarcastic comment about Brittany just so Quinn wouldn't get mad at me. I ran across the street barley looking both ways before I did and we all walked over to Puck's house. I debated knocking on the door but when I heard music blasting from the basement I just yanked open his front door and walked in. I never question Puck about why his parents seem to never be home mostly because I enjoy the parties he throws.
"Yo Puckster you never told me you were having a party." I yelled over the music once I managed to squeeze between a handful of drunken teens. Puck smiled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. He immediately went over to get me a drink, and I looked over at Quinn who was staring down any guy that looked at her sister the wrong way. "I got Quinn to bring her sister that deserves an award in itself." I told Puck as I gulped down a shot of vodka.
"Didn't think I'd ever see the day. Quinn protects that girl like she's the fucking Mona Lisa." Puck said laughing along with me. I leaned back against the table which held all the alcohol in the world and admired Brittany for a second. Her legs were pretty amazing, and she had this smile that literally brightened up the whole room. I guess Quinn did have a cute sister, but she really didn't have to know I thought that. Before I could even finish my thoughts about Brittany, Quinn waltzed up to me and gave me her best scold.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"I saw you staring at my sister, you'd better fucking not." She warned. I shrugged and took another shot. I didn't quite understand why she was so upset with me. She knew how much I liked to have fun, fun was my only escape and it was hers too. "Lopez I swear to God!" She snapped her fingers in front of my face to get my attention. I glared at her and crossed my arms over my chest.
"I'm not doing anything, I'm simply admiring your sister's dancing abilities. Chill your tits seriously, because I wouldn't have taken you both if I knew you were going to give me shit all night." That wasn't true and Quinn knew it once it left my lips. In reality, if Quinn wanted to stay home then I would've let her, and I would've stayed with her. We were best friends and nothing could change that.
"So where are we going after this. I've never known you and Puck to stay the whole night in one place." I grinned and so did Quinn even though I knew she didn't want to. She knew me too well, it was almost scary at this point. "You just can't resist staying out of trouble for one night, can you?" She asked as I stumbled over towards Puck.
"Neither can you." I taunted. I had to drag Puck away from a girl he was literally dry humping on the dance floor to get him to talk to us. "So what's the deal Puck-hole? Have you gone soft on us or what? Let's kick this gig and go down to the west end bridge." I offered. Puck looked across the room to a group of kids about to get into a fight, he shrugged and nodded, but then paused for a moment.
"What about baby Quinn?" He questioned referring to Brittany. Quinn frowned and responded before I could.
"She can come with us, I don't care." Quinn said nodding for her sister to come over. Brittany complied and stood by her older sister. I didn't know if this was such a good idea. Bringing Brittany would require us to literally babysit her, and I wasn't up for that. We were going to tag the bridge with signs of Lima Heights Adjacent kids just to show those guys to mind their own business. I knew Puck didn't mind leaving people in his house, but I didn't think he'd want to leave two certain kids there.
"What about tweedle Dee and tweedle Big-Mouth?" I questioned nodding over to Sam and Finn.
"Hey Sam and Hudson let's go, grab your shit Evans." Sam grabbed his bag and both boys followed us out of Pucks house and towards Sam's truck. I made Brittany sit up front with Sam as he was driving while the rest of us sat in the open back on buckets and sandbags. I didn't want Brittany seeing a squirrel and jumping out or something.
I reached in Sam's bag and pulled out some of the spray paint he had and looked for the colors I was going to use. It was a ritual, not because we were bad kids, but just because we were a product of this place. If you were pissed at someone you either killed them or marked their territory with something of yours. In our case, it was Adjacent tags that we used.
"You know the cops have been trolling the west end trying to find the people who jumped that kid and put him in the hospital. If we get caught we're screwed." Quinn rationalized.
"I'm the one who's gonna get fucked over if we get caught. I've got two strikes remember?" Puck said hanging his head over the edge of the truck. A car barley missed decapitating him but he still didn't move. I almost wished that car had hit him, something needed to be done about that animal that he calls hair on his head. "What are we doing this for anyway? Those guys didn't even do anything to that ritzy McKinley girl."
"This isn't about some chick I don't give a flying fuck about, this is about honor. Remember when that meant something? We can't let those guys believe they can walk all over us…shit doesn't go down like that." I explained to Puck. The problem was that shit did go down like that. Exactly like that, and there was where the problem was.
"We're here!" Sam yelled from the front seat, and Puck, Finn, and I jumped over the side of the car and landed on our feet, but when I looked up Quinn was still seated and looking down the street.
"Come on Q, let's go!" I yelled, she grabbed Sam's bag filled with the spray paint and tossed it over to me while she got out of the truck.
I grabbed a red spray can and everyone else except Finn and Brittany grabbed one too. Finn was the worst at tagging anything, and I assumed that Brittany didn't know how to spell so I ignored it. The bridge had been struck by lighting once and no it was not in use. At least that was the story; I just think the city didn't have enough money to keep up with it so they just let it rot. It was the symbol that you were entering the west end which is why we began tagging the bridge a few years ago.
We all had different signatures. Puck's was messy and he drew birds falling from the sky. Quinn's was artsy, to the point where I had no idea what was going on in her mind. Sam always drew a bull's face, I don't know what it meant but he said it had something to do with Picasso or something. Mine was simple, the anarchy sign with: SISOSIG under it. No one knew what it meant except me or anyone who listens to the Clash. It was the title of one of their songs, Should I Stay or Should I Go? It didn't matter what it meant, all that mattered is that the West Enders would know that someone from Lima Height Adjacent wrote it.
"What are you doing?" I almost jumped when I heard the voice behind me until I realized it was Brittany. The others were on the other side of the bridge, now just making random tags and joking around.
"Doesn't your sister ever tell you anything?" I asked her shaking my head in amusement. I didn't understand how she could grow up in the same house as Quinn but not know about any of the hardships. I studied the girl for a second before finishing up the last smudge of what I considered to be art. I stood, now facing the blond and she smiled at me without even answering my question.
"She tells me that I'm the bestest sister in the whole wide world, and that I'm pretty." Brittany replied and I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Quinn saying those things. The girl was hardcore sometimes, but she had a sweet side.
"Well you are pretty." I told her. I can't believe I never noticed how hot Quinn's sister was. I mean her legs literally went on for miles, and her smile was actually enchanting. I didn't really like asking for permission for anything, but with Brittany I felt like I needed to really look her in the eyes. Her gorgeous blues looked right back at me and she nodded a little before I pulled her in for a kiss. All I could think about was her watermelon lip-smackers and how Quinn was going to absolutely murder me if she found out. I wanted to deepen the kiss but when I heard the roar of a police siren I jumped back and grabbed Brittany's hand. We needed to get out of there, now.
"Come on, shit! Come on Hudson move it!" I pulled Brittany up in the truck and lifted Quinn up too. Sam started driving and Finn had to run to catch up and jump on, but we all made it. That was a close one, but all I could do was laugh.
"What's so funny?" Quinn asked nudging me in the side.
"The police." I said laughing. Puck stood up right in front of me while the truck was still moving, and I gave him a warning glance, but didn't stop laughing.
"Fuck the police!" Puck yelled as loud as he could. I grabbed him and pulled him down to a seated position.
"Yeah man…fuck them." I agreed.