Episode Six
Quinn P.O.V
It took me awhile to fine the dude's damn house but when I found it I parked the car and got out. The house looked like shit, not to mention the neighbor. A group of guys sat out their house, some were shirtless. "Look at that white girl, did you get lost baby?" One of the guys asked. I quickly ran to the door and knocked.
It took a couple of minutes until a tall, muscular, cute guy open the door. White mist of smelling burning weed escaped the house. "Are you Chris?" I asked, trying to ignore the smoke and how high he looked. "I don't know, are you Quinn?" I rolled my eyes at how retarded he looked. "Where Santana?" I kept my voice stern, my HBIC on high, letting him know I was dead serious and not joking around. "That's not a way-" I cut him off by pushing him out of the way. "Whooo, I didn't know white girls were feisty... I like it." I ignored how disgusting and horny he sounded. I walked over to the living, my eyes instantly falling upon the mocha skinned girl who was laying on the couch. Her legs stretched out on the couch and her face buried in her hands. I walked to her and knelt down so we can be on the same eye level.
"Santana?" I whisper, running my fingers through her dark locks. She stirred a bit and let out a groan before turning her head to the side to look at me. She looked so high, her eyes were red and low just like in class and the halls. "What you doing here?" She muttered, she looked exhausted and not because of the high she looked like she hasn't slept in days, I haven't noticed that before. "Doesn't matter, I have to take you home."
"No, I don't wanna go home, mom... Mom will kill me." Her eyes slowly dropped and closed. I kept running my fingers through her hair. "Santana I need you to stay awake okay? I'll take you to my place, my mom doesn't come home until midnight." She nodded her head and open her eyes. I helped her sit up slowly, knowing if we do it fast she'll probably get dizzy. Chris was on the floor rolling up a joint. "Here for the rode." He handed it to Santana. Santana went to grab it but quickly smacked her hand. "For the rode my ass, were leaving." Chris shrugged his shoulders and put it in his mouth. I lean over, placing my hands on her hips to help her to her feet. She mumble something but I couldn't grasp it. "What?" I asked, softly. "I wanted it." She said, her voice sounded so low and almost fragile. I knew she was referring to the joint Chris try to give her. "It's better if you don't." I replied, walking with her to the door. I quickly grabbed her back pack that was on the floor and put it over my shoulder before opening the door and walking out. "Santana! Leaving so soon!" The same guy that was trying to hit on me yelled over the fence. Santana chuckle and stumble back. "Yo she's wasted!" Another guy said, high fiving one of his friends. "Why don't you two sexy ladies hang out with us, we'll show you a better time." I rolled my eyes and stopped Santana from walking over to them. "You just don't stop." I said, coldly at her. I wanted to let her know how stupid she was being by wanting to get more fucked up then she already was. She didn't reply and instead followed me to my car. I open the passenger door and threw her back pack in the back before moving out of the way to let her get in. "Put your seat belt on." I said. She pouted and crossed her arms on her chest like a little kid. "No." She replied, keeping a straight face. "Santana, put your seat belt on."
"No."
"Santana."
"No."
"Stop acting like a little kid and do it."
"No."
After awhile I got annoyed and reached over, grabbing the seat belt. "What you doing?!" Santana exclaimed, trying to push me away from her but was too weak too so she failed miserably. "Since your gonna act like a kid and not listening then I'll do it." With a click I stood back up and closed the door, ignoring the small 'bitch' coming out of the Latina's mouth. I went around to the other side to get in the drivers seat. I turned on the car and drove off. This is going to be a long night.