Exhale
It don't do me any good. It's just a waste of time. What use is it to you. What's on my mind
Scarlett doesn't mind the attention her new hair do is catching. She doesn't give a fuck about the whispers. She just really doesn't give a fuck anymore.
"Hold it!" She's stopped in her path by a baby blue Adidas tracksuit. She groans, looking up to see Sue Sylvester's jaw set, pointing at the Principal's office.
She doesn't question the woman, knowing that she's better off to just do what she says. So she walks into the office and slouches down in the seat.
"Ms. Fabray." Principal Figgin's greets her warily. Something she's grown accustom to over her time at McKinley.
"Uh why am I-"
"Silence!" Sue demands. Scarlett looks at the woman as if she's crazy. Wonders just how Quinn puts up with the woman. "You will speak when spoken to." Scarlett holds in a laugh.
"Do you see this?" Scarlett flinches away, when Sue touches her hair.
"What the hell?" She looks to Figgin's for an explanation.
"Yes, Sue. I see. But frankly there is nothing I can do about it. Russell Fabray is an asset to this school and if I suspend one of his daughters, I could lose all three, including his donations and your head cheerleader!" Figgin's explains.
Scarlett curls her lips into a smug smile. She stands up, cocking her head at Coach Sylvester and turns on her combat heel, strutting out of the office.
Santana Lopez is on her way into the office when Scarlett's shoulder hits hers.
"Bitch." Is mumbled on both sides.
…
When Charlie gets home that afternoon, she informs her mother that she's invited a friend over.
"Sorry, who dear?" Judy asks, stirring her glass.
"Rachel, Mom. Rachel Berry." Charlie explains.
Judy places her glass down, "Is that the daughter of the homosexuals?"
Charlie frowns at her mother in disbelief. Shaking it off. "Yeah, her Dad's are gay. Is that a problem?"
"Just make sure you don't mention her last name to your Father." Judy tells her.
Scarlet over hears the comment in the kitchen. "Wouldn't he actually have to be home for it to be mentioned to him?"
Charlie looks at her sister, trying to figure out where Scarlett's grudge is coming from. Judy tries her best to ignore her eldest daughter's comment.
…
Rachel arrives shortly after. She greets Judy and earns herself a hello. Charlie is quick to get Rachel into her room and away from her crazy family.
When Quinn arrives home with Santana and Brittany in tow, she passes Charlie's room, only to stop when she hears laughing coming from the other side of the door.
Scarlett is transferring her belongings into her new room in the guests house. She stops. Box in hand when she sees the unholy trinity standing in the hall way.
"What are you doing?" She asks Quinn.
"What are you doing?" Quinn demands, eyeing up the box.
"Moving into the guest room." Scarlett smirks, loving the way Quinn's face turns with horror.
"What! Daddy promised me the guest house!" Quinn stomps her foot.
"Turns out Daddy breaks his promises." Scarlett pushes past the three of them, stone eyes locking with the Latina on her way past. "Oh and your friend from glee club is here? Rachel is it?" Scarlett flicks her brows with pleasure, knowing just how to tick her sister off even more. Smiling to herself at the growl of frustration that Quinn lets out.
…
"I can't believe that freak is in my house!" Quinn paces back and forth in front of her friends. Seriously? what was her sister thinking!
"And that your sister is friends with her." Santana chimes in. Quinn stops, glaring at Santana. "Just saying." Santana rolls her eyes.
Brittany is silent for the most part, neither girl noticing the sadness in her eyes.
"Anyway. I should probably go home." Santana stands, waiting for Brittany to follow. "You coming Britt Britt?"
Brittany looks up, "Yeah. See ya Quinn."
"Later." Santana throws over her shoulder.
Brittany follows Santana out of the room. "Shit, I have to pee real quick." The Latina disappears into the bathroom. Brittany waits at the top of the stairs. Confused at the lack of laughter that's supposed to be coming from Charlie's room.
"Uh hey." Charlie greets on her way up the stairs, two drinks in her hands.
"Hi." Brittany pouts.
Charlie doesn't understand it. Brittany's always so cheerful. "Are you okay?" She asks tentatively.
"Why are you friends with Rachel?" Brittany asks, something Charlie wasn't expecting.
"I like Rachel. She's actually pretty cool." Charlie explains. When Brittany drops her head, without responding, Charlie decides to ask, "Are you okay with that?" She doesn't even know why she's asking. She barely speaks to Brittany. Ever since they started high school, Brittany has just been Quinn's friend.
"I want to be your friend too." it's barely audible, and Charlie's not even sure she heard correctly.
"You-you do?"
Brittany nods. "But I'm afraid Quinn will get mad."
Charlie hates the fact that Quinn is so overbearing. She decides to go out on a limb, "How about if I text you? Quinn wouldn't have to know?" Usually she'd find this sort of thing childish. But not when it comes to Brittany.
"I'd like that." Brittany smiles. The sound of the bathroom door opening pulls the two girls from the conversation. Santana rolls her eyes at the sight, making her way past Brittany and Charlie. Brittany reads her body language, knowing she should follow suit. She doesn't say a word. Just smiles. And that's enough for Charlie.
Meanwhile, Rachel Berry finds herself in a situation when the bedroom door opens and in walks the sister she least expected.
"Don't think you can go around telling people you were at my house, got it, hobbit?" Quinn scowls, hands on hips.
"Well, I would tell people I was at Charlotte's house, if anyone were to ask about my whereabouts at this particular time." Rachel manages to get out, sitting further back.
Charlie enters, frowning at the sight of Quinn. "Uh..."
"You really know how to annoy me, don't you?" Quinn scowls at her sister.
"It's practically what I live for nowadays." Charlie dead pans as Quinn storms past her, scowling at both girls on her way out. "Sorry about that, I didn't actually think she'd come in here."
"No need to worry, your sister isn't as scary as she makes out to be. Scarlett however gives me the heebies." Rachel accepts the glass of water Charlie hands her.
"The what now?"
"You know, the heebies? She somewhat frightens me, puts me on edge if you will." Rachel explains.
"Scar? Nah, she's really nice, in a Scarlett kind of way." Charlie defends. Because she knows her sister. She wasn't always the badass she makes out to be.
"It must be fun. Being a triplet." Rachel suggests. "What amazes me though, is that even though the three of you are completely identical. You are so completely different. It's fascinating!" Rachel admires, looking over the things in Charlie's room.
"Please don't tell me you came over here to fascinate over my sisters and I." Charlie laughs, turning on her television.
"No...of course not." Rachel hopes that she comes off honest. Let's out the nervous sigh when Charlie takes no notice.
"Cool. So, you wanna play some COD?" The blonde asks, holding up the controller.
"Is that a reference to the fish?" Rachel asks, fearful of the controller that Charlie hands her.
Charlie lifts a brow, sitting herself down next to Rachel, letting a laugh slip.
…
After moving everything from her old room into her new room, Scarlett takes a break, sitting outside her new sanctuary, lighting up a much needed cigarette. It's a few moments later that she catches Quinn sneaking out the back door.
Quinn screws her nose up at the disgusting smell. "That's going to kill you." She comments.
"You mean if you don't first?" Scarlett smirks. Quinn rolls her eyes. "Where are you sneaking off to?"
"I'm going to see Finn." Quinn states in a as a matter of fact fashion. "He's waiting down the road."
"You mean to tell me you actually care about him?" Scarlett mocks.
"Screw you." Quinn scoffs.
"And that would be incest." Scarlett pushes her sisters buttons.
"You're disgusting." Quinn walks away, leaving Scarlett pleased with her daily routine of pissing off her sister.
"And your panties are stuck way too far up your ass. Have fun." Scarlett flicks her butt over the neighbours fence, turning her back on her disgusted sister.
...
Charlie's in bed when her phone vibrates next to her. She figures it's just Mike texting her a quote from a movie. They tend to have conversations in quotes. But to her surprise, it's an unknown number.
I've had your number for a while. I stole it off Quinn's phone. Britt :)
Charlie reads the text over and over. Gushing over the fact that she signed it with just Britt. A nickname. Not Brittany. Britt. Is it a sign that she can call her Britt? She knows she shouldn't be this excited. But it's Brittany. And she really likes Brittany. She's liked Brittany ever since they were little and Brittany taught her how to do a cart wheel. Something she learnt before Quinn did. Inside she knows that she likes Brittany much more than she should. But she can't help it. She gushes over all these facts, until another message comes through.
I hope I stole the write number. :/
Charlie laughs off the spelling mistake, quickly typing back.
It's the right number :) Hi :)
She sends it, before regretting the double smileys.
Yay! Hello :)
Charlie can't help the ridiculous smile on her face. She rolls onto her side, her face lighting up from the screen.
What are you doing?
B: Texting you. What are you doing? :)
C: Lying in bed. Also texting you. :)
B: Are you going to Matt's Party tomorrow?:)
C: Mike wants to go, so i'll probably go with him. Will you be there? :)
B: Definitely! I'll see you then :) goodnight Charlie xo
Charlie is pretty sure that's the end of her.
C: See you then. Night Britt.. xo
Charlie doesn't know what to think. All she knows is that she'll be having some sweet dreams tonight.
…
Saturday Night:
Quinn has never had the trouble in the area of parties. Every excuse is that she's staying at Brittany's house. Which, technically she's not lying, because they always end up at Brittany's after. Brittany's mother is usually high half of the time, one of those hippie sorts, apparently her Father is a doctor, healer as he likes to call it.
So when Quinn packs her bag and heads out to Brittany's, she finds Santana already parked in her SUV outside of Brittany's house just around the corner. She jumps into the car and begins to pull on her outfit for the party.
"Uh what are you doing?" Santana questions, suddenly uncomfortable. Even though it's only Quinn.
"Getting changed. You don't have to look." They always get changed in front of each other. All three of them. But lately, Santana has found herself even more intrigued by the female form, escpecially a form that resembles a lot of Quinn's.
"Whatever." She distracts herself, honking the horn again.
Brittany comes out, grabs Santana's keys and takes them to her mother, waiting at the door.
"We're walking this time." Brittany informs.
Santana merely rolls her eyes, jumping out to meet the two blondes on the footpath. Thankfully Matt's house is only a block away, because Santana doesn't know if she can cut it too far in the heels she's wearing.
…
Charlie is never one for parties. But Mike is one of Matt's friends from football, so of course he's going. And Brittany will be there too. And Brittany wanted to know if Charlie was going to be there. That was definitely a first.
She heads down the stairs, finding only her mother in the living area, sipping on a glass of who knows what. It's incredibly depressing, and for a second Charlie contemplates going out. She doesn't know if she can leave her mother home alone in such a state. But a certain blonde pops back into her head, and she decides to do it. Because for once, she's doing something for herself.
"Hey Mom, I'm going out for a bit." She rushes towards the door.
"Have fun dear." Charlie waits. But that's it. She doesn't even face Charlie, seeing what she's wearing. A pair of skinny jeans and a white singlet that hangs loosely on her, with a beanie. She sighs when all she gets is a pathetic wave that her mother throws from behind her.
She shuts the door, puts on her cardigan, jumps into her car and heads for Mike Chang's house.
…
Scarlett doesn't like the usual scene. But there's going to be alcohol. And Puck's bound to have some dope that she can steal and considering the fact that she actually wants to get out of her house. She decides to go to Matt's party. She heads out of her room, straight into the cold, that she doesn't mind in her black attire. She lights of a cigarette for the walk.
…
Like every party, Santana, Brittany and Quinn enter the scene with eyes all turned to them. Quinn loves the attention. Whether it's good or bad. She spots Finn with a couple of his mates and instantly tears his eyes away from them. He meets her halfway, greeting her with a kiss.
"Hey baby." He smiles.
Santana rolls her eyes from behind Quinn, while Brittany is in search mode.
"Hi. Could you get me a drink?" She asks.
"Of course. You guys want anything?" He asks, knowing that with Quinn comes Santana and Brittany.
"No thank you." Brittany replies, still in search for something that has Santana wondering what's got the girl occupied.
"Vodka. Anything with Vodka." Santana doesn't bother with manners.
"Right. I'll be right back." He quickly pecks Quinn on the cheek, heading in search of the drinks.
After a few minutes of scanning through bodies, Brittany's eyes light up, seeing Charlie, shoulders slouched, pushing through the back door behind Mike Chang. She stops her search, bouncing on her feet with excitement.
Santana follows her line of direction, frowing at Brittany's excitement. But before she gets a word in, Finn has returned. He hands Santana her drink, without a thank you. And tries his best to put his free arm around Quinn's waist.
"I'll be back soon." Brittany informs, leaving before anyone can get a word in.
"Where is she going?" Quinn asks.
Santana thinks she knows, "Who knows." but, she wouldn't hurt Brittany, even if it does somewhat hurt her to see Brittany excited about seeing Charlie Fabray, of all people.
Finn tries his best to put his arm around Quinn, but he knows that every time he gets too close, the blonde pulls away. She's uneasy. She's always uneasy. And frankly, Finn doesn't know how much more he can take. But it's Quinn Fabray. The girl of every boys dreams.
Santana stands next to them, wishing like crazy that she had someone else to talk to, because standing next to Barbie and Frankenteen isn't exactly how she'd like to spend her night.
She spots a shade of Pink hair at the back of the kitchen. Rolling her eyes at herself for even contemplating the idea. But the pink hair disappears.
"I'm gonna go look for Puck." Santana doesn't bother waiting for anybody's approval, pushing through to the crowd, making her way to the back door. She sees Puck taking shots off some girl, rolling her eyes. She grabs the first bottle of whatever she can find on the bench and heads out into the cold.
Sure enough, that pink hair is sitting out on the back lawn, in a cloud of cigarettes.
She downs as much as her throat can handle, before the burn forces her to choke a little.
"Easy." Scarlett stifles a laugh at the Latina.
Great, just fucking great.
Santana starts a little sway, even though she's not drunk. But she can't seem sober if she's going to go through with this.
"Screw you." Santana scowls, taking a seat next to the eldest Fabray.
"Uh, are you lost?" Scarlett asks, because since when did Santana Lopez want to be seen next Scarlett Fabray.
"This party is so lame."
"You've got that right."
"Can I have one of those?"
"Isn't that against Sue Sylvester's law or something?"
"Just shut up and give me one."
Usually Scarlett would have something to say to the fiery Latina, but this, this is all too weird for her. So she pulls one out, handing it over to the cheerleader. She offers a lighter, watching as the Latina puffs on the stick like a natural. Scarlett thinks it might just be the sexiest thing she's seen in a long time. But this is Santana Lopez. The biggest bitch next to Quinn.
"Someone's been practising. Does Quinn know where you are?" Scarlett cocks a brow, stealing the bottle of whiskey Santana holds.
"Do you think I'd be here if she did?" Santana fires back. For once, Scarlett is impressed.
They sit in silence, puffing away on their cigarettes, listening to the sounds of party goers and thumping music.
"Where's your side kick?" Scarlett wonders. Realizing that the other blonde who usually attaches herself to Santana's hip is missing.
Santana throws back another mouthful, wincing at the burn. "Apparently she's with your sister." She shrugs.
Scarlett gives Santana a questioning look. "The nerdy one." Santana emphasizes.
"Charlie?"
"Apparently." Santana rolls her eyes.
Well that's new.
….
"I'm glad you came!" Brittany shouts over the music.
"Me too!' Charlie shouts back, trying her best to avoid the stares heading their way from the sober people who actually take notice.
"Do you want to dance?" Brittany shouts.
Charlie laughs nervously, "I can't dance!"
Brittany looks shocked, "Everybody can dance, come on!" She grabs Charlie's hand, sending shivers up the youngest Fabray's arm. She's holding her hand. Holding Brittany Pierce's hand.
…
Quinn stands on her own, waiting for Finn to return with her second drink, having to send him away for a while. She doesn't mind standing on her own. This way people fear her.
"Hello Quinn."
Or maybe they don't.
She scowls at the voice, is she serious?
"Why are you talking to me?" She scolds, hoping that nobody notices that she's even talking to the dwarf. In fact she hopes Santana doesn't see her. When thinking about it, Santana has been gone a while? And so has Brittany.
"Would you rather stand by yourself? I noticed that neither Brittany nor Santana were in your presence." Rachel notes, standing awkwardly with her cup of juice.
"And what's it to you!"
God, Rachel Berry had some nerve.
"Well, if Brittany can dance with Charlotte-"
"She's what!" Quinn scans the room like a hawk, eyes widening at the sight of Brittany dancing with her sister.
"Isn't it sort of nice to see that they can break the rules of cliques in high school?" Rachel admirers.
He cheerleader scoffs with amusement, "And what? You thought you could just waltz up to me and defy the rules as well? I hate to break it to you Man-Hands – no wait, I don't. You're beneath me." Quinn scolds, leaving a broken feeling Rachel standing in the wake of her harsh words.
Quinn breathes out her anger, grabbing the first person she sees.
"It's about time." Puck grins, grinding his hips.
"For crying out loud!' She shoves him away, making her way outside for some fresh air.
…
"Hey Rachel..." Finn finds the brunette, where he was sure he left his girlfriend. "Uh, have you seen Quinn?" He doesn't even notice her tears, or the way she wipes at her nose after every sniffle.
"She went that way." She mumbles, leaving the dumbfounded giant as she pushes her way through the crowd. How could she be so stupid? Of course Quinnn Fabray was going to shut her down. What was she thinking?
…
The back yard is empty, apart from a couple making out by a tree. Where the fuck was Santana? Quinn sits down on the steps, wishing that at least one of her friends would come and find her. She hated being left with her thoughts. Hated being alone without an audience. She needed the mask. She had to wear that bitchy mask of hers. No one could see the real Quinn Fabray.
…
This shouldn't be happening. She shouldn't be kissing Santana Lopez. Santana fucking cheerleading, sister's best friend, Lopez. But fuck it. She is. And she's pushing her through her bedroom door, both desperate to rid each other of their clothes. She doesn't even remember at this point how they got here.
But there's an empty bottle of whiskey somewhere, and Santana's lips taste like strawberry.
How is this even possible?
She shoves the Latina onto the bed. It's rough, and with the way Santana's eyes scream at her, she's begging for it. So Scarlett leaves her conscience at the door. Straddling the Latina and raking her hands all over her body.
…
Charlie is sure she could watch Brittany dance all day, every day, for the rest of her life. Fuck grades. Fuck her parents. Fuck living up to anybody's standards. Brittany Pierce was dancing with her. She noticed Mike and Tina watching them, and smiled shyly when Mike gave her a thumbs up. Did he know? Of course he didn't. At least she hoped he didn't. Gosh, she didn't even know how she truly felt. All she knew was that being with Brittany had to be the best feeling she's ever felt.
"Where's Santana?" She dares to ask. Because where there was Brittany, there was usually always Santana.
"I don't know!" Brittany yelled back, bouncing back and forth to the music.
In fact, where was Quinn? "What about Quinn?" Usually she wouldn't care. But this, dancing with Brittany, seemed to good to be true. Surely one of the unholy trinity, as Scarlett liked to call them, would turn up and tear Brittany away from her. Surely.
But neither Quinn, nor Santana were in sight.
"Should we go look for them or something?" Charlie wonders. Wishing her brain would just shut up and enjoy the moment.
Brittany shrugs, grabbing Charlie's hand. Brittany is much more stronger than Charlie. So she holds onto the Cheerleader's hand as Brittany pushes through the crowd. Plus Brittany is taller, and has a much better view.
"Quinn! Santana!" She calls.
Why did I suggest this? Charlie wonders, loving the way her hand fits into Brittany's.
They hit the back porch, finding Quinn on the step. "There you are!" Brittany bounces with excitement. Charlie notices the beat down look on Quinn's face and instantly snatches her hand out of Brittany's.
Brittany looks at her confused.
"Having fun then?" Quinn asks, voice sounding all too cold.
"Lots! Where's Santana?" Brittany wonders, not even noticing the glare on Quinn's face.
Quinn shrugs, "Apparently she was with Puck."
"But Puck was inside?" Brittany's confusion stirs.
Charlie finds it all too odd.
…
"God, there! Right there! Oh my GOD!" Santana pants, riding herself against Scarlett's digits.
Scarlett wishes she'd stop fucking using the word God!
"Me voy a venir!" Santana screams, nails digging into Scarlett's bare back. And that just may be the sexiest thing she's ever heard. In fact she never knew Santana could speak Spanish. Never really cared. But, Santana could curse all the words under the sun in Spanish, and Scarlett would find herself even more turned on.
Their fighting for their breath, snatching each other's lips with their own. And it's when Scarlett is dragging her teeth along Santana's bottom lip, that's when she has the Latina moaning with release, right into her mouth.
She doesn't let her ride it for too long, before she's pumping at her again, and the Latina shudders over and over. She grabs at the pink haired girls shoulders, pushing her slightly, easing her down.
"That was- I've never- ¡Dios mío " Santana breathes, holding the sheet up over her body as Scarlett rolls next to her, chest heaving with exhaustion.
How did that just happen?
They lay in silence. Neither knowing what to say. Sure, Santana and Brittany have fooled around with each other. But nothing compared to that. Brittany is just a friend, who she lets explore her body. But this, this was Scarlett Fabray. Her best friends identical sister. Scarlett Fabray, who she was sure she secretly hated. But that hair, and her attitude. Everything about her turned Santana on. She was like the female version of Puck. Puck never did it for her. Because, well, he wasn't what she was into. She was into this.
Scarlett on the other hand, figured she had just made a giant mistake. Fucking her sisters friend. Not that she cared what Quinn thought. But hello, Santana Lopez didn't exactly run with her type. Santana Lopez was second in charge of the idiots that bowed down to the Unholy Trinity.
But before Scarlett can contemplate anything more, Santana is on her lips within seconds, hungrily asking for access.
Fuck it.
She was horny, and Santana was going to give her what she wanted.
…
Quinn decides she just wants to go home. So Charlie drives, offering to drop Brittany off on the way. She wishes that Quinn had sat in the back. But of course she called the front seat. Charlie tries her best to be subtle, stealing glances of Brittany smiling at her in the review mirror.
But her house is too close, and the goodbye is all to brief. Damn Quinn.
"Thanks Charlie. Bye Quinn." She waves.
"Later Britts." Quinn replies. Charlie wishes she could use that nickname.
"Goodnight." She waves, smile still lingering on her face.
Quinn notices Santana's car still parked outside Brittany's house. She dials the Latina's number for the fifth time, receiving nothing.
"Fucking Santana!" She curses, throwing her phone in her purse.
Charlie also wonders where Santana is. In fact she wonders where their other sister is, she was sure she heard Scarlett say that she was going to a party?
…
Scarlett tries her best not to wake the sleeping girl in her bed. She needs a cigarette after all of that, and for some reason she just can't let herself fall asleep next to Santana. It's all too weird.
So she throws on the first clothing she can find and steps out into the cold.
Santana rolls in the sheets, pulling them further over her body, watching the spark of light through the small gap in the window.
What was she thinking? She was thinking with her vagina, that's what. Quinn was going to kill her. And what about Brittany?
Shit.