Sorry, I haven't posted in ages, I've had too many things on, if you're reading this, thanks for sticking with me!
Santana's twelfth birthday was on Thursday and she still hadn't handed her invites out, she had three days! She had been at home, with pneumonia though she told everyone she got mono. There were only a few invitations, the usual, Britt, Finn, Quin and Puck. She just liked it that way, they were her friends and the only ones she wanted coming to her party. Not that annoying chick Rachel, who thought she knew everything, or quiet Tina, who hadn't done an oral presentation in two years, or the flamboyant Kurt, who wore nail polish, she swore he was gay, she had an awesome gaydar. She had thought about inviting Mercedes, the African- American girl in their class, who was always pretty happy, and never missed a chance to sing. But then Santana realised she was a total diva and there was only room for one diva at this party (i.e.: her!) and decided not.
As the group were in their first year of junior high, the homework was tremendous, especially for Britt and Finn, they had defective brain cells. But Quinn, Santana and Puck were coping perfectly fine, despite the fact Puck occasionally fell asleep during class, though, he assured them, it was only in the boring bits, the interesting bits he heard. Quinn doubted this; things had been a little tentative between them since the kiss; sure they talked but it was small chit chat, not actual conversations. She missed him; he and Santana had been on and off for a year now and it was starting to piss her off. She knew that he didn't have feelings for her, or she hoped he didn't.
"Quinn, Quinn, QUINN!" yelled Santana. "Stop daydreaming, Finn is looking for you."
Quinn had been interrupted in the middle of a very nice daydream , looking sharply at Santana before realizing what she said.
"Oh, thanks San!" Quinn said, running off. She knew Finn liked her, so sure, he was cute, but Puck was something different entirely; there was something unknown about him that enticed her. Was Finn going to ask her out, there was a disco at the end of the week, and the day after was Santana's birthday, so she and Britt were sleeping over. She couldn't say yes if she didn't have any real feelings for him could she?
"So Quinn, I was wondering," muttered a nervous Finn. "Would, you, y'know, wanna come to the disco with me?"
This is part one part two will be uploaded sometime next week.