Chapter Seven
Quinn's PV
"No! I didn't mean that! I am not in love with her!" shit! There is no way that I was going to be able to get out of it now. You and your fucking big mouth Quinn. Kurt doesn't buy it. He just looks at me and smiles.
"Quinn, it's ok. Santana, as annoying as she can be, is a really gorgeous girl. A person would be crazy to not want her."
"But she just got back with Brittany, and I know that there is no chance in hell that I would ever get with her, those two are made for each other." I look at the ground as tears start to well in my eyes; Kurt grabs my chin and tilts my head so that I'm looking at him directly in the eyes.
"Quinn, you are wow, stunning, and amazing. You have the kindest spirit and have the most amazing personality, you are just gorgeous. If there is anyone that has a chance with Santana it would have to be you." I smile at him and laugh.
"You really think so?"
"I know so, but you need to stop wallowing, you need to show her what she's missing out on, make her jealous, and we all know how Santana gets when she is jealous." I laugh because everyone knows how Santana gets when she is jealous.
"What if she doesn't get jealous though? What if she really doesn't like me?" his smile falls and he looks at me sadly, then smiles. Q, there is no way she doesn't like you, look now, look at the way she's eyeing us. I look over and Santana is totally glaring at Kurt, I laugh loudly and wrap Kurt in a huge hug. She scowls at him and I think that this will be easier than I first thought.
Santana's PV
What could they possibly be talking about for so long. Q looks happy and they both keep looking at me and laughing, something weird is going on. Before I can think about it any longer Britt tightens her grip on my hand, I look toward her and she looks like she is going to be sick, I look in her direction and my grip on her hand tightens. Sam. Not only Sam, but Sam and all the New Directions boys. All wearing matching tuxes and humming, oh god he is going to try and win B back with a song.
Isn't she lovely Isn't she wonderful
Isn't she precious Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely made from love
He grabs her hands and kneels in front of her. Looking deep into her eyes.
Isn't she pretty
truly the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy
Brittany looks sick as all the boys sing to her.
We have been heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done
through us he's given life to one
But isn't she lovely made from love
isn't she lovely
Life and love are the same
Life is Aisha
The meaning of her name
Londie, it could have not been done
without you who conceived the one
that's so very lovely made from love
Sam leans in to kiss Brittany but her reflexes are too quick, before he even knows it, she's pulled her hand back and slapped him right across the face. He looks at her whilst holding his cheek.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"
"Be real Sam, you know exactly what that was for. You know I am with Santana and yet you try to pull this shit."
"Come on Britt. I love you, I can offer you so much more than she ever could, I can give you so much more than she ever could, the dyke."
"Wow Trouty, I'm really hurt. Calling me a dyke, really? That is the best you have? I am from LIMA HEIGHTS ADJACENT. I was RAISED on insults. Calling me a dyke isn't going to make me lose any sleep at night. You know why, cause I got this to fall asleep with." I grab Britt's hand and she cuddles into my side. "She's all mine, Sam, and there is nothing that you can do about it."
He starts to walk closer to me. Menacingly, what is he going to do. We are in a public place, he isn't going to hit a girl… again.
"What are you going to do Sam? Hit me again? Cause this time no one will hold me back. No one will stop me from going all Lima Heights on your ass."
"HE HIT YOU?" Britt looks distressed and so upset with herself. Almost as if she is to blame for all of this happening. "HOW DARE YOU"
"I didn't mean to, she provoked me, she started the fight I wasn't to blame for my actions if she is the one that brought them upon herself. I had no control of my anger at that stage.
"You ALWAYS have a choice when it comes to hitting someone. Not only did you hit a girl, but you hit my GIRLFRIEND. I thought we were friends Sam. No one in the New Directions would have done that to me." He starts to look upset with himself.
"Brittany, please, I love you so much. I can't be without you, not being able to wake up next to you is killing me."
"She's mine now Sam, step. Off." That creepy little smile of his returns as he starts to stalk his way towards me again.
"You aren't going to be back in Lima forever Santana. You just moved to New York to live your dreams. You aren't going to leave now that you have just found your people., and when you leave her again, who is going to be there to pick up the pieces like last time. Me."
"Year's almost over Sam. Only three months left. In three months Britt will be living with me and she will have forgotten all about you." His face drops. Got him. "So before you embarrass yourself any more than you already have I think you should take your busted creeper ass out of this restaurant. Before I show you some Lima Heights hospitality." And with that, he leaves with one last longing look.
I have to go back to New York, I know the same thing is on Brittany's mind because she looks at me with the same sad smile. Things are going to be different this time. No training, I will have all the time in the world for her.
Quinn's PV
Wow, seeing Santana all protective was really hot, but like Kurt said. I couldn't let her know that I was falling for her. I had to make it look like what happened between us meant nothing to me, and that I had pretty much forgotten about it. that was going to be quite a hard task since the sex that San and I had was basically all I thought about. Sam had made a fair point. S is going back to New York. And even though I don't live in New York, one Rachael Berry and I have train tickets so that we can see each other whenever we wanted. This is brilliant.
Kurt keeps talking to me all night and then he has a brilliant idea that will totally work with Santana.
"Hey, why don't we all go out clubbing?"
"As fun as that sounds Q, we are under the age of 21." Trust Santana to be the downer.
"Please Satan when has that EVER stopped you? I seem to remember a couple of nights ago you using a fake I.D to score wine at the wedding reception." She looks at me and I realize that I may have said something wrong.
"Ok, Emily where are you thinking of going?" she raises her eyebrow and looks at me as if she is expecting something.
"Hmmm, how about.. Los Antos."
She looks totally surprised that I would even suggest that place. Los Antos was the first place that San and I went together when we first got our fake ID's.
"if you think that you would be able to handle that then why not." She looks at me with a look that says so many things. I can't quite depict what those things are.
It only took about 20 minutes for us to all arrive at the club and start drinking and dancing whatever troubles we had away. Within the first 5 minutes of being there a few guys had come over and asked me to dance, the third guy to ask was the perfect one to make Santana jealous so I started to dance with him. We started off innocent but as the songs went on it seemed as though we got closer and closer, to the point where I was grinding into him and I could tell just how much he was enjoying this. I looked over and saw that San and Brittany were dancing only a few people away from us and the look in San's eyes would be able to kill. I saw her saw something to Brittany and walk over to the bar. I didn't think too much of it and kept dancing with my guy. I was grinding into his crotch then dropping to the floor and bringing myself back up again, never losing contact with his body. He started to kiss my neck and grab my ass. He was pressed so close to me that my phone was squished into my leg so I felt It vibrate. I ignored it at first but after about, 6 buzzes I thought that I may as well glance at it. What I saw made the smile on my face grow.
New Messages: Santana Lopez (6)
I opened the first message and laughed. They got more and more intense.
Quinn, meet me in the toilets.
Quinn..
Q don't ignore me.
I know that you can feel your phone
Damn it Quinn just meet me at the toilets
Stop grinding against that guy, we need to have a fucking talk.
I tell the guy that I needed to go to the bathroom and that I would be back soon. He looked understanding and watched as I slowly made my way through the crowd to the toilets to go and have a talk with San. This plan was working perfectly. It wouldn't be too much longer before she was all mine. I stepped into the toilets and heard the door click, signalling that it had been locked. Before I knew it I was spun around and lips were crashing themselves onto mine. I smiled to myself knowing that my plan had actually worked, I kissed back and got a brilliant idea. I pushed San away and wiped my mouth.
"Santana we shouldn't be doing this." She looked at me shocked. "I was dancing with a friend and you come in here and kiss me."
"Q, I know what your doing, and as much as I hate to admit, it actually worked." She walks back over to me and starts to unbutton my shirt. "I want you. I want to feel your walls tightening around my fingers." She started to suck on my neck, and as much as I hated to. I pushed her away and did my shirt back up.
"You have a girlfriend." And with that. I walked out the door leaving a more than stunned Santana behind me.