Chapter 3: The Confrontation
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I apologize for taking my time on this one. I couldn't seem to get it right. Anyways, hope you like it. :) FABERRY! (And Tina and Mike aren't going out; just remember that for later on in this chapter)
I was dreading lunch. As I ran away from Santana (correction: I didn't run away like a coward, I fast-walked), I headed to my next class, Physics. Damn me, why did I have to be so smart? Sigh. I knew I'd get there early, but I'd rather be there in awkward silence with my teacher than have Santana threatening to go all Lima Heights on my ass. I entered the room, and sure enough, I was the only one there except for a lady I assumed to be the substitute. I took my seat, and started thinking. Even if my regular teacher had been there, I doubt I would've paid attention. My mind is way too crazy without adding in a physics lesson with information that would probably never benefit me in life.
The bell rang and the other students rushed in, trying to avoid being tardy. As the substitute droned on about her expectations, I immersed myself in my thoughts. Ok, first, I really need to talk to Santana. I have no idea what is going on between her and Rachel, but I need to put a stop to it. I have waited for three freakin' years. I have watched Rachel date those douche bags and always go back to Finn. I am not going to let someone else take her away. It's our last year together; who knows what will happen in the future? I have to at least tell her how I feel. Maybe she'll feel the same; if she doesn't, I'll just have to change her mind. Like she told me that time we texted, you can probably get them to fall for you. I have to believe that. And she told me I was beautiful and cute. That has to mean something.
I was startled when I heard the bell ring so quickly, bringing me out of my thoughts. So fourth period was over, and now it's time for lunch. I picked up my bag and walked out the door. I walked quickly to the lunchroom doors and peeked inside, looking for Santana. I didn't see her. But I did see a small brunette, who also saw me and smiled at me. I smiled back, feeling the butterflies awaken inside my stomach and flutter around, all hyped up. I turned back around and surveyed the growing crowd approaching the cafeteria. I found Santana a few feet away, alone. She didn't look surprised, so she must have realized that I was waiting to talk to her. I motioned for her to follow me, then entered the nearest classroom after checking that it was empty. I sat on one of the desks closest to the door. Santana walked in a few seconds later, closed the door and leaned on it before nodding to me, "Fabray."
"Satan," I responded with a nod of my own. I studied her blank face, searching for any emotion, but of course not finding any. "Are you just gonna stare at me like an idiot or do you have something to tell me?" Might as well get to the point. "Ok, Santana, you need to leave Rachel alone. She's mine," I said seriously, lowering my voice and glaring at Santana, trying to seem as threatening as possible. But she seemed unfazed, even laughing at me. I arched my eyebrow, daring her to continue laughing. "Really, Q? I know you've had a crush on Berry since forever," how did she know that? I wasn't that obvious, was I? "Yeah, you're that obvious. Last year I gave you time to make a move, do something, but you didn't. And unlike you, I won't stand around. I like Berry, and I'm pretty sure she likes me, because let's face it, not only am I super hot and can sing, but I haven't been fighting with her over that stupid giant." I winced, remembering what a bitch I used to be to Rachel, especially over Finn.
"Well, I've apologized and we're okay now." She smirked. "Yeah, but you're friends. She probably only thinks of you as a friend, but me... well let's just say that she's proven to me how much she really likes me." My jaw dropped. She had to be lying. "So not only are you a bitch, you're a liar too," I replied through gritted teeth. I looked down, unpleasant images of Santana and Rachel together flooding my mind. "You can say whatever you want, Quinn. You know I always get my way." She walked towards me, smirk still in place. I stood up, furious, and leaned towards her. "Not this time, Satan. I don't care what you say, I will get Rachel to be with me." She smiled slyly, as if she expected me to say that. "We'll see then, won't we, Tubbers?" I stomped away, fighting the urge to go back and beat her up. "And don't call me that," I yelled over my shoulder, not looking back.
I honestly didn't know what to think. I stomped my way to the empty bathroom, and sat on the cold tiled floor, calming myself down and reassuring myself that I still had a chance...
I had to perform my song with Tina after school in the auditorium. I still was upset, but I tried to get over it. I arrived in the auditorium and went backstage to get ready. Tina was already there, readying herself. For this performance, we were really going all out, even dressing like Madonna. As I put on my makeup and put my hair up, I tried to calm myself by taking deep breaths. Just do the performance, you can worry about everything later. Right now, I need to do my best, if not for me, then for Tina (she really wanted to win). I finished getting ready before Tina, so I took those extra few seconds to peek past the curtain. I saw Mr. Schue and everyone else had taken their seats and were talking as they waited. I searched for Rachel, but when I found her, I groaned. Sitting beside her was, you guessed it, Santana. I looked back at Rachel and couldn't help but notice how excited she looked to see me sing. That little fact just brightened my day and made me feel so much better.
"Quinn, you ready?" Tina asked. "Huh? Oh yeah. Let's do this!" We high-fived and hugged, feeling pumped and ready, and in my case, much happier. Especially because seeing Rachel so excited made me remember how excited I was to perform.
We stood on the center of the stage, a few feet away from each other. The curtain rose as the music started.
(Quinn, Tina, Both)
Come on girls, do you believe in love?
Cause I got something to say about it
And it goes something like this
Our dance routine was based off of some of Madonna's various dances. Not only did we put in so much effort, we also had a lot of fun doing it. We had this competition in the bag.
Don't go for second best baby
Put your love to the test
You know, you know, you've got to
Make him express
How he feels and maybe then
You'll know your love is real
My gaze alternated between Tina, Rachel and the other gleeks. But I mostly looked at Rachel. I could tell she never took her eyes off me, so I felt pretty awesome.
You don't need diamond rings
Or eighteen karat gold
Fancy cars that
Go very fast you know
They never last, no, no
What you need is a big strong hand to
Lift you to your higher ground
Make you feel like a queen on a throne make him
Love you till you can't come down
As I started my part of the chorus, I pointed to Rachel, trying to get the message across.
Don't go for second best baby
Put your love to the test
You know, you know, you've got to
Make him express
How he feels and maybe then
You'll know your love is real
Rachel's forehead crinkled, confused. She looked absolutely adorable
Long stem roses are the way to your heart But he needs to start with your head Satin sheets are very romantic
What happens when you're not in bed
You deserve the best in life so if the
Time isn't right then move on
Second best is never enough you'll do
Much better baby on your own
Don't go for second best baby
Put your love to the test
You know, you know, you've got to
Make him express
How he feels and maybe then
You'll know your love is real
Express yourself
You've got to make him
Express himself
Hey, hey, hey, hey
So if you want it right now
Make him show you how
Express what he's got
Oh baby ready or not
And when you're gone
He might regret it
Think about the love he once had
Try to carry on
But he just won't get it
He'll be back on his knees so please
I really was having fun with Tina. My bad mood was already gone. And I loved having all of Rachel's attention.
Don't go for second best
Baby, Put your love to the test
You know, you know, you've got to
Make him express how he feels
And maybe then you'll know your love is real
Express yourself
So if you want it right now
Make him show you how
Express yourself.
Tina and I struck a pose, a very Madonna-divaish pose. We stayed there, until we heard the standing ovation. I grabbed Tina's hand and held it up with mine while we bowed, smiling. I glanced towards Rachel and saw her eyes narrowed. I realized I was still holding Tina's hand. Hmmm... As the applause continued, I had an idea. I leaned over and pulled Tina into a tight hug. "Great job, Tina. You were amazing," I whispered into her ear, smiling. "Thanks. You were great too," she whispered back. We hugged for a few more seconds, and I saw Rachel's jealous expression in the corner of my eyes. I also saw Santana smirking, which was not a good thing. We pulled back and, still holding hands, walked down the stage steps and towards our friends. We were hugged and praised for our amazing performance. I didn't notice all the attention as I searched for a certain brunette. I finally found her as she pushed her way towards me. She smiled brightly and hugged me again.
"Quinn, you were exceptional." I looked down shyly. Her compliments made me feel so special. "Thanks." Mr. Schue clapped his hands. "Great job Quinn and Tina. I think that's enough for today. You guys are dismissed. Have a great day and I'll see you all tomorrow." I turned to Rachel. "Wanna walk together?" She nodded, smile still in place. Santana, a few feet behind Rachel, made a face at me, but left, probably to Cheerios practice. As we made our way outside, Rachel stared at me, in a weird way. "Yeah?" She shook her head. "Nothing. It's just... you and Tina?" I laughed, unable to stop for several minutes. I didn't think she'd jump to that conclusion. I just wanted to see if she'd be jealous. As I caught my breath, I looked at her again, only to find her slightly mad. "What?" She huffed, irritated that I'd laughed at her. "No, its nothing. Anyways, what were you saying?"
"I said, you and Tina?" she repeated, trying to say it as casually as possible.
"Yeah what about us?" I wanted to know exactly what she meant. "Are you... together?" I thought about it. What should I say? Would I seem more desirable to her if I said yes? "I don't know." It seemed like a safe enough answer. "Oh," she sounded like she was still trying to process what I'd said. "Yeah. What about you and Santana?" She stiffened. "What about us?"
"Is there anything going on between you two?" I tried to act casual, uncaring.
"Ummm... I don't know."
"Huh."
"Ok, bye Quinn," she said, taking off towards her car. That was weird. Ok, obviously there's something she's not telling me. But Santana had lied to me, right? There's no way Rachel is interested in Santana...
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