Of course, DECIDING you were going to London was one thing. Actually GETTING to London was something else.
Quinn had eventually worked her way around this by planning the train route online, using some of her Christmas Present money to buy her ticket, and begging Santana to inform the school office that she was "off sick" for the day.
Santana had laughed when Quinn asked her the first time.
"Seriously? Miss I'm-So-Perfect asking me to help her skive?"
"It's not skiving, San-"
"And what, to go on some stupid march with a bunch of hippies and communists and...and, like, crazy people and stuff?"
"You're so funny. In case i forget to say it later...lol."
"I'm serious, Quinn! Don't you KNOW what kind of people go on those marches?"
"Um...people who CARE about their futures? People who are too honest to get jobs in politics? Students?"
"Freaks, Quinn! Seriously! Lesbians and communists, and people who don't want to work, and just expect the goverment to pay for their education!"
"Ok, now you're sounding like your Dad..."
"He's right, though."
"San, he AND the goverment ALL went to University for FREE! Why is it the second we ask for what they had, we get called lazy?"
"Things were different then!"
Quinn paused, feeling an argument too big to take back in the air.
"San...I'm sorry. But it's true. I don't expect to go to University for free, ok? I just want to make sure we get charged amounts that EVERYONE can afford. And no one can afford £9000."
"You know, most marchers don't even understand what they're marching about, you know-"
"How do you mean?"
"Come on, you know we don't even pay back the loan until we're earning, right?"
"Meanwhile, it's gathering plenty of interest in the bank..."
"It's no big deal. Everyone would know that if they just took a second to think, you know."
"Maybe you don't think £27000 of debt is a lot, but I do. And so do all the other students."
"Like who? Who here REALLY cares, apart from you? I mean, who's even going with you?"
"No one." It was funny how the sting didn't fade, even when you said it quietly.
"Then why-"
"Because, in other places, people DO care." Quinn swung her school bag over her shoulder and stood up from the picnic table resolutely. " And I think i need to find out those people..."
Santana stared after her, as Quinn walked across the field and into school, and Brittany looked up from Santanas phone, where she had taken a break from an intense sexting session with an unaware Puck, who was under the impression he was talking to Santana.
"San, where's Quinn going?"
Santana shrugged. "I think she thinks she's going to change the world or something..."
"Will she?"
Santana bit back a disloyal "NO!", and settled on shrugging again.
"Who knows, Brit?"
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