Hello again. This chapter felt like I was writing the end of last chapter then starting a new one. Anyway in case we forgot I own nothing. On to the story! Enjoy!
Quinn POV
I strut down the hall with my HBIC face on knowing that someone, namely Santana, would have something to say if they saw me walking down the hall with a giant grin on my face.
When I get to our lockers they're already there, which can only mean one thing.
"You guys didn't take a detour, did you?" I ask.
"Nope, I decided to give you back your Berry time." Santana replies.
"She wanted to thank you for agreeing to let Dave off the hook." Brittany states.
"Whatever the reason was, it was more than enough of a gift seeing how hard you're trying not to smile."
"Sometimes I really don't like how well we can read each other."
She shrugs. "Just stick your head in your locker and let it all out so no one can see the giant grin, then we can get around to the part where I ask you what happened and tease you about it."
"Such a caring and thoughtful friend." I reply sarcastically.
"Yet you wouldn't want it any other way."
My phone vibrates catching my attention and I freely smile not giving a crap about what Santana has to say when I notice it's another message from Rachel.
"Rachel says Dave apologized."
"Aw he's such a good boy he did it the day after."
"Can we keep him?" Brittany asks.
"He's not a pet, Britt." I reply.
"But he is sort of like that stray cat you feed and try to take care of." She says.
"Yeah, but we can't keep him Britt." Santana says. "Okay?"
"Okay."
"So Q, I take it you got Tiny's number now."
"Will all of your nicknames for Rachel be comprised of short jokes?"
"It could be worst."
"She only does it because she like Rachel."
"Britt, you keep making me sound like a sap." She whines.
"Anyway, apparently she was completely blindsided by how much he actually meant it."
"Well Dave is a good kid, misguided and confused but still a good kid. Since he had to do it, it only made sense to just tell the truth."
Our eyes meet in a silent conversation and acceptance that just a little while ago we were there. We let ourselves be guided by what society thinks and expects of us ultimately hurting those around us. Ultimately hurting who we never want to hurt the most whether consciously and or unconsciously only to find out that the continuous spiral will only stop when we let go and tell the truth.
Guilt washes over us and we become so wrapped up in our minds that Brittany's movement doesn't register until she's wrapping her arms around us in a comforting embrace.
"You guys are good people too, the world just doesn't look hard enough to see it." Brittany says.
"I'm sorry, Britt." I hear Santana whisper.
"I know." Brittany replies.
"Thanks, Britt." I say as I melt into her.
We stay like that for a little while longer before accepting that we have to go to class.
As we walk to class I can't help but find it adorable that Santana never let's go of Brittany's hand.
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In class everything seems fine until about half way through it. Someone looks up from whatever it is they're doing and back at us randomly before turning back. I brush it off as a normal thing but soon after another person does it, then another. I try to ignore it but it quickly becomes disturbing.
I swear I hear a growl from Santana which indicates that it's just as annoying to her if not more. I look over to see her giving a death glare to the person who just turned around.
"What the fuck is wrong with these people? Why does everyone keep turning around?" Santana says angrily, confirming my thoughts.
"Is there something on my face?" Brittany asks.
We turn to face her. "No, Britt." We answer.
"If it isn't that, then maybe they came up with a new fun idea about us." She says excitedly and Santana groans.
"I thought you liked the attention."
"Yeah but you know how much I don't like you and they put us together in whatever they've come up with."
"And I now question my sanity as to why we're still friends."
"You're only now questioning you sanity. I've been doing that since I first met you."
"Okay, so can you do anything about this?"
"Why me?"
"It's probably your fault."
"My fault? I'm not the one that came to school with Rachel this morning."
"Well she'd have needed a ride since she left her car here to go to your house."
"She didn't have to go."
"Guys, this is starting to look like a scene from a horror film." Brittany says.
Santana and I pause and a bewildered expression graces our face.
"What do you mean Britt?" Santana asks.
"When when you turn and everyone starts watching you then they all get up at the same time to attack you."
Santana and I turn to face the front and see a couple other heads whipping back to face front.
"See that happens in movies too." Brittany points out.
"Okay, this is kinda creepy." I say and Santana agrees.
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No One's POV
As the day progresses talk about these unbelievable scenes surface around the school. The first scene was thought to be a myth at first, until about five people came forth saying they witnessed it and at that point it was rumoured to be true.
The second was thought to be just another day, nothing out of the ordinary since one of the three of them are known for giving hugs; that was until someone thought of linking the two scenes together. A baseless theory due to one scene being unexplainable yet making just enough sense to seem plausible when combined with the other. It would be common rumour knowledge that Brittany, Santana and Quinn had something to do Karofsky apologizing to Rachel Berry and Kurt Hummel. This knowledge would spark rumours as to how and why this came to be.
By lunch everyone was speculating reasons but it all come down to one theory as to why; Karofsky over stepped his bounds and pushed his luck. He never seemed to like change, and was never a fan of Santana so placing both together bound to start something. Though no one knew exactly what but the options were limited. As for the how, it was anyone's guess. From the wrath of Santana, to the manipulative cold-hearted ways of Quinn, even a mad Brittany is a bad Brittany that you'd never want to meet. With all three of them together, God knows what could happen to achieve that outcome.
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Santana POV
I don't even get to step out of my class good before Jacob is in front of me.
"Get out of my face Jew Fro." I snap.
He opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off.
"No, I'm not interested answering questions for whatever bullshit story you're trying to get information on. I have spent the last two classes glaring at the people who keep turning to watch me so I'm currently not in the mood to deal with you. I recommend turning around and heading back into whatever hole you just came from before I try to murder you." I say with a snarl.
He quickly takes off down the hall.
When I see him again he's about to talk to Rachel. I quickly strut down the hall to end things. He sees me coming and quickly takes of in the opposite direction.
"You didn't say anything to him, did you?" I ask Rachel when I get beside her.
"How often do you actually properly greet a person?" She asks.
I shrug. "Why use formalities when all I want to do is get to the point?" I state. "But seriously Berry, back to Jew Fro."
"No. He started to talk but then he ran off down the hall so I don't even know what it was about." She says.
"Good, I swear that kid is worse than police. Everything you say can and will be used even if you didn't actually directly say it."
"I'll just take it is practice for when I'm a Broadway star."
"A literal example of high school life preparing you for the outside world."
We walk down the hall in silence until I once again see Jew Fro, this time attempting to talk to Brittany.
"Hey Jew Fro, I hope you're prepared to face hell." I say causing him to run off hopefully back into his hole or at least no where I would see him. I make a mental note of the quota of slushies I have to fill for him.
"Hey Britt, what were you guys talking about?"
"Clearly I can't see the difference in greetings." Rachel mumbles. I ignore the comment pretending I didn't hear her.
"He started talking about doing a story about some rumour going around. I told him that his story idea was boring and he should do one on unicorns. The unicorns here are cool and interesting but he ran off before I could add that they are also very hot."
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Quinn POV
I walk down the halls taking long and fast strides when probably the last person I'd want to see appears. Jacob Ben Israel.
"Quinn I'm sure you've heard about the rumour about Karofsky. Would you like to confirm or deny that you had any part in the event."
"No, I haven't heard any rumours but no comment."
"Do you have anything to say about the rumour that it isn't only Santana and Brittany interested in Miss Rachel Berry but you also? A fabulous foursome that inhabits my dreams."
My strides stop and I shudder at the idea of being his sexual fantasy. Turn around giving the most intimidating look I can get and I see him take a step back.
"One, that was disgusting and something I didn't need to know. And two I have nothing to say to you." I say then strut off.
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We all decide to meet up in the auditorium for lunch, this is due to the fact that the cafeteria is filled with students. We're not sure how much more Santana can take before she attacks someone and I'm not very far behind either.
When I walk in the doors only Puck and Kurt are there. We exchange greetings and join them in the seats.
"How do you cope with all the attention?" Kurt asks. "I think I'm already starting to become paranoid."
"You either ignore it, go into hiding or bitch." I reply.
As if on cue Santana burst through the door with Brittany and Rachel. "Kurt, why are people staring at me more than usual?!" She asks not even bothering to acknowledge anyone else.
"I'm not sure, I was thrown off of my game because people seem to be staring at me too." He replies.
"It's because some people saw the eighth world wonder when Karofsky apologized to Kurt and Rachel." Puck says.
"Thank you Puck, I knew I kept you around for a reason." Santana says.
"There's another reason to add to that." I say." Jacob said in a much more disturbing way; that it's rumoured I'm also included in the polygamous relationship you guys have going on with Rachel."
"Of course you are." She replies dryly. "At least they didn't add Puck."
"Hey! I take offence to that."
"Don't take it personally, I'm just glad they understand I'm not into dick." She says while turning to leave.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"I'm going to go find Karofsky, he's most likely paranoid about why people are watching him."
"Do you even know where he is?"
"Probably literally in a closet." She snickers.
I'm guessing others are staring at her with slacked jaws because she continues.
"What? Too soon?" She asks then shrugs it off. "Whatever it's not like no one in this room is completely surprised." She says before vanishing through the doors.
Till next time :D