blondes chapter 8- QUInn POV
Honestly, you surprised someone hasn't made a movie about this.
You think that because this whole scenario you are about to dive headfirst into is so warped and crazy that Hollywood should have done it already. Your girlfriend and you are going to her ex's graduation, and your ex-best friend's. Yeah, you could make some serious money producing a film like this.
Maybe you'll give Artie the idea and he'll direct it.
But really, you are not sure how the whole "hiding the fact that you and Brittany hate each other and are diabolically plotting against one another from Santana" thing is really going to go. You know she can tell something's up, but she hasn't really brought it up yet. So, you'll just continue this plan until she says something.
The girl in question is currently sleeping, with her head on your shoulder and one earbud in. The 7:00 AM flight from New York to Lima, Ohio was a tad bit early for Santana. Well, not just a tad. Anything before 10:00 is considered torture for her.
You take her earbud out of her ear and check what she is listening to. Taylor Swift's "Mine" blasts into your ear and you quickly take it out. You always wonder why she listens to that song often. You're more of a "22" kind of gal.
You check your phone, realizing you are due to land in around twenty minutes, and decide to wake Santana up. But how to do it...
You go for an old-fashioned way. The wet willy.
She doesn't really appreciate it.
"Fuck you Q. I was enjoying my rest."
"We're landing soon. You got plenty, anyway." You respond, glad for the company after the hours of solitude.
"What were you doing? Reading, like the nerd you are?" She asks, smiling at the end.
"You're hilarious, San! That was pretty clever there! And no, I was just thinking."
"About what? My hotness or how funny I am?"
You wonder if you should tell the truth. You decide to, because isn't that important in relationships or something? "Neither. I was just thinking about the graduation. Getting to see everyone, Blaine, Artie, Sam, Tina, Brittany.." You trail off.
"Oh, okay? And you're okay with all that shit, right? Because I don't want to be talking to Britt or something and see scary Quinn walking over. I'm with you, okay? I don't want anyone else."
And there's your Santana. Blunt, but always knowing what you need to hear.
And you like her like that.
You forgot about another factor on this trip; how fucking boring the graduation actually is. How many kids are in this grade? You wouldn't care as much if your phone hadn't died. You don't even have Veggie Samurai (Rachel got you addicted to that one) to capture your attention.
People keeping going up. Receiving their diplomas. It was a lot more interesting when you were on of the people in the cap and gown.
Once Brittany is called, you glance over at Santana and see her wiping a tear out of her eye. Jealousy boils in your blood, but it comes down when you recall your earlier conversation with her. The ceremony ends after another hour, and you all start getting up to head towards the Breadstix after party.
"Umm Q? I promised Brittany I would go wit..."
You cut her off with a quick kiss to the lips. "Go. I'll see you at Breadstix." You say, and watch as she races off through the crowds of people.
Before you know it, you are cramped in the packed restaurant with Rachel and Puck on either side of you. You glance up as the door swings open and in walks Santana and Brittany, laughing hysterically.
"Let's go congratulate Britt," Puck says, grabbing your elbow.
He drags you up while Rachel shoots you an apologetic glance. You stride over and try to muster up a "Good job" face while making eye contact with a girl you have not seen since Mr. Shue's fail of a wedding.
"Good job Britt! I knew you could graduate!" Puck says. He's acting rather cheery for his normal self, and he has a weird smile on his face. It's weird because it looks genuine.
"Oh yeah Britt. Always knew you had it in you." You say.
Acting has never been your forte. You see a flash of interest cross Puck's face out of the corner of your eye, but you also catch the look of worry on Santana's. Your tone does not faze Brittany in the least, though.
"Thanks Quinn! So, what are your and Santana's plans for the summer?" She says sweetly. So sweetly, in fact, that you try to remember how Brittany learned to be this much of a bitch.
Oh wait. She learned it from watching you, Sophomore year as HBIC.
"Well, since my classes just ended, we are going to spend the summer in the city. I might pick up an odd job, but you know, just spending lots of time together. What about you?" You finish off lightly, gripping Santana's arm that you grabbed halfway through when you were talking.
You watch as her eyes quickly glance down to your locked hands, then as she regains her composure and looks you in the eye. "I'm staying around here, and just going to be with friends. I'll be going up to New York in August, though, to get all settled. The NYU semester starts September 6th." She says.
Panic starts to fill your body, and you just have to get out before you rage at her in front of Santana.
"San, want to go sit down?" You ask.
"Yeah, let's go. I'll come over in a little bit, okay Britt?" She says, and you guys turn and start walking towards your table.
"What the fuck was that, Q? You and me are going to talk later." Puck mumbles softly in to your ear as you go back to sit down.
The party passes in a blur of talking to gleeks, dancing with Santana, watching Santana be with Brittany, glaring at Brittany, and then finally the goodbyes.
Only one really stood out.
"I'll see you in August, Quinn! I'm looking forward to spending time with you when you are visiting New York!" She says as she hugs you.
Who knew Brittany would ever be able to scare you.
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