Unexpectedly Yours
7.
The next morning we both got up and ready for school. We had breakfast with my parents and then headed off.
The ride to school was driven in complete comfortable silence. In a few minutes we pulled into the parking lot which wasn't that crowded yet.
"Hey, Santana," she started to say.
"Yup, Beautiful," I responded.
"Thank you for an amazing weekend," she simply said.
"There are more of those to come," I said knowingly.
"I hope you know I care about you a lot," Quinn said and looked into my eyes.
"Yea, I know. I feel the same way," I said and leaned over to kiss her. She saw me coming and tilted her head so I would kiss her cheek.
"Have a good day," I said because I didn't know what else to say.
"I'll see you in English," she said as I opened the door and got out of her car.
I walked into school while Quinn stayed in her car. I turned around at the top of the stairs and watched as she cried a little. I wanted so badly to run back toward the car, pull her out, and kiss her passionately. But I had to honor her request. Looking back on it I realized it was stupid of me to agree to her request.
It took all of my willpower to walk into school without Quinn next to me, but I did.
I walked to my locker and fiddled with the combination. Finally I got it open.
"Hey, S. Where's Quinn?" Brittany asked as she walked up to me.
"I think she's still in her car," I said.
"Why didn't you walk in together," she asked.
"We made an agreement that we'd keep this a secret until she dumps Puck," I whispered.
"Oh," Brittany said and saw my demeanor.
"I hope that's soon," I said.
"I know you do. I won't tell anyone until you say I can," she said as we walked away from my locker with our pinkie fingers entwined.
When I got to homeroom, I sat down and pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen. Suddenly lines for a new poem came to me.
Love Letter
If I were to write you a love letter
It'd be full of my hopes and dreams for us
And it would flow like a stream.
I'd tell you how I thought of you
Morning, noon, and evening.
Sometimes my thoughts of you are deafening
But I'm happy to have them
For they are mine, and mine, alone.
No one can take them away
I wish you could stay
And we would sway back and forth
To the beautiful music we'd make.
All we'd have to do is take a chance
And see where it takes us.
Love would be ours to share
Because we would always care about each other.
Being with you, I know, wouldn't be a bother.
Not at all
For you are the one I want to fall for
Every day and forever more.
If I were to write you a love letter
It would be full of experiences
For us to go through
I would know that there'd be nothing we couldn't weather.
You and me…
Can't you see
That I want you to stand by me?
I know if we tried
And hardly ever cried
That we make it wonderful for years
And I'd wipe away all your tears.
You don't have to fear
I will love you
For my lifetime
And then some more.
When I saw you my heart hit the floor
I saw everything I wanted
Standing right in front of me.
The only thing now is having you truly see me.
If I were to write you a love letter
And you responded positively
I'd be overly excited and surrounded by happiness
And wouldn't have any sadness
For you would make my year better
If you'd accept me
In the way I want to be
I'd be more than happy.
If I were to write you a love letter…
Oh wait…
I just did!
I folded it into an origami square the best I could. Then I wrote, "Quinn" on the top. I also added, "Don't read now. Read when you need the courage! ~ S."
I slipped it into my pocket and then the bell rang.
I ran ahead of Brittany who didn't seem to mind. I wanted to make sure I got to class before Quinn. I ran down the hallway and knocked into Coach Sylvester.
"Slow down, Lopez!" she barked but I didn't pay attention.
I got there and catapulted into my seat. I took out her note and held onto to it tightly. Then I looked at the door and saw Quinn enter the room.
She walked up to me and said, "Hey. I'm sorry I didn't walk with you into school."
"I got the feeling that you wanted to be alone."
"Thank you," she replied. And then Brittany walked in and sat down behind us. She smiled at us, but didn't say anything.
Before the class began, I handed Quinn the note. She looked down at it and then up at me.
"What's this," she asked.
"Read it later and find out," I suggested. Then she put it in her pocket.
Our teacher assigned each group a time to read their poem aloud to the class. We pulled Friday, first group. Brittany and her partner got the time after us on Friday.
Just like that, class was over and I had to say, "Good-bye" to Quinn for the rest of the day.
"Um, have you seen Puck yet," I whispered.
"No, I'm going to talk to him during my study hall. I'll text you afterwards," she said, smiled, and then walked away from me.
Then Brittany and I walked to the cafeteria for lunch. I swear I don't know how I got an ungodly lunch period. Who's hungry at 11 am?
During the course of my day, I kind of forgot that Quinn was going to end the relationship with Puck. I had gotten a bathroom pass and was walking down the hallway when I heard Quinn and Puck arguing.
"Puck it's over," Quinn said dramatically.
"Why?"
"Because I don't feel the same way that I did for you anymore," Quinn replied as she tried to stay level headed.
Puck stood up, walked over to Quinn, grabbed her, and yelled, "Who is he?"
Quinn wouldn't answer him.
"Quinn!" he demanded again.
I was about to burst into the room and yank him off of her when I saw her whispered, "San…"
It took him a minute to register who she meant, but by then the bell had rung and students were coming out of their classes and the noise level was a lot louder.
Before I walked away, which was the hardest thing to do, by the way, I saw Puck release Quinn from his grasp.
He rubbed his hand on his head as he took in the magnitude of what Quinn had said.
"Santana," he asked.
Quinn nodded.
Then Puck turned around and headed for the hallway. Quinn tried to get in front of him, but he pushed her against a locker when they got in the hallway.
"Lopez," he yelled at the top of his lungs.
I was already at my locker. I didn't cringe or try to run away. I did notice the crowd that had gathered around.
"LOPEZ!" he yelled again and punched a locker.
He stalked up to me and got in my face.
"What's this I hear about you stealing what's mine?"
"She's a person not a possession," I stated as I tried to keep my cool.
"She's mine!" he repeated as he became angrier.
"No, she's not," I said and nudged him back a little.
"Grr!"
"Okay, Puck, calm down," I tried to rationalize with him, "You're making a scene!"
"Oh, do you want me to make a scene," he asked. His face, which usually was soft and somewhat inviting, was mean and grimacing
"Puck, stop trying to be all macho," Quinn yelled from behind us.
"Well, stop messing around with Lopez," he answered.
"Can't do that," Quinn said.
"And why not?"
"Because I'm falling for her," she replied.
I just smiled.
"Listen to that, ladies and gentlemen, your head cheerleader has fallen for our resident female nerd," Puck announced to the crowd.
Just then Brittany pushed her way to the middle of the large circle that was formed by the on-lookers.
"Santana, you okay," Brittany yelled.
"Yea, B. I'm fine. He can't hit me and he knows it," I said in a teasing manner.
"How are you so sure," Puck questioned as he looked down at me.
"You lay so much as I finger on me and I'll sue your ass," I replied.
He picked me up and threw me against the locker. I hit it hard and fell to the ground. Quinn and Brittany came running to my side.
Just then Coach Beiste ran into the circle and push Puck backwards which made him fall to the ground.
"What's going on?" she screamed.
"Nothing, Coach," I replied.
"Lopez thinks she can steal what's mine and get away with it," Puck said.
"Puckerman, go to the principal's office, NOW!" Coach Beiste demanded.
He got up and stalked away.
Before he totally disappeared from into the crowd, he looked at Quinn and yelled, "You're nothing!"
Coach ran over to Quinn just in case. Then Puck left.
"Ok, ok, show's over! Back to class!" Coach Bieste yelled at the crowd.
Then she looked at me as she helped me up and asked, "Santana, are you okay?"
"Yea, I'll be alright," I managed to say.
"Quinn, take her to the nurse to make sure," the coach instructed.
"Yes, I will," Quinn said and draped one of my arms over her shoulders. I leaned on it her for support. Then the crowd, which still hadn't dispersed parted almost like the red sea for us to walk through.
Brittany followed with my book bag.
We got to the nurse's office and she made me lie down on a padded table for a while. Quinn never left my side.
"Santana, I am so beyond sorry," she said.
"You okay, S?" Brittany asked.
"Yes, I am. Go to Math, Brittany," I instructed.
"Ok, but if you need me, text me," she said and hugged me as I sat up.
Then Brittany left the room.
"I have to apologize…" I said.
"Oh my God, for what?" she said and cupped my face in her hands.
"I was walking down the hallway and I overheard a little of the conversation. If he had hit you or anything like that, I would have gone all Lima Heights on his ass," I said, protectively.
"It's alright," she answered.
"Are you okay?"
"I am fine. I'm more concerned about you right now!"
She bent down to kiss me and as soon as our lips connected, we saw a flashing light. We jerked our heads toward the source and found that "JewFro" took a photo of us.
"I'm gonna…" Quinn yelled as she darted at him, which made him cower in fear and run away.
"Let him have it," I suggested. Quinn seemed to be happy with that idea because she returned to my side.
"I'm going to take you home," Quinn suggested.
"We have to stay and show Puck that he can't separate us," I said.
"But you're hurt," Quinn said protectively.
"I'm fine. I'm actually proud of myself," I said.
"For what?" Quinn said and smiled for the first time.
"I stood my ground for the woman I care about against Noah Puckerman!"
"Yes, baby, you did," Quinn said happily.
"Baby huh?"
"Yes, you are my baby…Thank you for not giving up," Quinn said and kissed me. Then we left the nurse's office against her advisement and returned to our days.
AN: The last scene between Puck/Quinn/Santana was something I had just thought up. I wanted it to be dramatic. I hope I didn't offend anyone. If I did, I'm sorry. I hope you enjoyed this chapter overall.