Chapter Six
'WHAT THE FUCK FABRAY! TURN THE CAR AROUND RIGHT NOW OR I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!'
To say that I was livid right now would be the understatement of the century. How could I not have seen this coming? I knew that Quinn was as much of a conniving bitch as I was but this, this was too fucking far.
After Quinn had decided earlier in the week that we were going on a trip this weekend, I had slowly come around to the idea. She was right, it had been months since we'd gone somewhere that didn't involve the kids and I needed a break from Lima and my impending 'divorce'. Plus, Puck had finally agreed to pay our bar tab which meant that we'd probably spend the entire weekend absolutely wasted, which as far as Quinn and I were concerned, was a good fucking time.
Since it was Quinn's idea, she was in charge of coming up with the arrangements. I'd been a bit surprised when Quinn refused point blank to invite Berry along too. Puck had complained to Finn about having to pay for our bender and Finn told Rachel, who had, of course, asked if she could join us. I wouldn't have minded if Rachel had come with us, she was easy to make fun of and a hilarious drunk. However, Quinn had insisted that this weekend was just for me and her and that Rachel could join us another time. Looking back, this was the first warning that she was up to no good.
The second sign was when Quinn picked me up this afternoon and advised me to sleep while she drove. I had questioned her but she claimed it was so that I'd have enough energy for tonight. Knowing what Quinn's like when she really lets her hair down, I had gone for a nap. When I woke up two hours later, I was definitely not prepared for what would greet me.
'What are you talking about, Santana?' Quinn asked me innocently while she kept her eyes looking firmly at the road ahead of us, refusing to look at me. 'Do you not like this resort?'
'Do I not like the resort? DO I NOT LIKE THE FUCKING RESORT? FUCKING LAKE FUCKING BALDWIN FUCKING RESORT?' I was past controlling my rage right now. I was fumigating. I felt like my head was going to explode. 'PULL THE FUCKING CAR OVER RIGHT NOW!'
'What's wrong with Lake Baldwin?' Quinn laughed nervously.
'Don't even try that shit with me, Fabray. This is where Brittany's staying this weekend and you fucking know it! You did this on purpose!' I was so angry. Why would she do this? We were almost certainly going to bump into Brittany and now it was going to look like I was stalking her!
'I swear I didn't kn- SANTANA, FUCK, LET GO!' Quinn screamed as she attempted to prise my hands off of hers on the steering wheel. I was determined to stop this car. 'Okay, okay, I'll pull over! Just fucking let go of the wheel!'
I exhaled angrily and balled my fists as Quinn pulled over at the side of the road. She unbuckled her seatbelt and slowly turned around the face me. I'm sure she flinched when she saw how flared my nostrils were.
'You're right, I knew that this was where Brittany was staying this weekend,' she began slowly, carefully choosing her words to avoid me leaning over the centre console to punch her in the face, 'but this resort is one of the best rated and it has a really good bar. We probably won't even be out much anyway so we might not even run into her. And if we do, which we probably won't,' she added quickly, 'we might catch her in the act with Louise and find out why she's been lying to you.'
'Quinn, I'm not going to fucking spy on her,' I spat out angrily, 'her lying to me means that she's in the wrong. Fucking following her to a fucking lake puts me in the wrong instead!'
'I'm not asking you to spy on her!' Quinn shouted back. 'We are here to have a good time and get some fresh air and work up a ridiculous bill at the bar. It just so happens that Brittany will be here too.'
'Quinn, I-'
'Look, Santana,' Quinn interrupted me, 'maybe this wasn't my best idea,' she paused when I scoffed at her, 'but now that we're here can't we just enjoy ourselves? We can stay in the room all weekend if you want but please can we stay? Please?'
Three tequila slammers and four double vodkas later, I was loving Quinn's idea to go on this trip. After unpacking, we'd gone straight to the bar. We'd decided it was safe since Brittany didn't really drink, well she didn't when we knew her anyway, so there wouldn't really be a chance of us bumping into her. Maybe our decision to skip dinner wasn't our best but right now neither of us was complaining.
'I'm soooo glad we could go on this trip, Santana,' Quinn slurred as she put her arm around me, 'because you,' she stopped to point at me, 'are my best friend. Ever.'
'You're my best friend too, Q,' I slurred equally as badly back, 'ever, ever, ever. More than anyone else in the entire world!'
I chinked my glass against hers as we both knocked another few gulps back. I examined my glass closely after as I couldn't taste the vodka anymore. I'm sure I saw the bartender put some in there... I was interrupted from my thoughts when Quinn began to speak.
'But I wasn't always,' Quinn said as she swallowed more of her drink.
'Yes, you were, Q, we've been best friends since we were babies!'
'No, you liked Brittany more than me!' Quinn cried as she slammed her now empty glass down on the bar. 'I was the third wheel. You and Brittany were Beyonce and Kelly, I was Michelle. You were Madonna and Britney, I was Christina. You were Starsky and Hutch, I was the car.'
'No, Quinn, no!' I shouted at her as I took her face between my hands. We must have been a sight to see for everyone else in the bar. 'You've always been my best friend. Fuck Brittany, you're the one that's here with me now.'
'I'm so loyal,' Quinn said as she waved down the bartender. 'Like a little puppy.'
'Roll over!' I laughed as I tickled Quinn's side. She began laughing to and tried to swot me away.
'What can I get you, ladies?' the bartender asked as he smiled brightly at us. He was cute. If I was straight and ten years younger I totally would.
'Can we have two more double vodka sodas please?' I purred at him. I know this is mortifying, a drunk thirty something (future) divorcee trying it on with a young bartender, but it was just a bit of fun.
'Coming right up,' he winked at me as he pulled two glasses out from underneath the bar and began to mix our drinks. 'So what brings you two to Lake Baldwin this weekend?'
'Just two single gals taking a break,' Quinn giggled at him as she batted her eyelashes at him. I loved it when we did this. Quinn would never cheat on Puck but it was fun for both of us to play around.
'Single gals, huh?' the bartender laughed at he placed our drinks in front of us. 'Not that I'm being nosey, but who's 'Noah Puckerman' and why is he paying for your tab?'
'He's our pimp,' I blurted out as I took a sip from my drink, which was then followed by a swift kick in the shins from Quinn under the table. Owwwww...
'Your pimp, huh?' the bartender smirked at us. 'He must be a rich man if he markets you two.'
'Very rich,' Quinn butted in as she took a large swig from her drink and winked at me. 'And so are we. We have two Fendi purses and a silver Lexus.'
I snorted into my drink as I listened to Quinn.
'Oh, really? So how much would it cost me to have a night with you ladies?' he asked us with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
'What?' Quinn spluttered. Oh fuck...
'If you're selling, I'm buying.' God, this boy did not know when to shut up.
'We are not prostitutes!' Quinn yelled as she stood up and downed the rest of her drink. 'Come on, Santana, let's go!'
I was pulled up from my seat by Quinn and we both stumbled towards the door. But obviously, I had to turn around once more and yell to the bartender from across the crowded room.
'Just so you know, if I was ten years younger I would totally do you!'
'Fuck, Santana, we're so lost!' Quinn whined as she gripped my arm and narrowly avoided falling into the surrounding shrubbery.
After leaving the bar we'd began walking back to our cabin. The resort was located in some woods overlooking the lake and the cabins were dotted around the hillside. It was gorgeous but in the dark, and when very drunk, it was fucking impossible to navigate.
'I don't know where we are, Q,' I cried out. I fucking hated the dark and I was disorientated enough from all the drinks I'd had without having to add being lost to the equation as well.
'Fuck, what was that?' Quinn shouted out as something darted in front of us. She grabbed onto my wrist tightly. 'I don't like this, S, I want Puck here now! Santana... Santana, are you okay? Oh, sweetie, what's wrong?'
I snivelled and turned to sob into Quinn's shoulder. Great, the hysterical drunk was back.
'I need someone to cuddle into, Q,' I choked out as I wept, 'or my mommy.'
'Oh, Santana, you poor baby,' Quinn whispered as she stroked my head and hugged me fiercely. 'I'll get us to the cabin, I promise. C'mon, we'll try this way.'
We began walking along the path, my head still in the crook of Quinn's neck while she rubbed circles on my back. It was comfortable but then Quinn tripped on a stick and we both landed on the ground in a heap.
'Ouch, Quinn, that hurt!' I yelled as I rubbed my arm.
'Sorry, San, I didn't se- SHIT! Santana, quick!' Quinn yanked me by my sore arm and shuffled me along the ground and into a bush. 'Get in the bush! Quick, hide!'
'Quinn, wait, what ar-' I covered my mouth as my eyes went wide when I looked at what Quinn was pointing to. At the cabin across from us, Brittany was stood at the window with a glass of wine, talking to Louise. Her arm was on Louise's shoulder and they were both laughing at something Louise had just said. Friends my ass.
'Oh my god, Brittany was totally lying to you!' Quinn exclaimed as we both watched them from behind the leaves. 'And it looks like Louise's family is there! How long has she been seeing her?'
Sure enough, I looked past Brittany and Louise to see an older couple talking to two young guys. I assumed they were Louise's brothers until one of them wrapped his arm around Louise and kissed her on the cheek. Okay, so maybe Brittany and Louise weren't together. But why would Brittany go on vacation with her friend and her family?
It all made sense to me when the other guy came up to Brittany and pecked her on the lips before leading her away from the window. Quinn gasped beside me.
Brittany wasn't dating another woman.
She was dating a guy.
