I get chronic migraines sometimes and die a little inside when they come. I apologize for the holdup.
Monday
Pssstttt
Santana averted her attention from ignoring her English teacher to Mercedes who was discretely trying to get her attention. The gum-chewing cheerleader rolled her eyes; Mercedes really needed to learn how to be more bad-ass. "What can I do for you?" She asked, putting zero effort into lowering her voice. When the teacher glared at her for talking during lesson, she challenged her with a blank stare, popping a bubble when the woman looked away. She turned back to the girl sitting to her left, raising a questioning eyebrow.
"My parents are going away this weekend to get their romance on," Mercedes whispered, choosing to keep her voice low. She didn't have the power of Sue Sylvester on her side to keep her out of trouble.
"Great. You finally gonna give it up to Trouty Mouth?" Santana asked nonchalantly, causing Mercedes to blush profusely.
"No, Satan," She responded harshly after regaining her composer. "I'm going to throw a party."
"Even better. I'll bring booze and my Cheerios." Santana declared. She was stoked at the opportunity to party again. The last party she went to had been the Glee Club's end of semester party at Puck's house. Watching Quinn all enthralled by Sugar all night had guaranteed she'd spent the entire night chugging drinks. Halfway through the party she was trashed. She woke up the next morning in Mercedes' bed with a hangover from hell. She later learned from her friend that she had spent the better half of the party hysterically yelling at anyone who would listen. She was grateful to learn that most of the party-goers had been too drunk to care.
"Or you could bring someone else." Mercedes said suggestively.
Santana side-eyed the girl. "What are you getting at Wheezy?"
"Bring Quinn." Mercedes answered flatly, her face screaming 'DUH'.
Try as she might, Santana couldn't help the blush that spread across her cheeks and down to her neck. Deciding this wasn't something for the ears of her nosey peers, she lowered her voice. "I should bring Quinn as my date?" she asked as if it were the most ridiculous request she'd ever heard.
"You asked me to help. This is me helping." Mercedes started. "It's perfect. There'll be good music, everybody will be having fun and you can get her alone to tell her how you feel. Not to mention it's Valentine's Day. Can't get any more romantic than that." Reading the uncertainty all over her friend's face, Mercedes rubbed her back. "It's a lot less pressure than asking her out, right?"
Santana agreed, nodding her head slowly, "But what if she says no?"
"Why would she?" Mercedes challenged. "You've gone to parties together before."
"Yeah, but that was as friends. This is so different." Santana shot back folding her arms.
Mercedes laughed at her friend. "Santana. You're not proposing to the girl. Just inviting her to a party."
"I'm pretty much asking her to be my Valentine. Isn't that the same?" A proposal was a proposal, no matter what you called it.
"If you say so." Mercedes shook her head at her friend's dramatics. She could be worse than Rachel sometimes. "Just ask her to go to the party with you, Santana."
"Fine, I'll ask." Santana gave in. "What do I say?"
"I'm sure you'll figure something out in that devious head of yours." She answered as she poked the girl in the temple.
Santana swatted her hand away. She could just tell Quinn that she needed a ride because she planned to drink. Of course, that wouldn't work if Quinn planned on drinking herself. Which was highly likely. Quinn probably liked drinking more than she did, if she was being honest. Santana growled. She hated this nervousness. Why couldn't she just ask Quinn to go with her?
"Don't tell Berry about the party!" Santana suddenly whispered to Mercedes who had tuned back into the lecture.
"What?"
"Don't tell Berry about the party." Santana repeated eyes wide. "What if she tries to get Quinn to go with her?"
"Santana, I'm inviting all the Glee kids. She's going to find out" Mercedes reasoned. "And even if she does come with Rachel, at least she'll be there and you could still tell her."
"There's no way the dwarf is going to leave her side all night. She's like herpes; you get her and then you're stuck with her. Especially when she's drunk. Even Tubbs couldn't shake her." Santana couldn't get the image of a very drunk Rachel Berry during their regional's win celebration Junior year out of her head. The girl had been a mess.
"Then you better ask her to be you Valentine soon." Mercedes suggested.
"Who are you asking to be your Valentine?" Brittany whispered from the other side of Santana. The blonde had been previously engaged in playing on her phone, paying no attention to the two girls next to her or their teacher.
"I thought you were playing the Kim Kardashian game, Britt." Santana dodged the question. She wasn't quite sure how to tell Brittany about Quinn yet. Though she loved her friend, she couldn't keep her mouth shut to save her life.
"I couldn't figure out how to become Kanye." The blonde shrugged. "Who are you asking to be your Valentine, San? Is it me?"
Mercedes snorted in laughter as Santana rolled her eyes at both her friends.
"No Britt. It's not you."
"Oh good. I've got a feeling Mike is going to ask me. I'm thinking about saying yes." She squealed. Her two friends just nodded, choosing not to state the obvious. Brittany would figure it out on her own. "Is it you, Mercedes?" Brittany guessed, "I always thought you two would be cute together. Your babies would totally look like Reese's cups."
Mercedes and Santana shared a look. "I'm still with Sam." Mercedes responded.
"That's okay. I'm pretty sure you can have more than one Valentine. I once had eight." Neither Santana nor Mercedes doubted the girl statement.
"It's Quinn." Santana blurted in a hushed voice, afraid to give Brittany any more chances to guess.
"Oh, that totally makes sense. You guys are like Rizzoli and Isles." Once again, Santana was shocked by the ease in which her friends accepted her feelings. She could only pray that Quinn's reaction would be similar.
"Rizzoli and Isles aren't together." Mercedes cut in.
"But they should be." Brittany defended. "Just like San and Quinn."
"What do you mean, Britt?" Santana questioned. She once again found herself questioning the obviousness of her own feelings.
"You two have been wanting to get your sweet-lady-kisses on for forever. You're both just like kind of blind and Quinn was with Sugar but now she's not which means you totally can now." Brittany clapped in excitement for her friends. She stopped and frowned a few seconds later, "I am sad for Rachel now, though."
"Berry's feelings are hardly my problem." Santana responded as she soaked in Brittany's explanation. She was beginning to wonder if Quinn had ever noticed her feelings. Everyone else seemed to be privy to them.
"That's mean, San." Brittany scolded. "Hey! What if you both date Quinn? I bet Quinn likes Rachel, too!" Mercedes couldn't help the look she gave the blonde. By now, she was used to Brittany's uncouth ideas, but that one was way out there.
"I have no interest in ending up on sister-wives, Brittany." Santana threw back. "Quinn's mine and I don't plan on sharing." Her tone suggested that she was no longer interested in talking as she turned her attention back to ignoring their teacher. Mercedes did the same as Brittany shrugged and went back to her phone.
After retrieving her lunch, Santana grabbed a seat next to Brittany. "Brittany, I've got a plan, and I need your help pulling it off."
"Is it a plan to help Lord Tubbington?" She asked hopefully.
"Uh, not this time. It's to get Quinn to like me." Santana started picking through her food. She had spent most of the day after English coming up with a plan to impress Quinn and work up the nerve to ask her to the party. And technically, be her valentine.
"Quinn already likes you, San." Brittany stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"I know. But I want to show her that I like-like her. You know how like when Rachel sang all those songs to Finn in glee? I want to do that for Quinn." She tried explaining.
"Oh, okay!" Brittany agreed excitedly. "Do I get to dance?"
"Yup, and I want the Cheerios to help, too. But don't tell them why." She said seriously.
"There're going to want to know why we're all signing to Quinn though." Brittany rationalized as she dug into her own lunch.
"I'll just come up with something." Santana waived off. "Just don't tell them, okay?"
"Okay, I won't." Brittany agreed, giving her pinky to Santana in a pinky promise. "So what're we singing?"
Tuesday
Rachel headed towards Quinn's locker as she saw the girl changing her books. She had just heard from Kurt that Mercedes was throwing a Valentine's Day party and she wanted to know if Quinn was planning to make an appearance. Considering all of the Glee kids would be there, Artie and Sugar included, she wasn't sure if the blonde was going to be up for it.
"Quinn." She stated, announcing her presence to the girl.
"Hi Rachel." Quinn greeted as she closed her locker to face the smaller girl. "What's up?"
"I trust you've heard about Mercedes' party slated for Valentine's Day."
"Mmmhmm." Quinn confirmed as she began walking, Rachel walking with her.
"Seeing as all of the glee club will be there, minus Mr. Shue of course considering that would be highly inappropriate, I was curious as to whether you would be attending," came Rachel's long-winded question.
"Of course," Quinn's eyebrows dipped. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Rachel was quiet, not quite sure how to voice her concerns about her friend being at the same party as Artie and Sugar. However, Quinn was a quick girl and caught onto Rachel's unvoiced meaning. "This is about Sugar, huh?"
"I'm just worried about you, Quinn. I don't want you to be uncomfortable and I know Sugar will be there, probably with Artie. Probably as each other's valentine." Rachel laid a hand on Quinn's arm, halting the blonde's walking.
"Don't worry about that, Rach." Quinn smiled, "I'm not. I promise Sugar will be the furthest thing from my mind that night."
"You can't promise that Quinn." Rachel argued. "How do you know seeing her wont upset you?"
"Because I'll be having too much fun with my friends to pay her any mind." Quinn answered, confidently. "Plus, I'll have you there to keep me busy." She finished, poking the little diva in the cheek.
"Of course." Rachel blushed, ducking her head.
"Don't worry too much about it, Rach. It's going to be fun." The blonde squeezed her arm as she made her way to class.
As she stood alone in the hallway, Rachel cursed herself. She had gotten so wrapped up in keeping Quinn away from Sugar that she never got around to suggesting that they show up to the party together. At least she knew Quinn would indeed be there. That was good news. She blushed again as she thought about the beauty's request to "keep her busy" during the party.
She was definitely looking forward to Valentine's Day.
Wednesday
Parking her car at the Lima Bean, Santana pulled her phone out to dial Quinn. She waited patiently, knowing the heavy sleeper was more than likely still snoozing. It was finally answered on the fifth ring.
"Hello?" came the gruff voice from the other end.
"Get dressed, Fabray. I'll be over in thirty minutes." Santana demanded. She smirked when she heard the sleepy blonde huff into the phone.
"No."
"Wasn't a question." She laughed as she could practically feel her friend's frustration at being awakened so abruptly.
"Why do you hate me?" Quinn whined into Santana's ear.
"I'm buying your ass coffee and driving you to school. I think they call it love," she singsonged, stepping out of her car and heading into the coffee shop.
"You should have started with the coffee."
Santana laughed into her phone. She was sure Quinn was a step away from needing AA meetings for caffeine addicts. The girl's obsession with coffee was only second to the her obsession with bacon. "You've got thirty minutes, captain." She hung-up the phone, Quinn giving one more indignant huff, and stood in line to order the drinks.
True to her word, Santana pulled up to Quinn's house thirty minutes later, honking to announce her presence. Clearly having too much fun with the horn, and just a bit hyper from the coffee, Santana didn't ease up on the horn until the disheveled cheerleader came outside clutching her backpack.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Santana?" Quinn demanded, taking the coffee Santana offered as she entered the car.
"Had to make sure your lazy ass wasn't asleep." Santana smirked as she pulled off.
"And just calling never crossed your mind? I wasn't even sleeping." Quinn defended, sipping her coffee.
"Don't spill that shit in my baby." Santana remarked as Quinn not-so-discretely tried to wipe the drops that had escaped and run down her cup.
"No promises." She replied flatly.
"Are you going to Mercedes' party on Saturday?" Santana asked, changing the subject.
"Funny, Rachel asked the same thing." Quinn mentioned as she continued to down her coffee.
Fuck. Santana thought. "Why?" she asked, sending a prayer to every deity she could think of that Berry hadn't had the balls to actually ask Quinn to go with her.
"Worried about Sugar. She's just being protective. But yeah, I am."
Santana breathed a sigh of relief. She still had time. "You're not asking for the same reason are you?" Quinn asked with narrowed eyes. "I promise I'm fine."
"Of course not, Fabray. You haven't mentioned it, so I just wanted to make sure. Can't fuck shit up by myself."
"As if you need my help with that." Quinn laughed. "Plan on drinking yourself stupid again?"
"Only if you plan on matching me." Santana shot back challengingly.
Quinn quirked her eyebrow, "That sounded like a dare, Lopez."
"It is what it is, Fabray."
"What will your date think once you've lost?" Quinn shot back, lips quirking into her own smirk.
"Who said anything about a date?" Santana inquired.
"You plan on being your own valentine this year?" Quinn joked.
"Who needs a valentine when I've got you?"
"Aww, are you asking me to be your valentine, Santana?" Quinn asked in mock flattery.
"Bite me, Fabray." Santana mumbled, embarrassed at having let that slip out.
Quinn laughed as she poked her irritated friend's cheek. "I'll be your drinking buddy, but I'm getting ready at your place." She declared, not moving her finger until Santana flicked it away.
"Don't want Mama Fabray to see her baby drunk off her ass?" Santana joked, imitating her best baby voice.
"I don't think that's something any mother wants to see." Quinn quipped. "It'll be easier if she just assumes I'm sleeping at your place."
"Touché, Fabray. You cool with us staying at 'Cede's place?" Santana asked as they pulled into McKinley's student parking lot, Quinn nodding her approval.
"So why are we here so early? Pretty sure the janitors aren't even here yet." Quinn questioned as Santana began leading her to the football field.
"You'll see Q."
When they got to the field, Brittany along with the rest of the Cheerios were there waiting for them.
"Why are the Cheerios here? Pretty sure practice is after school today." Quinn asked dubiously.
"You ask a lot of questions, Quinn." Santana answered as she backed away from her towards a radio sat on a bench. "Just sit back and enjoy."
As the music started, the Cheerios get in formation as Brittany appeared at Quinn's side, grabbing her hand.
Brittany started to sing as she led Quinn to the bench to sit.
Yo, my best friend, best friends 'til the very end
Cause best friends best friends don't have to pretend
You need a hand and I'm right there right beside you
You in the dark, I'll be the bright light to guide you
Moving towards the blondes, Santana took over the next part of the song. The Cheerios behind them started going through the choreography they had learned for this performance.
Member the times, times, times sneaking out the house
All of the times, times, times that you had your doubts
And don't forget all the trouble we got into
We got something you can't undo, do
Quinn looked surprised when the Cheerios sang the next verse and Brittany pulled her up from her seat and twirled her around.
Laughing so damn hard
Crashed your dads new car
All the scars we share
I promise, I swear
Santana began to sing again as Brittany let go of Quinn to join the dancing Cheerios.
Wherever you go, just always remember
That you got a home for now and forever
And if you get low, just call me whenever
This is my oath to you
Santana grinned, as Quinn seemed to be overcome with laughter from the wild gestures her teammates were making towards her.
Wherever you go, just always remember
You never alone, we're birds of a feather
And we'll never change, no matter the weather
This is my oath to you
Santana wasn't at all surprised when Quinn jumped in to help sing the next part. It was, after all, her favorite part of the song.
I know I drive you crazy, mm, sometimes
I know I called you lazy, and that's most times
But you complete me, and that's no lie
You are my tuxedo, and I'm your bow tie
We in the car sing, sing, singing our song
Rocking the building, tear it down, like we king Kong
And in my eyes you can't do, do no wrong
You got the best friends sing, sing along
She guided the blonde back to the bench as the singing Cheerios surrounded her around the bench.
Laughing so damn hard
Crashed your dads new car
All the scars we share
I promise, I swear
Wherever you go, just always remember
That you got a home for now and forever
And if you get low, just call me whenever
This is my oath to you
Wherever you go, just always remember
You never alone, we're birds of a feather
And we'll never change, no matter the weather
This is my oath to you
When the cheerleaders finished their song, Quinn jumped up applauding them all. "That was so great! When did you guys even have time to practice that? And, not that I didn't love it, but why am I being serenaded?" Quinn asked, laughingly.
"It was all San's idea," Brittany winked, nudging the now blushing brunette, making Quinn turn her eyes to the girl who was looking away shyly.
"So this obviously explains the early wake-up call." Quinn grinned.
"Santana brought it to our attention that this is our last year having you as our captain and that we should do something special to honor the best captain we've ever had." Marina, a junior on the squad answered, the rest of the cheerios nodded their agreement. "Three national championships when we take it this year!"
"You're a kick-ass captain, Quinn!" declared another.
"You've always had our back, Q. Especially when it comes to coach. So we wanted to make sure that you know we've got yours." Santana spoke up, her fellow Cheerios nodding unison.
Though Santana meant what she said about performing the song in honor of Quinn's captaincy, she herself, of course, had other motives. She couldn't outright tell the girl that she was more or less serenading her in front of all the Cheerios (more in fear of rejection that anyhing else), but she hoped that the song had conveyed just how much she cared about the girl. When the girl of her dreams pulled her into a tight hug, she couldn't help but feel like it had.
The rest of the Cheerios joined in on what they assumed was a group hug. "Thank you. I couldn't have asked for a better team." Quinn said graciously, and Santana squeezed her tighter.
"That was possibly the sloppiest show I've ever witnessed and I watched Bret Michael's sex-tape. Twice." Sue yelled through her bullhorn, interrupting the cheerleaders on the field. "If you sloppy babies want to have an orgy, do it somewhere else. I don't need you stinking up my field with your mediocrity. But since you all seem so inclined to be here, practice starts NOW."
Sue smirked when she heard the collective –and familiar- groan coming from her Cheerios as they moved to take their positions.
Santana, for her part, couldn't keep the grin off of her face if she tried. Quinn had obviously been taken by her song, not to mention she had gotten the girl to agree to go to the party with her. Granted, they weren't exactly each other's valentines, but they would be spending the day together. That gave her ample time to tell Quinn how she felt. And to top it all off, she had beaten Berry to it.
"So, did you hear about the surprise Cheerio's performance this morning" Kurt asked as he sat down next to Rachel during their lunch period.
"Unfortunately, I did." Rachel huffed. "Could she be cheesier?"
"Weren't you planning to do exactly the same thing?" Kurt asked raising an eyebrow.
"Am planning." She corrected. "And I was referring to the choice of song."
"Oh, Rachel stop it." Kurt admonished, "It's a great song. Kind of cute in a sweet way. Honestly, wouldn't have thought Santana could pull it off."
"Whose side are you on here, Kurt?" Rachel leveled the boy with a glare. He just shrugged it off, far too use to her glares by now.
"Sweetie, of course I'm on your side. However, I can't help but appreciate the Cher of it all. No one can say Santana doesn't have great taste in music." He defended.
"Ughhh, serenading Quinn was my idea!" She groaned in frustration. She couldn't believe that Santana Lopez had actually serenaded Quinn. Albeit under the guise of some type of 'Cheerio appreciation,' it was a serenade nonetheless.
"Rachel, you and Santana are hardly the first to ever serenade Quinn." Kurt stated, "There was Finn, Puck, even the garbling that Sugar tried to pass off as signing." The boy ticked off on his hand. "Hell, that's probably the most overused gesture in glee club at this point."
He put his hands up when Rachel once again glared at him. "That's not to say it's not a great idea!" he backtracked.
"It doesn't matter. Quinn may have been serenaded before, but my serenade will be the best she's ever had. It's all about song choice and performance. While Santana may have gone first, her song couldn't be more ambiguous if it had been in a completely different language." Rachel reasoned.
"You've got a point there." Kurt agreed. "It could be easily interpreted as a song about friendship. Probably why it was so easy to get the other cheerios involved."
"Precisely. I plan on being as blunt as possible." The short girl declared.
"What song are you singing?" Kurt was curious. Rachel had yet to divulge what song she would be singing. He wasn't surprised, though. She hardly ever revealed a song she planned to sing. She was dramatic like that.
"You'll see!" She beamed. He could only roll his eyes at the expected answer.
"Are you going to ask her to be your valentine?" Kurt asked as the many pink and red decorations scattered around the cafeteria distracted him from his lunch.
"That all depends on how she takes the song." Rachel answered honestly. "At this point I still don't know how she feels about me. Hopefully, the song will help clear that up."
"Do you think Santana's asked?" He whispered.
"I don't think so. When I spoke to Quinn earlier, she didn't mention it. I feel like she would." She answered in her own lowered voice.
I hope.
When Glee finally rolled around, Rachel waited until everyone was present, more specifically Quinn, before she announced to Mr. Shue that she had a song to sing. All eyes focused on her as she moved to the front of the room. "I would like to dedicated this song to someone very special to me." she smiled.
She started out low as Brad began playing the piano chords.
I'll never be
A knight in armor
With a sword in hand,
Or a kamikaze fighter;
She looked up at Quinn as she moved to the next verse.
Don't count on me
To storm the barricades
And take a stand,
Or hold my ground;
You'll never see
Any scars or wounds
I don't walk on coals,
I won't walk on water:
Santana scowled. She's wasn't the only one.
I am no prince,
I am no saint,
I am not anyone's wildest dream,
But I will stand behind
And be someone to fall back on.
Everyone turned to the left as Finn suddenly appeared at the drumset, drumming along to the song.
Some comedy
You're bruised and beaten down
And I am the one
Who's looking for a favor.
Still, honestly,
You don't believe me
But the things I have
Are the things you need.
Rachel moved closer to her peers, pulling Kurt from his seat who began dancing around her.
You look at me
Like I don't make sense,
Like a waste of time,
Like it serves no purpose -
As many of the Gleeks got up to join Kurt on the floor, Rachel went to grab Quinn out of her chair, pulling the girl with her.
I am no prince,
I am no saint,
And if that's what you believe you need,
You're wrong - you don't need much,
You need someone to fall back on...
As Rachel hit the next verse, everyone was up and dancing, save for Santana and Sugar. Santana glowered as she watched Rachel pull Quinn around the room. Sugar gazed down at the two sadly.
And I'll be that:
I'll take your side.
If I'm the only one,
I'm used to that.
I've been alone,
I'd rather be
The half of us,
The least of you,
The best of me.
Rachel passed Quinn to Blaine as she continued to serenade the girl, the gleeks dancing all around them.
And I will be
I'll be your prince,
I'll be your saint,
I will go crashing through fences
In your name. I will, I swear -
I'll be someone to fall back on!
Blaine lead Quinn back to a seat in the front as Rachel neared the end of her song.
I'll be the one who waits,
And for as long as you'll let me,
I will be the one you need.
I'll be someone to fall back on
The rest of the kids made their way back to their seats, leaving Rachel the only one left standing.
I'll be someone to fall back on
one to fall back on...
The applause came immediately after she finished, Quinn herself getting up to hug the songbird. Rachel returned the embrace as the kids around them continued to clap, all the while looking in different places.
Mercedes and Brittany looked concernedly at Santana who looked ready to pop a vein as she sent Rachel the iciest glare she could muster.
Artie stared confusedly at Sugar who seemed a little too off-put by the performance for his liking.
Kurt and Blaine beamed at Rachel, proud of their friend's performance.
And Rachel. Rachel just continued to gaze at Quinn.
Thursday
Just as Quinn sat down with her lunch, two of her favorite people bombarded her. Mercedes slid into the seat on her left as Blaine did the same on her right. "What can I do for you guys?" She barely looked up, too heavily concentrated on the bacon-covered cheeseburger in her hand. Sue would kill her if she saw, but she honestly couldn't help herself. She prayed Becky wasn't lurking in the shadows, as per usual.
The two brunettes shared a look across Quinn before addressing the blonde between them. "You got serenaded yesterday…" Mercedes started.
"Twice." Blaine added.
"Yup." Quinn shrugged. "I've got great friends. Who clearly wanted to show me that they're there for me. I appreciated it."
"Quinn, we care about you." Blaine started slowly "And we're not serenading you."
"Guess Rachel and Santana like me more." The girl joked as she closed her eyes in appreciation. God, how she loved bacon.
"Way more." Mercedes mumbled to herself.
Unbeknownst to Quinn, her two friends had been sent to gauge her thoughts about the performances.
"I wasn't there for Santana's number, but Brittany's told me great things." Blaine said. He scrunched his face as he watched Quinn practically inhale the burger in her hand.
"Oh yeah, it was fantastic. Definitely didn't see that one coming." She said as she finished her bite.
"Would you say that you liked it more?" Mercedes tried.
"Hmm, no." Quinn started "They were both really sweet." Both brunettes rolled their eyes.
Finishing her lunch, Quinn now gave her friends her undivided attention, "Did you both come here because you wanted to talk about the songs?"
"We just wanted to know if there was anything you wanted to talk about," Blaine said slowly, making eye contact with Mercedes, "retrospective of the songs."
"Not really. I did really like them." Quinn answered. "Both Santana and Rachel have been really supportive of Sugar and I breaking up." She smiled to herself.
Quinn frowned when she noticed the unsatisfied looks on her friend's faces. "Am I missing something?"
"Of course not!" Mercedes attempted to cover. Quinn didn't look convinced. "Honest, Quinn. We just wanted to talk to you. We're glad you liked the songs."
"Yeah, it's not everyday somebody gets serenaded twice." Blaine grinned. "Rachel and Santana are both great for being there for you."
"True." Quinn agreed. "I'm a lucky girl.
Santana was pissed, and everyone around her knew it. She had spent the entire night trying to calm herself down after Rachel's performance and for a while, she had. However, when she woke in the morning, she remembered and was pissed all over again. She hadn't run into Rachel all day, and she had an inkling the shorter girl was hiding from her. She, however, was determined to give the diva a piece of her mind.
She almost let out a war cry when she spotted the girl waking to the choir room at the end of the day. Rachel spotted her, stopped walking and stared her down. Santana kept walking until they were standing toe-to-toe.
"Back off, hobbit."
"No way in hell, Satan."
"She belongs to me." Santana retorted, eyes boring into Rachel's.
"She's mine." Rachel met her glare
"You ladies plan on joining us?" Mr. Shue interrupted, opening the door. He could hear them arguing from inside the choir room.
Breaking their stare down, Santana pushed past the little diva and entered the choir room, determined to finish it afterwards. However, before she made it to her seat she heard Rachel start singing at her.
I think it's time we got this straight
Let's sit and talk face to face
There is no way you could mistake
Him for your man - are you insane
Rachel starred Santana down as the rest of the glee club looked at her in confusion. Santana, never one to back down from a challenge, stepped back up to the girl.
You see I know that you may be
Just a bit jealous of me
But you're blind if you can't see
That his love is all in me
Santana sang right back at her, circling around crooning brunette. Mr. Shue, for the life of him, couldn't figure out if they were actually having a standoff or just performing. The other gleeks didn't seem to be having that problem as they watched on anxiously.
You see I tried to hesitate
I didn't wanna say what he told me
He said without me he couldn't make
It through the day ain't that a shame
Rachel continued as she began her own circle, the two now resembling two lionesses in battle.
Maybe you misunderstood
Cause I can't see how he could
Wanna change something that's so good
Because my love is all it took
Puck and Sam seemed to be readying themselves to breakup a fight that seemed highly likely with the tension crackling like lightning as the two nemesis sang the next verse.
You need to give it up
Had about enough
It's not hard to see
The boy is mine
I'm sorry that you
Seem to be confused
He belongs to me
The boy is mine
Mercedes and Blaine shared a look before they both looked at Quinn. She looked beyond lost. She was the only one at this point.
Must you do the things you do
Keep on acting like a fool
You need to know it's me not you
And if you didn't know it girl it's true
Santana was back in Rachel's face hoping to intimidate the smaller girl into backing down.
I think that you should realize
And try to understand why
He is a part of my life
I know it's killing you inside
Rachel refused to back down. Not when it was Quinn's heart on the line.
You can't destroy this love I found
You're silly games I won't allow
The boy is mine without a doubt
You might as well throw in the towel
The closer Rachel got to her face, the more frustrated Santana got, and it showed in her voice.
What makes you think that he wants you
When I'm the one that brought him to
This special place in my heart
Cause he was my love right from from the start
Rachel seemed to be feeling the frustration as well, as her voice rose in pitch.
The boy is mine
A hard glare.
Not yours
Sam and Puck moved closer.
But mine
Quinn knitted her eyebrows.
Not yours
Tina looked on the verge of tears.
But mine
Brittany yelled for them to stop the violence.
Not yours
Sugar hid behind her hands.
But mine
Finn prayed to Cheesus.
I'm sorry that you
Seem to be confused
He belongs to me
The boy is mine
As the song finished, Puck and Sam were on the floor separating the girls as Santana shoved the pouncing girl out of her face. The whole room broke out into commotion as Mr. Shue got in the middle of the girls who, though being held back, were still trying to get at each other. "Whoa whoa whoa! What's going on here?!" He yelled at the two girls, neither pausing to answer.
"Figgin's office! Now!"
With the strength of both Puck and Sam, he got both girls out of the room and lead them down to Figgin's office, leaving the rest of the kids sitting in silence. All astonished by the fight that had just broke out. None more astonished than Quinn, though.
"What the hell was that?" Quinn's confusion broke the silence and suddenly all eyes were on her. Nobody answered her, though. "Who are they fighting over?" She tried again.
"You." Everybody turned to look at Sugar who had relayed the soft answer.
As the girl made her way out of the room, Quinn sat in stunned silence. "They were fighting over me?"
I so badly wanted to use Jackson & McCarthy's "The Girl is Mine" but it was Just. Too. Slow. I am sorry.
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