Chapter Five
By the time the last school bell rung, Quinn was just pulling up into an unfamiliar parking lot.
Her attitude remained firmly in place however, this was still a high school she was walking into and she is still born to rule.
She made her way confidently to the front doors, head held high and attitude on maximum just to ensure anyone she walked past knew exactly who topped their food chain, only to be greeted by a step halting smirk.
"Hey Q," Santana greeted nonchalantly from her post leaning against a nearby wall. "First you try to make me believe you're cool with the whole Berry thing…"
"I am," Quinn interrupted. "I am handling that whole thing just fine."
"That thing, this thing, you don't seem to be handling anything terribly well. Do you even know you just pulled up at the wrong high school?"
"I have business here Santana. So if you'll excuse me…"
"Where exactly did you leave Berry last night?"
"What the hell are you talking about Santana? She was with me."
"Is that so? Well you did a good job playing fiancée there Fabray."
The blonde let out a growl in response. She was already bristling about her lack of forward thinking the night before that resulted in Rachel giving her that… hurt look… that she just couldn't get out of her head.
She looked at Santana once more, about to bark leaving orders, not caring if the other girl carried them out or not. A little yelling would take the edge of her stress at least.
However, Santana once again managed to open her mouth first.
"After a little digging post your little lounge room bitch out, I got reports saying that she got plastered with the cold stuff in a movie theatre bathroom. Are you sure you're handling this? Never mind handling it well, I'm talking about at all."
"It's none of your business."
"Yes it is. I introduced the happy couple after all," Santana replied, her tone too serious for Quinn to remain comfortable hearing it.
She was saved from having to formulate a suitable response since apparently Santana wasn't finished.
"That and people are asking if you'd given me 'orders' to go and 'straighten things out' with those wannabes. People think we have a hella strange relationship."
"They do," the blonde agreed, not knowing what to make of that information either, her fingers moving to massage her temples.
Santana nodded and made a show of stretching out her limbs.
"Right. So did you want me to go straighten things out or what?," she asked as she wandered over to stand next to Quinn, ready to match the girl's stride once she stepped back out onto the warpath.
"No Santana, go home to B or something. I'll deal with this on my own," the blonde replied as she readied herself.
"Oh look, just because I like to stir things up with you doesn't mean that I'm willing to let you march your ass into a beating. This is their school by the way and you're all alone."
"So you're here to stop me?"
"No genius, I'm here to watch because I was bored."
Quinn turned to her then, thinking over whether to just smack the girl right there.
In her current mood she'd give even Santana a run for her money. Or so she hoped. As uncaring as the girl was about seemingly everything but Brittany, she was still freakishly strong.
Deciding it would be better to focus on the task at hand, Quinn contented herself with a frown directed straight a girl.
"Just go away Santana."
"Bored… and I feel like tipping the odds a little in your favour."
"No. They crossed me and I'll defend her on my own."
Santana's eyebrows went up at that.
"Her… dammit… me! I'll defend me on my own."
"Well alright. But I'm gonna stand here anyway. My presence should help. Just because I'm awesome like that."
Quinn nodded as walked through a door, turning her head back to call at Santana once more.
"Don't jump come marching in there like some messed up cavalry even if you think I need you."
"I don't answer to you!," the brunette called back.
"Just… whatever ok? If I take a long time, I'm the one laying the beat down alright?"
"Yeah yeah. Scratch what I said earlier. I didn't come here because I thought you needed help or anything. Go get 'em tiger!"
"Shut up Santana."
The Latina giggled uncharacteristically to herself before being surprised to feel a familiar weight leaning on her side.
She turned her head to find a tall blonde smiling cutely at her. The Latina thought about how she would have been all over that if they hadn't been standing outside the doors of some other high school with their sometimes friend inside about to raise some hell.
Moments later, she remembered she didn't really care about that and grabbed Brittany around the waist, pressing her up gently against a wall and greeting her with insistent lips.
When they finally parted, the blonde smiled sweetly at her.
"B? What are you doing here babe?," Santana whispered, her forehead still pressed against the blonde's.
"I followed my instincts and found you here. I thought Rachel would want to come so I brought her too."
On cue Rachel Berry stared at the couple, a frown etched firmly on her face.
"I was told we were to meet Quinn but all I've met with is a very much uncomfortable scene during which I've had to watch you two attempt to devour each other in front of a strange rival high school. I know people think I'm a prude – I'm not by the way I just haven't found the right one – but I'm quite sure that even people thought I wasn't I would still wait until we were in the privacy of our own school hallways."
"But you have found the right one," Brittany replied.
"Exactly how much of my sentence…s did you actually listen to Brit?"
"Oh just relax Berry we were just saying hello."
"I don't even like any of these people walking around but I think you two have traumatized them with your type of kissing. You looked like you were trying for children."
"Had to busy myself with something since your fiancée refused to take me out to play."
"Quinn? She's in there? You let her walk in there all on her own? There are too many slushies in there! Santana!," Rachel said as she smacked the other girl.
"Relax you damn angry elf!," Santana replied as she rubbed her arm. "It's a school, not a 7-Eleven and she's a big girl, I'm sure she can handle it."
The blonde in question was at that moment posed at the school's main hallway.
She grabbed the nearest boy by the scruff of his collar and tossed him against a wall Sue Sylvester style.
"Bring me to your cheerleading captain," she growled dangerously at him.
The boy merely gaped at her before a quivering lip parted to let out terrified words.
"I can't go in there! They'll hurt me!"
"Not as much as I will if you make me repeat myself. Besides, if you get me there fast enough I'll let you escape before things really get explosive."
"Who are you?," he whispered up at her, fear seeping from his very breath.
"I'm just a girl with a bitch and a blonde for apparent best friends and a diva for a fiancée. But right now I am very, very pissed off with your school and your mere existence is about to set me off so … cheerleading captain now please, or death will come."
Quinn let go of the boy and watched him scamper off while she used long strides to follow him, the sea of students parting for her in nervous awe.
"To what do I owe the pleasure Fabray?," the resident HBIC asked as Quinn walked straight into her territory.
"You tell me. It's one thing to attack each other but what your minions did were completely uncalled for. Either own up that it was your idea so I can ram my fist into your face or bring them to me right now."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," the other captain replied.
Not caring if she was being honest or not Quinn marched towards her anyway, her speed and expression making the other girl gulp as she stood to meet her.
"Those little bitches went wilder than they should have and last night they crossed the wrong person. What I want to know is do you want this to continue as a discussion or turn into a brawl?"
"You've brought Santana with you?," the other girl asked, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face.
"She's posing outside but right now… you should be worried about me."
The other cheerleader called a trio of names. Judging by her tone it was obvious this wasn't the first time the trio had caused trouble for her. They sauntered in mockingly, though apparently they still held their captain in medium regard.
They showed up after all.
Quinn turned to them, eyes blazing.
She knew not so random acts of violence at other schools were unlikely to make Rachel any happier than she was so Quinn was prepared to go with good old fashioned McKinley cheerio promises.
"If you three come near my fiancée again," she started as she walked towards the girl in the middle. "I will rip your ponytails out of your heads… with my bare hands and then make you watch as Santana burns them in front of your faces."
"Oh please Fabray, as if you would," the leader girl got out before her words were strangled in her throat as Quinn took her ponytail in a death grip as promised and yanked as hard as she could.
The other girls in the room winced in pain as they watched the biggest trouble maker on their squad fall to her knees in pain, tears streaming from her eyes, some would later swear that the McKinley HBIC had yanked so hard they heard a ripping sound and blood dripping on the floor.
"Am I understood?," Quinn whispered into the girl's ear.
"Yes," the girl cried.
"Is there anything you'd like me to pass on to my fiancée?," Quinn asked as she yanked again, just as hard, making the other girls gasp at another strangled cry.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I swear we'll never do anything like that again!"
"That's nice," Quinn said as she was satisfied. She let go of the girl and made a show of wiping her hands on her skirt as if she'd been touching something dirty.
Throwing another look back into the room as she walked out she nodded at her counterpart HBIC.
"I'll see you at Nationals."
The other girl dumbly nodded as another cheerleader ran into the room and almost fell, distraught at her feet.
"Captain! Somebody flooded the field locker rooms with slushies. It's all over the mascot costumes, our props… they covered our cars!"
"I also brought slushies," Brittany announced nonchalantly as she waited outside with Santana and Rachel. "I don't have them anymore though."
"What exactly did you do with them?," Santana asked.
"Nothing, it was Rachel's idea. I thought I was going to have to bribe the slushie people with lady with kisses but Rachel started talking and they agreed just to get her to stop."
"That's my girl," Santana said sincerely, making a grossed out face as it was Rachel who answered her.
"Why thank you Santana. That's very sweet of you to say."
"Not you Berry!"
"What was sweet of her to say?," Quinn asked as she was surprised to find three smiling people waiting for her rather than the expected one scowling one.
"Oh you're back," Santana said with an uncaring wave. "Well this is boring now, I'm out and I'm taking B with me so handle this one on your own."
Just like that Rachel was pushed in front of Quinn and caught in warm, stable arms.
They looked at each other for a moment, neither really knowing what to say.
A beep from a nearby vehicle with two cheerios happily smirking and waving at them quickly broke the moment.
"What are you waiting for Berry?," Santana called from the driver's side window. "Say hello!"
Rachel quickly blushed and started to find the floor excessively interesting as Quinn was left wondering what was happening whilst she busied herself with ass kicking.
When the heat in her cheeks had subsided, the shorter brunette raised her eyes once again to find Quinn looking at her with a small reassuring smile.
"I talked to Kurt," Rachel said softly.
"He told me," the blonde nodded.
"And by 'told you' you mean he gave you a speech and you thought it was a good idea to listen to the most dramatic person at our school?," Rachel said as she pushed Quinn's chest gently. "Wait, forget I said that, I am the most dramatic person at our school!"
"You're definitely the most dramatic person at our school," the blonde replied, her smile turning swiftly into a smirk.
"This isn't the time for flattery Quinn, I'm trying to have a serious moment here," Rachel said as she offered a grin of her own. "Now I demand we run that through again."
"Can I be honest for a minute?," Quinn asked before she let the brunette set of on a detailed Rachel rant.
"Of course."
"I'm really sick of being so serious," she declared.
"Oh," Rachel said, taking a breath while formulating a reply. "Would you… like me to crack a joke? I know one about some giraffes and elephants. Or was it zebras? I can't remember that well but it's a joke involving some animals. But these animals talk, which is the entire basis of the joke's humour. Should I call Kurt and have him google it?"
"No Rachel that's alright," Quinn replied with a chuckle. "You don't need to call Kurt just to have him google animal jokes."
"It really was very funny though! Perhaps it was about hippos... hippos are generally seen as being funny animals aren't they?"
"Let's just go play somewhere," the blonde interrupted with a nudge. "Anywhere."
Rachel regarded that thought for a moment before nodding slowly.
"Though that sounds nice, we'll need to pause that thought for a moment Quinn, there's this thing that I need you to have a look at," she replied before handing Quinn several pieces of paper that literally looked like they were fought over.
"What is all of this?"
"Coach Sylvester hit me with it earlier, literally, I think she may have left marks on my head. Anyway I think she wants both of us to sign it. She said something when she handed it to me after the hitting but you know how most things she says come out just as growling to me? Well that happened again. It seems to have Mr. Schuester's signature on it too but it's kind of scribbly like someone forced it out of him. I imagine it was done through a headlock with possible back prodding.
Generally some or all of the things Rachel had just reported would have gotten more of a reaction from the blonde in front of her but as Quinn flipped through the pages she found she had much less energy to think that she had just the moment before. One gets that feeling when all the blood rushes from their head.
Rachel looked at the girl who's visage turning paler by the second.
"Quinn are you alright? You look like I look when Mr. Schuester denies me those much deserved solos in favour of group bonding."
"Rachel did you read this? It's a prenup! This has stuff about kids!," she yelled as she let Rachel pull them to the car.
"It does speak of our future children. Yes."
"Eldest daughter… second daughter… how many kids does she expect us to have?"
"Who knows Quinn, but honestly if she expects so many to be on the cheerio squad we're going to have to have rather a lot so that some can be in theater at least… apparently none are allowed to be in glee."
"Rachel are you hearing yourself? Oh my God! You signed this!"
"I am. And I did. Don't sound so surprised Quinn! It's written up to actually be quite fair."
"It was written by Coach Sylvester!"
"Again Quinn, we already knew that, now if you could just sign it, I was told that we need to mail copies to Brittany and Santana soon so they can regard it as a 'sample' while Coach drafts a prenup of their own."
"What exactly is going on here? Usually when I cause trouble more trouble comes from it," Santana suddenly asked as she remembered their exchange with Quinn and Rachel.
Britanny smiled at her girlfriend, nuzzling into Santana's neck.
"But they look good together, even though they don't think they're together," the blonde whispered, pouting when the other girl pulled away only to pace around the room. "I think you did something nice for them San."
"What? No! That can't happen! Come on B, get your cute butt up. We have some planning to do," Santana replied, subtly evading when Brittany tried to pull her down again.
"But baby the bus is leaving early tomorrow and Coach Sylvester will kill us if we're late, can't we just share lady kisses until we have to go?
"I can't believe I forgot all about that… Brit! You're a genius!"
"You're doing that evil glare thing again San."
"Sexy?"
"Totally. But it's making me a little worried."
"Don't worry baby, this is gonna work!"
A.N
As always, thank you for reading and thank you for the comments!
I really like it when Quinn and San retract their fangs and turn into kitty cats around Rachel and Brit but it's nice to see them hit the badass switch once in a while! ^^