Sorry it took a while and this is short, I'm still figuring out where I want to go with this story, but I did want to update...
I don't own Glee, but I do own grammatical errors...
Enjoy!
Quinn leaned against the air conditioning duct on the rooftops and waited on the other three women to show up. She lit the cigarette dangling from her lips and looked out across the city. She supposed it wasn't all bad to be stuck here indefinitely. It could have definitely been worse, at least here she had...friends.
"You are possibly the worst angel, ever...has anyone told you that?" Santana mumbled as she and Rachel made their way across the roof.
"If I am I'm sure you're the worse hellspawn as well. Demons in love, how touching." Quinn groused back blowing out a puff of smoke. The nightmares always made her feel raw, usually a cigarette or some coffee or a beer made her feel more balanced, but her war of words with Santana was interrupting her mellow.
"San..." Rachel chastised nudging the Latina "Hello Quinn." She smiled brightly and she couldn't resist smiling back.
"Hey Rachel, how's school?" The young brunette had recently started college. Sure, she was three years late on starting college, but Quinn was proud that the girl was taking some initiative in controlling her own future. She'd also convinced Santana to do something productive with her life and the girl was now training to be a firefighter.
"Eh...my sociology professor still fails to realize how truly brilliant I am."
Quinn arched a thin eyebrow.
"She got a B+ on her last research paper." Santana shrugged.
"It was an A paper, San." Rachel pouted.
"You'll get'em next time, tiger." Santana kissed the smaller woman's temple.
"Gag me. Where's B?" She asked ashing out her cigarette.
"She should be here in a little while, she said she had business to take care of...whatever that means."
"So, what's the news? Are you leaving us or what?" Santana asked leaning back against the building's ledge and allowing Rachel to lean into her.
"Or what, I guess...for whatever reason they want me to stay here." Quinn shrugged tossing her cigarette butt over the building's side.
"And do what?" Rachel queried leaning forward.
"Good? That's all she said..." Quinn grimaced.
"Good? Really?" Santana chuckled sarcastically.
"Yep, maybe I'll be a firefighter like you, firebug."
"Yeah like you could cut it." Santana lifted her chin haughtily.
"You're probably right, I'd be better as a cop, they're better than firemen anyways." Quinn smirked.
"Hey...stop fighting you two, jeez..." Rachel sighed just as the door opposite them opened and Brittany appeared.
"Heya Brittany, guess what?" Rachel grinned widely at the tall blonde.
"Quinn's staying." Brittany smiled brightly.
"How'd you...?"
"I've got friends in high places." Brittany giggled her blue eyes sparkling.
"So, did your friends tell you what the hell I'm suppose to do here and don't you dare say good, I'm an angel I get good."
Brittany shrugged and smiled slightly her eyes dropping coyly. Quinn knew she knew something, but for whatever reason she wasn't telling. She frowned and crossed her arms feeling out of the left out of the loop, which she hated.
"Whatever, I'm going home..." Quinn growled standing and disappearing.
"What's her issue?" Santana groused after the guardian had disappeared.
"Don't worry Sanny, Quinnie's a complex person she's going to be alright..." Brittany rocked on her heels.
"There's something you're not telling us, B." Santana arched her brow suspicious of her best friend's behavior.
"I can't tell you." The tall blonde shrugged avoiding the Latina's gaze.
"Why not?" Rachel piped up.
"Rules."
"There's too damn many of 'em if you ask me." Santana rolled her eyes.
"Still can't tellya, Sanny...just you know trust me...it's gonna be alright." Brittany smile brightly. "Now, come on let's see how well you worked on your CPR training, and this time no making out, you two."
Okay, so I know I know...let me figure completely where I want this to go and it'll get better...
Ink