Thursday: Days Until Prom: 16
"Hey Rach." Finn sidled up next to her easily because of his long legs, "I heard a weird rumor that you were going to prom with Jesse St. James." He knew that Quinn was right when she sad that he didn't need a girlfriend, but he still cared about Rachel. And he knew that Jesse St. James was really bad for her.
"Well, we're going as friends." Rachel sniffed primly, "You and Quinn are going together, correct?" she asked curiosuly, "I know that you were having some arguments." Finn blinked. Was she really so out of the loop that she didn't know they had broken up?
"No. She broke up with me." Finn informed her. Rachel's eyes lit up.
:Well, if you'd like, you could go with Jesse and I….unless, of course, you had something else in mind…?" she stated pointedly. Finn understood that she wanted him to ask her to prom, but he hesitated. He took a deep breath.
"I think I'm just going to go alone. I really need to work on fixing myself right now by myself." Finn felt proud that he was sticking to the plan. Rachel looked at him in surprise, but she also seemed quite impressed.
"Okay. I admire your conviction to your self-health….but Finn, we have ti dance together atleast once." Rachel petitioned and Finn knew she wouldn't give up. Plus, it's not like it would really hurt anyone, right?
"Okay." Finn agreed. He knew that even though she was going with Jesse St. Jerk that he would be able to watch over her.
"Hi Artie!" Quinn nearly skipped over to him. Artie shut his locker, smiling up at her.
"Hey honeybear….no?" he raised an eyebrow at her expression.
"Nah-uh snookums." Quinn stated, deadpan. Artie opened his mouth to reply, but he was cut off.
"Hey, check it out, my girlfriend is doing community service with the crip." Quinn tensed and Artie noticed.
"Hello Shelton. How are you still even going to this school? First homophobia, then harrassment, general douchebaggery, ecetera…back off my girlfriend!" Artie wheeled in between the two of them. Quinn slipped her hair behind her ear, feelings sufficently mixed. She was happy and felt warm with protection because of his actions, but couldn't help the spike of fear and guilt because he was putting himself in danger for her sake.
"Oh, what are you going to do? Roll over my foot?" Shelton taunted. "Besides, why would she ever want half a man when she could have me?" he sneered. Artie winced,seeing as Shelton had unknowingly hit his biggest nerve.
"Just back the fuck off!" Quinn snapped and both men looked at hger in surprise. It was not often that you heard the girl curse. "Why can't you just leave us alone?" she asked, exasperated.
"Well baby-" Then Shelton made the mistake of trying to p[ass Artie to get to Quinn.
"She obviously doesn't want to be near you! So, as her boyfriend, I'm obligated to keep you away." And that was the only warning Artie gave, before collapsing both hands together and swinging them straight into Shelton's groin. Shelton let out a very undignified squeak, dropping to his knees and clutching at that area.
"He's more of a man than you'll ever be." Quinn sniffed disdainfully, "And look at that, he didn't even need his legs to level you." Artie rolled up behind her, knocking her own legs out from under her, forcing her to sit on his lap, then he took off.
"Quick Bonnie! Let's make a getaway before he recovers!" Artie sped down the hall. Quinn giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and crossing her legs.
"You got it Clyde." She chirped, kissing him on the cheek. Then she giggled.
"What?" Artie asked once they were far evough away. He slowed down slightly, and was pleased when Quinn still didn't release her hold on him. Quinn glanced at him, light blush covering her cheeks. She kissed his cheek again.
"Nothing, this is just the most fun I've had in awhile." She admitted, nuzzling into his neck, "take me to first period?" she asked, not lifting her face from her neck. He shivered as her breath warmed his neck, and after that, how could he say no?
Plus, he wouldn't complain when she got up and kissed him outside of the classroom, where everyone else could see. He loved their shock. As he rolled away towards his first class of the day, he popped his collar, smirking.
Hell yeah, he did have the most popular chick in the school as his girlfriend.
Santana stumbled away from the door, she knew that one day it would come back to bite her in the ass that she didn't knock.
"Brittany!" she finally broke out of her shock and shrieked. This cause Brittany to pull her tongue from the throat of the girl Santana didn't recognize.
"Hey Sanny!" she chirped, like she had done nothing wrong, like she hadn't cheated on Santana.
"What the hell?" Santana growled, stepping back inside and slamming the door shut behind her. "You!" she snapped, pointing to the helpless girl, "Out!" she commanded, pointing at the door. The girl took one look at Santana's livid face and scrambled away. Brittany tilted her head, obviously confused.
"Santana? Why are you being mean?" Brittany asked sadly. Santana gaped at her in disbelief.
"Brittany, you cheated on me!" Santana waved her arms in the air, not really sure what else to do with them. Brittany jumped off the couch, disbelief now written on all her features.
"What? No I didn't!" she objected. Santana opened and closed her mouth a few times, not really sure what to say. She gestured between Brittany and the couch a few times.
"I just saw you!" Santana managed to spit out.
"What?" Brittany was still confused, "Santana, you were the one that told me it's not cheating if the plumbing's the same, it's just two friends talking with their mouths really close!" Santana gaped for a second longer, then burst into laughter.
"Oh! No, Britt, I'm sorry. That's cheating. I just told you it wasn't so that you wouldn't feel guilty about cheating on Artie." Relief filled Santana's features, "Oh thank god…" she mumbled, walking into the kitchen to help herself to a drink.
"What?" the pure, clear anger in Brittany's voice was what made Santana immediately turn around. It was rare that Brittany ever got angry. She had her arms crossed now and she looked absoloutly livid. "You lied to me?"
"Brittany, it doesn't matter!" Santana started to get annoyed. "It's not like you still care about Artie, god." She rolled her eyes.
"I do still care about Artie!" Brittany objected, "He's my friend and you tricked me in to hurting him! That's not even the point! I defended you when he told me you were lying! But he was right…" Brittany's face crumbled.
"Britt-Britt…" Santana stated softly, attempting to gather the other girl in her arms, but being pushed away.
"No! I don't want to talk to you right now Santana! Leave please!" Brittany turned so she wasn't facing her, arms still crossed.
Santana stared at her back for a few seconds, before shaking her head. "You know what, fine, go be happy with cripple boy for all I care!" Santana's hurt caused her to lash out one more time before slamming the door shut behind her.
R & R. I'm back! Sinfully Sined, I have your oneshot written out, but I need to type it out. I'll let you know when it's up. POOR SANTANA!