Disclaimer: I only own the emotional and cheesy parts.
(Quinn's P.O.V.)
I'm so glad being the HBIC has its perks. First off, I found out that not only is Mandee a desperate slore who wishes she could be higher than the second group on the pyramid, she also got Jewfro to say those things about S and Rach. And surprise, surprise, she did it by giving him a pair of her underwear. She's so easy.
What she didn't know, is even though the disgusting camera nerd is turned on by powerful women, he is also extremely intimidated by them. So, I guess you can say I intimidated the information and the video of an exclusive interview with Mandee out of him.
And by intimidated, I mean I had two jocks hold him down while grinding my 'fuck me' heels against his crotch. Of course I had Brittany record it all. She's so sexy behind a camera.
Anyway, S is still ignoring Britt and I's calls and texts and I can only guess Rachel is doing the same to Puck. Speaking of which he had texted me and told me to come to the science lab because he "got her, but the Jew in her is being very persistent". Which, whatever the hell that means, I didn't even know Puck knew the word persistent, let alone how to spell it. Guess while being Rachel's Jewbro, he picked up a few things.
So now, I'm walking down the empty corridor because this is my free period. I would have gym right now, but since I'm a Cheerio and Sue's bat shit crazy, I don't have to take it. It isn't until I pass the janitorial closet that I realize I'm not alone.
I hear whimpering noises, but as I move closer the sound becomes more distinct and I realize it's Santana. She's in the closet crying and as I open it, I can see her trying to pull herself together, but we both know it's a futile attempt.
"S?" She looked up and I could see the redness in her eyes, even in the dimly lit closet.
"I'm not crying Fabray, so don't say it. I just came in here to nap and these outdated chemicals are burning my eyes, okay." She sniffled. It broke my heart but I know this is how San deals with these types of things. Heartbreak. Disappointment. Abandonment. You get the pattern.
"I wasn't going to say that, S. But this is kind of ironic. You're right back in the closet like it's freshman year all over again."
"Haha, Fabray. What would I do without your smart mouth?"
"I don't know, but can you answer me this question?" She looked at me and I saw the answer in her eyes.
"What happened after you left the party, San?" She turned her head but I brought it back in my direction with my finger on her chin.
"Tell me, please. I'm trying to help you." Maybe that was the wrong thing to say because she jumped up with fuel fired eyes.
"Well fuck me, Fabray, did you ever stop to think that maybe I don't want your help? That maybe, just for once, I could fuck up all by my lonesome?" I laughed at her because she obviously misunderstood where I was coming from.
"No. You're right. I never thought of it. You want to know why? Because I never had to. This was always us, together. Before Rachel, before Puck, hell even before Brittany, it was me and you. Santana and Quinn, kicking ass and taking names since diapers. So do you want to try to explain to me why in the hell I wouldn't want to help the girl who's been more of a sister to me than my actual sister, get what could be the love of her life back? Because frankly, I don't get it." I'm actually out of breath by the time I'm done talking and my voice must have been elevating the entire time because Santana looks slightly scared and there's a more noticeable distance between us now.
"It's not fair, you know." She says to me as her shoulders slump and I sigh as I look to her questioningly.
"What's not fair?" She pulls down a bucket and a crate off the shelf for us to sit on and I take my seat next to her.
"This. This entire situation. For instance, you guys are so wrapped up in my crap that nobody has even taken a second to congratulate you and Britt on the awesome couple sex you've clearly had." I laugh and shake my head, because I know what she's doing. She's deflecting. It's what we do best. And maybe she's not ready to say what happened with her and Rach, and maybe I'm fine with that for now. I just need my best friend to be all right again.
I finally reply to Puck and I smile in San's direction. I realize the situation is slowly getting a bit better when I get a small one in return.
To Puck: Change of plans. Ran into San. We're talking right now so I'll text Brittany, she'll help you with Rachel.
A.N.: Not really gonna focus on Santana's bits for right now. I'm more in a Rachel mood. :P