A/N: I feel bad when I do something you guys don't like. :( Once again, I promise that Quinntana is end game!
PS: Dianna posted a F. Scott Fitzgerald quote today, and I got so excited :) Reminded me of this story.
My Green Light: Chapter 6
Santana and Rachel walked into school the next week, hand in hand. Puck was obviously happy about their relationship for his own disgusting reasons. Brittany was happy as well, which made Santana relieved. And surprisingly, their first date was really fun. Rachel had taken her to the pumpkin patch which seemed lame at first, but they ended up just walking and talking about everything. It was nice, and it took Santana's mind off the person she was dreading to see that day. Right on cue, Ms. Fabray was walking towards them, probably headed to her class. She glanced at Santana and Rachel's joined hands, and something flashed in her eyes. Was it hurt? No, it couldn't be, Santana thought. Meanwhile, Quinn was trying to compose herself. How had Santana moved on so fast? Was the kiss merely an experiment? Maybe a dare? Quinn couldn't help but think that maybe Santana had been playing her the whole time. Now the blonde was angry. Angry at Santana and Rachel. This was probably some kind of sick joke. And to think that Quinn actually felt something for her student. The blonde quickly composed herself as she got ready for her third period; the class that the Latina was in. Students started to file in, but not Santana. She was probably making out with her new "girlfriend". Quinn scoffed in her head, and then wrote something on the board. Right after that, Santana walked in and took her usual seat next to Puck. She planned to avoid eye contact with her teacher for the rest of the year, because she knew if she looked into those captivating eyes, she would be done for. Plus, she was dating Rachel now. She shouldn't even be thinking about other girls. Or women for that matter.
"Hello everyone." Ms. Fabray said a little more coldly than usual. Santana didn't fail to notice, but she was confused as to why. "So I just wanted to say that this class is going to be getting much more harder." There were groans all around the classroom, but Quinn ignored them. "I've been easy on you guys so far, but that's all over now. It's junior year, which is the most important year in high school. If you've been falling behind so far, good luck keeping up now." Santana couldn't help but think that Quinn was saying this all directly to her. "So guess what? You guys have a 1000 word essay due in two days on symbolism in the Great Gatsby." Ms. Fabray said with a smile. "I'd get started on it now if I were you." Santana shook her head.
"This is such bullshit." Santana muttered to herself.
"Tell me about it." Puck said. "Whatever. Not like I'm gonna do it anyway." He shrugged. Santana just rolled her eyes. Maybe she could ask Rachel for help. She couldn't wait for the lunch bell to ring. As of now, Santana couldn't think of anything to write down. She hadn't gotten that deep into the book to think about symbolism. Meanwhile, she could see Adrianna writing away on her paper while talking to Quinn. This made Santana want to actually understand the book, so she picked up her novel and continued to read. She knew that Gatsby had to symbolize something. He was just a simple man who lived an extraordinary life to please the woman he loved. In some way, the Latina admired Gatsby. How he did anything and everything for one thing: his true love. It was sort of uplifting, but she would never admit that. Before she could even write down anything, the bell rang. She quickly packed up her stuff and started to walk out, but a voice stopped her.
"Santana can I see you for a minute?" Quinn asked softly. This reminded Santana of the situation that took place the other day. "Oh no, it's just about school." She quickly added. Santana nodded and waited for her to continue. "I noticed you haven't turned in your character analysis for the last chapter of Gatsby. I just wanted to let you know that it's probably going to bring your grade down to a C." Santana scoffed.
"Um, excuse me? You said I could have one more week!" The Latina whined. Quinn just shrugged.
"I changed my mind. I've let you get away with enough already."
"This is so unfair." Santana said under her breath. "Thanks for being an amazing teacher." She added with a sarcastic smile and walked out. Quinn shook her head. She didn't even know why she was being so hard on her student. She felt horrible now. Santana quickly walked to the cafeteria, and Rachel lit up when she saw her. Santana leaned down, placing a soft peck on her girlfriend's lips and sat next to her.
"How was your day?" Rachel asked with a soft smile.
"Tiring." Santana groaned. "I just found out that my grade's dropping to a C in English."
"What?" Rachel asked concerned. "I thought Ms. Fabray really liked you."
"Yeah, I guess not." Santana said, but more so to herself.
"I'm sorry baby." Rachel said sincerely as she took the Latina's hand in hers. Santana gave her an appreciative smile and squeezed her hand. On the other side of the cafeteria, Quinn was sitting at the faculty table with Tina, or Mrs. Chang, the drama teacher. The blonde couldn't stop staring at Santana and Rachel. She was doing secretly, of course. Quinn was barely even listening to Tina.
"So you're up for it right?" Tina asked. Quinn honestly hadn't been listening to anything she was saying.
"Huh?" Quinn replied. Tina giggled.
"The art gallery opening. I told you about it last week, and you said you were up to coming with me and my friends." The blonde nodded.
"Oh yeah." She smiled. "Of course I'm still up for it. It's this friday right?"
"Yep." Tina said as she took a sip of her water. "I think you'll like them."
"Good. I could use a night out." Quinn sighed.
X.
Coming friday evening, Quinn was looking forward to the art gallery opening. She was wearing a simple, black dress with her hair down and natural. She looked good, but not too over dressed. The drive wasn't too long, thankfully. When she got there, she saw Tina and two guys standing outside the entrance. Quinn fixed herself up real quick and went to meet them.
"Quinn!" Tina said excitedly as she saw the blonde approaching.
"Hey." Quinn responded with a smile.
"I'd like you to meet my husband, Mike." Quinn smiled and shook his hand as she introduced herself as well. "And this is Kurt." Kurt was dressed very nicely, and seemed like a fun guy. Quinn talked to him for a bit about different books. His favorite was Gatsby, which was such a coincidence. Kurt reminded her a lot of Mercedes. She would have to introduce them sometime.
"Shall we head in?" Tina smiled. They all nodded and went into the gallery. It was amazing. Quinn had always been one to appreciate and admire art. Actually, one of her favorite hobbies was photography, so she spent a lot of time looking at that part of the gallery. She was about to go back to her group, until she spotted two girls out of the corner of her eye. Santana and Rachel. They were holding hands and giggling at one of the pictures on the wall. Quinn pretended not to notice them and looked at a random one on the wall near her.
"It looks like a fucking cucumber." Santana laughed. Rachel playfully hit her shoulder.
"Stop being so ignorant babe." But Rachel had to admit, the picture did look like a cucumber. It was Rachel that then noticed Ms. Fabray, but she didn't say anything. Santana and Rachel hadn't discussed Santana's attraction towards her teacher. Rachel only assumed that it was just a small crush that wouldn't turn into something more now that they were dating. Besides, in Rachel's mind, there was no way anything could happen between them.
"Babe?" Santana looked at her girlfriend with concern.
"Hm?" Rachel replied.
"You just seemed out of it for a second there."
"I'm fine." Rachel smiled reassuringly.
"Okay good." The Latina leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Rachel's cheek. "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back." She winked. Rachel just nodded as she continued to look at other pictures on the wall. Meanwhile, Santana made her way to the woman's bathroom. She went straight for the sinks and began to fix herself in the mirror. She was wearing a simple red dress with her hair to the side. As she was applying more lip gloss, the door eagerly pushed open. Santana didn't bother to look back yet, until she felt someone's presence right behind her. Before she could do anything, the voice stopped her.
"Do you realize how much you're killing me?" It whispered into her ear. Quinn. Santana gulped and shook her head. However, when she turned around, the blonde was already gone. The Latina was breathing heavily. What had just happened? Santana looked at herself in the mirror and tried to compose herself as best as she could. She slowly and cautiously made her way out of the bathroom, and back to Rachel. Her girlfriend was still in the photography section, and thankfully, there was no sign of Quinn.
"What took you so long?" Rachel asked with concern as she approached the Latina.
"Stomach ache." Santana quickly lied.
"Maybe we should go home then." Rachel said as she took Santana's hand in hers. The Latina just blankly nodded.
X.
Quinn stood in a corner across the bathroom. What had she just done? Not only had she triggered something between her and her student, but she had also given Santana more of a reason to be confused about her feelings. She knew that the brunette felt something for her; she could see it in her eyes. Quinn didn't know what came over her when she did what she did. Seeing Santana happy with Rachel just made her feel almost lost. That was all the blonde could really describe it as. She wanted to be the one to make the Latina laugh. She wanted to be able to take her out on dates and hold her hand. But she couldn't. Somehow, though, she just couldn't accept that.
A/N: Not the best chapter, to be honest. I'd love to see some POSITIVE suggestions on where you'd like this story to go. I'll take everything into consideration. I know a lot of you aren't big fans of Pezberry and once again, I'm sorry. Thank you for those who do, and those who read the story anyway.