A/N: Whoa, it's been a few days. Sorry about that. The holiday, shopping, and The Big Bang Theory kind of took over my life for a few days. Anyway! I hope I don't anger some people with this chapter, but I felt I needed some drama, so here we go...
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~Chapter 19~
Previously: "Blimey, Lopez, have you forgotten that I'm a lesbian?" Hermione called out. Sam put her down quickly.
"You are?" He gasped out melodramatically, before placing his hand over his heart.
"This is why we are friends," the British girl smiled fondly at the blonde boy before wrapping her arms around him again. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sam!" She called out over her shoulder while dragging away a confused Latina.
"So…who was that?" Growled the raven-haired Cheerio.
"Jealous, Lopez?" Teased Hermione, as she linked their arms together.
"No! I just—he—I'm—here, I brought you tacos," Santana grumbled out, earning a smirk from the wavy-haired brunette.
A few nights later, Santana was lying next to Hermione, trying to build up enough courage to ask the older girl about her nightmares from that first night.
"Go ahead and say what's on your mind, Lopez. You're making it difficult for me to fall asleep," Hermione grumbled with her eyes closed. Santana rolled over quickly, her eyes wide.
"…did you just read my mind?"
"Of course not. That's just ridiculous."
"Fine. What are your nightmares about?" The raven-haired Cheerio inquired softly. The British girl sighed and opened her eyes, turning to face the younger girl.
"Do you really want to know?" The Latina nodded. "I'm just scared it'll make you look at me differently…"
"Hermione, I just want to get to know you. I mean, you have been sleeping in my bed and eating my fabulous cooking for the past couple of nights," Santana teased fondly.
"Playing that card, Lopez?" The wavy-haired brunette growled playfully, before turning serious. "They're mostly about this incredibly vile woman. She's the most loyal follower of this really horrible man called Tom Riddle who led many terrorist attacks on hundreds of innocent people. I, along with several others, were part of this underground fighting force that tried to stop them. I was searching for the keys to finally destroying him with my friends when something went wrong…" She paused and took a deep breath. "We got separated and I got captured. They took me straight to their headquarters and immediately began torturing me for information. I didn't cave in the four weeks I was there and that only angered them more. I was basically given to her after that first night and she did some awful things to me…" Hermione trailed off, wiping a few stray tears away.
"You don't have to go in to detail right now if you don't want to. I understand," the dark-eyed girl murmured, throwing her arm around the other girl's waist and pulling her close.
"Thank you, San," the British teen answered quietly, with an affectionate smile before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
The next morning, Hermione got a text from Will saying that he was returning to school and she couldn't help but squeal, waking up her companion in the process.
"What's the matter?" The Latina inquired groggily, tightening her hold on the older girl.
"Will's coming back today!"
"Oh, um, well, that's great," the Cheerio replied with a forced smile, disappointed that the older girl was going to be going home tonight.
"Are you ok?" The wavy-haired brunette asked worriedly, leaning over her with concern shining in her eyes.
"Yeah, of course. C'mon, let's get ready for school," Santana muttered dejectedly as she dragged herself out of bed.
Once at school, the British girl decided to finally corner the captain of the Cheerios while she was at her locker. She hastily turned the corner and took a deep breath before walking up to the hazel-eyed girl.
"Quinn Fabray, what the hell is going on with you? You haven't talked to me for almost two weeks now," she murmured angrily. The blonde scoffed before slamming her locker to turn and face the other girl.
"Do you know what people are saying about me?" Quinn spat viciously, startling Hermione. "They are saying that being a dyke is worse than being knocked up!" Her statement caused their fellow students to fall silent and stare at the two girls.
"Uh, guys, what's—" Mike began as the rest of the New Directions joined him in the hallway.
"Who's saying that? Karofsky? What does he know about anything?" The brown-eyed girl responded exasperatedly, throwing her arms up in the air. "Why do you care so much about what other people think of you? Isn't your happiness worth more than your stupid reputation?"
"You don't get it! Popularity is everything around here and I'm not going to have my reputation tarnished again all because of you! Someone saw you take advantage of me after our mash-up! The next time you try to molest me, I will not hesitate to go to Principal Sue, so just stay the hell away from me!" The head cheerleader shrieked, causing several jaws to drop.
"Quinn, in case you've forgotten, you were the one who came to me. It was not the other way around! I was perfectly fine with our friendship the way it was until you wanted to take it to the next step."
"No, that's bullshit. You must have done something to make me so confused! Everything was fine until you showed up and pounced on me like an animal in heat like the whore that you are!" Hermione looked like she had gotten slapped across the face.
"Who are you and what have you done with the girl that I was slowly falling in love with?" She muttered sadly as a few tears trickled down her face. The British girl looked at Quinn one last time before walking away. The hazel-eyed girl looked around to her fellow glee club members who were glaring at her, disappointment shining in their eyes.
"I knew you could be cruel, Quinn, but that was low even for you," Rachel spoke evenly before hurrying after the distraught brunette.
"Quinn, what happened to you? She was changing you for the better."
"I don't want to hear it, Mercedes," the blonde Cheerio snapped as she stormed off to class.
Meanwhile, in another part of the school, Will had just been informed that Sue was firing him. He stood there, frozen in place until someone collided with him and hugged him tightly. He looked down and smiled slightly.
"Hey, Mia, everything ok?" He questioned, concern evident in his tone.
"For the most part, Will. I just…really, really missed you," Hermione responded quietly burying herself further into his warm embrace.
"It's only been a few days, sweetheart."
"I know, but I really needed one of your hugs." He hugged her back, wondering what on earth had upset his niece this much.
"You just wanna go home and watch some movies?"
"Are you suggesting I skip school, Mr. Schuester?" The British girl asked, feigning shock.
"It's only one day," the curly-haired man responded with a shrug. "Besides, I'm still not feeling too great and I just got some bad news…" He put his arm around her and led her out of the building.
"Hey, Hermione, I need your help," a voice called out warily the next day at school.
"What do you want, Miss Holliday?" The British girl snarled before slamming her locker and whipping around to face the taller woman.
"Look, I know you're pissed at me for taking over your uncle's job, but I need to talk to him," the blonde woman begged.
"Fine. Get in your car and follow me home, but if you get lost, I'm not helping you." They drove for several minutes before they pulled into the parking garage of Will's building and made their way upstairs. "Will, I'm home!"
"Hey, Mia," he called out before coming into view. "What is she doing here?" The hazel-eyed man sighed.
"She said she needed your help or something like that," Hermione answered with a roll of her eyes. "Now if you two don't mind, I'm going to go start my homework before more drama occurs." The two adults chuckled before grabbing some beer and sitting on the couch. Hermione was quietly reading her history book while the two teachers chatted when she suddenly heard an all too familiar voice.
"Wow, Will. I mean, wow."
"What are you doing here? You should've called," Will addressed her, frustration clear in his tone.
"I brought you more soup, but I guess baby is feeling a lot better if he's healthy enough to have a beer with a friend," the voice mocked angrily.
"No, no, I—hi, I'm Holly Holliday," the substitute teacher managed to get out.
"Are you a porn star or a drag queen? I'm Terri Schuester, Will's wife," the older woman snarled.
"Wow. Your wife's kind of a bitch."
"Ex-wife," Hermione chuckled, walking into the room.
"What are you doing here?" Shrieked Terri, looking appalled at her ex-husband's niece.
"Well, I moved in with Will after my parents were killed if you must know," she informed the woman. "Will, please tell me you didn't do what I think you did."
"Last night was a mistake, I knew it as soon as it happened. I was lonely and you were there." In the background, Hermione made gagging noises, much to the amusement of Holly.
"I'm sorry. I'm just really out of control right now and I'm gonna come back," Terri mumbled frantically as she moved towards the door.
"Terri, don't. Don't come back," the choir director informed her sternly.
"Yeah, don't come back, you bloody wench," Hermione shouted at her retreating form, earning a snicker from the blonde woman.
"You're going to regret this, Will. Both of you are!" She screamed back before slamming the apartment door.
"Well, she's a real charmer," Holly finally said, causing Will and Hermione to begin laughing.
The next afternoon in glee, the group exploded into thunderous applause when Mr. Schue walked in.
"Alright, alright. Thank you very much, guys. Please, please sit down. Thank you for that and for all the kind words you said about me to Sue. The feelings are mutual. Now, we've gotta get crackin' though. We lost a few days there and it's all gonna be about focus and hard work for the next couple of days." Hermione chose this moment to shuffle in reluctantly.
"Well, Mia, how nice of you to join us," the curly-haired man said sarcastically.
"Sorry, Will. I didn't really want to attend class today," she mumbled before sitting next to a very distracted Kurt. Will gave her a confused look before passing out the sheet music for Singin' in the Rain. He gazed upon his lackluster students and knew what he had to do.
"Hang tight, guys. I'm going to go get someone who can help get you guys pumped for this." As soon as he exited the room, Santana moved to sit next to the British girl.
"Hey, how are you holding up?" The Latina asked gently.
"I'm fine. I mean, I've been through worse. There are so many rumors circulating about me now though and I've started getting constantly harassed by Karofsky and the rest of the jocks again," Hermione stated emotionlessly. "I guess you can see why I avoid relationships. They always end so bloody horribly." The raven-haired girl turned to glare at her captain before focusing on the crestfallen girl sitting next to her.
"I'll try to get Karofsky to back off," she promised the older girl while staring at her intently. "You look exhausted. Did your nightmares come back?" Santana whispered so no one else could hear her. The British girl nodded gloomily before burying her face in her hands. "Come to my place tonight. My parents are still gone and you know how much I hate sleeping alone."
"Yeah, you are kind of a chicken," Hermione chuckled before facing the dark-eyed girl next to her. "Thank you." The Latina shrugged and bumped her shoulder gently against the wavy-haired brunette's before moving back up to sit next to Brittany.
A few seconds later, Will entered the room dragging a beaming Miss Holliday behind him. "Alright, guys, we've decided to do a mash-up of Singin' in the Rain and Rihanna's Umbrella for our group number this week!" The group cheered enthusiastically and immediately began working as the two teachers locked eyes and shared a smile.
A/N, part II: Please don't hate me! Santana is my favorite character on Glee and I wanted her to get some Hermione lovin'. I mean, why should Quinn be the only girl from Glee to be paired up with Hermione? Also, I absolutely love Brittana, but for some reason, I can't really write it, so I came up with this instead. Even if you were more for Hermione/Quinn, I really hope you continue to enjoy this story because I am quite happy with where it is going :)
Anyway, thank you so much for reading and giving me your feedback. I really appreciate it!