"Sam, I… I don't know what to say," I told him honestly. He handed his guitar to Brittany, who silently played air guitar for a few seconds.
"Say…" he shrugged, "yes." I opened my mouth to speak, but the sound of a door closing caught my attention. Well, everyone's. Of course they come in now. I see Noah talk to someone, before he and his friends brush by me. I see Santana soon after. "Quinn," Sam said, as if he was reminding me that he was still here.
"Right," I nodded.
"Is that a yes?"
"Uh-"
"What the heck?" Sam shouted. I winced. He stood straight up and turned on his heel, then slid off his jacket. Chocolate pudding slid down, and left a stain. "Who threw this!"
I looked at Santana, and smiled knowingly when I saw that she had her index finger in her mouth.
"We should leave," Kitty said urgently.
"I just bought this bow tie," Blaine hissed.
Before we could leave, someone's voice bellowed through the cafeteria. "Food fight!"
"Sue's going to kill us if we get our uniforms stained!" I told the squad. Immediately, we got down on the floor, and under the table. While they maneuvered their way towards the exit, I went the opposite direction.
Getting at least one stain on my uniform was inevitable. I crawled away from my table, and towards the doors that I last saw Santana by. I went out that way, and found myself laughing at the scene. The laughter only died when I remembered that Sam would want an answer. I can't avoid it forever, and I won't always get lucky like that.
"Blondie!" I heard Santana call. She and her friends were shaking off their jackets, and kicking the crumbs away. I approached her, a grateful grin played on my lips. "Congratulations, Fabray, it seems you've reached your peak."
"What?" I asked, an eyebrow arched.
"The apex of your high school career," she told me as she slid her jacket back on. "Head cheerleader, second bitch in charge, and future Winter Formal Queen. Prom too. Now, a stud boyfriend is added to that list."
"Santana-"
She interrupted me by holding her hand up. "It's fine," she said dryly. "You're just helping me, right?"
"Quinn!" I winced. Sam. "That was crazy."
"For an athlete, you sure suck at dodging," Santana said bitterly. "Or, are you only good under water?"
"Maybe guppy boy here should take up synced swim," Noah snickered. I rolled my eyes.
"Look, for some reason, my girl doesn't have a problem with you. And I don't get it, but I trust her judgment," Sam ignored their lip comments, and I have to say, that's impressive. They were clearly trying to get a rise out of him. I refrained from shrugging out from under his arm, which he'd rested around my shoulders. Santana's jaw clenched.
"Whatever," she mumbled. "You guys have been the ones caring this whole time."
"Yeah, well I hope you care about the bill you'll be receiving. This leather jacket cost more than you'll ever make in a lifetime," Sam damn near sneered. They were just under two hundred dollars.
"Shows how fucking pretentious you are," Noah scowled. "And I'm not paying. I didn't do anything."
"You're the one who shouted food fight!"
"So? I didn't stain your precious jacket."
They glared at each other, until Sam decided to give up. He kissed my temple, and I could feel Santana's anger. "Let's get out of here," Sam mumbled. I glanced at Santana, but her stoic expression proved that she wasn't up for talking to me right now. As soon as we started to walk away, I pulled out my phone, and ignored the look Sam gave me.
(To) Marie
I'm sorry.
Her reply came less than 20 seconds later.
(From) Marie
c you at home.
I felt my throat go dry. I guess it's time for me to prepare myself- it's pretty hard to avoid Santana's rage. Especially if you live with her.
I beat her to the house, and went straight to my room. If I lock the door, she can't get in. If she hasn't cooled down, surely she will be tomorrow… maybe? Just in case, I locked the door, and pushed my arm chair in front of it. That'll do.
But what about dinner? I had a big lunch. A salad. A bite- but hey, I'm not hungry. All of this trouble, when I know I could have just said no to Sam. But why would I? He's McKinley's favorite beach boy, even though we all know he's a bottle blonde. He's a dream. But he's not my dream. I couldn't explain that. But- three knocks. I really hope that I imagined those. Just for luck, I crossed my fingers. Nope.
"Who is it?" I asked tentatively.
"Rhys," came my brothers voice. Huh. I was too busy barricading myself to hear them come in.
"Anyone else?" I asked.
"Can I come in?" He countered. I contemplated it was a little bit, then thought I was foolish for doing so. With a small grunt, I pulled the arm chair away, and opened the door. But Rhys wasn't there. No, he stood behind Santana, who was fuming. I have to admit, she looks very attractive when she's angry. But I'm not saying that out loud. Rhys wiggled his fingers in the most unapologetic way, before going off. How dare she use my little brother against me.
"Santana," I greeted.
"Fabray."
"Well, if that's all-" I started to close the door, but her foot stopped that immediately. She let her herself in, leaving me to shut the door behind her. As she stared at me, I grew upset with her. "Say it," I said bluntly.
"I don't know what you want me to say? Say no to Sam? Say yes?"
"Say something," I rolled my eyes. "You know I want to be with you." My words seemed to calm her down, so I took a step forward.
"But for how long?" She asked. "I don't want you to just ditch me when things get hard."
"You know I wouldn't-"
"Do I?" She uncrossed her arms and ran her fingers through her hair. "What about when the water gets too hot? When people staring at you starts to make your skin burn, and suddenly, it's us holding hands that makes you feel like you're on fire, and you want out?"
"San," I said. She stopped and looked at me expectantly. "I don't want to be with anyone but you. I won't dance with Sam at the Winter Formal. I don't want to kiss him-"
"Good, he might swallow you. Dude has some serious lips," she cracked a smile.
"Just you, okay?" I closed more of the distance between us, and took her hands. "Us. Okay?"
"Fine," she said.
"Does that mean…?"
"It means, if I catch pretty boy Bieber with his arm around you again, he loses his nuts."
I couldn't wipe the grin from my face. Come dinner time, and everytime I look up at Santana, I can feel my cheeks redden. So, I decided the best thing to do was to keep my eyes on my plate.
"What's him name?" Mom asked. I looked up at her in question.
"Whose?"
"The boy who's made you smile. Have I met him?"
I rolled my eyes, and shook my head gently. "There's no boy."
"Then why are you pink?"
"I-I don't know, maybe my hair is making my complection-"
"Don't play dumb, Quinnie. I'm your mother, and I know you."
"Hardly," I mumbled.
She ignored my comment. "I have news," she said. "your grandfather is sick."
"Then why don't you look upset?" I've never met the man, but he raised my mother.
"I'm an only child. Only, he wrote me out of his will-"
"Why?"
"Quinn, it's rude to interrupt," Maribel reminded me gently. I gave her an apologetic nod, and my mother continued.
"That isn't important. What is important is, he's invited us back. To prove ourselves of course. So, Rhys and I will be leaving-"
"Why do I have to go?" He whined.
"I have to bring one child, and your sister's hair is… unpleasant," she gave me a look, but I shrugged it off.
"Why can't we stay here? I like it here." He tried.
"My decision is final. We'll be going Friday night, and back Sunday morning. Hopefully, with good news."
I mouthed, 'Sorry,' when he looked at me. There's a few days until Friday. Maybe Santana and I can take Rhys and Leo to the Zoo or something. Santana and I. That sounds really, really good.
I pushed Santana towards my bed, and kicked my door closed. After locking it, since no one knows how to knock here, I practically jumped on her. She chuckled, and tried to flip us over.
"Quinnie, that wasn't very pleasant of you," she mocked.
"Imitating my mother is really not a turn on," I said as I pinned her arms down.
"Please, like I even have to try-"
"God, stop talking," I groaned. I kissed her lips until I couldn't breath. As soon as I pulled away, she flipped us over.
"That was rude," she grumbled. I almost responded, but my words died when I felt her lips on my neck.
"S-San don't leave a mark," I groaned. When I felt her chuckle against my skin, I knew it was too late.
"Sorry," she said teasingly. I felt her tongue go over her mark to soothe it, and basically melted. "If I'm doing this, I'm going all out. They're going to know who you belong to."
"Belong to?"
"Exactly," she smiled triumphantly. I rolled my eyes. She's happy. I'm happy. I'll let her get away with that tonight.
"God Santana!" I yelled. I eyed my neck in the mirror- the mark was way bigger than I thought it was going to be. "What are you, 12?"
She sat up and yawned. I could see her reflection's sleepy smug grin. "And a half, thank you very much," she said, her voice was raspy from just waking. She rolled out of bed, then dragged her feet until she stood next to me. "Mm, I got you good, Fabray." She placed a delicate kiss on her mark.
"Screw you," I laughed.
"Soon," she winked. I swallowed, but my throat had gone dry. "I'm gonna go get dressed. Leaving in 30, okay?"
"Cool," I said lowly. She gave me a smile, then left my room. I looked at my reflection again, and smiled. I have a really good feeling about today.
After tightening my high pony, and putting on a jacket with the collar popped up, I jogged down the stairs. Of course I tried to cover up he stupid hickey with makeup, but even caked on, it still looked discolored.
"See ya mom, bye Rhys, have a nice day Maribel," I hurried out the front door, without bothering to say a word to Santana. Instead, I waited out by her car. When she joined me, I saw that her cocky little smirk never left. "Someone looks proud," I grumbled. She shrugged and unlocked the car.
"So, are you sure about today?"
"Absolutely."
"And I'm not just your phase?" She asked in a smaller voice.
"Never," I assured her. I took her free hand and gave it a little squeeze. After taking a breath, she nodded.
"Alright," she said, her smile back in place. I could tell she was scared. I'm scared too. After this, things change. Lots of things. But, it's time. "Alright, take that off," she said when we pulled into her regular spot.
"I couldn't cover the mark-"
"You look ridiculous. It's not cold enough for a fucking parka," she laughed. "You can wear mine." I scoffed, but smiled all the same as I pulled off my jacket. "Damn, I'm good," she said more to herself than to me.
"Yeah, keep talking. Payback's a bitch," I mumbled. I put on her jacket, and she fixed the collar for me. "Ready?" I smiled.
She nodded slowly. "Yeah. I'm ready." We got out of her car. As soon as we were in reach, our finger entwined.
"Just remember, they're staring because we're hot," I assured her. She nodded, and kept her chin up. We can do this. No doubt.
The stares were blatant, and jaws nearly hit the floor. I felt her grip on my hand tighten, so I glanced at her. She had her same stoic expression on. She's almost too good at hiding her feelings. To soothe her, I drew little circles with my thumb on the back of her palm. It seemed to work. Up until we saw the J's and C's.
"Um," Sam smiled nervously, "what's this?"
"None of your business," Santana spat.
"Looks like my business," Sam crossed his arms. "Looks like you've got a death grip on my girl's hand."
"Like the death grip you had? On those babies heads, I mean. When you swallowed them."
I sighed, and spoke up. "I'm not your girl, Sam," I said lowly. We'd gained a small crowd, who apparently, didn't have anything better to do. "I'm with Santana."
"So, you're what, gay now?" Blaine asked hesitantly.
"I'm not going to label myself, or let anyone else here do that for me. I'm happy with Santana, so just support me-"
"I love you, Quinn," Sam said. "I don't know if you're doing this to prove something, or make your mom mad-"
"Fuck you, fish boy," Santana hissed.
"This is between Quinn and I, okay? This is none of your business."
"Actually, it is my business. Because, my girl here, doesn't want to be with you. So move on, alright bottle blondie?"
Sam pursed his lips, and his jaw clenched. He took a breath to calm himself down. "This isn't over," he assured her. "When this little phase is done, call me." He left after that, and the rest of them followed.
"That wasn't so bad," I smiled uneasily.
"Frickin dykes," I heard Sam say. He said it just loud enough, right before they turned the corner. Santana's eyes were a little glossy, so I kissed her cheek.
"Honey, it's okay," I said. "Don't do that, that was the worst that could come of this. Stupid name calling. It doesn't mean anything. Sticks and stones."
She laughed a little. "I was supposed to be the stronger one," she smiled.
I grinned in return. "Not always," I shrugged. Again, she laughed. We started to walk to where she knew her friends would be, but she noticed something a little strange.
"Uh, Q," she pointed with her free hand. Not too far away, a small group of girls walked. One had blue hair, another silver, and the third dip dyed the tips red.
"Oh my god," I giggled.
"My girlfriend, the trend setter, Quinn Fabray. I like the sound of that."
"I do too," I smiled.
"But it was totally my idea."
So it's the first day of them being a couple. Let's see how it goes c:
Thanks for the reviews/favorites/follows from the last chapter! Also, for those of you who said that I shouldn't write without planning, you're right. I just like the feeling, you know? Where I can just write freely, because writers block isn't in the way. But, thanks for sticking to the story anyway, it means a lot. Anyway, thanks ErosEternaGlee, your review helped me finish up this chapter. (I read a bunch of the suggestions for fics and there's way too many to list them. Keep them coming though, I want to read as many as I can before school starts back up.)
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