"Bitch!"
Santana winced as her whole body was shoved back hard against the row of lockers. The collision of her body against the surface created an awful sound that echoed down the empty corridor. She barely had time to think before she felt a hand yanking at her ponytail.
"Fuck!" Her head was tugged sidewards, and she finally met the eyes of her attacker. "What the hell Fabray?! Let go!" she shrieked as she struggled against the other girl's grip.
"It was you!" Quinn snarled, pinning Santana back against the lockers, letting go of the dark hair to force her hand into the brunette's chest instead.
Santana raised her eyebrows at the sight before her. "What was me?"
"Puck. You fucked him, didn't you?" Her voice was quieter now but still held some malice.
Santana let out an amused laugh. "Been there, done that, won't go back." She tried to move out of the blonde's grip but ended up being shoved once more. Quinn was surprisingly strong.
"He's cheating on me," she paused, running a hand through her hair. She met a perplexed pair of brown eyes and continued. "Prove it's not you, give me your phone." She demanded.
Santana scoffed. "Seriously Q?" She stared at the blonde for a few seconds and realised that she would not be backing down anytime soon. She rolled her eyes and rummaged in her bag, pulling out her phone and slapping it into Quinn's free hand.
Quinn was quick to let go of the shorter girl and spun around, her fingers tapping desperately across the screen. Santana watched patiently as she scrolled through what seemed to be hundreds of messages.
"Satisfied?" the brunette questioned, after a few minutes.
She heard Quinn give a small sigh and watched as she turned around to face her again.
"I found messages on his phone." She shrugged, looking a little flustered. "I thought it was you," She passed the phone back to Santana. "Guess I was wrong."
Santana frowned, slipping her phone back into her bag and fixing her ponytail. "What, I don't even get an apology? I'm going to have bruises tomorrow morning." She complained, rubbing her shoulder.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Oh don't be so dramatic Santana."
Santana eyed the blonde girl closely and then spoke softly. "We've known each other a long time Q. We used to be friends."
"What's your point?" Quinn shrugged a little, looking a bit uncomfortable with where this conversation was heading.
"I just," Santana stuttered. "I just thought you knew me better than that, that's all," she met Quinn's hazel eyes. "I know you better than that. You're way too good for Puckerman."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Santana could see the defensive walls coming up around the blonde.
"Says who? I can have whoever I want," Quinn started.
"But you just said he was cheating on you… is that what you want? To be his second best?"
"You would know all about being second best, wouldn't you?" she rested her hand on Santana's shoulder and gave a gentle push so her back met the row of lockers once more. "I'm top bitch here, we all know it. I'm Head Cheerio and you'll always be beneath me."
Santana smirked a little at the accidental innuendo and muttered under her breath. "Just, wanky."
"We're not friends anymore Santana," she stated. "Stay out of my business."
And with that, the blonde Cheerio turned on her heel and sauntered off down the corridor, leaving Santana alone with her thoughts.
"Crazy bitch." She mumbled to herself, turning back to her locker and taking out the few things she needed for her next lessons. She didn't even try to understand the blonde anymore. Years ago, she would have classed Quinn as one of her closest friends, but times change and people move on.
She closed the door, locked it, and lifted her bag over her shoulder. She turned to head in the opposite direction to Quinn but then stopped in her tracks as she spotted someone stood at their locker, watching her. She had not seen her before. She would have remembered.
Santana locked eyes with her. The girl had captivating blue orbs and blonde hair that reminded her of sunshine. She was taller than Santana and her legs seemed to go on for miles. The brunette blinked a few times and shook her head slightly, realising that she probably looked like a creeper, what with all the staring. The blonde girl gave her a soft smile before closing her locker and walking away down the corridor away from Santana. She couldn't help but drop her gaze downwards, noticing the slight sway in her hips as she disappeared round the corner.
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Quinn scanned the room for her second-in-command and came up with nothing. She frowned. Santana had said she would be here. They always hung out at parties together. Quinn believed that it was important for the Head Cheerio and her second-in-command to make appearances together at such social events. They weren't necessarily 'friends' anymore but she did enjoy Santana's company, most of the time.
She took a few more sips of her drink and then heard that ridiculously infectious laugh coming from down the hallway that could only have belonged to one person. She followed that heavenly sound and spotted the person she had been looking for, only she wasn't alone. Santana was being led up the staircase by another girl, another one of the Cheerios. Quinn recognised her from the squad but couldn't put a name to a face. They seemed to be in a hurry and were in a fit of giggles about something.
Quinn watched them closely as they disappeared up the stairs and down the hallway. She frowned. What was Santana doing? This was humiliating being stood on her own at one of the biggest parties of the year. She could have gone to find Puck but she was giving him the cold shoulder after the dirty messages she had found on his phone. She hated to admit it, but Santana was right. She was way too good for him. She didn't need him; she could do anything she wanted. And right now, she wanted to know what Santana was up to.