Never again (Quinntana)

Chapter 32 - Fabson

Quinn and Finn had been official for a few months now. The school couldn't get enough of them. People still swooned when they saw them together, romanticizing their every move. 

Quinn had long stopped talking to Santana. They only interacted during practice, when necessary.

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Quinn exited the class hurriedly. She had stuff to check at the library before the following period, and recess only lasted twenty minutes. In her haste, she failed to notice the girl entering. 

Santana opened the door as Quinn rushed outside, her binder in one hand, her phone in the other. The two girls bumped into each other, falling from the shock. 

"Hey, watch where you-" Santana's eyes met Quinn's, and she stopped mid-sentence. She stood up slowly, her gaze fixated on the blonde. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry", Quinn apologized, breaking the eye contact as she gathered her papers from the ground. The blonde lifted her gaze once again, pushing herself up from the floor. "I'm really sorry, Santana. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

Quinn got closer and extended a hesitant hand towards Santana. 

Her slender fingers brushed Santana's forearm in an attempt to convey her concern. 

Santana recoiled immediately, snapping her arm back. 

"I'm fine. Watch where you're going next time." The captain's tone was cold, and Quinn shivered when Santana turned her back on her, without a second glance.

Santana walked away as calmly as she could, her breathing quickening with every step she took, her left hand firmly wrapped around her forearm. Where Quinn had touched her. 

Eventually she reached the bathroom, locked herself in a stall and slid against the closed door, all the way to the floor. 

It was black and sticky with dirt and body fluids, but Santana couldn't have cared less. 

Without letting go of her burning forearm, she brought her knees to her chest, folding into a ball.

Eventually her heartbeat slowed down, her breathing settled, and she managed to let go of her forearm.

The thought of Quinn, however, of her wonderful eyes filled with worry, of the frown she wore on her face when she looked at Santana, that thought remained, as vivid as ever. 

For once, Quinn had seemed to care. For once, she had looked at Santana with disarming honesty, dropping her mask. For once, Santana had felt whole again, as she lost herself in Quinn's vibrant green eyes.

Yet she had run away. It had been too sudden, too unexpected. Unbelievable. Probably a trick of her mind. It didn't mean anything. 

Santana had to get Quinn out of her mind. Before she realized what she was doing, she reached for her phone, opening the text message app.

Her first conversation was with Brittany. Her finger hovered above the blonde's name. No. Not Brittany. There was no way Santana would talk to Brittany about Quinn.

By default, she hit the second conversation's label, typing in a quick message. "Hey, wanna ditch? I can meet you in twenty."

The reply was quick, almost instantaneous. 

"Yeah, sure. See you, beautiful."

A.N.

Hello beautiful people! 

Sorry for the wait, yesterday was a long day. As an apology, I'll publish another chapter on Tuesday ;)

The picture above, as you probably all know, is of Naya Rivera. She was a wonderful person and a great actress. Through Santana, she shaped most of our childhoods or teenage years. She was the first lesbian that I ever saw in a popular series, and she was awesome. Not shallow, not secondary, not reduced to her sexuality. 

So, thank you, Naya. Thank you for Santana. May you rest in peace.

Enjoy your day, and don't forget to vote ;p

Love,

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