FEMME FATALE . QUINN FABRAY

chapter twenty three . finally home

"You did this!" Santana slammed Quinn against the lockers, "you told Coach Sylvester about my summer surgery!"

Nat had been an innocent bystander when she heard students jeering and Santana screaming. Of course, Quinn was there too, looking as beautiful as ever in her Cheerio's uniform. Shoving past the crowd of students, Nat observed the fight between her friend with benefits and... other person. To be completely candid, the lines of Nat and Quinn's relationship were completely sumdged and blurred and unidentifiable.

"You have a surgery when you get your appendix out," Quinn glared, standing up to Santana, "You. Got. A. Boob. Job."

Nat thought of how she may have influenced Quinn to cause a fight. After all, it was Nat who had been wreckless amd impulsive and angry. And she had spent so much time with Quinn, so she must have done something to cause this wild streak. Nat had never felt so proud.

Santana slapped Quinn. Nat laughed, wishing she had popcorn. This would be the highlight of her week.

"You can't hit me!" Quinn yelled. Nat wondered if she could ever get slapped by Quinn. She probably cpuld if she tried hard enough to aggitate her. That would be another mission for another day.

Santana scoffed, "Well sure I can! Unless you got yourself knocked up again, slut!"

Nat thought about intervening at the point. No one could call Quinn that. Some kind of protective anger kicked in and Nat had misidentified it as strong friendship. As Nat contemplated her complicated feelings, Quinn shoved Santana into the lockers. Looks like she had it handled.

"Stop the violence." Brit said. Nat disagreed. Violence was always the answer

As Santana threw Quinn to the floor, Nat decided to step in. Of course, she didn't realise how this would be a mistake. Quinn sprung back up, lunging at Santana with a scream. Nat stopped her, grabbing her shoulders tightly.

"What are you doing, Aldine?" Quinn hissed through her teeth, frustrated.

Nat smiled sarcastically, "Well, I don't really want my two favourite people ripping each other's hair out."

Santana grinned, "I know I'm your favourite, Nat. Don't worry."

"Wh-What?" Quinn's voice was a mixture of both angry and sad.

"Santana." Nat snapped, wanting to have a conversation with Quinn about all that later.

"What?" Santana was still smiling gleefully. Her voice lowered to a whisper as she leaned against Nat, "I mean, after what we did this summer? How can I not be your favourite?"

Quinn jerked away from Nat, glaring at both girls, "What the hell are you saying? That... that you two are.."

Silence.

And then Quinn threw herself at Santana. Both girls screaming, hitting and kicking each other, Nat felt guilty and awkward and annoyed. She pulled Quinn off Santana and dragged her down the hall and into the locker room.

Quinn shoved Nat harshly, "What the fuck, Nat?! You and Santana?!"

"Just let me explain," Nat said, trying to stay calm. She didn't let people shove her without getting shoved back. But Quinn was different, "you hadn't called me back and I was alone. All summer. But Santana showed up and it just happened."

"Are... are you serious?!" Quinn screamed, "you're mine! Not hers! And we... you know we're working through all our stuff and you're still seeing her! Like-" she stopped talking and glared at the stupid smile on Nat's face, "stop smiling. I'm mad at you!"

"I'm yours?" Nat smiled, feeling happy.

"Well," Quinn looked down, feeling ashamed, "yeah, I guess. That's what I thought..."