Love Me Tender

wheels

"why are we going in here Quinn?" i ask, holding the gym door open for us both the walk through.

"just making my rounds. plus i told Finn to meet me here." she responds as we walk up the bleachers to sit.

"oh shit, is Hudson in trouble again? what for this time?" i laugh out and lean back.

"sonogram bills." she huffs, handing me a folded piece of paper.

"$685? thats crazy."

"you're telling me."

"hey thanks for spending the weekend with me Fabray."

"of course Cam, you needed someone so i was going to be there. speaking of, should you even be at school today? isn't the funeral this week?"

"it'll be fine. you're coming right?" i ask, sitting up.

"i told you i'd be there Cam." she says, grabbing my hand in hers.

i look over at Quinn and smiled, which she immediately returned softly.

"hey guys." Finn interrupted, making my hand jolt away from Quinn's.

"hey buddy, i'll leave you two to it. see you later." i say, patting Finn on his shoulder before walking away.

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as i make my way to my locker i audibly sigh, taking the hanging lock into my hands and hoping i have some luck with it today after struggling nearly everyday since school started. i turn the dial, putting my combo in and immediately no luck. i bang my head lightly on the door before attempting several more times and about to give up before a familiar voice approaches me from behind.

"you're turning it the wrong ways nimrod." she called out as her steps finally stopped next to me.

"what do you want Lopez?" i sigh out while dropping my head slightly, before looking up at the latina, not having heard any of her sentence.

"you're putting it in wrong. its right-left-right, not left-right-left." she states simply again, looking down at her nails that she was currently filing.

"i knew that." i grumbled out, snatching the lock back up and watching it pop open the second i hit the third number.

"told ya." Santana says simply before walking away, not looking up at me once.

"wha-" i cut myself off by shaking my head and turning my attention back to my locker. i pull a few books out of my backpack and out them up.
"everyone here sucks." i say out again, going to close my locker before noticing the pictures scattered across the door.

there was a picture at the top of Demi, Rachel and i when we were 3 and 4 in our tutu's. down to the right of it was a picture of just Rachel and i and to the left of that hung one of me and Demi. i smiled softly as i felt tears swell up in my eyes. in the very center sat a picture of my mom, to the left a picture of Kurt and i from sometime last school year. more recent pictures began to litter this door. pictures of some of my newer friends, Mercedes, Artie and Tina made it up there. Brittany has an entire picture of just her and LT that she told me they both agreed to take for me. i'd finally managed to convince all the football boys, including Puck, to get in a picture with me, that picture being one of the newest. my final picture was one of me and Quinn during one of our many movie marathons that almost always included Bee Movie and/or Twilight. almost the entire glee club had made its way on my locker, the only one missing was Santana. and it wasn't like i wasn't trying with her, despite the last encounter that we just had. i have been nearly begging her for weeks to let me have the picture of me asleep on her chest or just one of her but apparently she's too good for it. i sighed and pulled every picture down and shoving them all in my backpack before slamming the locker closed and stomping down the hall towards the parking lot to meet Kurt for our shopping 'date' as he called it.