Spotlight - Glee

Chapter 39 - That Sounded Really Gay

"If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her. But if you're single, that's honestly worse. Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts." – Gorgeous (Taylor Swift)

Quinn Fabray actually liked Cheerios, much to her usual disbelief. She had always liked being a Cheerio, but actually going to practice had always kinda sucked. Yet, ever since Coach Sylvester had let Violette take more responsibility, Cheerios practice was kind of fun? It was incredibly hard work still, especially when Coach Sue was actually watching, but there were definitely good moments in there, and the team actually got along for the most part. Quinn hadn't been a bad leader, but secretly she admired her best friend's passion for cheer and everything she'd made of the Cheerios in the past year.

However, cheer practice had quickly become a place of admiration for more than just Violette's passion and hard work.

"Hey, Fabgay! Stop staring at your little lover and help us with this lift," Santana groaned, as she walked over to Quinn who she'd caught staring off into the distance, frozen halfway through her drink break, water bottle still in hand.

"I wasn't staring at Violette," Quinn denied quickly, as Santana tugged her across the football field to a small group of Cheerios. Hearing the words, however, Santana stopped suddenly. Quinn, still busy watching over her shoulder, ran into Santana's back before stumbling away, frowning at the girl in confusion. Before Quinn could even ask what was wrong, Santana had turned to her with raised brows.

"No fucking way," Santana said slowly, glancing over Quinn's shoulder to where the football team was practicing with a shirtless Sam Evans in the middle. Then she moved her gaze to the other half of the Cheerios practicing their tumbling on the other side of the field. She hadn't been talking about Violette Donovan, but perhaps she should have been.

"What is it now, Satan?" Quinn huffed, watching an evil smirk spread itself across Santana's lips.

"You've finally gone lesbo for little Donovan," Santana replied, amused, "Can't say I'm surprised,"

"What the hell are you on about Santana?"

Wordlessly, Santana grabbed Quinn by the shoulders and turned her to face the other end of the football field once more. Almost instinctively, Quinn's eyes flickered to the group of Cheerios flipping across the field, eyes quickly gluing to one Violette Donovan as she finished a series of back handsprings with a clean back tuck, turning to the other Cheerios with a proud smile. As if she were in slow motion, Violette's curled ponytail swished back and forth behind her as she jogged over to another group of girls, eyes twinkling a golden brown in the morning sun as she moved to watch their basket toss.

"That was too easy," Santana muttered to herself as she followed Quinn's lovestruck eyeline over to Violette.

"And if you can tear your eyes away from your lesbian lover, you might spot your sweaty, shirtless boyfriend," Santana commented, grabbing Quinn's chin and turning her head to the football team.

"I'm not a lesbian," Quinn retorted, smacking away Santana's hand.

Quinn looked at Sam for a moment, before her eyes automatically returned to the small form of Violette across the field. Sam Evans was hot, a shirtless Sam was even hotter, but he had one key shortcoming. Sam wasn't Violette Donovan.

"You're hopeless," Santana huffed, as she watched Quinn ignore her in favour of watching Violette get tossed into the air. "Come on, maybe if I drop you in this lift, you'll smack your head on the ground and knock some sense into it," Santana grumbled, as she returned to the task of forcefully dragging Quinn across the football field, the blonde still busy glancing over at a certain brunette cheerio.