"Did you know about the suspenders thing?"
Santana snorts as they continue to run laps around the football field, throwing a glance to her right, catching Quinn's eyes, "Yep. Whatchya gonna do about it?"
The blonde huffs as she rolls her eyes, but can't stop the grin forming on her face, "I just found out about it recently. I didn't have a clue..."
The brunette laughs but they both school their features when the pass by the bleachers where coach Sylvester is standing watch over them. They keep their expressions neutral until they pass by her.
"Again, I reiterate. What are you going to do with this information?"
Quinn shrugs her shoulders as they slow down, starting their cool off.
"I don't know yet. I don't think I'm going to do anything with the information just yet. At least nothing major."
Santana raises an eyebrow as they sit facing each other, starting their stretches, "Nothing major as in?"
Hazel eyes twinkle in the sun as she smiles at Santana, "Maybe just have them lying around in my room, maybe on the back of my chair or something."
The brunette laughs, "You're such a tease Fabray."
Brittany cartwheels effortlessly over to the both of them, a bright smile on her face, blue eyes shining as she steals a quick kiss from Santana, before quickly pecking Quinn's cheek, "You had great time today."
Quinn smiles as Santana grins proudly, "Of course we did baby, you were cheering for us, weren't you?"
The blonde smiles as she nods her head, "I always cheer for you. Coach was really impressed, but she didn't say anything. Not that she ever really says anything when she's impressed."
Quinn laughs as she lies down on her back, Brittany lifting her head and placing it on her own lap, "Thanks B. No, I'd be worried if Coach ever said anything nice when it comes to the Cheerios."
Santana snorts, "Over our dead bodies. Maybe."
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Walking into the choir room later on that day they're met with a rather hectic looking Rachel. The tiny brunette is running around from one end of the room to the other, waving sheet music in the air frantically, calling out orders to the band members, who at least have the decency of following orders immediately. The rest of the glee club doing the same, only speaking when spoken to.
Quinn tentatively makes a move, after Santana shoves her gently, "Rach?"
The brunette lifts her head from having been buried in her notes and runs towards the blonde, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist, "Oh Quinn! Thank God."
The blonde runs her hands up and down her back gently, locking eyes on Santana, silently asking her if she knows what's wrong with the brunette in her arms, but Santana shrugs apologetically as Brittany just oh's under her breath and runs her hand down Rachel's back before walking to a seat.
"What's wrong?"
Rachel shakes her head, "Nothing. I'm just not having the greatest of days. And needing to rearrange the mess Mr. Schue is creating is just so..."
Quinn gently runs her hands through Rachel's hair, gently applying pressure at her temples the second time through, "Sweetheart..."
"Quinn, Rachel, keep things PG please, that isn't appropriate. Take your seats now, come on." Mr. Schue walks in, immediately throwing words around, and acting like he's got everything under control.
