News in Lima has always been notorious for being quick to make the rounds.
News around high school was even faster.
Walking into school, Santana quickly realizes there's a nervous buzzing.
"You feel the disturbance too?" Quinn asks, stepping into step with Santana.
The brunette nods, "Yeah, what's that about?"
Quinn shrugs slightly, "Not sure yet. But I'm not too worried about it at the moment. It's not necessarily a bad energy."
Santana hums, her eyes following a freshman darting across the hall, "I'll keep an ear out."
The blonde grins, "And that's why you're my lefty. How was PT by the way?"
Groaning, Santana moans out, "Hell-Everything aches."
Quinn winces sympathetically, "I'm sorry."
"I know," Santana says, "It's okay. One step closer to being able to move and actually do things."
Quinn pecks her on the cheek, a smile on her face, hazel eyes bright with pride and love, "Exactly. I'll see you after class S. Love you."
Watching her walk into her class, Santana can't help smiling after her, and continues making her way to her own class.
.
The nervous energy seemed to only increase tenfold as lunch approached.
"Seriously, what's going on with these people?" Santana ponders out loud, as Brittany carries both of their trays to their lunch table.
Rachel looks around and sees many pairs of eyes on them, glancing between the four of them before darting away and whispering.
She furrows her brow, "I have no idea."
Quinn keeps her eyes out towards everyone else, not focusing on any one particular person. She can't shake the feeling that something is going to go down.
Suddenly she sees him.
Jacob Ben Israel.
She sees him watching them, and it takes a few minutes but then he's making his way towards them with purpose and pseudo confidence.
She catches Santana's eyes and she gets it.
'Incoming.'
"Ladies, I've got some information that I believe will be of some interest to you. All of you."
Quinn quirks an eyebrow, eyes flashing warnings.
He gulps before quickly diving in, "I've been made aware of certain group er-dynamics, shall we say, between some members. I'm sure it would perhaps be in your interest for this info not to get out."
Santana has her arms folded across her chest, eyes narrowed at the boy before them.
He coughs before continuing, "I-I can easily make this all disappear of course, but...but I'm sure we can work out an ar-arrangement to do so...?"
He's lost it.
The second he's done speaking, he already knows that he's messed up so bad.
"Oh! An arrangement! Did you hear that S? How generous!" Quinn says, voice dripping with sickeningly sweet fakeness.
Santana nods her head, "Oh you bet I did Q! I can hardly believe my ears."
He swallows nervously, but Quinn doesn't give him an opening to speak again.
