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Italics equal Quinn
Bold equals Santana
Underline equals Backup
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"Fabray, tell me who it is." Quinn ignored this. "Cmon Q, I won't tell anyone!" Quinn arrived at her locker and began flicking the combination in. "Quiiiin." The blond turned to the outright whining Latina.
"Santannaaaa." Quinn whined back.
"Tell me who it iiiisss." Whining was what got Quinn to react, whining was what Santana would stick with. The blond slammed her locker and walked to class.
"Why do you even care Santana? You just want dirt on me." Quinn responded, Santana placed a hand over her chest in mock dramatics.
"How dare you insinuate that Quinn? I am merely asking a question as your nearest, and dearest friend." Quinn turned to look at Santana, the kept walking. "Where the hell are you going Q! That impression was spot on!"
"Hardly!" Quinn through over her shoulder before walking to chemistry.
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"This song, I'm being forced to sing," she glares at Sam now, "and I hardly think it has any meaning to it, so everyone should shut up." Quinn bitched.
"What're you singing? I won't say I'm in love from Hercules?" Santana quipped and a few people laughed. Quinn didn't respond and just blushed, glaring at Sam intensely.
"Anyways! It's a fun song, and it matches my range!" The choir room was silent. "SHUT UP!"
"Quinn if you could sing the song-"
"Fine! Mercedes! Rachel! Kurt! Brittany! Sam!" Get up here!" She barked and they all took there respective places behind her. Sam looking more confused then all of them.
"If there's a prize for rotten judgment
I guess I've already won that
No man is worth the aggravation
That's ancient history, been there, done that."
"Who d'you think you're kidding
He's the earth and heaven to you
Try to keep it hidden
Honey we can see right through you (Oh no)"
"Girl, you can't conceal it
We know how you're feeling
Who you thinking of?"
"No chance, no way, I won't say it, no, no."
"You swoon, you sigh, why deny it, oh, oh."
"It's too cliché, I won't say I'm in love."
"I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming 'get a grip, girl'
'Unless you're dying to cry your heart out'."
"Girl, you can't deny it
Who you are and how you're feeling
Baby we're not buying
Hon we saw you hit the ceiling
Face it like a grown-up
When you gonna own up that you got, got, got it bad?"
"No chance, no way, I won't say it, no no."
"Give up, give in, check the grin, you're in love."
"This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love."
"We'll do it until you admit you're in love."
"You're way off base, I won't say it
Get off my case, I won't say it."
"Girl don't be proud, it's okay you're in love."
"At least out loud I won't say I'm in love."
After the last bit of sha la las, everyone stared at Quinn. She spent the entire song glaring at Santana.
"Fuck you Lopez." Quinn said, Santana smirked.
"Quinn Fucking Fabray. Why haven't they put you in a mental facility yet? You clearly need it more than your looney sister." Quinn began to breathe heavier. "Finally accepted it have you? You're not special. You're not above anyone of us! You're not pure, or perfect, or some idiotic Snow White like you claim to be." Santana stood level with Quinn, their faces mere inches away from each other. "When all is said and done Quinn, next to you I look like freaking angel don't I?"
Quinn leaped on Santana and they were punching and kicking and making out, and crying, and hugging, and apologizing, and making out more, then laughing. Hysterically laughing, no point, no reason, but just plain old laughing. Because nothing fucking made sense anymore, and who were they to try and puzzle it out?
"You two done?" Brittany asked standing over them. The choir room was empty and the Santana and Quinn looked at each other, how long had they been laughing?
She helped them stand up and Santana immediately started crying.
"I swear it didn't mean anything it was jut a heat of the moment thing and you know it's you and- and only you and Brittany..." She trailed off and looked at the surprisingly cold blue eyes.
"I know what you meant by it. I'll see you later San." She shrugged off Santana's weak attempt to grab her wrist and stalked out of the room. The Latina clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Oh my god, what have I done?"
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"I was lucky, to have you guys, and to be so quickly accepted by everyone. Not everybody was, and that's why I'm singing this. I've always sort of connected with the character I guess." Santana shrugged and made eye contact with Brittany, and then Quinn. She held the eye contact with Quinn, after staying up all night together they had bonded, Santana finally understood Quinn. Sort of. Only two people truly understood Quinn.
"So, are you two like a couple or something?" Rachel asked Quinn, the blond girl didn't respond.
"I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to You
Still I see Your face and wonder
Were You once an outcast too?
God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
God help my people
We look to You still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will."
"I ask for wealth,
I ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love I can possess
I ask for God and His angels to bless me." The glee club backed Santana up and she continued to sing.
"I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I." She made eye contact with Quinn who ducked her head.
"God help the outcasts
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were
Children of God
God help the outcasts
Children of God."
There was intense clapping from everyone, and people began standing up.
After glee Santana hung back with Brittany.
"You sang beautifully."
"I don't have feelings for Quinn." Santana responded instantly. "Please believe me, I don't even know how it happened." Brittany nodded thoughtfully.
"I love you Santana, so much. But I have self respect too. Everyone goes around and calls me stupid but I'm not so stupid that it doesn't hurt. I don't take bullying from anyone, including, especially you."
"Brittany please. I'm so in love with you that whenever I'm not with you I'm dying. I'm so in love with you I planned a rant in my head the entire glee club about my feelings. I didn't mean to kiss Quinn. God she doesn't even like me!" Kurt and Mercedes, eavesdropping at the door, growled under their breath. One down, and now they had to add all the girls too!
"One more chance San. Then never again." Brittany warned but all Santana got was that they were back together and the she launched herself at Brittany.
They had sex on the choir room floor.
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The Mystery Man
FanfictionQuinn Fabray is in love, completely and deeply. "Hell if I know!" Santana shrugged as Rachel approached her, "so don't ask! I know you were going to! Everyone's asking me, but she won't even tell me!" Kurt and Mercedes watched a dejected Rachel Ber...
