Something - Quinn Fabray

Chapter 72

"And he was all, 'Don't come back until you can be as loyal to the glee club as the rest of the people in here,'" Santana said, lying on Quinn's bed ranting as Quinn typed away at her laptop at her desk. The Latina had shown up unceremoniously at the Fabray house on Saturday after lunch, needing someone to bitch to after Schuester had banned her from glee for setting the purple piano on fire the previous day. The teacher had banned Santana from the New Directions after the whole burning piano incident since the Cheerios had been found culpable.

"He said that?" Quinn asked, glancing at Santana incredulously.

"I know, right?" Santana complained. "Loyal? As if those weasels would recognize loyalty if it danced naked across the choir room in a sombrero! We didn't even set the stupid piano on fire, one of those idiot Skank girls flicked a cigarette butt on it!"

"Well, you did pour alcohol on it..."

"Okay, Princess Bubblegum, whose side are you on here?"

"What did Britt say about all this?"

Santana flopped back onto the bed. "You know her, she just kept her cool the whole time. She said she didn't join in because she was a water sign." She shook her head in fond exasperation at her - secret - girlfriend. Things had gotten so much better since junior prom, and had only improved over the summer. She still wasn't ready to be out yet, but she and Brittany were good. "She's still in glee."

Quinn looked at her knowingly. "You miss glee, don't you?"

Santana scowled again. So maybe she did miss making an idiot of herself in the choir room. At least Coach Sylvester had made her Cheerio captain this year. Well, co-captain, with Becky Jackson, but whatever. She could deal. Her retort was interrupted by a knock on the door, which opened to admit Ryan. "Midget," Santana nodded grudgingly.

"Santana," Ryan greeted pleasantly. "Hi Quinn." He walked over, giving Quinn a kiss on the cheek.

"Keep it PG, otherwise Imma throw up all over Quinnie's pretty covers."

"Shut up, Santana," Quinn groused, pulling Ryan down into a deeper kiss. Santana smirked, knowing her friend was doing it on purpose. "If you don't like it you can leave."

"Wow, so that's how it is, huh? Here I am, telling you how I basically got booted from glee -"

"You got kicked out of glee?" Ryan interrupted. "That's fantastic!"

Santana glared at him. "Not exactly the reaction I was looking for."

"Well, no, it's too bad that you got kicked out," Ryan amended quickly. "But if you're no longer in the New Directions, then that means you're free to join the new glee club we're starting!"

"Oh, so you finally got Mommy Dearest to make you your very own glee club?" Santana snarked. Ryan had been going on all summer about getting a new, better glee club started, with his mom as director. Santana knew it would be loads better, if only because it wouldn't have hypocritical idiots in it.

"Sarcasm inside, yes," Ryan nodded. "It wasn't all my doing though, Sugar Motta's father offered to fund a new glee club for her, and he approached my mom to direct it. Her pedigree as a show choir coach does speak for itself."

"Wow," Santana nodded. "So we've found the parent who spoils their kid more than your parents spoil you."

"They don't spoil me -"

"Okay, time out," Quinn broke in. "If you're going to fight, don't do it in my room. Go outside and let me finish my homework."

"Sorry."