A/N: Hi guys! I'm truly sorry for the super late update. Life's a bish... ._.
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Chapter 17
The room was flooded with light.
Earlier
Do we really have to watch this?
I rapidly stuff my mouth with popcorn, mentally scolding myself why I let Quinn decide on what movie to watch as I went up to make popcorn.
Stupid popcorn. Stupid, stupid, popcorn.
I immediately ran back down the basement and sat myself to the lazy boy next to her. She smiled at me that made my body tingle and... Stuff... (Yeah, right) That is why I forgot to ask what movie we're about to watch.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
She pressed play and the movie started. At first, I was confused, I didn't know that we have foreign films save in our laptop. Maybe one of the Asian sensations stored it there. I'm not bothered reading subtitles coz you know I loves to reads. But when the title came up.
A muffled "Oh, shit" escaped from my mouth. The bowl filled with buttered popcorn nearly fell off my lap that made me held on to it, just a little bit tighter.
I glanced at Quinn. She's not taking her eyes off the screen, too engrossed at watching/ reading the movie. I can't even look at the screen! The surround system makes it worst because even if I'm pretending to watch the movie, because I'm not! Who fucking watches the original, Japanese version of "The Ring"!? Have you seen it!? Even if it's in the middle of the day and the sun shinning brightly outside, I wouldn't dare watch it!
*Pussy*
I'm not a pussy you bitch! I just don't like it! Who does pay for expensive movie tickets just to wet themselves, screaming at the top of their lungs, giving themselves minor heart attacks watching those damn movies!? Well not me! I'd rather poke my own eyes with a teaspoon!
I didn't have the heart to ask Quinn to change the movie, not because I'm scared she'll slap me again…
'coz I'm not.
I'm not, ok!? *Maybejustalittle.* It fucking hurts.
So, I didn't interrupt her because she's freaking enjoys watching it, ok. I think she doesn't have fear genes in her body. Good God, woman! I bet she party's at graveyards.
Instead, I just rapidly stuff my mouth with popcorn. Quinn has her own bowl placed on her lap and then the next thing I know was that I've reached the bottom of my bowl. Not even ten minutes in the movie and I'm out of popcorn. Great. Just, great!
I discreetly excused myself out of the basement to get some more food. I then remembered Quinn's home cooked lasagna. I removed it out of the oven, brought two disposable plates with me because I know popcorn is not real food and maybe Quinn's already hungry as I sssslowly went back down the basement. I swear it's not on purpose to buy time. I'm carrying a hot dish and-
You know what, I don't need to explain myself to you peasants.
I placed the lasagna at the small table in between our chairs and started to cut portions for each of us, not minding about the movie. I took a bite from mine (Hmmm... Yum!) then focused all my attention on Quinn's part. The movie's sound effects were not even loud that time. I was handing Quinn her lasagna when I saw her pointing at the screen, grinning like an idiot.
"Hey san, look!" She whispered yell and seems excited. Maybe a hot Japanese school girl in her uniform was being shown on-screen and she wanted me to see it. So without thinking, fully trusting Quinn, I turned my head to the screen.
Big. Fucking. Mistake.
Fucking Sadako slowly fucking crawled out of the fucking TV and it was so fucking focused and our fucking LCD screen was so fucking huge so fucking Sadako is so fucking big and it's so fucking close to us! Ffffuuuuuuccckkk!
The next thing happened so fast.
I screamed like a girl. Well, I'm a girl. Your argument is invalid so shut up.
"Ahhh!"
I sat back down on my chair still holding the knife I used in cutting the lasagna that I supposed to give to Quinn.
Question: Where is the plate with Quinn's lasagna?
"Ahhh!"
Oh. There.
The plate. On Quinn's lap. The lasagna? On Quinn's chest.
I'm in shock as I stare at Quinn's chest. I mean the lasagna that's on Quinn's chest.
I heard the basement door slammed open, feet quickly descending the stairs, shock gasps but my attention was still on Quinn.
"What have you done, Santana?" someone says. That caught my attention and slowly looked at the tiny figure. I immediately know who came barging down the stairs.
Rachel and Brittany.
Shit!
I quickly stood up, turned the movie off, and ran towards Rachel, reached behind her where she and Brit screamed as I flicked the lights on.
End of flash back
I'll deal with Hobbs and B later.
First, Quinn.
My eyes nearly bugged out as I ran to her chair, giving my full attention to her.
Her pristine white summer dress is now covered with her very own baked vegan lasagna.
"I'm so, so, so sorry Quinn! Let me help y-"
"Quinn!" Comes the barging ball of energy slash hobbit slash diva slash Streisand worshipper slash over protective best friend slash hobbit, and slash hobbit again just to be clear. "What happened to you? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Do I need to bring you to the hospital? Should I call your parents?-"
"Rach! It's ok. I'm fine. It's just, pasta sauce." Quinn's trying to placate her panicking best friend. "And Santana, it's ok. Not your fault anyway. I shouldn't have scared you like that." Quinn scrunching her nose, which is so adorable even with the sauce all over her... chest... Err.
Wait. What? That's it? I thought she's going to claw my eyes out? Weird. But good weird, I guess.
"Uhm, ok, but still, let me help you clean up. I mean, I'm the one who accidentally dumped lasagna on you, which by the way, was delicious."
"Uh, ok-"
"That won't be necessary Santana." The hobbit quickly answered for the blond. "I'm her best friend and I'll be taking it from here. I can take her home. I'll just need to borrow Brittany's car so I-" Rachel stopped from her long speech, realizing the situation.
"Oh-" a small 'o' forming from her lips. Quinn and I were smirking at each other knowing Rachel's realization.
"Sure!" Brittany quickly handing Rachel her car keys, oblivious to what's happening. "Here Rachie, you can use Bee so you can take Quinn home to change... Wait, what's going on?" Questions the taller blond. Slightly confused.
"Why Rachie, Cat's got your tongue?" Quinn teasing
"Tubbs' here!?"
"Um, no, Lord Tubbington's not here Brittany and no, that won't be necessary. I won't need your car..." Rachel sending death glares to a snickering Quinn. We're both trying to control from laughing out loud at Rachel.
"Why? She needs to change and clean up. Don't tell me you'll walk all the way to Q's house with her looking like a murder scene?"
That's when we both lose it and came to a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Brit's' looking amused while Hobbs' trying not to smack her head to the chair Quinn's sitting on.
"Seriously Hobbs? From a very observant person, you've just now realized this very information?" I asked, still laughing. Quinn was also rolling at her chair. God, Papi's going to kill me if I didn't clean that lasagna all over this room, especially from that chair. Ugh.
"Realize what?" Brittany still confused
"Ha-ha. You can stop now guys." Said a very irritated Rachel which made us laugh even harder. "Seriously. Stop." She huffed, crossed her arms pouting turning to face Brittany. "Realize their current living locations, Brit." Rachel now pinching the bridge of her nose.
"The what?"
"These two's living place."
"Why? Is it far? Don't worry about the gas, I-"
Quinn and I were laughing again.
"Seriously, what is going on?" Now Brittany's pissed. I stopped laughing, so was Quinn. You don't piss Britt. You wouldn't want to know what a pissed Brittany S. Pierce can do. Nope. Nuh-uh.
"Brittany" Rachel miserably sighed. "These two," pointing irritated at us "lives just across from each other" Rachel face palmed
"What!?" Brittany's eyebrows rose to her hairline.
"I know right! We just learned that this morning! Mami and Papi were making fun of me by the ways. Pff..."
"Yeah, mom and dad were being creepy about it too." Quinn turns to Rachel "how come you didn't realize the moment you've recognized me and had dinner with us? We didn't even change address!"
"I'm sorry! I was so excited that day. I was so caught up with planning our daily itineraries and then this situation with you and Sa-" Quinn's the one who gave Rachel a quick death glare. Wow. *insert heart eyes* "-some school organizations that you're considering to join. I've come up with a PowerPoint presentation, which I will show you later on, on why you should not consider any of those and just join the glee club, which by the way, you, didn't attend the auditions, but fear not, I already told Mr. Shue that you are very qualified but he still insists that you sing on Tuesday and of course, you're in Cheerios."
"Wait, you're joining glee club?"
"This so awesome! We're gonna be besties!" Brittany went hugging a grimacing Quinn, not caring if she's soaked with pasta sauce.
She let go of the shorter blond and now they have matching sauce stains on their chest. Quinn's worst because the stain on her chest sticks to her more and... Oh god! Abort! Abort! Abort mission! Don't look! Abort!
Thankfully Rachel took Quinn's hand. They excused their selves and went back to Quinn's house to clean up.
We decided to meet after an hour.
Brittany helped me clean the room while eating Quinn's leftover popcorn wiggling her eyebrows. I just rolled my eyes on her while doing my best to clean Papi's favorite chair.
Quinn
We ran across from the Lopez's mansion to our home and went straight to my room. I headed quickly to my bathroom, removed my now ruined white summer dress and went under the shower. Maybe I'll just dye that dress later if the stain won't come off.
"How could you do this to me Rachie?! You almost told Santana that I have a major crush on her! And how come you didn't notice our living situation earlier!" I yelled under the shower while Rachel change from her sweats in my room.
I told you I'm sorry! I was caught up with seeing you after so many years of being away, with school and with your drama with Santana! Which, is totally fine with me by the way. You, being attracted to the same gender and all. Santana's a little mean at first, because you know she needs to keep up with her reputation but when you know the real her, she's a real softy. Just, don't break her heart Quinn. I don't think I can handle a broken Santana again. The last part was a little muffled. I was scrubbing while Rachel was moving around my room.
Wait, what? Did I heard right? Again? Or…?
I opened the sliding glass door inside the bathroom and yelled "What?"
"Nothing! Rachel yelled. I think she's inside my closet (ohhh…).
"I said she's a nice friend to have and I don't want another slapping contest happening in the future."
I was laughing while patting myself dry. I came out the bathroom and headed to my walk in closet, smiling, seeing Rachel, laying on the couch, her left arm covering her eyes. She's now wearing one of my dress blouses, a baby blue one which can qualify as a real dress when she wears it because she's tiny and it looks cute on her. I'm contemplating if I'm going to wear another dress or shorts because pants are not an option right now (No pun intended). I need to buy one ASAP. It's going to be freezing soon and the weather here is bipolar. I chose a washed colour jean shorts that's just above the knees, a sleeveless dark button-down shirt with tiny red flowers design and my red Toms.
I finished dressing and saw Rachel, now sitting on the couch looking at me.
"What?" I said smiling curiously.
"Nothing. Not another dress?" she said smirking
"No. I just wore one and now it's ruined. I swear I've brought dozens of pants here and now they're all gone. I don't know if mom misplaced them or something. Remind me to buy them in the mall later."
"Really? Ok, I think I'll need a pair or two. It's going to be cold and I don't want to be a popsicle."
"You'll be a cute popsicle though" I said winking at Rachel.
"Ha-ha Fabray. Be thankful I love you." Rachel looking at her watch "Oh! We better walk back to Santana's." she said as she slips her ballet flats. I grabbed my wallet and mobile, following Rachel out of the house.
As we walked back to the Lopez's mansion, Santana and Brittany were already outside the house, waiting beside Santana's car.
"Hi guys!" Brittany being her cheery self changed to a dark pink leggings and a baggy grey shirt with bold 'DIVA' written across while Santana in her usual skinny jeans and a Nirvana band shirt.
We waved at them and went right inside the back seat.
"Hey guys, is it fine with you if we go straight to the stores? Quinn and I would like to buy new sets of pants. We can go on separate ways and maybe after we could just go meet and eat somewhere."
"That's great! I mean, I could also buy new sets of clothes. I haven't bought anything new since I came back from Miami. What about you B?" Santana turning her head quickly to look at Brittany.
"I'm totally cool with that! I don't need anything new though. I can just play dress up at the stores!"
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We parked outside the mall and went straight inside a store that caters mostly pants and cute shirts. Santana and Rachel went around the store looking for something they like. Brittany went straight for the shirts and I, went to the pants section, getting anything nice that caught my eyes. I saw the girls placing their selected items on the counter to pay. I know I'm a size 0 but I still need to check if the jeans' fits comfortably on me. The three went to sit on the store's couch near the fitting room.
"I'm sorry guys, but this might take a while." Me showing the items I'm about to try which is a lot. Like a dozen or so pants. "You can stroll around if you want to. Rachel can stay and help me decide on what to buy."
"Oh shush you," Brittany sitting comfortably at the middle "It's totally fine! I need to rest my feet for a while from all that dancing and Santana here didn't let me rest back in the house" hitting Santana playfully on the thigh, making me arched a perfect eyebrow at Rachel.
Rachel gave me a devilish 's sitting at Brittany's right while Santana on her left.
"Are you sure?" my question was directed to Rachel because my eyebrow hasn't settled on its normal level.
"Yeah, totally" Santana gave a light shrug
"You heard them! Now go and fit half of the store's pants!" Rachel made a shooing motion as I gave her my wallet and mobile before heading to the fitting room.
Santana
Quinn went inside the fitting room with more than a dozen pair of jeans. I know from experience that this will take a lot so I excused myself to buy us some coffee. I went to buy candies for Britt because I know she's low on energy and needs a lot of sugar. After that, I went to get coffee. The line was long at Starbucks and it took me 15 minutes to place and get my orders. I returned to the store and place the drinks at the small table in front of the couch where B and Hobbs are comfortably sitting. Rachel leaning at the couch's armrest while B's head on Rachel's shoulder, feet up on the couch, playing with her phone.
"Hi S!"
"So, what did I miss?" I asked as I reached for B's feet and placed them on my lap.
"Oh, not so much." Rachel looking up from the magazine she's reading "I think she's down to the last two pairs"
Wow, that was fast. I removed my phone from my back pocket when the door of the fitting room opened.
Holy Mary Margaret mother of Emma! My eyes nearly bugged out!
When is wearing jeans become so sexy! Holy sweet baby Jesus!
"Oh! Hi Tana! You're back!" Quinn walking to us "So, how about this one?" she turns around letting us check if the one she's wearing looks good on her. Rachel and Brittany gave thumbs up of approval while I cannot comprehend a single word in my head. Quinn nodded and headed back inside the fitting room for her last pair.
Asdfghklasdfghjkl!
How could I miss this opportunity! How could I miss, Quinn modelling in different pairs of jeans! I demand a rerun! No! Stupid idea for a coffee run! Why now? Why…?!
The fitting room door opened revealing Quinn in a ripped washed-colour skinny jeans. I cannot miss this last pair of jeans! I went to the camera app on my phone. Quinn was just about to turn to show us the back part of her jeans when,
*Flash*
All set of eyes were on me. Well, three pairs to be exact.
Just fucking kill me now. Just, kill me. Now. I want the floor to open and swallow me whole. NOW.
I swear to God I can feel my face getting hotter and hotter. I'm betting on my life that my face is redder than the color red and I look like a fish trying hard to explain what happened.
Why, oh, why did I not check if the flash of my camera app is off?! Ugh!
I looked at my right and saw Rachel with a questioning raised eyebrow and a giggling Brittany shaking her head. Quinn's got the same reaction as Rachel. Fuck!
"W-what? I'm just, I'm going to take a selfie! I accidentally pressed the button!"
They're still looking t me like I grew two more heads.
"What?! It's not my fault this device have sensitive touch screens!" Brittany's smirking shaking her head and I heard Rachel whispering 'whatever' which earned a death glare from me making her go back to her magazine. I turned back to Quinn.
"So, I'll take that as a yes." Quinn went back to the fitting room grinning while shaking her head.
"It was an accident!" I yelled.
Accident my ass.
xxxxx
Quinn went straight to the counter to pay the items she's getting. We head to a couple more stores just to check if there are items we could buy and thankfully, the 'flash' issue was not brought up until we got to our homes.
I checked my photos that night and damn, the picture of Quinn in jeans was a bit blurry. I decided to delete the evidence and placed my phone beside my pillow. I was about to sleep when Brit's message tone keeps turning up. I reached for my glasses and checked what's up.
What the hell? 18 messages.
I opened Brit's messages and it was like Christmas.
18 messages.
18 PICTURE messages.
18 picture messages of Quinn fitting her new pair of jeans.
BEST. BEST FRIEND. EVAH!
GOOD FUCKING NIGHT BISHES!