Quinn Fabray (hbic_queenbee) wrote in angellogs, @ 2014-02-24 11:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, quinn fabray, santana lopez |
Who: Quinn and Santana
When: 02/24/14, after school
What: more talk of Brittana reuniting
Where: Santana’s hotel room
Warnings: None
Quinn didn’t really understand why Blaine had asked her to talk to Santana, but she supposed that it didn’t really matter, because she didn’t mind doing so. She wanted to make sure that the Latina really knew what she was doing. She was sure that she didn’t. She was also wondering what Brittany had meant about them being from different times. Quinn still didn’t understand how that worked. She didn’t really know what to do about that. The last she knew she had been planning on messing up the glee club’s chance for Nationals, because she had been pissed that Finn had chosen Rachel over her again. Like, why did that keep happening? Quinn honestly didn’t know why that bothered her. She wanted to say it was because she cared about Finn, but she knew that wasn’t true. Quinn was sure it had to do with Rachel, but she didn’t like to think on that too much.
She was on her way to Santana’s hotel room, she had gotten on the bus. Quinn still didn’t know how she was here and not in New York. Quinn really didn’t know what she was going to do about this. It’s not as if she really had any idea what was going on. Quinn ran her hand through her long blonde hair, and settled back on the bus, although she was almost there. She was reading a book, she didn’t want to sit on the bus without reading. She would fall asleep.
Quinn wasn’t sure how to start the conversation when she got to the hotel. Quinn had texted Blaine and he’d told her what floor she was on. The blonde headed inside, still marveling at the warm Southern California weather. Not that it had been cold in New York, because it hadn’t been. It had been nice. Quinn didn’t really know if she wanted to live in New York permanently, and Blaine had told her that Kurt was in London. Quinn was a little jealous, and she was sure that she didn’t understand the logistics of being able to travel wherever you wanted. Quinn supposed that it was something she probably would never understand.
When there was a knock on her door, Santana had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. She didn’t really know what she was supposed to do if it was Brittany. Or Blaine Warbler. Omg he kept texting her and it was really getting on her nerves. Santana supposed she was glad that Brittany had people who cared about her, not that she didn’t, but it’s not like they were as close as they used to be, but she was still not happy with the constant texting.
The person at the door was Quinn, and she was really surprised. Santana hadn’t even known she was here. Santana supposed that she shouldn’t be surprised. People kept showing up here. She was pretty sure there were actual Disney princesses here. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk to one, because she was sure she would make a fool of herself. Santana smirked at her. She wasn’t sure when Quinn was from, she had no idea what the other girl knew. Santana wondered if Blaine had been the one to tell her that she was here. “What do you want, Fabray?” She asked. She hadn’t forgotten that slap. Of course, things had been different when they’d gone to talk to Rachel about not doing that movie.
“Santana, Blaine asked me to come.” Quinn thought it wouldn’t really matter if she told her now, because Santana was still going to object to her being here anyway. She didn’t think she’d force her to leave, but really, Quinn was briefly clued in, from her comments with Brittany and Blaine, but she honestly was from a different time, so it was mostly over her head. But she wanted to help Brittany, the girl was really wanting to be with Santana, and if all that was standing in the way was Santana’s stubbornness, then what was the problem? She didn’t really get it. She had to admit, she wanted to talk to Santana about her possible feelings for Rachel, but she wasn’t really sure that she wanted to examine that right now.
“No, get the fuck out.” Santana said, shaking her head. She didn’t want to talk to her, especially about Brittany. She didn’t know why people kept butting into her business. She didn’t get what the deal was. Why they had to keep harping at her. Blaine knew better, because he was from around the time that Santana was. However, Quinn might not. She really didn’t know why she wasn’t allowed to have her own feelings and thoughts. She really was tired of this.
Quinn folded her arms tightly. “You are hurting Brittany. She doesn’t know what you’re talking about, you know. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I wish I did. I don’t know anything that’s going on, I’m still a freakin’ junior.” She spit this out, she was still so annoyed. How was that possible? She was going to have to really work on being popular, too, she wasn’t doing that unpopular thing again. She would never go through that again if she could help it.
“Quinn, really….. I realize that you don’t know what I’m talking about….. but why does that mean that my feelings are suddenly invalid?” Santana wasn’t going to listen to this if it was just going to be negative. She ran her hand through her long black hair. She was so sick of this. She was getting it from all sides. Would she get it from Rachel next? Honestly, she wouldn’t be surprised. It seems like everyone was butting in because they felt like they knew her. She really didn’t care if they had to say anything. Santana was so ticked off. She didn’t get what the big deal was. She was allowed to have her own feelings about things. It was just hard for her to forget Brittany picking Sam. It was ridiculous.
Quinn gave her a glare. “I’m not leaving, Santana. Not until you agree that you should at least try. Brittany is an amazing person, Santana. She isn’t from the time you are. She doesn’t remember dating Sam.” That was still a blow to her, that all three of them had been with Sam. That was just psycho. She wasn’t sure how that had ended up happening. She ran her tongue over her teeth and counted to ten. That was the best way to deal with her.
“Get out, Fabray.” Santana said more forcefully, opening the door so she would get it and leave. She wished that she would. She was incredibly stubborn, and it wasn’t going to go away anytime soon, as much as her friends wished it would. Santana was fighting back tears, and she really didn’t want to cry in front of Quinn. She really didn’t want to. It was weakness, and there was only a handful of people she would cry in front of when she wasn’t drunk.
“Fine… but only because I have homework.” Quinn sighed. Then she left. This was such a messed up situation. Really.