slytherin-snixx replied to your post: Bitch, you didn’t hear about Head Girl and not tell me did you?
*sliding blades back into my hair* Whatever Q, I know how sneaky you can be. If you find out anything you better tell me.
Oh please. I don’t have any reason to hide anything from you anymore, especially this.
Of course I’ll let you know if I find anything out. Chances are, we’ll find out at the exact same time, and if we’re lucky, we might even be in the same place when we do. Frannie’s getting closer and closer to popping, after all.
The hell, Santana, I just got home, calm it down. No, I didn’t get any sort of correspondence about it, so put the razor blades away.
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I’ve gotta head back, too. My mother’s wanting me home, not for anything specific but to have me home, I guess.
And um. Sure? Like I said, my mother just wants me home, so I can come talk to you whenever about whatever.
Sister Talk || Quinntana
Maybe…I guess. But mostly because I don’t plan on spending my whole vacation fighting. I came here to get away from drama. Plus, Britt threatened to cut off the sex if I don’t start speaking to you again, soon.
Well we can’t have that happening~
… San, I’m glad we were able to have this conversation without destroying anything. Even though you talking to me was fueled by not wanting to get cut off from sweet lady kisses.
Sister Talk || Quinntana
‘Quinnocence?’ Those were good jokes. I applaud myself.
Look Quinn, I know you and Brittany trust Mike and you both want me to be all fine with this but I’m not. I don’t know him that well, and he could do some serious damage with that information. Plus, I still don’t completely get how he figured it out.
Okay, that’s fair. I know better than to try and force you to be okay with something like that.
That being said, though, for Britt’s sake and mine, would you be willing to talk this out with all four of us together? So we can at least all get out what we’re thinking, what our intentions are, everything? Honestly, this place is too beautiful for us to be spending all this time fighting through tension thicker than that goop of a potion Puck made at his OWL.
Sister Talk || Quinntana
Brittany doesn’t know how bad it will be…she doesn’t know them…
Taking a moment to just calm down and breathe, Santana sits quietly in the chair.
…fine, whatever, you’re not wrong. Brittany is super protective. She is actually kind of scary in that way. She’s always defending and protecting your ass (Santana grumbles this part under her breathe).
What if you and Britt are wrong? What if Mike isn’t the guy you both think he is? Brittany is really trusting and you? Well your choices in guys can be… questionable.
Well neither one of us wants to find out.
…
Okay, Alex’s pathetic ass aside, I’ve turned down idiots my mother’s tried to set me up with left and right. Let’s not fault me for a momentary indiscretion. And for another thing, we’ve all been in classes together for six, going on seven years. Mike included. If there was anything even remotely sketchy about him, we would’ve figured it out by now.
I may have made a mistake being with Alex, but I knew well enough not to let him take everything I had. I trusted Mike enough to give him my virginity. Let’s not forget all the beautiful “Quinnocence” jokes you came up once that shit went down. That was never something I took lightly. If I didn’t trust him with that, I wouldn’t trust him with anything else, including and especially anything about you and Brittany.
What is that Muggle saying? Chicks before dicks?
Sister Talk || Quinntana
Santana could see how upset Quinn was, but she wasn’t about to back down.
I don’t know what the fuck you would be doing, Quinn. Who knows what goes on in that twisted little head of yours.
You’re frustrating! Everyone thinks you ares so innocent and perfect but you’re not. You don’t know how bad this will be if it gets out.
I should just fucking Obliviate him myself (Santana mumbles this part to herself).
Santana sits back down in the chair and crosses her legs.I am myself. I don’t know what you are talking about. I’m the same person no matter where I am; a hot ass bitch, with a seriously sharp tongue. I don’t know what Boy-Chang has been doing, I don’t pay that much attention to him. Apparently, I need to keep a closer eye on him though. Tell your boy toy to watch his back.
I never said I was innocent or perfect, Santana. Merlin.
You know what? You’re right, I really don’t know just how bad it’s going to be when it gets out, and I don’t intend on finding out.
Quinn chooses to not address the other crazy shit Santana’s been saying.
… Look.
Notice how you’re the only one freaking out about this? Notice how Brittany isn’t freaking out about this? If she knew Mike wasn’t someone to be trusted with this information, you and I both know she’d do anything to protect this secret for the sake of both of you from idiots who would do anything to destroy you. That’s two out of three.
Say I’m all fuck-crazy and out of my mind. Fine. But Britts? She’d never do anything to fuck you two up. Nothing’s fucking with her mind, and she’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep you two together. And when she’s committed, there’s no shaking her. Not even if it means taking out someone I love. And not even I could stop her.
Tell me I’m lying, Santana, tell me what I’m saying isn’t true and I’ll get the Ministry on my ass for Obliviating Mike myself right here, right now.
Sister Talk || Quinntana
Santana jumps up ready for a physical altercation, if it came down to that.
I didn’t fucking stutter.
Some girls get on the dick and start losing their minds. They tell their boyfriends everything. Your brain cells may not be gone, but he could have your mind twisted.
Santana folds a piece of hair behind her ear, then crosses her arms. She looks as though she is feral cat ready to pounce, but she is pouting at the same time. She is hurt more than angry, but being who she is, she could never let her sister-in-law (and one of her best friends) know that.
If you cared about Britt as much as you say you do, you would have Obliviate him.
… I refuse to physically fight you over any of this.
I can’t believe you even dared to question how much I love Brittany. I haven’t done anything but support the both of you, Santana, try and tell me I’m wrong about that. If I really didn’t care about either one of you, I wouldn’t be having this conversation. I’d be back in London fucking Mike’s brains out as you seem to be implying, now wouldn’t I? Wouldn’t I, Santana?
Quinn’s voice has been wavering since Santana questioned her love for Brittany; she takes a pause after the above to recollect herself.
I would carry your guys’ secret until the day I died if I had to. As far as I’m concerned, I still do because I haven’t told anyone. I thought I made that abundantly clear a long fucking time ago. I could’ve Obliviated him, it would’ve been child’s play, but I figured that having one, just one more person to be truly yourself around would be nice. And for fuck’s sake, if Mike had anything to gain by acting on what he observed, don’t you think he would’ve done it by now?
Sister Talk || Quinntana
Bullshit! Britt, and I are careful, really damn careful, in school.
How the fuck would he know, unless you told him? You’ve been all up in his shit so much lately, you probably let it slip out after screwing him.
Quinn rises to her feet, outraged.
Excuse me?
First of all, I may be having sex now but that doesn’t deplete my brain cells, so don’t you dare insult my intelligence. I’m a woman of my word, Santana. I always have been and I don’t intend on breaking that habit. I didn’t fucking tell him.
Do you have any idea how easy it would’ve been to just Obliviate him if I was the one who fucked up and told him? Hell, to Obliviate him at all? Wanna know why I didn’t? It wasn’t my information to get rid of because he found out on his own.
Sister Talk || Quinntana
Santana waits a moment giving herself a second to think and sulk.
What are you trying to say Quinn?
Quinn knows what she’s about to say is going to suck. Really suck.
He figured out you guys were together by just watching you two, that’s what I’m trying to say. He’s the only person on earth who could possibly do it, I’m pretty sure.
It’s not like you two are being obvious or anything. I’d let you both know if you were. He’s just… He’s just a ninja.
Sister Talk || Quinntana
Fine, usually Mike is okay I guess. But this is different and you know it.
Wanna know something? I freaked the hell out when I found out he knew. I demanded to know who told him, asked him how he knew, pretty much swore his ass to secrecy on the spot. But here’s the crazy part - nobody told him.
You and I both know that Mike’s the one person in glee who doesn’t have his head up his ass 24/7. He’s the one guy who hasn’t started any drama, hasn’t been at any point selfish, who stays neutral whenever anyone has a bitch fit. That leaves a lot of time for just… observing.
Sister Talk || Quinntana
Santana rolls her eyes as Quinn rises. She had full intentions of closing the door back, the instant the blonde said something she didn’t like.
Whatever. Speak.
Santana walks across her room, not waiting for Quinn to respond, and sits in a chair by the window.
Quinn decides to sit on their bed.
Okay, so first of all, I promised you both that I wouldn’t say a word about you two, and I’m letting you know right now that I didn’t.
I have no reason to tell Mike about you two. He has no use for that information because he’s not some skeezy asshole who would rat anyone out on a secret they give a shit about. If he was, you and Britts wouldn’t let me date him.
Tell me I’m wrong.
Sister Talk || Quinntana
Santana sick of hearing the loud sound coming from her door, snatches it open.
Stop banging on the damn door!
What do you want, Quinn?
The second the door opens, Quinn rises so Santana can’t slam the door back onto her.
I clearly want to speak with you about what happened three nights ago, Santana.
It’s not worth cutting off all communication for. We’ve talked just about everything out before, haven’t we?
Sister Talk || Quinntana
Quinn is sitting on the floor in their shared bathroom, knocking on the perpetually-locked door that leads to Santana and Brittany’s room.
It’s been three days, Santana. We have to talk some time.
Look, Mike went to go surf and he’s probably going to be gone until they drag him off the beach by force, so could you please just open this door?
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