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Falling Into History	By : cris2747 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 14513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: I don't own glee if I did then well Finn would've never been on the show. Well maybe I need someone to bash. This week I find myself alone since my mother took my son for some bounding. And I'm so fucking bored. Lol. Alrighty kids on with the show.
Chapter Eleven: And The Solo Goes Too…
Quinn laid in her will Santana's bed, but she's been sleeping there since she moved in so it might as well be her bed too, ear buds loud in her eyes closed. It's been a long week after all. All day today mysterious things kept happening to Mercedes, Kurt and Artie. She couldn't find in herself to be mad at her friends they were only looking out for her after all. She smiles having friends that would do anything for you is kind of awesome. She spent so many years pushing everyone including San to a distance because she was afraid of their reaction to her little friend that she missed out on so much.
But now she has a second chance to put everything right correct the mistakes that were born form her insecurities. The insecurities that her mother helped too plant inside of her but it's not all bad though. No she had friends now that went to bat for her and two girlfriends that she can't help but fall for. Quinn smirks remembering all that happened that day.

Flashback
Mercedes was seriously pisses at herself she screwed up her audition and more than likely Beak Nose will get the solo. Once again she's pushed into the background instead of the spotlight where she belongs. 'Cedes can't understand why everyone was just so in love with the ugly bitch. For one thing she's annoying and another she's selfish. Nope she just doesn't understand the appeal.
Kurt was nowhere around at the moment so she headed to her locker. She smiles and waves at random people making her seem more popular than she was a trick she learned early on in her high school career. Not that it helped any she was still at the bottom of the social ladder when Jewfasa seemed to be elevating her status. Which doesn't sit will for her not one little bit. First off she's a cup of steamy hot chocolate and Rachel looks like a tranny on crack. Second of all she sings better and Rachel sounds like two cats humping. She would've gotten more solos if she kissed as much ass as RuPaul.
'Cedes sighs turning the lock she'll show them all once she's bigger than Beyoncé and Rihanna and Rachel sucking some director's dick just to be in the background. She'll show them all. She smirks opening her locker screaming when hundreds of slimy disgusting worms fall on her. She tries to move back but slips on the ones that fell to her feet. She sits embarrassed while the whole hallway laughs and points at her. Jewfro walks up too her recording the whole thing. She fights back tears pushing the camera out of her face. She struggles to stand up but slips squashing worms underneath her.
The reason Kurt Hummel wasn't with 'Cedes this morning because he was sitting in the restroom crying over Marc Jacobs's jacket. Some Neanderthal thought it would be funny to take scissors or a knife to it. He left it in his locker this morning while he practice scales in the auditorium. He figured that it be safer there since he lost what little protection he had being the star quarterback's step-brother. But no whoever it was managed to break into his locker and destroy his expensive jacket.
After he left the restroom he heard the buzz about the Mercedes incident and was glad that he wasn't anywhere near her.
Finn couldn't walk two feet all day without being blast in the face with slushies or shoved face first into lockers. The poor deluded boy walked into school today praying that yesterday was just a fluke. So when Finn walked into school with his usual cocky strut and smug grin on his face the puck heads decided to dose him with three slushie facials. Finn sputters profanities wiping the sting from his eyes. He almost felt bad for Kurt and the other losers he hit or had hit with these icy bitch slaps but he wasn't a loser like them. This wasn't supposed to happen to him it's all Rachel's fault if he had stayed with Quinn than he would still be on top of the social ladder not here lower than Jewfro.
Finn pushes past the crowd leaving a trail of slushie behind him when he was shoved face first into the locker. Finn cries out holding his nose after hearing the painful crunch against the lockers bleed dripped between his fingers. He looked up to see Karofsky and Azimio high fiving each other. Finn growls moving to tackle the bigger boy when his blindsided on his right. He fell hard sliding to a stop he groans turning on his back. Above him he sees Sam smirking down at him while Karofsky slaps his back turning him to walk away. The boy gets up slowly cradling his side seethed plotting his revenge on everyone but of course everyone knows that he's an idiot and wouldn't be able to think himself out of a paper bag.
Joe still limping after his encounter with the devil bemoans his broken junk. Groaning he leans against the locker pulling out books that he needs for class. A hush fell over the crowd he looks up hesitantly seeing the object of his wet dreams and the source of his pain walking down the hallway with another brunette. Satan looks at him smirking daring him to open his mouth. Feeling his balls shrink into his stomach he limps as fast as he could away from them. Santana's mocking laughter follows him as he disappears around the corner.
End Flashback

She feels a weight shift on the bed lips attached to her own before she could open her eyes. Moaning into the mouth attacking her own she opens her just enough to allow a tongue to snake in. A lavender scent invaded her nose smirking she kissed her Latina girlfriend harder. She bites down hard on her lips then sucks in the abused flesh.
Santana moans fisting Quinn's silky messy hair tugging her closer. She straddles her waist grinding her hips forward shivering when her girl's hardness met her soft core. Quinn's sneaks her hands up laying claim on her girl's slender waist her skirt riding up flashing Quinn her wet core. One of her ear buds fell out and she heard Santana's delicious moans filling the air causing to ground her hips harder hitting her bundle of nervous.
"Oh fuck Q," she pants harshly in her mouth.
Quinn groans, "Hmmm I missed you too. I fucking hate this detention bullshit." She places small wet kisses along her jaw making her way down to her pulse point.
Santana tilts her head to the side giving her better access, "Me too babe." She moans when Quinn starts sucking on her sweet spot, "I'll be glad when these three weeks are up." She gasps grinding down again pulling Quinn's hot mouth closer.
"Not that I'm not happy to see you babe but where's our tiny diva," Quinn asks biting down hard leaving a red mark on her girl. She smirks loving the fact she left her mark for the world to see letting them know that Santana's sexy ass is taken.
Santana whimpers, "Oh fuck Quinn you better not have left a hicky!"
She hears Quinn's smug but muffled, "Oops."
Santana rolls her eyes, "Oops my ass. I think you're a secret vampire Q," she squeals laughing when Quinn rolls them over grinding her hips hard, "oh wow and you like marking me," wrapping her long legs around her waist hooking her ankles together her skirt bunched up and wrinkled now.
Quinn chuckles against her neck she lifts her amused hazel eyes, "Nope not at all San." She gives her cheeky grin and attaches her lips again on the same spot.
Santana voice comes out thick and raspy, "My mistake. But to answer your question Shelby wanted to take Rachel out for dinner for some mother daughter bonding."
Quinn hums moving her lips to Santana's collar bone, "So I have you all to myself?"
Santana jerks her hips up when Quinn grinds hers hard, "Uh huh."
Quinn lifts her head grinning, "So what would you say to dinner at Breadsticks? Since our tiny girlfriend left us to fend for ourselves and our parents don't allow us in the kitchen."
Santana tries to calm down her breathing, "Yeah I can eat me some 'stix." She moans, "But as much as I hate to say it you have to get off me."
Quinn whines, "But I like it here." She teases Santana more nipping her clothed breast.
Santana whimpers, "Oh you bitch you don't play fair and as much as I love you between my legs I don't think we can get away with it in public."
Quinn rolls her eyes pouting, "Fine but I reserve the right to finish playing with you later."
A sharp sting of arousal shot through the Latina making her wetter than before, "Oh you and Rachel can play with me as much as you want. As long as I get to do the same." She snakes her hand between their bodies finding Quinn's hardness giving it a small squeeze.
Her hips jerk in surprise, "Oh fuck San!"
Santana hums, "Not now but soon babe." She squeezes the hard muscle again getting another whimper from the girl above her, "But for now I really want those 'stix you promised me."
Quinn's head falls forward panting breathe tickling her neck, "Uh huh give me a minute."
Santana grins the hot shaft twitching in her hand, "You have to get up babe no wait you're already up."
Quinn chuckles, "You have to let go of little Q or else I'll be inclined to never move," wiggles her hips for emphases.
Santana gives her little friend a pat before pulling her arm out, "As you wish Q-ball."
Quinn chuckles louder, "I still don't want to get up this is one of my favorite spots." She wiggles her hips enough to bump Santana's wet core. The both hiss when pleasure shoots through them.
Santana whimpers, "Behave or else we'll never go eat."
Quinn lifts her head giving her a cheeky grin, "Well honestly I can live with that."
The Latina rolls her eyes nudging the girl off of her. Quinn sighs pitifully before rolling of her turning her back she reaches down to adjust herself. Since coming clean about her penis Quinn stopped wearing the constricting underwear and little Q couldn't be happier. Santana chuckles guessing the problem her former blonde girlfriend had. Even though they all agreed to take things slow Santana wished they'd progress a little faster or else she'll be forced to give herself a helping hand.
She bounces off the bed searching for her shoes. When she entered the room and saw Quinn looking so relax and sexy sprawled out on her bed she threw them off and didn't see where they landed. The brunette shrugged she can't help it if her girlfriends are sexy bitches. "Ha!" she shouts in triumph finding her wayward heels holding onto Quinn to keep her balance as she slips them on. Leaning up she gives her amused girl a peck on the cheek.
Quinn watches her slightly hypnotized with gentle sway of the Latina's full hips. Giving herself a mental shake Quinn trots after her looping the tan arm through hers. A sickening loving smile planted on her face makes Santana quirk her eyebrow, "What's with the serial killer look, Q?"
She flushes, "Shut up Satan? Can't I admire my girl without sarcasm from you?"
Santana coos giving her a peck on the lips, "It's cool Quinn I've seen the same look on Rae too. You girls can't help but stare at my sexy ass."
Quinn huffs opening the car door for her, "You're so conceited San."
Santana grin unrepentant, "Maybe buts it's the truth. Sooo don't bother denying it."
Quinn ignores her starting the car because she couldn't refute the statement, "So I talked to Mami she said it was fine that we go to 'stix but I thought that Rae would be joining us." Quinn laces their fingers together, "Not that I'm complaining though I like spending time with you no matter what."
Santana's thumb strokes her hand, "I get it Quinn we haven't together just us in a long time so this is nice. I do miss our tiny girlfriend though."
The former blonde sighs, "Me too but I think it's a good thing that we spend one on one time with each other. You and Rae need it too so do I. I think it'll help us grow as a couple or trio whatever."
Santana nods, "Yeah I think so too get to know each other better and all that crap. But I want my time with both of my girls too."
"Well duh. All I'm trying to say is if you and Rae want to go out one day by yourselves after your grounding is done, I won't be pissed," Quinn smirks. "I'll miss you both like hell but it'll be a good thing for us all."
Santana scoffs, "You just don't want to go shopping with us Q-ball. I know you hate it whereas me and short stack love it."
Quinn grins unabashedly, "Well duh I fucking shopping like I know you hate getting up early and jogging with me and Rae hates sitting watching us play COD."
Santana shrugs, "So true since we're not in cheerios anymore I don't see the point of waking up at the ass crack of dawn like you two."
Quinn turns into Breadstix parking near the door, "See one on one time will be good for us. It'll give me and you a chance to reconnect and you and Rae a chance to learn all about each other."
Santana waits for Quinn to open her door. She's learned in the small amount of time they've been dating that Quinn love to act like a gentlewoman. She'll go so far as too pout for what seemed like hours if you don't let her open doors for you. She couldn't help but find this quirk of hers to be very enduring and she kinda likes it no one's ever done that for her.
She takes Quinn's hand when she helps her out. After a quick look around she kisses her cheek thanking her girl. When they walk into the restaurant they can feel the looks people are giving them. Doing their best to ignore it they look at the menu.
After the waitress came to get their order Quinn sits back smirking, "So are you going to tell what you did to Artie? I thought he was going to cry."
Pure mischief shined in Santana's eyes as she sits back too looking rather smug as she launches in on her story.

Flashback Thursday Lunch Time
Artie rolls up the ramp feel pissed he tried all night to get ahold of Britt but the whiney brat didn't answer her phone. She has no right to be upset so yeah he recorded their sexscapades without her permission but he put up with her chasing after Sluttana. So he should get a free pass and it's not like he actually wanted to be in a three way relationship with them. But come on he's a guy who in their right mind would turn down going out with two hot bitches.
Speaking of hot bitches Santana materialized out of thin air in front of, "McCripple Pants we needs ta talk."
He sneers, "About what exactly slut bomb? Whatever going on between me and Britts is none of your business." He tried to be intimidating but failed miserably.
Santana chuckles leaning down putting her hands on either side of chair, "First of all Special Olympics just because I broke up with Britts doesn't mean I don't still care about her." She grins evilly putting on his breaks, "Second you're going to have to pay for that little dig."
Artie swallows frighten but trying not to show it. He was very aware about how close he was to the edge of the ramp, "Really what exactly are you going to do about it? You already have detention do you really want to be suspended?"
She smile grew larger using muscles from years of cheerio and dance workouts she tilts him back. He squealed like a little bitch as she balanced him unsteadily close to the edge, "So we'll talk fast before my arms get tired and oops you go tumbling down, okay?" He nods trying to gain his balance without making himself fall over, "First you're going to wheel you pathetic ass to the Coach's office and tell her that it wasn't Brittany on the tape. Then you're going to tell her what skank was desperate enough to fuck you."
He pleads, "Yeah sure that sounds good I'll go right now please don't let me fall."
Santana glares at him, "Did I say I was done?" She continues without giving him time to answer, "After that you're going to take every single video you made and burn it make sure every minute it gone. Because if something pops up later I'll finish breaking your back, you feel me Tron?"
Once again the boy squeaks, "Yes consider them gone Santana. Please let me down."
The devious Latina chuckles, "I didn't say I was done yet, next you're going to apologize to Britt for being an asshole and then you're going to give her all the space she wants. No begging to take you back or something equally pathetic. If she wants you back than she'll do it in her own time not yours."
Artie fights back tears it's not fair that he's being treated like this. Santana wasn't even interested anymore so what right does she has to act like this, "Fine I'll back off. Please."
Santana chuckles at the obviously distressed boy, "Aw Minibot I'm starting to feel like you don't like me and that's hurting my feelings." She loosened her hold on the wheelchair letting him fall back a little, "I might lose my grip if you feel that way."
Artie squeals like a little girl trying to grab ahold of Santana but only comes up with air, "I like you. I like you."
Santana tilts her head to the side, "Really then what about of the shit you called me in the hallway the first day of school? Or the crap I heard you say in glee over the years?"
Artie's starting to sweat, "N-n-n-no I was just joking I swear."
Santana quirks her lips, "Really? Hmm okay let's talk about my girls than I remember you saying something like Rachel's an annoying bitch who only got her solos because she blew Mr. Schue."
The already pale boy loses all his color, "What no that wasn't me in fact I'm pretty sure that was Mercedes."
Santana just stares at him not believing a damn thing he was saying, "Okay then what about Lauren overhearing you call Quinn a cock tease because she refused to sleep with Finn?"
Artie swallows, "I meant it as a joke. Look San," she gives him an 'Are you fucking serious' look, "Tana if you want to kill someone than I'd start with 'Cedes and Kurt they're the ones that have a problem with Treas.. uuh Rachel and Quinn. My biggest problem has always been you." he squeals again when Santana pushes him backwards, "I mean fuck come on we fought over Brittany so yeah I had a problem with you." He sighs in relief when Santana puts him back down on solid ground.
"True that Urkel but since I'm not going after Brittany anymore we should have a problem than right?"
The boy nods frantic, "Yeah sure Santana no problems at all. In fact I'm going to go to coach's office right now and tell her about the video right now."
Santana sporting that 'Oh yeah I'm good' look grins, "Good doggy." She releases Artie's breaks, "Now go do what you're told."
Artie fights back a glare before trying to roll around the girl, "Just more one thing." He looks up in time to see Santana dump a trash can on top of his head. "That was for me but this is for my girls," she pushes him down the ramp.
He screams all the way down trying to stop but he runs straight in a bush that scratches his face and hands. He hears the Latina's evil chuckle and looks up, "That was for my girls and if I ever hear you talk smack about them again I'll roll your ass into traffic."
The boy sits there fuming watch the brunette saunter away. Frustrated that she got the best of him again he rolls his way to his lockers for his extra pair of clothes when he's bitch slapped by a slushie. Fighting back tears he whips his eyes and hears someone chuckling.
The unmistakable voice of Jewfro fills his ears, "So I guess you're not as untouchable as you thought huh Abrams? You better go do as you're told or else the sexy Latin girl will find out and remember that the av club as ears everywhere. So if we hear you talking shit about my Rachel or her friends I'll make sure Santana and Quinn find out about it."
Artie gives him a weak glare before trying to run over his feet on the way past him. This shit isn't fair it was supposed to be his year to be on top. With a sexy head cheerio girlfriend and solos in glee he wasn't supposed to be a loser this year.
End Flashback

Quinn's hand covered her mouth her mirth muffled while the other dinners look at them at them funny. Most were wondering what was so funny while the others watched the girls hungrily wanting a piece of them.
"Oh my god I can't believe you did that to Artie and Jewfro who knew he had it in him," Quinn wheezes out.
Santana sat back smug satisfaction clearly written on her face, "Hey when it comes to my girls I'd push the fucker into a train."
Quinn squeezes the hand she held in her own, "Thank you."
She looks at her Quinn confused, "Thank you for what?"
Quinn grins, "For being there for us and always defending me. I've really missed you this last couple of years."
Santana looks away feeling guilty. Quinn reaches over and moves her face to face her again, "Hey none of that San. All the distance was as much my fault as yours. If I wasn't so paranoid about mini me than I would've done something about it or talked to you at least."
"Alright but if I was a better friend then I would've known that you weren't alright, that you haven't been alright since your Mom died. If I was a better friend than I would've been so wrapped up in Brittany to not see that you're feeling shut out," Santana sighed. "And I wouldn't have been so mean to Rae because she asked me too."
Quinn cups her face lovingly, "Hey none of that she's forgiven you and I've forgiven you. All you need to do is forgive yourself now babe."
Santana sighs nuzzling the palm touching her so delicately, "I'll try I think I'm starting too."
The waitress appears with their food they smile their thanks and eat quietly wondering what their tiny girlfriend was up too.

Across town in a vegan restaurant Rachel sat with her mother exchanging funny anecdotes of Broadway. Rachel covers her face with her napkin, "Really Mom you've met Bernadette Peters. Oh my god have you met Barbra?"
Shelby looks at her overexcited daughter in amusement, "Yes I've met Barbra briefly during the opening of 'Rent'."
Rachel squeals like a fan girl gushing about all her accomplishments Shelby chuckles, "Hey calm down woman I never said that I know her I just said that I've met her at one point."
Rachel stops her babbling and blushes, "Sorry but she's my idol aside from you of course Mom."
Shelby waves her comment away, "It's alright sweetie I'm a fan myself I think I acted the same way. As a matter of fact I had her autograph my program which I still have it by the way."
Rachel looks at her in awe, "Do you think I can see one day?"
Shelby grins, "Of course a matter of fact I think you should have it."
Rachel mouth drops open, "Are you serious? No, no I can't take something that was personally given to you by Babs herself."
"Consider it an early birthday present Rae," Shelby laughs at the dazed expression on her daughters face.
Rachel nods feeling like she's still dreaming, "Sure Mom okay that sounds good."
Shelby takes a sip of her water, "Did I break you dear?"
Rachel snaps out of her Barbra induced daydream looking at her mother with a sheepish grin, "No I'm not broken but I do think that I may still be dreaming. I can't want to tell the girls."
The older brunette shakes with laughter, "Yes dear, do calm down though. I must say that you remind me of this young up and comer." She takes a bit of her pasta chewing thoughtfully, "Yes she's a delightful young lady named Lea Michele she was fabulous in Les Misérables."
Rachel looked on very interested, "Really? I must take the girls when we go to New York this Spring Break."
"Now enough about that tell me, "Shelby leans forward talking in a low conspiratorially tone, "what do you know about these little mishaps that you're fellow Glee clubbers have had recently?"
Rachel leans forward with an expression of pure innocence, "I don't know much only that neither I nor my girls have anything to do with it."
Shelby notices the smile tugging on her lips, "So your buddies than I should have known. Was it Puck or Lauren?"
Rachel shrugs enjoying her meal, "I honestly don't know we knew nothing about until Wednesday like everyone else. But I have a funny feeling that you and Lupe have something to do with Mr. Martinez taking over Schue's position."
Shelby gives her the same innocent look but the smug smile tugging on her lips gave her away, "I'm sure I would never do anything like that dear."
Rachel sees the same twinkle in her eyes that Santana gets when she's about to do something mischievous, "I'm sure you had nothing to do with it Mom just like I believe Santana when she said she wasn't the reason that this Joe Hart boy developed a limp."
Shelby holds up her hands, "Okay maybe Lupe and I suggested that her nephew look into an opening at McKinney and Figgins hired him not me."
Rachel leans back stuffed, "Sooo I've been meaning to ask you," she pauses for a dramatic effect but Shelby had a feeling what was coming, "have you decided on who would take the solos yet?"
Shelby snickers, "I was wondering how long it would take you to ask that it took you longer than I thought. But yes I have and no I'm not telling you."
Rachel tries giving her the pouty look that always gets her what she wants. When her mother didn't budge she sits back sighing dramatically, "Fine don't tell me then."
Shelby laughs softly, "Don't worry I'll make my announcement tomorrow morning rather than wait until the afternoon. That way I can get more practice out of you," she winks at her playfully. Rachel rolls her eyes letting it go for once.
She's notice that since she's been dating the girls she's a lot calmer now. The need she used to have to have everything right then and there was gone for the most part, "Fine Mom just give me a hint as to the songs please." She smiles her Rachel Berry megawatt smile.
The older woman laughs again, "Persistent little thing aren't you, Rae? Fine the songs I'm thinking about are 'Love Like Woe' by The Ready Set, 'What Makes You Beautiful' by One Direction and 'What I Didn't Say' by Saving Jane. What do you think?"
"That's really different from what I expected you to do," Rachel smirks. "I'm sure everyone thought for sure we'd be doing Broadway numbers."
Shelby shrugs, "I think keeping the judges on their toes will be a good thing considering they know me from VA and probably expect the same type of routines I did there. But those are just ideas I'll have a better set list down by tomorrow I hope."
Rachel nods thoughtfully, "I'm sure it'll work out. I'll have you know that I can sing just about anything you have in mind."
Shelby scoffs, "Your my daughter of course you can Rachel I have complete faith in you." She looks at her watch, "Oh damn I have to get you home I didn't realize how late it is."
Rachel brightens visibly, "Right I have homework and all that."
Shelby gets up shaking her finger at her, "Liar you did it at detention today. You just miss your girls."
Rachel shrugs following her mother, "Maybe but can you really blame me? My girls are hot."
Shelby feels like covering her ears, "Please never speak to me like that again. I prefer to think of you as the tiny pink bundle the nurses handed to me all those years ago."
Rachel has the sinking feeling that she's been hanging around her Latina girlfriend a little too much, "You do realize Mom that I'm a hormonal teenager with two very beautiful girlfriends, right? So there will come a time that we will be overcome by our emotions…"
Shelby covers her mouth muffling the rest of her sentence amused brown eyes twinkled into her own, "Please don't finish that sentence as I said I prefer to think that my daughter will die a virgin or at least wait until I'm to senile to care."
Rachel swallows back her laugh, "I make no promises but I never planned on having sex until I was 25."
She hears Shelby mutter, "Thank god," as she was walking away.
"At least that was the initial plan until Quinn and Santana came into my life," her mother whips around mouth hanging open. A laughing Rachel runs around her pretty sure that the six inch heels will hinder her.
"Rachel! I swear to god if you don't stop I'm going to pack all your things and move you in with me," Shelby wobbles after her. Rachel's giggles fill the air, "And I will tell Lupe about your plans." What exactly made her think that a teenager would be less trouble?
Rachel turns around pouty, "Aw come on home I have 17 years of headaches and mischief to make up for. Besides my Daddies expected me to be a perfect angel most of the time so I never got a chance to do this to them."
Shelby sighs, "I swear I can kill your father sometimes. Of course I realize you're only messing with me I would never stop you from acting like a normal kid unless it's something that can be considered harmful or illegal."
Rachel smiles leaning over the car, "Really? Awesome I promise not to cause too much mischief I'll leave that up to Santana and Puck."
Shelby rolls her eyes unlocking the doors, "Don't remind me I don't even want to know why Artie came to detention with all those scratches today."
She smirks putting on her seat belt, "I can say with utmost confidence that she did not put those there with her own hands."
Shelby points the car in the direction of Santana's house, "But you didn't say that she didn't cause them is what you're trying to say."
Rachel smirks, "I'll tell you if you tell me who's got the solos."
Shelby scowls at her, "You're a persistent little hobbit aren't you?"
Rachel mouth opens in mock anger, "Well I had to get my height from you or my bio Dad but seeing as you're the one wearing six inch heels I'm guessing it's from you."
The older woman pouts looking very much like her daughter, "Whatever I'm still taller than you Rae." Rachel giggles the rest of the way to her house.
Once there she bolted up to her room forgetting to greet the other adults in the house. She throws open the door and jumps on the bed startling her distracted girlfriends. "I missed you!" straddling Santana's hips.
Placing a scorching kiss on her Latina's lips Santana moans returning the kiss with equal fervor. Plunging her tongue into Santana's hot cavern exploring every spot she could reach. She moans tasting her cherry flavored chapstick and something that was all Santana. She pulls back panting trying to catch her breath but Quinn moved her on top of her attacking her lips with the same passion. Rachel fists her hands in Quinn's short silky purple locks pulling her closer. Once again Rachel tastes the cherry chapstick mixed in with something all Quinn. She smirks knowing what her girls were doing while she was gone
She hears Santana whine next to her pulling back again Santana attaches her mouth on her lips again. She groans into the Latina's mouth when Quinn attacks her neck biting down hard. She pretty sure that Quinn left some marks on her neck. That seems to be her favorite thing leaving marks on her girls. Rachel spends a lot of time in the morning covering up various marks even though she would love to show them off proudly saying that she's Quinn's and Santana's girl. But they weren't ready to come out to everyone at least not yet.
They heard someone clearing their throats at the door and all three heads groan letting go of delicious skin and lips.
"So pequeña you can't even say hi to us," Hector seemed offended but amused as well. "Should I be offended mija?"
Rachel already flushed face becomes a brighter shade of red, "Sorry Hector but I uh missed my girls."
Hector's familiar brown eyes twinkled the same way as his daughter's, "I can tell be thankful that it was me that came looking for you and not Lupe or your mother."
Santana groans hiding her face in Quinn's neck her voice muffled but she understood her pitiful, "Freaking cockblock parents!"
Quinn shakes in silent laughter and Rachel shifts above her and has to bite back a moan. Rachel looks at her eyes and she knows the little shit did that on purpose. Quinn narrows her eyes vowing to get even with the little tease. Rachel swallows seeing the brief HBIC look in girl's eyes and she knows that she's going to be in trouble.
Hector chuckles at the silent conversation even though they've only been a couple for a short period of time they act like they've been together for years. "Stop with the all the looks girls I'm your father trust me I don't need to see that."
Santana groan still yelling against Quinn's neck, "You know Papi if you hadn't followed Rachel upstairs than you would be seeing anything." She finally lifts her neck to glare at her father, "Why did you come up here anyways? Other than to embarrass us that is."
Hector chuckles, "Mami just wanted me to remind you about your morning detention. It's late mijas so get ready for bed."
Santana whines finding her favorite spot on Quinn's neck again, "But Daddy Rachel just got back home and we haven't seen her all day!"
Lupe looks over his shoulder, "Yes because eight hours in school and an hour of detention wasn't most of your day right girls?"
Rachel rolls her eyes moving to get off of Quinn's lap but the desperate look stops her. She remembers that Quinn is a little turned on at the moment. And Santana at the moment seems very comfortable in her present position.
She gives the girl a wink before sliding off of her nudging Santana's legs over effectively blocking Quinn's problems from the parents, "Really Lupe, school is not the same as being alone with my girlfriends. We can't hold hands or anything since we're not out yet and not completely in glee either."
Beside her she hears Quinn sigh of relief, "Yeah Mami plus I was like all alone for hours todays." She gives them her puppy dog look.
Hector chuckles, "That look worked when you were six muneca but it doesn't have the same effect anymore.
Quinn's pout deepens her hazel eyes well up. Hector throws his arms in the air, "Fine you have an hour of alone time than after that get ready for bed." Hector turns around stomping down the hall missing Quinn's triumphant look.
Lupe chuckles, "You heard him an hour girls after that I suggest a cold shower for Quinn."
The punk girl face flushes as she tries to stutter out excuses. Lupe grins smugly before shutting the door. Santana finally lifts up her head again, "So where were we?"
Quinn rolls her eyes cupping the back of her neck bringing her down for a fierce kiss. Rachel smirks straddling her hips again moving her hands underneath the former blonde's shirt running her nails over firm abs.

A very relaxed trio sat in the choir room waiting for homeroom to start. Rachel trying to calm her breathing laid her head on Quinn's shoulder and held on to Santana's hand tight. Santana's arm hung loosely on the back of Rachel's chair massaging her scalp. Quinn smirks grabbing ahold of her other hand her thumb stroking the soft skin.
They sat separate from a pouty Mercedes and Artie and an unusually quiet Brittany. Finn walked in head hung low and his clothes already stained with grape slushie.
Puck and Sam with Lauren come in laughing at probably another incident involving Finn's continuing misfortunes. Sam spots the girls smiling while he waves, "Hey girls how are you doing?"
Quinn shrugs her unoccupied shoulder, "I'm good but these two will probably be tired for the day."
Puck smirks, "Did you reenact one of my fantasies last night? Please say yes I need more for the bank." He jumps at an unexpected smack to the back of his head. He turns around to find a smug Tina, "What's with the abuse Girl Chang? I have my fantasies involving you and these three too."
Mike growls playfully putting him in a headlock messing up his hawk, "My girl better not be involved in your perverted dreams Puck. Or I'll ask Q to castrate you."
Puck lifts him up but unable to loosen the hold, "What the hell is up with people wanting to damage Puckzilla?" His tanned face red from the exertion his voice stained, "Next time I'll let Karofsky feel you up." He tries to take his legs out from under him.
Tina kicks him in the back of his knees knocking him forward allowing Mike to get a tighter hold, "Tap out punk I mean Puck."
The trio laughed to the antics of the two boys when Sam decided to help Puck by lifting Mike over his shoulder. Puck stands up straight breathing easier, "Hey take that Asian bro."
Jesse and Blaine came in followed by their stalker Kurt. Jesse looks at the scene before him playfully licking his lips, "Hmm I don't know about you sweetie," turning to look at Blaine, "but three hunky men wrestling around the room makes me extremely happy."
The five girls fall on each other laughing hard when Mike and Sam let go of each other at the same time. Mike yelps falling to the ground, "You asshole!"
He rolls to his back groaning when Blaine chimes in, "You should probably get up Mikey before Jesse gets any more ideas."
Mike jumps up blushing to run and hide behind Tina, "Protect me babe. Protect the ass that belongs to you," he wraps his arms around her waist hiding his face in her neck.
Tina laughs again, "Sorry boys but yes this ass belongs to me and I don't like to share."
The boys' faces fell in mock dejection. Kurt decided to be nosey, "Personally I don't find Mike's ass attractive nor did I find anything stimulating about those three wrestling around. None of them are my type," he shrugs a dainty shoulder sashaying to his seat.
Everyone rolls their eyes at the obvious miffed boy. Jesse sighs pulling Blaine on his lap, "Exactly what is your type Kurt? Because from what I see you go after guys that have no interest in you or straight guys. So you're only option is to stalk your ex-boyfriend."
Kurt huffs, "Really Jesse are you that conceited to believe that I still hold affection for you? Please stop flattering yourself."
Blaine smiles at him sweetly, "Than please explain to me why after every class we see you standing next to his locker. When your locker is on the other side of the building? Also explain the reason you've shown up to nearly every one of our dates? And why do you think it's appropriate for you to show up at his house any time you feel like?"
Kurt flushes clearly flustered, "Well the dates were completely unintentional and as for his house I felt there were still issues that we needed to resolve."
Jesse groans, "Jesus Kurt we dated for three months in our sophomore year. What issues could we possible need to resolve?"
Kurt is saved from answering when Shelby walks in and the whole club move forward in their seats waiting for the solos assignments. She smirks walking to the piano making a show of shuffling around her papers, "Good morning guys. Did everyone have a pleasant evening?"
Rachel groans banging her head lightly on Quinn's shoulder, "Yes m… Ms. Corcoran I had a lovely evening with my mother."
The five students that didn't know that Shelby was Rachel's mother snapped around to look at her in surprise.
Mercedes wanting to act like a bitch sneers, "Didn't she give your non talented ass away? Don't tell me she actually wants to get to know you. How pathetic can a person get?"
Rachel tightens her grip on her girls' hands preventing them from doing anything stupid. She swallows before answering, "Even though I don't see why this concerns you but yes my mother recently came back into my life. And we're forming a relationship…"
Mercedes holds up her hand interrupting her, "I really don't give a damn what you two are doing. I was just curious as to the fact that someone was desperate enough to actually want to be in your life and of their own free will."
Shelby slams her hand on top of piano drawing the attention to herself, "I believe I've said this once before Ms. Jones and the next time I have to remind you, you're out of Glee!"
Puck leans close to Rachel whispering, "Dude your Mom's kinda hot."
Rachel narrows her eyes and hisses out, "Don't make me run you over Puckerman!" Puck chuckles turning around watching the hot MILF in action.
Lauren chuckles quietly, "Yeah Smirfette your Mom's pretty awesome."
Her breath comes out in harsh pants the woman is seriously pissed off, "If you can't speak to your fellow Glee mates with respect than I suggest you keep your mouth shut. Need I remind any of that I am not Mr. Schue and I will not tolerate any disrespect from any one? Too any one. So Ms. Jones keep your snarky comments to yourself."
She walks up to the trembling diva, "Do you understand me?" The girl sits there stoned faced, "Answer me young lady!"
Mercedes' nod was disjointed. "Yes ma'am," she whispers looking to the ground.
Shelby stares at her satisfied she turns and walk away, "Now before we were so rudely interrupted I believe I was asking for your evening but since our time is running low we'll move on."
She turns to face the class, "I have some announcements to make. The first is concerning the school play myself along with Ms. Holliday will be holding auditions in two weeks from today." She at Rachel, Jesse and Blaine's excitement, "We'll be performing Westside Story."
Her girls watch in amusement as their tiny diva squirms around no doubt planning her audition piece already.
"Now I have what you all been waiting for the solos but first Mike, Brittany," the kids in question look up at her, "you two will be helping me with chorography." Mike smiles widely while Tina plants a loud wet kiss on his cheek. Brittany barely smiles at their director not really looking forward to work with someone that doesn't like her.
Rachel groans wishing that she'd get to the important stuff like her solo. Quinn shakes her head grinning pulling the hyper brunette closer, "Okay for the group performance we'll be featuring Sam, Puck, Jesse and Artie along with the rest of the boys and the club."
Sam and Puck high five each other while Blaine plants a kiss on Jesse's lips. Artie looked pleasantly surprised. Rachel frowned disappointed but happy for her friends. She smiles at her girls showing that she's fine. Jesse looks over at her and she winks showing no hard feelings.
"Okay for the duet we'll have Santana and Quinn," she pauses letting it sink in. Rachel squeals trying to hug both girls tight while the girls sit in shock.
Mercedes smirks at least it won't the Rachel Berry show even though she missed up she still thinks that the solo is hers.
"You two did wonderful on your audition and I want to shake up things a little," Shelby smiles at the girls winking. The bells rings signaling the end of homeroom but no one moves, "Now before you go Rachel congratulations the solo's yours."
Rachel squeals again happy. Santana lifts her up in huge bear hug. Mercedes scowls stomping out of the room Kurt trailing behind her. Finn glares at every one before following Mercedes and Kurt. Artie moves to approach Brittany but remembers Santana's warning before rolling away leaving a very excited group. Shelby winks before walking to her first class.
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