Fic: You Think You Know (But You Haven't Got a Clue) (2/3)
Finally, everyone else had left, even the band kids, and Santana got up, shouldering her backpack. It was then that she noticed Quinn was still right beside her. “Fuck, Fabray,” she muttered, startled. “What’s your deal?”
“You really wanna know?” Quinn returned, her eyes sharp, and Santana shrugged.
“Probably not.”
“Good.”
“You…wanna hang out?” Santana ventured. She did not want to go home alone again, and she knew Quinn wouldn’t ask her any questions, because she wouldn’t ask Quinn any.
“Yeah. I hate being in that house alone,” she said quietly.
“Can we go there anyway? My brothers are loud and obnoxious.”
“I remember,” Quinn laughed as they headed into the hall together. “Sure. We’ll escape for a while.”
“Cool,” Santana nodded, and she drove Quinn home, mostly in silence.
They went up to her room, and Quinn, much to Santana’s chagrin, started playing Abbey Road, but she resigned herself to it and flopped onto the bed. “Shoot me,” she muttered in time with the song, and Quinn looked over and smirked.
“You fucked up again, huh?” she said wryly.
“Fuck you,” she retorted.
“You can tell me about it, Santana. I know we’re still friends…somehow.”
“I didn’t fuck up,” Santana insisted, and Quinn let it drop.
They were silent until the song ended, and then Quinn looked at Santana like there was something she needed to say. “What?” Santana asked wearily, sitting up.
“This song,” she murmured, and Santana nearly gagged, but decided to cough instead, and ended up nearly choking.
Quinn hardly noticed, just began to sing along softly. Now the Rachel-Finn-Quinn chase from yesterday made sense.
Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
And now she knew why Rachel, who had trailed Finn like a devoted dog for the past year, was suddenly apparently ignoring him. She really wished she didn’t.
Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don’t need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
You’re asking me will my love grow
I don’t know, I don’t know
Stick around, and it may show
But I don't know, I don't know
Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
“So. You’re in love with Rachel Berry,” Santana said flatly, as Maxwell’s silver hammer found its first victim.
“I don’t know!” Quinn nearly shrieked, and Santana had to lie down again.
“You really want to sing that song in front of everyone?” she asked eventually.
“No,” Quinn said quietly. “But…I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on with the two of you? I’ll listen, but I won’t promise not to make gagging noises.”
“I don’t really know,” Quinn said, graciously ignoring the last part of Santana’s statement. “I used to hate her, and now…I can’t stop thinking about her.”
“Have you kissed her yet?”
“Yes,” Quinn admitted. “But…it’s strange. It’s Rachel Berry.”
“You never hated her,” Santana said, and Quinn’s shoulders sagged.
“I wanted to,” she whispered.
“Mmm,” Santana said neutrally.
“I don’t think she trusts me,” Quinn admitted.
“Can you blame her?”
“No,” she said honestly, and she turned to the computer to play “Something” again.
Santana groaned and covered her face with her arms.
***
The next morning, Brittany was waiting for her again, looking apprehensive, but Santana’s plan was to act like nothing had happened. And she’d finally picked a song to sing. “Hi,” she said, as Brittany got into the car. She held out a bouquet of late summer flowers.
Brittany absolutely beamed at her. “Hi!” She took the flowers and looked like she might even kiss Santana, but she never made it across the gearshift.
So Santana just drove them to school. She felt confident and in control again, and as Brittany hooked her arm through Santana’s as they walked into the building, she knew she’d picked the right song.
But when they gathered for rehearsal again-Mr. Schue had booked them every day that week so everyone would get a chance to sing-Rachel finally beat someone to the punch. “Aha! Our star,” Mr. Schue said fondly, and Rachel got up and stood next to the piano.
For the first time ever, Santana could see that Rachel was nervous. And that she was looking at Quinn, who was doing exactly what Santana had done the day before, facing front, her face frozen, her eyes appearing to watch Rachel, when really they were fixed on a spot on the wall just above the girl’s head. And Santana had actually thought Beatles week would be a good idea…
Then Rachel started singing, and Quinn stopped trying to make herself invisible.
If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true
And help me understand
'cause I've been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just holding hands
Quinn was staring at Rachel, entranced, and Santana found she didn’t even have the heart to pretend to barf. Rachel, as usual, sounded amazing, but for the first time, there seemed to be genuine feeling behind her words, not just the manufactured kind she was an expert at producing.
If I give my heart to you
I must be sure
From the very start
That you would love me more than him
Santana looked at Finn, who appeared to have finally caught on, and he whipped his head around to look at Quinn. The blonde didn’t notice that everyone was now looking from Rachel to her and back again.
If I trust in you, oh please
Don’t run and hide
If I love you too, oh please
Don’t hurt my pride like him
'cause I couldn't stand the pain
And I would be sad if our new love was in vain
So I hope you see that I
Would love to love you
And that he will cry
When he learns we are two
‘cause I couldn’t stand the pain
and I would be sad if our new love was in vain
Finn certainly did look like he was going to cry, Santana noticed with a smirk. But then… so did Quinn.
So I hope you see that I
would love to love you
and that he will cry when he learns we are two
Rachel finished, breathless, and made a small curtsy, before the boys started whistling, and Brittany and Tina got to their feet and applauded. Quinn and Finn were immobile. Mr. Schuester looked like he had tears in his eyes, and now Santana found she could pretend to gag. “Well-well done, Rachel. That…was beautiful,” he said hoarsely, and Rachel smiled shyly before taking her seat. “Well,” he said again, apparently recovering himself, “that’ll be a tough act to follow. Anyone?”
Santana stood up, noticing that Brittany smiled hopefully at her. “Santana! Fantastic,” Mr. Schue said, beckoning her to the front.
Full of her normal confidence, she grinned widely at all of them and began to sing.
Though you’ve gone away this morning
You’ll be back again tonight
Telling me there’ll be no next time
If I just don’t treat you right
You’ll never leave me, and you know it’s true
Because you like me too much, and I like you
This really was the perfect song, she decided, as she watched the guys and even Rachel and Quinn getting into it. She could tell Brittany in front of everyone how much she liked her without having to be gross about it.
You tried before to leave me,
But you haven’t got the nerve
To walk out and make me lonely,
Which is all that I deserve
Because you like me too much and I like you
I really do
She could acknowledge that she hadn’t always been perfect, but ever since she and Brittany had agreed to stop wasting their time with other people, she’d had eyes for no one but one beautiful blonde. And if Brittany was upset about Puck, well, that was hardly her fault, but she could apologize for it anyway.
And it’s nice when you believe me
If you leave me
I will follow you
And bring you back where you belong
‘Cause I couldn’t really stand it
I’ll admit that I was wrong
I wouldn’t let you leave me, cause it’s true
‘Cause you like me too much
and I like you
There. She’d admitted everything and insisted that she’d do anything to keep Brittany with her. Her classmates applauded enthusiastically when she’d finished, and she grinned and bowed, but then she noticed that Brittany did not appear impressed. In fact, she was scowling. Never before had Brittany managed to pull off a scowl, but now it was as though she’d stolen Santana’s right off her face, it was so good. It made Santana shudder, in fact.
But then Mr. Schuester was at her side, congratulating her, and Puck wolf-whistled as she went back to her seat, but Brittany turned her back to her again and started talking to Tina. “Hey,” Santana tried, “what now?”
“You don’t understand anything at all, do you, Santana?” Brittany said, and Santana just sat back, stunned.
Part Three: Some kind of happiness.
“You really wanna know?” Quinn returned, her eyes sharp, and Santana shrugged.
“Probably not.”
“Good.”
“You…wanna hang out?” Santana ventured. She did not want to go home alone again, and she knew Quinn wouldn’t ask her any questions, because she wouldn’t ask Quinn any.
“Yeah. I hate being in that house alone,” she said quietly.
“Can we go there anyway? My brothers are loud and obnoxious.”
“I remember,” Quinn laughed as they headed into the hall together. “Sure. We’ll escape for a while.”
“Cool,” Santana nodded, and she drove Quinn home, mostly in silence.
They went up to her room, and Quinn, much to Santana’s chagrin, started playing Abbey Road, but she resigned herself to it and flopped onto the bed. “Shoot me,” she muttered in time with the song, and Quinn looked over and smirked.
“You fucked up again, huh?” she said wryly.
“Fuck you,” she retorted.
“You can tell me about it, Santana. I know we’re still friends…somehow.”
“I didn’t fuck up,” Santana insisted, and Quinn let it drop.
They were silent until the song ended, and then Quinn looked at Santana like there was something she needed to say. “What?” Santana asked wearily, sitting up.
“This song,” she murmured, and Santana nearly gagged, but decided to cough instead, and ended up nearly choking.
Quinn hardly noticed, just began to sing along softly. Now the Rachel-Finn-Quinn chase from yesterday made sense.
Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
And now she knew why Rachel, who had trailed Finn like a devoted dog for the past year, was suddenly apparently ignoring him. She really wished she didn’t.
Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don’t need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
You’re asking me will my love grow
I don’t know, I don’t know
Stick around, and it may show
But I don't know, I don't know
Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
“So. You’re in love with Rachel Berry,” Santana said flatly, as Maxwell’s silver hammer found its first victim.
“I don’t know!” Quinn nearly shrieked, and Santana had to lie down again.
“You really want to sing that song in front of everyone?” she asked eventually.
“No,” Quinn said quietly. “But…I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on with the two of you? I’ll listen, but I won’t promise not to make gagging noises.”
“I don’t really know,” Quinn said, graciously ignoring the last part of Santana’s statement. “I used to hate her, and now…I can’t stop thinking about her.”
“Have you kissed her yet?”
“Yes,” Quinn admitted. “But…it’s strange. It’s Rachel Berry.”
“You never hated her,” Santana said, and Quinn’s shoulders sagged.
“I wanted to,” she whispered.
“Mmm,” Santana said neutrally.
“I don’t think she trusts me,” Quinn admitted.
“Can you blame her?”
“No,” she said honestly, and she turned to the computer to play “Something” again.
Santana groaned and covered her face with her arms.
***
The next morning, Brittany was waiting for her again, looking apprehensive, but Santana’s plan was to act like nothing had happened. And she’d finally picked a song to sing. “Hi,” she said, as Brittany got into the car. She held out a bouquet of late summer flowers.
Brittany absolutely beamed at her. “Hi!” She took the flowers and looked like she might even kiss Santana, but she never made it across the gearshift.
So Santana just drove them to school. She felt confident and in control again, and as Brittany hooked her arm through Santana’s as they walked into the building, she knew she’d picked the right song.
But when they gathered for rehearsal again-Mr. Schue had booked them every day that week so everyone would get a chance to sing-Rachel finally beat someone to the punch. “Aha! Our star,” Mr. Schue said fondly, and Rachel got up and stood next to the piano.
For the first time ever, Santana could see that Rachel was nervous. And that she was looking at Quinn, who was doing exactly what Santana had done the day before, facing front, her face frozen, her eyes appearing to watch Rachel, when really they were fixed on a spot on the wall just above the girl’s head. And Santana had actually thought Beatles week would be a good idea…
Then Rachel started singing, and Quinn stopped trying to make herself invisible.
If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true
And help me understand
'cause I've been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just holding hands
Quinn was staring at Rachel, entranced, and Santana found she didn’t even have the heart to pretend to barf. Rachel, as usual, sounded amazing, but for the first time, there seemed to be genuine feeling behind her words, not just the manufactured kind she was an expert at producing.
If I give my heart to you
I must be sure
From the very start
That you would love me more than him
Santana looked at Finn, who appeared to have finally caught on, and he whipped his head around to look at Quinn. The blonde didn’t notice that everyone was now looking from Rachel to her and back again.
If I trust in you, oh please
Don’t run and hide
If I love you too, oh please
Don’t hurt my pride like him
'cause I couldn't stand the pain
And I would be sad if our new love was in vain
So I hope you see that I
Would love to love you
And that he will cry
When he learns we are two
‘cause I couldn’t stand the pain
and I would be sad if our new love was in vain
Finn certainly did look like he was going to cry, Santana noticed with a smirk. But then… so did Quinn.
So I hope you see that I
would love to love you
and that he will cry when he learns we are two
Rachel finished, breathless, and made a small curtsy, before the boys started whistling, and Brittany and Tina got to their feet and applauded. Quinn and Finn were immobile. Mr. Schuester looked like he had tears in his eyes, and now Santana found she could pretend to gag. “Well-well done, Rachel. That…was beautiful,” he said hoarsely, and Rachel smiled shyly before taking her seat. “Well,” he said again, apparently recovering himself, “that’ll be a tough act to follow. Anyone?”
Santana stood up, noticing that Brittany smiled hopefully at her. “Santana! Fantastic,” Mr. Schue said, beckoning her to the front.
Full of her normal confidence, she grinned widely at all of them and began to sing.
Though you’ve gone away this morning
You’ll be back again tonight
Telling me there’ll be no next time
If I just don’t treat you right
You’ll never leave me, and you know it’s true
Because you like me too much, and I like you
This really was the perfect song, she decided, as she watched the guys and even Rachel and Quinn getting into it. She could tell Brittany in front of everyone how much she liked her without having to be gross about it.
You tried before to leave me,
But you haven’t got the nerve
To walk out and make me lonely,
Which is all that I deserve
Because you like me too much and I like you
I really do
She could acknowledge that she hadn’t always been perfect, but ever since she and Brittany had agreed to stop wasting their time with other people, she’d had eyes for no one but one beautiful blonde. And if Brittany was upset about Puck, well, that was hardly her fault, but she could apologize for it anyway.
And it’s nice when you believe me
If you leave me
I will follow you
And bring you back where you belong
‘Cause I couldn’t really stand it
I’ll admit that I was wrong
I wouldn’t let you leave me, cause it’s true
‘Cause you like me too much
and I like you
There. She’d admitted everything and insisted that she’d do anything to keep Brittany with her. Her classmates applauded enthusiastically when she’d finished, and she grinned and bowed, but then she noticed that Brittany did not appear impressed. In fact, she was scowling. Never before had Brittany managed to pull off a scowl, but now it was as though she’d stolen Santana’s right off her face, it was so good. It made Santana shudder, in fact.
But then Mr. Schuester was at her side, congratulating her, and Puck wolf-whistled as she went back to her seat, but Brittany turned her back to her again and started talking to Tina. “Hey,” Santana tried, “what now?”
“You don’t understand anything at all, do you, Santana?” Brittany said, and Santana just sat back, stunned.
Part Three: Some kind of happiness.