The Alphabet of Rachel Berry by meremortal2k3

Author:meremortal2k3
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Quinn F., Rachel B., FanFiction, Humor, In-Progress, Glee
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Published: 2011-07-27T16:00:00+00:00

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"Took you long enough, Berry." Santana stops gathering the glass bottles as she turns to smirk at me. "What were you doing up there? Enjoying the ambience?"

My lip curls with distaste. "That's disgusting, Santana." I scowl because honestly? I tried to get out of Quinn's bedroom as quickly as I could. I don't know what sex smells like, and unless its the scent of Quinn and I that permeates the air, I really don't want to find out, but I'm not sure if Little Rachel would feel the same way, and getting a rise around the Cheerio's would certainly end in disaster. "I was in the kitchen looking for the Fabreeze, if you must know, or at least some scented candles, in case the open windows don't do the trick."

Santana scowls at me. "Shut up and go wake up the jolly green giant."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion and I place my hands on my hips as I look around the Fabray garden.

"What are you talking about?" Quinn drops yet another empty can into a bin bag. She comes closer to us, looking around too.

Santana rolls her eyes. "Observant aren't we?" She points over to where part of the garden had been landscaped with small bushes and shrubs.

Both Quinn and I's matching expression of aversion must amuse Santana because she's currently laughing herself silly.

"He wouldn't like it if I woke him." She waggled a half full bottle of stale beer and raised an eyebrow at Quinn. "And, I don't think he'd appreciate Q kicking his ass out of here." She pulled out one of the garden chairs, tipping it up so that the chips fell off and then collapsed into it. Santana then reached for one of the four Frappuccino's that I'd bought and that Brittany had placed on the garden table before taking a seat herself.

Quinn's eyes flashed dangerously at seeing her ex snuggled up to one of her mother's plants. I really can't blame Quinn for her anger towards Finn, especially after he convinced her to cheat on Sam for him, treated her so badly at prom, and then broke up with her at a funeral. The boy was anything but sensitive, and I'm glad that we're both no longer tied to Finn Hudson in any way, except for the fact that he still keeps asking me out. I also suspect that Quinn's anger doesn't completely stem from the way he acted with her, but also how he acts with me. Is it too early to think that maybe she's a little jealous?

I grab for the vanilla flavoured iced beverage that Quinn had chosen before and hand it to her. "I'll be back in just a moment. Please guard my drink from anything that Santana thinks would be funny to put in it."

Quinn's eyes narrow at me for just a moment before she relents. "Fine." She then turns her gaze to her friend. "Don't, Santana."

Santana just smirks and relaxes back in her chair as three sets of eyes watch me walk away.

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