goldstarsinmyeyes:

badasssantanalopez:

goldstarsinmyeyes:

badasssantanalopez:

ooc: omfg, i feel so bad.

why???

i don’t like outing. :/

IS THAT WHAT JUST HAPPENED

Yes omg, it’s all out in the open now.

goldstarsinmyeyes:

badasssantanalopez:

ooc: omfg, i feel so bad.

why???

i don’t like outing. :/

ooc: omfg, i feel so bad.

beautyqueenofeighteen:

badasssantanalopez:

“I know all about Rachel.” Santana smirked, folding her arms. “She came crying to me you know. Yeah, she’s real broken up about you, Fabray. Doesn’t understand why you’re hiding and trying to be someting you’re not, but that’s not really a surprise is it? We all know how fake you really are.”

Quinn swallowed thickly, trying and failing to clear her throat. She tried to blink the tears away but it only pushed them over the edge, and the murmurs and snickers around her only made everything worse. “Why are you doing this?” she murmured weakly, biting her lip to stop her chin from trembling. 

Santana faltered for a minute, then raised her chin stubbornly. “You brought it on yourself,” she answered quietly.

beautyqueenofeighteen:

badasssantanalopez:

Santana spun around, fixing Quinn with a nasty glare. “What are going to say, Fabray?” She snapped, raising her voice. “Are you going to tell everyone that I’m a lesbian like you?”

Quinn’s heart stopped as she felt the hallway grow silent. There was no way that the other students hadn’t heard that. She wanted to fight back, to shoot Santana down with another witty retort, but her mouth went dry and her throat went dry. All she could do was glare through her tears, gritting her teeth angrily.

“I know all about Rachel.” Santana smirked, folding her arms. “She came crying to me you know. Yeah, she’s real broken up about you, Fabray. Doesn’t understand why you’re hiding and trying to be someting you’re not, but that’s not really a surprise is it? We all know how fake you really are.”

beautyqueenofeighteen:

badasssantanalopez:

Santana bit her lip. “There’s nothing else you could possibly spread about me,” she whispered fiercely before turning on her heel and stalking off.

“You know damn well what I could spread about you, Santana!” Quinn called out, reaching forward and latching onto Santana’s wrist before she could walk away. Then in a low voice, she added, “And you know damn well that I’m capable of sharing your secrets, too.”

Santana spun around, fixing Quinn with a nasty glare. “What are going to say, Fabray?” She snapped, raising her voice. “Are you going to tell everyone that I’m a lesbian like you?”

beautyqueenofeighteen:

badasssantanalopez:

“It means that I know how to spread stuff too and I know stuff about you, don’t forget it,” Santana said quietly.

“You spread something about me and I’ll spread something worse about you, Lopez. Don’t put it past me, because I swear to God, I’ll do it,” Quinn hissed, clenching her fists around the edges of her books.

Santana bit her lip. “There’s nothing else you could possibly spread about me,” she whispered fiercely before turning on her heel and stalking off.

beautyqueenofeighteen:

badasssantanalopez:

“Then don’t fucking spread rumors about me, Fabray,” Santana snapped, raising her chin defiantly. “And just remember that rumors can spread from both parties.”

“I didn’t spread any rumours, Lopez,” Quinn retorted. In the back of her mind, she was vaguely aware of the students gathering around them, whispering and jeering behind their backs as their voices continued to rise. She even heard a few phones sliding open, to record them no doubt, but she barely even acknowledged them. “And what the fuck isthat supposed to mean?”

“It means that I know how to spread stuff too and I know stuff about you, don’t forget it,” Santana said quietly.

beautyqueenofeighteen:

badasssantanalopez:

“Please, you may be fooling your boy toy, but you’re not fooling me and you’re definitely not fooling Rachel.” Santana glowered at her. “If you tell anyone else, I swear to God, I will end you.”

“Keep Rachel and Sam out of this, Santana,” Quinn snapped, her voice raising subconsciously as she stepped towards her, the tense glare still firmly in place. “This is none of your fucking business.”

“Then don’t fucking spread rumors about me, Fabray,” Santana snapped, raising her chin defiantly. “And just remember that rumors can spread from both parties.”