Something - Quinn Fabray

Chapter 16

Ryan looked up suddenly as Santana and Brittney sat down in front of him at lunch. "What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously.

Santana glared at him. "Listen up, Hobbit. I heard that you're going out with Quinn tomorrow night."

Ryan's eyes widened. "Who told you that?"

"You just did," she said triumphantly, taking a Tater Tot from his tray. "Now, Quinn's my girl, okay, so you hurt her, Imma have to go all Lima Heights on your ass."

"Okay, what does that even mean?" Ryan asked, watching as Santana helped herself to his lunch. "Anyways, you don't have to worry about me hurting Quinn, we'll be fine."

"Just so we're clear, I have razors in my hair. So she better be fine, or I will cut you."

"What are you doing?" Quinn cut into their conversation. "You two never sit here," she said suspiciously to Santana. She put her lunch on the table and sat down next to Ryan.

"Santana was just threatening to go Lima Heights on Ryan if he hurt you on your date tomorrow," Brittney said conversationally.

Quinn whipped towards Santana. "Excuse me? How did you even find out about that?" Quinn pressed. "Nobody knows."

Santana simply shrugged. "He told me so himself."

Quinn looked at Ryan, who raised his hands in an 'I'm innocent' expression. "She tricked me! She said she'd heard that we were going out tomorrow, and I may have accidentally confirmed it." He hesitated. "I know you probably don't want anybody to know, so I'm sorry, okay?" he ended anxiously. At least she wasn't mad that Brittney had called it a date.

Quinn softened. He was probably scared that she was going to back out on him. "It's fine," she said.

"You look nice, Ryan," Brittney said suddenly. "Did your mom get you those?"

The other two girls simultaneously took another look at Ryan, who stared at Brittney, suddenly slightly self-conscious. "Yeah, you do look different, Berry," Santana agreed. "Not as stupid as usual. Where'd you get the new threads?"

Quinn had to agree as well. She'd noticed some time ago that Ryan was quite cute, but these new clothes just enhanced that. He looked hot. If he'd dressed like this before she'd have noticed him a lot sooner for sure.

"Uh, yeah, my mom got them for me," Ryan said confusedly. He'd never had a bunch of girls paying positive attention to his outfit before. It was usually mockery. "How did you know that, Britt?"

The blonde shrugged.

"Okay...I need to go, I'm supposed to meet Zizes to finish our science project," Ryan said, standing up. "See you later."

The three girls nodded at him as he left. Santana turned to Quinn. "Well, at least he's smarter than Finnocence. And he's not as much of a dick as Puck," she said grudgingly, as she poached one of Quinn's Tots.

"Aren't you going out with the 'dick'? Never mind," Quinn rolled her eyes. "So glad you approve."

The next day Ryan stood in his room, nervously getting ready for his date. He looked at the clothes Shelby had bought him a few days ago. Since it was a casual date, she had advised him to wear the dark jeans and one of his new polo shirts. A few minutes later, he went downstairs. Passing the study, he glanced inside and saw Leroy, who was working on his computer. "I'm going out," he announced.

Leroy barely glanced up. "Sure. Home by 10."

Ryan rolled his eyes. He was frequently home past his official curfew, but his dads rarely noticed. "Ok." He exited the house, making sure he had his keys, and started the quick walk to Breadstix. When he got there, he looked around. He checked his watch and found he was slightly early, so he decided to take a table and wait for Quinn. His phone chimed a few minutes later with a text message. Break a leg, kid ;) – Mom.