"Hey, Q."

Quinn looked up from the book she was staring blankly at. She didn't expect to see Santana in the library of all places. It was pretty surprising that Brittany wasn't with her too.

"Santana," she wasn't really in the mood for her insults right now. Especially with her pregnancy hormones, she might end up crying in front of the other girl, and that was not something in her to do list.

They just stared at each other for a few agonizingly long moments. Quinn coughed awkwardly, breaking the silence that has formed between them. The atmosphere around them was…well, awkward to say the least.

Santana sighed, "Look, I heard about what happened. I mean, you being kicked out of your house and all."

Quinn's eyes widened. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "How did you find out?"

"Puck told me you were staying with him."

Quinn rolled her eyes, "That idiot! I told him not to tell anyone. Santana, if you came here just to make me feel worse than I already do, then please just leave. I don't think you could make my life any more miserable than it already is," she muttered with tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Now it was Santana's turn to roll her eyes, "Q, I know I'm a bitch and all, but you have got to give me a little more credit than that. I actually came here to ask if you wanted to stay at my house instead."

Quinn raised an eyebrow at this, "Why?"

"Ugh, are you seriously gonna make me say it?"

"It's an honest question, S. It's pretty understandable that I'm questioning your motives. I mean, we're not exactly the best of friends right now. You're offering me to live with you, and I'm pretty sure you're up to something."

"God, Q! I'm trying to grow a heart here, and you're kind of discouraging that. Okay, listen carefully cuz' I am not going to say this again. I…care…about…you," she said, cringing at how unconvincing her statement was.

Quinn quirked her eyebrow, "That wasn't exactly convincing, Santana."

"Look, I meant what I said okay? I'm just not used to this sappy shit. I…do…care…about…you…God this is so hard! I consider you and BrittBritt my best friends. Just because we're not at the best of terms with each other at the moment doesn't mean I've stopped…caring…about you," she grumbled.

Quinn smiled at this. "Are you blushing?"

"No! Of course not!" Santana said forcefully, but the tint of pink on her cheeks says otherwise. Quinn decided to just drop it though.

"Thanks, S. It's just…it's been so long since we actually talked to each other without the pressure of popularity and without the competitions. It's been so long since we talked, just us."

"Whatever," her blush not yet completely gone made her statement lose its hostility, "so, are you gonna stay with me or have your preggo hormones actually messed up your brain enough to make you want to stay with Puck. God knows how much damage that spawn inside you has done."

"Thank you," Quinn whispered, the tears she had been withholding earlier finally spilling out.

"Yeah, yeah," Santana said, staring uncomfortably at the crying girl in front of her, "could you stop with the waterworks? You're creeping me the fuck out."

"Don't say bad words. The baby might here you."

Santana stood up, "C'mon, let's go get your stuff from Puck's. Oh by the way, could we stop by Breadstix first. I needs my breadsticks after that mushy crap you made me say just now. That was pure torture," she said that with a teasing smile.

Quinn couldn't help but smile too. For the first time since finding out that she was pregnant, she finally felt hopeful that things were looking up for her. At least she could get something from this pregnancy other that emotional trauma. She would have Santana as her friend again. 'Maybe even more. Wait, where did that come from?' She shook her head as she followed Santana to the parking lot.

Q~Q~Q~Q~Q~POV

After stopping by at Breadstix and watching Santana moan around a mouthful of those "bread made by the hand of God", we were finally on our way to get my stuff from Puck's. I already texted him saying I would be staying with Santana. He was surprisingly fine with it as long as we could still hang out and have "family bonding."

I find myself watching Santana as she drove around the neighborhood. 'Wow, she's really beautiful.'

"Stop watching me, Juno."

"What a clever insult! No one's ever called me that before," I respond sarcastically.

She rolls her eyes at me. Bitch! I'm really sensitive right now! How dare she just take advantage of my emotions like that! It's really offensive when people roll their eyes at you. Is this what Berry feels everyday? No, Quinn, don't cry. Don't. Cry.

"Are you crying?"

"No," I sniffed.

Wow, I never thought I'd ever sound this pathetic.

"Q, I swear, if you don't stop crying right now, I will throw you out of the car and leave your sobbing ass in the middle of the street."

I just cried harder. Doesn't she know how to talk to a hormonal pregnant woman?

"Ugh, okay, fine! I'm. Sorry," she said through gritted teeth.

Okay that made me feel better knowing how hard it was for her to apologize. Okay, I'm totally calm right now. Wow, I'm so mood swingy. I can't believe she's actually putting up with me.

I started tearing up again and thanked her for putting up with my crap and for being such an angel.

She just awkwardly patted my knee.

After a while, we finally reached our destination. We park in front of Puck's house, and Santana was actually kind enough to help me carry my stuff to the car. Surprisingly, Santana has been really nice to me ever since our little chat in the library. Not that I'm complaining, I definitely like her better when she's not being such a bitch to me. I kinda like it when she's mean to other people because she's hot when she's pissed. Okay, that train of thought has got to end now.

Seriously though, I've already accepted it. I'm gay. It took a while for me to stop hating myself for it. The reason why I was willing to do the nasty with Puck that day was because I was in the middle of my gay panic. I regretted it as soon as I did it though. At least now that I'm out of that bigot and drunkard's house (a.k.a. dad and mom), I don't have to be afraid anymore.

I'm not ready to tell anyone yet. It's already a big enough step for me to even accept it myself. It's liberating to be who I am without my parents trying to slap me with a Bible for every little "sin" that I commit. Hypocrites. Everyone sins, so is it really that different that I'm gay or that I had pre-marital sex. The God that I believed in is a loving God. A God who will love me for who I am, not what I've done.

Great, I have a headache now. I need to stop thinking too much.

I soon drifted off to sleep in the car ride to Santana's house.

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