CHAPTER 1
Santana's POV
I'm free! Well, for 4 weeks to be exact. My parents are going on a trip around Europe and have made the wise decision to leave me here in Lima. Since I dropped the gay bomb on them a couple weeks ago I think they need some time to relax and take it all in. But them leaving does have their consequences: they refuse to leave me by myself knowing my condition and almost beat me with a chair when I objected, in conclusion, I'm staying with the Fabray's. No biggy, Quinn is my best friend and we both go the McKinley. I can't tell if I'm going to enjoy this or completely hate it, we'll see.
"Santana! We're leaving!" I drop everything and run down the stairs to say the final goodbye to my parents. "Bye Mami, bye Papi," I say as they envelop me in a bone-crushing hug. "Quinn will pick you up later, don't forget to lock up the house, set the alarm and don't forg-" my Mother rambles until she was silenced by me giving her another hug.
"Mami, relax and enjoy your trip and stop worrying about me, I've got it under control and if I need anything Quinn only lives a few blocks away and I have a key," I say as I dangle the house key in my hands. I pull out my phone and check the time, "you guys better get going if you wanna catch your flight" I say as they pull me into one last hug. My Papi kisses my head and says I love you, "I love you too Papi, now go, go or else you'll miss your flight," I say as I shoo them out the front door, practically shoving them out and throwing them their luggage. I blow them one last kiss and close the front door. I lean against the door and wait till I hear their car leave.
When I heard the garage close I peeked through the small glass window beside the front door to see if the coast was clear. Clear. "YES! FREEDOM!" I shout into my empty, echoey house. I jump and kick around a bit until I realized that Quinn is coming in like... 30 minutes and I haven't even packed.
I pull out my Cheerio gym bag and start shoving random clothes into my bag: pyjamas, cheerio uniform, crop tops, sweatpants, underwear. I was interrupted by 2 notifications from my phone. It's Quinn. Thank God it doesn't say she's here it just says "on my way" and "don't forget church clothes" I completely forgot that I have to go to church for 4 weeks while I'm staying with Quinn. So I quickly pick out a nice pair of black jeans that make my ass look great and a cute baggy white blouse, a slightly sexy grey dress that stops very far above the knee, a semi-revealing red top paired with a black skirt and finally a black summer romper.
Finally, I run and grab some shoes, my white sneakers (cheerios), a pair of black high top converse and some sensible heels. I already have a couple of things at Quinn's and if I forget anything I have access to my house. Or I just steal some of her clothes.
I hear Quinn enter the house with a knock "I'm here Santana, let's go" as I hear footsteps ascend from the staircase. I zip up my bag and sling it over my shoulder as she enters my room."Ready?" she says. "Hello to you too Lucy" I respond with a smirk, I know how much she hates being called by her real name. "Ugh, I hate you, come on let's go," she says as she rolls her eyes and walks out of my bedroom. "You love me," I say following her out scanning my room for the last time checking if I left anything. I lock up and set the alarm to my house and exit with a bang.
I hop in the passenger seat of her car and we're off. "This is going to be the best 4 weeks of your life" Quinn sarcastically says as we back out of my driveway. "Why are we going to church again? I haven't been in like 10 years and me coming out as lesbian won't help" I say not looking up from my phone.
"Because us Fabray's are devoted Christians and for the next 4 weeks you are considered a Fabray. Oh yeah, how is the gay life treating you?" She asks in genuine concern. Quinn was the first person I came out to and she has supported me through my whole journey so there's no point in lying to her.
"Okay, I guess, if being disowned by my own grandmother doesn't give it away, I don't know what does," I say with my head hung low and shrug. "Well, my family may be devoted Christians but we do accept you, you know that right?" Quinn grabs my hand, without looking away from the road and gives it an assuring squeeze. "Thanks, Quinn, I really appreciate it," I say as I squeeze back.
We arrive at the Fabray household. The Lopez's and the Fabray's are practically family so there's no awkward tension when I waltz in their house without warning. "Hi, Judy," I say as I drop my bag at the door and give her a hug. "Oh Santana, Hi honey," she says as she hugs back. I release and grab my bag from off the ground and go upstairs to Quinn's room where she is already propped up against her headboard on her bed with her nose already stuck in a book.
I go to my side of the room, which consists of a single bed, bedside table, and a small dresser. I empty the contents of my gym bag into the dresser and flop onto the bed. I lay there for a few seconds then turn to Quinn and she lifts her eyes off her books and just gives me the infamous 'Fabray eyebrow lift'. I roll my eyes and kick off my shoes and curl into my covers.
"You realize it's only like 2:30 right? Why are you already tired?" Quinn gets up from her bed and walks over to mine. I pull back the covers and successfully manage to fit two 17-year-old girls into a single bed. "You are the only person that knows I still like cuddles and you better not tell anyone because I have a reputation to withhold," I tell her with a stern voice as I hug her closer. "You're secret safe with me, Lopez," she says as she hugs back. I love Quinn, she's been my best friend since forever and she's always been the protective one, like an older sister I never had, even though she's 72 days older than me, it makes a difference.
We lay there for a good 10 minutes until I sit up and announce "I'm hungry". We race downstairs like when we were kids and scramble to the pantry. I grab the box of pop tarts and pull out the last one out while also pulling the finger at Quinn while mouthing "shame". She fake pouts as I tear the wrapper off. I look at her and heavy sigh as I very unevenly half the pop tart, obviously giving her the smaller piece. She smiles and I return one back. Quinn is the only person I could be vulnerable with and I'd like to keep it that way, I've built these wall for 17 years and I don't plan on getting them demolished in seconds.
Later that night, Quinn and I were watching Netflix and I was slowly falling asleep. "Whoa, better get to your bed because I do not want drool on my pillow… again" Quinn playfully pushes me off the bed. I yawn and get up and stretch. "It was one time" I dramatically shout. Before walking over to my side of the room I give Quinn a good night hug. "Night Quinny" I sing. She hugs back giving me a good night kiss on the cheek. "Night Sanny," she says as I walk over to my bed and bury myself in the covers. Quinn is my best friend and no one can take that away from me.