Title: Secret Love: Helping your friends
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Glee nor do I own any of the characters.
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn (eventually) & Brittany/Santana (from the beginning)
This is sort of a follow-up story from my other fanfic "Secret Love". But you don't have to have read it to follow this one. I just left hint of Faberry in that one that will resolve in this fiction.
All mistakes in here are mine as I have no beta. Please forgive me for them.
Chapter One
"Hey Babe, I'm here! You ready for a weekend filled wi-…"
"Hello Santana."
Santana spun around the door and looked into the livingroom where she saw Brittany's parents, bags in hands. She blushed crimson when she saw them. "I…Mister Piers, I…"
"You…?" He asked with mirth in his eyes.
"I'm here to see Brittany."
He nodded. "I see, for a weekend full of …innocent games…right?" He smiled, obviously knowing what the real reason was for his daughter's girlfriend to come over while they were ready to leave for the weekend.
"That's right…I…I'm sorry." Santana stammered out.
He laughed. "Oh dear, I'm just teasing you. We knew that Brittany would invite you over, it's only normal, right?"
"I guess so…are you okay with it?"
"A bit too late to ask, isn't it?" He said kindly. "But yes, it is."
Santana smiled. "Thank you."
"Just…keep it remotely hmm clean." He smiled.
"Of course." Santana quickly replied. "Is she here?" She asked, dying to get away from Brittany's dad.
"Upstairs…in the shower."
"Oh…erm…can I…I mean…-"
"Santana, we know our baby has sex, we know you've seen her, and each other naked."
By now Santana's face couldn't get any redder from embarrassment.
"Honey, stop embarrassing the poor girl." Brittany's mom told her husband. "Go ahead, dear. I'm sure she's waiting for you." She smiled. "We are leaving anyways."
"Thank you and have fun on your trip."
"You too." She smiled again.
"You'll take good care of our daughter, right?" Brittany's dad teased and this time Santana really noticed it.
"I always do, sir." She smirked.
"That's my girl, bye dear." He said, as he and his wife walked out off the door.
Santana took a deep breath and headed upstairs. "Brit!" She yelled out as she went straight towards the bathroom. She knocked before immediately entering the room.
Brittany turned around and whatever anger Santana may have felt left as soon as she saw her girlfriend, wrapped in a white towel, and nothing else.
"Hey baby." Brittany smiled as she came over to kiss Santana.
"Hi…didn't you forget to tell me something?" Santana replied as she put her hands on her girlfriends waist.
"Like what?" Brittany asked as she reached for Santana to get another kiss.
Santana pulled away before she could though. "Brit, I just ran into your parents!"
Brittany pulled a face as she ran her hands through her still wet hair. "Eww, that's gross."
Santana looked at her in confusion. "Wha..?" She asked. "Oh…oooh, no! I mean I literally ran into them, they where still here. I though you said they would have been gone already by this time."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Santy, we said our goodbye's just before I went to take a shower." Brittany replied, pulling Santana back towards her. 'Did they give you a hard time? Where they mad?"
"No, your dad teased me…it was embarrassing." Santana said as she put her arms around her girlfriends waist. "mostly because off the way I entered the house but no, they weren't really surprised to see me."
Brittany nodded. "That's good, right?"
"Babe, I came in using your key AND I'm wearing this !" Santana said pointing to her outfit. Brittany glanced down to admire her girlfriends attire. She smiled. "What's wrong with your clothes? You're wearing my faverite skirt." She said, her eyes now fixated on her girlfriends legs. "So hot." She wispered, her hands running over Santana's back.
"Not to mention what I was saying as I opened the door." Santana said, turning her neck to give her girlfriend better access to it.
"hmm?" Brittany said between kisses. "What…. did you … say?"
"I…god Britt, that feels amazing…" Santana moaned. "I…I said something that came down to: "where's going to have lots of sex this weekend."
Brittany pulled back. "You said that?"
"Not like that…"
"Oh…okay." Brittany said, kissing Santana on the lips, lingering for a few moments. "I should get dressed."
"Why?" Santana replied. "I like the way you are dressed right now." She wispered. "My favourite towel." She said, her hands going to her girlfriends chest, towel slowly loosening. "Even better." She smiled as the towel went down the floor. She waisted no minute and pulled Brittany's flat against her, kissing her fervently.
"Hmm, San…we can't." Brittany moaned out between kisses.
"Sure we can." Santana mumbled as she turned her attention towards her girlfriend neck.
"No, San, wait." Brittany tried again, half heartedly, to push Santana away.
"Why?"
"Quinn!"
Santana stopped moving and pulled away quickly. "What!?"
"Santy, Quinn is coming over in like…" She stated as she took Santana's wrist to look at her watch. "forty-five minutes."
"But whyyy" Santana whined. "I though we where going to have sexy times." She said.
Brittany smiled at her girlfriend before letting go off her. She turned around and went to pull on her underwear. "Because she's our best friend and she's in misery."
"If you call that a reason…" Santana muttered under her breath, her eyes glued to Brittany's body.
"San! I heard that. Be nice." She pouted. "Quinn needs us right now."
Santan sighed. "I know, I know…but we'll finish this later." She said pointing between the two off them.
Brittany smiled wide. "Of course, you try and stop me." She said, pecking her girlfriend on the lips before walking out off the bathroom.
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"Q, you really need to cheer up and try to make it right with her." Brittany said, pulling her bawling friend closer.
"I lost her, Brit." Quinn cried. "I screwed up so bad." She sobbed.
"You didn't lose her, Quinn." Brittany tried. "She's just upset but she still cares about you."
"She has hardly spoken a word to me in months and she avoids me like I'm the plague."
Santana joined her best friend and girlfriend on the small couch. "Well, what did you expect her to do, Q?"
"San, don't…"
"No, Brit, I mean. Q, you slept with Puck and gotten pregnant." Santana started. "She found out from him and not you. What would you do?" Santana said. "She was hoping to be your girlfriend, she asked you out and you got drunk and well…"
"Thanks for the pep-talk, San." Quinn cried. "You're not helping me, at all."
Santana sighed. "Quinn, she just needs some time to deal with this, you're pregnant Quinn, can you blame her for not knowing how to act now?" Santana asked. "Look…I know that the midget still cares about you, okay?"
"You really think so?" Quinn sniffed.
"Yes, she asked about you a couple off days ago." Santana explained. "She looked worried about your wellbeing."
Quinn wiped her tears away. "She did?"
Santana nodded. "Trust me, she still cares."
"I miss her." Quinn said, new tears forming in her eyes.
Brittany rubbed her arm. "Try talking to her again." She suggested.
"I don't know how, I feel so guilty, I cheated on her, Brit."
Santana frowned. "That's a bit much isn't it? You guys weren't even a couple yet."
Quinn's looked down at her hands. "We kissed." She mumbled.
Santana's eyebrows shot in her hairline. "Wooh, back up here." She said, holding up her hand. "You two kissed? When? How? Where?" She asked in suprise.
"It wasn't planned, it just happened. We had just finished watching a movie at her house. I had to go home and I wanted to kiss her goodnight. I was aiming for her cheek but she turned her head and I kissed her lips…it just happened." She explained, thinking back at that beautiful night.
"Okay, we need more details." Santana said. "Was this a peck on the lips or a serious lip lock?"
"It started with a peck…"Quinn shyly told her best friends.
Santana's eyebrows shot to in her hairline when she heard this new information. "Details, Quinn. We need details."
"You know, I'm kinda dissapointed in ths movie." Rachel frowned. "Not Sandra's best one."
Quinn shrugged. "It was alright." She replied. "But then again, I don't have a thing for Sandra Bullock." She smiled.
Rachel and Quinn where laying on the diva's bed, bowl off popcorn resting between them. Rachel had just gotten up to retrieve the dvd and turned around quickly at Quinn's comment.
"I do not have a thing for Sandra Bullock !"
"No? Then why do you have all off her dvd's?"
"Because Quinn, I happen to think Sandra is a great actress." Rachel said, laying back down next to the blonde. "She's great." She said dreamily.
"Yeah, you SO have a thing for her." Quinn laughed.
Rachel huffed. "Anyway…what do you want to do next?" She said, grabbing a handfull of popcorn to stuff in her mouth. Better to be eating then to go on about how much she actually loves the actress.
Quinn smiled at Rachel before turning to look at the Diva's alarm clock that was on her nightstand. "I should head home, it's getting kinda late."
"Oh? Do you really have to go?" Rachel pouted. "You can always stay the night if you want?" Rachel tried.
"Can and want aren't the same, Rach." Quinn anwsered. "You know I can't stay, you know how my dad is."
Rachel sighed. "I know." She replied, watching as Quinn got off the bed to grab her stuff.
Quinn looked around once more to see if she hadn't forgotten something. "There, I think I have everything."
The diva nodded. "I'll walk you out." She said. She also got off her bed and followed the blonde down the stairs. They walked all the way towards Quinn's car. The cheerleader opened her door to put her stuff in before closing the door and turning back to face Rachel.
"I had fun. Thank you for inviting me over." She smiled.
Rachel smiled back. "Thank you for coming."
"Of course."
Rachel took a step closer. "I'm really grateful for your friendship, Quinn." She told the blonde. "I'm really glad you are my friend."
Quinn nodded. "Me too…I'm sorry it took me so long to notice how great you really are." Quinn almost wispered.
Rachel looked down and blushed. "Thank you, Quinn."
Quinn also took a step forwards. "I mean it, Rach. You're amazing." She said, leaning in to give Rachel a kiss on the cheek.
"I thi-…" Rachel wanted to say just as Quinn lips where going to make contact with her cheek. But because of the movement, Quinn lips had landed on the Diva's lips. Quinn quickly pulled back in shock.
"Rachel, I'm so sorry, I was aiming for your cheek but you m-…" She got interrupted in the best way possible. Rachel Berry, kissing her, Quinn Fabray.
"Okay, wow, you really need to talk to her, Quinn."
Quinn wiped away her tears. "I tried, San. I did. She avoids me and I can't really blame her, can I? I'm pregnant, San…I'm…" Quinn cried out. "I'm pregnant, San." She said, crying.
Santana ran a comforting hand on the blondes back. "She'll come around, Q. I mean, come on, this is Rachel we're talking about." Santana stated. "When that girl wants something, she can't resist it for too long, she always gets what she wants." Santana told her captain. "You have to force her to talk to you, Q."
"How?" Quinn asked with a small voice.
"Quinn! Man up here, where's that HBIC that I know."
"She's pregnant and gone."
"No, she's not gone, Quinn." Santana sighed. "I really hate seeing you like this." Santana said, forcing Quinn to look at her. "I'm not saying it will be easy, Q, but if you really care for the midget, you have to at least try."
Quinn shook her head. "Would you take Brittany back if she got pregnant?"
Santana looked up at her girlfriend and thought about what Quinn had just asked her. Would she? "Honestly? I don't know. But this is hardly the same, Q. If me or Brit got pregnant…it would be way more serious then this. You know, we're been together for over a year now." San explained. "But…maybe I could, yeah. It wouldn't be easy or happen if Brit didn't force me to talk or make me listen to her." She said, her eyes glued to her girlfriend. "When you love someone like I love her…you can forgive the unforgivable."
Brittany smiled at Santana and took her hand in hers. "I love you." She mouthed at a smiling Santana before she turned her attention back to Quinn. "Look Quinn, me and Santy will help you anywhere we can, we've got your back, okay?" Brittany smiled, pulling both girls closer to her. "I love you." She said pulling them into a much needed group hug.
"Thanks, girls. I'll try to get the courage to talk to her."
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