The Snow Storm

Summary: Quinn is the new girl. Her mother sets up an afternoon with a girl from a family at church. Santana and Brittany and Quinn starting freshman year.

"Quinn I have good news for you." Mrs. Fabray announces as she enters the girls bedroom.

"What?" Quinn drones out. Not happy that her mother has woken her up early again.

"I've set up a playdate for next Saturday for you with that lovely girl from church."

"What mom? Why? I'm too old for playdates. I'm not five anymore." Quinn whines.

"Because Quinny you need to start making some friends and what better opportunity than this. Her family goes to our church and she goes to your school."

"But mom-"

"But nothing. She will be coming over next Saturday afternoon and you two will have a lovely time together. Understood?"

"Yes." Quinn grumbles through clinches teeth.

She throws her covers over her head angrily as her mother leaves the room.


"Santana." She stops at the sound of her name. "Come here I need to talk to you." The brunette turns and walks into the kitchen where her mother is sitting at the table.

"Yes mami."

"Don't make any plans for next Saturday with any of your friends. Okay?" Her mother tells her.

"Okay. But why? What are we doing?" She asks thinking that there's probably some family event happening.

"We aren't doing anything. You will be spending the afternoon at the Fabray's house." She explains to her daughter.

"What?" Santana scoffs. "Why?"

"Mrs. Fabray approached me after church the other day. She said that her daughter doesn't have any friends here. I assume you probably know this. She is new at your school this year, right?" Santana nods confirming it. "Judy thought it would be a good idea if you two spent time together and got to know each other."

Santana rolls her eyes. "She's not my friend. Do I have to? Yes, I may know who she is but we are not friends."

"Yes, you have to. Mrs. Fabray seems to think you will be a good influence on her."

"Doubtful." She crosses her arms over her chest.

"Santana."

"Fine. I'll go under one condition."

"What?" Her mother asks starting to get annoyed with her daughter.

"I'll go- but only if I can bring Brittany with me."

"That girl goes everywhere with you. It's like you two are attached at the hip."

"Not true." Santana defends. "Do you see her here now?"

"No, but it's still early." Mrs. Lopez looks down at her wrist watch. "It's only 9:30. And where were you going?"

Santana looks down at the floor. "Brittany's house." She mumbles.

"I rest my case." Her mother says around a smile. "I will inform Mrs. Fabray that you will be bringing Brittany with you next Saturday."

Santana raises her eyes back to her mother. "Thanks mami."

"Don't thank me." She says around a laugh. "Now get out of here and go have some fun."

"Okay." Santana turns and leaves.

"And stay out of trouble." Her mother yells after her.

"Okay." Santana yells back.


"Santana I expect you to be on your best behavior. And Brittany I want you to make sure Santana is." Mrs. Lopez tells the girls as the car pulls up next to the curb outside the Fabray household.

They both nod. "I will." They say in unison.

"Be nice and don't torture that poor Fabray girl. I know you aren't thrilled about this and I'm sure she isn't either." The girls both nod again. "Now get out of my hair. I have been anticipating any afternoon all to myself for a week now. Mrs. Fabray will bring you guys home after supper."

"Okay. Bye." Santana says as she pushes Brittany to exit the back seat of the car.

Yes, they both sat in the back seat.

"This is so gonna suck." Santana mutters as they make their way to the front door. The cold winter air not helping her mood any.

"I don't know. I think it could be fun." Brittany says as she skips up the sidewalk to the porch. "Come on slow poke." She looks back for Santana. She waits until the girl catches up to her on the porch before ringing the door bell.

Brittany stands there with a smile while Santana keeps her face as expressionless as possible. They wait for someone to answer the door.

"Hello girls." Mrs. Fabray says as she opens the door for them. "Come in. It's terribly cold and gloomy out there."

"Quinn's in the den setting up. I will go get her. Take your coats and shoes off and make yourselves at home." The woman spins on her heels and disappears somewhere into the house.

"This is a really nice house." Brittany whispers as she removes her shoes.

"Mine's nicer." Santana quips.

"Hello, ladies." Quinn appears before them.

"Hi Quinn." Brittany says happily. "You have a nice house."

"Thanks." She looks at Brittany curiously before her eyes slide over to Santana. "Santana."

"Quinn."

"Why don't you girls get settled I will bring the snacks in after a few minutes." Mrs. Fabray says as she peeks her head around the corner.

"Okay. Thanks mom." Quinn calls to her. "Lets go." She waves for them to follow her. They make there way through the house to the aforementioned den.

"What are we doing?" Santana asks.

"I thought we could watch a movie. There's not too much pressure involved with that. Have a seat." She offers. "So what movie do you want to watch?"

"What do you have?" Brittany asks.

"I'm not really sure. I don't watch many movies anymore. Disney movies I guess. Whatever else that my parents have. They are over there." Quinn points to a movie rack across the room.

"Let me see." Santana stands from her spot on the couch and goes to inspect all of the movies. She crouches down in front of the movies to get a better look. "What is this? It's just a bunch of boring adult movies Quinn. We can't watch any of these."

"She said there were Disney movies Santana." The blonde removes herself from her spot and goes over and kneels next to the brunette to look at the selection.

"And there are." Quinn adds. "I don't know. I just-"

"Nevermind Quinn, we got it." Santana tells her.

Brittany and Santana speak in hushed voice as Quinn stands on the opposite side of the room.

"We should watch this one." Brittany says.

"No, we just watched that like two weeks ago Britt." Santana reminds the blonde.

"What about this one?"

"I don't know. I'm not really feeling it. How about this?"

"Yay!" Brittany exclaims.

"Okay. Quinn, we picked one." They both stand. Brittany goes to reclaim a spot on the couch and Santana brings the movie they picked to Quinn.

She hands the DVD to Quinn and goes to sit next to Brittany. Quinn looks at the movie and then to the two of them sitting on the couch and then back at the movie in her hand.

"What? Put the movie in Quinn." Brittany tells her.

"This?" Quinn asks in disbelief.

"Yes, Quinn, that's the movie that we picked. Now put it in." Santana says condescendingly.

"Put it in." Brittany encourages.

Santana turns to Brittany. "That's what she said."

Brittany turns to face the brunette. Her eyebrows raised. An amused smile across her lips. "Santana." She scolds.

Santana smiles for the first time since they arrived. Smiling proudly that she got Brittany to smile.

Quinn stares at them not sure what to do. After a few seconds of them ignoring her, Quinn shuffles over to the DVD player and starts the movie up. She goes to take her seat on the couch. The only spot left. She's on one end of the couch and Santana is on the other with Brittany in between them.

The movie starts and Brittany bounces up and down excitedly clapping her hands together. "I love this movie."

"Shh Britt. I don't want to miss anything." Santana quiets her.

Quinn isn't paying that much attention to the beginning of the movie really. Her thoughts have taken over. Confusing her and making her reassess everything she thought she knew about the two girls sitting next to her. Mostly Santana.

Anything from the choice of movie to the difference she sees in Santana from school to now. First of all, she is like a completely different person. And was she the one to suggest that they watch Finding Nemo. Quinn never could have imagined that someone could adopt two different lives. On at school, in front of all of her friends. And a completely different one in the comfort of her own home. Well, not in her own home but when she is away from everyone at school.

She thinks that maybe she will have to adopt a similar attitude if she wants to survive high school. She could learn a lot from Santana. They could learn a lot from each other. If they played their cards right they could rule the whole school.

"Here's the snacks." Judy announces as she enters the room with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a bag of assorted mini candy bars in the other.

"Thanks mom." Quinn says being pulled from her thoughts. She takes the snacks from her mother and the woman leaves the room immediately.

"Which do you want?" She offers both to Brittany.

Brittany looks over from the tv and without saying anything takes the bowl of popcorn from Quinn. She takes the bowl and sets it down on Santana's lap before turning her attention back to the tv. She scoots over until her side is pressed up against the brunette's. Without looking down she puts her hand in the bowl and brings some popcorn to her mouth. Santana's attention never once leaves the screen.

Quinn watches the whole thing play out.

They finish the movie without anymore interruptions. Quinn finally getting into the story on the screen along with the other two girls.

Quinn gets up to go put the movie away.

"So when's supper?" Santana's voice drifts through the room.

Quinn turns to look at her. She raises an eyebrow at her. "You just ate a bowl of popcorn."

"Don't judge me. I heard you chomping away at those candy bars. Plus, I didn't eat the whole thing. Brittany helped." She bites back.

"Okay. Fine. Dinner's a 5:30. You in a hurry to get out of here or something?"

"No." Santana lies. She totally wants to get out of the Fabray's house as soon as possible. She wants to go back to her house and spend the rest of the night with Brittany.

They both stare at each other.

"Hey, look guys, it's snowing." Brittany says breaking them from their staring contest. Santana follows Brittany's gaze out the window. There is about 2 inches of fresh snow on the ground. "I wonder when it started?"

"Probably while we were watching the movie." Quinn says.

"No shit." Santana says narrowing her eyes at Quinn.

Brittany nudges Santana with her elbow. "Be nice." She whispers.

Santana rolls her eyes. "Yeah, it probably started during the movie." She amends.

They watch the snow fall in silence for a few minutes. "You guys wanna see my room?" Quinn asks.

"Yay!" Brittany jumps to her feet. "Come on Santana." She holds her hand out for the brunette.

"Okay. Fine." She grabs Brittany's hand and lets the blonde pull her to her feet.

They follow Quinn up the stairs to her room. She swings the door open and they all step in.

Brittany and Santana look around for a few seconds taking everything in before saying anything.

"I love it." Brittany squeaks.

"What?" Santana blanches. "My room is totally better."

"This isn't a competition Santana." Brittany reminds her.

Santana crosses her arms over her chest. She thinks it's a competition. It will always be a competition. And she is determined to come out on top. It has been made clear now that Quinn is and will be her biggest competition all throughout high school.

"I like your room Quinn and I know Santana does too."

"Do not." Santana says under her breath.

"Thanks Brittany."

"So what-" Quinn starts.

"Supper's ready girls." Judy Fabray calls through the house.

"Nevermind, I guess. Lets go eat." Quinn says. And they all head downstairs to eat.

Supper goes rather smoothly. Judy asks them about Cheerios and school and boys. The usual mother questions. Santana is annoyed by the whole conversation. She just wants to eat and get this over with. Brittany chats away excitedly. And Quinn adds her two cents when necessary to please her mother.

After supper they all help clear up the dishes. Brittany looks out the window above the kitchen sink. "It's really snowing out there."

Santana comes over and stands next to Brittany. "Wow. It is."

About four inches over newly fallen snow now covers the ground. Mrs. Fabray comes over with a few more dishes. See peaks out the window after she sets the dishes on the counter. "Maybe you girls should stay the next." She says as she walks away.

Santana snaps her head to Brittany. Brittany feels her movements and turns to look at her. A sense of shock and alarm evident in Santana's eyes. She shakes her head back and forth frantically. Brittany rests a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure it will be fine." She eases.

"It's not gonna be fine, Brittany. I am not staying the night here." She growls through her teeth.

She turns away from Brittany with a huff.


"So what do you want to do?" Quinn asks. "I think we have two sleeping bags somewhere. We can set them up in the den."

"Oh hell no. I ain't sleeping in a sleeping bag. I'm not five. I need a good nights rest. And that won't happen if I'm sleeping on the floor." Santana practically yells.

"Okay. Well, what about you Brittany?"

The blonde shrugs. "It doesn't matter to me. I can sleep anywhere."

"Well, do you want to sleep on the couch then Santana. Brittany can sleep on the floor." Quinn offers.

Santana glares at Quinn. "Seriously Quinn. You have to have a guest room in this house. I'll sleep there."

"I do but-"

"I'll sleep there." Santana insists.

"Brittany, do you want to sleep down here or…?" Quinn isn't sure how to finish that question.

"Can I sleep in the guest room too?"

"I guess. But you will have to sleep on the floor. It's only a twin bed." She explains.

"That's fine. It'll be fun. Sleeping on the floor like a slumber party." She smiles at Quinn.

"Okay follow me. I'll show you the room."

They follow Quinn upstairs. She stops at a closet in the hallway and pulls out a sleeping bag. They continue down the hallway until Quinn opens a door on their right. They all slide in the room and look around. No one says anything. Santana goes over and takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

"This will work." Santana looks over to Quinn. The blonde throws the sleeping bag on the floor.

"Okay. Brittany, I will let you arrange that however you like."

"Thanks Quinn."

"Yep. I'm going over to my room to get ready for bed. Come over after you are done with that and I will find some clothes for you both to wear to bed."

"Okay." Brittany smiles at Quinn.

Quinn leaves the room for her own. Brittany smiles over at Santana sitting on the bed. "This won't be so bad." She tries.

"Brittany, I would much rather be at home in my own bed. This is not how I wanted to spend the evening."

"Okay. So what did you want to do tonight?" Brittany asks completely interested in Santana's answer.

"I don't know." She says shyly. "I was hoping we would get done with dinner here and then go home. Just the usual. Hang around at my house. Listen to music. Maybe watch a movie. I don't know."

Brittany step over to Santana so that she is standing directly in front of her. Santana looks up to Brittany's face. The blonde smiles. "That sounds like it could be fun." Brittany pretends to think about it.

"Britt, we do that stuff all of the time. Why are you debating whether it would be fun or not?"

"I'm not really." She smiles down at Santana. "Just messing with you. I would have loved to have done that with you."

Santana smiles at that. "Me too. But here we are stuck in this god awful house."

"I say we make the best of it. How about we go see about those pajamas?"

"Okay." Santana gets up from the bed. Brittany holds out her hand. Santana stares down at it hesitantly before she finally takes it. She lets Brittany lead her out of the guest room and into Quinn's room. They let go once they enter the room.

"Oh, hey. I got out a couple of t-shirt for you to wear but I didn't know if you wanted long pants or short to sleep in."

"I'll take shorts." Santana supplies.

"Really, it's winter. It can get cold in here at night."

"I'll be fine."

"Yeah, she's hot." Brittany adds.

Quinn and Santana both turn and look at Brittany.

"What? Santana gets hot when she sleeps." Brittany explains.

Quinn looks at Brittany suspiciously. Santana drops her eyesight to the floor a blush taking over her features.

Quinn shakes her head. "Do you want pants or shorts Brittany?" She pushes forward.

"Hmm." Brittany ponders the question for a minute. "I don't know. I doubt that your pants will fit me and probably not your shorts either. How about neither. I'll be good if I just have a long t-shirt."

"Umm- okay." Quinn agrees reluctantly. She turns around to find a longer t-shirt for Brittany to wear and shorts for Santana.

Santana nudges Brittany and gives her a look. What are you doing? Are you serious? She questions the blonde with her eyes. Brittany just shrugs. Santana rolls her eyes and turns her attention to Quinn.

"There you go. These should work." Quinn hands them the clothes. "Anything else you need?"

"No I don't think so." Santana tells her. "And if so I know where you are and I will be certain to come and bother you about it." She smirks at the blonde.

Brittany elbows her in the side. "We're good." Santana says and turns to leave. "Are you coming Britt?"

"Yep. Goodnight Quinn." Brittany says before she skips out of the room after Santana.

Those two are a very strange pair. They shouldn't be good friends but somehow they are. Quinn thinks as she climbs into bed.

Santana goes into the bathroom to change and lets Brittany change in the guest room. She pops back into the guest room and sees Brittany sitting on the bed.

"Aren't you gonna roll that thing out." Santana points down at the sleeping bag that is still rolled up on the floor.

"Oh yeah." Brittany hops off the bed and unrolls the sleeping bag and situates it on the floor how she wants it.

Santana makes her way across the room to the bed. She sets her clothes down on a chair that rests at the end of the bed. She looks back at Brittany on the floor, guilt running through her bones that she gets to sleep in the bed while Brittany has to sleep on the floor. If they were at her house that would never happen. They always sleep in the same bed when they are at each other's houses. But they can't here. The bed isn't big enough.

Santana gets up on the bed and crawls under the covers. Brittany crawls into the sleeping bag. "Do you want to talk or just go to sleep?" The blonde asks.

"Just sleep, I think. It's been a long day." Santana reaches for the lamp and turns the light off.

"Okay. Goodnight Santana."

"Night Britt."

A good ten minutes of silence goes by and Santana thinks that maybe Brittany has fallen asleep. "Hey Britt, you awake?" She whispers through the room.

"Yeah. I can't sleep."

"Me neither."

"You wanna talk?" Brittany offers.

"Not really." Santana tells her. It's silent for a few seconds. "Hey Britt?"

"Yeah."

"Get up here." Santana says as she scoots over an the small bed making room for Brittany.

The blonde climbs into bed next to her. She lays on her side next to Santana. Her elbow jabbing down into the mattress holding her head up. Her head resting on her fisted hand. "I was hoping you would say that."

Santana chuckles. "Yeah?"

"Yep."

"You know we shouldn't be doing this, here, in Quinn's house."

"Why not?" Brittany asks her.

"Because Brittany this is only for at my house or yours. We shouldn't do it anywhere else."

"Oh. But we're still going to, right?" Santana nods. "Okay." Brittany lays her left arm over Santana's stomach. The brunette sigh contently. Brittany smiles at the sound.

"Roll on your side." She whispers to Santana. The brunette does as she asks. Brittany adjusts her position until she is laying down behind Santana. She inches up to her and spoons her from behind. Her arm still around Santana's waist. Santana's left hand comes down and covers Brittany's.

"Goodnight Britt."

Brittany leans up a little until she can place a kiss just below Santana's ear. "Goodnight San." She whispers in her ear and slides back down into her position behind the brunette.

Not more than five minutes pass before they are both asleep.


Quinn has been awake for a good half an hour already. She wants to eat breakfast but her mother told her it was rude to eat before her guests. So now she has to wait for them to wake up.

A few more minutes pass and they still aren't wake yet. Getting impatient she decides to take matters into her own hands. Quinn makes her way up the stair towards the guest bedroom. She knocks on the door lightly and listen. She doesn't hear anything so she slowly opens the door just a crack. Just enough so she can see in.

The first thing she sees is the sleeping bag on the floor. It's empty. She thinks that's weird. Where could Brittany be? She's not downstairs. Maybe she is in the bathroom. No the bathroom door was ajar when I walked passed.

Without anymore thought on the matter she pushes the door open a little further. What her eyes see next surprises her. She stops all motion and stares. Her mouth agape in surprise.

On the small bed on the opposite side of the room she finds Brittany. And Santana. The blonde girl on her back with Santana slumbering on top of her. Brittany's left hand rests comfortably on the small of Santana's back. The other lost somewhere beneath the blankets. The blankets however only covers their lower halves.

I guess Brittany was right when she said Santana gets hot in her sleep. And now I know how she knew that. Quinn thinks.

Santana in turn is laying face down, most of her body on top of Brittany. Her head is tucked up under Brittany's chin. Her right hand in a loose fist next to her face on Brittany's chest. Her left arm wraps up around towards the pillow and the top of Brittany's head.

It doesn't look awkward or uncomfortable or anything like that. They look almost peaceful. In fact they look so comfortable that I don't want to wake them.

Quinn slowly and as quietly as she can shut the bedroom door. She makes her way back downstairs with a completely different mindset. She passes her mother on the way.

"What are you doing Quinny?" She asks her daughter.

"What? Nothing. Why?" Quinn glances at her mother.

"Oh, your friends aren't awake yet?"

"No." Quinn tells her a little harsher than she probably should.

"Why don't you wake them up then so all of you can have breakfast. It's later enough now. For heaven sakes it's after nine in the morning. They can't sleep all day."

"I don't want to bother them. Let them sleep. Not everyone gets up at five am everyday like you." She snaps at her mother.

"Okay." Judy draws out. She eyes her daughter up and down trying to figure out why she is so on edge. She's not usually like that. "Is everything alright sweetie?"

"I'm fine. I'm going to get something to eat." Quinn dismisses her and moves towards the kitchen.

"But, I told you to wait for your friends." Mrs. Fabray says as Quinn walks away from her.


"Morning Quinn." Brittany chirps as she enters the kitchen. Santana on her heels. "Did you sleep alright?" She asks Quinn.

Quinn is reading the obituary section of the local paper. "I slept alright. How did you two sleep?" She asks but doesn't look up from the paper. She thinks she already knows the answer anyway.

Brittany looks over to Santana who is now standing next to her. They both smile at each other. "Great." They both say in unison.

"Good. There's some cereal on the counter and milk in the fridge in you want. The snow stopped and they are plowing the streets now. My mom should be able to take you home sometime before lunch."

"Okay." Brittany responds. Santana moves around Brittany to get to the cereal. She picks up the two bowls on the counter and Quinn must have set out for the cereal.

Quinn looks up from the paper when she hears the noise. She watches them as they get something to eat. Santana pours herself a bowl and then pours a bowl for Brittany. At the same time, Brittany opens the fridge and gets out the milk and brings it over to Santana. She pours the milk into both bowls as Santana closes the box of cereal and sets it down on the counter. Brittany puts the milk away. And Santana grabs two spoons and both bowls and starts moving towards the table. Quinn quickly ducks her head back into the paper before Santana can see her watching. Brittany comes over and pulls out the two chairs that are across from Quinn. Santana sets down the cereal bowls. They sit down and start eating.

Wow. They just did that little dance without saying a word to each other. How many times have they done that before? They are so in sync. My parents don't even move together like that. And they've been married 20 years. I've never seen anything like that.

Quinn peaks over the paper at the two girls now sitting across from her. Brittany sees her and smiles up at her in between spoonfuls. She smiles back. Santana though is oblivious or doesn't care. She just sits there looking down at her breakfast as she shovels spoonful after spoonful into her mouth.

Brittany nudges Santana with her elbow when Quinn's eyes shift to Santana. The brunette looks over at Brittany annoyed that she is interrupting her breakfast. Brittany nods in Quinn's direction and smiles. Santana looks across the table to Quinn and smiles. Quinn returns the smile before raising the paper in front of her face.

Quinn shakes her head back and forth lightly. The paper hiding her actions. Her eyes go wide for a second. Unbelievable. Then she goes back to reading the paper.