AN: Hey all, here's chapter two. I hope you will enjoy.
Chapter 2:
"Oh my god, Quinn!" Rachel was heard squealing with laughter on the other side of their apartment door, making Santana frown for a moment wondering if it was a good idea to attempt to interrupt the couple.
"Jesus Rachel," Quinn was heard yelping back before laughing like a maniac.
And yes, like most people, Santana took it there when she heard them laughing and giggling behind their front door. Or at least, their voices carried to the front door.
"Dios mio," Santana said before banging on their apartment door, "Hey you two putos, stop it, I can hear you,"
The laughter continued as a loud thump was heard as one of them was heard scrambling for the door.
Rachel opened the door but forgot the chain was still up, "Oh god, hello Santana," Rachel said as she tried not to laugh through the door.
"You know what, I don't want to know, all I do know is that it's Saturday and you and I were actually going to have a day together without the husband tagging along," Santana said in annoyance, "Now hurry up and finish up what you're doing, vamos,"
Rachel laughed at that, "It's not what you think," she said.
"Oh really? 'Oh my god Quinn!', How does that NOT translate to what I think you two are getting up to in there,"
"Because it's not, it was one of those it was funny in the moment things, you see Quinn was..."
"I don't want to know, hurry up woman,"
"Fine, fine," Rachel laughed, "Two minutes,"
Rachel shut the door and unlocked it then reopened the door to let Santana in.
The Latina cautiously walked in but didn't see Quinton anywhere.
"Where'd he go?" she asked.
"Oh he's coming out in a minute, well, after he dies of slight embarrassment," Rachel answered, "Coffee?"
"Nah I'm good,"
"Okay, I'm good," Quinton said as he walked out in his pants and no shirt, "Oh hi Santana,"
"Hello, what's with the no shirt?" Santana asked as she adjusted her glasses.
"My girl likes it,"
"Yes I do," Rachel said as she walked up to Quinton, gave him a hug, and then pecked his lips.
"Ew, love birds," Santana said pretending to gag even though deep inside she thought it was very cute.
"Sorry, alright Sweetie I'm off, pick me up after work tonight?" Rachel asked a she looked at Quinton.
"Actually boy's night tonight," Quinton answered with an almost pained look on your face.
"Oh right, I forgot about that, hope you'll have a good time,"
"I'd rather come home to you, it's much better,"
"Brett's your best friend, sure he doesn't like me very much..."
"His loss,"
"But he misses you, you two hardly hang out and if it wasn't for these monthly catch up you'd close to never see him at all,"
"I left that life, I don't need it back, he just wants me to be that 'rich boy' again,"
"He's your friend and he needs you, so have fun, but not too much,"
"Exactly Quinn," Santana started as she looked at him strongly, "And remember this, I have razor blades stuck up in my hair, you hurt my girl in anyway; and I will find out, I'll end you, the last thing we need is either you getting a missus or having a one night stand, or a 'hello this is your kid,' nine months later,"
"Santana you threaten me with the same thing every single time I have a boy's night of any sort, I know and I wouldn't hurt Rachel in anyway, you know that," Quinton answered.
"Good, because Rachel's my girl, we've been friends since forever,"
"I know,"
"Good,"
"God, why can't you be this fierce when you're working? You're so timid, and quiet, and so, I don't know,"
"Insecure?" Rachel offered as Santana looked at her, "You are Santana, you're a tough girl, you should show that more often, but you're always so timid and quiet, in fact I think the only time I ever see you act as a feisty Latina is when..."
"You're trying to kick my ass just in case I do do something stupid," Quinton finished.
"Well, you know it's just that Rachel's my girl and I care, okay," Santana said as she looked a bit away and slightly embarrassed.
"I know you're used to me, but you'll break out of that shell one day, I know it,"
"Thanks Q, alright Rachel, I hope you're ready because let's go,"
"Okay then," Rachel giggled, "Bye Quinn,"
"Bye," Quinton said as he waved goodbye and then closed the door to the couple's small and modest apartment.
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"Alright dish, I give up, what happened this morning?" Santana asked.
Rachel looked at her, "A lot of things happened this morning,"
"Skip over the sexy times in bed, I don't need to hear about that,"
"I'm assuming you're talking about the time you came banging on our door,"
"Duh,"
"Right, well, Quinn and I, we were, you know, in bed, and then,"
"You said it wasn't what I thought, that's exactly what I thought,"
"Please, we did way before you arrived, three times in fact,"
"EW,"
Rachel just laughed at her friend, "Anyway, after I went for a shower and Quinn was getting stuff ready for work, I had finished and told him he could take the shower, he did, after he was done he thought I was in the kitchen because normally I'm having coffee about that time, but I was in the bedroom grabbing a couple of things for today, he came out dripping wet because he forgot his towel and was completely butt naked, I laughed at him and said 'Oh my god,' he nearly had a heart attack and got embarrassed and ran back into the bathroom forgetting his towel, I had to give it to him, and hence the laughing so hard because he just looked so funny and he was laughing at how I managed to freak him out by just standing there,"
"You're right, one of those funnier in the moment things, why's he so embarrassed? It's not like you haven't seen him naked before,"
"One of those things that he's a bit funny about,"
The girls were currently in Central Park walking around with a cup of coffee and catching up with how their life was going.
Santana eventually went on to tell Rachel about the fun that she had in her classes at college and how a few times she accidentally pricked her thumb with the needle, or the time she left a needle in the dress she had designed and pricked her model's ass my accident.
That eventually turned to talk of the dance classes that she took after her courses because there was a cheaper option close to where she lived and how much she just loved doing it.
Rachel in turn told Santana about how NYADA was going and how there was a chance to act in a new production of Funny Girl, which meant of course the Latina was now gushing and pushing her friend to audition.
"You have to do it, you've always dreamed of becoming Fanny Brice," Santana said.
"I know, but it's hard, I mean no one really hires someone like me, I mean that I'm new to this world and they won't really want to give such a big opportunity to a beginner," Rachel started.
"You won't know unless you try,"
"That's what Quinn told me, anyway, I'll think about it, on to something else, how's the love life?"
"I, I just, I haven't really found anyone, they all ignore me,"
"I'm sorry, I thought you met someone?"
"It's okay, it's just, he was a nice guy but all he cared about was getting me to bed, he didn't care about my art, or my fashion, or anything else about me, I mean yeah I felt special and great when he complimented my work but it's just, it felt like..."
"He was being insincere about it,"
"Well yeah, so I just dumped it, I mean it'd be great to know what the whole thing is like, you know, to have a relationship, and to have, well, um..."
"Sex,"
"Yeah, but I just, I can't really find someone I'm willing to trust that much,"
"I know what you mean, when Quinn and I first started dating I was so cautious about it because you know him and Brett were, how did you describe it? Tight, and they were the popular guys, I mean I thought he was just pulling a prank but as time went on, well, you know the rest,"
"Yeah, I'm still surprised that your Dads were okay with you getting married,"
"Quinton sat down with them seriously before he proposed to me, I actually didn't find out until after he proposed, he told me and Daddy backed him up on it, he said that he sat down with my fathers one day and talked to them about it, he said that he was so sure about who he wanted to spend his life with and that he was well aware of the odds of being a young married couple but that with me it was a risk he was willing to make because he loved me, he told them his plans for his and our future and I think that because he was so into everything and was so meticulous about how things were going to work, Daddy and Dad eventually gave their blessing,"
"How the hell do you guys do it though? You survived the first year and now you're on to the second and you two are still so much in love, it's really sweet,"
"We just take it one day at the time, we communicate, we spend time with each other, I mean we do argue sometimes but we talk it through, Quinn's actually quite a calm guy,"
"Unlike you Miss High Strung,"
"Oh shush, I just take competition seriously, that's all,"
"Well I'm glad he was there to uh, you know, loosen you up,"
"Oh shush," Rachel laughed as she playfully shoved her friend before saying, "I hope you'll find someone soon Santana, you deserve it,"
"Thanks Rach," Santana said quietly as she adjusted her glasses again.
"Pity that you don't like some of Quinn's friends,"
"It's not that I don't like them, it's that I don't like guys who hit on girls when they're married, I mean come on, I hate guys who think it's okay to cheat, fine, looking is all good but if you're going to go ask a girl out and all that crap and you have someone, just no, no, no, no,"
"Some girls do that too you know,"
"I know, but I'm not that interested in dating a girl,"
"True, actually I think it's a pity Brett Pierce never got along with us, you two could have been something?"
"Oh please, to him people like me are the maids, he doesn't care about people like us,"
"He can't be all bad, I mean think about, Quinn was exactly like Brett,"
"No he wasn't, he didn't sleep around, I heard the stories, all those girls kept complaining that he wouldn't stick them, sure he partied and thought he was better than everyone else but at least he changed,"
"That is true,"
The two became quiet for a moment before Rachel asked her friend, "Hey, shall we go to the Natural History Museum? I know you like the place, we can grab lunch on the way and eventually I have to go to work,"
"That would be awesome, they have a new exhibit up and I'd like to see it," Santana said as she helped her friend off the bench.
In the 'Pierce 'em Fitness' CEO Office in downtown New York, Brett was having a fun time of his own with his soon to be ex-secretary Amber.
"You know, if you keep me on this could become a daily occurrence," she said as she gyrated her hips in his lap.
"Well, I'd love to but you know the old man, just leave your number with me and we can keep this going," Brett said as he gave her a wink.
"Oooh," was all she said as she gave him a high pitch giggle.
"BRETT!" his father was heard yelling through his door.
"Oh crap, get dressed," Brett said as he shoved Amber off his lap and pulled up his pants, "Just a sec,"
"You open this damn door,"
"In a minute,"
Brett zoomed to the window to open them as Amber was getting dressed and picked up some files.
"Um, right, Amber, paper work and stuff, just get it done," Brett said as he opened the door to let her out, "Hi Dad, we were just, you know, talking,"
But the older Pierce wasn't having it.
"Don't take me for a fool, I know what you were doing, you're supposed to be helping me do business, take girls in your own time," Brendon Pierce said as he glared at his son.
"Alright, sorry, here are the reports, gym membership is up and it's going steady," Brett said as he gave his Dad some paper work.
Brendon on the other hand slapped his son on the top of the head with the papers.
"Ow," Brett yelped.
"These were reports from last year, check the right one," Brendon said as he crossed his arms.
Brett looked through his desk and stared at the reports, "Oh," he said.
"Yes, oh, gym membership is down, we need a new angle, a new whatever,"
"I'll look into it,"
"And you need a new assistant, so start hiring, someone who will know what they're doing with computers and will get the job done,"
"Fine, I'll hire someone, I'll put an ad in the paper, why the hell do I need an assistant anyway?"
"You're on your way to being a Junior C.E.O. so you need to start doing business plans and having a good schedule, you need an assistant,"
"Fine, I'll put the ad up now, okay,"
"Don't get snarky with me boy,"
"Oh I wouldn't dream of it,"
"Good," his father said as he turned away and slammed the door shut, muttering about his no good money grabbing son.
Brett sighed as he heard Quinton walk through the foyer, "Hello Mr Pierce," Quinton said politely but was ignored by the older Pierce, "Okay, good to see you too, ass,"
"Hey Q, how's life?" Brett asked as he looked at his friend who had walked through the door of his office.
"I'm doing good, had a bit of a funny incident with the wife this morning but that's all sorted and good, and then after that I just worked and then washed up and came here,"
"You looking forward to boy's night? We're going to 'The D Club',"
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, what's wrong with the place?"
"Dude it's a strip club, I can't do that to my girl,"
"Oh c'mon we've gone to the gentlemen's club, clubbing, you name it we went, underage, but hey being the son of a C.E.O., people give lee-way to us, c'mon you were fine with it then,"
"Yeah, in a gentlemen's club or at a club I can politely say buzz off, Strip Club, just no, if we're doing that then I'm going home for the day, I love ya dude but you gotta remember that I'm a married man now and I ain't like my father, I never will be, he didn't know the good thing he had,"
"Can't believe you just let your sister take over the company after your parents divorced, you could have been rich,"
"My sister is like my father, she doesn't like that I married a half Jewish girl, in fact she feels I married beneath the family and that I was an idiot for not going into the family business, her damn loss and I don't care, if she cares more about money than me then screw her, Mom's the same way; she did nothing when my Dad kicked me out she just watched,"
"I know Q,"
"Look, why don't you and I do something before you go to the boy's night out? That way you can hang out with me and then hang out with the rest of the boys,"
Brett just looked at his friend, "How about you and I go golfing?"
"I know you hate that, why don't we go racing? The Indoor Karts is still open," Quinton suggested.
"You know me well bro," Brett said as he stood up and gave his friend a bro fist, "Look I'm sorry, just a bit stressed, I'm only in my second year at college and my Dad's expecting me to be able to understand all this crap, I don't get it, it's so boring,"
"Price of the job really,"
"Tell me about it, apparently I have to hire a new assistant,"
"Really?"
"Yeah,"
"So, what you looking for?"
"I don't know, I'm just put an ad in the paper and that's it,"
"Cool,"
"HEY B," a couple of guys said as they walked into his office.
"Hey guys, you're early?" Brett said as he high-fived the three guys who walked into his office.
"Yo bro, are we going to go tonight to 'The D Club' or is this stick in the mud going to say no," one of Brett's new friends asked pointing at Quinton.
"I said no," Quinton said.
"Dude, c'mon, have some fun,"
"I have fun,"
"You like the poor girls right? Well those girls are poor, hell I know they'd do anything for money, you should come,"
Quinton just gave the guy an angry glare, he didn't like guys like these, sure he did pretend to be like them at one stage but he just couldn't do that anymore. Especially after he started to become friends with Rachel and Santana. Poor or not, those girls were people who had lives and he hated men like these new friends of Brett's who just used and abused and didn't care for the well being of others.
"You mad?" the first guy asked.
"What do you think?" Quinton asked.
"Hey Brett why do you keep hanging out with this loser? He ain't got what we got, he ain't got the money,"
"He's been my friend for years,"
"Yeah, and he's breaking the bro code, bro's before hoe's,"
"Hey, is your wife a hoe?" another asked, "I mean, she's like poor right? How the hell are you two getting through college anyway? She dancing?"
"You call my wife a hoe again and I swear to god I'll end you," Quinton said angrily as his eyes flashed with rage that terrified everyone as he grabbed the second guy by his tie and nearly strangled him, "I may not be a 'rich kid' no more but I can still get information that can end you, trust me, I know how, so you better damn well start respecting my wife, got it?"
"Ye...yeah," the second guy stuttered in fear as Quinton shoved him to the ground.
"Good, then we understand each other, shall we reschedule Brett? Coffee tomorrow after Church?" Quinton asked as he turned and looked at Brett.
"Yeah, sure, sorry bro, boys wanna go out," Brett said awkwardly.
"All good, next time," and with that said, Quinton walked out of the office to go to the diner where Rachel worked.
It wasn't the first time that Quinton had left Brett alone, in fact ever since he had gotten married, the man had become more about standing with his wife and never straying. Brett guessed it had to be because he really loved Rachel and that was all there was to it, Quinton was always the loyal man but if something went against his principals he'd put his foot down about it.
Not that he noticed that happen much between Quinton and Rachel, the two seemed to have a pretty steady relationship going since they had gotten married just after High School before they both started college.
He didn't think they'd last so he supposed there would eventually be an up side to it. It was bad of him to think that way - he knew that; after all when it came to the hard stuff Quinton was always there for him but he couldn't help but wish that Quinton would just end his marriage and become one of the "rich boys" again. Brett himself was an only son and he was used to getting the things he wanted bar that one dream of dancing. Which he still did in secret in his New York penthouse. So when Quinton started to say no to things it really started to irk him.
He looked over at his friends at the bar and he noticed that they at least were having a great time, they were laughing drinking, and they were touching the girls like no tomorrow, but something today seemed to bug him about it all.
"Hey B, where you going?" Markus asked him as he stood up.
"Ah, you know, gotta do some work for the old man, he's a ball buster so, you know," Brett said.
"C'mon, stay longer,"
"Nah, I'm good,"
"Right, catch you next time then?"
"Yeah, sure, sounds good,"
As Brett left the strip club he got into his car and started to drive off as he was thinking about his friend and how his life was going. Yes, many times he'd remember that Quinton wasn't a rich man, but he also knew the guy was happy. How? Was beyond him, but he just was and that bugged him.
It wasn't long before Brett found himself in front of the apartment complex that the Fabray's were living at now. The place was a bit run down, only had basic stuff, he knew that as he had been there once before, but he always looked at the place with some form of disdain as he parked his car and walked up the steps to the front doors and pressed Quinton's apartment number.
"Hello?" Quinton's voice was heard.
"Hey, it's me, B, you busy?" Brett asked.
"No, just me and Rachel, we're in the middle of watching a movie, you wanna come join?"
"You okay with that?"
"Yeah, come on up, Rachel's made pasta, so if you haven't eaten then dude, you're more than welcome,"
"Thanks bro," Brett said as he heard Quinton buzz him in.
When he arrived at the floor he walked up to the front door and knocked on it.
"Welcome to Casa de Fabray," Quinton said as he opened the door.
"Thanks, hey Rachel," Brett said as he walked in.
"Hey Brett, how are you? I thought you were hanging with the boys at 'The D Club'?" Rachel said as she got up and gave Brett a hug.
"Quinn tell you about that?"
"He tells me everything, so, hungry?"
"Yeah, thanks,"
"Don't worry, there is bacon in it, Quinton sure loves his bacon,"
"Most men do," Quinton said with a grin from the couch.
"Lies," Rachel coughed before asking Brett, "Drink?"
"Water's fine," Brett answered, "What are you guys watching?"
"Fifth Element, my turn for the movie, tomorrow it'll be...what are we watching tomorrow?" Quinton asked Rachel.
"It'll be a surprise but I know you'll love it,"
Quinton just gave her a grin as she brought Brett over a drink of water and a plate of pasta.
"Thanks," Brett said, "Where's Lopez?"
"She's at home with her father, poor man's gotten badly ill lately so she's looking for work to help him as well as keep herself in college," Rachel answered.
"I see,"
"You know, she's good at organising and stuff, you could just hire her, you know she works hard," Quinton suggested.
"Well, if she applies for the job, I'll think about it," was all Brett said as Rachel sat back down next to Quinton.
"Cool," was all Quinton said as the three settled down to watch the rest of the movie.
