Title: Lost Ones
Chapter Two: Will She Accept Me?
"Wait, Santana, on this particular mock case, which side are you taking?", Quinn asked, she had been considering pleading for the defendant but if Santana agreed with her, then she'd be able to make her decision without thinking twice, since they both usually agreed on these debates.
"Quinn, think logically, would a forty year old man be capable of murdering a young woman for money? Yes, anyone is capable of anything. But what makes this all the more interesting is the fact that whether we like it or not, statistically speaking of course, the man's alibi has no holes, it is simply genuine, plus his boss abides by it. His boss, what could his boss possibly gain from this?"
Quinn smiled, it was definitely a benefit that Santana was also planning to major in Political Science, as they both wanted get involved in law later in life. Santana wanted to be a prosector ,whereas, Quinn wanted to be a lawyer.
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"No mom, I'm going to go to New York with my friend. No she's welcomed me. Mom, it's not like I can afford the ticket all the way back to California.. okay, yes I'll take care mom. Love you too", Quinn rubbed her temple. She had just finished convincing her mother to allow her to visit New York with Santana.
Santana laughed at the annoyed expression on Quinn's face.
"Moms worry a lot. There's no need to worry as long as you're with me. I'll protect you. Brooklyn isn't as bad as people claim it to be, if we see a cholo, I'll cut him. I got knives in my hair", she winked at Quinn.
"Come on, I'll show you what clothes to bring", Santana said as she dragged Quinn by the hand, smiling broader when the blonde followed her without letting go of her hand.
They walked into Quinn's dorm, Santana known to be one to make herself comfortable, laid down on Quinn's bed and gestured for Quinn to take her clothing out of the closet.
"Alright, since you're from California, you're probably not used to the cold weather, which is how New York is. You're going to need gloves. Ohh and that one jacket I told you I liked", Santana rambled on. "Thick socks, and boots or snow boots."
Once they were finished, Quinn tiredly lied down next to Santana on the bed. "Scoot over, lazy", Quinn commanded. Santana gladly complied.
Since the bed was in fact a twin bed, they were pressed against each other, in what one would assume was an uncomfortable position, but it was actually the most comfortable position both had been in since they laid on their own beds back home. Santana rolled over and laid a hand over Quinn's stomach as they nestled close to each other. January was a cold month, colder than December, at least in New Haven. It was snowing outside and both girls took comfort in each other's arms. Suddenly, Quinn spoke up. She wanted to ask a question that had been plaguing her mind for months. "San", she called out cautiously, as if to assure Santana hadn't fallen asleep.
"Yeah, Q"
'Q' a simple letter abbreviation of her name. A nickname Santana had placed on her because 'Quinn' was too much of a pain to utter each time. Quinn rolled her eyes fondly at the term. Only Santana would be unorthodox enough to shorten a five letter name.
"Why don't you dorm in the girls section?"
As soon as Quinn finished asking the question, Santana's eyes widened and her body stiffened. Fuck.
"What makes you ask that, Q-Quinn?" she stuttered slightly as her voice wavered.
"Umm just mindless curiosity, Santana.", Quinn answered, although the tension in the atmosphere that her truly innocent question had caused was palpable.
Santana was confident, she was proud of her 'Little San' she just didn't know what direction this conversation would take after she told Quinn the truth. Sure, she made many acquaintances here in New Haven, but Quinn became her best friend in the last months, her confidant. In fact, they both depended on each other for class assignments. Santana had discovered very quickly that they were each others academic half.
She inhaled a deep breath, this was Quinn she was talking about, the girl that took in a stray kitty in her dorm, because it was hurt. One of the seemingly few white people that didn't let social misconceptions hinder their opinion of Santana. That truly saw her as an equal. That didn't let her skin color make her less, in their eyes. Now, If Quinn found out that she was a so called 'freak ' -her mother had told her she was just really special, and that didn't change the fact that she was a beautiful individual. Yolanda convinced her that if her heart was pure, that if she was a genuine and friendly person, what was between her legs wouldn't matter because people wouldn't care about that, all they'd know was that they met a wonderful person and that was that. -she would loose all ties with her. Despite having her mother's words embedded in her memory, it still didn't make it any easier when she told people. Their reactions were always black and white. They would either be repulsed or sympathetic, and frankly, she didn't know which reaction she hated more. But then again there was a group out there dedicated to exterminate so called 'abominations' such as herself, so maybe repulsed and sympathetic wasn't half bad. At least the people she'd told didn't want to murder her. Oh well. She'd have to tell Quinn anyway. If she was going to experience heart ache, the sooner the better, at least that way she'd get over it faster.
"Umm, you know that there are transsexual people out there, right?" It was a rhetorical question, but Quinn nodded none the less, not once did her face change into shock. Being from California, she was exposed to that very often, not to say that California was true to it's stereotype of being accepting. Because that wasn't the case, it was the people that usually-usually, judged less. Besides, every place had bigoted people.
"Well, I'm not transexual, per say. But when transexual people are going through changes, they have their assigned genitals, it isn't until the surgeries are complete that they are classified as one gender because they have their genitals . Be it breasts and a vagina, or a penis. But I am what you call an intersex person"
Quinn still maintained a passive face, not once interrupting or showing signs that she was judging Santana.
Santana carried on, "Meaning I have a penis, allegedly not functional. And well I have breasts, and curves. So although I consider myself a woman, what's below my waist impedes me from dorming with other women. That is only if they know of my condition and agree to live with me. But since I didn't know anyone from here I just abide by these discriminatory rules. At least until I am a junior or senior and gender neutral housing is an option here"
All the while Santana was speaking, Quinn gave the occasional nod and to Santana's immense happiness and relief, she didn't break away from their cuddle.
Quinn turned around in Santana's arms and smiled at her. She knew Santana was nervous. If anything she only admired Santana more now. Quinn lifted her chin and very softly caressed her left cheek. Santana smiled at her, relief evident in her features.
"You don't have to be nervous Santana. You're my best friend, I don't care what you have below your waist, to me you're a beautiful, intelligent, and talented woman".
To the outside world, it would look like an intimate moment as Quinn was caressing Santana's face and Santana had her arm wrapped around Quinn. But Quinn liked to think that it was simply a moment where two people supported each other. Santana assiduously leaned in to Quinn, call it idiotic courage- as people say, there is a fine line between courage and stupidity- and as both sets of eyes trailed down to their lips only to catch their eyes again. The door burst open, in walked Quinn's roommate, Mercedes. At that both girls split up, and looked at the door. "Hey Mercedes", Quinn said sporting a tone that a child that was caught with his hand in the cookie jar would use, her face flushed.
Santana coughed, what the fuck was she about to do? Mess up the only genuine friendship she seemed to have here, that's what. She only hoped that Quinn wouldn't be pissed off.
"Hi Mercedes", Santana smiled at Mercedes, albeit her smile seemed forced.
Mercedes raised her eyebrows and smiled knowingly, "Hey girls, I was thinking that we should go to the R Bar seeing as they don't ask for an I.D"
"Ahh, so we don't have to go through the trouble of making a fake I.D.", Santana said smiling mischievously. "I like the way you think, 'Cedes"
"So I've been told. Are you down, Quinn?", Mercedes asked Quinn with a raise of an eyebrow that provided Quinn's answer for her.
"Yeah, if San's going" Wait, was Quinn going to undermine the moment they just shared?
"I'm down, Q" Santana answered warily.
A/N: Thank you for those lovely reviews! I'm the type of author that writes as they go, in other words, I haven't planned out the ending quite yet. Ironically, this idea has been brewing in my mind for quite some time now, except I didn't have the courage to post it. Jay Brady, yes it is, I actually got my inspiration from it. Remember, in the wise words of a fellow author, 'Reviews equal love'. Until next time... hopefully soon. :)