CHAPTER 2

Santana's POV

The whole first week flew by really fast. It's not like anything fun or new happened. Class and Cheerios and that's about it. It feels like I have nothing to look forward to anymore, other than Coach Sue being on my ass more than usual. I used to be excited to go to Quinn's during the week but since I live there now I'm back to square one.

Sunday morning I feel the full weight of a human fall on me instantly waking me up. I open my eyes to my face being smothered in blonde hair. I use my only free hand, the other being crushed under the weight, to brush away the hair and see Quinn completely lying on top of me with a big grin on her face. With that free hand, I jab it into the sides of her body above her waist knowing it's her tickle spot. She reacts by jerking up, lifting some weight off me, just enough to build some strength to push her off me completely. Quinn falls on the floor only to catch me shortly after. She winces at the sudden loss of air as I land on her and I just laugh. "Okay...enough" Quinn manages to wheeze out with her last remaining breath. I slowly roll off her and stand up, lending a hand to help her up too.

We go downstairs for a quick breakfast before getting dressed for church. Judy made eggs and a lot of bacon for Quinn (fatass) while Russel, Quinn's dad, sat and read the paper. We quickly finish and race for the shower in Quinn's bedroom. Even though I may be the guest in this house nothing comes between Quinn and her hour-long showers. I managed to grab Quinn's ankle and pull her down the stairs, no Quinns were hurt in the process, making just enough time for me to run to her bathroom and lock the door behind me. I, not so quickly, shower and brush my teeth and finally exit the bathroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around my slim body.

Quinn gets up off her bed and walks into the bathroom in a huff pretending to be mad, I give a cheeky smirk as she closed and locks the bathroom door. Meanwhile, I scavenge through my dresses to find one of my planned church outfits. Today I'm going with the white blouse and black jeans with my pair of converse and the leather jacket I wore on the first day here. As I'm doing my makeup and hair, Quinn finally exits the bathroom as I did, in a single towel wrapped around her fit, slim body. I use Quinn's vanity and open a drawer to find all my makeup that I keep here stored away. "Looking hot San," Quinn says as I feel her eyes scan my outfit. As I turn, Quinn has just finished zipping up her cute baby blue dress. "You, on the other hand, look adorable," I say as I walk over and pretend to pinch her cheeks. She swats my hand away and we laugh.

15 minutes pass and it's 9:50 and mass begins at 10:00 so Quinn and I add some finishing touches and we leave the house. Quinn's parents are a part of the church so they have to get there earlier meaning Quinn and I have to drive there ourselves.

In the car Quinn was touching up her lipstick when she asks "You're going to be okay by yourself, right?" I look at her with a crinkle between my eyebrows "What!? you're leaving me alone? Where are you gonna be?" I ask with genuine concern and worry. "Oh I forgot to mention it, I joined the church choir, my bad, sorry San" she apologizes as we pull into the church parking lot. Perfect, I'm being left alone in a church that I've never been to knowing my 'condition', praying to someone I haven't talked to in 10 years and may I add that I'm considered a sin due to my sexuality. Perfect, just perfect.

I don't blame Quinn I just wished that she told me sooner so I could prepare for it. We get out of the car and she gives me an apologetic hug, I could never turn down a Quinn hug so I hug back indicating that what she just mentioned didn't bother me. We walk together until we reach the doors and we go our separate ways. I watch as Quinn joins the band and choir that literally consist of her, Rachel Berry the Broadway wannabe, her boyfriend Finn Hudson and a brunette girl that I don't recognize.

I scan the whole church, it was pretty full having no empty pews. I walk over to the most empty one and sit by a blonde girl around my age, one seat between us. I didn't see her properly because on a daily basis I avoid eye contact with anyone but I managed to look up once or twice and my eyes caught in hers.

Ocean.

Her eyes were as blue as the ocean, I could almost drown in them if I stare at them long enough. I realize what is happening and quickly avert my eyes back to my dirty converses and dig my hands deeper into my leather jacket pockets. Judging by the boy's arm slung around her shoulder she was taken, but a girl can dream.

As mass begun, I just kept slumped in my chair not really paying attention and minding my own business until I feel like as if I'm being watched. I glance over at Quinn, it wasn't her because she was busy rearranging sheet music, I glance over at the priest checking if he's calling me out for not paying attention, then I realize it was closer than I thought. Without making it obvious I used my peripheral vision and identified the culprit of the lurking eyes. The girl next to me looks like she hasn't broken the gaze with me since the accidental eye contact (which was spooky by the way).

I ignore her as I do and finally some song is beginning to be sung. We all rise before we start singing. Quinn and only Quinn know my passion for singing. She is the only one that has ever heard me sing and she knows how much I enjoy doing it. As the band began to play I see Quinn send a quick wink at me before she starts singing.

I join in, with the help of the other churchgoers but I may have gotten too into the song I sang louder than everyone making my voice vivid and clear for everyone to hear, so much for keeping singing a secret. As the song finished, half the church was in awe. I blush as many people turned their gaze towards me. I see Quinn and she signals me to meet her where she is after mass. I just nod and sit back down.

Post-mass, I walk over and I give her a hug. She hugs back and we stand there for a while. I haven't gone that long alone before with my 'condition' let alone doing something that I haven't even done publicly before. Quinn is my safe place and no one can take that title away from her. She knows how much I love her and she's my best friend. We release and she looks me in the eye and says "I'm so proud of you, you know. I know how much you love singing and you did it beautifully" She takes my hand and squeezes it. "Thanks, Q" I whisper and smile.

"Oh, Marley" Quinn gestures to the quiet brunette in the corner. "Marley this is my friend Santana, Santana this is Marley Rose, she goes to Grace Elise" Marley shyly smiles and shakes my hand. "I heard you earlier, when you were singing, you're really good" she compliments not looking up from her shoes. "Thanks, Marley, I heard you too, you're very talented" She lifted her head up and smiled with a little blush. She's adorable and I wasn't lying, she was good.

"I have to say, Santana, your voice is quite powerful, not as much as mine but it's something we may need in this so-called choir we have" Rachel approaches me with a smile that seems too big. "Uhh.. maybe, Wait Rachel, aren't you Jewish?" I question with a sight chuckle. "I will do anything to become known in this town, no matter what the cost, hell I would be a Christmas mall elf if I have to," she says in a serious tone. "Okay…" I turn and hook my arm in Quinns as we leave the church.

"I want you to meet someone," Quinn says, practically dragging me in every which way until I'm pulled into an aggressive halt almost falling over. My eyes are on the ground and I see shoes, one pair of men and one for women. I follow the trail up their bodies to see the owners of the shoes and stop at their faces.