Thanks for all the reviews. I'm glad you all like the first chapter. This is a pretty short chapter. I'm still trying to figure out how I want this story to go but I thought I'd put up a little more.
I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2- Adjustment
A lot of the ranch hands that her father hired often moved into the guest room. It was a lot easier on the Ranch Hand to live at the farm then in town. Santana was no different and over the weekend Quinn watched as her and Sam moved a lot of her things into the spare room down the hall. She sat in the living room with her head in a book pretending to read but really watching as Santana carried heavy boxes up the stairs.
She had her hair up in a messy bun, tight short shorts that showed off her ass perfectly and another beater that was drenched in sweat. Quinn wasn't checking her out. She wasn't. She just wanted to know how she could make such a plain outfit look so good. It was completely normal for a girl to look at another girls outfit without it being gay. Even if she had been sitting and staring at that outfit for almost two hours.
"Finally finished!" Sam sighed as he and Santana made their way down the stairs. Quinn watched them make their way through the living, her eyes mostly on Santana who was wiping sweat from her temple. They both sat down on the sofa across from the chair Quinn hadn't moved from. Santana's eyes flickered up to her as if she felt her eyes and Quinn quickly looked down at her book.
"I made lemonade. It's in the fridge." She mumbled as she turned the page to her book. She could feel Santana's eyes burning holes through her and if she looked up she'd probably find a smirk going across her lips as well. She felt her cheeks burn with her embarrassment of getting caught staring and ducked her head farther down slightly to hide it.
She didn't like Santana. Not at all. She was festinated with her at best.
"Sweet!" Sam jumped back up from the couch and made his way into the kitchen. "Santana you want a glass?" He asked as he disappeared into the next room.
"Sure." She called and Quinn slowly looked up to Santana only to find a pair of brown eyes on her. She glanced away before looking back to Santana but the other girl's eyes never left her. She was completely unashamed at being caught staring. Quinn sighed because that frustrated the hell out of her.
"What?"
"You were staring first."
Quinn gasped her mouth falling open. She knew it was true she was just in shock that Santana actually called her out on her. She had to be the most blunt person she had ever met. They had only had a few conversations because Santana had only been hired a few days ago and Quinn really tried to avoid her since their first conversation in the Stables but every conversation that they did have Santana was always leaving Quinn speechless and dumb found. She didn't know how she always caught her up.
"No I wasn't." she argued weakly and watched as Santana crossed her legs before chuckling with a small nod of her head. Quinn's eyes narrowed as she stared at Santana. She leaned forward in her chair. "Do you always seem so sure of yourself?" she asked and watched as Santana raised an eyebrow, her head tilting slightly in question. "I mean like are you ways so cocky? Do you always think you're right?"
"I don't know what you mean," Santana shrugged her shoulders. "I was staring because you were staring. Do you always lie to others and yourself?" Santana asked as she leaned forward slightly.
"I-I wasn't." Quinn shook her head and watched as Santana's smirk returned before Sam was walking back into the room.
"Here you are lovely lady." He said with a grin as he handed her the glass. She smiled up at him in thanks and he took the seat next to her. "So will you need help putting anything away?" He asked hopefully and Quinn rolled her eyes as she leaned back in her chair while bring her book back up to her face. Santana took a large sip of her drink before answering.
"No thanks Sammy boy I think I can handle the rest alone. I got some things that I just don't think your teenage boy mind could handle if you saw it so it's probably best if I put my own things away." She said and Quinn's eyes narrowed and she scuffed, both Sam and Santana glanced to her at the sound before looking back to each other.
"I could handle it." He said with a shrug of his shoulders, that goofy grin on his face as he looked down to his glass. "I mean I may still be a teenage but I am a man." Quinn laughed behind her book and so did Santana as she covered her mouth. Sam pouted slightly as he glanced to his little sister before looking back to Santana. "I am!"
The sound of the kitchen door opening and closing signaled the return of their father and they all watched as he walked into the living room area. "Glad to see you all getting along so well." He said as he stopped behind the couch and patted Sam on his shoulder who still appeared to be pouting slightly and looked to Quinn who was still fighting back a small laugh. "What's so funny?"
"Sam was just telling Santana how much of a man he was." Quinn giggled and Santana smiled to her with a shake of her head. Russell chuckled slightly as he patted Sam on the shoulder once more.
"He still needs a bit of work but he's on his way." He said with a nod of his head and looked to Santana. "Don't count him out yet. He'll make a woman real happy one day. Maybe that woman could be you." Quinn's jaw almost hit the ground at her father's words. She stared at him in shock and even Santana looked slightly confused as she looked up at the older man. Sam's entire face turned red as he stared down at his lap, trying to fight back the small smile. "You kids have fun." He went on before making his way up the stairs.
Did her farther really just hint at Sam and Santana getting together? Where in the world was that fair? She wasn't allowed to be with Noah because he was four years older then her but it was okay for Sam to be with Santana when Santana was five years older then him! It didn't make sense to her! "What the hell?" she hissed as she closed her book because it's not like she was reading it anyways. "What the actual hell!?"
"Jesus Jail Bait, what's the matter with you?" Santana asked as her eyebrow came together in confusion. Sam also looked to her confused. Quinn opened her mouth ready to rant an ear off but quickly closed it. They couldn't see it her way. They wouldn't understand. It just wasn't fair. She shook her head instead and made her way to the stairs.
"It's nothing. You wouldn't understand." She mumbled as she disappeared up the stairs. She huffed as she stepped into her room and slammed the door shut behind her. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair before she moved over to the desk and sat down. She pulled out a paper and pin before pulling out the last letter she had gotten from Noah. It had been awhile since the last time she has sent him anything but with Santana around she found her mind occupied a lot.
There was no one better to vent to then Noah. He always understood her and always knew the right thing to say back. She'd tell him all about her father and let him know they had gotten a new ranch hand who was ruder then all of old ranch hands put together and younger. He'd probably just laugh at her small problems and she fought back the smile that wanted to come to her lips as the thought of his laugh. She picked up her pin and began to write.
She finished her letter and sighed as she sealed it up and slipped it into her dressers to mail tomorrow. She looked to the clock while fighting back a yawn. She grabbed fresh night clothes before getting a towel and making her way down the hall. Her parents were probably already sleeping because they were always in bed early. She rolled her eyes at the thought of her parents while pushing the bathroom door open.
She froze in her steps as Santana stepped out of the shower while wrapping a towel around herself. Quinn quickly slapped her hands into her eyes while turning away. "I'm so sorry!" She felt her cheeks turning red. She hadn't seen anything but wet tan thighs and wet hair but it still had her flushed and embarrassed. She heard Santana chuckle and slowly peeked between her fingers to find the older girl standing in front of the mirror while putting toothpaste on her tooth brush, completely comfortable in her lack of clothing.
"Mother never taught you how to knock before entering?" She asked before shoving her toothbrush into her mouth and looking to Quinn in the mirror.
"And I guess you're too stupid to know how to lock a door." She shot back and watched as Santana smirked around her brush. Quinn's eyes narrowed as she eyed her quickly. Santana's skin was damp with water still, her wet dark hair following down her back. Quinn took in how smooth her skin looked and how her muscles rippled underneath them. Santana looked to be made from gold except for the scaring that went around her left shoulder. It looked like a very old wound as the scars were faded.
"You do a lot of staring Jail Bait. I know I'm hot but try not to drool." Santana said with a chuckle before she spit in the sink. Quinn rolled her eyes as she moved to stand next to her. She picked up her toothbrush and put paste on it.
"I was just looking at your shoulder. I wasn't checking you out or anything." She mumbled before putting her brush in her mouth. She watched as Santana frowned slightly but kept her eyes down as she rinsed her brush. She rinsed her mouth and began to apply her night cream to her face. "What happened to it?" Quinn asked after spitting.
"I'll tell you about it." Santana said with a shrug of her shoulders as she cleaned up her things before she looked over to Quinn and a smirk came to her lips. "If you tell me what your episode downstairs was about." She said while turning full towards her. Quinn frowned herself before she glanced to Santana and shook her head.
"Like I said before you wouldn't understand." She mumbled with a shake of her head.
"Yeah cause I'm sure your teenage problems are too much for me to handle." Santana snorted before making her way towards the door. Quinn rolled her eyes while shaking her head and putting her toothbrush away. "Have a goodnight Jail Bait." She called over her shoulder. Quinn watched her go before stepping over and slamming the door shut behind her.
She sighed before she took her clothes off and jumped into the much needed shower. Showers always helped her to relax and just get her mind off of things like how Santana looked in that towel. That was the last thing she wanted to think about. Once she was done showering and feeling relaxed with all thoughts of Santana off her mind she got out. She finished dressing and combed her hair before heading to bed.
Tomorrow was another day with their new ranch hand.
"Quinn!" Sam shouted as he busted into her room. "Wake up! Breakfast is ready."
Quinn groaned softly before she climbed out of the bed. She ran her fingers through her hair before she grabbed her letter and shoved it in the back of her night pants before making her way out the room. She jogged down the stairs as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She yawned and took her usual seat at the table. "Morning honey." Her mother said from the stove.
"Morning."
"Morning Quinn." She looked up to find Santana sitting across from her, plate already empty with a mug of coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other. She was fully dressed without a hint of sleep on her face. It looked like she had been up for hours already and she probably had been. She was smiling at Quinn and Quinn's eyes only narrowed in returning. Sam was sitting next to her, shoving food in his mouth as fast as possible.
"Morning." She mumbled back before she stood up from the table. She grabbed a glass and poured herself some orange juice.
"Well I should get to work. Thank you for breakfast Mrs. Fabray." Santana said politely as she stood from the table.
"Your very welcome Santana and please call me Judy." She said as she looked to her with a smile that Santana returned. Quinn rolled her eyes before she looked over to Sam who was eating even faster while slowly standing up at the same time. Santana placed her plate in the sink before disappearing out the house.
"Slow down Sam what's wrong with you?" Quinn asked as her mother handed her, her plate.
"Can't let Santana get too far ahead of me." He said with a grin as he quickly put his plate in the sink and dashed out the door after Santana. Quinn shook her head with a roll of her eyes before turning back to her food. Her mother sat down at the head of the table and they ate in mostly silence. Her mother and her didn't talk much since her thing with Noah last summer. They just weren't as close as they use to be.
"Quinn I really want you to be nice to this girl. Santana seems to be one of the best ranch hands your father as seen in years." She broke the silence but never looked up from her plate. Quinn frowned as she looked up at her mother. "And who knows maybe you can be friends. She's a little older then you but that's okay. You and Frannie was really close growing up with the large age difference. It'll be the same. I'm sure there is a lot a hard working girl like that can teach you."
Quinn sighed as she put her fork down. "It won't be the same mother. Santana isn't my big sister. She's a stranger and as of now I don't really like her so I don't see us being friends any time soon." She rose to her feet and picked up her plate, scraping it before starting the dishes. Her mother sighed heavily from the table.
"Okay so you don't have to be friends with her Quinn but for your father please be nice." She could hear the frustration in her mothers tone and she rolled her eyes.
"Sure Mother."
Her mother finished eating and she finished the dishes in silence before she started the walk to their mailbox in the front of the farm. She played with the letter in her hand the entire way there. She looked over it once she reached the mail box before placing a small kiss on the seal and dropping it inside. She sighed before she turned and made her way back to the farm.
Sam and Santana was herding the sheep when she got back, on their horses with their cowboy hats on. She squinted her eyes as she tried to get a look at Santana through the glare of the sun. She placed her hand above her eyes like a visor as she looked across the field. It helped and she was surprised to find Santana already looking in her direction.
She felt her cheeks flush slightly as Santana smirked and tipped her hat to her. She huffed at her cheeks as she felt them flush and she looked away from the older girl. How was she always caught looking? She jogged up the stairs of the porch and into the house. She finished cleaning up the kitchen before making her way up to her room where she fought the urge to look out the window and watch Santana work.
Well I hope you guys liked it and if not still stick with it. It'll get better and more interesting I promise! Sorry for any mistakes!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Years!
