Santana laid back on her bed and laughed. Quinn sat down next to her and looked around the room that hadn't really changed over the four years since the Latina left for college. She picked up the stuffed panda off the bed and held it in her arms.
"Is this going to be weird?" Quinn asked, as Santana turned to look at her.
"No," Santana laughed laying her head in the girls lap. "We're going to be prodded by my mother, and I warn you baby that she's going to ask really awkward questions."
"Like?" Quinn asked nervously.
"She's going to ask us about how me ended up together," Santana explained pulling the blondes lips pressed against hers. "She's ask if I balled up and kissed you first or you kissed me," she kissed her again, "Then she'll ask about our first date," she sucked on the blondes lip, "Then my brother will ask if I was a pimp and slept with you on the first date, then I'll punch him." Quinn laughed and pressed their lips together. "Then my mom will be awkward and then she'll ask me why I haven't brought you home in the three years we've been dating."
"Sounds like a bit of ordeal." Quinn said, wrapping her arms around her. "I think we can handle it though." Santana rolled her eyes before sitting up and stretching. "We should change and head back downstairs."
"Or we could…" Santana exclaimed, hovering over the blonde before she was pushed away. "Not cool." Santana pouted and walked over to her bag and pulled out flannel pants and a thermal. Quinn got off the bed and headed to the room across the hall and changed into leggings and a long sweater. Santana changed and washed her face before walking across the hall and knocking on the door. Quinn opened it, with her face still moist from washing it. She finished drying her face and tied her hair into a braid before they headed down the stairs to face Santana's mom. Maria Lopez was sitting in the living room nursing a cup of tea when the girls reentered the room. She looked up and smiled when she saw them looking all young and fresh-faced.
"Feel better?" Maria asked, as she got up and walked into the open concept kitchen. She poured tea into two mugs and handed them to the girls. "How was your flight in?"
"Good, momma." Santana smiled, "Seattle is nice right now." They reentered the living room and the girls sat on the love seat, Santana curled her legs under her and Quinn just crossed hers; their legs touching lightly. Maria sat on the chair and crossed her legs, watching the girls pointedly. "How's Lima."
"It's good. Quiet like normal." Maria said before taking a sit from her mug. "Sue Sylvester got fired from the news."
"Oh my god really? That's amazing!" Santana exclaimed, trying not to spit out her tea. Quinn smiled as she tried to stifle a giggle. "Mom why didn't you tell me that over the phone?"
"Why didn't you tell me that you were dating Quinn Fabray?" Both girls froze, not knowing weather or not the statement was a joke or not. "I mean I knew you we're roommates your freshman year… but why didn't you tell me that you two had gotten together." Quinn looked at her girlfriend and she shrugged her shoulders. Santana took a breath and slid her hand onto Quinn's knee needing the comfortable touch.
"Mom," Santana sighed, pushing her hair back with her unoccupied hand. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you who I was with. It's not like I lied and said I wasn't with anyone, I just didn't tell you who she was."
"And why is that?" Maria asked.
"I asked her not to." Quinn said, her eyes fixated on the floor. "I was scared because of your connection with my family, that if Santana told you that you'd tell my father… or somehow he'd know even if you didn't." Quinn looked up as Santana squeezed her knee, "You know my father ma'am, he's not warm, not open minded not anything like accepting."
"Then why are you coming now? I mean, just because they don't live her anymore, doesn't mean they won't find out your with my daughter. You two are well known in Lima." Maria exclaimed, as she gazed at Quinn. "Have you thought about telling them?"
"She did." Santana interjected, tangling their hands together. "She did mom. Two months ago." Quinn looked down at their hands, Santana leaned over and pressed her lips to Quinn's temple before pulling away.
"I told them that I was going to be coming home for break, to spend christmas with my girlfriend. That I have been dating her for three years and I love her," Quinn let out a shaky breath before she continued. "My dad got really quiet and mumbled something about god and the west coast before he hung up on me. I called back, and my mother picked up… She said that she was disappointed that I let my father down, my family down. I haven't heard from them since." Maria just got up and gathered the blonde girl in her arms and hugged her tightly.
"Mom, Quinn wasn't fortunate enough to grow up knowing that it was okay to be anything you wanted to be. To love whomever you wanted," Santana said, "So, the first minute I could after the phone call I booked plane tickets home." After a few more minutes of silence, Santana took the blonde from her mom and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend. Maria got up and headed back ion the kitchen, "I love you." Santana whispered in the blondes ear before pressing a kiss to the skin underneath her lobe. Quinn smiled softly and cuddled into the Latina. Maria came back in and handed them a plate of cookies, which made Quinn laugh. She popped one into her mouth and she chewed slowly.
"So, did my daughter make a move on you? Or did you have to hit her over the head?" Maria asked, causing Santana to cough. Quinn smiled broadly putting her cookie down on the table. "What?" She asked looking at her daughter who was cracking up.
"I TOLD YOU!" Santana exclaimed, "I knew you'd ask that!"
"Well?" Maria pressed.
"I had to hit her over the head." Quinn smiled, earning a glare from her lover. "I mean, I knew she liked me… but she didn't want to freak me out since we were sharing a dorm room at the time."
"I totally made a move on you first!" Santana crossed her arms.
"Of course you did, baby." Quinn patronized, kissing the Latina's cheek. "You tried to kiss me when you were drunk at that party. You told me how pretty you thought I was and that you were sad that you didn't like me."
"Did she cry? She gets emotional when she drinks, I can't tell you the amount of times she came home drunk in high school and crawled into my bed sobbing because some girl didn't like her." Maria said, "You just never remember you did it."
"That's why you didn't act shocked when I told you I was gay." Santana clued in. "It all makes sense."
"You're kinda a shit show," Quinn laughed, "But yeah. I asked her out and she was so nervous."
"Okay. That's enough." Santana snapped, trying to protect her image. "We're going to bed." Santana grabbed the blondes hand and they got up and headed to the stairs.
"Separate rooms ladies." Maria yelled as they headed up.