Chapter Two

"Does she know you're my baby momma?"

"OK firstly, I am not your 'baby momma'."

"Wow, hurtful."

"Puck."

"Quinn."

"This is boring, are you going to talk to me or not?"

"I asked you a question."

"Yes, she knows about our daughter, now will you talk to me?"

"Of course," Puck grins, winking at Quinn quickly before crossing his legs, "what do you want from the Puckasaurus?"

"I need to know how to bring it all up to Santana."

"How am I supposed to help you with that? That's girl stuff, I'm only good with the boy, girl stuff."

"You know Santana the best, apart from me and Brittany and since I don't know how to approach her, I thought maybe you could help me?"

"You've just answered your own question," he grinned, crossing his arms over his chest, a smug look playing on his face.

"What?"

"You should try getting Brittany on your side, then she'll never let you down."

"This isn't about getting Santana's approval, she'd be hypocritical to not approve. This is about, the other stuff."

"So this is about sex?" Puck's eyebrows dance around his forehead as Quinn just shakes her head, "I can help you with that."

"No, not just sex you big perv. I've never dated girls before, well not really, I just want to know what to do, what to say. I really like this one."

"I didn't think Quinn Fabray would admit to not knowing what to do."

"Screw you Puck," Quickly standing up, Quinn turned from the table before being shouted back.

"Come on, Fabray, don't be a prude."

"You are so annoying, Puck," Quinn snaps, "I only wanted a talk about stuff and you have to go straight to Beth then to sex. You're just all about you."

"Wow, calm down."

"Right, I'm sorry," she sighs and sits back down on the chair before Puck, "so you think I should talk to Brittany?"

…

"Quinn you seem happy," Brittany's hair was down, just like she'd had it when she wasn't in the Cheerios. Quinn thinks she looks prettier that way, a lot more like care free Brittany should look. Her floral t shirt is long enough that it hangs over her black leggins.

"I am happy," Quinn smiles, stroking Lord Tubbington softly, "when is Santana coming over?"

"She'll be here soon, she just needed to get changed before coming here," Brittany smiles back to Quinn before sitting down next to her on the bed, "so not that I don't totally love having you here but why are you here?"

"I wanted to talk to you about something actually, it's a bit weird. No, not weird, it's just different and new and different."

"You said different twice, Quinn," Brittany giggles, picking up Lord Tubbington, "that usually means you're worried about something, what's up?"

"I'm dating someone. Kind of, kind of dating. Well I think it's dating."

"What kind of dates?"

"Dinner a couple of times, we play tennis together sometimes, that's how we met actually. And I took her to the cinema last night," Brittany's head snaps up to look to Quinn.

"Her?" her eyebrows knit together and Quinn sighs in defeat, rolling her head around; she didn't mean to give the gender away at first.

"Yeah," she scratches the back of her head and looks to Brittany who is clearly beaming with joy, "calm down, Britt." Quinn laughs.

"No this is brilliant! Oh god I told Santana you liked girls, I knew it! But I thought you liked Rachel, maybe not," Or maybe so, Quinn thinks to herself, But not anymore, "Wait 'til you tell Santana she's gonna love me."

"She already loves you, Britt," they both grin to each other.

"Who is she then?"

"She's called Spencer," Quinn smiles, playing with her phone in her lap.

"What's she like?" Brittany crosses her legs and smiles broadly to the other blonde, keen to know more about Spencer.

"She's smart, funny, gorgeous."

"So she's you?" Brittany laughs, "I'm glad you've found someone you really like, Quinn."

"Me too, but I wanted to ask you about Santana."

"You can't have Santana," Brittany sits up and a serious expression comes onto her face, "listen, it's great that you like girls and you can have this Spencer girl but Santana is mine."

"I don't want Santana, Britt."

"Why? What's wrong with Santana, she's lovely!"

Quinn begins to laugh at Brittany's protective nature, Santana needs someone like that, someone to want and love her, "No, I didn't mean- I mean, I want to ask you how Santana will take all of this," she smiles to Brittany as she can see her trying to process the statement.

"She loves you, Q, she accepts who you are. I don't understand, do you think she'd not like it? She's gay too, why would he have a problem? This is really confusing."

"Who said I was gay?" Quinn laughs and winks to Brittany.

"I know these things," she sticks her tongue out to Quinn and rolls over on the bed, "and Santana will be fine, I really don't know what you're worrying about."

The pair lie on the bed for a few minutes, Brittany thinking about Santana and Quinn about Spencer. She was going to pick her up at six and they were going to go for a drive, that was the plan and now all the people who matter know (bar Santana), she should be a lot calmer.

But she isn't.

Her palms are sweating and her mind whirring, she keeps thinking Spencer is going to text to cancel, that them dating is too good to be true. Because it must be, mustn't it? Not only had she finally found someone she liked, their fathers were also friends.

In many ways that just made things even worse.

Well, not worse, just more scary. Quinn doesn't like scary, that's why she clung onto Finn for so damn long. He was nothing if not timid.

"Santana's here," Brittany says after what seems like an hour or two, Quinn rubs her eyes for some reason, realises she feels tired. As Brittany bounds down the stairs to let the Latina in, Quinn begins to pace around Brittany's room.

"So Fabray," Quinn turns around to see Santana smirking at her, "Britt says you want to tell me something."

"Yeah," she laughs wondering how to come out with it. Deciding that quickly would be easier she just said, "I'm gay." Like a band aid right?

"Wow, you were right," Santana laughs, looking to Brittany, "that's, uh, great? I don't know what you want me to say here Q."

"I don't know what I want you to say either," Quinn scrunches her face as she laughs.

"She has a girlfriend too!" Brittany laughs, jumping up and down a little.

"She's not my girlfriend, Britt."

"But she's going to be," she sticks out her tongue again, earning a laugh from Santana.

"I don't know that yet."

"Yes you do, now go on your date,"

"I never said I was going on a date," Quinn looks confused to Brittany who just shrugs.

"You don't dress up like that to come and tell your friends you're gay. Go on, I'm not stupid," Brittany smiles at her friend, she was right, she wasn't stupid at all.

"Besides, I want to get my mack on."

"Always the charmer, eh Santana?" Quinn mocks, walking towards the door. The butterflies in her stomach were beginning to grow the closer she got to leaving the safety of Brittany's house.

"You know it, Fabray."

"I love you two," Quinn nods, smiling at the pair she called her best friends.

"We love you too, Q," Brittany throws her arms around the other blonde and kisses her cheek.

"Yeah, we do," laughs Santana, grabbing Brittany's hand as she returns to her side, "but we love you better when you're leaving."

"Gee, thanks Santana."

"Yeah, whatever Fabray."

Santana likes the tough girl attitude, but Quinn knows that controlling that is harder around Brittany, it's why she wants her out of the house quickly. It's cute really, that someone can have that affect on someone else.

What the hell was she saying? This is Santana Lopez. Well, maybe the whole dating thing was getting to her romantic side.

Fucking hell, Spencer, what have you done to me?