A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long. After Quinntana Week, I had a lot to deal with. Then I went to Texas, got sick, and now I'm in the middle of moving, so I'm doing my best. Just know that I love you, my little darlings.

Can I just say WOW! Thank you so much for all of the amazing feedback! It motivates me so much and makes me care for all of you that much more!

This chapter has Santana! It took me awhile to get it right, and I really hope I did these interactions justice. All mistakes are mine since I haven't heard from my boy Crabapplekid89.

Some people have asked about the graphic detail of the pregnancy, and I want to say, no, I have not been pregnant, but my mom has, so I asked her about everything.

A lot of you have also asked me to continue Just A Taste. The answer is yes. I will continue that and it will turn into a multichapter fic as soon as I finish Dark Running which will be very soon.

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Poll: Brittany leads, I think.

Disclaimer: Yerp, totes own Glee, and every other tv show on the planet. And I own Earth. It's mine now.


Chapter 3: Being Quinn


July 21st, Quinn looks into the mirror, peeling the small bandage off of her nose. "What do you think?" she asks, after a few seconds of silence.

Her sister, who is standing behind her, tilts her head to the side and sighs, "I hate to admit it, but it looks really good, Quinn. I'm surprised it's healed so quickly since you got it on the tenth of June."

The newly blonde haired girl smiles and hugs her sister, hissing in slight pain. "It's still a little sore, though."

Her phone vibrates and she unlocks it to reveal a message from Liz. 'How's it look?'

Quinn quickly takes a selfie and sends it to her second mom, which is what she's been calling Liz lately.

She gets back a smiley face, but just then the bedroom door swings open, and in comes Russell and Judy Fabray. The moment they catch the glimpse at Quinn, the room is filled with: "Oh you're so pretty!" "Your blonde hair really fits you!" "Aren't you happier with your new body?" And Quinn's personal favorite, "Now I can finally be proud of you."


August 10th, the day before Quinn starts high school, she spends in the guest room turned into nursery. She stares at the child she's made and gently picks her up, supporting her head. "Hey, baby, I love you so much no matter how you were made. You're gonna grow up and be such a strong girl, cause that's how I'll raise you, no matter what your granddad says, I'll raise you." Quinn slowly rocks Beth back and forth. "Your Aunt Frannie will help too, and so will Aunt Liz. They both love you so much, and we won't let anything happen to you."

When Quinn hears a thump at the door, she jumps and slowly spins around to see her sister standing at the door. Frannie approaches Quinn and the baby and puts her arm around Quinn. "That's right," she looks at Beth, "we won't let anything happen to you." She looks at Quinn. "I promise."

It was then that Quinn notices the finger shaped bruise on her big sister's arm.


The first day of school, Quinn goes through her itinerary, making sure to pump her breasts for the breast milk that Beth needs to drink to stay nourished. After she's finished pumping, she switches her bras around and inserts nursing pads so she doesn't leak at school, and then packs extra ones just in case. Then she dresses in a blue skirt, pink tank top, and a white open sweater long enough to hide the scar on her stomach from 'the situation' if the tank top rides up.

She heads downstairs to see her mom cooking breakfast and she immediately dives for the bacon, reasoning that she'll run an extra mile after school. Frannie is already sitting at the table when Quinn sits down to start on her bacon, leaving the eggs for last. She looks over at her sister and notices that she's wincing every time she moves her arm to eat her breakfast.

"Hey, Fran?" Quinn asks quietly enough to where her mom won't hear. Fran looks over at her. "You okay?" The smaller blonde's eyes dart down to her sister's right arm, and then back at her.

"Yeah, I'll talk to you in the car."

Right after breakfast, Quinn grabs her school schedule and backpack, and heads out to the car, Frannie following suit.

As soon as the two girls are in the car, Quinn speaks up, "What happened?"

Frannie twists her body around, looking out of the back window so she can back out of the drive way. "Dad and I had a disagreement."

"On what?"

"Uh, it wasn't really a big deal. He hasn't done anything to you, right?"

"Not in a long time, no."

"Good."


The girls get to school early, which gives Quinn enough time to make it to the Cheerios signup sheet without standing in the long lines. She quickly signs 'Quinn Fabray', and quickly heads off so she can make it to her classes early enough to talk to her teachers.

Before she can even take two steps, she runs right into someone and books and bodies go flying.

"Fuck! Watch where you're going, Blondie!" the girl growls from her position on the ground. Quinn is already up and brushing off her clothes when she looks at the girl and pauses. The girl has raven black hair that flows past her shoulders, with smoldering chocolate brown eyes and a pair of really pouty lips. Her eyes trail down and she notices the olive colored skin and obscenely skinny pants. This girls has Queen Bitch written all over her. "Hell-oo? Earth to brick-fucking-wall, a little help would be appreciated."

All at once Quinn snaps out of it, and her walls immediately go up. "I didn't break your legs, you can get up yourself." Quinn mentally high fives herself for keeping her voice steady as she bends down to pick up her fallen books. The girl huffs and picks herself and her books up. As soon as the two girls have gotten themselves under control, Quinn finally sees the other girl's smirk. "Can I help you with something?"

"You don't take shit from people, do you?" Quinn scoffs and heads to push past the other girl, but she blocks her way. "See? Like that." Quinn crosses her arms, keeping her books in check. "I'm Santana."

"That's nice." Quinn once again tries to brush past the girl known as Santana, but again, no luck.

"You seem alright. I guess I'll see you on the field." Quinn arches one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Santana just reaches past Quinn and signs her name on the signup sheet. "See you later," Santana squints at the form, "Quinn." And then she's gone.

What a bitch, Quinn thinks to herself.


After Quinn has talked to all of her teachers, making them call her Quinn, and not Lucy, she heads to her first class, Spanish. She sits in the back, and halfway through the lesson, she's rolling her eyes at the stupidity of the Spanish teacher, well, he shouldn't even be a Spanish teacher since he can't even speak Spanish correctly. The bell rings and she's out before the bell finishes.

Next class, Geometry. She silently watches the kids sit down, sizing them up mentally. As roll is being called, she hears the name 'Rachel' and almost jumps out of her seat. Her eyes scan the room to find a hand, and she's successful when she finds a fully extended arm leading to a nerdy looking girl. Quinn smirks to herself, the perfect redemption. All through class, Quinn is thinking of ways to climb the social latter using the Rachel girl as a foot hold. As soon as the bell rings, she takes extra time packing up her backpack just to wait for Rachel to head to the door. As soon as the girl is close enough, Quinn moves her pack slightly out and the girl trips and falls onto the ground.

Quinn's first instinct is to say 'I'm so sorry,' but she pushes the instinct away and picks up her pack, leaving the girl alone to pick herself up.

After a couple more classes, lunch rolls around and Quinn walks into the cafeteria with her head held high, looking for the right social table to sit at. She notices a table with a couple of boys wearing football jerseys and at the same table, the Santana girl is talking to a boy with a mohawk. Smirking, she makes her way to the table and sits down between the mohawk boy and a doofy looking boy.

The table quiets down and stares at her. She raises an eyebrow and looks each of them in the eye, including Santana.

"That's the girl that doesn't take any shit," Santana says to the rest of the group.

"Didn't you trip Rachel Berry in Geometry?" Mohawk asks her. She nods. "Nice!" She smirks and starts on her lunch. "I'm Puck," the boy says with what she thinks is a cocky smirk.

"Good for you," she mutters. He's so not the right guy for her to use for a foothold.

"I'm Finn, the quarterback" Her ears perk up at the last word and she looks on her other side and sees that the doofy boy has a cute teddy bear quality to him and she focus her energy on him, finding him as the perfect foothold.

"I'm Quinn, soon to be cheerio," she replies.


Right after school, Quinn makes her way to the football field. The first thing she sees is the long line of girls and then she looks to the other side of the field and sees the football team, if you could even call it that. A large man drove circles around the football team in a golf cart, and then the team scrambled to get into position. As far as Quinn knows, the football team isn't really the star sport of the school, the Cheerios already have that spot, and already having won three national championships due to the eccentric coach McKinley has.

Quinn lines up with the girls and takes a look at her surroundings. The blonde sees the Santana girl from earlier a couple of places down the line, and then she feels a body brush against her. She turns her head to see another blonde haired girl with blue eyes struggling to get her shoe on.

"Am I late? Lord Tubbington got into a gang fight," the girl says as she finishes putting on her shoes.

Quinn giggles at the girl's personality. "Lord Tubbington?"

"Yeah, my cat. He fell off the wagon again." The taller blonde reaches for Quinn's hand. "Hi, I'm Brittany, the coolest unicorn ever."

Quinn laughs and takes a hold of Brittany's hand. "I'm Quinn."

Brittany is about to say something else, but a booming voice enhanced by a large megaphone interrupts whatever she was about to say. "All right you poor excuses for mammals, I want you running laps!" None of the girls moved. "Did I stutter? I said RUN!" All of the girls jumped up and started on the track. "Last twelve girls still standing gets the spot on the team!"

One by one girls started tripping or stopping from their legs getting so tired, and Quinn silently thanked her sister for making her build cardio first. She kept up a steady pace and stayed near the front, running along the side of Brittany. The other girl was barely breaking and sweat, and then Santana appeared next to Quinn.

"What a bunch of babies," the Latina said throwing her head in the direction of the retreating girls. As hard as Quinn tries, she can't help but burst out in laughter as she watches girls slowly give up.

Soon after, she looks around and she sees that she, Santana, and Brittany are in the lead with nine other girls behind them, and the three leaders aren't even breaking a sweat.

"Okay, you weaklings, get over here and line up!" Sue says from the sidelines. The three girls trot over there lining up with the other girls. "Now, you nine get out of my sight and come back tomorrow." The nine girls run towards the locker rooms to change. "You three." Quinn, Brittany, and Santana give Sue their full attention. "Captain try-outs are tomorrow. Best cartwheel, best backflip, best handspring; front and back, most flexible, and most balanced. Now, get out." The girls nod, but Quinn's demeanor slightly changes as Sue turns around and heads to her own car.

"Well, I gotta go hold an intervention for Lord Tubbington. See you tomorrow! Bye!" Brittany hugs each girl goodbye and flounces away towards the parking lot where her mom is waiting.

"Lord Tubbington?" Santana asks from Quinn's right side.

Quinn smiles slightly at the memory of Brittany's first words. "Her cat."

Santana and Quinn walk towards the locker rooms together and they find that they are the only ones there. "So, why did you look all defeated after Sylvester mentioned the captain thing? Seems like a good thing to me."

Quinn scratches the back of her neck as she opens her locker. "Uh, I can't really do a cartwheel."

Santana lets out a loud laugh. "Are you shitting me?" Quinn shakes her head, and her mouth slowly forms a scowl. "Okay, well let's see what you got."

Quinn rolls her eyes and gets set up. Her cartwheel looked more like Smeagol from Lord of the Rings jumping around, and in the midst of her failed cartwheel, she managed to knock Santana on the floor which left them both in laughter in the floor. Quinn scrambles to get up and she makes in to the bathroom stall just in time, still laughing as she plops down on the toilet seat. Santana can be heard slamming her own stall door and laughing as well.

"Oh my god, you suck!" Santana screams from her stall

"I know!" was Quinn's response.

Finally, the girls settle down and walk back to their lockers to change. "I really need to make captain though. God, what am I gonna do?" Quinn mutters as she pulls off her t-shirt to switch into her normal clothes.

"Why do you need captain so bad?" Santana asks as she exchanges one long sleeved shirt for another while Quinn had her own shirt over her face.

Quinn reaches for her new shirt in her locker not paying attention to Santana. "My dad will kill me if I don't get it." Quinn almost believes herself as she says it.

As Quinn gets her shirt, Santana notices a long scar along her abdomen. "What's that?" Santana goes to touch it, but Quinn flinches away as if she's been burned. "How'd you get that?"

"Nothing, I dunno," Quinn says, pulling on her shirt and then pulling off her shorts to switch them.

Santana notices the castle walls that go back up on her new…Friend-ish person? So she decides to extend a hand. "Well, I could help you with the cartwheel, if you want?"

Quinn stops in her tracks, peeking over her stone-like walls. "Why?"

"I don't believe in encouraging death," Santana smirks as she closes her locker and then leans against it.

The corners of Quinn's lips go up slightly in a small smile and she nods. "Okay." The blonde pulls out her cell phone. "What's your number?"

Santana takes her phone and enters her number, then calls herself. "There. I'll see you later today to help you out." Quinn nods, and shuts her locker, and they both head out of the locker room and too the parking lot where Quinn's sister is already waiting. She notices that there isn't anyone else in the parking lot, so Quinn asks, "Do you want a ride?"

Santana shakes her head and slides her hands into her pockets. "Nah, I'll walk."

"If you're sure..." Quinn says and opens the door. "See you later." Santana waves and Quinn gets into the car.

Frannie starts to navigate the car out of the parking lot. "Who's that?"

"Santana. She's a new friend."

"Well that's good," Frannie says with a big smile on her face. "Are we working out today?"

Quinn laughs. "Not with the run I just had to do. Plus, I have to meet Santana later, she's going to help me with cartwheels."

Frannie laughs. "Has she seen your attemps?"

"Yes! She's still gonna help." Quinn fake-pouts at her sister as they pull up into the driveway of the house.

"Hey." Frannie grabs Quinn's arm as she tries to get out of the car. "Do you want me to drive you there now, so you don't have to spend too much time inside?"

Quinn looks back and forth from her sister to the house. "Let me just go tell them where I'm going." The blonde gets out and heads up the steps to the door. "Mom? Dad?" The two adults peek their heads into the front foyer. "Uhm, there's a cheerleader that wants to help me with my cartwheels, because I got nominated for captain. So, Fran was gonna drive me there."

A giant grin makes its way onto Russell's face. "Captain?" Quinn nods. "Well, go! Practice your cartwheels!"

Quinn nods and walks out, pulling her phone out of her pocket. She selects Santana's name and types out a quick message.

Quinn: 'Hey, can I come over now instead of later?'

Quinn gets into the car and Frannie pulls out of the driveway, and then parks down the street as they wait for a reply.

Santana: 'Uh, yeah sure. Here's the address.'

Frannie and Quinn make their way to the street address Santana sent, and in no time, they are pulling up to a really nice looking house, and they both see Santana walking out with a hoodie and sweatpants. Quinn gets out with her book bag and makes her way to her new friend.

"I probably should have taken the offered ride since you came here anyway," Santana laughs as Frannie pulls away and heads back to the Fabray household.

"Yeah, haha," Quinn laughs dismissively.

Santana shrugs it off and heads towards the gate that leads to her backyard with Quinn following closely behind. "Okay, well you can put your stuff on the porch and I'm going to go change into something more suitable for cartwheels. Do you need something too?"

Quinn nods. "Yeah, I'll just come with you."

Santana stammers, "O-okay, sure."

They both head up to the room, Santana climbs the stairs two at a time and gets to her room first. Quinn walks in to see her rifling through her drawers for something to wear. "Here, I have some shorts and under armor for us." She hands Quinn black shorts and a white short sleeved shirt, while she takes white shorts and a navy blue long sleeved shirt.

Quinn hold up the clothes. "Thanks, I'll just go change in the bathroom." The Latina figures it is because of the scar.

"No! I mean, I'll change in the bathroom, you can change here." She walks into the bathroom and closes the door.

When Quinn is finished changing, Santana is still in the bathroom. The blonde is about to ask her about it, but Santana shouts, "One sec, I just have to do something. I'll meet you outside."

"Okay!" Quinn shouts back and she heads out of the room and out the back door.

About five minutes later, Santana emerges from the house. "Sorry. Okay, so here's what we are gonna do; I want you to do a couple handstands and I'll hold your legs up so you can get used to the feeling of being upside down, and then I'll push your legs to the side and you'll practice landing. After that, you're going to do a cartwheel land I'll hold your legs. It's like riding a bike."

Quinn nods and gets into a handstand with Santana holding her legs for about two minutes and then letting her come back down. They do that a few more times and Santana pushes her legs to the side, alternating left and right.

"Here, let me show you how I want you to do your legs." Santana puts her hands up and does a perfect cartwheel with her legs straight. "Got it?"

"Yeah, I think so." Quinn goes to do a cartwheel and Santana guides her legs.

"That was so much better. Do it again."

Quinn does it again and Santana reaches for her legs, but Quinn accidentally kicks her arm. "Ow! Fuck!" Santana screams.

Quinn lands and turns toward her friend. "Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry, are you okay? Let me see."

"What? No, I'm fine. Let's do it again."

"Are you sure?"

Santana rubs her arm. "Yeah, it's fine." Quinn does it again and Santana barely has to guide her. Soon, Santana doesn't have to touch her legs at all. "There! Do a couple more and you'll be okay for the contest tomorrow." After about ten minutes, they call it a day, and Quinn pulls her phone out to call her sister. "If I didn't know any better, I would say that you're just using me for cartwheels."

Quinn laughs and puts her phone away. "Alright, well we can do homework. I brought my bag."

Santana laughs. "Homework?"

"Well if I don't do it, my dad-"

"Your dad will kill you, got it. Okay let's go to my room then."

Quinn grabs her bag and they head back up to the Latina's room. Soon, they have a bunch of papers spread out on the bed and textbooks are open.

"How do you balance this equation?" Santana asks, showing Quinn her worksheet.

Quinn studies the chemical reactions and fills in the numbers. "You just have to make sure that the elements on this side, equal the elements on that side."

"Ohhhh, makes sense. And what's a covalent bond?"

Quinn laughs, remembering a quote from a movie she and her sister snuck into the house to watch. "A covalent bond-" Quinn's phone rings and she checks the caller ID. "One sec." Santana nods.

Quinn presses the answer button. "Hey, mom."

Liz laughs on the other end. "Oh, I'm 'mom' now?"

Quinn smiles, "Well, you act like it more than she does."

"How was your first day?"

Quinn lays back on the bed and tells Liz about how she bumped into Santana and how they are friend, and Santana helped her do a cartwheel for the captain competition.

"She sounds really nice. When does mommy get to meet her?"

Quinn laughs so loud, she scares Santana off the bed. "Oh, crap." Quinn peeks over the side of the bed and she see her friend rubbing her butt. "Sorry…"

Santana glares. "That is, like, the third time today you have put me on my ass."

Quinn narrows her eyes playfully. "And don't you forget it."

"Quinn?" Liz says through the phone.

"Oh right!" Quinn looks at Santana again. "My mom wants to meet you."

"Uh, okay. When?"

"I dunno." Quinn holds the phone back up. "When?"

"How about Saturday, when you and your sister visit?" Liz responds.

Quinn lowers the phone. "Saturday? You'll meet my sister too."

"Okay."

"She said 'yes'." Quinn says into the phone.

"Yay!" Liz half screams. "See you Saturday!"

Quinn smiles. "Yeah I'll see you then, and I'll talk to you tomorrow." Quinn hangs up and resumes her homework.

Santana looks at Quinn for the longest time before saying, "What just happened?"

Quinn smiles. "You, me, and my sister are going to see my friend Liz on Saturday."

"So, she's not your mom."

"She might as well be."

"I'm so confused…"


A/N: Okay! There it is! I hope you guys like it. Please review and follow if you would like. I really appreciate all of the amazing reviews you guys have left and I promise to continue this story.