A/N: Day 3. Meet the family. This didn't exactly come out they way i wanted but...yeah. Has implied g!p. Enjoy.
Santana's P.O.V.
"Please don't make me do this." I say to Quinn as she drives. I don't want to do this. Why do I really need to do this? I mean we've been dating...about a year and a half. I don't need to meet her family until at least two years, three years tops. Some people may think this visit is overdue but fuck those people. I'm not good with parents, I never have been. Parents just make me fucking nervous. I hate that they do but it happens and when I'm nervous, I don't do well. I don't talk or say the bitchiest things on complete accident. Puck's mom still hates me from three years ago when I accidentally called her fat...it's a long story. I just don't want that to happen with Quinn's family. I want them to like me, I fucking need them to like me.
"Santana it's not a big deal. Why are you so nervous?" She asks me.
"Because everyone's family hates me. I'm not the most likeable person, I know this but I don't want to fuck this up." I tell her. She grabs the hand I have sitting on the middle console and I interlock out fingers.
"You won't, trust me. Just be yourself and they'll love you."
"Don't give me that generic bullshit." I say and she laughs softly.
"Fine but I seriously don't think you'll have any issues. It's just a weekend." Just a weekend she says. No it's three whole days and like six hours or something. From Friday to Monday is not a weekend. We're going to Quinn's family summer home. I just really hope I make a good impression because...I want to propose. I'm pretty fucking sure Q is it for me and I kind of want her fathers blessing. It's corny and old fashioned, I know but with the way Quinn idolizes her father, it just seemed appropriate. Judge Fabray seems scary as hell though and I've never met him but from the things I've heard...the man is crazy, like perfectionist crazy. Hopefully it won't go too terribly. When we arrive, Quinn drives through two large gates and down a long pathway before a huge house comes into my view, like mansion huge.
"I thought this was a summer home?" I ask Quinn as she parks.
"It is." She says as she opens her door and gets out. I do the same and make my way to the trunk to get the bags. As I pull out one suitcase I hear Quinn say 'Daddy!' then she moves away from the car and into the grass. I turn my head back to see, what I assume is her mother and father. Russel is about six foot three, he has a head full of gray hair along with the short, close cut beard on his face. Mrs. Fabray is around Quinn's height and Quinn looks more like her in person than a picture, which is saying something because they looked like twins before. Quinn moves to hug her mother and I see two more people come out to the yard, Quinn's brother and sister. Quinn's brother is a little shorter than her father but he's still at least six foot and her sister is a little taller than Quinn. They all have blonde hair and closely resemble each other. Quinn hugs her brother and he picks her up into the air and spins her around causing her to laugh. It's nice how close her family is. I finish taking the bags out of the trunk and close it which draws the attention of the Fabrays towards me.
"Come here San." Quinn says to me. I take a deep breath before I put a smile on my face and walk the short distance to her and her family. Quinn moves towards me and takes my hand in hers.
"Everyone, this is Santana. Santana this is my father Russel." She says. I extend my hand to him though his cold expression is intimidating. He slowly grasps my hand then shakes it firmly.
"Judge Fabray." He says in a deep raspy voice. I just nod my head and smile as Quinn introduces me to her mother Judy, who envelopes me in a hug. Quinn introduces me to her sister Elizabeth, who hugs me and tells me to call her Liz then I meet Quinn's younger brother RJ, Russell Junior. He shakes my hand and offers to help me with the bags.
I wasn't aware I'd be sleeping in a guest house though. I knew I wasn't going to be with Quinn but I thought we would be under the same roof. It's okay though, it's probably better that way. After I settle in the guest house, I walk back to the house and see Quinn and her parents sitting in the living room. Quinn beckons me over and as I walk, I try to calm my nerves. I sit in a chair near Quinn and Russell looks at me, which makes me nervous as hell. I now know where Quinn gets that icy stare from.
"You have a lovely house." I say to Mrs. Fabray. I can't stand to look at Russell anymore. Judy smiles at me.
"Thank you Santana. If you like this, you'll be amazed by our actual home." She says. I smile and as I go to continue our conversation, Russell interrupts.
"Santana." He says to get my attention. I look at him and he leans forward in his seat.
"Tells us about yourself. What do you do?" He takes a sip of water from the glass in his hand and continues to look at me.
"Santana is a really talented musician daddy." Quinn says and Russell lowers his glass.
"A musician huh?" He asks and I nod my head.
"I sing a little here and there. It's nothing big."
"Do you play any instruments?" Judy asks and I nod my head.
"I play a few." I say.
"So where is this music career going? Are you just some wanna be mooching off my daughter or do you actually get paid for this?" Russell asks.
"Music is more like a hobby, an outlet so to speak. I grew up singing, dancing, learning to play instruments. It's just a part of who I am. I'm actually a freelance writer."
"What publication?" He asks.
"I've been in many publications Mr. Fabray."
"She's been in the New York Times at least three times."
"The New York Times? That's great Santana." Judy says sweetly.
"Thank you Mrs. Fabray." I say.
"Why don't you play something for us Santana? Quinn did say you were talented." She continues. I shake my head, politely declining.
"I couldn't." I say.
"You can and will." Russell says and nods his head back to the baby grand behind him.
"Let us hear something. Impress us Santana." Fuck me. I stand from my seat and walk to the piano then take a seat on the piano bench. I lightly run my fingers over the keys, close my eyes and begin to play a song I wrote for Quinn on our first anniversary. I start to sing the first verse while looking at Quinn to calm my nerves. The smile on her face gave me the confidence to make it through to the chorus then I stop.
"That was beautiful Santana." Judy says as I stand.
"Thank you." I say as I walk back to my seat but as I walk past Quinn she grabs my hand and pulls me down into the empty seat next to her.
"I must admit that was impressive but you fell flat towards the end." Russell says.
"No offense or disrespect Mr. Fabray but, I don't fall flat." I say and he raises his eyebrow at me. Quinn got that feature too.
"I see, you also don't take constructive criticism well and aren't very humble."He says as he stands.
"I'll go start dinner." He says then leaves the room. Quinn gives me a soft smile and squeezes my hand that's still in hers.
"I'll be back." She says then kisses my cheek and leaves.
"Don't mind him Santana. You have a beautiful voice. He just has a hard time when Quinn brings someone home. I guess it's because she's the youngest daughter, he goes into overprotective mood. He'll warm up to you, don't worry." Judy pats my knee with a smile.
"It's always the fathers." I say jokingly.
"Not necessarily. Russell's mother still hates me, believe it or not." Judy says and I sigh.
"Don't worry sweetie, he'll get over it." She says then changes the subject. I like Judy, she's actually really nice and sweet. At least one parent doesn't hate me.
Dinner wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but that's probably because I didn't say too much. After dinner Judy, Russell and Liz all disappeared somewhere, Quinn went to take a shower and I went into the living room with RJ who's trying to find something to watch. I sit on the couch and sigh.
"Long day?" He asks and I nod my head. He grabs a beer from the pack at his feet and tosses me one. I catch it with one hand then open it quickly. Russell junior is twenty-three and he's home from serving a term in the Marines. Quinn told me it's not the route anyone wanted him to take but it's what he chose. Quinn's sister, Liz, is a pediatrician and Quinn is a lawyer planning to be the next Judge Fabray.
"So like, you and Quinn have been together almost two years right?" He asks and I nod.
"Why the hell is the first time we're meeting you?"
"I put it off as long as possible. I don't like meeting families." I say as RJ takes a swig of his beer and nods.
"I don't blame you, dad's a dick." I chuckle and take a sip of my beer.
"So are you like a hermaphrodite? Like how do you have a dick?" And I'm uncomfortable once again.
"Quinn told you that?" He nods.
"We all know. It's another reason dad doesn't like you." Another reason?
"Why?"
"He doesn't want his granddaughter to have a dick or something. Can you even have kids?" He asks.
"I don't know...Can we not talk about this?"
"Does it work normally? What does it look like? It's like a huge clit or a little penis?" I can't take it.
"Goodnight." I say as I stand. RJ tries to get me to come back but I walk out the backdoor and to the guest house. When I walked inside, two slender arms wrapped themselves around my neck and pulled me into a soft embrace. I turn in her arms and lie my head on her shoulder with a sigh.
"What's wrong?" She asks as she lifts my head and cups my face in her palms.
"Your family. Your dad hates me." I say and she shakes her head.
"He's just hard to please. He doesn't hate you."
"He does." Quinn pecks my lips softly and I finally notice she's standing only in her bra and panties...very sexy bra and panties. Normally, I'd be all over this but not tonight.
"Why are you half naked?" I ask her and she smirks.
"Because you haven't gotten me fully naked yet." No way.
"We are not having sex." I say.
"You're seriously that afraid of my dad?" She asks.
"No but this whole day has just been...ugh. No offense but fuck your dad." I say.
"No, fuck me." She says and I roll my eyes.
"I'll be on top." She says then kisses that spot on my neck that drives me crazy.
"Fuck...okay but you won't be for long." I pick her up and walk to the bedroom.
Today is the day I get Russell's approval. I don't care what it takes. Yesterday wasn't as bad as when we first got here. I spent more time with Judy, Liz and Quinn. RJ apologized for all the shit he said but that didn't make me anymore comfortable around him. Luckily I didn't have to be around him much since they barbecued and pretty much everyone who lives in this town was there. Since today is the last day we're here, I have to get this done.
"We're playing tennis today." Quinn tells me as she walks into my temporary bedroom as I change my clothes.
"Tennis?" I ask and she nods as she sits on the bed.
"Yeah, it's been a family tradition for awhile now. On Sundays we play tennis. It's like a tournament and I usually win."
"What happens when you win?" I ask and Quinn shrugs.
"Nothing, you just win." She says.
"Yeah, that's lame. If I'm going to win, I want to win something." I say as I walk over to her. Quinn puts her hands on my hips and rubs her thumbs in circles over my back.
"Who said you'd win?" She says then pulls me closer and gently kisses the left side of my stomach.
"I didn't mean I'd win, I meant in general but you know I'd kick your ass." I say and she playfully bites my stomach. I grip her shoulders, push her back on the bed then straddle her hips.
"You should try to win though." She says as I lean down and kiss her jawline.
"Why?" I ask as I trail kisses from her jaw to her neck.
"It might help you with daddy. He likes winners." She says and I roll my eyes. Of course he does. My kisses turn into bites then light sucks and Quinn moans softly from under me.
"We need to get ready. I bought you an outfit to play in." Quinn says and I nod then trail my kisses down to her collarbone. As I go to slide my hands under her shirt, we hear a throat clear. Quinn pushes me off her and quickly sits up. I look to see who it is who interrupted us and of course it's Russell. I grab the sheet from the bed to cover myself since I only have on a bra and some jeans.
"Quinn, go get ready." He says but his eyes don't leave mine. Quinn nods and rushes past him then turns towards me and gives me a sympathetic look before leaving.
"Get dressed and meet me outside in exactly three minutes." He says with a scowl then leaves. Fuck. I get dressed and go outside. Russell is right in front of the guest house waiting for me. He starts to walk without saying a word and I follow.
"What are your intentions?" He asks suddenly after minutes of walking in silence.
"With Quinn?" I ask but he doesn't respond.
"Look sir." I stop walking and Russell stops too and turns towards me.
"I love your daughter, I have for longer than we've even been together. She compliments me perfectly and all I want to do is make her happy." I say. Russell's face still has this stone expression.
"What were your intentions coming here? You've been together over a year and we're just formally meeting you. Why now?" He asks.
"Honestly...I wanted to ask you if I could marry Quinn." I say and he laughs. He fucking laughs. It's not a chuckle, a giggle, no. It's full on, double over laughter. It took at least three minutes for him to stop laughing and speak.
"You want to marry Quinn? Santana." He puts his hand on my shoulder.
"You are nothing more than a phase to Quinn. Quinn can be with another lawyer, a judge, a senator, a doctor. Hell she could be with an astronaut, and she deserves to be with anyone of those people because they aren't like you. They aren't losers who aren't even worth Quinn's time. You got lucky. I'll admit you seem like a nice person but...you really should move on. Maybe find yourself a waitress or, a gas station attendant, you know someone your own speed." I push his hand from my shoulder and step back.
"Fuck you Russell. I'm sick of playing nice for your stuck up pompous ass. You are the biggest asshole I have ever fucking met in my life. You don't even know me and haven't given me a chance since I met you. I'm not going to kiss your ass and whether you like it or not, I'm not going anywhere." I say and he smirks.
"Are you a betting woman Santana?" He asks. What?
"If you win beat me in a match of tennis, I'll agree to you marrying my daughter but if you lose, I don't want to see you ever again. Now do we have a deal?" He says as he extends his hand to me.
"I'm not betting on Quinn you psycho but I will fight for her. If I win, I want you to take the chance to know me and if you don't like me, fine but at least give me a chance."
"And if I win?" He asks.
"You choose." I say and Russell nods his head.
"Fine." I extend my hand to him and we shake on it. I don't know what will happen if he wins but I won't have to find out because I'm going to kick his ass.
"See you on the court old man. Don't have a heart attack." I say as I walk away.
That game didn't go as planned...at all. Russell won the first set then I won the second. We were playing the third set when it happened. He served the ball and it came hurling towards my side of the court. I ran to hit it but the sun got in my eye and then so did the ball. Now I'm sitting in the kitchen with a bag of frozen peas on my swollen eye.
"Does it feel any better?" Quinn asks as she adjusts the bag on my face. She started holding it against my eye a few minutes ago.
"No. It's throbbing and I'm getting a head ache." Quinn strokes my hair and I sigh.
"Well...at least you didn't lose. It was a tie." She says and I sigh again. I hear footsteps and look to my right to see Russell walking in with an ice pack in his hand.
"Can I talk to Santana for a second Quinn?" Quinn nods and I grab the bag of peas as she leaves. I slowly remove it from my face and Russell hand me the ice pack.
"You might need glasses after this." He says as he sits across from me and I don't respond.
"I'm not going to apologize since I did not directly mean to hit you with the ball and it was not my intention for it to do so." He says. I wish I could roll my eyes.
"And honestly that was an amazing serve...but I will apologize for how I've treated you and the things I've said to you...you were right, I don't know you and I didn't try to get to know you but one thing I do like about you is the fact that you didn't let me intimidate you. You held your ground and I respect that. I've always wanted Quinn to be with someone who isn't a kiss ass and actually stands up for themselves. So that being said, you have my blessing but under one condition." He says.
"What?" I ask.
"I want six months to get to really know you before any wedding takes place." He says.
"Sounds fair." He extends his hand to me and I take.
"Welcome to the family Santana."
"Thank you Mr. Fabray." I say as we shake hands.
"Continue icing that. You're going to want the swelling to stop." I put the ice pack up to my eye.
"I'll send Quinn back." He says as he stands.
I can't say I enjoyed this weekend, at all but I can say that it could have gone worse, a lot worse.
A/N: So I still need any suggestions of requests for day 7, which is a free day. Let me know if you liked what i did for day three and give me any ideas.