Chapter 4: That Cold, Wild Night

I remembered one time during my junior year in high school, our History teacher told us to make a time line of our life plans and what we expect for the next 20 years. From what I gather, I wrote that I want to be an author, not just a regular one but a best –selling author, then marry a painter and build a library next to HIS studio.

However life is a mysterious force that can work in unexpected ways. I never imagined myself to be gay and be stuck in the high school I attended 5 years ago. It also didn't cross my mind to marry my student who happens to be my best friend's younger sibling.

But to regret- I cannot. I think it's impossible for me to.

They made me who I am.

She's my life now.

"Honey, you missed our street."

I steered the wheel left and passed the small candy store behind our house. "We're having dinner at your parents' place. Noah didn't tell you?" She shook her head to a no and I shrugged. "Must've slipped off his mind, anyway we'll stop by to buy cake for dessert then head to casa Lopez." A short pain shot from my forearm as she pinched my skin, "What's that for!" She leaned to kiss my cheek and whispered to my ear, "That my dear, is for spending too much time with my brother who messed up your grammar with his fake Spanish ones."

The stoplight turned red and I took the time to study my wife's features. She was smoothening out the pleats of her skirt and checked her shirt for stains. "You look fine. Besides, your family wasn't much of a clean freak." It's true. We had this dinner date one time and had the house for ourselves when she pushed me on the couch. The act was suppose to be erotic however my butt landed on the hard tile because of sock, which I concluded to be Mr. Lopez's judging by the length of it. We were lucky my tailbone didn't break then, because explaining to your girlfriend's father about your sexual activities is beyond awkward. She looked at me in the eye and grinned, "You're just telling me that so you can get laid tonight."

"Believe me babe I don't need to tell those cheesy comments to get laid." I winked and twist my eyebrows suggestively.

Just as the light turned green I heard a barely audible sound. Did she just call me a Jerk?

"Good afternoon ladies, Welcome to Smythe's Sweets and Treats!" a rather peppy teenage boy called out. I noticed he was the only staff available; the others must be in the kitchen though. Santana broke free of our 'hand holding' and walked towards the display glass eyeing them hungrily. I approached her from behind and wrapped my arms around her waist. "Want to eat a snack before dinner?" I felt her head shaking on my neck as she nuzzled closer to me, "I'll just wait for dinner, coach will kill me if I gain too much weight." I wanted to argue that a small piece won't hurt but I remembered I was in the same dilemma 5 years ago, hence I let it go. The bell rang as the front door opened but San and I didn't bother to see who it was and continued to look through the cake displays. "'Bout time you got here," the boy from earlier said. His voice was so high- pitched, it's sickening. "Sorry Kurt but your father isn't exactly helpful. He won't let me go 'til Aunt Suzanne finalized the papers." I hear him sigh as he strutted to the shop, the kitchen door creaking as it opened.

"Quinn, chocolate or strawberry?" Santana asked pointing on the displays.

"Definitely the Strawberry one, you know how I can be if I take too much sweets."

"We'll take this one please," she smiled sweetly to the boy behind the counter as she gave him hundred bucks. "You were saying you have good news? What about it?" I asked with curiosity.

When she was about to open her mouth, I saw Sam walk out of the kitchen door holding a cake box. "Hey Sam," I called to him. Santana turned to him and gave him a tight-lipped smile then grabbed the box from him. "Ms. Fabray," he motioned. "Oh please call me Quinn when outside the campus. It makes me feel older than my actual age is." A snapping sound echoed from behind the counter, and I saw Kurt staring at us with his mouth hanging open. "Aha! That's why you look familiar. You're our new English teacher right?" Familiar, oh, he's the guy from the glee club. He walked briskly to us and offered me his hand. "Kurt Hummel, Senior from your class. Member of the glee club and the guidance counselor's kid. We met earlier remember?" I shook his hand and nodded, what kind of teacher does not remember the outrageous sense of fashion this kid has. "Yea of course. You were with the glee club on my class this morning."

"So it's true then, you were married to Santana."

"Hold up, where the hell did you learn that?" Santana asked not looking amused of the situation. I myself am hungry and want to get this over with. "I told you my dad is the school's guidance counselor. It slipped of his tongue when he dressed promptly for the principal's daughter's wedding." I pulled Santana to my left side and grabbed the cake from her hand. "I trust you didn't tell your merry band of friends about our wedding."

"'Course not. I understand that teachers also have their private life. Don't worry your secrets safe with me."

"Good to know then. We'll be going now; we hate to be a nuisance to you two." I signaled to Sam who was piercing holes on the back of his head probably from annoyance.

"Wait, ! About earlier, you know mentoring for the glee club, please think about it."

"Quinn, Santana, you two are late!" Noah grumbled, "My tummy has been aching for an hour!"

"Calm Yo tits, Noah." Santana mumbled on my neck.

After what seemed to be an hour of cursing by Noah, we head to the kitchen and greeted Maria, Santana's mom who was busy cooking. "Hush Noah, our guest hasn't arrived yet so technically they are not late." I dropped the cake on the counter, leaving the trio with their family time and proceed to the living room where Mr. Lopez was reading this morning's paper. He noticed me sitting on the love seat and folded the paper he was reading. "So Quinn how was the first day?" I told him 'bout Tina's outburst on my class and smiled when he apologized about the Sam thing. "By the way Sir, the glee kids asked me a while ago 'bout their moderator. Noah told me however that Ms. Berry will take charge of the club."

"True," he said, "But I also want you to take charge, somewhat an assistant to Rachel, since she can be too much for the glee kids." I was about to ask him what Too much means when I heard a knock from the front door. "That must be her. Quinn can you be a dear and get the door for me? Maria, the Guest is here!"

"Sure."

I hurriedly opened the door and noticed the midget from earlier. "U-m. Hi, I'm Rachel Berry. From this morning, Mr. Lopez invited me for dinner." She's really small; I wonder how she can mentor such a huge club. "Right, come on in."

"Quinny, there you are!" Santana jumped to my arms, her legs circling on my waist. "I was looking for you; Mom and Noah were picking on me." I cupped her cheek and pecked her on the lips, "Poor you huh?" She punched me on my arm and buried her face on my neck. "Santana get off Quinn right now! We have a guest remember," Mr. Lopez shouted. "Damn, cockblocked by my dad twice this day. That's new." Her feet touched the ground and I entwined our hands pulling her to the dining room.

As we were eating dinner, we made casual conversation about school. Rachel seemed to be enjoying this; she was smiling and laughing along with us. "Oh, almost forgot. Quinn here will assist you in running the glee club. Of course, it's up to you Miss Berry." Santana looked at me questionably and I shrugged. Really, I can never say no to my in law. "Well, it's nice to be working with you then."

"Babe, what is it you want to talk about earlier?"

After dinner, all of us gathered around the coffee table on the living room where Noah and Mr. Lopez were having their daily arm wrestling match. Eventually, Santana leaned on my front as we sit in the floor, with her tapping away on her phone, probably texting Britt. "I got promoted on the Cheerios. I'm the new captain!" she shared excitedly. Mr. Lopez froze; his mouth agape on his youngest daughter while Noah took the opportunity to grapple his arm down. "And Noah once again wins, By the way, congrats 'lil Sis!"

"Boo hoo, you always cheat anyway," Santana dismissed. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck, "That's amazing San. I'm so proud of you."

We arrived at our house a little before 9 that evening. I dropped San's duffel bag on the couch and head straight to our room. Water is running on the shower, so I started to undress so I can use the tub after Santana. Halfway to my shirt, I feel wet hands crawling up my neck. I turned around and saw a very naked and wet Santana in front of me. "I left the door open for you. Here let me help," she lift the hem of my shirt on my head and unbuttoned my pants. I kissed her hungrily, my hands roaming around her back. "Quinn, tub's running." I lift her up, not breaking the kiss, and walked in to the bathroom.

Needless to say, my first day has ended magically.

Yes, Guys I know it's been too long. If you haven't seen my updated profile, I will be posting a new story. It's still Quinntana but guy Quinn. Still using Quinn though since it's a unisex name anyway. I hope you'll continue to support my weirdness and Have a Happy New Year!

~ CTFAngel