Chapter 4- Sexual Orientation

Santana had been with them a couple of weeks now. She did everything with them like she was apart of the family. She ate with them, watched T.V with them when she got the chance and was fully moved into the spare bedroom. Quinn still left like she didn't know much about her. Santana seemed really closed off and was really good at deflecting personal questions. You only knew stuff about her if she wanted you to know it. Other than that Quinn still felt like she knew as much about Santana as the day they met.

So instead of asking her straight out about herself Quinn just watched her instead. Ones actions can reveal a lot about that person and Santana's actions often said a lot. Like Santana was a bit of a drinker. She drank at breakfast, lunch and dinner and had one before going up for bed. She never thinks she's fully drunk but clearly Santana likes the buzz. She was pretty independent too. She rarely wanted Sam's help doing most task and if he helped anyways she'd get a little angry with him. That also helped Quinn to notice that Santana was a bit short tempered too. She was always kicking at something or throwing something when she couldn't get something fixed or when she couldn't get something done.

Quinn wasn't at all surprised by these traits of hers but she had learned a lot about Santana by just watching her. She had learned something else about Santana when Frannie came to visit the week before. Frannie was twenty-six, married with two kids and lived just a few hours away. She came to visit every once in a blue moon and allowed her sons to play on the farm.

To say that Frannie was beautiful was an understatement. She had the long blonde hair, a lot like Quinn with fair skin, shinning hazel eyes and a to die for smile. She may have had pushed out a few kids but her body still looked like God had craved it out of pure gold. Santana had literately tripped over her words when she first met her. Quinn had thought nothing of it at first because everyone loved Frannie and a lot of people had the same reactions when meeting her so she simply brushed it off as well as the feeling of jealousy at seeing Santana all flushed over her older sister.

Frannie had stayed for a week and during that time Quinn barely even caught a glimpse of Santana. It was like she was avoiding coming into the house at all. She had begun to come around during the last two days of Frannie's stay though and Quinn couldn't help but to notice the little changes in her when Frannie was in the room. She'd stiffen up and her cheeks would look slightly flushed as she did everything in her power not to look at her older sister.

It was like she was crushing on her or something.

She confirmed that thought when she walked into the kitchen to find Santana's eyes glued to Frannie's ass when she was bent over inside the pantry. She was biting at her lower lip with a tilt of her head and gripping her mug of coffee so tight Quinn thought she was going to break it. Frannie was steady talking, probably to Santana who appeared to not have heard a word she said. She was entirely to busy drilling holes into her ass and legs with her eyes while she drooled. Quinn just simply backed out of the room without a word and one thought in mind.

Santana was totally gay.

It explained a lot, like why she wouldn't date Sam in a million years, why she was always throwing sexual teasing at her and why she never talked about her past relationships or sex life. Quinn thought it was weird that she thought she needed to hide it from her. it's not like she would judge her for it or anything because after all she was friends with Kurt and he was into men.

Still she didn't know for sure and couldn't just out right accuse her of being gay if she didn't get more proof. For all she knew Santana could have just been looking at Frannie's cute short shorts and wishing she had a pair. Not like that made it any less gay. So she began to do little test to see Santana's reactions, like bending over in front of her when she had a low cut shirt on or brushing against her when she was trying to get pass, even bringing up a random conversation about Kurt and how she totally supported the gays.

She didn't actually get all the reactions that she wanted. She had caught Santana looking down her shirt when she bent down in front of her a few times but she played it off so well Quinn was starting to think she just made it up. Santana didn't react at all to her brushing up against her when their was plenty of space to get around her and she had only smiled at her when she talked about Kurt and gay rights.

So maybe Santana was gay and maybe she wasn't. Maybe she was even bi-sexual but Quinn really wanted to find out. She didn't know why but for some reason she really wanted to know Santana's sexual orientation and Santana was making it super hard to find out. It was like she knew Quinn was trying to find out so in one moment she did something that made her look extremely gay and than in the next did something that made her seem impossibility straight. Quinn just didn't get it.

"Quinn!" she was shaken awake by Sam's rough hands and she grunted as she pushed him away. Her eyes fluttered open to find that it was still dark out and she frowned as she looked to her older brother.

"What the hell Sam?" she hissed as she looked to her clock to find it was just a little pass midnight. "If this has nothing to do with Charlie than you're so dead for waking me up." She said as she turned to glare at him. She could see his goofy smile shinning through even in the dark.

"Santana's taking me into town and sneaking me into the bar with her. Wanna come?" He asked. Her eyes widened slightly before she quickly shot up right in the bed. He was kidding right?

"Sam you're only eighteen! You can't go to the bar!" she said and he chuckled.

"Yeah that's why she's going to sneak me in. Are you coming or not? It's going to be so much fun." He said and she bit her lip before shaking her head.

"No way. You know if dad finds out she'll probably lose her job and you'll be so grounded." She said with a shake of her head. She watched as he rolled his eyes with a shake of his head.

"Since when did you care about her job anyways? I was hoping you'd say that. It'll give me and Santana some time alone." He chuckled as he stood up from the bed and headed for the door. She frowned slightly at that thought. She didn't want Sam and Santana spending alone time together, out at a bar together of all places.

"I'll tell you now he only has like a one percent chance of getting in my pants. Probably not even that. Maybe if I'm like shit faced drunk."

God that thought made her sick.

"Wait I'm coming." She whispered as she jumped up out of her bed and turned on her desk light. She heard him groan. She moved over to her closet and began to look through her choices of outfits quickly.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yeah. Someone's gotta look out after you idiots and make sure we get home at a decent hour." She said as she pulled out her cutest shirt and than her tightest jeans. Sam sighed loudly from behind her, clearly disappointed that she changed her mind.

"We'll be waiting down in her truck." He said and she nodded her head as he walked out the door closing it behind him. She quickly got herself changed, brushed her teeth and threw on a bit of makeup after doing her hair before rushing down the stairs as quietly as possible. Once she was outside she was met with Santana's running truck and Sam leaning against the door. He opened it for her and she slid into the middle of the seat next to Santana before he jumped in after her, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Wow Jail Bait. You look sexy as hell tonight. Planning on meeting a man twice your age, having sex with him and than getting him arrested for statutory rape?" Santana asked as she drove them down the dusty road that led them back into town. She was wearing a grin on her face as she eyed Quinn's outfit who narrowed her eyes into a glare back at her.

"No. Not like its any of your business if I was Santana." She said as she crossed her arms over her chest. She had no one else in mind when she picked this outfit expect for Santana. For some reason she just really wanted her to notice it and was slightly happy inside when she did. She even gave a little wolf call as she playfully bummed her elbow into Quinn's side. Quinn felt her cheeks flush in the dark car and tried not to smile.

"She's to busy pinning over Puck still anyways." Sam threw in and Quinn felt like her whole world crumbled around her. The butterflies in the pit of her stomach that Santana had caused as soon as she got in the truck disappeared and was released with a sinking sick feeling. She frowned slightly. She used to think of Noah all the time but ever since Santana came he had been on her mind less and less. She was even behind on the letter she was suppose to send him.

"Shut up Sam" She mumbled as she looked away from him.

"You need to get over him." Santana said and Quinn looked up at her. "You're a hot seventeen year old girl and you need to go out and do your thing before settling down anyways." She said with a shake of her head. Quinn bit her lip but kept her mouth shut. Santana was probably right but Noah was her first love. She'd probably never be able to let him go. "So tonight I'm gonna buy you a few drinks and watch you cut lose. How about that?" she asked and Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Sure Santana." She sighed and Santana only laughed. She felt herself smile at the sound of it before looking over to Sam. He was also smiling at the sound of Santana's laugh and he was watching her with such an intense look in his eyes. It was the same look that she often found Noah aiming towards her. It was like he was so in love with her.

Oh god.

She frowned slightly at the thought. She didn't want Sam to be falling in love with Santana. She felt a tug at her own heart at the thought of it. It wasn't because she thought they wouldn't be good together. She had been fighting it for weeks but she didn't see what the point was anymore. She was falling for Santana too. She was actually growing feelings for her dad's ranch hand that always teased her at any given chance, always found a way to get under her skin, always challenged her in everything and was six years older than her. But she couldn't help it and she couldn't deny the feelings that she was getting for Santana was the exact same feelings she had towards Noah.

"You're going to buy me a drink too right?" Sam asked with a small chuckle and Santana only rolled her eyes.

"Please. You're a man buy your own drinks." She said and Sam only laughed again. "Better yet I think you should buy the first round when we get there." She said as she looked over to Sam with a small smirk and a wiggle of her eyebrows as if he needed anymore convincing. He nodded his head and even in the darkness of the car Quinn could still see the pink tint that came to her brother's pale cheeks.

"Okay…"He said, smiling like a goof and Santana chuckled.

"Good boy."

It turned out Santana's way of sneaking them in was her going in through the front and opening the backdoor for them. They all just slid into a booth right next to the back door and the farthest away from the people. The bar was loud and filled with cigarette smoke. There was laughter and a few people was up and dancing in the little open space in front of the jukebox.

Santana put out her hand in front of Sam and he reached into his pocket to pull out a bit of money before hand it to her. They watched as she walked over to the bar and Quinn bit her lip at the sight of her hips swaying, her tan legs exposed in her little shorts an her hair following down her back. She heard Sam release a sigh and looked to him, noticing how he watched as Santana walked away as well, probably checking her out just as hard as she was.

"Isn't she amazing Quinn?" He asked as he kept his eyes on Santana who was being carded at the bar. "She's like the perfect girl for me. A good old fashion farm girl and just a bit feisty." He said with a shake of his head. His whole expression was of the dreamy kind and she felt the need to find the bathroom and throw up. "I mean she's so funny and really knows how to have a good time. She's so down to earth too and is so into the same things I am." He said before releasing a heavy sigh.

"Have you…asked her out yet?" Quinn asked as she picked at the old wood of the table in front of them. He released a small chuckle as he ran his fingers through his blond hair. He finally pulled his eyes away from Santana as the bartender handed her three beers. She really didn't want to know the answer to this question but she kind of did. It was like she had to know even if it was going to hurt her or not in the end.

"Kind of…like I just asked her if she wanted to go out tonight. She said sure…." He said and she frowned slightly as her eyebrows pull together and she looked up at her older brother. "And she said we should invite you too. I guess next time I'll have to make it more clear that I actually want to go out on a date with her and not just hang out." He said with a weak chuckle and she nodded her head.

"Yeah." She said with a weak smile.

"This was a hell of a lot easier than I thought it was going to be." Santana said as she slid into the booth across from them. She popped the caps off all three beers before sliding the two across the table. "Thanks for the beer blondie." She said with a wink towards Sam who could only smile back at her before he picked up his beer.

"Cheers to a night out!" he said and Santana tapped her beer to his before looking over to Quinn. She offered a small smile before bring her beer up to tap lightly against their own. They pulled them away together and brought them to their lips at the same time. Quinn kept her eyes on Santana as she tried to down half of her beer in one gulp. She never really drank before, once with Noah but that was it but in this moment she felt like she was going to need it.

Santana's eyes met hers over the end of her own beer bottle and she swallowed down her beer just as fast as her. They never looked away from each other even when Sam had pulled his beer away with a gasp as if it was the best thing he ever tasted. Quinn could tell that Santana was turning this into another one of their little competition and like always she didn't want to lose to her so she tried to drink faster.

"Wow. You guys can really drink." Sam said with a chuckle as he looked between the two girls watching as they tilted their heads back farther and farther while swallowing as much as they could. Unfortunately for Quinn it got to the point where she could barely breathe so she ended up choking. She pulled her beer way from her lips as she coughed into the back of her hand. Her beer was just a little bit under half full.

She looked up and watched as Santana finished her beer within a few minutes. She wiped the corner of her mouth with a smirk, her eyes on Quinn. Sam clapped his hands with a big grin on his face. "Not bad Quinnie. Maybe in a few years you'll actually be able to finish a bottle before me." Santana smirked and Quinn rolled her eyes because of course Santana had to stroke her own ego but the new nickname made her heart flutter. She liked that a lot more then Jail Bait.

"Yeah whatever. You know I gave you a damn good run for your money." Quinn mumbled as she twisted her bottle in her hand. She watched as Santana smirked at her, her eyes burning holes into Quinn's and she felt a shiver at the intense staring contest they was having.

"Not even close sweetheart but you can keep telling yourself that."

"I will and you can keep pretending that you won by a landslide when really you won by less then a hair off your ass." She shot back with a smirk and watched as Santana's face lit up. She had no idea why because they were bickering again. They were always bickering yet Santana was always smiling when it happened like she enjoyed it or something. She probably did.

"You know since I'm such a good sport about it. I'll buy you, the loser, a drink. How about that?" she asked as she slid out of the booth again. Quinn just rolled her eyes with a shake of her head. Santana just chuckled before walking away. Sam release a groan before he slammed his head down on the table and Quinn looked over at him.

"It's like I'm not even here." He said and she brought her beer back to her lips. She wanted this one finished before Santana came back to the table with her second. Sam raised his head to look over at her. "Can't you like help me out here or something?" he asked. She frowned as she looked over at him.

"And what do you want me to do?" She asked. He shrugged his shoulder.

"I don't know. Have girl talk with her or something. See if she likes me or not. I don't know." He said with a shrug of his shoulders. She watched as he looked around the room. His eyes fell on the jukebox. "I know. I'll go over there and play a song on the jukebox. You just talk to her about good things about me and when she's all smitten and stuff send her to dance with me." He said with a quick nod of his head.

"That's not going to work." She snorted with a shake of her head.

"Yes it will! You gotta try for me Quinn! Please! I'll never ask you for anything again!" He said as he clapped his together in a prayer. She released a heavy sigh. She really didn't want to do this. Like really, really didn't want too. The last thing she wanted to do was play a hand in Santana and Sam getting together but Sam looked desperate and she really couldn't say no to him. She released a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes.

"Fine but stop getting your hopes up on her Sam. She really just might not be into you." She said with a shake off her head. He nodded his head quickly. She knew he hadn't heard a thing she said. He was just happy that she was finally going to help him with Santana. She looked up when Santana slid back into her seat. She pushed the beer towards Quinn who took it with a small smile.

"So I'm gonna go pick a song over there." Sam said as he stood up, clearly trying to play it cool as he once again ran his fingers through his hair. Quinn finished her first beer as Santana just nodded before he walked away. Santana chuckled before she turned her attention on to Quinn. She tapped her fingers down the side of her beer as she leaned on her elbows on the table. Quinn kept her beer to her mouth, the lips of the cool bottle brushing against her bottom lip as she stared back at Santana. She could tell Santana was thinking about something and her own thoughts were running wild in her head so they was just content with staring at each other for a few moments in silence.

Santana chuckled after a beat though and leaned back in her seat. "You're a fucking tease you know that?" she asked as she brought her beer back to her lips. Quinn raised an eye brow at the question before she realized how…provocative it must have looked with her basically making out with her beer but not drinking it. She slammed the bottle down into the table and frowned as her cheeks flushed. She cleared her throat not wanting Santana to think she had the upper hand on her again.

"Am I turning you on Santana?" She really has no idea why she thought asking that question was going to give her the upper hand. She figured Santana could at least stutter in a reply or not answer at all but Santana answered without missing a beat.

"A little bit. Yeah."

Quinn's eyes narrowed as they snapped up to Santana. And there it was again. She took the time to study Santana this time because did she really mean that or was she just joking? Santana just sipped from her beer as she watched Quinn watching her. Quinn took a large gulp of her beer because there was probably not going to be a better chance then this and she was just going to have to come out and ask her.

"Are you gay?"

There it was. Finally out there. She had finally asked the question that had been bothering her for over a week now. Santana's only reaction was to pause in her drinking with the beer half way to her lips. She eyed Quinn and Quinn could tell she was wondering if she should tell her the truth or not and she was really hoping whatever came out of Santana's mouth was the truth.

Santana sat her beer back down. "Yes. Yes I am." She said with a nod. Quinn felt herself release a sigh as she relaxed back in her seat. Santana chuckled. "You seem relieved about it." she said. Quinn shook her head.

"It's not that. I mean that's awesome that you're into women and everything but it's just been a question on the tip of my tongue all week. It just feels good to have at least one question answered about you." She said as she brought her drink back to her lips. Santana only released another small chuckle as she nodded her head.

"So you have questions about me?" she asked.

"And you don't about me?" Quinn shot back quickly. Santana smirked back at her.

"Touché." She shrugged. Quinn nodded her head and they stared at each other for a few moments before Quinn looked over Santana's shoulder and to Sam. He still stood by the jukebox with his hands in his pockets and looking over at their table anxiously. She had forgotten all about him. She didn't know if she should feel bad that Sam really has no chance in hell with Santana or if she should be screaming with joy because it meant she did have a chance with her.

"I forgot all about Sam." She sighed as she looked back to Santana who raised an eyebrow back at her before glancing over her shoulder at the other boy. He quickly looked away when he noticed she was looking. "He wanted me to get inside of your head and see how you felt about him and then wanted me to get you to go over and dance with him." She said with a small shrug of her shoulders and Santana laughed as she nodded her head.

"Well now you know how I feel. I guess we should go over and dance with him now" she said and before taking a big sip from her beer before scooting out of her booth. Quinn immediately began to shake her head.

"No way. You go right ahead. I'll sit right here and watch." She said and Santana just laughed before she reached over and took Quinn's wrist. She pulled her out of her seat and with a roll of her eyes and Quinn allowed herself to be pulled out of her seat. She bit her lip and tried to ignore the rush of giddiness that filled her when Santana slid her hand down her wrist and into Quinn's hand. She gave it a squeeze as she pushed through a small group standing by the bar and over to Sam who grinned at the sight of Santana.

"So what song you want to dance to Sammy boy?" She asked as she looked over the jukebox. Sam stepped in close next to her and looked over her shoulder, pointing out a song that he thought was a good one. Quinn just bit at her lip from the other side of him while looking around the bar. She felt her hand become sweaty in Santana's and she was really hoping the other girl wouldn't notice. The song changed once Santana finally picked one and she turned towards Quinn. "Why's your hand so clammy Jail Bait? Worried the cops are going to take me away if we dance to close?" she asked as she spun Quinn around before pulling her back against her as she began to move her hips with the song.

"I wish they would." She scuffed as she looked back at her. She watched as Santana pulled Sam in close behind her but she could tell her brother wasn't happy with the way his dance with Santana was going. Quinn wanted to feel bad for him but she really couldn't when Santana kept running her hands up her thighs and over her hips as she brushed up against her back. There was no grinding involved or anything to serious but she knew she probably wasn't the only one to notice how Santana danced way closer to her then she did with Sam.

Sam lightened up eventually though and it wasn't before long that the three of them had taken over the whole small dance floor. They laughed with each other while spinning each other around and doing the goofiest dance moves Quinn had ever seen. They didn't care who was watching at the time. She'll probably care in the morning. They just had fun and Quinn couldn't remember the last time she laughed harder. The look of Santana smiling and laughing on that dance floor will forever be in graved in her head. She even had to admit that it was one of the best times she had with Sam in a long time too. They never hung out like they use too but tonight it was like they were kids again.

They had sat down for at least one more drink before Santana took them back home. She parked her truck were it had been and the three of them tried to quietly make their way through the dark house and to their rooms. Sam's room was first at the top of the stairs and he smiled as he whispered a soft goodnight to Santana before disappearing into his room.

"I think he had a good time." Santana whispered as she followed Quinn farther down the hall. Quinn only nodded her head as she stopped in front of her door and turned around to face her. "I mean. I'm sure when I have to break the news that we'll still be good friends after." She dropped her voice even lower as if she was afraid Sam would hear her down the hall.

Quinn only nodded her head as she crossed her arms. "Yeah. He'll get over it and find somebody new." She said with a nod and Santana nodded her head as she slipped her hands into her pockets. There was a beat of silence as they stared at each other. Neither one of them moved for what felt like forever and Quinn suddenly felt the urge to lean forward and kiss her. By the look on her face she could tell that Santana was thinking the same thing.

She could tell she was thinking the same thing by the way Santana kept looking down at her lips before licking her own. She was shifting on her feet slightly as if she wanted to take a step forward. Quinn found herself fighting the same urge. Her own eyes falling to Santana's plumped ones but still neither of them moved. It was like they was frozen in time.

Santana suddenly cleared her throat in the growing silence. "Well goodnight Jail Bait." She whispered before quickly making her way down the hall. Quinn watch Santana quickly disappear behind the white door of the guest room and it clicked shut softly behind her. She took in a deep breath before turning into her own room and closing the door behind her.

What the hell was that?

It had to have been the alcohol. She was pretty sure it was making her think that Santana wanted to kiss her. Just because she was gay didn't mean she was into Quinn. After all its clear as day now that when Santana has a crush on someone she acts the way she acted around Frannie and Santana never acted like that around her.

She groaned as she buried her face in her hands. She quickly took her shoes off and threw herself down onto her bed, burying her face into her pillow.

"Never drinking again."