Rachel sat there slack jawed and dumbfounded for a minute before nodding. "Of course, Quinn. That's not a big favor at all. I thought you needed me to take a slushy to the face for you or something." Rachel said with a half smile, knowing that she hasn't been slushied in about a year now. She was trying to make light of the situation. "Are you still going by Quinn? It's a unisex name, and I think you could actually make it quite masculine," Rachel mumbled quietly, resting a hand on Quinn's chest. "You really do clean up nice, Quinn."
Right as Quinn opened his mouth to respond to Rachel, he was swept aside by Santana, who pulled him into a kiss. He was shocked to say the least, given they had never kissed. He pulled back quickly, staring at Santana with a bewildered look. "Where the hell did that come from? Good morning to you too…" Quinn mumbled, backing away from Santana.
Rachel was fuming; of course she wouldn't say anything. She only wanted Quinn to be happy. This was a new feeling for her – when she was dating Finn, she only wanted to be with Finn, whatever the cost, even Quinn's happiness. Putting Quinn's happiness first, however, was something that was entirely new to her. As new as the feeling was though, it was also welcomed.
Quinn was digging through his locker to find his books, and Rachel was watching as his arms flexed under the weight of his history book. Quinn had always been toned, and with his shirt rolled up to his elbows, it put his strong forearms on display. She subconsciously licked her lips, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch his arm, and trace the muscle with her finger.
Her eyes moved to watch his face, and she wanted nothing more than to laugh. Santana was talking to Quinn about something or another, but Rachel could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't listening to a word she said. He tucked another book in his messenger bag, before leaning against the locker next to his, looking at Santana with a bored look.
"Are you ready to go to class?" He interrupted her, before pushing off of the locker, turning to his own to shut it. He didn't really wait for a response from Santana before heading in the direction of the class. He was mildly annoyed that she kissed him without his consent, to say the least. And to top it all off, he hadn't even enjoyed the kiss. It only upset him more to think that the first time she kissed him was in front of the whole school, and more importantly, in front of Rachel.
Quinn settled into his desk in class, and he pulled out a notebook. He glanced over at Rachel, who sat next to him at the lab table. He was scribbling down the title of the lesson. "How did you copy down the equation right, but I copied it down wrong?" He was teasing a little, trying to lighten the mood. "I thought I was the shoe in for valedictorian, not you." He bumped his shoulder against Rachel's, getting a smile from the brunette.
"Maybe because I am just magical." Rachel said with a smirk, reaching over to draw a star on Quinn's notes.
"Stars have always been your thing, haven't they?" Quinn inquired affectionately, running a finger over the lines of the star, from the bottom left point to the top, bottom right across to the left point, straight across to the right, and back down to the bottom left point. He traced this a few times, waiting for the lecture to start. With each completion of the circuit, his smile got just a bit bigger.
After the school day ended, Quinn made his way to one of the single stall bathrooms, changing into his cheerios uniform. He slicked his hair down, trying to make it look a bit more feminine, before popping his contact lenses in his eyes. He bit his lip, blinking away the tears at how he looked. He didn't like how effeminate he had to look. He set his jaw and made his way onto the field, a fierce look on his face. Either way, he was Quinn Fabray, and Quinn Fabray has been and always will be the High Bitch in Charge at McKinley High. That honor will never go to Santana Lopez, unless that is a decision he makes.
Once he made it on the field, he saw Santana lick her lips and give him a once over. She seemed more attracted to him now than when they were a "couple" during the day.
"Where have you been, Quinn?" Brittany asked her, coming up behind her.
"I've been here, B, you just haven't been able to see me, I guess." Quinn shrugged, looking up at the taller girl. "How have you been, Britt? I haven't seen you in a while though." Quinn wrapped her up in a hug, standing on tiptoe to reach her neck properly.
"I've been alright. But lately, Santana doesn't seem to want to hang out with me anymore. We were so close this summer, but now she doesn't want to be with me." Quinn's face fell, and he looked away from Brittany. "She's dating that new boy here. They say he's from New Jersey, but no one has actually gotten to ask him yet." Brittany sighed, looking at her feet. "I just miss my friend." Quinn nodded, placing his hand on Brittany's shoulder.
"I'll talk to her, Britt. Don't worry." Quinn swallowed thickly, before starting their practice. After practice was over, Quinn went over to Santana.
"Hey, San, can I get a ride home tonight?" He asked, picking up his duffel bag. "We need to talk. Brittany, she misses you and doesn't understand where you went."
"Yeah, I'll drive you home. Are you going to change before you go home? Because I would like to gets my mack on with my boyfriend, if you don't mind." Santana winked at Quinn, purposely side stepping the fact that Brittany misses her. Quinn just rolled his eyes and bade his way to the single stall bathroom to get changed again. Over his shoulder, he called out to Santana that he would meet her at her car.
Once they got settled into the car, Quinn decided to try and breach the subject again. "Look, San, she really misses you. She's not even bubbly anymore. What happened between you two this summer that would cause you to go running for the hills? The only thing you run from is….feelings." Quinn said slowly, all of it starting to make sense.
"I fell in love with her, okay, Q? I love her, but I am scared of what that means. She and I have been friends since we were in kindergarten, and now I am going to ruin everything with these stupid feelings. And I know the school won't take it well, and I know my Abuela won't take it any better. She raised me, Q. You know that." Santana's parents never were around much, mainly because they were both doctors. Both being doctors meant that while they were rich, they also spent a lot of long hours at the hospital, and when they weren't there, they were on call. As small of a town as Lima was, it seemed like the doctors Lopez were somehow always needed. That resulted in them pushing Santana off on her grandmother. She will still claim Lima Heights Adjacent even though she lived down the street from Quinn, because that's where her grandmother lived and if you asked her, that's where she grew up.
"Santana, you say that as if our school won't forget about you and Brittany as soon as they all find out I am trans." He shook his head, playing with his backpack strap. "I keep waiting for that shoe to drop. Rachel and her fathers went with me to get a binder yesterday, and with it on, I have never felt better in my life." Quinn admitted softly, glancing at the Latina.
"Look, we can't do this. You're in love with Brittany, and I am a mess myself." Quinn started off, licking his lips.
"Not to mention you're in love with the troll." Santana smirked, turning onto Quinn's street.
"Don't call her that." Was the first response out of Quinn's mouth. He didn't say anything else on the subject, because Santana pulled into his driveway. "Also, San, can we start using the pronouns he/him/his with me? I…I feel like it is the right next step for me."
Santana looked over at Quinn with a curious look on her face, but nodded. "Yeah. We can do that. You still going by Quinn?"
Quinn looked thoughtful for a minute before getting out of the car. He ducked down to talk to Santana. "I'm not quite sure yet." Quinn said quietly, before shutting the door and heading into his house.