So don't be expecting updates this quickly all the time, I just have loads written (I kind of can't walk at the moment so I have nothing to do) and can't help myself.
Opening the door, I found Santana looking concerned and Brit, obviously in a daydream, stood next to her 'Hey.'
'S'up Q?' Santana nodded at me, not waiting for an invitation to enter the house, walking past me into the living room.
'Hey, Quinn.' Brittany bounced in and pulled me into a hug before I had time to react, I missed her.
'So...' I said now Brittany was sat with S on the armchair and I'd pulled myself onto the sofa.
'Where's your mom?' Santana asked, bluntly.
'Out.' I replied with the same tone, not actually knowing where she was. She was better now my dad has left, we've stopped going to church too but she still has spells where she starts drinking again. She stays out of the house when she drinks now though.
'When's she back?'
'Tomorrow?' A guess.
'Alright, so we should just hang out? Me and Brit are just going to stay over, okay?' I knew it wasn't really a question.
'Sure, but it's only Monday, we have school tomorrow.' When did I become this person?
'It's not like we're doing anything it's nearly graduation.' I know that look, she's up to something. She's never not but that's not the point, she's pleased about a plan she has.
'You brought alcohol didn't you?' Knowing her too well, a sleepover, Santana, alcohol.
'No...' Trying to be sly but it not working, at all.
'Yeah you did Sanny, you got that guy to buy us some, remember? You were gonna slip some in Q's drink.'
'I know, B but Q wasn't meant to.' Now she looked like a two year old who just lost their favourite toy.
'Oh, sorry.' Brittany is always so innocent.
'It's alright.'
'You were really just going to drug me?' I'm not really that surprised , just slightly annoyed.
'Well I figured you'd share more if you were drunk.'
'I can't didn't anything because of my meds but I think I'm ready to share just give it a while, okay.'
'Yay. I'm glad we're back. Friends.'
'Me too, Brit.' I grinned.
'Me too.' Santana replied after her girlfriend gave her a look.
…..
'Truth or Dare? That's the best you got?' This was totally her way of getting me to spill my guts, given her and Brit were going to with the amount of beer they've drank.
'Yes, now shh Miss Sober. We're getting our dares on.'
'I'll start.'
'Okay, go.' She was far too excited about this.
'S, truth or dare?'
'Truth.'
'When did you first think that you're gay?'
'Umm...when me and Brittany met, Freshman year. But you look back and guess that you always kind of knew.' She looked kind of nervous saying it, but it was sweet.
'Brit? Truth or dare?' Santana's go.
'Dare.'
'Kiss me.'
'Oh, please. Not again, you know this is the reason we separated before? You never wanted me around because you were to busy with each other and it's not that I mind that you're together. You're meant to be but if you could cool it around me I'd appreciate it.'
'I'm sorry, Q. We didn't realise.' Santana replied for both of them.
'I know it's fine. Truth or dare S?'
'Dare.' She smirked.
'You're not allowed to touch B for the next hour.' My turn to smirk.
'Okay...' she and Brit frowned.
'Q, truth or dare?'
'Dare.'
'Oh good.' she smirked, not good. ' Call Rachel and apologise.' I picked up my phone reluctantly and searched her name. I do feel bad, I guess.
'This is part of the plan right?' Brittany asked Santana and to be honest I didn't really mind, they'd always had secrets and I guess this is one of them.
'Yeah, B.' She began to lean into Brittany.
'Hey, no touching!' Santana pulled away and muttered something in Spanish under her breath.
I pressed the call button and Rachel picked up on the second ring.
'Quinn..?'
'Hey... I just wanted to... you know? Say sorry.'
'It's perfectly okay Quinn.'
'No it's not Rach. I panicked and tuck it out on you and I shouldn't have. And I made you feel bad and I shouldn't have and I feel horrible and I just wish it hadn't happen. And it's worse because you just broke up with your boyfriend and I should be there for you and I wasn't there all weekend and you've just been by yourself and I feel so bad. Oh and thank-you for taking me to the doctor and for inviting me into house and I know you might hate me forever but give me a sec- another chance? '
'Of course you can have another chance. What were you panicking about?'
'I can't tell you yet, but we'll talk soon, okay? Are you still picking me up for school tomorrow?'
'Sure, I'd love to pick you up. Thank-you for calling I was worried about you.' The smile evident in her voice.
'...Thanks, I'm okay, I was worried. Santana and Brittany are here so I should probably go. I'll see you tomorrow, Rach.'
'Good. I'm okay though. Goodnight, Quinn.'
She hung up first.
'That went well, huh?' Santana commented, obviously noticing my smile.
'Shut it Lopez. Truth or dare, Brit. Brit?'
'Shh, she's asleep.' she whispered, not that it matter because Brittany slept like a child.
'Oh, well I'll let off the cuddling then.' I leant back on the sofa, getting comfortable lying down, we'd probably fall asleep down here now B was asleep. 'San, you know I meant it before, you two are really an amazing couple, it tuck a while for it to happen though, right? You're just so much happier now and I like it, she's so good for you.'
'You had to go and get all emotional on me, didn't you? I know that she is, she's the best thing to ever happen to me and I never want to let her go.' That's cute, everyone already knows how much Brittany means to Santana.
Sensing that she wouldn't want to talk about this further 'So, truth or dare?'
'Truth.'
I might as well go for it. 'Do you think that Rachel would ever date a girl?'
'When did it happen? When did it finally click?' I guess, Santana knew the signs, she dealt with it all herself and damn the girl had great gaydar, like find random lesbians in the mall good and there was proof, they'd usually meet up with their girlfriend or something. It was actually quite entertaining.
Here goes freaking nothing.
'We...We were at her house after we'd seen the doctor and we were watching a movie and … I fell asleep... and ...she... I .. I had a dream about her and it all was just … obvious then and she woke me up and I thought about all that's happened in the last week, us being you and Brittany and then I thought about before. I was horrible to her... I hated her because she made me feel something and all ...everything was just too much so I snapped. I was brought up with church San, it was wrong, it was all wrong. I couldn't be ...that.'
' ...So this dream? It was super hot right?' Wow, when did Santana start knowing me so well, knowing that I needed to laugh right then and for her not to go all serious. 'I had a dream about Berry once, it was all kinds of hot. She started to -'
'Woah, I don't want to hear it!' She burst out laughing, then realising Brittany was asleep on her shoulder, covered her mouth but continued to laugh, probably at my face.
'It was a nice dream, nothing like that happened...'
'Oh, sure, I believe you.'
'In all seriousness, thank-you. I needed to tell someone.'
'I know you did, told you I knew you well, plus Brittany said you were in love the first day you saw her, she's a genius like that.'
'So..like all this time? Since...? Why didn't you tell me?'
'Why do you think? You would have gone all crazy on us like punk crazy or something, you have to figure it out on your own. It's just how it works.'
'I guess, I always knew you liked B a bit more than is normal for a best friend and didn't tell you because of that. I really did miss this, us hanging out.'
'Me too but you have to start walking again, you know? So we can get drunk of our heads 'cause drunk Quinn makes me laugh.'
'I'll try.'
'And you'll do it. Just like we're going to get Rachel to admit her feelings for you.' I can't believe I forgot that Santana had a heart, other than for Brittany,
'You really think she...'
'Yep, no sweat Q. Me and Brit already have a plan , having you on our side makes it so much easier, we'll start tomorrow.' A plan? I'm kind of scared right now but it's Santana, you should probably always be scared, just to be safe.
'Okay, goodnight, S.'
'Night, Q.'
