Santana watched as Sue yelled at her campers through a bullhorn. She sat cross legged on the grass, she pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and looked at the calendar. Brittany comes home in two days; in three days she's going to have to deal with the fact she never really ended anything with Brittany, they just left it as a possibility when she gets tired of Mike.
Now, she's in this weird limbo place with Quinn. She jumped as her phone vibrated in her hand.
How's it going?-Quinn
Santana smiled when she read the message, she flipped out the keyboard and pressed her fingers into the keys.
It's hot.
Your hot.
Not like that! It's hot out here and Sue's being a bitch about allowing the kids to drink water.
Oh. Your hot, too.
Sry she's being crazy. What else is new. Carlos is picking you up btw.
Santana scrunched her face, she liked it when Quinn picked her up from work. Why?
You totally just made your mad face, didn't you?
Shut up. Why aren't you picking me up? Do you have something better to do?
Yes...
Well, no. But, I have to stay late.
Fine. Be that way.
Maybe, I'll make it up to you later...;)
Santana shivered as she read the last text, they hadn't been together since that first time three days go. It hasn't been for lack of trying, but Santana's mother had been home for the first day after they had sex. Then last night, Carlos was being needy and whined until they agreed to watch Fight Club with him. When the movie ended they had to manoeuvre the man onto the couch after he passed out from drunkenness. After he was settled, Quinn slipped into the bedroom while Santana lingered on the first floor. She sat down next to her brother and watched him for a few minutes. She loved her family, they were all she had; but she was frightened of the fact they would disown her in a heartbeat if they found out the truth. When Santana finally came upstairs, Quinn could tell she was no where near in the moodso she just pulled the Latina into her arms.
Santana walked over to her brothers after she punched out for the day. She slid in against the leather, wincing as the leather tugged against her bare back.
"Dude, sis. Put on a shirt." Carlos scoffed, Santana leaned down and grabbed a wife-beater out of her cheerios bag and threw it over her.
"Happy?"
"Yes, though it's not much better. I mean seriously, you look like a dyke." He said, as he pulled out of the camp. Santana froze and clenched her fists trying to to react. "I mean it's bad enough your still playing soccer and doing that stupid show choir thing at school. At least you have to wear your uniform everyday at school or the entire town would think you wanted to be a dude or something."
"What the hell." Santana questioned, her jaw clenched. "What the hell is that for, I do nothing but take care of everything for you and mom and your picking on me for no reason. Also, there is nothing wrong with the way I dress."
"Whatever, your lucky dad's not around to see you."
"Screw you, too bad dad's not around to see you and mom drink yourselves to oblivion every-night." Santana spat, slamming her door once she got out of the car. She went straight up to her room and hopped into the shower, after she scrubbed off the layers of sweat and dirt from the day she wrapped herself in a towel and walked back into her bedroom. When she walked in Quinn was sitting on the bed holding a mocha frappichino.
"Hey." Quinn smiled, as her eyes roamed over Santana's body.
"Hey." Santana replied, walking over to the blonde. Quinn held the coffee drink up and Santana bent down to suck on the straw. "So good."
"Told ya I'd make it up." Quinn giggled, as she traced the hem of the towel with her fingers.
"That you did." The latina smiled, putting the cup down on the side table and leaned down to press her lips against Quinn's. "You taste like apples." Santana points out, as she licks her own lips.
"Went shopping with Mercedes and Kurt." Quinn replied.
"Ah." Santana said as she pulled away and walked over to her dresser. She pulled open the drawer and looked in it, all she had for pyjamas was boy's pants or boxers and tank tops.
"what's wrong?" Quinn asked, noticing the girls changed attitude. Santana turns around and leans against the dresser.
"Carlos." Santana sighed, "He was being a dick earlier. He said I dressed like a dude."
"No you don't." Quinn responded. "You dress like you."
"Yeah, but my entire drawer is boys clothing. He said I look like a dyke." She whispered, Quinn quickly walked over to her and cupped her cheek.
"There is nothing wrong with the way you dress." the blonde reassured, "Plus, I know for a fact your all girl." she winked, as she slid her hands over the towel.
Santana blushed, before leaning in and kissing Quinn.
"I should change and go make dinner." Santana whispered as she pulled away. Quinn grumbled and pouted, "You can help." Quinn smiled at that, Santana normally let people help her in the kitchen. She pulled on a pair of lounge pants and threw on a black tank top before picking her coffee drink back up and walking down into the kitchen.