A/N: Hey guys, here's next part. It's a bit of a filler really but I hope you like it. I tried something new at the beginning with the whole facebook chat thingy, please let me no what you think of it. The little miss sunshine thing is something I do, I realized I'm projecting myself on Quinn but hey, I like the character lol. Thank you so much for al the alerts and subscriptions and reviews, they really mean a lot to me. I saw last night's episode and I cracked up during the entire thing! It was hilarious, especially Mercedes and Lauren. As always, enjoy.
Rachel sat on her bed bored out of her mind. Aunt Millie had gone out for a coffee with Mrs. Fabray and it looked like it was going to be a while before she came home. Her hand was doing better, the pain had lessened considerably over the past couple of days and her appointment with Dr. Albright was scheduled for next week. What to do on a boring weekend Rachel? She decided she'd log on to facebook just to pass the time.
Quinn: So, you were bored too huh?
The petite brunette smiled as soon as the blonde messaged her.
Rachel: Kind of. Aunt Millie left for the bonding experience hours ago! What could they possibly be talking about?
Quinn: Oh you mean the coven? They are exchanging potion recipes.
Rachel: hahaha dork!
Quinn: o.O That's what I get for trying to make you laugh? Mean!
Rachel: Awww…sorry.
Quinn: …
Rachel: It was a joke!
Quinn: …
Rachel: Quinn Fabray!
Quinn: "It was a joke!"
Rachel: Oh, I see, you're making fun of me. I might decide to keep the present Aunt Millie told me to give you from the editorial. It sort of caters to your inner dork.
Quinn: You wouldn't!...What is it?
Rachel: I think I just might hold on to it. It's a box set of The Lord of the Rings.
Quinn: Oh, I already have the trilogy so better luck next time Berry.
Unbeknownst to the blonde, the older Berry had gotten the extended version of the saga. Apparently it was limited edition and since Millie knew how much of a geek Quinn really was she thought she would like them. After all, she was always getting cool stuff with her old position and now it had just gotten better.
Rachel: Oh yeah, I forgot. I guess I thought differently because these are the special extended versions. My bad.
Quinn: They're what? Oh come on! Can I have them? Pretty pleeeeeeeeease? I'm sorry.
Rachel: Sorry for what?
Quinn: For whatever it is that I need to be sorry for so that you give me those movies.
Rachel: It doesn't count; you're just saying that to get the DVD's.
Quinn: You are going to make me beg? I warn you I will; I've been asking my mother for those for ages!
Rachel: Dork! Relax, these aren't exactly my cup of tea…I'm more of a musical kind of girl remember? Hey do you want to have a marathon of these? Or…something? You know, enlighten me like with Star Wars?
Quinn: I'll bring the popcorn.
Rachel: Maybe you should invite Santana too. I saw her crying after Glee on Friday.
The small brunette couldn't believe that she was willingly giving up alone time with the blonde but the Latina really looked sad. Besides, she had started to form some sort of friendship with her too so she was worried.
Quinn: She was? No wonder she won't answer my texts. I'll swing by her house to see if she wants to come with. I'll be at Casa de la Berry in about 20 minutes, is that okay?
Rachel: I'll be waiting.
Quinn Fabray is offline
It took the diva a couple of minutes to freak out and start fussing over what she was going to wear. Why are you doing this Rachel? That warm and fuzzy feeling she felt whenever she spent time with the blonde had to mean something right? Get real, even if it did….DOES!...fine, even if it does she most certainly doesn't reciprocate…you're just friends so don't ruin it! But the almost-kiss! The back and forth in her head was making her get a migraine so she opted for a pair of form fitting jeans and a white t-shirt and sat down to wait for her friend.
Quinn arrived at the Lopez household and saw that the Latina's car was parked in the garage. Nobody else appeared to be home so she went up to the front door and rang the doorbell. When nobody answered she groaned. Normally, she'd just assume that Santana was sleeping or something but Rachel had seen the girl crying and if she recalled correctly the fiery Latina never cried. She sighed and bent down to retrieve the spare key that was hidden beneath a flowerpot. This is soooo trespassing. If you are up in your room doing your nails and being all Bitchy McQueen I'll hurt you San.
"San?" The blonde called out once she was inside the house.
Quinn heard rustling coming from the kitchen and headed there. Someone was rummaging in the fridge. "Hey San, are you o…kay?"
The refrigerator door closed to reveal a surprised Sam Evans wearing only his boxers. Now this has got to be taken out of some teen flick. No way this is happening to me. "Quinn, w…what are y-you doing here?"
At that Quinn actually snorted. "Well, I was here to check on Santana and don't worry, I won't bother asking what you're doing here, it's pretty damn obvious."
The look on his face was priceless. His eyes were as wide as saucers and he had the decency to walk behind the counter to cover his state of undress as much as possible. The blonde was surprised to realize that his cheating on her didn't make her angry as she thought it would, or should. "This isn't what it looks like, I promise."
At that moment, the Latina chose to come into the kitchen. "What the hell is taking you so long Evans? Just take the food, eat it and go." The girl froze once she saw the blonde girl standing in her kitchen too. "Q…"
Okay maybe she was a little mad at the fact that he cheated on her with one of her friends. "Hello, Santana. Having some fun with my boyfriend I see."
"Quinn, I can explain." Sam tried.
The girl put a hand up to cut off anything he was going to say. "Don't bother. I don't want to hear any of it. I don't care."
"Yeah, that much I gathered! You don't give a fuck about me! I've been nothing but a good boyfriend to you Quinn, I understood about the no intimacy thing and I kept my mouth shut about it. But then, to have you ignore me on top of that? I am a guy, you know? I have needs and Santana just happened to be there. I love you….she…she means nothing!" He said that last part looking disdainfully at the Latina who was sitting curled up on the floor clearly fighting the urge not to cry.
The blonde was left speechless at his little rant. Then, a small sob from her friend brought her to action and she stepped towards the boy and slapped him, hard. "Santana is in this very room with you so if you're not mature enough to take some responsibility for you actions at least don't be a complete jerk about it. And seriously "I have needs"? Have you been hanging out with Puck that much?"
His anger seemed to subside a bit. "But…Quinn…I…"
"Seriously! Get the hell out! I'm done!" The blonde gestured with a hand between the both of them. "We're done!"
With that the boy was wise enough to shut up and go upstairs to get his clothes. When they were left alone the first one to break the silence was the brunette. "Quinn, I'm…I'm sorry."
Quinn turned to look at her sharply and understood that this was so much more than Santana just wanting to be a bitch and sleep with her boyfriend. She dropped to her knees beside her friend and hugged her. "San, what are you doing?"
The girl couldn't keep it in any longer and held on to her friend tightly. "I don't know Q, not anymore."
They waited a few minutes until they heard the front door slam shut. They stood up and Quinn sent a text to Rachel letting her know what had happened and that they would have to take a rain check on that marathon. The brunette understood and told her to tell Santana that she was there if she needed her as well. Meanwhile, the Latina went up to change.
"So S..." Quinn started taking a seat in one of the couches. "…spill it. I know there's something big bothering you. Rachel saw you crying on Friday and you didn't even bitch at Sam for saying what he said."
"I told her I loved her…Brittany" The Latina said slumped in the couch opposite to the blonde. She kept her gaze downwards and only the slight shaking of her shoulders betrayed the fact that she was crying.
Quinn's eyes widened. "You told Brit you loved her? But I thought that would be a good thing."
Santana sighed. "I told her I loved her and she said that she loved me too but that she didn't wanna hurt Artie and that if she ever breaks up with him and I happen to be waiting for her then she's all mine."
The blonde didn't know what to say to that. Santana and Brittany's relationship had always been complicated. The Latina had always said that sex wasn't dating and that she loved the blonde dancer as just a friend but Quinn always suspected there were deeper feelings there. She didn't agree with the way the brunette handled things but Brittany seemed to be settling for anything she could get as long as she had Santana with her. Until that is, the duets competition. Something Santana had said actually made Brittany mad and the whole situation ended in her becoming Artie's girlfriend. It was an odd pairing and admittedly, Quinn never thought they'd last this long. And now, to hear that the blue-eyed dancer had actually rejected Santana was simply crazy.
The Latina snorted. "Left you speechless too huh? It took me a lot to say it and I understand that it also took me for-fucking-ever but she was so insistent that I actually thought that maybe…"
Quinn stood up and sat next to her friend, she didn't really know what to do so she opted to just hug her tight for the second time that night. Santana lost it for real this time and started sobbing into her shoulder. "It's going to be okay." At least I hope it is.
"Hey, what is going on with you? There was a time when you would have me sacrificed to the slushie gods of McKinley for sleeping with your boyfriend and now you're here comforting me." The Latina suddenly remarked pulling back and gently disentangling herself from the embrace. Quinn knew that it was only to detach herself from the emotional environment they were in. Santana wasn't good with emotions and she knew better than to push so she let her be, if the Latina wanted to talk she'd do it on her own terms.
"Well, I'm not too happy about that but I actually benefitted from it. I got to break up with him for a valid reason." Quinn said smiling. Now that she thought of it she didn't have to look for an excuse to end things with Sam.
"And you would want to break up with Evans becaaaaaause?"
It was the blonde's turn to be shy and try to change the subject. "I don't know. He was boring."
The Latina cocked her head to the side and observed her friend for a moment. "There's someone else isn't it?"
Quinn crossed her arms and tried to look nonchalant, she failed. "What? No! Of course not."
The blonde cheerleader could tell that she wasn't fooling her friend. Her voice was an octave higher than usual and she could feel her face blushing as she spoke. The Latina blinked a couple of times while the blonde cheerleader found something interesting in the hem of her t-shirt. "It's Rachel isn't it?"
Hazel eyes widened impossibly and the blush that previously only tinted her cheeks lightly now reached her hairline. "What! No! Rachel and I are just friends!"
The brunette raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Are you? Come on Q, talk to Santana. I know I've seen you staring at her ass more times that I could count."
"I do not!" Quinn defended herself.
"Do to! It's either that or her legs. Though I can't really blame you for that, I mean they are extremely long for her height and incredibly sexy." Santana smirked at the blush that deepened impossibly. This really was too easy.
Once she was able to control it, Quinn remained silent staring off into space. Her brunette friend let her, knowing that she was just coming to a huge realization. Sure, the girl might have been aware of her attraction to the petite starlet but to outright admit it was a whole different story. "I…I…"
"Come on Q, use your words. You know I won't judge you. I would be the biggest hypocrite if I did and I may be a lot of things but hypocrite is not one of them."
"I have a crush on Rachel Berry!" The blonde said it with a panicked look on her face and seemed to be quite breathless despite the small length of the message.
Santana hugged her amused. "There, that wasn't so bad was it?"
"I'm so glad you find this whole ordeal amusing." Quinn said playfully nudging her with her shoulder. Silence fell between them for a second.
"That's because it is my dear Q. So, does she know?"
Quinn gasped. She hadn't really given it much thought to a scenario where she disclosed her true feelings for the brunette out of fear. The fact that both of Rachel's dads had been gay didn't equate to her being comfortable with Quinn professing her undying love with a song or whatever, right? "Of course not. What if she freaks out and doesn't want to be my friend anymore."
Santana actually snorted at the look on Quinn's face. God this was golden! She couldn't recall a time where the blonde had blushed so much or been so flustered. "Relax! You're going to give yourself a heart attack. And, since I'm your friend I'll share a crucial piece of information with you so you won't worry."
"What information?"
Santana smiled knowingly at her friend's barely concealed anticipation. "While you are busy looking at her ass and legs I actually pay attention to her, well not specifically her but the rest of the world you know?"
Quinn arched an eyebrow. Santana didn't want to admit it but she was certain that the Latina actually liked the petite diva now that she was able to interact with her a little more. It was part of the Berry charm as far as the blonde cheerleader was concerned. "Just admit you like her."
The fiery brunette looked at her in disbelief. "I do not! I tolerate her, which is different. Now do you want the dirt or not?"
Quinn sighed and brought her legs up to sit Indian style on the couch, getting ready for whatever Santana was going to throw her way. She motioned with her hand for her friend to go on. "She makes moony eyes at you when she knows you aren't looking. You know? Like she did with Hudson."
"No she doesn't." The blonde retorted, she was sure her friend was just messing with her.
"She does! I'm serious; she even looks at your legs whenever you walk by. She secretly worships Coach Sylvester for making us wear the skirts all the time."
"Oh wow."
"And, I'll leave you to ponder that. What do you want for dinner? Actually you know what? I'll just whip something up and you'll love it like you love everything I cook. You can sleep over if you want." With that, Santana retreated to the kitchen to start on dinner.
To say that Quinn was happy would be an understatement. Hope could do that to you and now, the blonde was hopeful. She knew it wasn't wise to trust what Santana told her to be true, not to say she didn't trust her friend, but to automatically equate that to Rachel being attracted to her to was a little too much. Wishful thinking is what it is Fabray, only wishful thinking. As soon as that thought went through her head, her cell phone vibrated in her pocket indicating a new text message. She couldn't help the grin that broke out on her face when she saw it was from Rachel.
I don't mean to appear "stalkerish" but I'm worried about Santana. Is everything okay? –R
Everything is fine now; she'll get through it. She's cooking dinner as we speak and (don't ever tell her I told you this) it's therapeutic for her. –Q
Wow, Santana Lopez likes to cook? We'll have to trade recipes. Don't worry your secret is safe with me. –R
"Aw, that's cute, you get all smiley when she texts you." Santana smirked from the kitchen doorway. She was wearing an apron that said 'Kiss the chef' and a kitchen rag hung over her shoulder. In short, she looked nothing like the bitchy cheerleader.
"She asked if you were okay. She's that nice and you are going to have to admit to liking her sooner or later." The blonde asked from her position on the couch. She kept fiddling with her phone composing her reply.
The Latina nodded her head in agreement. She knew that Rachel had every right to hate them but she didn't seem to, that was also part of the evidence that made de cheerleader think that smurfette had the hots for Juno. "I admit she is weird. We tormented her forever and she seems to have forgiven us very fast. I know I would've made us sweat a little and maybe even grovel."
"She's been through a lot lately…" Quinn didn't know if Rachel was ready to tell about her dads just yet. It saddened her that nobody in the club, or the rest of McKinley population for that matter, had noticed her so sad or even cared to ask about her family. So, she backtracked and tried to cover her slip up. "…I've learned to not question it. I'm just glad she forgave me and that's it."
"You're so smitten with her it's not even funny." Santana said turning around to the kitchen.
The blonde's 'you're one to talk' died I her throat, she figured it would be highly insensitive with the current status of the Brittany situation. She stood up and yelled to her friend. "Whatever, are we watching the movie while we eat?"
"What the hell kind of question is that Fabray? Of course we are watching it. Set it up and come help me with some of this." The brunette yelled back.
Quinn stood up and set the DVD with Little Miss Sunshine. It was their little ritual, whenever one of them was feeling down they'd watch it and try to forget about things a bit. The blonde just hoped that this time, Santana would be able to forget though it was unlikely when it came to Brittany. She also answered Rachel's last text before entering the kitchen to see what her friend would have her do that wouldn't jeopardize their physical integrities.
I know it is. Well, I'm off to try and help her without burning down the house or loosing a finger or something. I'll talk to you later. xoxo –Q
Santana was working on the counter while making a simple salad when Quinn entered the kitchen. "I'm happy for you Q, I really am. But I just have something to say."
"What is it S?"
"Do things right. Don't hurt her or it'll end up hurting you as well." They both worked in comfortable silence after that knowing that there was nothing much to add.