AN: Cheers for reaching 100 reviews. Kisses to all of you.
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Present Day
The ride back to Lima is quiet. Quinn keeps her eyes on the road and lets her mind travel a hundred miles per hour in silence. Rachel shoots concerned glances to the girl between pauses in texting with Danielle on her phone, but doesn't say anything when the blonde would suddenly shake her head. She knows Quinn is battling with herself. It's exactly what she and Danielle are talking about.
Once the sign for welcoming in Lima becomes visible, Rachel lets out a long sigh. The sky is dark and it's way past midnight.
"What's wrong?" Quinn asks, shooting a quick glance to the girl.
"Santana is probably still up and waiting for me," Rachel says worriedly.
Quinn's eyes widen in realization. "You live with her."
The brunette nods. "She has that huge house all to herself. My fathers thought it would be best if I were to accompany her there."
Quinn bites back the instinctual remark about the girl having two fathers. Instead, she says, "My parents are probably already asleep."
Rachel hums in agreement. "Why don't you stay for the night?"
Quinn hits the brake harshly and they both get pushed forward. Thankfully, they are wearing seatbelts.
"What the hell, Quinn?" Rachel growls out, as she tries to calm her heart.
"We're here," the blonde says, motioning to the mansion with wide eyes.
Rachel watches her cautiously. "Are you coming to stay over?"
"I don't think that's wise." Quinn is sure it isn't. Santana is yet to give her an answer and she doesn't want to bombard the girl with her presence in her own house, even if it's by Rachel's request.
Rachel grins at her. "She's fine with it," she says while holding out her phone. Quinn squints and she can see the message vividly.
"You're sneaky," she comments. Rachel just shoots her a cheeky grin in response.
Rachel opens her mouth to reply, but she gets interrupted by a light rapping on Quinn's window. The blonde clutches her heart in an effort to calm her thundering heart as she turns around. Santana shoots her an apologetic look. Quinn rolls her window down once she's sure her heart rate is back to normal.
"You're staying over, right?" Santana asks. Quinn nods dumbly in response. "Lovely. I'll open up the gate." With that, she runs off to click something from the other side of the wall, and the gate opens. Rachel motions for Quinn to drive the car into the house, which she does.
Quinn parks Rachel's car in the empty garage. She walks out to see Santana opening Rachel's door for her. Quinn couldn't help but smile at the chivalrous gesture.
Santana spots her and pouts. "Why did you get out already? I wanted to open your door for you and be all gentlemanly and stuff."
This time, Quinn really couldn't stop her grin. "Do you want me to go back in?" Santana nods enthusiastically as she moves to the driver's side of the car. Quinn comes back inside the car and closes the door, crossing her arms over her chest expectantly. The brunette opens the door for her with a grin. Quinn bites back her lip to try and hide her smile, but she ultimately fails. Santana holds out her hand for the blonde to take.
"How very gentlemanly of you," Quinn teases as she takes the hand offered to her, and allows the girl to help her out of the car.
Santana grins. "I'm nothing if not chivalrous."
Rachel rolls her eyes at the two, but doesn't let her attention stray far from her phone. "If you're done making the sexual tension around thicker, I'd actually like to show Quinn her room."
Quinn blushes at the comment while Santana frowns. The brunette glances at the other girl's hand. "Who are you texting?"
The blonde's blush slowly subsides as she grins devilishly. "Is it that girl from earlier?"
"What girl?" Santana demands, taking on a protective tone.
Rachel shoots Quinn a glare, while waving Santana off. "It's no one."
Santana doesn't waver. "Now I'm sure it's not no one."
"Her name is Danielle," Quinn quips, her grin growing when Rachel's death glare grows colder.
The taller brunette's eyes narrow. "Rachel."
The girl in question gives her an innocent look. "What? Why are you suddenly concerned in who I text?"
"Because you never text, Rach," Santana deadpans.
"Never?" the blonde asks, suddenly curious.
Santana shakes her head, never taking her eyes off of her best friend. "She believes they are a waste of time. Rather, she believed."
Rachel sighs in exasperation. "Whatever. Quinn probably wants to go to sleep now," she shoots a pleading glance at the blonde who just smiles gleefully.
"Not really. I'm very interested in this."
Rachel's jaw slacks. "Really, Quinn?" The two others nod. "Ugh, fine. So I've been texting Dani. Big fucking deal."
"Dani, huh?" Santana says. "Is she good, Quinn?"
The blonde shrugs. "I'm not sure. We didn't really talk much."
This causes Santana to narrow her eyes into slits. "Talk," she orders Rachel.
The girl valiantly tries to maintain eye contact with Santana and maintain her stubborn stand, but when the taller girl arches an eyebrow, she sighs. "Her name is Danielle Miller. She's seventeen years old. She's a budding musician and artist. God, Santana, you should have seen her paintings and heard her sing."
Santana's features soften upon hearing her best friend gush. "Well, well. What do we have here? Are you smitten with someone, Rachel Barbara Berry?"
The girl has the decency to blush and nod. Quinn grins widely at the admission. Santana seems absolutely ecstatic.
"Go to your room, young lady," she playfully scolds.
Rachel rolls her eyes at her friend's antics but goes nonetheless, leaving Santana and Quinn smiling in the garage. They sit in comfortable silence, until Quinn finally asks the question playing on her mind.
"Are you okay with all this?"
"With Rachel liking a girl? Of course," Santana answers.
Quinn rolls her eyes. "You know that's not what I'm talking about, but that's good to know."
"Well, what are you talking about?"
"Me staying over. Are you okay with it? Is Kayleigh okay with it?"
The brunette shrugs. "I don't know."
Quinn gapes at her. "You didn't ask her?"
"Why should I?"
"She's your girlfriend."
"So?"
Quinn rolls her eyes so hard that she's sure they already rolled to the back of her head. "So? She's your girlfriend. She has the right to know these things."
"I'll tell her if she asks," Santana dismisses.
"But-"
Santana sighs and holds up a finger to halt the girl. "Will something happen between us? No." Santana shrugs. "I trust Kayleigh to trust me."
Quinn bites her lip at the word. She could see Santana spitting out those hateful words at her vividly. It hurt, but she buried it away. She deserves it. So she nods, and follows the brunette inside her home.
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Quinn sits down on the fluffy bed. It's soft and it almost feels as if she's being engulfed by the pearl white mattresses. She can't help but grin.
"So," Santana breathes out. She's leaning on the doorframe to the guest bedroom Quinn has been assigned in. Rachel's room is just down the hall, and the two could hear her muffled voice probably talking to Dani on the phone. Quinn hasn't been in before, but she knows Santana's room is in the upperfloor.
"So?"
Santana bites her lip in hesitation. "I have an answer."
Quinn audibly gulps. "And?"
Santana nods to herself. "I'll give you a chance," Quinn grins. "But," Santana adds with a finger held up. "You're going to help me with something."
Quinn nods eagerly. "Anything."
"I want you to help me propose to Kayleigh."
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AN: Umm, what?
Anyway, I know I said longer chapters, but this seemed like a fitting place to end the chapter. Also, to the Danchel part of this one, I have no idea what I was thinking as I wrote that. A crackship maybe? I dunno!
Next update will probably be tomorrow after I finish this stupid essay we have to write for Communications class.
Also, can we talk about Dani's part in Roar? Did not expect that. :')
