Authors Note: Thanks to everyone for the feedback from chapter 10, I think I've got you more or less where I want you at least regarding Quinn, more surprises later and another authors note at the end of this chapter.
If I had been naming chapters, this would have been called "Revelations", hope you enjoy.
When Santana realized Quinn had left her to wrap Thursday's practice up without warning she was pissed and had every intention of giving the blonde a piece of her mind the next day. When she failed to turn up for classes on Friday, Santana's annoyance turned to concern. She couldn't remember the last time the blonde hadn't shown up without a good reason, even when she was pregnant her attendance had been near perfect. Worse calls from Santana and Brittany had gone unanswered and texts were never returned. So when school let out for the day, the pair skipped Glee and headed over to Quinn's house where they find Quinn's car parked, somewhat haphazardly, in the driveway.
It took ten minutes of pounding on the door and Santana's cursing, especially when Brittany started to get really worried and upset about Quinn, before the door was swung open by a tired and rumpled looking Quinn.
"Jesus Q" Santana said, "You look like shit."
As she pushes past the blonde, dragging Brittany by the hand into the living room with her, she hears Quinn mumble, "Well shit Santana; don't pull any punches."
After a few moments they hear the front door shut and Quinn shuffles into the room. Santana and Brittany have already made themselves comfortable on their favourite couch so Quinn settles down on one of the chairs.
"So what do you want?" she asks.
"We were worried about you" Brittany says.
"Well first I was pissed at you when you left me holding the can at practice yesterday" Santana corrects, "but yeah, I got worried when you didn't show up today. So what's got you so fucked up Q?"
"It's nothing."
"It's obviously not nothing" Santana rebuts, "especially when you skip school and look like you were still in bed at gone five in the afternoon."
Quinn shrugs and says nothing, she sits staring at the floor and playing with her fingers. Santana knows this mood, Quinn has something to say but she doesn't know how and she's trying to figure it out. If it were anyone else she'd already have lashed out and stalked away but Quinn and Santana don't do that to each other anymore, so they wait.
"You need to quit going after Rachel" Quinn finally says. She opens her mouth to say more but Santana interrupts.
"Is that what this is about?" Santana asks in disbelief.
"She told me what you've been doing and its freaking her out" Quinn says, ignoring Santana's interruption, "You're going to scare her off before Sectionals and Sue will go nuts if that happens."
"Damn Q, what has Coach said to you that's got you so worked up about that?" Santana asks.
"Nothing"
"Well you don't need to worry; no one can resist Auntie Tana's charm" she says confidently.
"You don't even care about her!" Quinn doesn't realize she's shot to her feet and is yelling at Santana, "She just another damn notch in your bedpost isn't she? You're fucking with her feelings just so you can get her in your bed!"
Santana looks like she's about to start shouting herself, until Brittany's soft voice interrupts.
"But you like her, don't you Q?" she asks.
Santana turns to look at Brittany, her mouth hanging open when she realizes what Brittany is implying. Quinn doesn't get the message though.
"Of course I do, once you get past the diva attitude and the weird sweaters, she's likeable enough."
"No, I mean you like like her." Brittany states, it's not a question.
"I don't know what you mean" Quinn says, deflating back into her chair.
"Don't lie to us Q," Santana demands, "Britt is never wrong and you know it, you really do like her don't you?"
"Fine! Yes, I do like like her." She declares.
Santana is staring at Quinn in shock, she'd had no idea that Quinn even liked the girl never mind actually had feelings for her. But suddenly a lot of things made a lot more sense, the way she'd been really nervous around the diva recently, the times Santana had caught Quinn staring or obviously not looking at her, heck even the two years of torture that had been Rachel's school life before joining Cheerios when Quinn had given the girl way too much attention for someone she was supposed to hate.
"But it doesn't matter." The blonde adds.
"Why?" Asks Santana
"Because she's straight."
"She told you that?"
"Indirectly" Quinn nods, "she said she wasn't interested in girls."
Santana turns and looks questioningly at Brittany.
"Bisexual" Brittany states assuredly.
"What?" Quinn asks confused.
"Rachel, she's bisexual" Brittany says.
Quinn looks back and forth between the two of them hope filling her chest for the first time since the conversation she had with Rachel, "She told you?"
"Nope" Santana replies, "Like I said, Britts knows this stuff, don't ask me how but she does. She told me you were gay a year ago."
Quinn shoots up from her chair. "I'm not gay!" she shouts and moves to storm past Santana and head upstairs to her room but her progress is stalled when Santana's hand closes around her wrist.
"Q, you just admitted to having feelings for another girl, you're not exactly straight either." Santana reasons, "It's nothing to be afraid of."
Quinn opens her mouth to reply but only emits a squeak. She shakes her head violently and pulls herself free from Santana's grip. She backs away, her mouth still working but apparently unable to say anything, then turns and charges upstairs to her room slamming the door behind her. The click of the lock turning echoes loudly through the house.
Santana watches her go, shaking her head sadly.
"What now?" Brittany asks after a moment.
"We help Quinn accept herself, then we help her get her girl" Santana says with certainty.
Brittany bobs her head for a few moments, thinking.
"I thought you wanted us to have Rachel?" She asks
Santana shrugs, "She'll make Quinn happy, that's more important."
Santana reaches out and takes Brittany's hand leading her to the front door, "Come on Britt, we have some planning to do and I needs to get my mac on first."
Quinn clicks the lock on her door shut and slumps against it. Gay? Was she really Gay? Her denial to Santana had been automatic, borne of years of indoctrination of her father's beliefs. She knew she had feelings for Rachel; she wanted to be with her as much as possible, to touch her, to hold her. The kiss they had shared and the feeling of waking up with the diva draped over her had haunted her dreams for the last week. But as weird as it sounded, she's never actually considered what those feelings meant.
Did it matter? If Rachel was straight anyway Quinn could never be more than her friend and Quinn wasn't sure she could do that. Brittany thought Rachel was bisexual so that would at least give Quinn a chance, a chance she was quite willing to admit she wanted, but was Brittany right? Quinn knew the other blonde had an awesome ability to read other people as easily as most would read a book, so there was a real possibility.
But Gay? Bisexual maybe? But then she'd never really been into Finn, he'd been more of a status symbol, or Puck who's just been a mistake. She'd never really felt any attraction to other girls though, sure she'd thought some were pretty and admired others but she couldn't think of another that she'd been attracted to. Maybe she was just Berry-sexual. She decides pretty quickly to not mention that option to Santana because she's pretty sure the Latino would have a field day with it.
And what would her mother say? Russel didn't matter directly since her mother had divorced him after he'd kicked Quinn out for getting pregnant, but her mother had lived under Russel's influence for long enough and she had done nothing when he'd kicked Quinn out, so how would she react to Quinn being anything other than straight?
Quinn spent hours sitting against the foot of her door, knees pulled up to her chest, with these thoughts running through her head. Finally she crawls in to bed to try and get some sleep and she dreamt dreams of Rachel.
Quinn spends much of Saturday thinking about the same things, she only left her room to eat but that didn't really matter since her mother was away for the weekend, again. Late at night she decides that she really needs to talk to someone about it and the only option she had for that right now was Santana. She sends off a text inviting the Latino and her girlfriend to come over and spend the next day by the pool, the forecast claimed it was going to be nice.
The front door bell chimes as Quinn finishes getting changed into her bikini so she heads downstairs expecting to open the door to Santana and Brittany. Except when she does open the door she finds Rachel.
"Oh, Hi Rachel" She says surprised
"Hi Quinn"
After a few moments of awkward silence Rachel adds, "Santana called and said you were having a pool party for some of the glee girls and invited me over. I can go though, if you…"
"No, no, that's ok, come in." Quinn says standing back from the door, "You're just the first to arrive. Can I get you a drink?"
A few minutes later Santana and Brittany arrive and, drinks in hand, they all head out to the pool. While Santana and Quinn settle themselves on the sun loungers, Brittany drags a not unwilling Rachel off to dive in to the pool. Quinn swallows as she watches Rachel pull off the light dress she was wearing revealing a very small bikini underneath and dives into the pool.
After a few minutes Santana breaks the amicable silence. "How are you doing Quinn?"
"I'm ok" she replies.
"Still not gay?"
"I don't know how to label it at the moment, or if I even want to." Quinn says quietly.
Santana nods and they lapse into silence again.
"How did you know you were gay?" Quinn asks suddenly, blushing as she realises how rude the question sounded.
"I'm not the best person to answer that Q" Santana replies, "It took me ten years of being in love with my soulmate before I got it through my thick skull."
"Soulmate?"
"Yeah" Santana nods gazing across the pool at Brittany. "Brittany loves everybody, it's who she is. I guess I'm just lucky she's in love with me."
The giggles of the girls in the pool break the silence as Santana and Quinn watch them splashing around.
"You can talk to me you know." Santana says carefully.
And that was all it took for Quinn to start talking.
"I can't stop thinking about her. When I get up in the morning I just want to see her and as soon as she's gone all I can think about is when I'll see her next. When I'm with her she makes me feel… things I just don't fully understand." She sighs. "Just seeing her makes my heart race and touching her feels like electricity. Her skin is so soft; it's like nothing I've felt before. And the dreams, oh God the dreams, I never knew you could come from just having a dream."
"You're having sex dreams about her?" Santana asks bluntly.
"Yes" Quinn answers without embarrassment, "But not just that, I've dreamt of a life with her. For the first time I can see myself spending my life with someone, going to university together, settling down, having children", her voice breaks a little on the last word, "everything. And I've never had that with Finn or anyone else."
"Are you ready for the fall out?" Santana asks, "If you get her, things will change. You know how small minded people around here and at school can be."
"If I waited until I was totally ready, I'd be waiting forever."
They pause again, still watching the pair in the pool.
"I'm proud of you Q" Santana says, "With your upbringing I would have thought you'd be freaking out about now. Avoiding her or ignoring her or just making her life hell and denying the truth."
"I guess I did, freak out I mean. I haven't really slept the last few nights, I can't stop thinking."
Santana nods, "There's a lot to think about."
"But last night, well I figured my two best friends are gay and their happy. Right?"
Santana nods, "Very"
"And you don't become gay; you just are gay or are not. I was brought up to believe God made me, so if he did and I'm gay, He must love me as much as anyone who's straight, right? Otherwise, what's the point?"
"So what do I do now?" Quinn asks.
"The way I see it you have two choices." Santana replies. "First you can ignore your feelings, find some guy you can pretend to love, settle down, pop out two point five children and wonder for the rest of your life what could have been." She pauses, "Or you can go get your girl and find out."
A lengthy silence falls between the two.
"I want to find out" Quinn says quietly.
Santana nods and there's short pause.
"Let's go get your girl."
Authors Note 2: A number of you were worried about one or both of the suggested threesomes or even a foursome happening, hopefully you get from this chapter that that isn't going to happen. So now were on to Faberry and Quinn going to get her girl. I doubt that task will be easy though, we'll have to wait and see...
