A/N: FIRST THING'S FIRST! OMG so I got a couple reviews pointing out that kept saying Quinn had blue eyes :O No one told me sooner?! I used to think Quinn's eyes were blue, ya see, (I know, I'm a bad fan) so when I found they were hazel I did my best to like remember that in my writing. So I guess half of the story ended up saying blue, and the other half was hazel lol! I changed it in Chapter 10, and I will make sure I don't do it anymore! Sorry you guys! Anyway...

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Chapter 11-The Lopez Family

Quinn was very happy to be Santana's girlfriend. She knew it was perfect, they were meant to be together. It'd been a couple weeks since they came out to the campus. Word had passed through quickly, but many people didn't know them, so it wasn't much of a big deal.

Some of the cheerleaders chose to be prejudice, but most people at NYU were supportive of the girls' relationship. Santana and Quinn went everywhere together, except for when they had separate classes. They're hands were always clasped together, and they constantly got lost in each other's eyes.

In this moment, they were laying on the floor, leaning against pillows they'd propped up against Santana's bed, watching a movie on Quinn's laptop. Well, they were supposed to be watching it. Santana was lost in Quinn's hazel eyes, and Quinn in Santana's dark, brown ones.

"You have beautiful eyes, Q," Santana whispered before she broke their eye contact and leaned her head against the blonde's shoulder, snuggling herself closer to her girlfriend. Quinn wrapped her arm around the other girl, kissing her softly on her head. The dorm was silent except for the quiet movie playing on the laptop.

Santana spoke again suddenly, "Have you told your parents?" That caught Quinn off guard. Actually, she hadn't spoken to her mom since her birthday. So no, her mom didn't know about her new relationship. She had no contact with her dad, so he didn't matter at all.

Quinn realized that she actually hadn't actually spoken to any of her friends from Ohio for a while. She didn't really feel the need to. As of late, the only person she ever wanted to be around or talk to was her amazing, beautiful girlfriend.

"Nope," Quinn answered finally. "Have you?"

Santana shook her head. "I need to though." Quinn didn't say anything. It was Santana's decision. "I need to call them. And my Abuela."

Quinn knew that the Latina was very close with her grandmother. She often talked to the older Latina on the phone, more so than her parents. "How do you think they'll take it?"

"I don't know," Santana admitted. "Honestly, I have no idea."

"Do you want to call them now? Or later?"

"I think now would be better," the darker girl stated.

Quinn nodded as she pulled away from her girlfriend. "Do you want me to be here, or not?"

"Stay, definitely stay here with me," Santana answered quickly, sounding as though she was pleading. "Don't leave."

Scared. Santana sounded scared. Quinn searched Santana's eyes. No, she wasn't scared, she was terrified. "I will always stay with you, baby."

Santana sighed, some of the fear leaving her expression, as she leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on Quinn's soft lips. When she pulled away, she reached over to the small table by her bed and grabbed her phone off of it.

Quinn paused the movie on the laptop as Santana dialed her mother's number. "Will she be speaking in Spanish?"

Santana shrugged as someone picked up the phone, which was on speaker phone. "Hola, Santana!" came an older woman's voice.

"Mami, can you bring Papi to the phone as well?" Santana asked. Her nervousness could easily be heard in her voice.

"Honey, what's wrong?" her mother asked, worried.

"Mami, get Papi," Santana repeated. There were a few muffled noises on the other side of the phone before a man's voice spoke.

"Santana?"

"I need to tell you both something," Santana started.

Her mom answered in Spanish, "Es toda bien?"

"Si..." Santana answered quietly. "Mami, English please?" Santana looked over at Quinn, who gave her an encouraging smile. They joined hands.

"Yes, alright," her mother agreed. "Now tell us what you needed to tell us."

"Mami, Papi... I'm in a new relationship," she started slowly.

"Really? That's great, Santana!" her father exclaimed. "What is his name? When can we meet him?"

Santana looked back over at Quinn and took a deep breath as the blonde squeezed her hand. "Papi... she's a girl."

There was silence for a moment, on both sides of the phone.

"Oh," he said, sounding very surprised.

"Well, what is her name?" her mother asked calmly. Santana's expression relaxed a little at the calm tone, and Quinn smiled. She wanted everything to work out well, obviously.

"Quinn Fabray. She's from Lima, Ohio, but she goes to NYU with me and we're both in cheer and she's my roommate," Santana explained, giving her girlfriend a wide smile.

"Are you two just dating?" her father asked. "How long has this been going on?"

His voice was firm, but it was not harsh. Since Santana's less nervous expression didn't change, Quinn assumed that she was used to this tone of voice, and that it was not unusual. "Well, it's been going on since the end of September, but it wasn't official until a few weeks ago."

"Official as in...?"

"She's my girlfriend, Papi," the Latina answered simply.

"We're happy for you, Santana," her mother told her honestly. "We are just a bit surprised is all. We always thought you liked boys."

"I thought so too," Santana admitted.

"But we feel no different to find that you are interested, and with, a girl. We love you, Santana. Te amo," her mother continued. Santana had happy tears in her eyes, and Quinn pulled her closer, smiling at the direction of the conversation.

"Thank you Mami, Papi," Santana told them, sounding genuinely thankful, which she was. "Te amo, gracias!"

"You are our daughter, Santana. We will always love you, no matter what," her father insisted. Santana smiled.

"Santana, does your Abuelita know?" her mother asked. Santana's smile wavered.

"No, Abeula doesn't know," the Latina answered quietly. "How do you think she will react, Mami?"

"She is not predictable, Santana. The only way you will find out is to call her now. We love you, Santana, remember that. And we can't wait to meet your new girlfriend," her mom promised.

"Before I call Abuela, would you like to talk to Quinn, Mami, Papi?" Santana asked. Quinn's eyes widened and she felt her heart beating way too fast.

"Yes," her dad answered quickly.

"Here she is," Santana said, handing Quinn the phone, which was still on speaker.

"Hello, Mrs. and Mr. Lopez," Quinn greeted nervously.

"Hola, Quinn," Mrs. Lopez answered. "You sound nervous."

"I think I am," Quinn answered with a nervous laugh. There were chuckles on the other end of the phone.

"Don't be nervous, Quinn," Mr. Lopez told her. "I am happy that you are in Santana's life, she sounds happy."

"Well, we're both happy," Quinn told him, smiling at Santana.

"We're glad," Mr. Lopez answered kindly. "Well, we must be going for now. I hope we can meet you in person sometime soon, Quinn. Please tell Santana that she should call her Abuela soon."

"Yes, sir," Quinn answered quickly.

"Adios," they both told her.

"Goodbye," she answered. Then the phone beeped, saying that they'd hung up. Quinn's tense body relaxed immediately. Santana smiled at her.

"I think that went well," she exclaimed. Quinn smiled at her girlfriend. "Sorry I sprang that on you, I just felt like they needed to talk to you, you know?"

"Yeah, it's fine," Quinn answered, nodding. "I understand."

Santana smiled as she took her phone back and began to dial a new number.

"Are you calling your abuela now?"

"Yeah," Santana answered. The phone began ringing and Santana shifted so that she was leaning against Quinn and put the phone on speaker. Someone answered.

"Hola, Abuela," Santana greeted, trying not to sound nervous.

"Santana, how are you?" her Abuela asked.

"Muy bien," Santana answered. "But, Abuela, I need to tell you something."

"Are you visiting soon? It'd be nice to see your face again, Santana," her Abuela asked hopefully.

"Escúchame, Abuela," Santana said quietly. Quinn wrapped her arms around her girlfriend.

"Si?"

"Abuela, lately, I realized something about myself, and it's something no one would've ever guessed. It's changed my life completely, and I think you deserve to know about it," Santana told her carefully.

"Don't beat around the bush, Santana, just tell me," her Abuela commanded.

"I like girls, Abuela, and I have a girlfriend," Santana stared intently at the phone, and Quinn watched Santana's expression.

"Santana..."

Both girls were holding their breaths.

"This is not something you should openly share, this is a sin," her Abuela said strictly. Quinn's hazel eyes flicked over to the phone immediately, and she felt Santana tense in her arms.

"Abuelita, I'm still the same person I've always been. It's not a sin, I didn't choose this, I can't change who I am. I shouldn't have to," Santana told her grandmother.

"If you claim to be unable to change, you should still keep this too yourself. Some secrets should be kept," she said, sounding uncomfortable.

"It's not a secret anymore, Abuela, and I would not take it back if I could," Santana told her firmly.

"Goodbye Santana. Do not call me again." The phone beeped, showing that her Abuela had hung up.

Immediately, the Latina dropped her phone as a sob escaped from her throat. Quinn's arms tightened around her girlfriend, who turned so that she buried her face in Quinn's neck. The blonde used her foot to push the computer further from them, giving them more space.

Quinn knew that she couldn't say anything right now that would really help Santana, so she just sat there and held her as she sobbed onto her shoulder.

Later that night, Quinn was laying on her bed and Santana was laying in between her legs, her head resting on blonde's chest. Quinn's arms wrapped around her, their hands clasped together on Santana's stomach.

Santana had cried for who knows how long, and Quinn hadn't ever left her side. They finally ordered pizza, and now they were waiting for it. "I can't believe it, Q. I thought she wouldn't care."

"I know, baby," Quinn told her, her fingers tracing patters on the backs of Santana's hands.

"I've always been so close to her... and now she's just gone. I can't ever speak to her again," Santana choked out, sounding as though she would cry again soon.

"Maybe your parents will talk to her and change her mind," Quinn suggested.

"No one can change Abuelita's mind," Santana spat, annoyed. Quinn pursed her lips and didn't say anything. The Latina sighed. "I'm sorry, Q. I shouldn't snap at you, you're only trying to help."

"I can't imagine how you feel right now," Quinn told her.

"I hope you never have to feel this way, babe," Santana told her, sighing and relaxing completely into Quinn's embrace. "Thanks for being here all day."

"I'll always be here for you, baby," Quinn promised, moving one of her hands up to Santana's hair and fiddling with it absentmindedly. "I hate to see you hurt."

"I don't like people seeing how hurt I am," Santana admitted. "I'm glad you're the only one who has to see me. I don't want people to think I'm weak."

"Santana, everyone knows your the biggest badass ever. Being a little vulnerable around people doesn't change that," Quinn reminded her. Santana sighed.

"I don't know. I just don't like people seeing it. It really doesn't matter around you though. I've always felt comfortable around you," Santana told her sweetly. "Ever since the first day I walked into the dorm and saw you reading your English book, all pretty and cute. I was so relieved that you were my roommate, and I didn't even know your name."

"Aw, baby," Quinn said with a smile. "You're a softie."

"Shut up," Santana said, but she was smiling too. "I'm only sweet to you, babe."

Quinn felt something itching inside of her. Something trying to get out, words maybe. Her heart beat very fast inside her chest, and Santana seemed to notice.

"Are you okay, Q?" she asked, turning over on Quinn so that her front was pressed down on Quinn's. Quinn brought her hand up to Santana's hair and gently brushed a strand out of her face, smiling at her. "You're heart's beating at a million beats per minute!"

"Can I sing a bit of a song to you? Or is that weird?" Quinn asked. Santana grinned.

"Sing to me!" she exclaimed. Quinn smiled. She didn't really know all the words to the song, but she knew the part she needed to sing.

"There's only one thing,

Two do,

Three words,

Four you!"

Santana knew the song, and Quinn could tell because her eyes widened slightly.

"I love you..."

Quinn knew that she had sang all she needed. She gave Santana a soft smile. "I love you, Santana."

Santana scooted up and pressed her lips to Quinn's. When she pulled away she smiled at her girlfriend. "I was wondering when you'd say that, babe." Quinn smiled. "I love you too, so much!"

Then their pizza arrived, and they ate it in a happy mood. Quinn knew that Santana was still devastated about her grandmother, but she was happy as well. Those three words had finally been spoken, and never were they truer than now.

Song used was "1, 2, 3, 4" by the Plain White T's! It came on my Pandora when I was writing that scene and I was like so... regular "I love you" or a song? Yeah, I haven't had much singing in this, just dancing to music, so I decided that Quinn would sing it instead of saying it first (: Are you guys pleased with how this turned out?

OH AND NO THIS IS NOT OVER! :D STILL MORE STUFF TO HAPPEN! Also, I think this story may officially be my longest? Hmm maybe shorter by like a hundred words? Dunno lol :) Please review!