A/N: Here's another chapter that I finished a little earlier than I thought I would. Btw, Quinn goes into a bit about her New York experience and its not the happiest story, so just know and be prepared for that. All mistakes are mine. Please enjoy!

Quinn sat at her dining room table, eating breakfast and trying to get her head together for school. She had to learn about Roman history before the end of the week and her teacher was taking her time on doing actual teaching these past couple of days. Hopefully that won't reflect too bad on the test.

"Good morning." Frannie said as she sat at the table across from Quinn, setting a plate in front of herself.

"Morning." Quinn didn't bother to look up from her cereal, trying to steer herself away from the mood Frannie always put her in.

"So I was looking around your room yesterday," Frannie started, making Quinn look up in surprise, "and I accidentally read a text from off your phone."

"Accidentally?" Quinn felt a tad nervous, not remembering what kind of texts she had been receiving yesterday, "When did you do this?"

"When you were brushing your teeth," Frannie took a bite, taking her time before continuing, "Saw a text from a girl named Rachel."

Quinn let out a breath of relief, "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Are you in the glee club?"

Quinn took a bite of her own food, pretending to think about the question, "Yep."

Frannie let out a laugh, "That club's for losers, Quinn. What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking it's none of your business."

"It is my business if my sister wants to hang around a bunch of freaks and geeks."

"They are very nice people and they're not losers." Quinn actually really enjoyed glee club. She never thought she'd actually like the people there but she kind of thought of them as a second family, "For your information, they got themselves into Nationals which is a pretty big deal."

"That's what the text was about. You're heading to New York with them?"

"No, I was thinking about skipping that."

"What? Why?"

"Who's skipping what?" Russell walked into the room, sitting at the head of the table with a newspaper under his arm.

"Quinn is a part of the glee club and they made it all the way to New York for a competition but she doesn't want to go."

Russell hummed in thought, "Well, I'd usually tell you not to be a part of such a thing but if you've already made the commitment..."

"No, daddy, I don't want to go." Quinn gave Frannie a glare, "I didn't think you'd want me in New York anyways."

"Don't be silly. That little competition will be nowhere close to people we know." Russell gave a deep laugh, "Besides, what would you look like to your peers if you skipped out on them. I thought we were changing your ways, Lucy."

Quinn wanted to bargain with him, but it was final. She could see it on the look on his face. She's going to have to go to New York. She sat back in her chair, the sudden change of plans making her feel panicked. She felt like she was going to puke.

"When is the competition?" Russell asked as he began to unfold his newspaper.

"Next week." Quinn mumbled.

"Well, once you get back make sure to go dress shopping with your mother. I want us to match for the ball."

"What ball?" Frannie asked, clearly jealous that she wasn't invited.

"The abstinence ball. Quinn here was invited by the church." Russell said proudly.

"Yikes." Frannie laughed.

"Do not berate your sister. It's an honor and something I wish you would have done before you had gotten together with that hooligan of a fiancé." Russell snapped.

Frannie rolled her eyes and looked back at Quinn, "I guess you're gonna have to cool it with that boy you're learning Spanish for."

Russell gave Quinn a confused look, "What boy?"

Quinn stood up with her bowl in her hands, "There's no boy."

"Then why are you learning Spanish?" Frannie questioned.

"Maybe it's for class," Quinn turned to walk out of the room.

In the kitchen stood Judy, a surprised look on her face as she scooted her mug away from herself, "Good morning, Quinnie."

Quinn eyed the mug as she put her bowl in the sink, "Good morning."

"Do you want a ride to school today?" Judy asked with a smile.

Quinn usually got rides from Santana, but since her mood was totally shot today maybe it wasn't a good idea. She'd hate to take it out on the girl.

Quinn walked over to her mom and nodded, "Sure."

Then she picked up the mug and drank from it, cringing at the wine residing in it. Judy looked ashamed as she did it, her short sobriety probably shattered just a few moments ago but Quinn didn't say anything as she finished the mug.

After, Quinn put the mug in the sink and gave her mom a sad look, "I have to go to New York next week."

Judy wiped at her face as she cleared her throat, "Why?"

"For glee." Quinn shrugged, "Dad says I have to go. Can't let them down."

"Do you want me to talk to him?"

"Talk to him about what? You know it's final." Quinn folded her arms and leaned against the counter, "Can you just tell me which places to avoid? So I don't bump into anyone."

"I can do that." Judy nodded her head and patted down her dress, "Now go get your books. We'll be leaving in five minutes."

Quinn pushed off the counter and headed for upstairs.

XXX

Cheer practice was tougher than usual. It could have been because of the random and unseasonal heat flash that hit Ohio or because of Quinn's sour mood that she had all day. She was making everyone do extra this and extra that, yelling here and there. It was kind of hot, but it was also super hot outside so it didn't balance out.

They were getting ready to practice a pyramid and Santana was getting a drink of water. She was busy enjoying the ice cold liquid when suddenly someone slammed a typed up paper onto the bench in front of her.

It was Brie and she looked intense, "I have proof."

Santana closed her water and placed it on the bench, "Proof?"

"That Columbus was a hero."

Santana sighed, wondering why this girl was still stuck on some dead explorer. She even brought this up in history class yesterday.

Santana sighed, "Columbus Day is literally the worst day of the year. Fucking get over it."

"Name one day better than this day, Santana!"

"Martin Luther King Day."

The girl went to say something, but Quinn screamed for her from across the field, "Brie! If you want to talk all day, you can do it from the bottom of the pyramid!"

Brie gasped, looked for help from Santana, before giving a whine and walking sadly to where everyone else was.

Santana followed her, but stopped next to Quinn, "I think that girl is crazy or something."

"We have to be an example, Santana," Quinn crossed her arms and spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, "You're this close to joining Brie at the bottom of the pyramid."

Santana rolled her eyes, knowing that Quinn was just showing out for the team, "If you put me at the bottom I will punch you in the ovaries."

Quinn snorted, "You wouldn't."

Santana gave her a shrug and walked over the what looked like a human pyramid beginning.

The practice wasn't over until Quinn felt as though she was tired just from screaming at her team. She leaned against the lockers, watching Santana pull out a towel from the locker across from her. The locker room was almost empty, as most of the girls left as soon as practice was over.

"Today was rough." Santana tossed the towel onto her shoulder and turned to Quinn.

"Did you invite Sam to watch us today?"

"No. Why?"

"He was there. In the stands."

Santana laughed, "Creepy. Maybe he's got a crush on Brittany."

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Is that what you think?"

Santana shrugged, "Yes?"

Quinn rolled her eyes again.

"You're so grumpy today."

Quinn folded her arms, "Ever since Frannie's been home it's been worse than normal. I can barely sleep in that house without her yelling at me about something. She's like a terrible virus that I can't get rid of."

"She can't be that bad, she's your sister."

"She's a disease."

"I'll take you word for it." Santana gave Quinn a smirk, "I can distract you if you want."

Quinn gave a look, "I guess."

"We can recreate that fantasy you had about us stretching in the hot sun-"

"No." Quinn's face flashed disgust before she relaxed it, "No."

Santana's eyebrows furrowed, "What was that? You just literally freaked out for a moment."

"I didn't."

"I just saw your face, Quinn."

"I just don't want to do anything today." Quinn snapped.

"Fine."

"Don't be overly sensitive, Santana."

"How am I being overly sensitive? You said you don't want to do anything. I said fine. What's the problem?"

"There's no problem."

Santana stared at her, fully and completely confused, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I just don't appreciate you pushing yourself on me like that. We literally just started whatever the hell this is between us and I don't like the pressure."

Santana looked around, "Okay?"

Santana grabbed her things for the shower, "You don't ever have to worry about me pushing myself on you, Quinn. Sorry if you felt that way."

A few beats skipped before Quinn cringed at herself. Isn't that what she wanted? Santana was finally hitting on her and she freaked out. She had to remind herself that Santana was not Jenny. They were nothing alike.

"I," Quinn began to have trouble with her words, "I didn't mean it, San. I'm just having a weird day. I don't even know why I said that."

"Okay." Santana walked off to the showers.

"San," Quinn watched her walk off, letting her head slam back into the locker behind her, "Dammit."

XXX

Santana knocked frantically at the front door, which was what she had been doing for the last two minutes. Once it finally opened, she pushed past Puck, "It's about time! I literally need to talk to you."

"I would say it's not a good time but," Puck closed his front door and walked behind Santana as she remembered her way to the television room. She stopped in surprise once she noticed both Sam and Finn sitting in front of the television, looking just as surprised as her, "now it's really a party!"

Santana began to back out of the room but bumped into Puck, "Maybe I should come back later."

"No way." He placed his hands on her shoulders and sat her down next to Finn, "I'll get you something to drink and then you can cry me your problems."

Santana nodded. She looked over at the other two guys in the meantime, both of them staring between her and a paused video game.

Sam was the first to smile, "It's nice to see you out of school, Santana. I've been wondering if you could teach me that move that Brittany is really good at for glee. Apparently I look dumb or something."

"No glee talk." Puck slipped into the other side of her and handed her a beer.

Santana cringed, "You're drinking on a school night?"

"Correction. We're drinking on a guy's night!"

"Keyword; Guys Night." Finn folded his arms, "Just suppose to be the guys. I think Mike was suppose to come over, too. So you can't stay long."

"I could come back later." Santana went to stand up but Puck pulled her back down.

"No way! You told me that you needed to talk to me and my ears are wide open!" Puck gave his friendly smile.

Santana really did need to talk to him, but she felt like it was weird to talk about Quinn in front of her ex-boyfriend, and she swore she could still feel Sam's eyes checking her out. This wasn't the time or place, "Maybe later. When it's less crowded."

"Wait wait wait. I gotcha!" Puck gave her a wink before diving his hands in a box next to the couch. He fished into it for a moment, before pulling out a baggy and flicking it straight into Santana's view, "Something to relax, m'lady?"

"Where the heck did you get pot?" Finn asked, his voice cracking just a bit.

Puck smirked, "Stole it from some asshole at a party last week," he reached into his back pocket and pulled out some skins and opened up the baggy, "He cock-blocked me from this beautiful girl. Don't remember her name, but she was a fox. Thought this would be the best revenge."

He began to roll up a joint and Santana shook her head, "I'll have to pass, Puck. It's a school night and I want to be on time tomorrow. And I have homework-"

"You've been hanging out with Quinn too fucking much." Puck said as he put the finished joint to his mouth and pulled out a lighter.

Santana sunk into her seat, "Do you really think so?"

Puck nodded his head as he took a hit, his face hinting a bit of discomfort as he held in his breath and passed the joint to Santana.

She bit her cheek, knowing that there'd be at least two to three people who would kill her for doing this. But how could she not join in? Puck wouldn't steer her in the wrong direction, he was her friend, "Fine."

She took it from him and could have sworn she could hear Quinn yelling at her already.

"Rachel doesn't like marijuana." Finn watched Santana closely as she put it to her lips.

"Rachel's not here, you pussy." Puck said as he breathed out a cloud of smoke.

Santana took this time to inhale, letting the burn hit her chest before she took in another breath to sooth it. Then she was suddenly coughing it out and passing it Finn.

"Still a pro I see." Puck jabbed at her arm.

Finn gave a weary look towards Sam, "You're going to do this?"

Sam nodded towards Santana, "Only cause she did it."

Santana rolled her eyes and Puck let out a laugh.

A few passes around and sooner or later Santana was starting to feel more giggly. The room was starting to get stuffy and warm but they barely noticed and now they were all on the floor in a circle.

"Yo, yo, wait. Didn't... didn't you come here to tell me something." Puck put his arm around Santana's shoulders.

"I did but like, I can't tell you." Santana put her hands over her mouth to hold in a laugh.

"I want to know what it is." Puck gave her a slight shake, "I want to know what's so funny."

"I can't cause, like, Finn is here."

"What? Why can't I hear it?" Finn put a hand over his chest, "I'm a nice guy. You may not know it but I'm a chill guy. You're just mean to me for no reason."

"That's not true!"

"It," Finn hiccuped and drunk more of his beer, "It is true!"

"No, don't you remember fifth grade, geography class." Santana pushed Puck away and pointed a finger at Finn, trying to fight the giggles and become serious, "You fucking came up to me on the first day and asked me if I knew where Mexico was."

"So?"

"Why would you ask me that, Finn?"

Finn gave that a ponder, looking away before snapping his wide eyes back at her and letting out a laugh, "Because your name is Santana! Which is Mexican or something?"

Puck let out a laugh so large that it knocked him onto his back.

"That's when I knew you were a giant, asshat." Santana folded her arms, "A fucking racist asshat!"

"I never thought of you like that when I saw you!" Sam jumped into the conversation, finishing the last ten minutes of his time practicing the dance move he needed to learn for glee, "I thought you were one of the prettiest girls I've seen hands down."

Puck gagged, "Don't ruin my buzz, dude. Besides, you have absolutely no chance at all. Santana is taken."

"Yeah, right." Finn leaned against the side of the couch, "And who might have finally tamed the beast?"

Santana smiled, "You wouldn't know them. You never really got the chance."

Finn looked confused for a moment before snapping up, "Have you guys heard that Quinn is dating someone? Some guy?"

Puck laughed and he went for his beer, "Nah, Bro. Haven't heard a thing."

"I heard that he's good looking or something." Sam shrugged, "I mean, that's what Santana told me."

Finn looked at her expectedly, "You've met this guy? Who the heck is he?"

Santana looked away, "I don't want to talk about Quinn."

Puck snorted, "Since when?"

"Since always!" Santana snapped at him, "She's mean and rude. She makes you feel terrible and doesn't give you a clue on why!"

Puck put his beer down, his buzz officially gone, "Is this what you wanted to talk about?"

"No, I don't want to talk about her. I can't stand her!"

"Why? What did she do?"

Santana folded her arms and sat back, feeling more low than high suddenly, "I don't want to talk about it. She was just kind of mean today."

"Don't feel bad, Santana." Finn bunched up his fist, "Quinn's like that sometimes. She's a bitch."

Santana turned to him, "How the fuck dare you call her that, you literal piece of asphalt."

Finn paused, "I thought this was where we were going?"

"I may be going there but you better stay in your fucking lane."

Finn put up his hands, "I just don't understand you girls."

"Maybe it's cause you've got the IQ of a donkey." Santana sat back against the couch again, "Sometimes I wish your mom didn't come back for you at the zoo that day when you were seven. Maybe she could have came back with something smarter. Like a monkey. Or a meerkat."

"How do you even know about that day?!"

The doorbell took everyone's attention and Puck stood up, "I'm gonna go get that. Everyone take a breather and relax. We're suppose to be having fun."

He gave them a second look before walking to his door.

"Gotta say," Sam raised his hand, "Though you're probably scaring the crap out of Finn, I gotta say you haven't looked more attractive than you do right now."

Santana shook her head and looked away, "Gross."

Puck's voice came first before him as he said loudly, "Speaking of the devil, guess who's here!"

Santana gave a deep sigh as both Quinn and Puck walked into the room. The blonde looked pissed and Santana wasn't sure if she'd seen the girl this angry before.

"Hey, Quinn." Finn said softly.

"I'm here for Santana." Quinn put her hands on her hips and walked away.

Santana got up, gave Puck a sad smile before walking out of the room.

They got to a car in the driveway and Santana looked at Quinn, sure that she had taken the bus to Puck's house, "Did you drive my car here? Like all the way here?"

Quinn didn't answer and got into the driver's seat. Santana felt a little nervous but got into the passenger seat and sat silently as Quinn started the car and drove them out of the driveway.

"So, I got this crazy call from your mother," Quinn began to say, her eyes glued to the road and her tone cold, "Apparently your parents were going to surprise you with a dinner tonight since they're finally at the house at the same time, and guess what? You were nowhere to be found. Your car was at your house and so was your house keys and your phone."

Quinn cleared her throat, obviously holding back a lot of emotions, "So what was I suppose to think? That you vanished? Into thin air? I called around and there was only one douchebag that didn't answer his phone. Can't say that I wasn't a little worried."

Santana shrugged.

Quinn managed to look over the minute she did, "So, what? Every time we have a argument you're just going to slip off the face of the earth?"

Santana almost nodded, "You ran a red light."

"What?!"

"You ran a red light, Q. Just pull over. Right there, just pull over." Santana pointed towards the park and Quinn screeched into a halt beside it. Santana then got out of the car.

Quinn rolled down the window as she watched Santana start to walk into the park, "Where are you going?!"

"I'm thinking it's safer for me to walk into this park at night than you driving on rage!" Santana called behind her.

Quinn huffed and jumped out of the car, slamming the door behind her and stomping up to Santana, "Excuse me! You have no right to walk away from me! To treat me this way!"

"I'm not treating you anyway!"

"What the hell is wrong with you today?"

"Wrong with me?!" Santana stopped and turned away to face Quinn, "I just wanted to give you some space!"

"Why?"

"Because!"

"Because? Because you want me to worry about you and feel like I'm going to vomit at just the thought of you being in trouble?!"

"What? No, I just," Santana deflated, "I don't know. I just... I feel weird about what happened in the locker room. I don't want you to feel bad, like ever. Maybe we should she take it slower. Like super slow. On the brakes slow. So I just wanted to give you room."

Quinn had already forgotten what happened in the locker room, her full attention on finding Santana for last couple of hours. She still felt super bad about it, almost hoping that Santana had brushed it off as just her acting weird.

"No, Santana. I can explain." Quinn felt her heart drop, she knew she'd have to explain what happened this afternoon. She just didn't expect it this soon, "Let's just sit down for a sec and I'll explain."

She lead them over to a bench and scrunched up her hands tight, "Santana, you're beautiful and smart and sexy and one of the best people I've ever met."

Santana held onto the bench, preparing herself for whatever Quinn was going to tell her, "Okay?"

"But you're not the first girl I've ever been with."

Santana relaxed, glad that they weren't going to break up or anything, "Oh."

"Yeah." Quinn cleared her throat, trying to hold in any emotion she had over the topic, "There was a girl when I lived in New York. She was older than me. A year older than Frannie. They were good friends."

Santana did the calculation in her head, "Frannie is like three years older than you."

"Yeah." Quinn pushed that detail away from her head, "We were close and, uh, it ended really badly before my dad got a job here and moved us all away."

Santana stared at her, knowing that there was a few pieces missing, "And that's it?"

"Yep, that's it. So, I just wanted you to know about that before anything got too serious between us." Quinn took a deep sigh, relaxing herself and gave Santana a smile, "What happened in the locker room today was just a total panic. Nothing more."

Santana sat back and folded her arms, not liking that Quinn lied to her, "So, what? You freaked out like that because you felt guilty that you use fuck some girl in New York and you never told me about it?"

Quinn flinched but brought it back with a smile, "You could put it that way."

"You know what I think, Quinn." Santana clicked her tongue and began to bounce her leg, "I think something terrible happened in New York, with that girl and you got fucking triggered today. And you don't want to tell me the truth cause you think I'm going to judge you or think differently of you or something."

"No, I just-"

"You don't have to lie to me." Santana looked away, trying not to yell at Quinn in case something terrible actually did happen, "You don't have to tell me what happened but you don't have to lie."

Quinn scooted away, "I'm not lying-"

"Quinn!"

"You don't get it, Santana! I'm embarrassed! I can't even kiss my own girlfriend without thinking about her sometimes." Quinn bit her lip, her face flushed and her body leaned far away from Santana, "It's all Frannie's fault. She keeps bringing her up. I was fine."

Santana waited for a few moments, not really sure what to say without sounding insensitive. But she couldn't help it, "What'd she fucking do?"

"She ruined me. She was older and promised me so many things." Quinn turned back to Santana, her eyes to the ground, "She was just using me. For practice or something. I don't know."

Santana slowly reached over to grab Quinn's hand, which wasn't turned away.

Quinn wiped at a tear, "I promised my dad that I wouldn't tell anyone."

"He knows?"

"The whole family knows. He said that I wanted to be her friend and took it too far."

"Asshole."

Quinn shrugged, "He was probably right."

"I doubt it, Quinn. Your dad's an asshole." Santana didn't know if she'd be able to handle any more information about this, her blood was already boiling to avenge the blonde, "I don't know how or why that bitch hurt you but I can promise you right now that I'd never do anything to hurt you, Quinn."

Quinn looked up, "Of course you wouldn't, San. You're one of the kindest people I know. I just-"

"Can't come to New York for Nationals."

Quinn shook her head, "No. I have to go."

Santana furrowed her brows, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"I wish." Quinn gave a bitter laugh, "Dad says I have to fulfill a commitment."

"You don't have to do it alone." Santana shrugged.

Quinn nodded, "Thanks. I don't know if I can talk more about this right now."

"And that's fine." Santana slipped a arm around Quinn's shoulder to bring her closer.

Quinn didn't mind it and moved her head to Santana's shoulder, "I'm sorry about all this."

"You literally have no reason to be sorry for anything."

They sat silently, listening to the chirps from the crickets and letting the light poles slowly illuminate the park.

"San, I like you a lot but," Quinn put her nose to Santana's clothed shoulder, "You have the strangest smell on you."

Santana sighed, "Since we're being honest here, Q, I might as well tell you that when you came to pick me up, we were all smoking weed."

Quinn gave her look, "You were doing marijuana with Puck, my ex boyfriend, and Sam, the guy who has that weird crush on you?"

Santana gave a shrug and a smile, "Yeah, just a little. But I can say I'm very sober right now."

Quinn shook her head and let out a small laugh, "We were suppose to be studying for a test tomorrow."

"I can still study! I just need a glass of water. And maybe a burger."

Quinn smiled at that, and grabbed Santana's chin to lead the girl into a kiss. With their conversation still fresh in Santana's mind, the girl made it a brief one, giving Quinn only a peck.

Quinn gave her a look, "Why do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what?" Santana gave a nervous laugh.

Quinn shook her head before leaning in back to Santana's lips, making sure that her grip was just a tad tighter against Santana's jaw. She took full control of this kiss, making this kiss go deeper than any other kiss.

Santana had never been kissed like this by a girl and had to hold onto Quinn's forearm as it was happening, pretty sure that she wouldn't want to be kissed by any other human ever again.

It was over maybe too fast and Santana had to bite her lip from smiling too hard, "You literally move me, Fabray."

Quinn smiled, "Just promise me no more smoking with Puck."

"I'll literally promise anything right now."

Quinn gave a satisfied look as she stood up and grabbed Santana to follow her, "Come on. You can't go home smelling like that."