hey yo! so0o0o, this chapter is a littttttle short but it is intended to get the ball rolling on a few things. hope you like it.
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The drive back to New York is pretty much silent except for the radio and random comments from Brittany to whoever is willing to listen. Santana is still living on a high from how well her trip with Brittany went, minus the very awkward time they had spent at the Fabray residence. But for the most part she tries not to dwell too much on that subject but rather deal with it when they get home.
Rachel, on the other hand, despite Brittany's best efforts, is far too deep in the events of their tiny vacation back home. Nothing had gone as she had planned at all and Rachel Berry does not deal well when things go off of a specific outline. She sighs, leans her head against the passenger side window and closes her eyes trying to erase or at least momentarily forget the memories of the past few days.
"Sweetheart, why don't you take Rachel to her house and drop her things off there and let her get settled. Then come back here for dinner." Mrs. Fabray said as she entered the living room, her eyes fixed on the luggage by the front door. Quinn glanced from Rachel in confusion to her mother quirking an eyebrow at the woman.
"Well, mom," Quinn began slowly. "I thought, well more figured that Rach could stay over for the night." She smiled sweetly back at her girlfriend. "I mean, we don't get to see each other much." Mrs. Fabray chuckled but shook her head.
"Not tonight." Is all she said and Quinn knew that her mother did not mean just that one night, she knew she meant that Rachel could never stay over any night of any week of any year.
Rachel shuffles her feet through the hall of their apartment building behind her friends. The few texts she's sent to Quinn since her departure from Lima only continue to go unanswered. Brittany and Santana enter the apartment chatting away as they head towards their bedroom bags in tow. Rachel figures they are going to get themselves settled and get right back into their routine.
She closes the door behind her and drags her own bag to her room where she proceeds to throw herself onto her bed, prepared to forget about the world around her. Her eyes close and she can only shake her head as visions from her brief moments at the Fabray house come crowding her other thoughts she desperately wishes she could freely think.
"You must be so anxious for the summer." One of Rachel's father's announced, his focus on the blonde haired girl sitting beside his daughter. Quinn blushed and nods, tucking some stray blonde hairs from her face behind her ear.
"Yeah, I can't wait." The blonde replied easily bringing her hand back down to her fork to push her food around.
"Well if you need any help moving I offer you my services." He told her sending her a wink from across the table. Quinn smiled politely, shooting her mother a quick glance catching the bewildered look on the woman's face. Mrs. Fabray turned her attention at her daughter and tilted her head ever so slightly, keeping her smile intact.
"What is it that is taking place this summer, if I may ask?" The older blonde inquired, eyeing her daughter up carefully noticing the hand that Rachel placed on Quinn's arm from the corner of her eye.
"Oh, ummm…" Quinn stammered and took a quick sip of her water before clearing her throat. "I decided to move to New York in the middle of the summer." She explained carefully knowing full well she had already told her mother of her plans. "I know it's a little earlier than originally planned but I told you…"
"But you're going to school here." Mrs. Fabray shrugged her shoulders, playing the card of confusion all too well. "Seems silly to move to a new city for a few weeks don't you think?" The condescending tone did not fly over the younger blonde's head and both senior Berry's shifted uncomfortably in their chairs.
"I am going to school here now but, I had planned to transfer next fall to a school in New York. Remember?" Quinn fired back with equal fervor that seemed to catch Mrs. Fabray a little off guard. "We've talked about this a million times. I'm going to school in New York second year of college, moving in with Rach and B and Santana." She rattled off her list of things to do and things that were going to happen but Mrs. Fabray didn't even bat an eye lash.
"And what?" Mrs. Fabray challenges, reaching forward to grab her glass of wine and leaned back in her chair all too comfortably and cocky. "Play house for a few months until you get sick of each other." She quirked an eyebrow before taking a sip of her third glass of wine and shook her head. "Don't you think you girl's are getting a little ahead of yourselves?" It wasn't a question, it came out more as a statement and everyone at the table was all too well aware not to respond. Mr. Berry cleared his throat and chuckled uncomfortably.
"Well I think it's about time we call it a night." He smiled politely at the woman sitting at the head of a very long and elegant table, far too big for only her and her daughter. He pushed his chair back and placed the fancy napkin that had been resting on his lap onto the table. "Thank you so much for dinner." He nodded and she smiled back. His husband soon followed suit and the men were about to walk out of the dining room when they realized Rachel was not behind them. "Rachel sweetie?" He called out. Rachel turned to look back at Quinn who smiled weakly and nodded.
"You should probably go." She rolled her eyes and motioned subtlely towards her mother. "Don't worry, I'll see you later or something." Rachel nodded, stopping herself as she realized she was about to lean in for a kiss. Instead she settled for a hug which Quinn reciprocated and even kissed the brunette's neck out of sight from her mother.
Rachel rolls onto her side and sighs. That night she had gotten a phone call from Quinn who sounded on the verge of tears. Apparently Mrs. Fabray practically forbade her from moving to New York even stooping so low as to threaten to cut her off financially and disown her. Rachel of course, at first anyhow, could not understand the sudden change in Mrs. Fabray.
When the two had first started dating she had seemed happy, proud and well, she never had a problem before. But now, according to Quinn the woman has done a complete 180 and is now opposed to their relationship.
"'I thought it was just a phase'." Quinn had said in the way her mother spoke when she was irritated. The woman truly assumed that their relationship was something based on a phase, experimentation and nothing that truly consisted of actual feelings. It had gotten even worse when Brittany and Santana stopped over for breakfast the next morning.
Santana and Brittany wait on the steps in front of the Fabray front door after ringing the doorbell. They smiled at one another, taking in the beautiful winter air of Lima, Ohio talking about their night before. The door opened rather quickly and they were greeted, sort of, by Quinn herself standing there with no smile on her face, no sign of cheer but a look of sheer frustration, agony and annoyance.
"Thank God you're here." She said through gritted teeth and grabbed Santana by the arm of her coat.
"Hey Fabray, watch the leather." Santana hit her friend's hand away and tried to smooth out her coat the whole while sending her girlfriend a semi concerned look.
"You look…" Brittany titled her head to better inspect the blonde in front of her and nodded once she found the word. "Like crap." Quinn's shoulders dropped and she closed her eyes.
"I'm exhausted." She muttered, bringing her hand up and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Ew, I so do not want to hear about you and Berry getting' your mack on." Santana scrunched her nose in disgust and complete disapproval of having that kind of information shared out loud and more importantly in her presence. Quinn huffed and her eyes popped open staring her friend down.
"Rachel did not stay here last night." Quinn explained sounding slightly defeated. "My mother has been a complete and utter skank whore." Both Brittany and Santana's eyebrows rose up so high and their mouths dropped. Santana then jutted her lip out and nodded.
"Skank whore?" She thought over. "I like it, very fitting." She grinned which garnered her an elbow to the side from Brittany. "Ouch, just sayin'."
"What happened?" Brittany asked softly moving closer to the other blonde. Quinn looked down to the floor and crossed her arms over her chest.
"She doesn't want me moving to New York." She admitted so quietly the words were barely heard. "More importantly… she doesn't want me with Rachel." Her eyes slowly lift and meet the gaze of her best friends in front of her.
"Well… she didn't say that did she?" Santana asked completely taken aback by the straight forwardness of her friend's admission. Glumly, Quinn nodded tucking some hair behind her ear then shook her head.
"Just when things were going good, school, here even, Rachel… it figures that bad shit has to happen." She mused and moved to lean against the wall behind her.
"Don't let her negativity get in the way of your happiness Q." Brittany spoke up, taking a step towards her friend. "In the end the only people that matter in your relationship are you and Rachel." She explained, bringing her hand up to the other blonde's shoulder and rubbing it soothingly. Quinn sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
"I know, it's just… it'd be nice if she were on my side for once." She said in a hushed almost embarrassed tone and Santana lowered her gaze to the spot Quinn was standing, for once in her life she had nothing to say.
When Rachel herself arrived for breakfast at the Fabray's it didn't get any better or any less uncomfortable. Actually, Brittany and Santana seemed to get the brunt of Mrs. Fabray's obvious displeasure and irritation slash frustration. The entire breakfast Judy Fabray spent asking the couple questions about the apartment and how had they found a place that had three bedrooms for all of them. Brittany took the floor on that one and pretty much every single question following seeing as Santana had lost her voice somewhere between the front door and everything that Quinn had confessed to them.
But Brittany answered everything gracefully, never letting the proud smile of being Santana's girlfriend leave her face regardless of the judgmental look she kept receiving from Judy. Rachel had decided it best if she left when Santana and Brittany announced they were leaving.
The brunette opens her eyes once again and glances down at her cell phone that has remained in her hand since the car ride from Lima, it's still just as silent as it has been since. No missed calls, text messages… nothing. She groans and closes her eyes once again in the hopes that sleep from a long car ride will take her over and remove the thoughts from her mind.
Santana is sitting on the bed watching Brittany hang a few things in the closet by the television. She grins to herself and how incredibly amazing her family is and also the blonde's family. Nothing has ever gone so perfect in her life and she wonders if anything in the world can beat it. Internally she curses herself for even having such a thought because she feels as though she has just jinxed herself.
"Babe?" She breaks their comfortable silence and Brittany hums out a questioning response but continues to place her clothes on their hangers and put them in the closet. "I've been thinking…" Santana says, letting her words hang in the air for a few moments and during the silence Brittany looks over her shoulder at her girlfriend. "About what you said, you know, about getting our own place?" She tilts her head waiting for Brittany to remember. The blonde smiles tentatively and nods.
"Yeah." Brittany turns away from the closet and loosely folds her arms over her chest. Santana pushes herself up from the bed and makes her way over to stand in front of Brittany.
"I think we should totally do it." She beams up at her girlfriend and it takes a few seconds for it to sink in but soon enough Brittany is smiling from ear to ear.
"Really?" The blonde nervously asks, almost afraid if she questions the Latina she will change her mind.
"Really." Santana nods, her smile still plastered on her face and she grabs Brittany's hands in her own. "I don't know much… like about what's gonna happen with anything. But what I do know is that I want you and I want you in my future, forever." She brings their hands up and kisses the back of the blonde's. "It's the only thing I'm sure of and the only thing I have ever wanted." Santana admits bashfully but it fades when Brittany presses her body against hers and crashes their lips together.
The room is in complete disarray, clothes everywhere, hangers on the floor, bags open looking like a bomb went off in them. The comforter is hanging off of the foot of the bed while the sheets are snuggly wrapped around two naked bodies. Legs are tangled, hair is splayed across pillows and hands touch skin delicately. Brittany breathes out softly and smiles as Santana tickles up and down her arm lightly with her fingers. The blonde leans forward and presses her lips to the tanned skin of her girlfriend's shoulder before resting her head once again on the pillow they are sharing.
"You do know that once we have a place of our own I am never wearing clothes again." Santana declares honestly and with a shrug of her shoulders and Brittany grins biting her lower lip.
"I was counting on that." She winks at the Latina who quirks an eyebrow.
"Is that so?" Santana smirks causing Brittany to nod enthusiastically. "What about you?"
"Lots of leather and lace." Brittany tells her in a low seductive voice making Santana chuckle and blush slightly.
"And I'd expect nothing less." They smile warmly at one another, letting their hands continue to caress and lips to kiss bits of skin just to show simple affection. "I love you, you know." Santana says, staring deeply into those blue eyes.
"I love you." Brittany replies easily but with so much feeling it's indescribable. "You're so pretty when we're just lying in bed." She points out, bringing her hand up and running her fingers through Santana's dark hair. "It's just… its breath taking really." Her eyes watch her fingers run through the Latina's hair in amazement and she smiles to herself. "I mean, you're pretty all the time, beautiful actually but here… like right now you're so…" She shakes her head not even planning on finishing her sentence because she can't be bothered to find the words she wants to say and instead settles for pressing her lips softly to Santana's.
Santana feels Brittany end the kiss and she smiles back at her. They are so comfortable and she can honestly picture this for the rest of her life, well, take away the midget living one door down. But this, right here, this moment… this is it for her and she knows it and can feel it in every bone, muscle and any other thing in her body.
"Hey Britt…" She speaks after a few short minutes of silence, her voice cracks nervously. Blue eyes flicker up to meet hers and they sparkle in the late afternoon sun from their bedroom window. "I… I was… I mean, I have a…" She's cut off by the sound of Brittany's phone ringing some annoying ring tone on her side of the bed. Santana groans and rolls over to pick it up from her nightstand and rolls her eyes when she sees the name flashing across the screen. "It's Kurt." She mumbles as she hands over the phone.
"Hi Kurt." Brittany smiles into her greeting which never ceases to make Santana smile, unless it's one of their mother's calling because that usually means they are calling to either check up on them or bestow some parental knowledge of living on your own which grew to be annoying. She notices the blonde's smile fade and her expression turns into one of confusion and then concern and she abruptly sits up. "Okay… when?" She asks and Santana finds herself wondering what kind of conversation is going on. Brittany's eye flicker in her direction momentarily before she looks ahead of her once again at the blank television and she nods once. "Yeah, I'll tell her. I know… she will." Brittany says into the mouthpiece very unlike herself. "Keep me updated and… yeah, I will too. Thanks." She hangs up the phone slowly, sets the phone onto the side table and with her other hand brings the sheet up to cover her chest as she leans back against the head board.
"Is everything alright with Kurt?" Santana asks curiously taking in the pained look on her girlfriends face.
"Umm, yeah he's fine." Brittany says flatly and Santana knows something is up, something most likely big. "Santana," She begins and turns to look at the girl beside her. "Quinn is gone." Santana's eyes widen and she starts to sit up quickly and Brittany puts her hand out and shakes her head. "No baby, not like… from the earth." Santana lets out a sigh of relief, bringing her hand to her chest to calm her heart rate and catch her breath. "She's… Kurt said that Judy hasn't seen her since last night and… some of her clothes are gone. Her car is gone too." She explains slowly as though trying to piece all these clues together. "She ran away." She concludes.