Chapter 25
It was nearing a month since they'd gotten back together, but neither of them had done anything more than cuddle and make the occasional suggestive comment. Their make out sessions were much rarer than before their brief break-up and they never went beyond kissing and above the clothing touching. Santana thought for sure she'd be completely wound up without the release of sex, but she was oddly more comfortable than usual.
She glanced out the window at where Quinn was lounging in the hammock with his shirt off while reading in the bright sunlight and found herself smiling. Not her usual smirk either, but a legitimate smile - the sort she used to give to Brittany before she had her heart trampled on. She ducked her attention back down at the dishes she was washing once she realized it. He confused her sometimes - lie or not, he'd still been her best girl friend growing up - but she felt happy around him. Finishing up, she poured a couple of glasses of lemonade from the pitcher in the fridge and headed outside.
"Hey, handsome," she called, closing the back door. "Want something to drink?"
"Hey." He looked up, aviator sunglasses covering his eyes from the bright summer sun. "That'd be great, thanks." He replied before carefully shifting over in the hammock. "Do you wanna lay down with me?"
She smirked, "Do I ever not want to lay down with you on a lazy day?" She joined him in the hammock, handing him his glass before taking a sip of hers and carefully setting it down on the grass beside them. "What's that you're reading? It doesn't look familiar."
Quinn marked his page and turned the book over so she could see the title. Becoming a Visible Man. "It's a biography," He shrugged. "Your dad thought I might be into it."
"Huh," she slid a little closer to him so she could see it better. "Is it any good? I'm guessing it's about that turning into a guy stuff."
"Yeah..." He sighed, not loving her phrasing. "It's not about turning into a guy, San." He looked at her, "It's about being one for everyone else to see. He was always a guy... he just had to live as someone he wasn't and how he overcame all the shit. It's really good so far."
Santana frowned, confused. "But aren't you, like, turning into a guy? I mean, yeah you're one up here," she tapped his head, "but your body has to change and stuff to match, right? Isn't that the whole point? I mean, otherwise, aren't you just like a cross-dresser or something?"
Quinn closed his eyes, "I know you're not being ignorant on purpose." Quinn ground his teeth and took a few breaths, "I'm not a cross-dresser... I'm not a girl and I never was despite my tits and pussy okay?"
"I know that, okay." She took a deep breath, "I just don't get how this whole," she gestured at the book, not knowing the word, "thing isn't about turning into a guy!"
"I'm working on presenting now," Quinn sighed, "Presenting as Quinn... not as Lucy." he said, "It's like... when you're little and your parents only want to dress you in their style and all you wanna do is look like a grown up not a little kid." He rubbed his eyes, "Like, it's like a transition phase... going from what I only felt to everyone being able to see what I am."
"So... what's that mean for you?" Santana looked at him with a thoughtful frown. "I mean, I get the whole wanting to look like who you are and stuff. I mean, that makes sense. But... what about the rest of it? Girls and guys are kinda different chemically and shit, you know. And we're built different too. I mean, you've got your little friend and all and that's awesome, but girl muscles are different from guy muscles. And they got beards and stuff. What do you do about that?"
"I take hormones," he said simply. "I find a doctor who can help me make everything better on me and I work on getting those things started now, hopefully before school starts." He looked at her, "Would... You still want me if I took hormones?"
Santana frowned, "What do you mean? I mean... what's that gonna do to you? I mean, you won't turn into one of those crazy over-muscled freaks like on that show about steroids right? Or, like, it won't make you get crazy angry? Cause we get angry enough on our own without enhanced angry."
"No... it'll just help my body stop doing really girl typed things." He explained, "Like, it'll stop my period. Which is something that I really, really want to stop. It'll make sure that my body doesn't try to make my chest grow again..." He smiled softly, "It will redistribute fat in my body more like a dude's, and yeah. I might get some facial hair in the future."
"But..." she worried at her lip, looking uncertain, "you'll still be you, right? That won't change... right?"
"I'll still be me." He whispered, "I promise, despite the facial hair or the voice lowering a bit. I'm still Quinn, okay?"
"Okay," she still looked uncertain, but she trusted him so she let her head rest on his shoulder and brushed a hand over his bare chest, finally coming to rest on his abs just above the waistband of his shorts. "What about your friend? I'm pretty sure hormones won't turn your junk right."
"I mean... I've done a lot of reading about it," he admitted, "Sometimes it makes the clit bigger... or some people have surgery to make their clit into a little dick." He shrugged, "I know I don't want that. I don't want a little dick... I don't really want any more surgery. I already look like I got in a fight with a tiger up top... so I guess I'll just keep the thing I got."
She shrugged, smiling as she brushed her hand over his scars. "I think they look badass. Total fight club champion type stuff." She leaned in and kissed him, before leaning back and licking her lips with a shy blush. "What if, like... you could get a special dick? Like one that's glued on with like medical glue or something but still works?"
"That could be cool." He smiled, "Like... I would love to be able to have it on and not have the harness and just touch it." he tangled their fingers together. "I know all of this is weird and scary... but I love you, okay? and I'm not gonna change just cause I get my hormones righted."
"I know," she looked down at their joined hands, "it's just kinda scary, you know?" She smiled weakly, "It's like every time I start to get comfortable something changes and it's all crazy again. I really don't want to break up again because we fight over something, Q..."
"I don't want to fight again ether." Quinn sighed, "I don't want that. I want to be with you and be myself. I want you to be yourself too." He kissed her cheek. "You are so beautiful. My beautiful, smart and sexy girlfriend."
She smiled shyly, glancing up at him. "You know me better than I know myself sometimes, Q, so guess you'll have to help me with that. But like, um... what if I like, maybe, found a dick online? I mean, just cause you're the one doing this changing thing doesn't mean I can't look stuff up, right?"
He laughed, "Sorry, I have a really funny image of you shopping for my penis online," he smiled, "I'm glad you look things up though. I want a unit I can use with you but also pee with and just wear."
"Jerk," Santana laughed, slapping his shoulder playfully, "and here I found this guy in Germany who kinda makes ones that glue on and match your skin tone and stuff that I thought you'd be into."
"That could be cool." He smiled, "It's probably really expensive... maybe in a few years or something."
She shrugged, "It's a couple grand, but if it'd make you happier, I could help pay for it if money's a problem, Q. I mean, yeah, we're not super wealthy, but most of my clothes are second-hand chic from Columbus and not absurd brand-names like Kurt. Plus I've been working at my mom's place for a few years now so I've got money saved up..."
"You're amazing." Quinn said as he cupped his girlfriend's cheek. "But, let's figure out the first semester. Let me try the hormones and see how I feel then." He kissed her cheek, "But you're amazing for offering."
"I want you to be happy," she smiled lopsidedly. "And besides," her face wrinkled up in a look of almost disgust, "there's something totally ick factor about getting fucked by with a dick you bought from Kelly." She moved to take his book and set it on the ground before rolling to lie on top of him. "Also, it'd be kind of hot to see you play with yourself without the straps. The one I was looking at has a special knob that presses against you in just the right place so you feel when your dick's getting played with..."
"That would be hot." Quinn said as he nuzzled her neck. "You don't need to be jealous about the fact that I got it from her shop. Sam bought it anyway... and Blaine helped me put it on the first time." He teased trying to rile Santana up.
"Oh, ew! Not only is she involved but homoexplosion even got to feel you up before me?" She stuck out her tongue making a grossed out face, "Seriously, Q, who hasn't got to play with your dick before I got you?"
"You only get the answer if you tell me how many other guys have seen your junk." He raised his eyebrow and smiled. "But you're the only person I've ever loved so you're special."
"How many other guys?" she teased, "That's easy. Three. Puck, Finn, and Sam." She chuckled at the look on his face. "You knew about Puck, Finn was on Sue's orders and was totally gross, and Sam... well," she shrugged with a smirk. "Rachel's party," she added as if that explained everything.
"What about girls?" He asked softly, "I don't really care about who you've been with because you're with me, but I kinda would like to know... since like I picked you up at the bar. I just," he bit his lip, "You know... sorry if you don't wanna answer."
"...what do you mean?" she looked worried and uncertain, "I mean, like... do you mean how many I've fucked or how many I let fuck me? The numbers are pretty different."
"Oh... I don't know." He said honestly, "Like... is it like a really big difference? I don't really know what I'd prefer to know. Like, I know you were with Kelly... but other than that I guess."
"It's a big difference," she admitted with a wince, "but the only girl who touched me besides Kelly was Brittany. Everyone else I barely even took to a car. I don't even know half of their names, only how they sounded when I had them up against a wall... I'm sorry." She wasn't sure what she was apologizing, but she felt like maybe she should.
"It's okay." He said, "Don't apologize... It's not a big deal." He reminded her, "I hate the fact Brittany got to touch you before me more than the fact you touched other people."
"I know," she whispered, resting her head against his shoulder, "I wish I'd known better, but I thought I loved her. I thought she wanted me like that. I thought... I thought a lot of things where she was concerned and they were all stupid..."
"She's stupid for letting you get away... except it's good for me." He smiled and kissed her lips.
"She didn't let me do anything," Santana scowled. "She threw me away like a used toy so she could go play with Wheels. And then when I started being happy with you she had to go and fuck that up too."
"It's gonna be okay," He kissed away her frown, "You never have to see her again."
"God, I hope so," she groaned, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. "But honestly, besides you... I've only really been with five people and none of them meant as much. I promise."
"Okay." He smiled, "I know that what we have is special." He ran his hands down her sides. "You're kinda the best thing I have."
"Yeah, well, you're kind of the only thing I have," she admitted with a lopsided smile, leaning in to kiss him. "So I'd better do my best to keep you. I kinda love you, Quinn Fabray."
"I love you too, San." He smiled, he nuzzled her neck and breathed in her sent. "We have to go to work soon."
"Ugh, don't remind me," she groaned. "I just got done cleaning up here!"
"Your pretty ass only has to serve and get tips for being sexy." He smirked, "I have to sweat balls with Luis in the back over the dishwasher and, if I'm lucky, the fryer."
"Yeah, but I'm the one whose ass gets grabbed all the time by the drunks," she made a face, "and I share my tips with you so there!"
"I do like the tips." He smirked, "But, how about I make you dinner at work? We can eat before Luis get there."
"Hmmm, wish you could make me dinner here," she teased, "since I can't actually sit on your lap while we eat at work. Speaking of work, you didn't get burnt sunbathing all morning did you?"
"Nope." He said, "SPF 50 and that vitamin D stuff for the scars." he replied, "Now, let me get up and let's go get dressed for work."
"It's vitamin E for scars, baby," Santana smirked, but slapped his abs lightly as she rolled off him and out of the hammock, picking up their drinks and his book. "Come on, I'd rather Luis doesn't stare at me while I eat today. Totally kills my appetite."
Quinn got up and stretched, "Alright. Go get dressed and I'll meet you at the car?"
"Sounds like a plan," she called back over her shoulder as she headed for the door. "Oh and Q?" she paused in the doorway, looking back at him and licking her lips almost nervously for a second before continuing. "Why don't you talk to my dad? About the hormones and stuff you know. I mean, maybe he could refer you or something."
He beamed. "That's a good idea, thanks," he said as he followed her into the house and headed up to his room. He grabbed his uniform and slipped on a white under shirt and then his polo before going to do his hair in the bathroom.
Santana cleaned everything up then headed up to change into her black skirt and the burgundy polo that all the wait staff wore. Frowning at her reflection in the mirror she tugged the skirt down a little before sighing and wiggling it back up to where it was. No, she didn't really like the attention she got from the more inebriated patrons, but they certainly tipped better when she dressed like this. Plus, she smirked at her reflection, she knew she'd have Quinn's attention whenever she was around and she kinda liked that idea.
Heading down to the car she knocked on the bathroom door, "Hey, I'm heading down, so hurry up in there, sexy!"
"I'm coming," he called before taking his anti-anxiety and pain meds and securing his brace before heading downstairs and outside. He slipped into the driver's seat of his car and turned it on. "What do you want for dinner tonight?"
"I want to see whatever you've learned from Mami's lessons," Santana teased, reaching over to rest a hand on his thigh. "So whatever you feel confident enough to feed your girlfriend who grew up eating the real deal, baby."
He rolled his eyes, "How about... Mojo isle? con arroz y tostones?" He smiled hoping that she'd be impressed.
"Hmm," she smirked at him, looking slightly impressed by his choice, "challenging. Sure you can pull it off, baby?"
"I made it for the special last week." He smiled "I hope you like it...Luis keeps getting mad when your mom lets me help cook on Mondays when it's dead."
"Luis is a kid," Santana rolled her eyes. "He'll figure it out one of these days that it's not all some slight against him but is just letting the people with more maturity take on more responsibility."
He nodded and turned into the parking lot after awhile of driving in silence. "Kiss me before I cook for you?" he asked softly once he turned off the car.
She leaned over. "Before and after, you goof." Closing her eyes with a smirk, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, not asking for anything more than he wanted to give.
"Thank you," he whispered against her lips before getting out and opening the door for her.
"Such a gentleman," she teased, accepting his hand as she climbed out of the car. "No wonder Mami loves you more."
"It's just because I can cook and won't knock you up." He laughed, kissing her cheek and leading her into the restaurant.
She laughed, wrapping an arm around his. "Oh, you think that's the only reason, but just you wait. She's gonna be having you call her mom and try to convince you to take over this place when she's old and gray."
"Sure." He rolled his eyes and headed into the kitchen to start cooking for his girl and her mom before the dinner service started.
Emilio closed the door to the exam room, tucking a pen into the pocket of his white coat and the clipboard he'd been writing on under his arm as he looked across to where his daughter's boyfriend was sitting on the exam table. He hadn't really been expecting Santana to come to him distressed and concerned about the boy's decision to go after hormone therapy, but he wasn't that surprised that Quinn had come to the decision. Reassuring her that it wouldn't somehow change his personality or drastically alter his moods had taken the better part of an hour and somehow he'd found himself agreeing to see the boy on a more professional level than was technically ethical to help him out.
"So, Quinn," he began, walking over to the room's counter and setting his clipboard on it before pulling a stool over, "Santana tells me that your considering stepping up your transitioning process to hormonal replacement therapy."
"I mean yeah." Quinn nodded, his hands wringing on his knees. "I want my period to stop... I need it to stop," he remarked, his face not hiding the feelings that came up at every time that time of the month came. "It just needs to stop."
"Mmm," he nodded, picking up his clipboard and marking something down. "Well, there are things that can be done to stop that without full on hormone replacement. Voluntary sterilization, for instance. Do you have any intention of having your own children at some point in the future?"
"Uh... I want kids." He said softly, "But... I don't want to have them or anything like that... I don't think I could handle that." Quinn's face scrunched up and looked disgusted at the thought of being pregnant.
Emilio looked up without raising his head. "What about with my daughter?"
Quinn's head snapped up, "What do you mean?"
Emilio set his clipboard on his lap and folded his hands on it, looking at his daughter's boyfriend with a calm and steady gaze. "I mean, what are your intentions towards my daughter, Quinn. I am not blind. I realize that you and her have likely had... relations. Possibly even while under my roof. I'm not entirely thrilled with that, but she is an adult now and I trust her to know what she wants and to be safe. However, I am also her father and protective towards her. So, I am asking her boyfriend what his intentions are regarding her."
"I love her." Quinn said simply, "I love her more than anything..." He whispered and looked down at his hands. "We... we haven't... not in awhile, sir." He stumbled over his words nervously, "Santana is the only good thing that's happened to me. I protect her... I'll always protect her and love her no matter what."
"Yes, that's all well and good," Emilio leaned back on his stool, continuing to regard Quinn. "Though, honestly, I expect at least that much from anyone she's chosen to date. What I want to know is if you intend to provide her with a family, Quinn. If you will ever be more than her boyfriend."
"Oh... I mean... we haven't talked about that yet, sir." He murmured, "She... she's still trying to comprehend being with me as a guy and I don't wanna scare her off."
"Quinn, I'm not asking you what you and Santana have discussed," Emilio pointed out. "I'm asking you what you as a man intend towards my daughter. What do you want to do?"
"I don't wanna be without her." He said, "But... I don't want to push her into anything she doesn't want..."
"You're not answering the question, Quinn." He raised a brow. "I wonder why that is."
"I don't understand what your asking." he admitted.
"I'm asking," he spoke slowly and clearly, "if you want to marry my daughter and have children with her someday, Quinn. I'm not asking what she wants right now, but what you, her boyfriend wants regarding her. What she wants will come out when the time is right. But I'm asking you right now what you want."
"Yeah," he smiled, "I really want that." He looked slightly bashful and kicked his legs against the table. "I would like that if she would have me."
"Okay," Emilio nodded with a hint of a smile. "Good. Now that we're on the same page, time for an important question. Assuming she's amenable to the idea, do you want your child or hers?"
"I just want our child," he shrugged, "Doesn't matter whose goods it comes from... she's obviously going to have to carry it. But I would love a little one that looked like her." He smiled softly, "She's just so beautiful."
Emilio chuckled softly. "I'm glad you're clearly enamored with my daughter's appearance, Quinn, but frankly, any child she has is going to biologically be hers and a donor's at best. Now, with the technologies we have available today, it's possible to take eggs from you now and store them for future use with Santana. Genetically, a child created in that method would be yours and a donor's but she would carry it to term and give birth to it. However, if you do not decide to store eggs before undergoing sterilization treatments or hormone replacement, the possibility of doing that goes away. I'm not insisting you make this decision right now, I'm just letting you know your options."
"Sir," he sighed, "I think... I don't think I want to keep them. I... My family..." He looked up and rubbed his eyes, "My dad was evil and cut me apart... My mom left and my sister is a freakshow. I don't want to give a potential child those genetics when they could have Santana's." He rolled his neck just thinking about his family causing him stress. "I just... there are plenty of guys out there who look like me... I'd prefer to find a donor with blonde hair and green eyes over using my DNA."
"That's fine, Quinn," Emilio pointed out, jotting something down on his clipboard. "I just wanted to make you aware of the possibility." He looked up at him again, "Also, are you going to want any more surgery to, um... enhance certain physical features? I'm trying to figure out who I should refer you to of the two therapists available in Columbus."
"I did a lot of research," Quinn replied, taking a breath. "But... I don't think I want bottom surgery. I think my issues with how I look will be better once my period stops. I don't have my chest anymore so... I think I'll live without it. Plus... I'm kinda not a big fan of how it looks after. I want the real thing or nothing."
"Okay," he noted something else down. "So, no preserving your eggs and no bottom surgery. Now did you want hormones or just... something to stop your menstrual cycle?"
"I want the testosterone injections." He said firmly, "It will help me pass more."
"Well, you're going to need a therapist for that. Once you're officially diagnosed with Gender Dysphoria, you'll be able to get the prescriptions you need to get your hormone shots. And I'm going to go ahead and refer you to Dr. Claudia Riesenbacher. She'll be able to write a prescription for you once you've been properly diagnosed." He balanced the bottom edge of his clipboard against his legs and leaned on it, "I'm assuming you've talked to Santana about all this."
"Yeah... she's nervous." He said softly, "So am I.. but I don't understand why I need to get diagnosed for something. It's not a fucking physiological disorder. It's just what I am."
"I know that, Quinn. However it is a condition which requires a prescription of a substance which is known to be abused," Emilio explained, "and, as such, most therapists I can refer you to are going to want to have a valid condition to point to if they are questioned as to why they gave you this prescription."
"I guess you know best." He grumbled, "It's still stupid."
"Stupid or not, testosterone is still a controlled substance, so we have to mind our ps and qs. I'll set things in motion so that you can start seeing her as soon as you want, but just on a personal experience level," he glanced up at Quinn from where he was writing on his clipboard, "keep Santana involved. Because from what I saw in the families of some of the patients I worked with in Fresno, you can inadvertently alienate her in your transformation if you don't. I'm not saying you're doing anything wrong, Quinn, but you do have to realize that she identified herself as a lesbian before you - as a male - entered the picture. The reason she did doesn't matter, but she might just have some trouble adjusting to you going from being a man up here," he tapped his head, "but having a relatively womanly body to having a body that matches your head if you don't."
"I know," he sighed. "But, like, it's hard because we tried to talk about it a few times and it's scary and she gets upset and I don't have all the answers. Can.. can I bring her into my appointments? I want her to ask questions too. I don't want her to be upset."
"That's completely up to you and Santana, son." He leaned back again, regarding Quinn passively. "However much or little you want her involved, just remember it's your treatment, so you're in control as to who gets to know what." He chuckled, noting something else on his clipboard, "Most of it's tax deductible too, so keep all your receipts."
"Oh okay..." He said softly, "can I pay in cash? Like... I don't know about insurance stuff... But I have some cash."
"Insurance doesn't cover this," he explained, glancing up. "That's why it's tax deductible after something like seven and a half percent of your income. That's why you need to keep your receipts so you know how much to claim. This has the potential to be a very expensive change for you, Quinn, so I recommend taking advantage of every bit of help you can."
"Oh okay.." He said, overwhelmed by what he was realizing would go into this. "I didn't know it was such a big thing."
"Oh, it certainly can be. Admittedly, it won't be quite as immediately expensive as you're turning down bottom surgery, but your prescription will add up over time. You're actually lucky in a way," Emilio gestured towards him. "What your father did was heinous, but the damage caused your top surgery to be performed under your insurance. I knew a couple of transmen who spent thousands on that alone in Fresno."
"The one good thing the ass ever did for me." Quinn sighed, "I don't know what would have happened if my mom hadn't been home..."
"Let's not dwell on that, Quinn. What matters is you're safe and you have a home now. Not only that, but you're going to be heading to college soon." He reached up and patted the boy's knee. "I only wish you could actually get married in this state so I could legally mean it when I call you my son."
He smiled, "Thank you, sir, I really owe you and Mrs. Lopez everything for taking me in... I hope to make you and her proud some day... And I'll always love Santana and want to make her happy."
"Quinn, I admire your idealism, but you're still a teenager. I made similar promises about my first love and well, I'm not with her now." Emilio smiled reassuringly up at him, "I won't be mad at you if things change as you two grow up, alright? Us taking you in has nothing to do with your relationship with our daughter. We did it because it is the right and Christian thing to do. You don't owe us anything."
"Thank you, sir." He smiled and got up off the bench and straightened his jeans. "I hope to make you and Mrs. Lopez proud... and my mom at college."
"I'm sure you will, Quinn," Emilio smiled at him, standing up and pushing the stool back against the wall. "Talk to Santana about what's going on with you and figure out when you want an appointment and I'll set things up. Alright?"
"I did... I want to have the hormones. I'd prefer to start prior to university so I can maybe pass there." He put his hands in his pocket, "It would be great if you can set that up."
"I can set that up," Emilio glanced at him with a raised brow, "but I thought you wanted Santana to be with you at your appointments. Don't you need to perhaps discuss when would be a good time so you both can attend?"
"Oh yeah," Quinn said. "I guess your right." He fixed his work shirt and smiled, "I gotta get to work... I'll see you in a few days? You and San are going to see your brother or something?"
"Yep. My brother Saul in Chicago. It's a shame Maria has to deal with the health inspector tomorrow, but are you sure you don't want to come? You know you're entirely welcome, Quinn."
"No thank you, sir." He smiled, "I'm not great with new people."
"Stick around long enough, son, and him and his wife and kids won't be new people," he slid an arm around Quinn's shoulders with a smirk, "they'll be family. Speaking of family, I'm going to a seminar in Cleveland a couple weeks after we get back and I could use a driving buddy. Think you'd be up to tagging along? The seminar will be boring, but the part I'm interested in is only a few hours and then we can duck out and maybe catch an Indians game before driving back. Let the womenfolk do their thing while we have some guy time. What do you say?"
"Yeah, that sounds awesome." Quinn nodded, "Do you think I could try to set up an appointment for those doctors when you're there? I'd prefer if San didn't hear about my dysphoria..."
"Quinn, you do realize you just got finished telling me you talked to my daughter about this, right?" Emilio raised a brow, "And that you want her at your appointments? The fact that you need to have a diagnosis to be prescribed a controlled substance is not a fact that is lost on her. If you don't want her there, that's fine, but you need to make up your mind."
Quinn sighed, "She doesn't need to hear how much I hate myself okay." He said simply, "Let me just get the appointment and talk to the doctor. I'll talk to Santana more, but I don't want her to hear me talk to the doctor... I'll feel like I need to cover it up for her."
"I'm entirely fine with that," Emilio pointed out. "It's your medical situation after all. If you don't want her there, you have the right to your privacy. To be honest, I was surprised when you said you wanted her there earlier."
"Just not for the first... I'll be too scared and I need to do this." He said, "I just need to get this done and get that form saying I can get hormones and then she can come with me if she wants."
"Quinn, as I keep telling you, it's your situation. It's up to you if she does or does not attend your sessions. You don't have to keep justifying your decisions to me or anyone else."
"Okay." He shrugged, "Thanks." Quinn said with a smile before heading out to the lobby. "Have a good trip."
"Have fun being Maria's assistant during the inspection," Emilio laughed. "She's going to run you ragged since Santana and I won't be there to be her go-fors."
"Thanks." He rolled his eyes and waved slightly before heading out to the car.