- I give you butch Quinn. She's probably super OC in this chapter, but you know what? I had fun and I hope you all have fun reading it.
- Also happy American Thanksgiving to those that celebrate it
Thanksgiving
"Happy Thanksgiving!" Santana greeted as her and Quinn walked into Rachel's apartment, offering hugs to everyone.
"Hey." Quinn quickly greeted, heading to the kitchen to drop off the side dishes her and Santana had made.
"Wine?" Kurt offered with a smile.
Quinn shook her head and held up a six pack of beer.
"You like beer, Quinn?" Blaine asked with confusion, watching as she grabbed one from the pack and then put the rest in the fridge.
"You'll have to forgive Quinn today. Her butch side is out in full force." Santana said and then waved her hand in her direction as Quinn slipped out of her jacket to reveal that she was simply wearing jeans and a football hoodie, while Santana on the other hand was wearing a causal, but sexy, dress.
"Wine doesn't exactly go well with football." Quinn answered and then headed straight for the living room.
Santana simply rolled her eyes, turning to peer in the oven, "There is a turkey in there right? Like a real turkey, not some vegan tofu shit?"
"Yes, Santana, Kurt has prepared the turkey for all of you." Rachel informed her.
"Rachel!" Quinn suddenly called, "Rachel come here quick!"
Rachel was the first to run out of the kitchen and into the living room, the others following close behind, "What is it, Quinn?"
"Your TV... it's not – " Quinn paused to mash the buttons, "It's not working!"
"I've been having trouble with it..." Rachel began to explain as she walked over to take the remote from Quinn's hand.
Quinn's eyes went wide as she looked from the black screen then back to Rachel, her breath catching in her throat. "Excuse me? Why – why wouldn't you warn us before you invited all of us over here?"
"I didn't exactly think we would be watching TV."
"It's Thanksgiving, Rachel. Do you know what happens on Thanksgiving? Football happens and some of us may have placed money on these games and I have to know the scores to know if I'm winning and to know the scores I need to be able to watch the games!"
"Got it!" Rachel declared with triumph when the television turned on, handing the remote back to Quinn who swiftly swiped it out of her hand.
Quinn quickly found the channel she was looking for, looking up at everyone who had just witnessed her little freak out, happily smiling, "Whew, Thanksgiving was almost ruined there for a second!"
"Ay, Dios mio." Santana rolled her eyes with a shake of her head.
"All right!" Quinn grinned and then smacked Rachel's ass, "It's game time, baby!"
Rachel jumped with a surprise squeak, both her hands coming around to cover her butt, "Quinn."
"Quinn!" Santana shouted marching over to her and pointing a finger in her face, scolding her like some kind of misbehaved animal, "No!"
"Sorry, sorry." Quinn said with her hands raised in defense, "I'm just excited." She wrapped her arms around Santana, "Baby, I'm sorry." She looked over Santana's shoulder to offer Rachel an apologetic look, "Sorry."
"It's all right." Rachel said with a wave of her hand, "A little rough, but please, don't let it happen again."
"She'll only be smacking my ass." Santana assured and grabbed Quinn's face, forcing her attention from the television, "Quinn."
"Yes, yes." Quinn said and shook herself free so she could go over and sit on the couch, "If you need anything – uh – please wait until halftime."
"Honestly," Rachel laughed to herself as she started to head back towards the kitchen, rubbing at the sore spot on her butt where Quinn had smacked her. "It's like she never grew out of being a rowdy teenager."
The doorbell rang, forcing her to change course. "Kurt! Blaine!" she called out. "Please tend to things in the kitchen while I answer the door, would you?"
"As you command, Princess," came Kurt's swift retort, followed by a swift "Shush!" of admonishment from Blaine.
Rachel merely rolled her eyes before unnecessarily smoothing out her dress, which was nearly as snug and tight-fitting as Santana's, if not quite as short. She inhaled deeply, then opened the door with her usual dazzling show smile - which only widened when she saw who was on the other side of it.
"Tina! Mike, Sam!" she exclaimed. "I'm so glad you were able to make it! Come in, come in!" She stepped aside to let the trio of former classmates and Glee Club members enter her apartment. "Oh!" she exclaimed with a giggle as first the tall Asian dancer and then the strapping blonde model hugged her tightly. "I'm so happy to see you all."
When Sam released her from his grasp, turning with Mike to acknowledge Quinn and Santana's happy greetings, Tina stood shyly with her hands clasped behind her back. "Hi, Rachel," she said. "It's good to see you again." The pretty Asian smiled, but didn't move. "You look beautiful. Stunning, actually."
Rachel blushed, ducking her head at the compliment. "Thank you, Tina. You look wonderful yourself! I've always enjoyed your unique sense of style, you know." She opened her arms. "Is it okay if I hug you now?"
Laughing, Tina raised an eyebrow. "You used to just tell people you were going to hug them. Now you ask first?"
"After a long talk with my therapist about my lack of boundaries, it was decided that would be the best way to approach the issue of hugs going forward."
"I see. Well, before I accept your offer, I have something for you." She unclasped her hands and brought them forward, revealing the small, gift-wrapped present she held. "I hope you like it."
"What? Tina, you didn't - I mean, you shouldn't have. Chanukah - not to mention my birthday - aren't for several weeks yet." She engulfed the other woman in an affectionately firm embrace. "Thank you, though. It's very sweet of you."
"Well, after the other night, when we - well, you remember - I just felt like I should. I hope it's not too much," Tina said as she stepped back and out of Rachel's arms, missing the warmth of the contact immediately. Her eyes dropped to the floor, not wanting to stare at how beautiful the petite diva looked this evening. "I mean, of course, you can tell me if it is, and I'll totally understand."
"It's fine - no, more than fine. Don't be silly." She offered her hand to the other woman, who took it with a happy smile. Now, come on in and say hello to Quinn and Santana. I have to warn you, though - Quinn may not notice. She's glued to some football game or other on television. It's like she's channeling Finn or something."
Tina laughed. "Oh, boy. Well, at least Finn never bet on the games."
"You know about that?" Rachel's eyes widened in surprise. "How - ?"
"Are you kidding? Who do you think's betting against her?" Tina's smile was mischievous. "Hey Q - who's winning?" she called out, drawing the blonde's attention away from the giant screen mounted on Rachel's living room wall.
"The things you learn about people..." Rachel murmured, finding herself trailing the pretty Asian as she headed into the living room.
Quinn rose from the couch, stepping over Santana's feet, and wrapped Tina in a hearty embrace, laughing and whooping enthusiastically. "No score just yet, luckily for you. Come on, sit down. The fun has just begun!"
"Since when have you been a big football fan, T?" Santana asked, trying to ignore the sounds of Sam and Mike chomping on popcorn and laughing at the stupid commercial blaring from the TV. "I don't remember you being into it back in high school."
"College. I had a roommate who was obsessed with it. College, professional - even the Canadian league. She was so into it that she actually played on her high school football team, and not the way we did that one game either."
"Oh, god," Rachel groaned, wincing at the memory of the one and only time she'd ever worn a football jersey in her life. "The epic Halloween nightmare game."
"When Artie gets here, we have to get him to do the Vincent Price part from 'Thriller," Sam chortled, high-fiving Mike. "That was so awesome."
"As long as he does it during a commercial," warned Quinn. "If he does it any other time, I'm rolling him out the window, chair and all." Tina burst out in a peal of laughter, holding up a hand for the blonde to smack in their own high-five. Quinn grinned from ear to ear, ignoring Rachel's horrified expression of disapproval.
Santana turned to her girlfriend with a raised eyebrow and a startled laugh. "Harsh, babe. But not totally unjustifiable."
"Tina, I can't believe you would condone such...aggressive humor," Rachel exclaimed. "Artie's our friend!"
"All's fair in love and football," Tina responded with a shrug. "Besides, I imagine he'd know better than to commit such a major foul anyway. He dated Brittany, remember? He learned all the rules from her, I'm sure."
Kurt poked his head out from the kitchen. "Sorry to break up this horrifying conversation, but I thought you might like to know I have appetizers. In the meantime, Rachel, could you maybe help Blaine to distribute the adult beverages among the savage horde in the living room?"
"Of course!" Rachel said brightly, turning to the kitchen. "Never let it be said that Rachel Berry is anything less than an excellent hostess."
"So, how much did you bet on this game?" Santana inquired from her spot on the couch next to Quinn and Tina.
Tina turned to Santana, "Loser buys NFL tickets."
Santana pursed her lips, confused by the answer, "Quinn..." She sweetly began, reaching out to pat the blonde's thigh, "baby?" she tried and when Quinn didn't look her away, she grabbed her chin and turned her head, "Quinn."
"Huh?"
"I thought you put money on this game?" Santana asked. "Tina says differently."
Quinn nodded, "Tina and I are doing it just for fun. The guys at work, we're in a pool, we're playing for money. Not just this game, but the next two after this one as well."
"Oh god, there's more than one football game on today?" Kurt asked as he breezed into the living room to set down some appetizers, "What about the parade?"
"The parade is overrated." Quinn said with a wave of her hand, beckoning Kurt over so she could have some dip, while she handed Santana her empty beer bottle.
Santana looked down at the bottle tapping her arm; she stared at it for a few seconds before looking up at Quinn, "Yes?"
"Can you get me another?" Quinn asked without even looking at her.
"You have two functioning legs, Quinn. Get it yourself." Santana answered and then crossed her arms over her chest, "She turns into a completely different person when football is on. No soy el esclavo de nadie!"
Kurt snickered as he watched the two, "Rachel will be here with your drinks shortly." He assured, "Isn't that right, Rachel!?"
Rachel hurriedly appeared in the living room, "Coming!"
"Butchbray needs a cold one." Santana muttered and stood up, pushing the wine glass being offered to her out of the way, "I need something stronger if my girlfriend is going to ignore me all day."
"Come on, San?" Quinn questioned with a sigh, swapping her empty bottle with the full one Rachel had, "She'll forget all about it later tonight when I'm-"
"Please, for the love of Barbra, don't finish that sentence." Rachel pleaded and Quinn nodded, sitting back and turning her attention back to the game. Rachel then moved on to serve the other guests in the apartment.
"All right!" Santana smiled when she came back with a red solo cup filled with vodka and soda, "Tina, what team are we going for?"
Tina smiled brightly as she looked up at Santana, surprised she seemed to be siding with her, even if it was just to push her girlfriend's buttons, "The Saints."
That seemed to capture Quinn's attention, raising her perfectly shaped eyebrow, finally looking up at Santana as her girlfriend approached the couch, "San, no. We're going for the Falcons."
Mike paused as he reached for a shrimp tail his hand hovering over top of them, "I thought your team was the Panthers?" he said nodding to the Carolina Panthers hoodie she was wearing."
"They're not playing today." Quinn simply answered, "I put my money on the Falcons." She looked up at Santana, "During this game we're going for the Falcons."
"You're going for the Falcons." Santana stated, "I'm going for the Steelers."
"The Saints." Tina corrected.
Santana nodded, "I'm going for the Saints." She smugly said walking back over to join Quinn on the couch, leaning in, her lips inches from the blonde's ear, whispering, "Go Saints go."
"Santana." Quinn warned.
Santana smiled and winked, and then turned to Tina, "So are we winning?"
Tina bashfully smiled, ducking back to lean against the couch, "We're down by eight actually."
"Damn." Santana whispered under breath.
"It's only the second quarter." Sam informed her, "Plenty of time for them to catch up."
About twenty minutes later, Santana and Tina cheered and high fived, Santana laughing and drinking the rest of her alcohol as she bounced on the couch next to Quinn, "See that, Quinn? Touchdown!"
"Our team scored?" Rachel innocently asked as she walked back into the living room from the kitchen, doing some last minute prep before dinner was to be served.
Quinn gasped and looked up at the petite brunette, "Rachel! Not you too!?"
Rachel shrugged and lightly blushed, "I was just going for whoever Tina was rooting for." She answered, making eye contact with Tina, the two shyly smiling at each other.
"Ha –ha-ha-ha!" Santana taunted, poking Quinn's bicep, a little tipsy from her drink, "My team is winning. You are the loser. Loser has to go down on the winner tonight however many times she wants and a back massage in the morning."
"Bite your tongue, Santana. It's not even halftime yet." Quinn stated, "Although me winning that bet does sound fantastic." She stuck out her hand, waiting until Santana shook it, "Want to make it official?"
Santana looked down at her hand, pursing her lips as she thought about it. She looked up at the television, her team seemed to be winning as of right now and so she locked eyes with Quinn's competitive hazel ones, smiling as she reached out and shook Quinn's hand, "Deal!"
"I would like to point out that this is the third bet Quinn has placed." Kurt stated.
"Are you the narrator?" Quinn questioned.
Kurt smirked and crossed his legs, "No, but you my dear, are turning into a filthy gambler."
Santana hummed a thought, squeezing Quinn's hand, "You never did tell me how much money you placed on these games."
"Tina and I are betting NFL tickets." Quinn answered and turned back to the TV, avoiding the answer she knew Santana was looking for, which was about the bets she made with the guys from work. "Oh look! My team is getting a field kick." She smirked and stood up, clapping her hands with excitement, "All right boys! Time to make a comeback."
Blaine shrugged and clinked glasses with Sam, "She was a Cheerio."
Ten minutes later Quinn grabbed the hem of her hoodie and pulled it off, tossing it to some unknown place in the room, clearly frustrated about the game happening in front of her.
"How can you miss a stupid field goal!?" Quinn shouted, standing in front of the television, while the other's watched her with awe, "Two giant yellow polls, kick the ball in between them!"
"Remember when I was the kicker for the McKinley football team?" Kurt smiled proudly. "All the single ladies." He sang doing some of the moves.
Santana nodded to Quinn, "She's about to be a single lady."
Quinn's eyes were still glued to the TV, but she slightly turned her head, "I heard that." she stated and just as quickly she winced and threw her hands in the air, "They missed two in a row – "Vaya panda de perdedores!"
Santana gasped with a flirty smile, "Baby!" She drunkenly giggled from her spot on the couch, "I love it when you speak the language of my people."
"Something foul I assume?" Blaine questioned.
Santana shrugged, "She just called them losers. This is what she does – she coaches them through the TV. I think she believes they can hear her."
"If they could in fact hear me, they would be winning." Quinn stated turning so she could flop back on the couch, "It's almost halftime. We can eat, regroup and hopefully finish this game on top."
Kurt stood up with a small shake of his head, "Wow Sue Sylvester anyone? Anyway, while the lovely Quinn Fabray has her little football episode, I will be in the kitchen checking on the turkey, which should be ready in about ten minutes. So ladies and gentlemen why don't you grab your drinks and head to the table?"
While everyone left the living room, Santana shifted closer to Quinn, resting her hand on the blonde's thigh and pressing into her, "Quinn..." She quietly began with a small smile, "What other Spanish do you know?"
"San, we just bet against each other, are you really trying to seduce me?"
Santana's face fell and she rolled her eyes, "Yes! – and I didn't think it would be this hard because I'm wearing a tight small black dress. My boobs are practically pouring out and you haven't ogled them once. And my ass looks fucking stunning in this dress! You love my ass, Quinn! You haven't grabbed it all day!" she stood up and did a small twirl to show off her outfit, "Today is supposed to be all about giving thanks. You should be thankful that you have a hot girlfriend! I am!"
Quinn sighed and looked up at her, "I hope there is more to our relationship than just our looks."
"Oh! You know what I mean!" Santana stated with a wave of her hand and then stormed towards the dining table, shouting on her way, "Have another beer, Quinn!"
"Oh-kay..." Quinn nodded and slowly stood from the couch as halftime took place, walking over to join the others, taking an attentive seat next to Santana. She smirked as she took in the sight of all the food placed on the table, "Wow, everything looks great. You guys did amazing. Thank you Kurt, Blaine and Rachel for taking the time to prepare all of this.
"Thank you and you're welcome." Kurt, Blaine and Rachel beamed, Kurt standing so he could start carving the turkey, handing out pieces to those that wanted some.
"I'm surprised you're even paying attention to the food." Santana mumbled.
Rachel looked up and over at the couple, Quinn about to retaliate, but Rachel held her hand up, "We are all here together to celebrate Thanksgiving. A day of thanks. I do not care if you two are currently in a petty relationship quarrel. It will not continue at the dinner table, understood?"
Quinn and Santana both sat there, eyes on Rachel who sat across the table from them, both about to protest, but Rachel shook her head.
"Fine." Quinn mumbled.
"Whatever you say, Peacekeeper Berry." Santana answered.
"Now! Shall we go around the table and say what we are thankful for?" Rachel beamed with a clasp of her hands.
"I'm thankful for food." Sam quickly said and grabbed his fork, "Can we eat now and give thanks later?"
Quinn was about to agree with Sam, wanting to finish dinner before the football game came back on, but she didn't want to further agitate Santana and kept her thoughts to herself, happy when Rachel agreed to Sam's suggestion and everyone began to eat.
The friends all kept a low quiet conversation going during dinner, reminiscing about old times, Mercedes Facetime-ing Sam during dinner, saying hi to everyone since she couldn't currently make it back to New York. Promising everyone she would see them during Christmas. Artie calling next, apologizing that he couldn't make it and decided to take a last minute trip back out to Lima. All in all it was a nice friendly Thanksgiving and once everyone was full they stayed seated at the table, finally humoring Rachel and sharing what they were all thankful for.
When they finally got to Quinn, the blonde was leaning back on her chair, trying to take a peek at the television, listening to hear what was going on.
"Quinn?" Rachel questioned.
Santana sighed, "Oh just let her go."
"I'm – I'm sorry –" Quinn said turning to look at them, "I'm thankful for Santana and all of you guys." She hurriedly said and stood up tucking in her chair, standing there, almost as if she were waiting for permission.
"Go ahead, Quinn." Kurt lightly laughed nodding to the living room. "Your love of football amuses me. Go and enjoy yourself."
Rachel smiled and playfully nudged Tina, "You can go watch too, if you want."
"Thanks." Tine quietly said with a small smirk, getting up and heading over to the living room with Quinn.
Santana watched Quinn go and then sat back against her seat, crossing her arms over her chest with a small pout.
"Do you want me to make you another drink, Santana?" Blaine asked and she silently nodded.
"What's for dessert?" Sam asked and stood up, collecting empty dishes to bring into the kitchen, Kurt, Mike and Rachel doing the same.
Blaine walked back out from the kitchen, placing Santana's drink in front of her, "Maybe we can play a game while Quinn is preoccupied with football? I know it's a bummer, Santana, but it's something she enjoys and I don't think I've ever seen Quinn enjoy something, besides you, so much before. Let her have her thing."
Santana rolled her eyes, "I guess." She muttered and took a long drink, appreciating the after taste the vodka left behind, "Fine, let's play cards or something."
"I'll go see who all wants to play." Blaine nodded with a smile.
An hour later, Santana, Rachel, Kurt, Blaine and Mike all sat around the table playing cards, while Sam, Quinn and Tina were in the living. Once again everyone enjoying the company and the atmosphere of the holiday and being among friends, laughter, joy and cheers filling the apartment.
"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah!" Quinn shouted and sauntered into the dining area, pointing at Santana, "I know you're currently annoyed with me, but I just had to let you know the Falcons won and that means I am the blissful champion of our bet!"
"Oh whatever." Santana said, "Jokes on you, because I love going down on you anyway!"
"TMI!" Kurt winced.
Quinn grinned, her voice in a sing-song as she walked back over to the living room, "Don't forget we added in a back massage too!"
"This side of Quinn is fascinating." Rachel mused.
"She's usually only like this when the Panthers are playing – and apparently when she gambles." Santana stated, "Which I'm never allowing her to do again."
"I want to be around for that fight." Kurt teased, laughing when Santana shot him the finger.
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Sometime later, the rest of the group headed back into the living room, Santana deciding to go along with Quinn's love of football, wanting to enjoy what was left of Thanksgiving, crediting her sudden forgiving attitude to the alcohol she had consumed during the day, walking over and carefully sliding into Quinn's lap.
"Hi." She quietly greeted.
Quinn wrapped her arms around Santana's waist, glancing up at her, "This is the last game. Fourth quarter, we can go home after this."
"What team are we going for?" Santana asked and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"The Bears." Quinn answered, both excited and antsy because it was the last game, and so far it looked like things were playing out in her favour, "But it's more than just-ugh never mind."
"No, tell me." Santana said and pressed a kiss to her temple.
"With you and Tina, yeah it was about what team won. But with my work pool it's more than just who wins." Quinn said, pulling Santana a little closer as she began to explain, "The Bears have to win, but points are involved too and some of the players and –"
Santana cut her off by holding up her hand, "Q, just tell me if you're currently winning."
"It's looks to be in my favour." Quinn nodded.
Santana pressed a kiss to her cheek, making herself comfortable against her, deciding that sitting in Quinn's lap would have to suffice as enough attention for right now. She enjoyed the game for a little while, before she stood up and stretched.
"Q, want dessert? Rachel went to set it all up in the kitchen. I'm feeling like some pumpkin pie." She smirked with a lick of her lips.
Quinn moved to the edge of her seat, simply nodding and giving her a thumbs up, the game finally nearing the end.
"I'll get us some." She said and headed for the kitchen, not at all expecting to walk in on Tina and Rachel getting close and cuddly.
"Oh, it's absolutely gorgeous, Tina." Rachel whispered with astonishment as she held up the bracelet with a gold star charm hanging from it, "You really shouldn't –"
Tina cut her off with a small kiss, her arm slipping around her waist, "Please, accept my gift. It'll make me so happy if you wore it."
"Absolutely." Rachel nodded and once the bracelet was clasped safely around her tiny wrist, she wrapped her arms around her neck and rewarded her with a kiss.
"Well, no shit!" Santana laughed spinning around on her heels and heading back out in the living room, "Hey! Did you guys know Tina and Berry are banging each other?"
Everyone turned to look at her with surprise.
While Quinn jumped up and cheered, "I just won $600!"
Tina and Rachel stormed out into the living room hand in hand, both of them shouting at the same time, "Santana!"
Santana ignored them and stormed over to her girlfriend, "Quinn! You bet that much!?"
Quinn eagerly nodded, "And I won!"
Kurt stood up and clapped his hands, "God bless us, everyone!"
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Later that evening when they arrived home, Quinn pulled Santana close, wrapping her arms around her waist.
"San..." Quinn quietly began, waiting until Santana's arms were draped over her shoulders, "I apologize if you were upset with me tonight. But as I explained in the cab, there were six of us in the Thanksgiving Football pool we all put in a $100. I know that is a lot, but I did win."
"It's fine." Santana shrugged, "It's your money. It just seems like a waste."
Quinn sighed, but waved that comment off, deciding to jump to the next problem, "And I'm sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring you tonight. You do look absolutely stunning in your dress. Don't think for a second that I didn't notice."
"Thank you." Santana said and leaned into her some more, pressing her boobs against her. "Can you please tell the ladies how good they look." She said looking down at her boobs that were currently being held up on top of Quinn's, making them look bigger.
Quinn playfully rolled her eyes, but smiled. She slowly slid her hands down, gently grabbing Santana's ass, causing Santana to delightfully moan and then she angled her head down looking at Santana's enhanced breasts, "Ladies." She greeted, "You two looked utterly gorgeous tonight. Voluptuous and alluring and I cannot wait to get my hands on you."
"And mouth." Santana grinned with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
Quinn smirked, "And my mouth." She added and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of each one, finally giving Santana's ass a hard squeeze as she lifted her head to look up at her, "You will have my undivided attention for the rest of the night, I promise. And I have the day off tomorrow, so we can stay in bed all day."
Santana laughed and pulled out of the embrace, grabbing Quinn's hand as she headed for the bedroom, "Quinn, tomorrow is black Friday and if you think I'm not joining the other crazies out there for all those damn sales, well...then you don't know me as well as I thought you did!"
Quinn's eyes went wide, forgetting that Santana loved Black Friday. "Santana no, I always worry about you out there."
Santana laughed, "First of all – Lima Heights and second of all – Sue Sylvester was our coach. I will be perfectly safe thank you very much!"
Quinn nodded, "That's the part I'm worried about! That I'm going to get a call to come bail you out of jail."
"Bitches need to learn, Quinn." Santana smirked. "Stay outta my way."
Quinn sighed with a shake of her head, "Oh, Dios mio."
- Shout out to images-in-words, who helped me write some of this chapter. Mostly the Rachel/Tina parts lol. I had trouble with this one, it helped get the ball rolling a bit.
- Also I know some of you already saw, read and reviewed - but mentioning it anyway - I started the sequel to "The Second Time Around" which is called "New Beginnings" please check it out if you haven't already. Read, review, enjoy! lol I'll try and update it soon!