Authors Note: OMG, could it be? Really? Another chapter after all this time?
Okay, so I guess I should apologize. I really didn't intend for this chapter to take so long. I haven't been suffering from writers block but from a lack of impetus to write. Every time I sat down to do something, whether this story, Of Poles And Promises or one of the many unpublished work-in-progresses I have been playing around with, I have just found it so hard to actually start typing. Damn you tumblr for being so distracting! (My tumblr URL is talwynfanfic btw, just in case you get as distracted by tumblr as I do).
Still, here's chapter 36. I think we'll probably see the glee club heading home in the next chapter and then there will be some serious time jumps going on, but there is still interesting things coming (or at least I think their interesting, YMMV).
In this chapter we talk about birthdays a little and before anyone points out the inconsistency, I'll say now it's not mine. The Glee Wiki puts Quinn's birthday in February and Rachel's in December of the same year (Brittany and Santana's birthdays aren't listed so I made them up). I checked with an American friend I have and I'm told that that should have put Rachel in the year below Quinn in high school and not the same year as shown in the show, but I'm going to stick with things as they are set up in the show.
Also, I've never been to the USA or the real Tiffany's so I've no idea how the store is laid out or how their sales assistants would behave. The events shown below are fictional and not a reflection on the real Tiffany's (and that's technically called ass covering).
Please enjoy and please do review.
Oh, and for those of you also reading Of Poles And Promises, a new chapter should be up soon!
Quinn could feel her face burning with embarrassment as she follows Santana, Britt and the officer escorting them through the hallways of the police station. She could feel the eyes of the people they pass boring into her as they walked through the maze that made up the station. She felt like everyone already knew what she and Britt had been caught doing and honestly she wouldn't be surprised if they did, gossip was probably the only thing that moved faster than doughnuts around here. It didn't help that Santana kept making inappropriate comments as they walked.
It also didn't help when the officer escorting them sent them through the front door of the building with the comment "You two girls behave yourselves now, okay?" but at least they are out of there and fresh air has never felt so good. That is, of course, when Santana turns on Quinn.
"God damn it Quinn, you really need to be more careful. Do you realize just how close you came to being in serious trouble today?!"
"Look, I get it" Quinn says rather surprised at the sudden change in Santana's attitude, "But we were in a locked room. I didn't think…"
"No you obviously didn't think" Santana interrupts, "And I don't think you do get it. If those cops hadn't done such a half-assed job for some reason you could very well have screwed up the rest of your life!" When Quinn just looks blank Santana sighs and runs a hand through her hair, "When was your seventeenth birthday Q?"
"February the 1st, you know that Santana."
"And Britt's?"
"June…" Quinn starts.
Santana cuts her off, "Exactly. Obviously it's escaped your attention that the age of consent in New York isn't sixteen like it is at home, it's seventeen Quinn. Seventeen!" Santana holds up one hand, tips of her forefinger and thumb held close together, "You just came this close to getting charged with statutory rape and I seriously doubt I could have talked them out of that one. So you are damn lucky that those cops weren't paying attention today Q or you may well have ended up spending the next few years at Rikers Island."
Quinn could feel the blood drain from her face as she turned to Britt, "Shit."
"Yeah, Shit." Santana pokes the other girl with her finger as she rants, "There's a time and place for things like that Q and you have to learn to recognize them. And to be aware of the consequences if you're caught. A dressing room at Macy's…"
"It wasn't Macy's" Quinn interrupts.
But Santana continues as if the other girl hadn't spoken "… where any staff member with a key can walk in and you know they're going to be on the lookout for anyone acting odd? Not a good choice Q, not a smart choice at all. I really don't know how you got away with it but you have been exceedingly lucky today."
"I gave them your date of birth Santana." Britt says quietly.
Santana and Quinn's head swivel round for them to both gape at Brittany. Like Quinn, Santana was already seventeen so giving her date of birth would have made the police believe that Brittany too was over the local age of consent.
"Well I'm glad one of you was thinking." Santana says as she runs her hand through her hair and glances around, "Even if that was unbelievably risky Britt. Now both of you, in the car."
Santana gestures towards a stretched limo with heavily tinted windows that is sitting at the curb looking seriously out of place next to the assorted police cars surrounding it. A uniformed chauffer is standing next to the rear door and hastens to swing it open as they approach. Britt climbs in first, quickly followed by Quinn who glances around the interior before turning to Santana.
"Where's Rachel?"
Quinn had expected to see Santana climbing into the car behind her but instead she's standing in the doorway with just her head inside the vehicle.
"She's back at the hotel. Do you seriously think I'd bring my pregnant fiancée to a place like this?" Santana grins a little, "You never know when she's get knocked over by a couple of horny teenagers trying to escape the long arm of the law."
"Santana, I get it…"
"Time and place Q, keep that in mind. Store dressing rooms, no. The back of a limo with tinted windows and locked doors…" Santana grins and winks at the two blondes who are looking at her with open mouths, "Just press the intercom button when you're done and tell the driver to take you back to the hotel. Get this sex in a public place thing you seem to have out of your system and please do me a favor keep it in your hotel room at least until we get back to Ohio. I really don't want to get into the habit of bailing you two out."
"Santana…!"
Quinn's horrified squeak barely makes it past the closing door of the limo and the driver takes that as a signal to pull out into traffic leaving a grinning Santana standing on the sidewalk. The decision to give the two girls the limo, the only car the hotel had available at short notice that morning, had been spur of the moment for Santana which meant she now had to find her own way back to the hotel.
It didn't take long for Santana to realize that she apparently doesn't have whatever it is that it takes to hail a cab in this city since all the yellow cab's shot past her as if she wasn't there. She even moved along the block in case the cabs didn't want to pick up outside a police station but it didn't help. It was only when a friendly doorman from a nearby building took pity on her that she actually managed to get a ride but it annoyed Santana somewhat that a cab seemed to materialize at the curb as soon as he stuck out his arm.
One thing about Quinn, even when she gets arrested she manages to do it in a classy neighborhood.
Even with the New York traffic it didn't take that long for Santana to get back to the hotel and when she opens the door to her room she finds Rachel sitting on the sofa, wrapped in one of the hotels fluffy robes that was far too big for her, legs stretched out across the cushions and staring intently at the iPad resting on her lap while apparently ignoring the piles of sandwiches sitting on the coffee table next to her. Santana gets halfway across the room before the diva looks up.
"Hey, you're back." Rachel smiles but her expression quickly turns to concern, "How are Quinn and Brittany? Are we going to need to get them a lawyer?"
Santana crosses the rest of the space and bends over to give Rachel a quick kiss and a quiet "Hi Baby" before dropping onto the far end of the sofa. "Nah, they're fine. I think the cops were trying to scare them more than anything because they didn't put up much of a fight." She laughs and shakes her head, "The charges were ridiculous given where they were caught. I spent most of the time proving I could act as Q's guardian and then I had to wait for the cops to do a load of paperwork."
"They must be relieved that it's all over." Rachel observes.
"Quinn certainly was" Santana says with a smirk as she helps herself to some lunch, "Eventually."
"Santana…" Rachel says in a stern tone as she glares at the other girl, "What did you do?"
"I might have led Quinn to think she was in a little bit of trouble." Santana says with a grin, "Just for a little bit."
"Santana! That wasn't nice. Quinn was probably worried enough already, you shouldn't have done that."
"Oh come on, you wouldn't have been able to resist either if you'd seen her in that interview room all freaking out about going to jail. And anyway, she would have been in a lot more trouble if Britt hadn't given my date of birth. Quinn didn't have a fucking clue."
Rachel frowns as she considers this piece of information. "That was a little risky, impressive quick thinking on Brittany's part, but risky. Though actually I don't think it would have been that bad." She lowers her feet to the floor and scoots up the sofa so she can show Santana the iPad she was holding, "I did some research while you were gone. Since Brittany is already sixteen and Quinn is only a year older it would have just been misdemeanour, sexual misconduct, not statutory rape."
"Sexual misconduct? Wanky." Santana says as she examines the iPad, "Still, I doubt Quinn would have appreciated having that on her record, I have to assume that anything with the term 'Sexual' in it isn't going to go down well. But I guess we should let them know the good news when they get back."
Rachel hums her agreement around a mouthful of sandwich and once she swallows asks "Back? Where are they if they're not in the hotel?"
"Right now, probably still defiling the back of one of the hotel limos."
"Santana!"
"What?! Look, as long as they keep the doors locked and the windows closed it's perfectly safe and if it helps them get the need for a thrill out of their system it might stop them getting into more trouble later in the week."
"You shouldn't be encouraging them like that." Rachel says.
"Oh?" Santana says, raising a questioning eyebrow, "And what about when you 'encourage' me?"
"At least we keep it in our room."
"Most of the time." Santana says with a smirk.
Rachel rolls her eyes then pushes herself up from the sofa. "Come on, we just have enough time to shower before we go wave our fathers off at the airport."
Santana watches with appreciation as Rachel fairly struts across the bedroom, even pregnant the girl can sure work it especially when she drops the robe half way to the en-suite and walks the rest of the way totally naked. It's only when Rachel sticks her head back into the bedroom and reminds Santana that they both have to shower that the Latina gets the hint that she's supposed to join her fiancée and probably not do much in the way of showering.
Santana was pleasantly surprised by the number of gleeks that turned out to see their parents off. She had made sure to let everyone know when the plane was leaving, but she had expected it just be her and Rachel to wave them off with maybe Quinn and Brittany showing up too. Instead every single member of the glee club was waiting in the hotel lobby when the appointed hour arrived.
Except Mr Shue and Miss Pillsbury, who no one had seen all day, and Santana really didn't want to even consider what those two were up to.
Quinn and Brittany even emerged from whatever location they had currently been desecrating and managed to only look slightly rumpled rather than totally ravished. Santana had not so subtly stepped up next to Quinn and sniffed deeply in an attempt to tease the other girl, all the while praying to not actually smell the scent of sex. The action had earned her some off looks from some of the gleeks, a smack to the shoulder from the blonde and a poke in the ribs from her fiancée but Quinn had turned an impressive shade of red and Santana's nose was uncontaminated so the Latina decided to call that a win. For now.
Thankfully the process at the airport didn't take too long. There were no misty eyes or shed tears, they were going to be home in a few days themselves after all, and the two limos carrying the glee club returned to the hotel without incident and everyone went their separate ways to enjoy the rest of the day. Rachel remained in one of the limo's however while Santana stepped out to speak to the driver and a few moments later they were once again cruising through New York traffic.
"Where are we going?" Rachel asks even as she peers out the car window trying to figure out the answer.
Santana just smiles, "You'll see soon enough. It's no far."
Of course that isn't good enough for Rachel and she spends the next few minutes trying to persuade Santana to tell her where they are going. In the end Santana threatens, not very seriously, to have the driver turn the car around and go back to the hotel which has the desired effect. Rachel of course huffs, crosses her arms and Santana was sure if she wasn't sitting she'd have stamped a foot. Some people would have called that sort of behavior but Santana couldn't help but find it adorable, even if it did look slightly ridiculous with Rachel's ever growing baby bump.
It wasn't until the car turned off of Madison Avenue onto 57th Street then pulled up just before the junction with 5th Avenue that Rachel spoke again.
"That's Tiffany's." she said in awe of the building before them totally missing that Santana had already climbed out of the car. "You brought me to Tiffany's? Seriously?!"
Santana grins and offers Rachel her hand to help her out of the car. "Well, it's not exactly a tourist attraction but I seem to remember you mentioning you wanted to see it every time you watched a certain film." Santana pauses before adding, "Every time. Without fail. Repeatedly."
"Santana!"
And for the second time that afternoon, Santana finds herself being smacked on the shoulder.
The Latina sighs dramatically and turns her face up to the heavens, "I try and do something nice for you and all I end up with is spousal abuse" she jokes.
"Technically I'm not your spouse." Rachel points out.
Even in the noise of the busy street, Rachel clearly hears the promise in the "Not Yet" that slips easily from Santana's lips. She glances over at the Latina and her heart is warmed at the dreamy faraway look the other girl is currently wearing even as she stands in the middle of the sidewalk oblivious to all the people that have to step around them. Rachel is tempted to add a "Soon" to Santana's statement but that might give the other girl the wrong idea. Or what might be the wrong idea because in that moment Rachel isn't entirely sure she's that she wants to wait any more. Instead she gives Santana's hand a squeeze and tilts her head towards the store.
"Do you think we can go inside?"
Santana blinks out of whatever fantasy had been playing though her mind and refocuses on Rachel, "Of course baby, did you think I'd bring you here just to look at the outside of the building?"
As if to prove the point Santana steps forward and hauls open the heavy door to the store, holding it while guiding Rachel through with a hand to the small of her back, before passing through herself. If stepping in to the lobby of the hotel they were staying at for the first time had been eye opening, stepping into tiffany's was beyond impressive.
Santana could only smile as she followed Rachel around the pristine, tastefully lit rooms as the brunette moved from display to display as first one set of jewels and then another caught her eye. The Latina is sure that the diva's eyes twinkle almost as much as the jewels when she looks up towards Santana from examining one particular case.
"They're beautiful."
Santana steps up next to Rachel to look at the pieces that currently have Rachel's attention and nods in agreement as she slips her arm around the other girls waist, "Yeah, but not as beautiful as you."
The Latina doesn't see the blush that colors Rachel's cheeks but she does hear the little wistful sigh the diva gives when she turns her attention back to the case. Santana knows that Rachel isn't one for many material things usually, from what Santana's seen the diva's jewellery box is woefully understocked and what she does have… Well, it's not what you'd call expensive.
And this is Tiffany & Co, the first place that wasn't a Broadway theater that Rachel had said she had wanted to see when she went to New York. For some reason her fathers had never brought her when they had visited the city, though Santana thinks that might be due to the probability they'd leave the store broke after showering their little girl with gifts.
"Rach, you've got your bank card with you, right?" she asks
"Of course, I wouldn't leave that lying about in the hotel and we didn't stop at reception to put it in the safe on the way out."
"So… Why don't you find something you like and buy it for yourself?" Santana suggests.
"No, I couldn't" Rachel replies instantly, "Everything is so expensive."
Santana actually laughs at this, which earns her a scowl from Rachel.
"Rach, it's not like we can't afford it."
"That's your money San."
Santana reaches down at takes Rachel's hand, rubbing her thumb over the two diamonds that adorn her engagement ring, "This means that it's our money baby." Santana sighs when Rachel still looks dubious, "Look, I know we said that we didn't want to flaunt the money but sometimes it's okay to treat yourself and honestly? You need to start getting used to the fact that you have the money and you can buy stuff if you want to. I'm not saying go out and buy a mansion or something extravagant like that, but you need to buy, I don't know, a new car or…"
"What's wrong with my car?" Rachel demands, "I'll have you know that car is one of the most reliable and economical cars you can buy…"
Rachel's rambling is cut off by Santana gently placing a hand over her mouth, "There's nothing wrong with your car Rach, that was just an example. I'm just pointing out that if you needed to buy something as expensive as that, we don't have to worry how we'd pay for it. And while you might not need something from Tiffany's, it's okay to treat yourself every so often."
Rachel glances around the store wearing a dubious expression, "Seriously?" she asks very quietly.
"Seriously" Santana nods in confirmation, "You don't think I'd bring you here just to look do you?"
Rachel chews her lip for a moment before apparently deciding something, "Okay, but you have to get something too, it'd make me feel better."
"You think I'd come to just look?" Santana replies with a smirk.
Rachel pretty much ignores Santana's comment, "And you have to set a limit, that way I won't feel guilty about spending too much."
"A limit… Okay." Santana lets her eyes wander around the store for a moment, "How about… a hundred?"
Emotions flicker across the diva's face before being hidden behind a smile, but not fast enough that Santana didn't catch them. Surprise, disappointment then determination and Santana was pretty sure if there was anything in this store, no matter how small, that was selling for under a hundred dollars, something the Latina seriously doubts, then Rachel would find it just so she could say she had something from Tiffany's. Rachel is already turning away to survey the store but Santana pulls her back.
"Baby, you do realise I meant one hundred thousand, right?" She says with a grin, "And so it can be a surprised, you had that way" the Latina points to one side of the store, "and I'll head the other way and we can meet up back here when we're done. Okay?"
Santana slips her arm from around the diva and wanders off towards her side of the store. When she glances back in Rachel's direction, she's still standing where Santana left her, gazing in the direction the Latina had gone with her mouth literally hanging open. Santana gives her a little wave and a smile and that seems to bring Rachel back to reality, she snaps her mouth closed, swallows so dramatically that Santana could easily see her doing to from where she was standing and starts to look around the store again.
Santana isn't really looking for anything in particular. Unlike Rachel, her jewellery collection is reasonably large and while it's not Tiffany's expensive, having been received as gifts or bought with her allowance over the years, it is pretty nice stuff. Rachel would be having trouble picking one thing she wanted whereas Santana would be having trouble finding something she that stood out from what she already had.
The only reason she went into the small room off to one side of the store was because the security guard standing at the archway that led to it was looking at her like she didn't belong there and that pissed her off. He didn't try to stop her however but Santana is pretty sure he's watching her as she walks over to the nearest case and suddenly the reason for his attention is quite obvious. She had been sort of joking when she'd said a hundred thousand to Rachel, mainly because she didn't realise there would be anything in the store quite that expensive, yet this little room was filled with pieces that had price tags that would happily pay for the mystery SUV that was still sitting in the garage back home.
And of course, it's in this room that she finds the piece she didn't know she was looking for. A white gold pendant in the shape of a beamed double quarter note is suspended from a fine chain made of the same material and both are encrusted with small but perfectly cut diamonds. The effect could have been gaudy or ostentatious if executed badly, but whoever had made this particular piece knew what they were doing and Santana could already see Rachel wearing it.
"It's a beautiful piece don't you think?" An assistant Santana hadn't even noticed said.
"Yeah." Is all Santana could manage.
"It's hand made of course, everything in this area is, and it's unique. There isn't and won't ever be another piece like it."
"Can I see it?" Santana asks, "I mean, out of the case?"
"Of course" the assistant nods.
Santana isn't sure if the assistant really believes she could afford to buy the necklace of if she's just humoring the Latina, but it doesn't matter since the end result is the same. It takes a moment to turn off the cases alarm and find the right key but when the assistant is done, the tray holding the necklace is sitting on top of the case right in front of Santana. The security guard, Santana can't help but notice, is a lot closer too.
"There are also these earrings that match the necklace as well." The assistant adds placing a smaller tray next to the first.
While the necklace is a barred double note, each earring is a single eighth note made from the same white gold and encrusted with the same perfectly cut diamonds. They match the necklace perfectly and Santana can easily see Rachel wearing them.
She nods decisively, "I'll take them."
"May I ask how you will be paying?"
Santana digs in her purse for a moment before producing her own little black bank card which is more or less identical to the one she gave Rachel. The assistant's eyes widen in surprise ever so slightly. Many people would just think the card Santana hands over is a regular debit card, and functionality wise they wouldn't be wrong, but working for Tiffany's means the assistant has learned to recognize certain types of card and this is one of them. This isn't the type of card a bank gives out to just anyone, it isn't even the type of card a bank gives to someone living off Daddy's fortune, this is the type of card which means your wealthy in your own right. It's not the type of card the assistant has ever been presented with by someone so young.
"I'll have to verify that." She says carefully, "Do you have some photo identification?"
Santana nods, "Of course." She extracts her driving license from her purse and passes that over too.
"I'll be right back." The assistant says before walking briskly towards a door marked "Staff Only."
Santana is left with the necklace and earrings sitting before her on the display case and with the security guard hovering over them. He's wearing a slightly apologetic expression now because, while he didn't recognize the card himself, if the assistant went to verify it, there must be a good chance that the young girl standing in front of him must be able to actually afford the items she's looking at. It only takes a few minutes before the assistant is returning with a sheaf of paperwork.
"That's perfect Miss Lopez, if you would sign here please."
The assistant presents Santana with her bank card, ID and a payment authorization slip which she examines and then signs.
"Thank you. Would you like to take them now or would you prefer to have them delivered?"
The assistant had already produced one of Tiffany's signature jewellery boxes from a storage space below the display case and was transferring the necklace and earrings into it. Santana eyes the box and decides it would fit into her purse.
"I'll take them now."
The assistant closes the box and hands it and the paperwork over to Santana. The Latina had just got everything seated properly in her purse when she hears a voice that can only be Rachel's filter in from the direction of the rest of the store, and Rachel doesn't sound happy. She crosses the room she's in, locates Rachel and is at her side within seconds.
"What the fuck is going on?" the Latina demands.
"This salesman" Rachel almost spits the word, "first refuses to accept my bank card because the name on it doesn't match my ID, then refused to return the card to me and finally threatened to call the police and have me thrown in jail."
Santana is impressed, not only for the spite Rachel showed when she used the word "salesman" but the flinch it generated in the person in question. She's just about to demand to know what the hell he was thinking when another voice cuts in.
"You have to understand, with high price items such as these we have to be very careful. There is a lot of credit card fraud these days."
The newcomer is an older member of staff and has Manager written all over her. Santana notes that the salesman Rachel was talking to relaxes a little at her arrival so she turns her fill Head Bitch In Charge stare at him.
"Did you even attempt to verify the card?" she asks in a faux reasonable tone.
"The name on her ID doesn't match." he tries rather weakly.
"And there is no reason you can think of that a woman would change her surname?"
Santana is honestly a little impressed at how pale the man turns. "I'll go verify…" he starts.
"No you won't. I don't know if you work on commission here, but you are not getting this sale." Santana snaps and turns her gaze onto the manager, "Find someone else."
While the manager finds another assistant to help Rachel, the diva whispers something in Santana's ear.
"Rachel needs to use the bathroom" Santana says to the manager once the new assistant has left to check the card, "I assume you have one she can use."
"Of course."
When Rachel is safely dispatching in the direction of a toilet, guided by yet another member of staff, the manager turns back to Santana. "I'm sure you can appreciate that we have to be careful these days…"
Santana cuts her off, "You know, this was the one place that Rachel wanted to visit when she came to New York, if you don't count every stage on Broadway of course, and all because of that damn movie. She was excited to be here and when I persuaded her that she could actually buy something…" Santana smiles and shakes her head, then her expression turns stony, "And your asshole of a salesman ruined it for her. Not only did he not do his job properly, he threatened to have my pregnant fiancée thrown in jail!"
"I'm sorry…"
"No! It's not good enough. Do you know she's already collapsed once during this pregnancy? Do you know she's carrying twins? That tiny little body of hers is already working flat out to keep the babies healthy and she doesn't need the stress of being threatened with jail from an asshole like that!"
"If there's anything we can do…"
Santana shakes her head, "You can't make her forget this" she says, than adds "but maybe we can give her a nice memory to take home with her. This is what you're going to do…"
By the time Rachel emerges from the bathroom a small table and two chairs have been brought out to the sales floor. An assistant had been dispatched to a nearby store and had returned with tea, little sandwiches and some cupcakes which had been laid out on a white tablecloth and some impressive looking silverware. Also on the table was the Tiffany's box that contained whatever Rachel had decided to buy, Santana had decided not to look at it yet.
"What's all this?" the diva asks.
"Well, it's a little late for breakfast, but I thought we could have afternoon tea at Tiffany's" Santana suggests.
After the late nights and excitement of the last few days, Santana and Rachel mutually decided to have a quiet night in their hotel room. Just the two of them, curled up on the sofa, watching a movie and enjoying each others company. They still had a good few days to enjoy New York and after everything that's happened anyway, Rachel is a little tired.
They had just settled down for the first movie of the night, and given the way Rachel was yawning Santana figured it was probably going to be the last, when someone banged on their hotel room door. Santana untangles herself from Rachel, pushes herself up off the sofa and makes her way across the room to peer out the spy hole in the door. A moment later she pulls open the door and scowls at a surprised looking Puck.
"What do you want Puckerman?" she demands.
"Aren't you ready? I thought Quinn told you…" Puck says glancing round.
Santana surveys the scene before her, pretty much all the glee club are standing in the corridor and all of them are dressed up in what could laughably be called their best. Quinn is pointedly not looking at her.
"No, she didn't tell me. Where are you going?"
"This bar round the corner that Finn and I found earlier today. They don't seem too picky about who they let in." Puck explains.
"Oh and that makes it a nice safe place for a bunch of underage drinkers, right? But sadly Rachel and I decided to have a quiet night in tonight" Santana explains, her eyes not moving from a certain blonde, "Do you think it's wise going out drinking when you're all underage?"
"What's the worst that can happen?" Puck says with a shrug. Some of the rest of the gleeks add "Yeah" and "Live a little."
"You get arrested, thrown in jail and Mr Shue gets called to try and bail your asses out." Santana suggests.
"Whatever." Puck shrugs, "If you're not coming, we're out of here."
The gleeks turn to leave but Santana calls Quinn back, waiting until the others are out of earshot and only the blonde and Brittany are still standing in the corridor.
"Do you really think this is wise Q? Your both well underage and you've been in trouble with the cops already today. Do you know how much trouble you're going to be in if you get caught?"
"So what, you're saying I can't go?" Quinn demands.
"I'm saying you shouldn't go and I'm saying that it's really not a smart thing to do."
"I'm just going to have a few drinks and have some fun with my friends. We'll be back at the hotel before you know it and we'll be fine."
"Q…"
"You're not my Mom Santana! You can't tell me what to do!"
"No, I'm not your Mom, I'm your guardian and technically I can tell you what to do!"
"Yeah? And how are you going to make me stay?"
"Hotel Security."
That seems to get through to Quinn as she just gapes at Santana in response.
"But I'm not going to tell you not to go and I'm not going to call hotel security because I promised when I became your guardian for this trip that I wouldn't do stuff like that. But I will tell you that I think your being stupid, whatever the game is your playing its very dangerous and you're going to get yourself in trouble with the police or worse. So go if you want to, but when the shit hits the fan, don't call me."
"Fine." Quinn huffs, turns on her heel and stomps towards the elevators. Santana watches her go for a moment then turns to Brittany.
"Britt…"
The blonde holds up her hand, "I'm only going to keep an eye on her, I'm not going to be drinking anything."
"What's gotten into her Britt? This isn't like her at all."
Brittany shrugs, "She got a call after we got back from seeing off our parents. I don't know who from or what it was about, she took her phone into the bathroom, but she's been in a bad mood ever since. Then Puck came round with this club idea and she jumped at it. She said she was going to tell you about it, but I guess she didn't."
Quinn's voice floats down the corridor "Britt! Are you coming?"
Santana sighs, "Okay Britt, go take care of her and we'll try and get to the bottom of this later, assuming she doesn't end up in a cell or something. Call me if you even get a whiff of trouble, okay?"
Britt nods and turns to head towards Quinn.
"And Britt, let me know when you get back to the hotel, okay?" Santana adds.