Quinn's P.O.V.
Its been a few days and I'm still not sure what's up with Santana but there's something. I don't understand why she won't tell me...I'll still give her some time but if she doesn't tell me soon I'm going to drag it out of her. Santana isn't acting weird anymore but I know it's only because whatever was bothering her is on the back burner for now. I'll figure it out. Right now though, I have a different focus. Ever since Santana asked about the adoption papers, it's all I can think about. We're going to figure this out. Today. I want to know and time is ticking away so I invited Lindsey to lunch at a restaurant not to far from my office. I got here a little earlier than her so I ordered a water. I take a sip of my water when I notice Lindsey making her way towards the table. I lift my head from my glass and give her a smile.
"Hey Lindsey." I say as she sits down.
"Hey Quinn, how are you?" She asks and I shrug.
"No complaints. How about you?" I ask. We haven't spoken much in the last week.
"Same. Nothing has changed much. Oh! I got a date!" She says with giddy excitement that makes me chuckle.
"You must be excited." Lindsey nods.
"Very. He's really hot." We both laugh and I shake my head.
"Well tell me about him."
"He works with me. I've thought he liked me for a while but I didn't know so I didn't say anything. Some of my coworkers and I went out to a karaoke bar and after he and I were going in the same direction to our cars. We talked and he asked me out." She tells me.
"So when's the date?"
"Tomorrow. I can't wait. He's a really great guy." I nod my head.
"That's great. I'm happy you're getting out there but the coworker thing can be bad."
"Oh I know; he's leaving in two weeks because he got a better job offer. That's why he asked me out."
"Oh ok, well good luck and be safe." Lindsey nods and the waiter comes by to take our order but neither of us have even looked at the menu.
"So anything new with you?" Lindsey asks as we read over our menus. I shake my head.
"Thinking of cutting my hair. That's pretty much it."
"How are the kids?" She asks.
"Still a little hyped up on candy from Halloween. Other than that, normal. You've talked to Aiden?"
"Yeah. I called him yesterday."
"Good." The waiter comes back and we place our orders.
"So I have to admit this lunch isn't all about pleasure." I say. Lindsey looks at me curiously.
"We've gotten to the point where I need a decision from you on giving away your parental rights." Lindsey nods her head.
"I've thought about it and... I'm not sure that it's necessary. Aiden will be an adult soon so anything that you would need legal rights too won't even be of importance. What's the point?" She says.
"The point is that right now he is still a minor and it doesn't matter if he'll be a minor for another two years or two seconds. If anything was to happen to him I would legally have no say and I'm not okay with that."
"What could possibly happen Quinn?"
"Who knows? That's the point. Hell he could have a field trip to go on and I can't sign his permission slip." Lindsey shrugs.
"He can give it to San or me. No big deal." I just don't understand this woman. Why does she need to have her rights when she hasn't even been here?
"You can't be serious. Why are you making this difficult?"
"I'm not making it difficult. The difficult part is doing all of this paper work that probably won't go through until he's an adult then it would have just been a huge waste of time. How aren't you getting that?" I shake my head. Apparently I'm just not going to win this argument so forget it.
"Fine you don't want to then there's nothing I can do about it."
"Quinn don't take it so hard. I don't want this to affect our friendship." I just nod my head and drink my water.
Lindsey keeps talking but I don't really listen. I don't know what I could do to get her to give up her rights…I guess I'm just going to have to deal with it. Ugh...our food comes and I try to actually pay attention to the conversation. Might as well since I'm going to have to sit here for a while.
"I've just been ranting, how's Santana?" Lindsey says as I take a bite of my food. I nod my head as I chew then answer the question once I swallow.
"She's fine. Why do you ask?" Lindsey shrugs.
"She seemed a little…off." She says.
I have to admit…Santana has been acting strangely when Lindsey comes around. I hadn't thought anything of it since Santana's feelings for people tend to fluctuate. I know she isn't fond of Lindsey so I assumed it was turning into a dislike, not an uncommon thing to happen when dealing with Santana. Lindsey is probably just finally seeing that Santana doesn't care for her.
"She's fine, trust me. What makes you say that though?" I ask.
"I don't know. She seems like she feels awkward around me. I mean, I don't care about what she did. It's in the past." What she did? What did Santana do?
"What are you talking about?" I ask. Lindsey gives a slight confused look then her face settles onto a look of realization.
"Santana hasn't told you…it's nothing though, really."
"What happened?" I ask. Lindsey waves me off and says
"Nothing serious Quinn, it's no big deal." I roll my eyes and pull out one of the most serious glares I can muster. I want to know what happened, and I want to know now.
"What the hell happened Lindsey?" I say seriously. Lindsey sighs and sits back in her seat.
"Don't be mad…" She says and I don't respond.
"Well…" She continues.
Santana's P.O.V.
"I don't think this is a good idea mami." Jordan says from his bed.
Jordan has been having issues going to sleep on time lately so I decided to take the TV from his room. I believe he's staying up at night playing video games.
"Why not?" I ask him.
"I can't sleep without the light of the TV." I shrug.
"You want Sierra's night light?" Jordan sighs and shakes his head.
"It's just an…experiment. I want to see if you'll get more sleep this way."
"I won't mami, I know I won't so you can just bring it back." I shake my head and ruffle his hair.
"Night kid." Jordan gets under his cover and turns his body away from me.
I cut out his light and close his door as I leave his room. I go to my bedroom and lie next to Quinn who is quietly reading her book. Quinn has been pretty quiet today…I don't know if I did something or if she just had a bad day. I sit up and move close to her then I wrap my hands around her shoulders and gently start to massage them. Quinn shifts her body then moves my hands from her shoulders. Yeah, she's mad at me for something.
"Alright. What did I do?" I ask. Quinn looks at me then sits her book down.
"I don't know Santana, what did you do?" Well…that's never a good sign.
"Why don't we skip the guessing game and you tell me what you're pissed about?" I say. Quinn nods her head and turns towards me.
"I had an interesting conversation with Lindsey today…" Quinn pauses and I feel my heart drop to my stomach but…why would she be mad if Lindsey told her what happened? Shouldn't she be pissed at her? Oh who am I kidding, I fucked up.
"She informed me about what happened that night and for the life of me I can't understand why you would do that." Quinn says and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. I didn't do anything.
"And what exactly did she tell you I did?" I ask.
"Well her side of the story was that she'd woke up, went to the bathroom and when she emerged you were waiting by the door." What the hell?
"And then what?" I ask.
"You then kissed her and she pushed you away." You have got to be kidding me.
"What? That's not what happened." I say. Quinn is oddly very calm and this scares me.
"Then what happened Santana?" Quinn asks. Fuck…
"What happened was I was asleep. I felt hands and a mouth on my junk and things started happening. I thought it was you because she was under the cover. I moved the cover, saw it was her and kicked her the hell out. That's what really happened and that's all that happened." I tell her.
"Why wouldn't you tell me this when it happened?" Quinn asks.
"I didn't want you to be pissed. I was going to tell you after I got Lindsey to sign over her rights. I shouldn't have lied, I know and I'm sorry but I didn't want to ruin our chances of getting her to sign the papers." Quinn just stares at me. I look back at her not knowing what to say, or what's about to happen. I fucked up. I know I did when I didn't tell her but I didn't know what else to do…fuck.
"Get out." Quinn says calmly and picks her book back up.
"Get out? And go where?" I ask. Quinn shrugs and continues to look at her book.
"Maybe with Lindsey. You choose." I roll my eyes and leave the room.
I go to the linen closet and grab a few things to sleep with. I lie on the couch and turn on the TV. I love how that bitch just lied to my wife. Blatantly lied like that was anywhere near the truth. I also love how in her story, I came on to her. I came on to HER. Are you fucking kidding me? I wouldn't come on to her if my life depended on it and now I have to fix things with Quinn because of her lies…and technically mine. I don't even know if Quinn will talk to me tomorrow. I may not talk to Quinn tomorrow but I know what bitch I will be talking to.