Santana's P.O.V.
After I sent the kids off to school, I was on a mission. This morning I couldn't even get Quinn to look at me and the kids noticed. Aiden made one of his all too famous jokes, which didn't help the awkwardness of the situation. I just took my shower and left. I've been trying to be calm but I'm about ready to all Lima Heights Adjacent on Lindsey's ass! I'm not above kicking her ass! Unluckily for her, I remembered she doesn't work until 12 most days. If she isn't at her house I have no issues with going to her job.
I get to Lindsey's house and evaluate the situation one last time before I get out of this car. Should I kill her? Should I let her explain? Maybe I can get her to tell Quinn the truth? Can I really be logical about this right now? Do I even want to? I thought I figured this all out on the way here. I take a deep breath and get out of my car. I walk to the door and knock much harder than I anticipated. I'm pissed...so what? After a little while Lindsey answers the door in a tank top and shorts and I've never had so many murderous thoughts flood my mind at once.
"You fucking bitch." I say through grit teeth. Lindsey's eyes widen slightly and she scoffs.
"Well good morning to you to." She says.
"Fuck your morning! You lied to Quinn! Why?!" Lindsey sighs and shakes her head.
"If you're going to yell at me, at least come in and let me get a cup of coffee." Lindsey then disappears into her kitchen and I sigh then close the door after I walk inside. Lindsey is at her cabinet grabbing something. I don't really care.
"Answer my fucking question." I demand.
"I lied to Quinn...why did I lie to Quinn? Hm? Why did you lie to Quinn?" She asks as she turns towards me.
"I didn't lie to Quinn!" Lindsey rolls her eyes.
"If you didn't lie then when I brought it up she wouldn't have seemed so surprised. So why did you do it Santana?" She says.
"Stop trying to turn this around! You blatantly lied about what happened!" I'm getting more pissed.
"Why can't you answer my question? You know you're really hot when you're pissed." I clench my fists at my side and try to calm myself.
"I didn't tell her because I didn't want any backlash. I wanted you to sign those fucking papers so you could get the hell out of my life!" Lindsey snickers.
"You don't have to lie to me Santana." She moves closer to me and I take a step back.
"We both know why you lied. You liked what I did..." Lindsey is still coming towards me and I back up until I feel the wall on my back.
"Get the hell away from me." I say. Lindsey is too close for comfort right now. I can actually feel her breath hitting my face.
"Why? We both know you want this. Why are you playing so hard to get?" Before I can respond, Lindsey is grabbing me through the front of my pants. I push her hand away then her body.
"Touch me again and I'll kick your ass you delusional, psychotic freak! What don't you get?!I don't want you! I will never want you! I have never wanted you! Why the fuck can't you get that through your head?!" I shout. Lindsey places her hand on my chest and I quickly remove it then shove her away from me.
"You can play hard to get all you want, but I know you want me. You don't have to pretend. I see the way you look at me." Lindsey says as she walks away from me.
"You have serious issues lady. Stay away from me. Stay away from Quinn and stay the hell away from my son!" I say as I make my way to leave.
"Our son? The one I can take you to court over for joint custody? Since I never did sign away my rights, I have as much of a right to him as you."
"Yeah, the courts are going to give custody to an ex stripper druggie alcoholic. The list goes on but we both know you'd lose without that since you abandoned him on my doorstep."
"We'll see what the court says. Goodbye Santana." Lindsey says and I walk out of her house.
I can't believe that seriously just happened. She's going to take me to court. Me? My wife is a damn lawyer but fine, whatever. She wants to waste her money then so be it. Now I have to fix this with Quinn. I don't know how to even begin that mission…ugh. Best thing right now might be to just give her some time to let her settle. Quinn isn't the easiest to handle when upset. Sometimes she explodes and others, she just stays quiet and is passive aggressive. I'm not sure what I'm going to get. Ugh I just hope we can get past this…miscommunication. I didn't technically do anything but omit the truth so maybe she'll be more forgiving? Screw it…I'm fucked.
Quinn's P.O.V.
I have no words to describe how I feel right now. The only one that comes to mind is anger. I'm angry at the entire situation but I'm more so upset with Santana. She should have told me what happened. Why hide it? Is she even telling the truth now? They gave me two different stories so who's lying and who's telling the truth? And these stories were drastically different. I want to believe Santana's because she's my wife, I know her and I know once she started talking she wouldn't lie…but what if she did? Santana has never given me a reason not to trust her but I'm not sure what to do.
I've thought about this for a while now and I'm just unsure how to even move forward from this. I don't believe Lindsey, that I know. We've gotten closer but I don't really know her. For all I know, this was her plan from the very beginning. I'm just so torn…should I talk to Santana again or give myself more time? I sigh to myself and look back down at the stack of papers on front of me. I haven't been able to focus all day but I have to get it together. I hear a knock at my door and lift my head. It's Tobias, ugh. What the hell does he want?
"What?" I say.
"You have a minute?" He asks and I nod my head. He comes into my office and shuts the door behind him. He sits at the chair in front of my desk and puts an envelope in front of me.
"I have new evidence to prove the client's innocence so case closed." Tobias says as he crosses his legs and fixes his suit jacket. I nod my head and lean back in my chair. He's the last person I want to see or associate with today. I grab the envelope and quickly scan it then sit it back down on the desk.
"Okay." I say and he frowns in confusion.
"All I get is an okay? I just finished the case, single handedly might I add, and all you have to say is okay?" I shrug my shoulders.
"I'm not sure I really care for the answer but I feel I should ask. Are you okay? That time of the month or something?" If I wasn't so wrapped up in my own head right now, I'd roll my eyes.
"I'm fine Tobias. If that's all you have, you can go now." I say and he rolls his eyes.
"I'm trying to be nice Quinn. I understand those women problems you have are apparently hard but because I know you're a good lawyer, I don't want you to let that get in the way. I need you to put that crap aside and be a lawyer because both of our jobs are depending on it."
"Tobias get out." I say in a mono tone.
"Quinn –"
"GET OUT." I say in a stern manner. Tobias huffs and grabs his file then leaves.
I don't need this asshole today. UGH…I'm just going to finish my work at home. As much as I don't want to see Santana, I can't not go to my own home. I'll be cordial so that the kids don't suspect anything but at this moment in time, I don't feel like talking to her is going to go anywhere.
Santana's P.O.V.
Quinn is being cordial. She's speaking to me in the most minor ways. We do this so the kids don't really know what's going on. We try to keep fights under wraps when the kids are around. Dinner was awkward but I expected that. After Quinn and I got the kids ready for bed, she goes to the bedroom and I make my way to the couch. I want to talk to her but I don't want to make things worse. I have to do something though…so I make my way to the bedroom and knock on the door. I don't get a response so I wait a little while and knock again. Still no response so I open the door. The only sound in the room is from the low murmur of the TV. Quinn is lying in bed asleep. I crawl into my side of the bed and move closer to Quinn. I gently shake her shoulder to wake her. Quinn opens her eyes and looks at me but doesn't say anything.
"Can we talk?" I ask.
Quinn doesn't say anything but moves closer to me. She pushes me until I'm lying on my back then lays her head on my chest while putting an arm around my waist.
"We'll talk tomorrow." She says sleepily.
I make myself more comfortable and close my eyes. I don't know what to make of this but I won't question it tonight. Tonight, I'll just lay here and enjoy the fact that my wife wants to be with me.