I do not own any Glee. However, I do own my created character, Hayley. Which majority of my reviewers hated at the start of this story and now have been expressing that they are going to miss her when she leaves… I do remember telling most of you to give her a little time, :D… I'm going to miss her being away from Lima too… But… Holidays and other events may bring her back to visit!
Shout out to stephlorhaze, who inspired me in a tiny personality trait in Quinn.
I wanted to upload this chapter just before the weekend (here), because I have an assignment due next week and need to completely focus on it over the weekend because I haven't even attempted to start it. Quick thank you to my Beta, Comegetit. Now to the chapter :D.
Chapter 38:
Quinn casually entered the Berry household, walking straight up to her girlfriends room, smiling out when she saw her brunette facing her opened closet door holding up a shirt against her bra clad chest and seeing if it matched the argyle skirt she was wearing. The blonde quietly watched on as Rachel pouted her lips and threw the top over her head, landing on a growing pile of clothes on the floor.
The brunette stepped into her closet and retrieved another top and did exactly the same thing she did before. However, as she was about to throw it over her shoulder and go find another top, Quinn walked in to her girlfriends room and stopped her, "That top is perfect, baby."
Rachel twirled around and smiled at her girlfriend, "Really?"
The softball player nodded and walked over, "It matches your skirt… And you will look beautiful in it."
"What about a dress?" Rachel said as she looked at her girlfriend who was dressed in a summer, yellow dress.
Quinn started to shake her head, "I love your skirts."
Rachel smirked, "Why, because they're easy access?"
The blonde laughed as she walked closer to her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around the brunettes waist, "Easy access that I haven't been allowed access to yet… Doesn't seem like easy access to me."
The brunette giggled and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's neck, her top still being grasp in one of her hands. Rachel leaned on her tippy toes and just before she placed her lips on her girlfriends she whispered out "Bed."
Quinn smiled into the kiss and pulled her arms stronger around her girlfriend's waist as she started to lead them to the brunette's bed, making sure to stay clear of the pile of clothes on the floor.
Once the couple found their way to brunette's bed, Quinn was hovering over her girlfriend, locking lips with said girlfriend while trying to discard the clothes that were on Rachel's bed aside. The blonde grabbed onto something silky; as Quinn tore her lips off her girlfriend's to get some much needed air her peripheral version spotted the red piece of clothing she was about to discard, curiosity got the best of her and the blonde moved her hazel eyes off her girlfriends and looked at what was in her hand. Eyebrows shot up as she lifted the piece of material closer to her, and then tore her eyes off the red piece and looked at her girlfriend, "Someone's gone shopping," the blonde stated.
Rachel grabbed the red piece of clothing off her girlfriend, "You weren't suppose to see that yet," the brunette stated as she tossed the material to the floor.
One eyebrow lowered but the other stayed in its place, "Why not?"
"Because it was suppose to be a surprise for when we're in California," Rachel stated seriously.
Quinn's lips turned into a smile, "Babe, that's in two weeks… Now that I've seen it, I need to see you in it, now."
The brunette shook her head, "No Lucy, I will not be wearing that undergarment here in Lima, in case my fathers see it."
The softball player chuckled, "How did you even purchase lingerie like this without your dads' knowing?"
"I went shopping with Brittany and she brought the bag inside," Rachel smiled.
Quinn leant down and gave her girlfriend a quick peck on the lips, "Does the bra have any matching bottoms that I'll get to see?"
"It might… But I don't think you will get to see me in them," Rachel stated with a shy smile.
The blonde just nodded, she didn't want to say or do anything to make Rachel feel pressured or pushed, so she leant down and recaptured her girlfriend in a lip lock. As Quinn pulled back she moved her body a bit off her girlfriends, "So how is the packing going?"
Rachel smiled and moved her hand up to place her girlfriend's fallen hair behind her ear, "It's going well, Brittany helped me find some nice new clothes and swimwear for the vacation."
Quinn's eyebrows shot up and her lips turned into a smirk, "You brought new swimmers?"
The brunette nodded, "I actually brought four pairs."
The softball player chuckled, "Seriously? I only own two pairs."
"I needed a different pair for each day of the week," Rachel stated seriously.
Quinn shook her head and started to laugh as she started to slip off the bed. "Where are you going? I was enjoying myself," Rachel pouted.
The blonde continued to laugh, "Babe… We have Hay's graduation, we can't be late."
The brunette nodded and then slipped off the bed, grabbing her top and slipping it over her head in the process.
Once the couple were ready and making their way outside, the blonde turned to her girlfriend, "Just for future reference, don't look in my top drawer where my underwear are."
Rachel turned her head to her girlfriend, "Why?" the brunette asked curiously.
Quinn started to smirk as she opened the passenger side door for her girlfriend, "Because I actually have things in there that shouldn't be worn until we become more intimate… And I don't want you seeing them beforehand."
The brunette's eyebrows shot up, "Oh…" was all that could be whispered out.
The Cheerio smiled as she leaned down and gave her girlfriend a chaste kiss on the lips, "Now hop in, love."
Rachel smiled at Lucy's new endearing name for her; she'd heard Steve call Judy that on numerous times. The brunette then slipped in the car.
Rachel and Quinn hurried into the auditorium in search for some seats, they were running a bit late to the senior's graduation… But they both didn't mind… It was worth being late. The couple searched the rows, and spotted some empty seats, as they were making their way to the aisle Quinn saw Hayley's father, "Mr. Anderson?" the blonde voiced to get the balding mans attention.
He turned around in search for the voice and once he spotted Quinn he smiled and walked over, "Did you need a seat, Sir? Rachel and I were just on our way to seat over there," Quinn said pointing out to the empty seats.
Mr. Anderson smiled and nodded, "Actually I do... There was a bit of traffic on the way down… So I just arrived."
Quinn nodded and then the trio walked over to the aisle, "This is my girlfriend, Rachel… Rach, this is Hayley's father."
Rachel smiled and reached over to shake his hand, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Anderson."
Hayley's father shook the brunette's hand and smiled, "Hayley's told me a lot about you."
Rachel smiled and nodded. As the trio took there seats Mr. Anderson turned to Quinn, "Are Santana and Brittany attending the graduation… I haven't seen them in a while and I'd like to say hello."
"Yes, from what they told me they said they were going to come," Quinn answered.
The man smiled. "So how have you been, Quinn? It's been a while since I last saw you… You should come up and visit with Hayley sometime."
Quinn smiled, though Mr. Anderson was hardly around when Quinn was over at Hayley's, every time he was, the man was always very polite to her and the rest of Hayley's friends, he almost reminded her of her own father, except Steve didn't talk as much as Carl. "I've been good, just one more week left at school and then a week later, myself and Rachel are going on holidays to California."
Carl nodded, "I've heard about the vacation, Hayley's told me all about it."
The blonde smiled and nodded, "It should be good… Let Hayley relax a bit before she goes to college."
Hayley's father sadly nodded, "How is Hayley's mother going? I don't like bringing up Grace in front of Hayley."
The softball player gave out a sad smiled, "I think she's getting a little better… I think she's here somewhere actually," Quinn answered as she looked around the auditorium for her best friends mother, as did Carl.
"Well I'll try stay out of her way," the balding man expressed, Quinn just nodded… Because she too thinks that's a wise decision. The two then focused down on the stage as Principal Figgins stepped up to welcome everybody.
"Congratulations, Hayls," Quinn happily expressed as she wrapped her arms around her best friend who was dressed in her red graduation gown.
"Thanks, Q," Hayley smiled as she pulled out of the embrace and then turned to Rachel who walked up and also gave her a congratulation hug. Hayley chuckled in the hug, "Thanks, Rach… Who would have thought that at the start of this year we'd be here…" Hayley smiled as they separated.
"A lot can change in a year," Rachel said beaming at one of her best friends.
Quinn then handed over an envelope to her best friend, "This is from your dad, he wanted to stay but he didn't want Grace to see him, so after the ceremony he went and said hello to S and B and then left… He asked if you could call him later though."
Hayley smiled and took the envelope from the blonde, "I think having mom not see him is for the best… She's actually good today. She cooked me breakfast for the first time since everything went down with mom and dad."
Santana and Brittany then walked over, pinkies linked until Brittany pulled away to engulf Hayley in a hug, "You're all grown up, Hay!" the tall blonde said enthusiastically. Hayley chuckled as she separated from one of her best friends, her dark hazel eyes connecting with the Latina's. Santana held out a bag for the brunette, "From mami and papi, they wanted to be here but they both had work."
The head cheerleader took the bag with thanks and then focused on her group of friends, "So are you all crashing the seniors party tonight at Sophie's?"
The group started to shake their heads, as Quinn spoke up, "San and I are actually staying in, there's this new TV show that I recorded on my DVR that S and I wanna watch."
"And Brittany, Tina and I are having a girl's night at my house," Rachel smiled and Brittany beamed as she started to hop up and down in excitement.
Hayley just stared at her four best girl friends. "You're skipping out on a party to watch a TV show?" the brunette asked Santana and Quinn, surprised.
Quinn and Santana shared a quick look at each other and then turned to the brunette shrugging their shoulders, "Yea… I'm not really up for a party… Plus I've read the books of this new TV show and I wanna check it out, looks good," the Latina voiced.
Hayley just shook her head and stared at Quinn for her to answer. "What? I don't feel like getting drunk… Puck, Mike and Matt are going to crash so you're not going to be alone."
"You've never turned down a party or getting drunk with me before," Hayley stated surprised.
Quinn just shrugged her shoulders, "I just can't be bothered." Rachel walked up to her girlfriend and wrapped her arm around the blonde's waist, Quinn immediately doing the same to the brunette.
Hayley just nodded, "So what's this TV show? Must be good for both of you to skip a party."
"It's called Pretty Little Liars, first episode aired this week," Santana answered a bit too enthused for her normal personality.
The head cheerleader just shook her head… What is happening with her best friends? Before she could reply to the Latina Ms. Sylvester came up to the group. "Hay… My office now," the lady voiced, ignoring the other girls in the group. Hayley nodded and watched her coach leave and then rolled her eyes, "You'd think she wouldn't try to boss me around anymore… Seeing as I just officially graduated and she's no longer my coach." The girls just laughed as they watched Hayley start to leave, "We still on for tomorrow?" Hayley asked Rachel before she left the group. Everyone beside Hayley and Rachel went wide-eyed… The brunette diva smiled and nodded, "Of course, I'll pick you up around 11:00."
Hayley nodded, said a quick goodbye to all her best girl friends, ignoring the surprised looks on Quinn, Santana and Brittany's faces and walked after her cheerleading coach… Well her old cheerleading coach.
The three girls turned and stared at Rachel, "You're hanging out with Hayley tomorrow? Alone?" Quinn asked still surprised.
Rachel giggled and nodded, "Yes, she asked me out to lunch and then to go to a spa up in Columbus."
Quinn turned her surprised look to a smile, Brittany started to beam while Santana just rolled her eyes, not really caring, and then looked over at the softball player, "So we heading to yours? Gonna get Breadstix delivered for dinner, right?"
The blonde laughed and nodded, "Yeah we will, and I'm ready to go." Quinn turned to Rachel; "I'll walk you to Brittany's car?"
"Okay, baby," the brunette stated, as the couple started to walk outside the school together, still with their arm around their girlfriends waist. Brittany and Santana walking behind the couple with their pinkies entwined back together.
Are you wearing that sexy red piece I saw this morning? - L
Quinn smiled as she sent off the text message. Santana walked out of the blonde's bathroom and rolled her eyes as she saw the look on her best friends face, "Seriously? I leave for 10 minutes and you get your phone to start sexting Berry?"
The blonde looked up from her phone and chuckled, "We're not sexting and you were in there for half an hour."
Santana shrugged, "Your shower is shit, Q."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Says the person who was in there for 30 minutes."
The Latina ignored the blonde, "It spurts water too fast and hard… I hate it."
"Turn the handle down if you want it softer, or stop fucking complaining and walk across the road and go in your shower," the softball player said with another eye roll.
Santana started to chuckle, "When's Breadstix comin? I needs my sticks."
"Why the hell are we friends," Quinn said with a laugh.
"We're not just friends, Q… BFF's," Santana said in an eight year old voice and started to laugh, Quinn soon followed and then stopped when she heard her phone buzz. The blonde looked down and read the text that Rachel sent her.
I'll be wearing that on our first night in California, for your eyes only. – R*
Quinn beamed when she read the text, Santana rolled her eyes and quickly grabbed her phone before Quinn could send Rachel a text.
Stop sextin Q, it's nauseating. – S
As Quinn was writing back to her girlfriend she received another text from said girlfriend, so she stopped writing the text to read what the brunette wrote.
Santana just texted wanting us to stop initiating in something she called sexting. I think she wants some quality best friend time without sounding needy. – R*
Quinn burst out laughing and then looked at her best friend with her eyebrows raised. "What? Stop sextin Rachel," Santana said seriously.
The blonde just nodded, "Okay, let me text her saying goodbye… And then I'm all yours."
"Gross," the Latina said as she rolled her eyes.
Quinn just chuckled as she looked back down at her phone, writing out a new text to her girlfriend.
Haha, I better go give her my attention. Have fun with B and T… And I look forward to our first night in Cali. Hugs and Kisses… Love you! – L
The softball player then placed her phone of her bedside table and looked back at her best friend, "There… Happy?"
Santana just laughed. The two best friends were then interrupted by a knock on the door, "Come in," Quinn yelled.
Judy then walked in with a bag and two bottles of water, "Delivery?" the older blonde said with raised eyebrows.
Quinn hopped up from her bed and nodded, "Yeah, it's our dinner… Thanks."
The older blonde just laughed and handed the food and drinks over, "Give me a little warning if you're going to get something delivered next time so I won't be surprised when someone shows up on our doorstep asking for money."
"Thanks, Mrs. M," Santana said from her spot on the bed.
Judy looked over at the Latina and smiled, "You're welcome, Sweetie… You're lucky I know about your obsession with Breadsticks otherwise I would have turned the young delivery boy away."
Santana just nodded and smiled, then looked over at Quinn, "You better have ordered extra breadsticks."
Quinn chuckled and nodded.
"Okay, girls. Enjoy your night in. Steve and I will be going out now," Judy smiled.
The blonde turned to her mum, "You look lovely mum, enjoy your weekend getaway."
Judy smiled and walked over to her daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Thanks, Luce. I'm sure we will, I think your father has organized to use the private jet... He's not as secretive as he thinks he is." The pair chuckled and then the older blonde said a quick goodbye to Santana and then walked out of her daughter's room.
The Latina looked up at her best friend with wide eyes, "Private jet? Your mom was jokin, right?"
Quinn shook her head as she placed the food and drinks on the bed, and made herself comfortable. "No, she's not... And don't tell anyone that. Rach is the only one I've told about it. Dad has one for his business, he only takes mum on them when he wants to take her somewhere as a surprise."
"What does your dad do?" Santana wondered, still shocked.
"He invented Toaster Strudel's," Quinn said with a straight face. Santana looked at her best friend and burst out laughing at the blonde for quoting Mean Girls. The softball player then started to laugh along with her best friend, "I've always wanted to say that."
After the pair calmed down Santana looked at the blonde, "No, seriously. What does he do?"
"He owns a few hotels in Australia, and his company wanted to branch out to America, so now he owns a few here," Quinn said with a shrug.
"Only a few?" Santana said with raised eyebrows.
Quinn chuckled, "Okay a lot, I don't know the actual number, ask him."
Santana nodded her head and then opened up the bag, pulling out her breadsticks and munching on one.
"So you and Britt looked pretty close today… I haven't seen you two like that for a while," Quinn asked calmly, while going through the bag so Santana wouldn't need to meet her eyes, the blonde knew the best way to broach this topic was if Santana had a breadstick in hand, or a bottle of alcohol, but the pair weren't drinking tonight… Well depending on how this conversation was about to go… If it ended negatively, Quinn knew Santana would be off in search for a bottle of tequila… Or anything that has a good alcohol content.
"Yeah… I've been pretty distant since the acceptance week," Santana said looking down at her breadstick in her hand.
"You've been pretty distant with everyone, San," Quinn pointed out, as she opened her container of Carbonara… Shaking her head as she looked through the white sauce, spotting her extra bacon through the mix… How was she going to be able to give this up?
"Yeah… Well I've been thinking a lot," Santana stated.
Quinn looked up at one of her best friends, "What about?"
"Britt… Britt and I… Me… Everything, Q" the Latina stated as she finally looked up at the blonde. "During the acceptance week, I asked B to wait for me, until I was ready to talk…" Santana trailed off.
Quinn nodded, "And she said she would wait, right?"
The Latina nodded, "Of course she did."
"So when are you going to talk to her?" the softball player wondered.
"I'm not sure…" was all that Santana said, and looked back down at her breadstick in her hand.
"What are you waiting for?" Quinn softly asked, knowing that Santana was starting to get uncomfortable.
Santana looked up at her best friend, "You already know that."
"So you can get your shit together?" Quinn said with raised eyebrows, the Latina just nodding. "San, it's been months since then, how much longer do you need?"
Tears started to fill Santana's eyes as she started to shake her head, "I don't know, Q… I just want to accept that I'm a lesbian first."
"You just said it, S…" Quinn pointed out.
"Yeah… Well maybe I want others to accept me before I talk to her," Santana added.
"You know not everyone is going to accept you, San," the blonde honestly said.
The Latina nodded, "I know… I just want my papi and mami too."
Quinn nodded, "You want to come out to your parents before you and Britt talk?"
Santana nodded, "Look… I just want everything to be perfect before I confess my feelings to B… She deserves the best, she doesn't need someone who has too much baggage."
The blonde went wide-eyed, "You think you have baggage? San… Seriously? You're looking at the girl who fucked every girl she could just to get away from her real life… Someone who didn't want to accept what happened to Wyatt so she continued to run deeper into a hole." Santana nodded. "And look what happened when I started to accept my past… Rachel… She came along and patched everything up… She patched me up, S… What if that person for you is Brittany?" Quinn took a breath when she got no respond from the Latina, "Look, I'm choosing to stay at home on the weekend and not go out drinking… That wouldn't have happened when I was in Australia… Rachel's the reason behind me changing back into myself…" Again Santana just nodded. "If you're waiting for everything to be perfect… The time to talk to B will never come… Because nothing is ever perfect, San… And if you continue to wait she might not be waiting by the time you're ready," Quinn said seriously.
"You think B won't wait?" Santana said with narrow eyes.
The blonde shook her head, "I think she will wait for as long as she can… But she has feelings too that also need to come out, and all you're doing is having her bottle them up, waiting for you to get your shit together… There will come a time where she might not be able to wait any longer… You're not the only one struggling here, S."
"Well maybe she should move on," Santana said looking down.
Quinn rolled her eyes and moved over to lightly push her best friend in the shoulder, "Fuck off, San… You know you don't mean that."
The Latina nodded, because, no she didn't mean that at all. "Fucking pull yourself together and speak to her… Stop being distant and open up to her for once."
Santana didn't say or do anything. "Are you and B still having sex?"
The Latina looked up and shook her head, "No… We haven't been intimate since the acceptance week… Like you noticed, I've kind of been distant."
Quinn's eyes went wide, "You haven't got any since the acceptance week?"
Santana started to chuckle as she started to calm herself down, "Yeah… It's been a long time, Q."
"That's not long at all," Quinn whispered just before she shoved a forkful of pasta in her mouth.
"What you say?" Santana wondered.
Quinn shook her head as she swallowed what was in her mouth, "Nothing."
The Latina shrugged as she started to eat the breadstick that was in her hand all the way through their conversation. "Wanna watch Pretty Little Liars while we eat?" the blonde asked.
Santana nodded as she continued to munch on her breadsticks, her Gnocchi forgotten. Quinn grabbed her remote off her bedside table and then the two got comfortable up against the blondes bedhead, just before Quinn pressed play Santana whispered out a "Thank you."
Quinn nodded but didn't turn to her best friend, but looked straight at her TV, "I'm always here for you, San." Then pressed play. Santana whispered out a "Same," just before the show started.