Everything Will Be Fine
Quinn flipped open her cell phone and put it to her ear. 'Hello?' She said nervously.
'Oh, Quinnie. It's mum.'
'Yeah, I got that.' Santana searched her girlfriends face, not knowing if she should leave the room to give her some privacy. 'What is it?' Quinn asked, having a strange feeling that her father had something to do with this out of the blue phone call.
'I need to talk to you sweetheart, privately.' It was almost as if Judy Fabray knew Santana would be there.
'Okay, give me a second.' Quinn said, standing up and giving Santana an apologetic smile. She covered the phone's speaker. 'I need to take this to the balcony. Are you okay?'
'Oh yeah, go Q, it's fine.' Santana smiled, Quinn kissing her on the forehead before hurrying outside. She pulled the screen door over but Santana could still hear her mumbling. This wasn't going to end well. About ten minutes later Quinn walked back in. Phone in hand and an incredibly sad look on her face.
'Quinn, what is it?' Santana asked, jumping off of the bed to hug her. She could see tears falling from Quinn's eyes as they separated, gently wiping them away with her hands.
'My dad,' Quinn sniffed. 'He told my mum about you, about us.'
'And?' Now Santana was really worried.
'And she's just as pissed off as he is. She said that they were coming back here tomorrow.'
'What?' Santana questioned. 'What for?'
'They're coming to take me home.' Quinn sobbed.
'But that's, that's bullshit.' Santana exclaimed. 'Nationals are the day after tomorrow, there's no way they can do that.'
'Well they are. They said they're talking to Mr Schu and pulling me out of the competition.' She sighed, slumping down on the bed as she watched Santana become more frustrated by the second.
'There's no way I'm letting that happen.' She shook her head and started pacing.
'What are you going to do?' Quinn looked up at her.
'I don't know yet,' Quinn sighed again. 'But you have worked too hard for this Q. I'm not letting them take that moment away from you.' Quinn smiled. 'Why are you smiling? We need to figure out how to fix this.'
'Santana,' Quinn said gently. 'San come here.' She held her hand out, the Latina gripping it tightly as Quinn pulled her onto the bed.
'What?' Santana asked, Quinn stroking her cheek as she pulled her into a deep kiss.
'You are so sweet.' Quinn smiled. 'But I don't think there's anything we can do to stop my parents.'
'But Q, we have to try. We cant…' Quinn kissed her again.
'I know. And first thing tomorrow we'll go to Mr Schu and talk to him. Okay?'
'Yeah, okay.' Santana smiled as she pulled Quinn into her, Quinn's arm wrapping around the brunette's waist as they drifted off.
The next morning the girls made sure to get up at 7. They had to be at breakfast for 8 anyway so they figured they would stop of at Mr Schu's room on the way. They knocked on his hotel room door, holding hands and fidgeting nervously as they waited for their teacher to answer. 'Quinn, Santana.' He said kind of surprised by the visit. 'What's up?'
'Can we come in Mr Schu? We need to talk to you.' Santana informed him.
'They're coming here. Today.' Mr Schu needed clarification.
'Yeah, they said I have to go home.'
'Because…'
'They don't approve of mine and Santana's relationship.' Santana smiled weakly at her from her position sitting on the end of Mr Schu's bed.
'Well Quinn, they're your parents.' He rubbed his head. 'And as much as I don't agree with what they want to do, they have every right to pull you out.'
'What!' Santana jumped up. 'How can you say that Mr Schu, what they're doing is so unfair. It's wrong and selfish and Quinn has worked too hard for this!' She shouted, Mr Schu putting a hand on her shoulder to calm her down.
'Santana. I know how you feel alright, I understand why you guys are so upset. But Quinn. They are you're parents.'
'I know Mr Schu. I just thought, one day before competition, you know. You might fight them to let me stay.' She smiled weakly as she tried to drag Santana from the room.
'What Q. You cant give up like that. Mr Schu tell us you'll help.' Santana pleaded.
'I will talk to them when they get here. I will make all of the points you guys have presented clear to them. But the final decision will be theirs.'
'Shouldn't it be mine Mr Schu?' Quinn said quietly, their teacher sighed.
'I'm sorry Quinn. But if this is what your parents think is best for you, then I cant argue with them. I will make sure they know how hard you've worked for this and I'll try my best to help you guys.'
'Well that was a waste of time.' Santana complained as they walked towards the hotel restaurant for breakfast.
'I'm sure Mr Schu will do everything he can.' Quinn said, holding Santana's hand tightly as they strolled along. They still had nearly forty minutes before everyone else would be down so they took their time.
'I guess.' Santana sighed. 'It just sucks.'
'I know. But hopefully I can talk some sense into them when they get here.'
'Quinn, what if they actually take you home?' Santana asked, her voice sounding more and more vulnerable by the second. 'I know the competition on Friday is the main thing, but I don't think I'll be okay without you.'
'San,' Quinn stopped her. 'You'll be fine. If I do end up going we'll only be apart for a few days. I promise everything will be fine okay.'
'Yeah. If you say so.' Santana looked down at the floor, Quinn not believing her as she pulled her into a hug.
'You're stronger than you think Santana. You have to trust me on that.'
'Sure.' Santana nodded and lifted her head, tugging Quinn into a kiss before setting off down the hall once more.
