We Weren't Expecting You This Early
Everyone had just finished breakfast and were on their way to the rehearsal hall. Quinn and Santana had told everyone about Quinn's parents and what they planned on doing today. Everyone was almost as determined as Santana not to let that happen, despite Mr Schu's protests. They were walking into the lobby because it was the only way to get to their rehearsal space, when they heard someone. 'Quinn.' Russell Fabray still sounded pissed off. All of the glee clubbers and Mr Schu were stopped in their tracks as the angry parents walked over to the group.
'Mr and Mrs Fabray.' Mr Schu greeted them, extending a hand and a smile, not that it would do any good but he was a polite man.
'Call me Judy,' Quinn's mother smiled at him as she shook the teachers hand. Russell however hadn't taken his eyes off of Quinn, scowling at Santana as she pulled her girlfriend behind her.
'Quinn.' Mr Fabray repeated, stepping closer to them as the group backed up. They didn't want Quinn to leave, but Mr Fabray was shit scary so they thought best to keep out of his way.
'Dad. Mum.' Quinn said emotionlessly.
'We weren't expecting you this early.' Mr Schu made conversation.
'Well. We need to get our daughter home.'
'No you don't.' Santana spoke up.
'Santana.' Mr Schu shot her a warning look.
'No, Mr Schu I'm sorry, but they don't need to take her anywhere. They are just narrow minded people who only want their daughter to do exactly as they say. Isn't that right Russell?' He glared at her.
'Do not speak to me that way girl, this is because of you.' He pointed at her as Quinn held onto her from behind.
'No it's not. It's because of you. You cannot stand it can you? Is it because I'm a girl or because I'm Latina? Maybe it's both.' She was really pushing her luck here but she wouldn't just let them take Quinn form her.
'Santana!' Mr Schu shouted at her.
'I'm sorry, you know, but I need to know just how small minded these people are…'
'Enough!' Russell sped towards the two girls, Santana only flinching slightly as he came within feet of them. 'We are taking Quinn home. End of story.'
'Yes, she has some packing to do when we get there so it's best if we leave now.' Judy smiled at Mr Schu but he looked just as confused as his students, packing? But it was almost as if Judy Fabray was drunk or high, keeping her calm and almost drifting through the entire confrontation.
'Packing?' Quinn wondered. 'Why do I need to pack?'
'Because, tomorrow we have booked a flight for you. You will be going to live with your Aunt Melanie.'
'Wait, mum's sister? The nut job who lives in a bungalow in Austin with seven cats and no TV?' Quinn looked at them with a hurt and shocked expression.
'That's the one. Come on.' Russell went towards his daughter in an attempt to lead her away, growling in frustration as Santana pulled her back and stepped in front of Quinn further.
'Santana.' Mr Schu looked at her, wondering how many times he would have to remind her that they were Quinn's parents.
'No Mr Schu. There is no way this is happening.' Santana said through gritted teeth as she tried to keep her cool.
'I don't think that's your decision, Santana.' Russell cringed at saying her name and made another move forwards. 'Move, now.' He said, looking down at her.
'No. I cant do that.' She stated, Quinn grabbing onto the back of her shirt.
'Santana, maybe I should just…' Quinn started, whispering in her ear.
'No! Quinn we cant let them win. You belong here with me okay.' She felt Quinn nod, the brunette not having taken her eyes from Quinn's fathers.
'Young lady, stand aside.' He stepped right up to the girls now, only inches away from Santana but she held her ground.
'You need to let Quinn stay here. The competition is tomorrow. She has worked too hard for you guys to screw it up for her. So she is not leaving.' Santana managed to keep her voice civil.
'Well I would agree that she has worked hard, and we would love nothing more than to watch her perform. But as long as you are here, poisoning her,' he clenched his jaw. 'We will not allow her to be.'
'Okay, why don't we take this to the restaurant. Have some coffee and just cool off.' Mr Schu pleaded, not wanting to make any more of a scene in the middle of the hotel lobby.
'I'm sorry Mr Schuester, but my husband really wants us to be on our way.' She smiled again.
'Yes so if you'll excuse us.' Russell said as he tried to reach around Santana and get to Quinn. Once again the Latina walked backwards, Quinn moving out of his reach. 'Girl you are really trying my patience.'
'Just listen for a second okay.' Santana thought carefully. 'You said you just don't want her near me, whatever the setting.'
'Your point?' Russell sighed.
'I'll go.' Santana stated, Quinn gasping behind her and pulling Santana to face her. The rest of the glee club watching contently as the scene unfolded.
'Santana, no!' Quinn grasped both of her hands.
'Yes okay, that's the only way they'll let you perform. And it's not like I'm gonna be up there with you anyway.' She smiled, Quinn looking sadder than ever. She turned back to Quinn's parents. 'If I promise to be on the first flight out of here, will you let her stay and perform tomorrow?'
'Well,' Mr Fabray contemplated the offer for a moment.
'You'll get to see her sing and you wont have to worry about me, poisoning her.' Santana said sarcastically, getting a nudge from Quinn when she saw the look on her father's face.
'Fine. I guess that's reasonable. Quinn you can stay.' Santana let out a sigh of relief, as did all the glee members. Mr Schu, however, wasn't happy about this idea.
'Alright, everyone I want you to go to the rehearsal hall and wait for me.' They nodded and set off, Santana pushing Quinn towards them.
'Go with them, I promise I'll say goodbye before I leave.' She smiled, going to hug the blonde but Quinn had other ideas, kissing her tenderly on the lips as her mother and father turned their heads in disgust.
'See you later.' Quinn whispered, and then set off to follow everyone else.
'Santana are you sure about this?' Mr Schu came over and put a hand on her shoulder.
'Yeah. Definitely. If it means Quinn can perform tomorrow I would do anything.' She smiled up at him. Russell and Judy still checking her out, looking at her like she was a disease.
'Okay, well I'll make sure you get on a plane alright. And I'll keep you updated on our progress.'
'Thanks Mr Schu.' She looked back to the Fabray's. 'And you are not sending her to Austin.'
'Oh really.' Russell almost laughed. 'And how is that you're decision?'
'It's not.' Santana agreed with him on that. 'I suppose it wont matter though. Because wherever you send her, Austin, London, the moon, I'll find her. I love her. And that's all there is to it.' She shrugged, walking away form them. Feeling confident and relatively satisfied with herself for the first time in a long time. But now she had some packing to do.
