Quinn-tessential

Santana slowly turns into Judy's favourite significant other of Quinn's.

"I'm scared," Santana whimpered as Quinn hovered her fingers on the doorbell.

"It's just my mom," Quinn hissed. "She's going to love you! I promise."

"But what if she thinks I'm too rude? Or I eat too much? Or the fact that I'm a girl?" Or –"

Quinn shut Santana up with a chaste kiss to the lips. "Don't be silly, San." She pressed the buzzer to her doorbell as Santana pouted. "Don't be nervous okay, babe? She'll love you."

Santana shot a terrified smile at Quinn as a fair-haired, middle-aged woman opened the door.

"Quinnie!" she squealed, cracking a huge beam. "I'm so glad you came! And…" Mrs Fabray cast her gaze to Santana who tried her best to smile under her anxiety. "You must be Santana! God, Quinn never mentioned you were this pretty!"

"Thank you…" Santana bit her lip as she smiled bashfully.

"Anyway, come right in, I have the meal ready for you!"

"Yay!" Quinn clapped her hands in delight. "Did you make bacon?"

"No, honey. You have too much already!" Mrs Fabray laughed as Quinn pouted. "We have homemade lasagne though, I hope that's okay?"

"Of course that is," Santana said politely. "Thank you, Mrs Fabray."

"Mrs Fabray!?" Quinn's mother mocked. "God, you make me sound so old! Please, call me Judy. Please, come in!"

Santana took one of Quinn's hands and stepped into the Fabray House, which had a pleasant vanilla smell to it. She took off Quinn's coat and hung it on the peg, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Judy as Santana led Quinn to the dining room in Judy's wake.

Santana subconsciously pulled the chair back for Quinn, who sat down with a grateful 'Thank you." Then Santana sat down next to Quinn, waiting patiently for Judy to finish pouring their drinks.

"So…" Judy made light conversation as she picked up her fork. "I would just like to know, Santana, what do you study at college?"

"I'm a writer," Santana replied which elicited an impressed nod from Judy.

"Oh?" the older woman raised an eyebrow. "Which branch, specifically?"

"General at first," Santana responded politely, wiping her mouth with a napkin as she swallowed. "I specialised in screenplay afterwards though, I also do some playwriting but not as much."

"That's amazing!" Judy smiled as she placed another modest chunk of lasagne into her mouth. "I've gotta read one of your works one day, I bet it is brilliant."

Santana smiled shyly. "Thank you, Mrs Fabray."

Judy side-eyed Santana. "Judy."

"Sorry," Santana instantly said. "Judy."

Judy winked at Quinn, mouthing the words 'I like her' when Santana looked down to focus on her food again.

Santana caught Quinn staring longingly at her crème fraîche after the latter had finished her meal, so without thinking about it Santana placed her dessert on Quinn's tray with a smile.

"Eat it," Santana said when Quinn looked at her quizzically. "I know you really like it and I'm not that huge a fan, so please go right ahead."

"T-Thank you, San," Quinn said, charmed as she gratefully took a bite from Santana's dessert.

"Do you always give your desserts away, Santana?" Judy enquired.

"No…" Santana shook her head with a smile. "I could tell Quinn really wanted it, however."

Judy nodded approvingly, eating her dessert before she spoke up again.

"You know, Quinn, none of the people you brought home before has treated you like this before," Judy stated.

Quinn looked up from her crème fraîche. "What do you mean?"

"Well, for a start, Santana is so polite… unlike that mohawked boy, what was his name? Noah? Yeah, he had a bit of a bad mouth sometimes."

"I guess…" Quinn trailed.

"Also Santana puts your coat on the peg for you, she holds the door open for you, holds the chair… that oafish boy, Finn, he never do that either, did he?"

"No, I guess he didn't…" Quinn drawled.

"And now Santana gives you dessert? That guppy boy, Sam, he never gives you food! I swear he loves eating more than you!"

"You're right…" Quinn said slowly.

"So do you know what that means?" Judy said with a smirk. "Santana is quintessential."

"Quintessential?" Quinn echoed.

"Perfect," Judy explained the meaning. "She's perfect for you. God, have I never seen anybody who treats you this well! Quinn, whatever you do, do not let her go. She's a keeper." Judy winked at Santana, who ducked her head with a bashful smile.

"Also… you get it? Quintessential, Quinn-tessential?" Judy cracked a wide beam.

"Ohhhh…" Santana said as she finally got the joke before bursting into laughter. "That's so good, Judy!"

"See, this girl knows what's up," Judy winked at Quinn. "She's going to be the best daughter-in-law I can ask for!"

Quinn choked on her crème fraîche.