AN: Heyyyyyy there! So, this chapter starts where the last one left off. The beginning of the dinner is in this one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and if I did, Santana would be a track runner lol not a cheerio.
Chapter 2
"Alright, lasagna… check. Mashed potatoes… Damn it, I forgot to get them from the store." Quinn mumbled to herself. She opened the oven and pulled the platter of lasagna out and placed it on the stove. She hears footsteps behind her and turns to see Santana walking through the threshold of the kitchen.
"Ohh, something's smellin' good." Santana smiled.
"Yeah, I decided to whip out some of my famous three cheese lasagna. It's been a while since I cooked some."
"Well, you better make a lot because I'm definitely gonna eat it." The latina laughed walking to the side of the blonde.
Quinn playfully rolled her eyes. "Of course."
Santana peered over all the food. "Looks like you have everything down. You have anything else you need help with?"
"Umm… yeah, why don't you straighten up the dining room for me; I haven't quite gotten that far yet." She said.
"Alright." As she made her way to the dining room she glanced at her phone, noticing it was well pass three o'clock. "Quinn, where's Mercedes? Wasn't she supposed to be here like almost an hour ago?"
The blonde peeped her head around the corner. "Her class had some weird cat incident which caused class to run a little later than usual." She giggled. "She should be here soon."
The girl quirked an eyebrow. "What happened?"
"One of the students got scratched up in the face. Bruh, I was weak as fuck when she told me."
Santana shook her head. "And that's why I hate cats." She mumbled. Lord Tubbington was perched up on one of the chairs beside the table when the girl made the comment. He tilted his furry head to the side. Smiling, she said, "Except you Tubbs." The little-big kitten has grown on her for the past few years. "Oh wait, Quinn, you didn't give me the plates and everything!" She yells.
Rushing to the table, the blonde practically pushes the plates into her hands. "I totally forgot to pick out what I should wear!" She panicked wide eyed.
"Whoa whoa, okay. I'll help you-."
"You have to help me! And please not anything red. Her grandmother has this super…"
"Q?"
"…She totally hates the color red. She says it's the color from the devil. I totally don't get what the big deal is though! Cedes told me one time that…" Quinn rambled.
"Quinn!" Santana exclaimed.
"Oh my-. Stop yelling Santana...jeez. And why are you still standing here, you said you would help me find something decent to wear?! Dude this dinner is going to be a disaster- her grandmother is still gonna hate me. I'm just… ugh! What the fuck is life? Why am I so nervous? Santana I'm so NERVOUS!-"
The latina grabbed the sides of Quinn's face. "LUCY! Shut the fuck up!" Wide neon green eyes locked onto brown. "Breathe."
A certain scent caught the blonde's nose and she darted downstairs to the door. Before the person could do anything, she swung the door open. "Hey."
Mercedes lifted an eyebrow. "What's the matter?" The girl walked in, planting a small kiss on Quinn's lips. "Oooh, and what smells so good?"
The blonde watched her mate walk to the kitchen. "Um, it's just the lasagna I cooked for later tonight." She said in a small voice.
Mercedes turned to the girl. The blonde was rubbing her hands together and clenching her jaw- something she usually did when she was anxious or nervous. "Why are you-?"
"Oh good, you're here." Santana interjected, walking into the kitchen. "This girl has totally gone crazy. I thought she was good, but guess I was wrong. I'm gonna go finish setting the table, but please help her find something to wear; that's what she's kind of worrying about."
Mercedes chuckled and gazed at Quinn. "Is it my grandmother that's making you so jumpy?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Okay. You don't have to be so nervous babe. She already likes you and I don't see what the big deal is." She said taking her hand. The two walked upstairs to Mercedes' room. She gently pushed the girl towards her bed. "I'll get you something, you just sit down."
"Yeah." There was a small pause between them before Quinn spoke again. "Did your class end better than it started?" She chuckled.
"I guess you can say that… I lowkey didn't want to go back to class. Once I heard that girl scream, I swear it shook my nerves a little. The cat wasn't even that big." She shrugged.
"That reminds me of that time when you got scared because a squirrel ran into the house through the back door."
Mercedes turned her head around the corner of the closet and looked pointedly at her mate, "Okay, but who left the back door open though?"
The blonde paused, "Hm, touché…"
After a few minutes of playful banter and Mercedes searching her closet for an outfit for Quinn, things started to turn serious. The conversation about Brittany and Santana's relationship caught the attention of the shorter girl as she took a seat in her desk chair. "So how do you think Brittany is really doing though? I mean, things can't really be that hard between them…can it?"
Quinn shrugged. "Well you have to remember that they've never really been apart for so long. When Britt and I went on summer vacation, that's different; her being overseas or somewhere we can't get in contact with her at that instant moment is something both Santana and Brittany have to get used to. We can hear each other in our heads yeah, but it's a relief to actually see the person to make sure they're okay."
"Oh true. I wish I was here earlier when y'all had video chatted- it has been some time since I've spoken to her face to face." Mercedes stood and walked back to her closet. "I don't know how they do it. I can't have you way across in another country- I need my baby right here with me." She smiled.
"And I will always be here when you need me." The blonde walked to the girl and hugged her tightly, laying a line of kisses there until she reached plump lips. She took a tug at her bottom lip with her teeth and pulled the girl closer to her.
Mercedes pulled away with a moan. "Wait wait, we need to get ready for later." She chuckled. "So, you go back downstairs to finish everything up.
"Oh I can go downstairs." The blonde smirked, backing the girl towards the bed.
"Q… I-." She tried, her resolve sinking.
"Babe I'll be quick, you know I will. I just want you so bad right now." She groaned gently laying the girl on the bed.
Mercedes was about to comment when her breathing picked up as the girl's piercing neon green eyes locked onto hers and a low growl ran through her ears. She felt small tug in her gut. "Shit, five minutes okay?"
Quinn smirked. "That's all I need."
Mercedes and Quinn were standing in the middle of the living room doing some last minute touch ups before Mercedes' parents and grandmother got to the place. "Ok…" Quinn stood up straight from adjusting the table. "So how do I look?" She asked skeptically.
The shorter girl simply smiled and raised her hand to run through her choppy blonde hair.
Unfortunately, the blonde took the non-verbal response as something bad. "What? The blue is too bright isn't it? Crap I knew I should've worn the-." She was cut off when a pair of thick lips smashed into hers.
Once Mercedes felt the girl respond, she pulled away. "You look really really stunning in that shirt, and I love how these pants hang just right on your hips." She purred. The blonde smirked and moved closer to her mate. The predatory gaze she received made her shiver with anticipation. Quinn would have responded, however the sound of the doorbell ringing interrupted their moment. Mercedes turned to look at the door while the other girl groaned. She turned back and gave her one last lingering kiss on the lips, "Later okay?" and walked to the door.
Quinn watched the girl walk away not without noticing the natural sway to the girl's hips. 'Damn' she thought. The door swung open and the next thing she knew she and Mercedes were attacked with death grip hugs and sweet kisses. A kind smile grew on her face as her mate's parents greeted her with such kindness.
"Ohh I miss you both so much! How is everything? Are your classes going good?" Liana asked squeezing her daughter's hands.
"Everything is going okay, what have y'all been up too?" Mercedes said.
"Oh you know, a little this a little that, nothing much. My company has been trying to branch out into other states so travelling has kinda got an old man run down." Her father laughed.
"Yeah I bet. Hey lets go ahead to the table, I know y'all probably hungry."
Quinn giggled. "I sure am."
The shorter girl glanced to her and smiled. While walking to the table she looked around and her eyebrows furrowed. "Where's gramma?"
Liana turned to her daughter with a grim look and leaned more towards her. "She's on the phone with your cousin Richard. His wife is giving him some problems; it's like recently all they do is argue and argue." Mercedes tilted her head in confusion. "Not to mention they have a baby on the way. They've been bugging about that too." Quinn on the other hand, while talking to Mercedes' father, couldn't help but listen in on their conversation once she saw the odd look on her mates face.
"Well, I hope things work out. They shouldn't be so stressed; they have a baby on the way." Mercedes responded.
"That's what your gramma has been saying to him." Before Mercedes could respond, in walked her grandmother through the front door. If you didn't know her real age, you would think the woman wouldn't past the age of 50. There were only small wrinkles that showed around her face and her light chocolate brown eyes still had so much light inside of them. The strands of grey hair that lay upon her head blended perfectly with her dark brown hair. The woman shook her head whilst putting her phone into her purse. When she looked up, a graceful smiled cover upon her lips. "Well well, if it isn't Bonnie and Clyde." She chuckled. The older woman gave Mercedes and Quinn the nickname since they met because they became inseparable ever since.
Mercedes walked past her mother to the woman and enveloped her into a gentle hug. "Hey gramma, how have you been?!"
"Well you know what they say- can't complain; I've been getting up there if you know what I mean." She said with her thick Jamaican accent. She saw the blonde sitting at the table with a light grin on her face. "And you come over here and give gramma some love."
Quinn rose from her seat and walked to the woman. "Hey gramma G." G was short for Gina. As they pulled away from the embrace, Quinn felt her nerves slightly calm.
"You've been taking care of my pumpkin right? I don't wanna have to come up here with my squad little gyal." She teased.
"Haha of course I wouldn't let anything happen to her." Quinn said lovingly. She felt her mate's hand slide into her own and felt her heart swell.
Her grandmother slightly nodded and started to walk towards the table where her son was sitting. "Oh I sure hope so. You care for her so much Quinn and Mercedes I wouldn't let this one get away. True young love is so hard to come by these days; it's like they don't take their morals into consideration anymore."
They were all sat down at the table chatting about the current events and everything that was going. Quinn was happy that Mercedes' family seemed content and comfortable about herself being involved in the shorter girl's life. She just hoped that would continue for as long as she and Mercedes were together and beyond.
"Hey, where's your other two friends Mercedes, I thought they lived here too?" Her grandmother asked.
"Oh you mean Santana and Brittany?"
"Yeah yeah."
"Well remember Brittany is away right now because of military; she just shipped out about three or four months ago. And Santana is actually upstairs. She's working on a big project with one of her classmates… she texted me saying she isn't going to be able to make it down here for dinner tonight but to tell you all she said hello." She said apologetically.
Realization donned on the woman. "Oh that's okay. Well I wish Brittany the best- hopefully I see her soon and tell Santana I said hello."
"Ok." After a brief pause, Mercedes glanced at Quinn quickly catching her eye before looking back towards her grandmother. "Gramma I have a question about something and I want to know your opinion."
Gina looked up caught her granddaughter's eye. "Oh ok well." She started to rise in her seat.
"Oh no, you don't have to get up mom and dad can hear it too."
The woman sat down and sighed. "Alright then, what's the question?"
"Um… I know you said you don't really pay attention to the supernatural world, but I was just wondering." Linda and her husband looked at each other and then to Quinn. They knew where this conversation was headed. "Do you know those stories about werewolves and vampires… o- or spirits?"
Gina noticed the look of apprehension across the blonde's face and furrowed her eyebrows.
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Soooo there it is. Where do y'all think the conversation is headed? I'm glad I got this chapter out and I am working on the third one right now. Alright, Read&Review, ask any questions you have.
See you soon!