Quinn sat down beside Finn and Santana. "Alright, welcome to the New Directions Quinn," Mr. Schue said, rubbing his hands together. "Our team is going to be hard to beat this year. Sectionals are two months away so we have plenty of time to prepare." Rachel rolled her eyes. That was code for 'we aren't going to get ready for Sectionals until a week before.' "Your assignment for the week is to perform a song by a member of the opposite sex, solo or duet, it doesn't matter. It should help get Quinn used to how things work here." Mr. Schue looked at his notes, or note. "Well that's it for today, have a good weekend everyone. Performances will start Wednesday."
"That's really it?" Quinn asked as glee club members started shuffling out of the choir room.
"That's really it," Rachel confirmed. "We meet three times a week, Monday, Wednesday and Friday but unless we are preforming or preparing for a competition the meetings are rather short. Basically he gives us a lesson and updates us on our progress before letting us go."
"Quinn," Mercedes called as the six friends left the choir room. Quinn whipped around. "Why are you with them?"
Quinn sighed and walked up to Mercedes. "Let's get one thing straight Mercedes, just because my mother works with your mother doesn't mean I need to explain myself to you. I can befriend whoever I want and no one is going to stop me, not you and definitely not my mother. Now if you will excuse me I have places to be."
Quinn walked away from a stunned Mercedes. "You are my hero," Puck cheered.
Santana wrapped her arm around Quinn's shoulder. "That was amazing Q."
Quinn blushed. She still wasn't used to praise for anyone. "Can we stop by my locker?" Quinn asked. "I never got a chance to grab my books."
The others readily agreed and they headed to Quinn's locker. Quinn dug through her locker and pulled out her math, chem, history and English books. She stared at her Spanish book, unsure if she should take it too. "Grab it too," Santana said.
Quinn did what she was told and pulled out the Spanish book. She slammed her locker shut and closed the lock. Finn and Jake took the books from Quinn's arms and they headed to the parking lot. They piled into Finn's Tahoe and Finn drove off to the market. "Anything in particular you want Q?" Finn asked using Santana's nickname for her.
Quinn shrugged. "Brownies with ice cream," Santana answered for Quinn.
"Sounds good," Finn said, licking his lips. "You can pick more stuff when we get there. Trust me you're going to need it."
Finn pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store. The parking lot was about halfway full. The friends climbed out of the car and headed inside. Rachel grabbed a cart. "What first?"
"Soda," Jake answered.
Santana's phone buzzed inside her pocket. She pulled it out and followed the others to the soda section. "Mami wants us to pick up some fresh vegetables for dinner. Whatever we want. Hiram, Leroy and Carole must be coming over to dinner too."
"We'll grab those last," Rachel said. Santana sent a quick text to her mother promising they would grab the vegetables and tucked her phone away.
As soon as they got to the soda section Puck and Jake started grabbing two liters. They dumped four Coke's, four Pepsi's and four Mountain Dew's into the basket. Finn walked over and started grabbing an assortment of Gatorade, all different colors. "What do you want Quinn?" Finn asked.
Quinn stared openmouthed at the amount of sugary drinks in the cart. "That's fine with me," Quinn said gesturing to what was in the cart already.
"Come on Q, it's not as exciting if you're not eating and drinking what you want," Santana said rolling her eyes at Quinn. It was kind of cute, in an annoying sort of way, having Quinn too scared to be honest about what she wanted.
"I like Dr. Pepper," Quinn admitted.
Jake grabbed four bottles of Dr. Pepper and dropped them in the basket. He wrapped his arm around Quinn's shoulder. "See that wasn't hard," he joked.
They made their way to the snack section and things got even crazier. Piles of junk food were tossed into the basket. There was enough candy, cookies, chips and brownies to feed the entire glee club and then some. After Santana's insistence that it wouldn't be fun if she didn't pick out what she liked Quinn felt bold enough to grab some Oreos and sour cream and onion chips. She even grabbed a pack of peanut M&M's. Jake grabbed the M&M's and put them back before replacing them with a 38oz bag so they could all share.
"We're missing something," Santana muttered peering into the basket. She caught sight of the brownies and snapped her fingers. "Ice cream. Then we can get the vegetables for Mami." The trip to the ice cream section went quickly. Each of the six picked out a flavor they enjoyed and the ice cream was dumped inside the cart.
"Pizza rolls," Rachel exclaimed, horrified she had forgotten her favorite snack food. "I'll meet you at the produce section."
Rachel took off running before anyone could stop her. Quinn looked to the others. "Rachel's a Puckerman," Finn said with a shrug. "They really love their food." Jake and Puck nodded in agreement.
"Damn straight," Puck said as they walked to the vegetables.
"What vegetables do you like?" Santana asked Quinn.
"All of them," Quinn said. Santana raised an eyebrow at her. "I really do like all of them."
Santana grabbed some asparagus, broccoli, spinach and carrots. It was enough to feed them for a few nights, or a night. "I think that's everything," Santana said looking around.
"Let's go to casa Lopez then," Puck exclaimed. "We have four seasons of Prison Break to watch."
"Slow down Puckerman. We still have to go to Quinn's house," Santana reminded him.
The line for the cashier was empty when the group made their way over. The boys unloaded the basket while the girls moved out of the way. Santana pulled her ATM card out so she could pay. The cashier's eyes widened comically at the sight of all the food. He rang up all the items and bagged them while Rachel and Quinn loaded them into the basket. Santana swiped her card and entered her pin number.
A few minutes later they were heading back to the Tahoe. The Tahoe was loaded in a matter of minutes and they were off to Quinn's house. Quinn was thankful her driveway was empty when they got to her house. "I'll go in with Quinn. You guys stay here," Santana said climbing out of the Tahoe.
Santana followed Quinn inside the house. The two girls headed upstairs. "Sorry about the mess," Quinn said when they got to Quinn's room.
"Don't worry about it." Santana sat down on Quinn's bed while Quinn packed for the weekend. She grabbed a gym bag and began stuffing clothes into it. "Pack for Monday too. You're going to ride with us anyway so there's no point in coming back here. Oh, and pack a swimsuit. We have a pool and a spa."
Quinn nodded and stuffed another change of clothes, and her swimsuit, into her bag. "I'll be right back." Quinn headed to her bathroom and stuffed the necessities into a small travel bag. "Alright I'm done."
"Great." Santana and Quinn left Quinn's house. They climbed into the car and Finn drove off to Santana's house.
This was the second time Quinn had been at Santana's house and it was just as breathtaking as before. The amount of money and work that went into the house was astounding. They climbed out of the car. Jake grabbed Quinn's books while the rest got the bags out of the back.
The friends followed Santana through the dining room and into the kitchen where Maribel and Carole were chatting. The bags were dumped on the counter. Maribel got up and one by one gave each of the kids a hug, until only Quinn was left. Maribel didn't hesitate to hug Quinn. "It's good to see you again Quinn."
"You too Mrs… Maribel."
Maribel eyed the bags on the counter. "I see the kids have roped you into their bad habits."
"Us have bad habits?" Santana asked innocently.
Carole laughed. "Keep telling yourself that San." She got up and hugged everyone, including Quinn.
Carole and Maribel began unpacking the bags, with the help up Finn, Rachel, Puck and Santana. Quinn and Jake went upstairs to drop off Quinn's things. "So do you want to stay in Santana's room or a guest room?" Jake asked. Quinn stopped walking and Jake turned to face her. "Rach sleeps in Santana's room even though she has her own bedroom, something about it being a girl thing, but if you're not comfortable with that there are plenty of guest rooms."
"Oh." She had been a part of a few sleepovers over the years but they always slept in the living room. This was something completely new to her. "I'll stay in Santana's room," she decided. If Rachel was going to be there then there was no reason for her to not be there.
They walked into Santana's room and Jake dumped Quinn's books on her desk. Quinn sat her bag in the closet. She figured if it wasn't a good spot Santana could tell her where to put it. The two walked back to the kitchen. The bags were unpacked and Maribel was cutting up fruit for the group. Finn and Puck were getting drinks for everyone while Santana and Rachel were dumping chips into bowls. Rachel eyed the cookies. "What do you think San? Combine them all into one?"
"Is that okay Q?" Santana asked. "We normally combine stuff and share."
"Doesn't bother me," Quinn answered.
Quinn wanted to make herself useful and grabbed the bowl from Rachel and started dumping cookies into it. The empty bags were set aside for the time being. Quinn washed her hands before mixing the cookies with her hands. When she was finished she washed her hands one last time. She grabbed the trash and looked around.
Santana, who was watching her the entire time, laughed. She was reminded of a dog chasing their tail. "It's over here Quinn," Santana said walking over to the cabinet in the corner of the kitchen. She pulled the door open, revealing a large trash can. Quinn dumped the empty boxes into the trash. "Did you get all set up?"
Quinn looked at Santana. "Yeah, I put my things in your room. I hope that's okay."
"That's fine," Santana assured her. She looked thoughtful. "You guys okay in here?"
The others looked at her. "Yeah, what's up?" Puck asked. "Are we heading upstairs?"
"In a few," Santana answered. "I'm going to give Quinn a tour. We'll meet you upstairs." Santana grabbed Quinn's hand and dragged her out of the kitchen. "We'll start with the backyard."
"Santana you don't have to—"
"If you're going to be spending a lot of time here then you should know where everything is," Santana interrupted. "Whether you like it or not you're one of us. Mi casa es su casa and all that jazz."
Quinn allowed herself to be dragged out the back door. "Holy mother of god," Quinn gasped at the sight of Santana's backyard.
There was a large pool, not quite Olympic size but it was larger than anything she had seen. It looked more like a public pool than a private one. Lounge chairs were scattered on the tile surrounding the pool. There were also two patio tables with chair surrounding them. Off to the right was a built in hot tub. It was about twice the size of a normal hot tub. There was another building past the pool. "That's the pool house," Santana said following Quinn's line of sight. "We also keep gardening supplies and a barbeque in there. Pretty much everything for the backyard." She pulled Quinn closer to the pool. "The pool's heated, otherwise it would be stupid to have one in Ohio. We can swim later if you want."
"Yes," Quinn exclaimed. "Sorry, I just really love swimming and your pool is amazing."
Santana laughed. "It's fine. Actually we can swim before hanging out in my room while it's still light out."
"It doesn't matter," Quinn said.
Santana groaned. "Q we really need to work on that."
"Work on what?" Quinn asked confused.
"Your incredibly passive nature," Santana replied. "If you want something you have to say it, especially here with us. We don't know you and you don't know us so help us learn about you. What you really like and dislike, instead what you think we want you to like."
Quinn looked away embarrassed. "You're right. I'm sorry."
Santana squeezed Quinn's arm. "Don't be sorry Quinn. You can't help who you are. Just, think about what I said, please." They stood there for a moment. "Come on, we still have the rest of the house to get through."
Santana's house was huge. Quinn was aware of that, having been here the day before, but she was unaware of exactly how huge until Santana showed her around. The second floor had about a dozen rooms. Most were bedrooms and Quinn learned Puck, Jake, Rachel and Finn each had their own bedroom. There was also an office for Eduardo and a craft room for Maribel. On top of that there were also various guest rooms and bathrooms, some attached to the bedrooms.
Santana stood outside the room at the far end of the hallway. She pushed the door open and revealed the most amazing, and expensive thing she had seen in her life. Behind the door was a large game room about the size of two bedrooms. One side of the wall was lined with arcades, Pacman, a zombie shooting game, a racing game and a pinball machine. In the center of the room was a pool table and an air hockey table. On the other side of the room was Dance, Dance Revolution, the dancing game.
"This is the most amazing thing I have ever seen," Quinn gasped.
Santana laughed. "Puck said something similar when he saw it for the first time. Papi figured we have the money, why not have a little fun?"
"Can we play pool some time?" Quinn asked.
"Sure," Santana said. "Why don't you get changed for the pool and I'll go tell the others our plans. Fill free to lock my bedroom door for some privacy."
Santana walked Quinn to her bedroom, in case Quinn didn't remember where it was, before heading downstairs to find the others. "We ready to go?" Puck asked as soon as he caught sight of Santana. "Where's Quinn?"
"Changing," Santana answered. "There's been a change of plans. We're going swimming." Puck pouted. "Don't give me that look Puckerman. We can have our marathon later. We have all weekend remember?"
"I'm going to go change," Jake announced heading upstairs to his bedroom. Rachel and Finn quickly followed.
"You swimming in that?" Puck asked. "Or do you plan on wearing your birthday suit. Please say birthday suit," he said with a grin.
Santana rolled her eyes. "Quinn's in my room. I'm waiting for her to finish."
Puck licked his lips. "You sure you don't want to join her San?"
Santana smacked his arm. "Don't start Puck."
"She is hot," Puck reminded her.
"Yeah she's hot," Santana readily agreed. "But it doesn't mean anything."
"I'll go get changed and grab some towels," Puck announced.
Santana collapsed on the couch and waited for Quinn to finish. Why was it as soon as a pretty girl came to town her best friends were suddenly worried about her? She rubbed the back of her neck. She knew exactly why and she appreciated their concern but there was no reason for it.
Quinn walked down the stairs feeling slightly uncomfortable. She had forgotten a beach towel so she was now wandering around Santana's house in a bikini. Santana looked up when she heard someone approach. Her eyes travelled down Quinn's body. If there was any doubt of Quinn's attractiveness before it was gone now.
"I forgot a towel," Quinn said sheepishly.
Santana swallowed hard. "It's okay. Puck's going to grab a few." She stood up. "I'm going to get changed. You can head out back if you want."
Quinn headed to the kitchen where Carole and Maribel were still hanging out. "Hi Quinn," Carole greeted cheerfully. She eyed Quinn's lack of clothing. "I hope you're planning on going to the pool otherwise you might be a little underdressed."
Quinn looked down. She had almost forgotten about her lack of clothing. "Yes ma'am, l mean Carole, the others are changing now."
"Hungry?" Maribel asked turning around.
"A little," Quinn said honestly. She offered Quinn some freshly cut watermelon. Quinn took a piece. "Thank you."
"Anytime Quinn," Maribel said smiling at the younger girl. "I have some fruit cut up for you all if you want to take it outside."
"Sure," Quinn agreed grabbing the platter from the counter.
"Make yourself at home Quinn," Maribel said patting the girl's cheek.
"Thanks Maribel." Quinn took the platter outside and sat it down on one of the tables. She stretched out on one of the lounge chairs while she waited for the rest.
Quinn twisted around when the slider opened. Jake and Finn were the first ones to come down. Both were wearing swim trunks and sunglasses and nothing else. Jake was well muscled for a fifteen year old boy. It was a bit surprising. Finn wasn't as muscular as Jake but he still had the look of an athlete.
"You look comfortable," Jake commented.
"I am," Quinn said with a grin. She could take a nap here.
Finn tossed Quinn a pair of sunglasses. "Santana asked me to give you these. She thought you could use them."
Quinn caught the sunglasses with ease. She checked them out and wasn't surprised to find the cost more than her own pair. She put them on anyway. They did wonders against the harsh glare of the sun. It was stupid of her to forget her sunglasses at home. "Thanks."
Finn sat his sunglasses on the table and did a cannonball into the pool. Quinn and Jake were splashed in the process. "Finn you ass," Jake shouted pulling his sunglasses off and trying to shake the water off.
Finn wiped the water from his face and grinned at Jake. "Come on in Q. Water is warm."
Quinn laughed and did her best to dry herself without a towel. Puck, Rachel and Santana came out of the house. Quinn turned around and her jaw dropped at the sight of Santana. Her body was more toned than any female Quinn had ever seen, not that she was looking at others. It was obvious Santana took pride in her body because it showed. Santana's black bikini didn't leave much to the imagination.
Jake nudged Quinn. "Quinn, close your mouth or you'll catch flies," Jake teased.
Quinn coughed and looked away from Santana. "You okay Quinn? You look a little flustered," Rachel noted.
"Fine," Quinn said, avoiding looking at Santana. She glanced at Puck and Rachel. She frowned when she caught sight of Puck. He was just as muscular, if not more so, then Jake but that wasn't what caught her attention. "Do you have a nipple ring?"
Puck grinned. "Yep," he said proudly. "You want to touch it?"
"Definitely not," Quinn said shaking her head.
Puck dropped the towels on the table and Rachel sat on sunscreen next to the towels. Quinn grabbed the tube. She rubbed sunscreen over her body. "Do you need help with your back?" Santana asked. Rachel and Jake jumped into the pool.
"Please." Quinn handed over the tube. Santana squeezed some sunscreen into her hands and began rubbing it into Quinn's back. Quinn pulled her hair out of the way and Santana pushed aside the straps of Quinn's top while she worked. Santana's hands lingered a bit longer than necessary but eventually she pulled away.
"All done," Santana told her. Santana put the cap on and sat the tube on the table.
Puck stared at Quinn for half a minute before coming to a decision. He pulled Quinn into his arms and ran to the edge of the pool. He jumped in the pool with Quinn still in his arms. As soon as they hit the water Puck let Quinn go.
Quinn broke the surface and coughed. She was unprepared for being thrown into the water and had inhaled the water. She swam to the edge and pulled herself out of the water. "Puckerman," Quinn choked. She glared at her new friend. Finn, Rachel and Jake laughed while Santana smiled slightly.
"Sorry Q, you looked hot." Puck winked at her.
Quinn winced at the bright light. She reached up and found the sunglasses gone. "Puck you knocked the glasses off."
Puck dived down and searched for the glasses. He came up a minute later waving them around. "Here you go Q."
Quinn grabbed them and with Santana's help Quinn stood up. She walked over to the towels and dried off the glasses as best she could. She grabbed a piece of melon and popped it into her mouth. "You okay Quinn?" Santana asked taking a seat in the longue chair Quinn previously occupied.
"Fine," Quinn answered wringing the water out of her hair. She sat down on the longue chair next to Santana's.
"You're not going to swim?" Santana asked surprised.
"Are you?" Quinn countered.
"In a minute," Santana replied. "I'm working on my tan."
"You are tan," Quinn pointed out.
Santana shrugged and turned to face Quinn. She lowered her sunglasses. "I'll go in if you do."
Quinn stood up and Santana followed. They walked toward the shallow end. "Jump, jump, jump," Finn and Puck chanted.
Santana flipped them off and walked down the steps and into the water. Quinn was right behind her. "Hold these for me," Santana said handing over her sunglasses. Quinn took the sunglasses and Santana drove underwater. She came up beside Jake. "Come on over Quinn."
Quinn swam over to the others, trying her best not to get Santana's sunglasses wet. It worked for the most part. She handed the sunglasses back and Santana put them on. "This pool is amazing."
"Did you swim much in LA?" Finn asked.
"Not too much. I took swimming as a PE class last year. I wanted to join the swim team but my mother didn't… well she wasn't really fond of the idea," Quinn answered. The others frowned but didn't comment.
Quinn spent some time swimming laps. She loved being back in a pool. "Yo Q, quit your exercising and get over here," Santana yelled when Quinn came up for air.
Quinn swam over to her friends. "We're going to play pool volleyball," Jake told her. Finn and Puck got out of the water and headed to the shed to get the equipment.
"Do you know how to play?" Rachel asked.
"It's just like regular volleyball right?" Quinn asked.
"Pretty much. If the ball goes out of the water it's out," Santana explained. "If it goes in the deep end it's also out but that's more for whoever is aiming in that direction. Everything else is fair game."
"I finally get to play," Rachel exclaimed in realization.
"Rachel is the least athletic out of us so she's normally the referee," Jake explained. "Now the teams are even."
Puck tossed the ball into the water and Puck and Finn got the net set up. "Puck, Finn, pick your teams," Santana called.
"Quinn," Finn yelled before Puck could say anything.
"San," Puck said.
Finn studied Rachel and Jake. "I'll take Rach," he decided.
"You picked your team first so I pick the side," Puck reminded Finn. Finn nodded. That was how it worked with them. "I pick that side." Puck pointed to the right side, closest to the stairs.
Jake and Santana swam underneath the net while Finn and Puck got back into the water. "Alright. We're going to have one in the front and two in the back," Finn said. "Rachel you're probably best in the back. Quinn, which do you prefer?"
"I'll take the back," Quinn said. "You're taller. You'll have a better time blocking the ball from the front."
"Works for me. If you want to switch just let me know," Finn said.
Puck tossed the ball to Quinn. "Your serve Fabray," he yelled.
Quinn tossed the ball in the air and hit it as hard as she could. It barely went over the net and Santana was able to hit it back over with ease. The game had begun.
A couple hours later the game was still going. It was starting to get dark but the group ignored it. They were having too much fun. At 5:30pm Maribel walked outside. She was surprised to see them still playing. They were going to be exhausted in the morning. "Dinner," Maribel called. The kids were too busy splashing around to hear her. Maribel whistled. It got everyone's attention. "Dinner is in five. Get dried off and come in."
"We'll be right there," Santana promised.
Maribel headed back inside to finish setting the table. The six friends climbed out of the pool and grabbed their towels. "How does it feel to get your asses kicked?" Puck asked.
Finn wacked his best friend with his towel. "Dream on Puckerman. We won."
Puck scoffed. "No way man. Puckasaurus never loses."
Quinn snorted. "Did you really give yourself a nickname?"
"Of course," Puck said puffing out his chest.
Santana rolled her eyes. "Ignore him," Santana told Quinn.
The group dried off and quickly as they could and headed back inside the house. "Should we change first?" Quinn asked.
Santana shook her head. "Don't worry about it. We do this all the time. But if you're uncomfortable you can go change. Mami won't mind."
Quinn settled for wrapping the towel firmly around her body.
Eduardo, Maribel and Carole were already at the table along with two men that Quinn didn't recognize. Although she didn't recognize them she figured they had to be the Puckerman's parents. "Sit," Maribel instructed.
Quinn sat in between Finn and Jake and across from one of Puckerman adults. "Quinn, this is Leroy and Hiram Puckerman," Eduardo introduced, gesturing to the men. Hiram was the one sitting across from Quinn. "Leroy, Hiram, meet Quinn Fabray."
"Nice to meet you sirs," Quinn said respectfully.
"None of that sir nonsense," Leroy exclaimed. "Please call us Leroy and Hiram."
Dishes were passed around and everyone loaded up on spinach, carrots, mashed potatoes and carne asada. The food was just as good as the night before and Quinn was in heaven. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she smelled the food. She scooped a mound of mashed potatoes onto her plate.
"It's quieter than normal," Hiram noted. "You guys must have really worn yourself out."
"So hungry," Puck said through a mouthful of food.
"Noah do not talk with your mouth full of food," Leroy scolded.
"Sorry Pop," Noah apologized after swallowing.
"So Quinn how are you liking Lima?" Leroy asked curious.
"It's… not bad," Quinn replied. "They've all made it a lot better." Quinn gestured to her new friends. Finn beamed.
"That's good. I hope our son is behaving himself," Hiram said staring pointedly at Noah. Noah was busy stuffing his facing to notice Hiram was talking about him.
"He's been fine," Quinn assured them. "No worse than the boys at my old school."
Dinner was spent getting to know each other. Carole happy to tell Quinn of the time Noah and Finn played dress up in her clothes when they were seven. Quinn, along with the others, was dying from laughter by the time the story was over. Finn's face had turned red from embarrassment.
When dinner was over the group headed upstairs.
"I'm going to shower," Rachel announced. She waved to her friends and headed to her bedroom.
The others left to shower as well leaving Santana and Quinn alone in Santana's bedroom. "Do you want to shower?" Santana asked. "You're welcome to go first."
Quinn nodded and grabbed her bag. Santana led her to her bathroom. She pulled out a towel and a washcloth and sat it on the toilet seat. "If you need anything else let me know, or fill free to dig around and look for it."
Santana closed the door behind her leaving Quinn alone. Quinn hung the wet beach towel on the rack and stripped off her swim suit. The swim suit was hung next to the towel. Quinn tinkered with the hot and cold water nozzles. Finally she got it set to the right temperature.
She climbed into the shower and sighed. She was sore from all the fun in the pool. She showered quickly, knowing Santana wanted to shower as well.
Quinn wrapped the towel around her body and dug through her bag for her pajamas and underwear. She quickly dried off and got dressed. Her hair was towel dried and then brushed out. She didn't bother blow drying it like she normally would.
Once she was done she left the bathroom. Puck, Finn, Jake and Santana were lounging on her bed. Santana got up and headed to the bathroom. Finn patted the spot beside him. "Come on over Q."
It was a good thing Santana had a king sized bed, otherwise there was no way the six of them would be able to lay down on it. Quinn laid down beside Finn. There was still plenty of room for Rachel and Santana.
Puck sat up. "I'm getting snacks," he announced.
Jake got up as well. "I'll help."
The brothers headed downstairs to get some snacks. "How are you enjoying the weekend so far?" Finn asked.
"It's been great," Quinn said honestly. "I've had more fun these last few hours than I have in a long time."
Finn grinned. "That's great. Hopefully you don't get sick of spending all your free time with us."
"Am I?" Finn glanced at her. "Spending all my free time with you guys?"
"It's up to you Quinn," Santana said stepping out of the bathroom. "Scoot over Quinn."
Quinn moved closer to Finn so she could make room for Santana. "I wouldn't mind it. Where's Rachel?"
"Rachel has a very strict bathroom schedule. She'll be done in a few minutes," Finn answered.
"Do you dance?" Santana asked suddenly.
Quinn turned to face Santana. "Sometimes."
Santana sat up. "Are you any good?"
Quinn shrugged. "I think I'm decent," she replied.
Santana climbed off the bed. "Show me something," Santana requested.
Quinn stared at her. "I… what do you want to see?" she asked hesitantly. She was a fairly good dancer but nowhere near perfect and she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her friends.
Santana tapped her chin. "Do you know the song Timber by Pitbull and Kesha?" Quinn nodded. "Finn pull up Youtube."
"Sure," Finn agreed sitting up. He pulled up Youtube and typed in the song. His finger hovered over the play button until he saw Santana nod. He hit play and they started watching the video.
"Pause it there," Santana instructed. Finn hit pause. "It's not much but can you do that?" Quinn stared at the TV. "Here, I'll do it too."
Santana demonstrated the moves twice before Quinn was confident enough to join in. "Not bad," Finn said watching Quinn dance. It was obvious she had no training but she had the skill.
Santana stopped dancing and watched Quinn. "Nice job Fabray," Santana praised. "A little work and you'll be ready for Sectionals."
"Are you preparing for Sectionals without me?" Rachel demanded walking into the bedroom.
"Course not Rach. I was just testing Quinn's dancing ability," Santana replied.
"Did she pass your test?" Rachel asked eagerly.
"It wasn't a test but yeah she's not bad," Santana said. "Just a little bit of work and she will be perfect." Santana tapped her chin. "Jake should be able to help. He's the best dancer in glee next to Chang."
"Why do I feel like I'm about to take another class?" Quinn groaned.
"Because you are," Rachel said with a grin. "Don't worry Quinn. It will be fun."
Santana snorted. "Don't trust her Quinn. Her idea of fun and our idea of fun is completely different."
Rachel rolled her eyes and climbed on the bed next to Finn. Quinn and Santana got back on the bed and they waited for Puck and Jake. "So Prison Break then?" Finn asked turning Netflix back on.
"Hell yeah," Puck exclaimed walking back into the room. In his arms were the bowls of snacks that they had prepared earlier. Jake was carrying four different two liters and cups. "Maribel is going to bring up some things in a few minutes since we didn't have enough room to carry it."
Puck sat a bowl on Finn and Santana's lap and kept one for himself to share with Jake and Rachel. Two two-liters were sat on the nightstand beside Santana. The other two were placed on the other side. Jake put three cups on each side.
"Hurry it up Finn, we have four seasons to watch," Puck said jumping on the bed.
Santana rolled her eyes. "We're not watching all four seasons this weekend Puck," Santana reminded him. "There's no rush."
"But—"
Rachel cut him off. "We will still watch it Noah. Relax."
"Play it Finn," Puck commanded.
"Dude chill," Jake said, whacking his arm.
"Hold up," Santana said climbing out of the bed. She shut her bedroom door and turned the lights off. As soon as she was settled Finn hit play.
They had just gotten to the part where Michael Scofield fired his gun in the bank when the bedroom door opened and the light flicked on.
Finn reached for the remote to pause the TV. "No, don't pause it," Maribel said. Finn dropped the remote. Maribel did her best to not disturb the group. Maribel handed Finn the bowl of pizza rolls. She slipped out of the room shutting off the light and closing the door as she went.
Halfway through the third episode Carole and the Puckerman men went upstairs to say goodbye to their children. When they got to Santana's room they found all six kids fast asleep. Quinn and Rachel were using Finn as a pillow. Jake and Santana were leaning against Rachel and Quinn. Puck was hugging a bowl of chips, much to the adult's amusement.
Carole, Leroy and Hiram cleaned up the mess, it took some work to pry the bowl of chips from Puck's hands, turned off the TV, and covered the six with blankets. Carole and Leroy went to leave the room but Hiram stopped them. He pulled his cell phone out and snapped a photo of the group.
"I want a copy of that," Carole said as they walked downstairs.
"Copy of what?" Eduardo asked. Hiram showed Eduardo the photo. "I want a copy too."
"Sure," Hiram agreed.
Leroy yawned. "We're going to head home."
Eduardo hugged the three and they left the house. Eduardo did a quick check of the house, including checking in on the kids, before heading off to bed.
Rachel and Jake were the first to awaken. Rachel glanced at her elder brother and rolled her eyes. The self-proclaimed stud had his mouth hanging open and was snoring.
Jake nudged Rachel and tilted his head toward the others. Sometime during the night positions were shifted and Finn and Santana were sleeping on Quinn. Quinn was leaning against Santana, her cheek resting on top of Santana's head.
"She looks so peaceful," Rachel whispered.
Jake glanced at Santana. Rachel was right. She did look peaceful. "She does."
"Do you ever think about what happened?" Rachel asked.
"Rach—" Jake began.
"I'm serious Jake," Rachel interrupted. "It could have happened to any of us. It still can. Do you ever think about it?"
"All the time Rach," Jake said honestly. "Whenever someone starts talking to one of us I wonder if they're just using us to get to our family."
Rachel looked at Quinn. "What do you think about her?"
"She's different than I expected," Jake admitted. "Honestly, I think she's different than we all expected."
"She's nothing like Judy Fabray," Rachel commented. "We expected her to be just like Judy. But here she is hanging out with us." Rachel glanced at Quinn again. "Sleeping with Finn and Santana."
Jake chuckled. "Are you jealous?" Rachel turned to her brother. "Don't give me that look Rach. I know you love Finn. I think the only one that doesn't know is Finn himself, and Quinn since she's new. Are you worried he might like Quinn?"
Rachel shrugged. "A little," she confessed. "But if they want to be together I won't get in the way. I just want him to be happy. Even if it isn't with me."
"Will you two quit whispering," Santana grumbled.
Jake and Rachel looked at Santana and found while she was somewhat awake, she had no desire to move from her position on Quinn. In fact it looked like she was shifting closer to Quinn.
The siblings closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep.
It was around 11am when everyone was fully awake. The group stumbled downstairs. Rachel and Quinn were the sorest out of the group of friends and were struggling down the stairs. Quinn was even sorer because of her fitness test.
"Morning," Maribel greeted. "I was wondering when you would pull yourselves out of bed. There are homemade cinnamon rolls in the oven if you're hungry." Santana watched Rachel and Quinn wince as they sat at the counter. Santana went to the bathroom to get them some pain killers. She dropped two pills in front of each of them.
"Thanks," they both said.
Jake got some plates out and served a large cinnamon roll for each of them. "Orange juice or milk?" Finn asked.
Jake requested milk but the rest picked orange juice. Rachel and Quinn down the pills before digging into their food.
"This is so good," Quinn praised.
Maribel beamed. "I'm glad you like it Quinn. Do I need to make some more food?" She looked mainly at Finn and Puck.
"Yes," Puck mumbled through a mouthful of food.
"Noah, that is disgusting," Rachel scolded.
Maribel shook her head. The two siblings had the same argument since they were kids. She was certain Noah talked with his mouth full of food just to annoy Rachel. "Any requests?" Maribel asked Quinn.
"Waffles," Puck shouted, spraying food on Rachel.
Rachel whacked his arm and used a napkin to clean herself off. "Yes I know what you love," Maribel said fondly. "I was speaking to Quinn. Is there anything in particular you like?"
"Bacon," Quinn replied hesitantly.
Maribel nodded. "Let's see scrambled eggs, bacon and waffles. Does that sound good?"
Six voices replied, "Yes."
Maribel glanced at the kids, all sitting at the counter, the girls were still munching on their cinnamon rolls while the boys were sitting there and waiting. "Why don't you go upstairs and I'll call you when it's done?" Maribel suggested.
Quinn, Rachel and Santana took their plates and glasses of orange juice upstairs while the boys dumped theirs into the sink, along with the empty cups.
Santana glared at Puck when he jumped on her bed. "So what are we going to do?" Puck asked, ignoring the glare.
Quinn sat her plate on Santana's desk. "I need to get started on my homework," Quinn said. She hated to be a killjoy but she had so much work to do and needed to get at least one assignment done while she was here.
"We can do that," Santana agreed. "The guys can play."
"You and Rachel can play. I can do homework alone," Quinn told her.
"It's fine Quinn," Santana assured her. "It's not much of a fun weekend if you're stuck doing homework alone. Besides Rach and I have homework too. We might as well do it together."
"Can we go to the balcony again?" Quinn asked hopeful. She really enjoyed the balcony. It was incredibly peaceful.
"Sure," Santana said.
The girls grabbed their books, assignments, food and drinks and headed outside. Books, papers and food were dumped onto the table. Rachel, Santana and Quinn grabbed chairs and pulled them up to the table. Santana studied Quinn. She saw Quinn's face light up as soon as they got outside.
"You really like it out here, don't you?" Santana asked.
Quinn looked at Santana. "Yeah I do. It's so peaceful and it kind of reminds of home."
"Did you like living in the city?" Rachel questioned eagerly.
"I love the city," Quinn confessed. "But I also enjoy the peace and quiet here."
Quinn looked at the overwhelming stack of work, granted not all of it was hers. "What should we do first?" Santana asked, sorting through her books and homework.
Santana tossed aside her Spanish work. Quinn copied her. She had no time limit to get her make-up work done so she could deal with later. "Should we get ideas for our history paper?" Rachel asked.
Quinn looked at the mountain of math homework. Working on the history paper was a good idea but Quinn was sure math would take more time. "Would you rather work on math?" Santana asked.
"I probably should. It will take me the most time," Quinn admitted.
"Do you mind?" Rachel gesturing to the lists of assignments on top of the stack.
"Go ahead," Quinn said pushing the pages toward her. She snatched the make-up test from the stack.
"Are you going to start with the test?" Rachel asked glancing at the list of assignments. She mentally winced. This was quite a bit of work and it was only one class.
Quinn scanned the test. "Actually I think I can do this on my own, or at least most of it."
"Okay," Rachel said. "In that case I'll work on my French homework. If you need help let me know."
"I guess I'll start getting a list of possible topics for our essay," Santana decided.
The three girls got to work on their designated tasks. The first half of the test Quinn was taking was rather easy. It was stuff she had gone over many times at her old school. The second half was a lot more difficult and took some time. The last three questions she had no idea how to approach.
"Rach?" Quinn said getting Rachel's attention. Rachel stuck her homework inside the book and closed it. "I could use some help with these last three."
Rachel spent the next several minutes explaining to Quinn how to do the problems. Quinn scribbled the steps for the problems onto a clean sheet of paper so she could go over them later. She then marked the correct answers on the test. "Did you get it?" Rachel asked, wanting to make sure Quinn understood her.
"Yes, thanks a lot Rach," Quinn said gratefully.
Quinn sat aside the test and grabbed her textbook so she could get started on the first of her math assignments. Quinn had only managed to get through two problems when Puck banged on the glass.
The three girls looked up and Puck waved at them. "Mami must have finished cooking," Santana said standing up.
"Should we leave this all out?" Quinn asked standing.
Santana rearranged the books so all the loose papers were covered. That way nothing would blow away. "Should be fine."
They gathered their empty plates and cups, as well as Santana and Quinn's Spanish work and headed inside. "Breakfast is ready," Puck told them when they walked inside.
Quinn tucked her Spanish work in her backpack and followed the others out of the room. They went to the kitchen first, to drop off their dishes and then to the dining room where food was piled onto the table. Maribel always made enough to feed an army. Between the three teenage boys it was probably a good thing.
"Come, sit, eat," Maribel said. Quinn was standing in the doorway while the other five were seated at the table. Quinn sat down in between Santana and Jake. "Go on, dig in. There's plenty of food and if you're still hungry I can make more."
Jake passed Quinn the plate full of eggs. Quinn scooped some on her plate and passed it to Santana. The bacon and waffles were passed around and soon all six plates were loaded with food. "Should we have saved some for your parents?" Quinn whispered to Santana.
"Don't worry about it Quinn," Santana told her. "Mami sets aside food for them before she cooks for the five of us. She knows there wouldn't be any food left."
Quinn felt less guilty about the mountain of food on her plate. Santana offered her the tabasco sauce for her eggs. Quinn shrugged and took the bottle. She poured some on her eggs and passed it over to Jake. The six friends dug into their food.
"How's the homework coming along?" Finn asked.
"I finished my makeup test," Quinn told him. "Working on the first of the math assignments. I think I'll just do one and then work on some of the other stuff."
"I have a list of some topics for our history paper," Santana announced. "We can choose from them and get started on it."
"It's due Monday. It might be best to get it mostly done today," Rachel agreed. "Or at least get an outline done."
"Sure," Quinn said pouring some maple syrup onto her waffles. "I have to start on the other history assignments too. I have to turn one in on Monday."
"One of the essays should be pretty easy," Santana said. "We had to write about one event in the early 1900s. It's a two page essay like the one we have to do now but it wasn't hard. You could probably get it done tomorrow."
"I have a list of topics on my computer," Rachel inputted. "I can ask Daddy to bring my laptop and you can look at the list. It will save you some time."
"That would be great Rachel, thanks."
"You three are such buzzkills," Puck said shaking his head. "It's the weekend. We're supposed to have fun, not do homework."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Grades are very important Noah."
"Sure they are Rach," Noah agreed. "But it doesn't mean we can't have fun. We have plenty of time to do homework."
"Says the guy that does his homework ten minutes before class," Finn laughed. "I'm all for having fun but I'm with the girls. I would rather get it done ahead of time then stressing about it right before class starts."
Noah shrugged. His system worked well for him. He got good grades regardless of when he did his homework and that was all that mattered to his family.
They finished eating and helped clean up the table. "Do you need help with the dishes?" Quinn asked Maribel.
Maribel shook her head. "It's fine dear. Go on upstairs with the others." Quinn still didn't like the idea of leaving Maribel to clean up the kitchen alone but she followed her friends upstairs.
Quinn, Rachel and Santana headed back to the balcony to get some more homework done while the boys went back to their game. "I say we get some of our essay done and then we go play for a bit," Santana decided.
"Agreed," Rachel and Quinn said.
Santana passed them the list of topics she had created. "I think I'll do the Selective Services Act of 1917," Quinn said before passing it to Rachel.
"I'll do the Treaty of Versailles," Rachel decided.
"Guess I'll do Wilson's fourteen point plan," Santana said after scanning the list one last time.
Santana flipped through her history textbook and started making notes. Quinn and Rachel did the same thing for their own topics. They would use the computer later to get their sources and more details.
All three girls had an outline in less than thirty minutes. When they finished they pushed aside the papers and headed back into Santana's bedroom.
"Die you Nazi bastard," Puck yelled pounding on the controller.
Quinn stared at the TV screen. "They're playing Call of Duty: Zombies," Rachel explained after seeing the confused and slightly scared look on Quinn's face. "The zombies are Nazi soldiers."
Puck paused the game and looked up. "Are you guys do with homework?"
"For now," Santana answered.
"Awesome. I need to teach Q the wonderful world of Super Mario," Puck exclaimed.
"Dude we are in the middle of a game," Jake said waving his controller around.
"Alright. Let's hurry this up then." Puck unpaused the game and they rushed to finish up. Rachel, Quinn and Santana climbed on the bed.
Every few minutes Santana would catch Quinn staring at the slider. "Stop stressing," Santana whispered. "You'll get your work done even if we have to do it for you." Quinn stared at Santana. "That was a joke Q. But still, you'll get it done. We still have tomorrow."
Ten minutes later Puck and Jake lost the game on round 15. "You suck bro," Finn laughed.
Puck glared at him. "I'm still better than you Finn."
Finn rolled his eyes as Puck got off the bed. "Sure Puckerman."
Puck turned off the Xbox and switched to the Wii. Puck returned to the bed with four controllers. He passed one to Quinn, Rachel and Finn. Santana would sit out so she could help Quinn. Quinn stared at the controller. "What the hell is this?"
"The controller," Santana laughed. "Don't worry I'll help you figure it out." Puck set the game up while Santana explained the controls. "Turn it sideways." Quinn turned it upside down. Santana put her hands over Quinn's. "This way." Santana turned the controller the proper way. Santana's hands rested on top of Quinn's.
"Okay. Now how do I do this?" Quinn asked.
Santana removed her hands from Quinn's. "Alright. The A button is to jump. The B button is for running if you press and hold it and attacking when you get upgrades. I'll show you then. This is for moving." Santana pointed out the control pad on the left side.
"We ready?" Puck asked.
"Yeah, start it," Santana told him.
The game started and Puck, Finn and Rachel rushed off. Santana whispered directions into Quinn's ear. It didn't take long for the blonde to get the hang of the game. Occasionally Santana would have to explain something to Quinn but for the most part she was fine on her own.
After an hour and many levels they decided to quit the game and move onto something else. It was Finn's turn to pick the next game. "So what did you think?" Puck asked eagerly.
"It was fun," Quinn admitted.
"Better than Halo?" Puck pressed.
Quinn bit her lip. "Sorry Puck but I think I like Halo more," she answered. "I actually enjoy shooting people, or things."
"No," Puck moaned in disappointment. The others laughed.
"In that case, it's Halo time," Finn declared.
He handed the controllers to Jake and Santana. Rachel excused herself to go work on her essay. Quinn knew she should be working on her homework but she was too comfortable to move. She had her head resting on Santana's shoulder.
The game loaded and Jake and Santana logged into their accounts. "We still need to make you an account," Santana said thoughtfully.
Quinn shrugged against Santana's shoulder. "There's no rush. I can only play here anyway."
"Well you're going to be here a lot so it will be good to get you set up," Santana said. "Especially when we go to the Puckerman house."
Quinn watched Jake and Santana play Halo. It was a lot more interesting then when she played. They moved a lot faster. Quinn would occasionally ask questions about what they were doing and Finn would answer them for her. Santana and Jake were too focus on their game and unable to answer.
At some point during the game Quinn fell asleep in Santana's lap. Finn glanced over at Quinn. She had been quiet for more than five minutes. "Is she asleep?" Finn asked Santana.
Santana looked down. She hadn't even realized Quinn had her head in her lap now. "Guess so. She probably wore herself out worrying about all her homework." Santana caught Finn and Jake staring at her. "What?" she snapped.
"You look rather comfortable," Finn noted. "And so does she."
"Your point Finn?"
"Nothing," Finn said.
Santana paused the game. "Whatever it is you're thinking you need to stop," Santana said.
"I'm not thinking anything," Finn defended.
"She's my friend. I like being around her, nothing more," Santana said firmly. "Nothing more," she repeated to herself.