"But if I ever let you down, if I ever let you down...Forgive me, forgive me, now. Would it kill you to forgive me? This is a new love."
"Why are you happy?"
Quinn rolled her eyes at the question. Was she not allowed to smile a bit sometimes? If she didn't, then surely Beth would develop the same habit and then Quinn'd never get her out of the house because no omega would want to invite Beth into theirs.
Brittany squinted as she examined Quinn. There was something different about her best friend. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
"Did you finally get laid?" Brittany asked as if she was just casually discussing the weather.
"No. Hey, Wait. What do you mean finally? I get laid constantly." Quinn tried to keep her tell off her face. Every time she lied her nose scrunched up as Brittany and maybe even an ex-girlfriend pointed out to her.
"I bet it's cobwebs down there. Do you even still know how to use it?" Brittany chuckled to herself, only to let out a low grunt when Beth jumps onto her stomach, "What do you feed this kid? Cinderblocks?"
Quinn ignored her and went about messing with her camera equipment. She checked the battery on her Canon and stomped her feet petulantly, "Beth, continue to jump on Britt while I go charge this. I'm sure I've heard Aunt Marley screaming about how much she loves bouncing on Aunt Britt Britt."
Beth immediately does what she's told.
"Why! Do! You! Hate! Me!"
Quinn just cackled as she left the room.
She returned only a few minutes later with a new battery and a triumphant smile on her face.
The smile is soon replaced with a confused frown.
There she is. The person she had been getting all this ready for. She thought she had enough time to get Brittany far, far away from here before she came. She hadn't even heard a knock.
They're laughing together, Quinn can't even see Santana from her vantage point because she's being practically being engulfed by Brittany.
And Quinn's not jealous. Persay. Not really. Britt's been mated to Marley for just about forever. But. But, she's annoyed. Mildly. It's a principle thing.
There was a pause in whatever conversation they were having and Santana stood on her tiptoes to peer over Brittany's shoulder.
"Hi, Q. Brittany was just telling me about the time you got Beth's hand stuck to your face."
Quinn wondered how long it would take for Brittany to spontaneously combust if she just kept glaring at her.
"Yeah, it's a shame it's time for her to go. I'm sure she has plenty more wonderful stories like that." Quinn insisted, all but shoving Brittany out the door.
"Marley's at work. I have nothing else to do. I can stay." Brittany shrugged as Quinn pushed at her shoulder. Brittany just watched her do it.
"Yes you do. You and Beth are having a Godmother and Goddaughter bonding day. Remember?"
Brittany raised an eyebrow, "I didn't ask to be your spawn's Godmother."
"No, you're right. You begged." Brittany continued to stare blankly.
Quinn huffed and pulled out her phone. She typed on it furiously. A few seconds later Brittany pulled her phone out and looked at it.
The One With The Kid: You want me to get laid? I can't do that if both of you are still here.
She nodded once before quietly and promptly grabbing Beth like a purse and walking out the door.
Quinn breathed a sigh of relief, "Sorry about that. She's absolutely bat shit."
"Somehow, I don't believe that, but it's okay. It probably would have been boring for her to just watch me interview you all day." Santana suggested.
Quinn shrugged, "You'd be surprised what Brittany finds entertaining. Her favorite passtime is witnessing the misfortune of others."
"Your jealousy is cute, but unwarranted. She just wanted to embarrass you."
Quinn sputtered, "I-I am not jealous of Brittany." Her cheeks were tinged pink, she's sure of it.
"It's ok. You have nothing to worry about."
At least not with Brittany.
Quinn took a breath. She gestured to her filming setup, "Ready when you are. Thanks for letting me film this, by the way. I needed a video for this week, I've been super busy with staring at the wall lately."
"No problem. Thanks for letting me interview you in the first place. My professor almost had a conniption when I told her I met you. Then she offered me this extra-credit, and I'm a glutton for a great grade." Santana hurriedly flipped through a slightly worn orange composition notebook.
Quinn watched the delighted sense of calm Santana procured as she slowly leaned into her studies. The look somehow made Santana even more attractive.
Quinn cleared her throat slightly as she realized she was staring. She blinked and finally spoke, "I'm glad I could help."
Santana smiled that much wider and Quinn might be having a heart attack.
Quinn got through the interview without embarrassing herself too much. Or at least Santana hadn't ran out of the apartment screaming bloody murder during the exchange, so she assumed she didn't embarrass herself too much.
Santana assured her that her answers had been satisfactory and would do great for her assignment. Quinn had assured Santana that she was very photogenic, and her audience would love her.
When they're all done, and Quinn had put her away all her equipment, Santana doesn't immediately leave, and suddenly Quinn has the urge to clarify some things.
"We both know this wasn't a date, right?" The hand on her gripped and flexed against her own skin, while Santana stared at her.
And Quinn, for the life of her, couldn't get a read on this woman.
"I think we do. Though, that begs the question what would be a date?" The corner of Santana's mouth quirked up in a sort of half smirk.
Quinn licked her lips.
"I can text Brittany to stay out a bit longer if you want to stay. I can make us a late lunch. I've been told I cook up a pretty mean BLT sandwich." Quinn's only joking slightly.
"I'd love to stay." Santana smiled softly, her dark eyes twinkling a bit in the process.
Quinn really does have a heart attack this time.
Rachel frowned at the knock on the door of her office.
She had told Tina not to let anyone through. Unless it was a firefighter rushing in to carry her from the burning building.
She didn't smell any smoke. But she did smell Chanel no 5. And that's worse.
Sure enough, before Rachel could say 'Come in', the door opened. The absolute last person she wanted to see waltzed in, with a harried Tina behind her.
"Sorry, Boss. She just walked right pass me."
Rachel dismissed her with a soft nod.
The door shut behind Tina and Rachel sighed.
"What are you doing here, Kitty?"
"We need to talk."
"About what?"
"Us."
Rachel only sighed again.
It wasn't until Brittany came back with her toddler slung precariously under one arm, that Quinn registered the kiss on the cheek that Santana had left her with, and subsequently, how it made her feel.
Brittany dumped Beth into her "Jail Cell". It only took about five seconds for the child to fall fast asleep.
When she walked back into the room Quinn gripped onto her biceps like she trying to prevent herself from fainting.
Brittany blinked incredulously, "Can I help you?"
"She kissed me."
"I'm not seeing a problem here."
"She kissed me. On the cheek. And I wanted to turn her around and yank her back into the apartment. All because of one stupid kiss on the cheek. Do you know what that means?"
"You really, really need to get laid?"
Quinn groaned and started to shake Brittany a bit, "Noooooo. It means I like her."
"You are so dense."
"It means I like like her. And that's not good."
Brittany ripped her arms away from the shorter woman.
"And why not?"
"Because she's her and I'm me. I don't stand a chance."
Brittany frowned, "Who the hell gave you that idea? She'd be lucky to have you as her alpha." Brittany poked Quinn in the chest firmly.
Quinn shook her head, "You know what? Forget I said anything. I'm just being stupid." She sat down heavily on the sofa.
"Q-tip-"
"I said forget it, Britt."
Brittany rolled her eyes. She stood there for a mintute, waiting for Quinn to say something. When she didn't, Brittany huffed and trudged out the front door.