HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS GOOD! Is that a Hold My Hand update? It is! OH CRAP! This can't be, but it is... whoa.
A/N: Hey guys, I know, I suck. It's been over two months since I last updated this story, but I promise I have not forgotten it. It is my first fanfic after all. Things just got crazy with rehearsals and then the actual show was going on then I had to play catch up with grades and just UGH! But then on top of all of that I had writers block and with those few times I did't have it my mind was in Pezberry world. Anywho here you guys go chapter 8
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and it's very sad. I should probably see about getting that changed.
"Lopez," a tall red head jogged over to Santana with a paper in hand.
"What's up Chuck," Santana turned from Puck where they were talking about a tactic for an upcoming search.
"Someone just tried to get a hold of your file?" Chuck answered running his hand through his short curly locks. "A Quinn Fabray, Lucy Quinn Fabray actually." Santana swallowed hard at the name, she truly did not have time for this. "She's a lawyer-"
"I know who she is Chuck," the Latina ground out. "Did she get ahold of it?"
"No," Chuck shook his head.
"Then this is something that can be taken care of at a later date. Go get the rest of the team so we can get this show on the road."
"Yes ma'am." The curly haired Marshal ran off to where the rest of their team was, leaving Santana to continue going over their plans.
"Are you going to tell me what the hell that was about?" Puck asked when he realized Santana wasn't going to say anything about it. "If I recall, Fabray is the same chick you had me look up two weeks ago for Rachel. What the hell is going on?"
"Nothing. I'm handling it."
"No, San, you can't say nothing and then that you're handling it because then that mean something is wrong. So tell me, is Rachel is trouble." Puck asked.
"No Puck. Rachel is fine. Fabray and I are just having some trouble. I'll take care of it." Santana told her friend who was clearly worried about his little Jew princess.
"What's up boss," Santana was cut off by her approaching team.
"Okay guys, this should be easy. We're just transferring a prisoner. He's well known and has many friends so we need to be on the lookout for anyone who may be trying to grant him early release. "Got it?" The team nodded and Santana proceeded to showing the layout of everything and giving them their positions. It was going to be a long day for the Latina.
Santana smiled to herself when she saw the shaggy blonde hair woman sitting in the bar. It was the fifth one she had checked that night. "Lucy," Santana said taking the seat next to the woman.
Quinn's head immediately snapped up at the name. No one called her by her first name anymore, not ever her mother. "Marshal."
The Latina let out a dry laugh and ordered a beer from the bartender, Luc, Santana had been to this particular bar quite a bit since moving to New York so she was rather acquainted with everyone who worked there. "Thank Luc. So Fabray, I hear you tried pulling my file earlier today." Santana said taking a drink from her glass.
"I was simply repaying the favor since you were sweet enough to look up mine." Quinn's glare never wavered nor did Santana's.
"Yes of course. Tell me Farbray what is you found out about me."
"Nothing other than you being a U.S Marshal. It seems they keep those files very tight. It took a lot of work for Bonnie to find anything on you."
"Hm, well the same can't be said for you Lucy Fabray. You graduate from school early, took over your father's law firm, and righted his wrongs. Your mother is a recovering alcoholic your father is dead, you once had a pregnancy scare with a girl when you were in high school, and you have a penis. You have a habit of sleeping with any girl that so much as speaks and in the wonderful city that never sleeps you're known as a THE playboy lawyer who breaks a lot of hearts due to lack of commitment… Have I missed anything?"
Quinn swallowed hard but worked to keep her face emotionless. "You didn't get all of that from my file."
"You have Bonnie, I have Vanilla. He's very good at what he does, so I'm going to go ahead a cut the bullshit right now Fabray. I'm not your biggest fan and clearly you're not mine." Quinn nodded her agreement. "But for some reason you have captured my best friend's attention, she likes you. A lot. So I suppose I can try with you."
Quinn arched a single perfect eyebrow at the Latina. "Are you giving me your blessing Santana Lopez?"
"Ha," Santana drank more of her beer, "No. But I will tolerate you, to an extent, but allow me to make things very clear Lucy Quinn Fabray if you hurt her I will have the Fabray Law firm shut down for good and you will be stripped from the bar before you have a chance to register what is happening. Do I make myself clear?"
"Please, you couldn't do that no matter how much you wanted to."
"Are you challenging my abilities Fabray?" Santana had her HBIC glare set in place and her head tilt slightly. Quinn wouldn't admit, but she was honestly scared of the Latina that sat in front of her. When Quinn didn't say anything Santana smiled and went back to her beer.
"I really like her you know. I know we've only been on two dates and the way we started was a little unnerving to you, but from the minute I saw Rachel I knew I had to know her, to talk to her. I get why you don't trust me Santana, I really do, but I promise you I have no intension of hurting Rachel."
"That's great Fabray and I hope you can make good on your word otherwise you'll be dealing with an extremely pissed off Latina, and Brittany, Mike, and Rachel can all testify that that is something you do not want to deal with. So I'll go ahead and suggest that if you don't plan on ending this whole sleeping around New York thing that you've got going on then you need to end things with Rachel because she's really not much for sharing." On that note Santana finished her beer and stood to leave only to stop when she felt a hand wrapped around her waist.
"Please don't tell her about my… you know." Quinn's voice, for the first time that night wavered a bit. A sign of vulnerability she knew she shouldn't be showing Santana, but couldn't stop.
"Hm," Santana brows knitted together a bit. "You seemed rather confident about your extra appendage from what I heard."
"Yeah well it doesn't bother you so much when it's just a casual fuck you're dealing with." Quinn admitted.
Santana nodded. She understood that, "I'll make you deal Fabray you keep my being a Marshal quiet and I'll keep your extra appendage quiet."
"Rachel doesn't know you're a Marshal? How do you even keep that quiet when you live with someone?"
"Easy, Rachel thinks I'm still in school. I mostly work local stuff and if I absolutely need to be gone for over a day then I'm visiting family as far as she's concerned."
Quinn nodded choosing not to ask any more questions about Santana's career choice. "Thank you."
"Yeah whatever. By the way don't worry too much about Rachel finding out. She grew up with two gay dads and lived in one of the most close minded towns in the Unites States, your extra parts won't faze her in the slightest. Luc!" the bartender looked up at the Latina with a smile. "This," she pointed at her empty glass. "Is on her tab! Night Fabray."
"Night Lopez."
The next afternoon found Santana and Rachel entering the dance studio Mike and Brittany taught at. There was a group of kids who had just finished up and heading out of the studio. "Hey guys." Santana greeted them.
"You came!" Brittany jumped up and ran to hug her friends.
"Of course we came Britt!" Rachel said hugging her friend back.
"Yeah," Santana agreed. "You asked us to come and we simply couldn't turn down the opportunity to show off our dancing skills."
"Great because we most definitely your twos ballroom skills for this class," Mike said going to hug each of the girls.
It was true Santana and Rachel were quite advanced when it came to ballroom dances; it was a passion that they both shared. It was actually what had brought them together back in high school.
"Wait, if it's ballroom then why am I dressed for hip-hop?" Rachel asked looking specifically at the Latina who had chosen out her clothing. Rachel was in a gray drop crotch sweat pants and a white shirt that cut off just above her belly button and hung off her shoulder the shirt had a picture of a cigarette that said 'it's a metaphor' on the front of it.
"It's a clash of the two Rachie." Brittany explained. "Mike thought it'd be hot and I totally agree."
"Oh. Okay, that makes sense."
"Yeah, you good short stuff?" Santana asked pealing of her jacket revealing that she was in a similar outfit to Rachel except her sweats were black, her shirt pink and said 'some chicks marry chicks' and she was wearing a white tank top underneath her shirt.
"I'm not that short," Rache protested. "When does this class start." As if on cue a bunch of teenagers and young adults started piling in through the door."
"Now," Brittany exclaimed while bouncing over to the front of the studio and started stretching.
Ten minutes later Mike was introducing Santana and Rachel to the group of students. "We all went to school together so I know for a fact that these two can dance. Do you guys want to see a performance?" the group cheered in response, clapping as Santana and Rachel made their way to the middle of the floor.
"Uh, San," Rachel began. "We've never done hip-hop/ballroom together before."
"We'll be fine Rachel. I promise. Just allow me to lead."
Rachel nodded and allowed Santana to take her hand in her own while placing her other on Rachel's back. Rachel raised her hand to Santana's soldier before looking over at Mike and nodding for him to start the music. It started off like any other Tango, smooth elegant, sexual; Rachel's leg was hitched on Santana's hip there was spin and Santana had Rachel pulled close to her a small smile on her lips alerting Rachel that the beat was about to change and they'd be changing paces. A version of Bleeding Love came on that focused in on the drumming beat sending the girl into a different atmosphere. The song picked up at the bridge and their bodies popped with each beat. Rachel through herself on to Santana as she turned to leave causing Santana to grab hold of her arm and spin her so that her back was resting against her front. They moved with each other throughout the circle the dancers had created for them. Ba ba boom. They stopped their movements, Santana's hand resting on Rachel's chest. With the beat Rachel raised and dropped her chest, Santana's hand following the movement so that it looked like she was controlling it. You cut me open and IIIIIIII Santana hung her head against Rachel's shoulder and the smaller of the two to jumped and turned around wrapping her arms around the Latina's neck while she spun her around and slowly while dancing placing her back on her feet where they transitioned into the ending of a traditional tango.
The dancers cheered for the two and Rachel jumped on to her best friend in victory. "You're the greatest San."
"Yeah I know." The Latina teased before kissing the diva's cheek and setting her down.
That's when Rachel's eyes locked on to a familiar pair of hazel ones. She pushed through the students until she was standing in front of the woman she had been thinking about all day. "Hi," and suddenly the usually loud diva was quiet and timid.
"Hi…" Quinn debated for a second before leaning down and pressing a kiss to Rache's cheek. Both girls flushed at the action. "You looked amazing out there."
"Thank you. A lot of the credit goes to Santana though. She's the one who lead me in dance she came up with."
"Wow, Rachel Berry giving up credit to someone else. Three years ago this would not have been the case." Mike tease as he and Santana approached the two.
"Very true." Santana agreed. "Hey Fabray."
"Hi Santana."
Rachel watched at the two girls exchanged hellos with wide eyes. Their greeting towards each other was so… civil "Um, did I miss something?" the shortest girl asked.
"No," Quinn said a little confused by her girlfr… Rachel's question.
"Oh. Okay." Rachel nodded while trying to figure things out in her head. "I'm going to go help Brittany." Rachel pointed back at the blonde who was talking to a group of dancers and ran off.
"Did she just have a Brittany moment?" Quinn asked.
"Nah. She just decided not to ask why I acknowledged your existence." Santana explained.
Mike chose this moment to go ahead and ask the obvious question. "What are you doing here Quinn?"
"Well I thought I'd come see you and Brittany in action. You know just to make sure you were still good enough to have your own studio." Quinn teased the tall boy.
"Of course well you're more than welcome to stay even jump in if you want. We all know you can dance." Mike continued the light banter.
Quinn laughed, "Maybe another time Mike-" Quinn was cut off when she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. "One sec… hello… yeah… alright stay there. I'm turning around so I can go with you. Bye." Quinn turned to face the two dancers again. "I have to go. Work emergency."
"Everything okay?" Mike asked.
"I don't know. I hope so. I should go though."
"Yeah okay. We'll see you later. Come on San." Santana nodded and followed the Asian boy back over to the other dancers.
When Rachel saw her friends leaving Quinn's side she hurried over to the blonde who was waving her over. "Hey."
"Hi. Look I um I have to go take care of some work stuff, but I was thinking maybe" Quinn palmed the back of her neck in that cute way that Rachel loved "we could do a later dinner tonight or maybe we can skip dinner and just grab some desert…" Quinn's eyes widened when she realized how that sounded. "I mean actual desert. Not like you know because we just started dating and everything. Or we can do dinner if you want I just really want to see you Rachel."
Rachel smiled and nodded. "I know what you meant Quinn, and I really want to see you too. Why don't you just call me when you're free and we can decide what we're doing then."
"Yeah, okay" Quinn agreed. "I'll see you later then?"
"Definitely." Rachel smiled softly and Quinn couldn't resist leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the girl's lips before jogging out and heading back over to her office.
Hope that made up for my not updating in a long time. I'm not sure what's going to happen in the next chapter. It might be the date or maybe we'll fast forward in time and have Rachel wandering why their not official yet. Well as you guys know especially if you follow my other stories (which you should) reviews help me write faster which means faster updates. So yeeeaaaahhhh take that as you will.
Did you guys like what I did with Santana and Quinn there?