Ch. 2: The Locker Room
Quinn has been pacing in the Cheerios locker room for the past ten minutes now, waiting for Rachel, who seems to be taking her sweet ass time to get there. As soon as the door opens, Quinn grabs the wrist of the girl entering, not realizing whose body it was attached to. Santana clears her throat, causing Quinn to whip around to scold Rachel, but instead starts to turn almost as red as her Cheerios uniform once she realizes that it's Santana's wrist she's grasping tightly.
"I-I, uh, I thought you were Rachel. She's supposed to be meeting me here," stammers Quinn, becoming mortified when she realizes she's still gripping Santana's hand, which she then drops quickly, much to the disappointment of both girls. "What are you doing here? You know this is the Cheerios locker room, right?" she recovers smoothly, once she puts her HBIC façade on.
Santana absentmindedly reaches to touch her wrist that Quinn just let go, and casually replies "Coach Sue sent a note to Coach Holliday, asking for me to report down here for some reason. I don't know why, but it's probably 'cause I'm such a bad ass. And, I could totally rock those little skirts you guys wear. So, that's two points for why she wants me."
Quinn nods he agreement with Santana's statements because, let's face it, even Celibacy club Quinn Fabray knows that Santana Lopez could get anyone she wants. "…damn, those caramel legs…" Quinn murmurs as she attempts to listen to and process what Santana continues to say.
"'Damn those caramel legs,' huh, Quinn?" Santana laughs, sticking a leg out in front of Quinn. "These ones?" Quinn can't help but to blush profusely, both at Santana hearing what she said and Santana's boldness. "Wanky, blondie, wanky," and with that, Santana struts past a blushing Quinn towards Coach Sue's office. As she does so, she can't help but to smile and think that her prayer for a good year has been answered.
Quinn, still standing in the same place Santana left her, doesn't realize that there is someone else with her until she hears Rachel's voice and the snapping of her fingers in front of Quinn's face.
Happy that she finally got Quinn's attention, Rachel beings to launch into why Quinn decided to pull her out of class instead of just waiting for lunch, or texting, like a normal person. "I mean, Quinn, I know this is our senior year and all, but I can't have 'Skips classes' put on my official school record. And what if Coach found out? She'd probably make me do suicides all practice until my nose fell off! Because we all know how much she hates my nose. I swear, she purposely made that jock throw that football – "
"Rachel," Quinn hisses, tired of having to listen to her friend go on about something trivial when there were much more important things at stake. "I need to tell you something, but I need you to keep it a secret. Can you do that? And by secret, I mean not even Kurt and Mercedes can know. If you can promise that, then I can tell you." Quinn waits for Rachel to reply and it thankful when she sees Rachel nod her head in compliance. Finally, she can have someone else to know what is going on with her. Quinn sits down with an audible sigh and pats the bench next to her. "You're going to need to sit for this one, Rach." Rachel acquiesces and sits once again nodding, this time waiting for Quinn to continue. Quinn clears her throat, much like how Santana did a few minutes earlier.
"I'm pregnant, Rachel. And Puck's the father."
"Puck's the father?" Rachel quietly asks. Quinn nods her head, years brimming in her eyes. "But, I don't get it. When did this happen? Does he know? Does Judy know? Wait, what are you going to do with the baby? I can get you a list of places we can go to, to see what your options are…" With that, Rachel takes Quinn's hand to softly run circles on it. "I'm sorry, Quinn. What was I thinking? My first question should have been how you're doing, not everything else I asked, though we should talk about the other things as well too, because they're just as important."
"I, uh, well. This isn't my ideal way of starting off my senior year of high school," Quinn says with a sigh. "But, I already know that I can't give this baby up. It's a part of me and I'm going to love him or her the best I can. As for everything else, I guess I'll leave it up to Puck and Judy as to how they want to be in this baby's life. And yes, Rachel, I know that you like Puck, so it's okay to be mad at me for this. It's not excuse, but we were both shaken up over Finn's death still and we were bonding and one thing led to another and now this. It was a mistake that day, and he's my baby daddy, but I don't love him that way. Hell, I really don't even like that guys that way!"
Rachel's eyes go wide at the end of Quinn's speech, especially since she's always had a feeling that Quinn liked girls. "I knew it!" Rachel exclaim, causing Quinn to quickly clamp her hand over the petite diva's mouth.
"Shut. Up." Quinn hisses. "I'm about two months pregnant. I can't have people finding that out and that I might be gay as well! I mean, there's only really one girl…"
"Yes? One girl what, Quinn? Tell me, tell me, tell me! Who is it? Do you loooove her? Do you wanna daaaate her? Do you wanna have Sapphic experiences wi—unmph. Quinn. What was that for?"
"That was to get you to stop where you were heading before I did something more drastic to you. I might be pregnant, but don't forget who's on top of the pyramid here. Now, as for your questions, all I'm going to tell you is that you at least know of her through some of the circles we run in. But that's all I'm going to tell you because this baby takes precedence over whatever I hope to accomplish in my life – both now and in the future."
Rachel nods her head in agreement that the baby is now top priority. "Well, since you're obviously not going to tell me who it is, can I at least be the baby's godmother?"
"Yes, Rach. You can be the baby's godmother. And NO! I'm not going to name the baby Barbara or Rachel or Fanny or whatever other Broadway names you come up with. I'm not trying to have my child be made fun of and forever remain a virgin for the rest of their life!"
"Man, Quinn. You're no fun!" Rachel says with a huff. "But, if that's the way it's going to be –"
"It is," Quinn interjects.
Rachel continues on, like Quinn hadn't stopped her, saying "I'm at least reserving the right to take her to Broadway. Someone's going to need to, especially if she has to listen to your music all the time. Not that there's anything wrong with your choice of music," Rachel quickly backtracks when she sees Quinn arch her eyebrows in her HBIC way. "But I still think she should have some variety. Or he. We don't even know what you're having yet."
"God, Rachel. At least I know who to bring my baby to if I need to get them to sleep," Quinn chuckles. The sounding of the bell causes both girls to jump, due to them losing track of the time over Quinn's news. Rachel goes to speak, but Quinn quickly stops her. "Whatever it is you're about say, if it's about what I just told you, then ask me later once we're off school grounds. I don't want anyone to find out until I'm ready for them to find out. On both accounts. Now hurry up and get to your next class or else I'm going to have to listen to you complain about how I ruined your perfect attendance record." And with that, Quinn gets off the bench, dragging Rachel to the door, pushing her through before going back to sit on the bench herself to ponder the things Rachel brought up during their talk.
"Shouldn't you be in class or something?" A voice from behind startles Quinn, breaking her out of her reverie. Quinn quickly turns around, coming face to face with the face that's been beginning to make her question her sexuality.
"Santana," Quinn drawls out, which to Santana's ears sounds utterly seductive. "I could be asking you the same thing. Because, once again, you're in the Cheerios locker room when you're clearly not a Cheerio. Care to explain?" Quinn inwardly groans at how condescendingly HBIC she sounds, but she can't help it, especially since she doesn't know whether or not Santana has heard any of the her conversation with Rachel. Any part would be bad, but for Santana to hear everything? That would be detrimental to Quinn's hierarchical position, especially for when she has this baby, she's going to need to stay on top for as long as possible.
Santana, for her credit, just shakes her head at the ice queen front Quinn puts on. "I told ya, Q. Coach Sue wanted me to see her and cutting through the Cheerios locker room was the quickest way for me to get there." Quinn opens her mouth to acknowledge Santana's point, but before she can do so, Santana continues on, saying "And besides, never know whose long legs I might be able to catch a glimpse of as they shimmy out of those ridiculously short skirts. I mean, hey, I wouldn't be opposed if I had accidentally seen yours."
Once again, Quinn falters to think of something to say back to Santana that would put her in her place and show her who the boss is since this is the Cheerios locker room, but all she can think of is how a bold, flirty Santana makes her heart beat faster and her stomach flutter. If it was anyone else saying this to her, she'd have given them one of her patented slaps by now. As the silence drags on, although not uncomfortable because both girls are lost in their own thoughts, the warning bell rings, causing the silence to be broken.
Santana, sort of shocked by her own forwardness towards Quinn, clears her throat. "Well, you can have the locker room to yourself now. I think I'll head on over to class; gotsta get in my 'make fun of Schue' time, ya know? I swear, those vests are hideous! And he can't even teach a lick of Spanish! Anyways, have fun hanging out here, Q," Santana says as she makes her way towards the door. "And, for what it's worth, I do think of you as someone more than just a hot piece of ass. I know other people have only liked you for that or your status, but I see past that icy persona you front. And I didn't come in until Rachel was long gone, in case you were wondering if I heard anything."
Santana has the door handle in her grasp, pulling the door open as Quinn asks "How did you know that Rachel was here?"
"I might be a jock and best friends with Puck, but I'm not dumb," Santana snorts. "Why else would you have grasped my wrist when I came in without waiting for her to talk unless it was something important that you had to say? I mean, it ain't no secret that this place is sound proof because of all those crazy missions Coach Sue says she does. But anyways, I'm not going to ask you what it was about 'cause that ain't my style. If you need someone else to talk to though – it can be about anything – then I'm your girls."
"Wow. Thank you, Santana," Quinn murmurs after processing what Santana said. "Thank you."
Santana chuckles. "You've already said that. But okay, I gotta get to class now. And so do you. So, maybe I'll see you around? Like at Puck's party on Saturday after my game. Or school or something. Yeah. Okay, 'bye!" And with that, Santana quickly turns around and walks out of the locker room, leaving Quinn once again alone. But this time, instead of worrying about the future – both the very near future and the distant future – Quinn gathers her items before leaving the locker room with a smile, thinking that maybe things happen for a reason.
A/N: Hey my lovely readers! Thanks for taking the time to read my first multichapter fanfic. For those of you who usually read my stuff, I bet you're wondering where the smut is. Am I right? Lol well, don't worry. Smut will happen eventually (I can't help it, it just comes out in my writing), but I wanted to establish the background of the story first before I get to the meat of the prompt that I was given. So stick with me and there'll eventually be smut. Anywho, on to the reviews!
Triple threat: thanks for thinking this was cute. I like making Quinn seem bashful because I think underneath of her ice queen attitude, she really is bashful when not knowing how to act. As for making this story into a g!p fic, I talked to the person who gave me the prompt and she was cool with it, but I decided against it. But, she did give me another idea for like a short two or three shot story that has a g!p character in it. So, stayed tuned for that sometime in the future.
Guest: I'm getting there lol I'm used to writing my oneshots (and other stuff for work and school) in a concise way, so longer chapters are sort of hard for me. Plus, I like to write this all out on paper for my rough draft before typing it and publishing it, so it's taking a bit longer to work on the chapters.
Guest: Sorry that Puck is throwing the party, but if you noticed, it's him and Brittany who are going over the discussion of the party, so she's helping him. I just figured that with the way they portrayed Puck on the show in high school, he'd be the one to throw the big parties and such.
Guest: thanks for liking it so far!
FindingSide: I'm glad you're liking it so far! It would kinda suck if not lol
Fabray-Lopez: ha more is coming! I'm currently working on writing out chapter three as we speak.
CG: thank you for thinking it sounds promising. I couldn't have done it without the prompt I was given.
Guest: thank you. Updates will come whenever I finish writing out and typing up the chapters.
Ayofluff: thank you. And you and me both. I have a loose idea of where the prompt will take us.
Guest: don't worry, this won't be a g!p story. Maybe I'll make one in the future that is g!p, but rest assured this isn't.
Dazed: glad you're liking this so far! And hopefully this update will tide you over til the next one!
Edrop7: Thank you! It's hard going back and forth between the oneshots and here, but I love a challenge. Plus, watching all my one tree hill for research purposes lol
True2YourHeart: thank you! Hopefully you like this chapter as well.
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