Ch. 3: Playing Games
"Puck, pick up your fucking phone before I have to go all Lima Heights Adjacent on your ass! Where the fuck are you? You were supposed to be here to pick me up to take me to my game like twenty minutes ago! Ugh, you Neanderthal. You knew my mom wasn't going to be able to let me use the car today because she's working a 24 hour shift at the hospital. Whatever. You just better hope that I get there before kickoff or else that dead raccoon on your head you call a mowhawk isn't going to live to see tomorrow!" Santana all but screams into her phone as she continues her walk towards the high school. "I swear that man child. What do I even see in him as my lezbro? Times like this make me wonder…"
"Hey!" comes a shout from a silver little eco-friendly car that must of pulled up as Santana was ranting to herself about Puck. Santana whips around to see who is shouting and sees Rachel riding shotgun with Quinn behind the wheel, both dressed in their Cheerios uniforms. "Need a ride? I'm assuming you're heading over to the soccer game since you're dressed in your uniform and everything. Though I can't imagine why you're walking right now. Especially when Puck – "
"Rachel, we get it." Quinn laughs at her friend's rambling. She then turns to Santana. "Get in. You'll never make it in time if you're walking." Santana acquiesces Quinn and starts to open up the back door of the car. "No, you sit up front, stud. It's not every day I have the varsity girls' soccer captain in my car." Rachel quickly tumbles into the back, causing her skirt to lift up, revealing her spankies. Santana, getting in as Rachel moves to the back seat, catches an eyeful of Rachel's spanky-covered ass. Quinn notice, clutches the steering wheel a bit too hard as Santana finishes getting in, and hits the gas as soon as Santana shuts the door.
Rachel and Santana are both caught off guard by the sudden lurch forward. Santana, not exactly a good friend of the blonde's, keeps her mouth shut. Rachel, however, doesn't. "Damn, Quinn. What was that for?" Rachel complains. She goes to say more, but sees Quinn's icy stare in the rearview mirror. The awkward silence in the car continues until they reach the field house, which is where Santana is supposed to meet the team before they head out onto the field.
"Well, uh, thanks for the ride guys. I really appreciate it. And so will Puck when he finally gets my voicemails. So, I, uh, I'll see you during my game then."
Once Santana is out of hearing distance and inside the field house, Rachel leans forward to Quinn. "Are you going to tell me what that was all about or am I going to have to guess? Because I'm not really in the guessing mood and we do have a game to go cheer at shortly." Quinn huffs in reply. "Fine then. Don't tell me, but don't say I didn't ask." Not wanting to deal with Quinn's iciness, Rachel gets out of Quinn's car and marches towards the stadium to meet the other cheerleaders.
"Dammit," Quinn lets out a frustrated sigh. "I know that Santana's an out and proud lesbian. And that Rachel didn't know Santana was starting at her ass when her skirt rode up. But damn, it sure made me jealous." Quinn places a hand on her still flat stomach and begins to rub it. "Little one growing inside of me, can I blame this on the pregnancy hormones or am I really actually jealous? I guess only time will tell. And I guess I should apologize to your godmother as well. I don't want her to torture us with Broadway music!" Quinn pats her stomach one last time. "Well, little one, great talk. Momma's gotta go stare at Santana in her uniform. I mean, cheer on the girls soccer team. And guess what? You get to come with. Try not to start with any of those morning sickness pains just yet, okay baby?" Quinn chuckles as she gets out of her car and begins to make her way towards the stadium.
Once Santana is inside the field house, she cracks her head from side to side and quickly shakes her body loose before heading to where her teammates are finishing up with game time preparations. She's not sure why Quinn went from being semiflirtatious to her icy self, but she sure does know that she definitely likes Quinn one way more than the other. And it's definitely not the icy façade Quinn likes to use as a defense mechanism.
This makes Santana wonder what Quinn could be so defensive about, causing her to quickly reply the events starting from the two Cheerios calling Santana to get in the car to stopping at the sidewalk in front of the field house. "Shit," Santana says out loud when she recalls staring at Rachel's ass when she had tumbled into the backseat when letting Santana ride shotgun. "That couldn't be the reason, could it?"
"What couldn't be the reason?" asks Brittany as she bounds over to her co-captain once Santana is within range of the team.
"Huh?" Questions Santana, not realizing that she was talking loud enough for someone to overhear her. "Oh. Just some strange stuff happened on my way here. I'll tell you about it later since we've got a game to go get ready for. Well, I do at least," she amends, pointing at Brittany, who is already geared up and ready to go. "So, how about you come get ready at my house tonight before we head over and help Puck set up for the party and I'll tell you all about it then, okay?"
"Yep. Sounds good, el Capitan," Brittany states before heading inside the trainer's officer to get taped up, something Santana still needs to do as well for her shoulder, but forgets because of everything else on her mind.
"Hey, your highness, are you better yet?" asks Rachel with a slight smirk on her face once Quinn meets her outside with the rest of the Cheerios. "Or would you like to get mad at me for something else instead?'
Quinn arches her eyebrows, shooting Rachel a dagger before quickly breaking into a small grin. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Can we just toss it up to not getting enough bacon, and, well, you know."
Rachel bumps shoulders with Quinn affectionately. "Of course. All is forgiven. Though, I think you should go tell our riding partner you're sorry as well because one minute you were being nice to her and the next – oh shit! Oh shit, oh shit! She's –"
Quinn quickly, and subtly, steps on Rachel's foot, hard, effectively momentarily rendering the petite brunette mute. "If you value your life, I suggest you don't continue that sentence. Because if you do, I will bury your body so well that they'll never find it. Got it?" Rachel slowly nods her head yes. "Good, because I'd hate to be down a –" Quinn looks around to make sure no one is listening, "godmother. And maybe, I just might confirm or deny later," she finishes in a hushed tone.
Rachel, excited to learn the identity of Quinn's crush, vigorously shakes her head in agreement. "I'll only talk cheer then until we leave here," she states. "But, before I do that, can I just ask one thing? Can we go to Puck's party tonight? I'd like to see him, but if it's awkward, we don't have to go…"
Quinn thinks for a moment, deciding on what the plan of action should be. "We can go. But we'll discuss more tonight. So, come get ready at my house around, say, 8:30 or so."
"Okay! Now, go apologize to Santana for going all ice queen on her earlier," Rachel says, giving Quinn a slight shore towards where Santana and the soccer team are finishing up their warm-up stretches before the announcer starts to call the line-ups for the day. This earns her a glare from Quinn, which Rachel responds back to with a smile and two thumbs up.
"Hey, uh, San?" Quinn says when she reaches her destination in front of the brunette soccer star. "I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment." Santana shrugs non-committedly, but follows Quinn to the end of the bench anyways ad begins to untie and retire the cleats, a superstitious tradition she's always done before each game. Quinn waits a beat to have the brunette's attention before starting her apology. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the complete 180 I pulled today in the car. It wasn't cool of me, but I don't really have a reason I could give you without making things worse. So, I just wanted to apologize and wish you good luck on the game today. I'm sure you'll do amazing, just like you always do." With that, Quinn turns around to head back to her squad, leaving Santana with the cleat she just tied resting on the bench, pondering the exchange. "Oh ! And I'll see you later at Puck's party tonight. So save me a dance or two," Quinn calls back with a wink.
Santana whips her head towards Quinn's retreating figure, shaking her head because she can't figure Quinn out. One minute she semi-flirts with her, the next she treats her as if she's just another one of Quinn's lowly subjects. Santana tries to think back to when Quinn wasn't so bi-polar and realizes that most of this façade started around the time that Finn got sick. Before then, Quinn wasn't an ice queen, though she never flirted with Santana either. But why would she when she had the captain of the football team following her around everywhere?
Santana continues to be lost in her own thoughts until she feels a tap on her shoulder. "Ready to go kick some ass on the field, Cap?" Brittany asks, nodding her head towards the field.
"What? Yeah. I mean, hell yes! Let's go kick some ass!" Santana exclaims, noticing Brittany's questioning look as to why her captain seems so out of it. Brittany starts to ask as much, but Santana quickly stops her with a quick shake of the head and a look that acknowledges that they'll talk about it later, when it's right before a game. With that, both girls head out with the rest of their team to start the game, with Brittany heading towards right wing and Santana heading into the goalie net.
"Goalie one ready?!" the ref yells towards the opposing team's goalie. A quick nod of her head has the ref yelling the same thing to Santana. "Goalie two, I asked if you were ready!" Santana cringes at missing the ref's question the first time, and nods her head yes. With that, the referee blows the whistle, signifying the start of the game.
The first half of the game, Santana is tested a few times with high corner kicks, but easily deflects and sends them back into play to her teammates. The other goalie isn't fairing so well to the shots that Brittany and the rest of the team have been peppering her with, causing the score to be 2-0 at halftime.
Santana, the natural leader that she is, calls the group together to have a quick pep talk between halve. It's then that she notices that Puck has finally rolled his ass out of bed. She shakes her head and then refocuses her attention on the girls in front of her "Okay girls. I'm loving everything that I've seen so far. So really, just keep up what you're doing and make sure to let your teammates know that they have various options on the field for openings. Also, just be careful on the fast breaks. Don't get too cocky and lose the ball to them. Now, let's get back out there and finish kicking some ass!" The girls all put their hands in and scream "Lady Titans!" at the top of their lungs before trotting back out to the field.
The ref once again asks both goalies if they're ready, with Santana replying back the first time around. The second half starts off much like how the first half played out, with shots being taken against both goalies, but Santana performing better than her counterpart.
As Santana goes to wipe some sweat off her forehead with the bottom hem of her shirt, revealing her lithe physique, she sees Puck wander over towards Quinn, looking like he wants to talk to her about something. Santana's still focused on the exchange going on between the two, not noticing that the opposing teams has stolen the ball off of a deflected shot until she hears her teammates yelling for her to get ready. Santana quickly sizes up the attacking player and realizes that she's out of position for where the girl likes to take her shots. With a lateral leap, Santana throws herself towards the girl's shot, feeling the ball hit the pads of her fingers before bouncing back off in front of her. When she lands on the ground after her save, she feels some discomfort in her should that she landed on, but that pain in quickly forgotten when she gets a swift kick to the face from someone trying to shoot the ball into the net and missing terribly. The ref quickly blows the whistle once he sees Santana not getting up. When the crowd notices the star player not getting up, it becomes hushed, waiting on bated breath.
Puck, though he was standing with Quinn at the time, is one of the first to make it over to Santana, beating both Coach Holliday and the athletic trainer. "San, San. Are you alive? Can you hear me? Just wake up, dude. I'll do anything for you if you wake up."
"Puck. If you touch and shake me one more time, I'm gonna kill you," Santana groans with a grimace as she attempts to sit up. Coach Holliday and the athletic trainer both stop her from doing so, telling her that they rather err on the side of caution and take her out on a stretcher instead of letting her get up by herself. Santana groans at this, this time in annoyance rather than pain, but lets her coach have her way. "I swear, Coach, it's nothing more than a black eye. That puta didn't do no damage to me; I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent!"
Both Coach Holliday and the athletic director laugh at her as the athletic director takes her off the field on a stretcher to the waiting ambulance. Coach Holliday then turns to tell Puck and Brittany that they can meet them at the hospital after the game is over. Neither look too thrilled about this option, but Brittany isn't in a place to argue with her coach and would need a ride after the game is over, which is where Puck comes in.
"I can take Brittany to the hospital after the game. That way Puck can be with Santana until the rest of us get there." Quinn states upon walking over to the group.
"Are you sure?" asks Puck and Brittany at the same time. Quinn nods her head, causing the group to finally agree with the choice. Brittany's still not too happy about leaving Santana, but at least she knows that Puck'll be there with her until the game finishes. Besides, Santana's injury can't be too serious if she was trying to sit herself up, Brittany reasons to herself.
The remaining part of the half seems to drag by so slowly for everyone there, especially Quinn and Brittany. Once the game is over – a win for McKinley – Quinn's by Brittany's side in an instant, helping her to gather up her things so they can drive over to Lima General. Soon, the three girls are at Quinn's car, with Rachel taking over the driving. Brittany looks between the two, but doesn't want to question them when this could be something they usually do.
Though Rachel drives at a surprisingly fast pace for someone who doesn't like to break the rules, he drive still feels too long for both Brittany and Quinn. Wanting to break the silence, Brittany says the first thing that pops into her head: "You like her, don't you?" Rachel's eyes go wide at the statement, but she surprisingly keeps her mouth shut. Quinn doesn't reply either, acting like the question wasn't directed towards her. Brittany, feeling that this is why Quinn doesn't answer, asks it again, but directs it towards Quinn. "Quinn, you like her."
Quinn knows she can't dodge Brittany's question – especially one that feels like a statement – when they're stuck in the same car together and will be ending up at the same place. Quinn sighs, "I. Uh, I, maybe. I don't know. I just know she makes me feel…feel something. I can't explain it…But, I need you not to tell her, okay? I need to figure things out first."
Brittany nods her head in compliance to Quinn's request. "I think you should tell her though. Once you work out whatever you need to work out. But don't wait too long because we've only got our senior year left at school. And then who knows what will happen."
The girls finally arrive at the hospital and see Puck sitting in the waiting room. Brittany rushes over to Puck to give him a hug when she sees him, and becomes even more excited when he tells the girls that Santana's fine and has only suffered a minor concussion and partially dislocated shoulder. "She wants me to still throw the party later tonight, so she kicked me outta her room to go finish getting the supplies for it. So, I'll be seeing you lovely ladies later, right?" The girls all nod their heads in agreement before heading over to the nurses' station to receive their visitor badges and Santana's room number. Upon finally reaching Santana's room, Quinn hangs back until Rachel pulls her in, pushing her behind Brittany.
"San!" Brittany yells in excitement when she sees Santana, causing the Latina to wince at the loudness of her best friend's voice.
"Whoa there, Britt-Britt. Calm down. I've got a concussion, not a hearing issue," Santana belly laughs, which causes her to move her shoulder and subsequently wince in pain. "Think you can manage to give me a hug without hurting my shoulder? I need some Britt-Britt loving."
Brittany nods her head and jerks her thumb behind her, making Santana finally see Quinn and Rachel there as well. As Brittany gently hugs Santana, the other two girls stand there awkwardly until Rachel says hello for them. "Rachel drove us here so we could all see how you're doing," Brittany states.
"Thanks guys. I appreciate you dropping Britt here after my game. My Mamí will be getting off her shift shortly to take me and Britt home if you guys want to go. I'm still going to the party tonight – some cute cheerleader told me to save her a dance – so I'll be seeing you guys there, right?" Santana looks directly at Quinn when saying the last part of her question.
Quinn desperately tries to hide her blush by not answering, so Rachel replies for both girls, stating that they'll be there. Brittany quickly gives Rachel the information for the party as Quinn and Santana continue their silent staring. Soon, Quinn feels herself being dragged out the door, which finally causes her to break out of her reverie.
"You want to talk about it?" Rachel implores. A quick jerk of Quinn's head is all the answer Rachel needs. "I didn't think so, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask. I'm going to drop you off at home and then drive to my house. I'll come back with your car when I come to get ready for the party. I'll bring my sleepwear so I can sleep over as well." Quinn nods again, still lost in her thoughts. The silence that follows is a bearable one between the friends and is only broken when they part ways at Quinn's house, promising to see each other later.
"Im so glad you're okay, Sanny!" Brittany exclaims again to her best friend. "Everyone was so worried about you. I'm so glad Quinn offered to drive me here so Puck could be with you until the game was over."
Santana gives Brittany a questioning look. "She offered to drive you here? She sure didn't seem too thrilled to see me though once she got here," Santana muses as Brittany continues to tell her about the rest of the game before asking Santana how she felt. "Eh, I feel okay. Sucks though that the doctors told me I'm going to be out for about four to five weeks because of this dislocation."
"What?! San! That's like half of the season though! What about the scouts coming to see you?" Brittany questions, knowing that Santana was hoping to receive both an athletic and academic scholarship so she could attend the prestigious Stanford University for pre-medicine with a concentration in sports med.
"I know. I feel like I'm letting the team down, which is my biggest concern right now. So, if you and the rest of the squad can promise me that you'll win enough games to take us to the playoffs, then I promise I'll do everything in my power to get this shoulder rehabbed and ready for another shot at States. I promise not to let my team down."
"San, will you be ready by then? We wouldn't want you to risk further injury just for us. We don't need another State ring if that could ruin your soccer career forever."
"Britt-Britt, I can do it. So I need you to get the girls on board as well. It'll give me something to work towards. But, enough talk about me and soccer; I'm ready to break outta here and go celebrate at Puck's party!" Santana says, which is the same time her mom walks through the door.
"Mija, what's this I hear about a party? You're in the hospital right now because of a concussion and shoulder dislocation. I don't think you should be out partying."
"But, Mamí, please. It's tradition!" Santana exclaims. "What if I promise not to drink and that Brittany makes sure I don't?" pleads Santana. "And, I'll stay home the rest of the weekend, except for practice so I can watch the team."
"Okay, okay mija. I'll let you go. But Brittany does the driving. Just no drinking from you, okay? I'll even let you spend the night if you promise me that."
"I promise Mamí! Gracias!" Santana exclaims, attempting to get off the bed to give her mother a hug, but gets pushed back down by Brittany, who is still cuddling with her. Santana lays back down, knowing that there's no use in trying to get up if Brittany won't let her. "Mamí, will I be getting discharged soon?" Santana inquires with the hopes that she will so she can get what she needs done before the party. And also so Brittany will stop squeezing her like she's going to leave her. A nod of the head from the older Lopez is all Santana gets before her mom leaves the room to go finishing taking care of the discharge papers for Santana.
"Q, Judes told me that I could come up –" Rachel starts to say when she reaches Quinn's room, but stops talking upon entering. "Quinn, what the hell is this? It looks like a tornado came through your room!"
Quinn comes out of her walk-in closet, clad only in a bra and panties. "I've got nothing to wear," she states simply. "Nothing to wear."
"Um, I beg to differ," Rachel chuckles as she picks up a mini skirt that was thrown on the floor. "What is this you call? I call it clothes. And hey, isn't this my skirt?" Rachel inquires.
"Oh, yeah. You can have that back. But really though, I have nothing to wear." Quinn repeats again.
Rachel looks around the room at the clothes that have been unceremoniously thrown throughout. "Are you sure you have nothing to wear? Or, do you have 'nothing to wear' that you can impress Santana with?"
Quinn glances up at Rachel for a moment before answering. "That, and everything is a bit tight. I thought I was just imagining things when my Cheerios skirt was tighter, but now it's everything!" Quinn cries out, throwing more clothes out of her closet and onto the floor in the process. "I'm fat. Santana's certainly not going to look my way now."
Rachel bites her lip in thought before proceeding delicately into the minefield she was just set up in. "Quinn, you're not fat. The baby inside of you is just starting to grow faster now. So you're going to start showing. How far along are you?"
"I have a doctor's appointment on Monday to find out exactly how far along I am, but I think I'm about," Quinn pauses to think when her and Puck slept together to comfort each other after Finn's death. "Eleven weeks along."
"Eleven? That's right around when…" Rachel says.
"Yeah. When Finn died. Puck and I both loved Finn like a brother. We were remembering the good times with him. And we ended up consoling each other with sex. We both regretted it as soon as it was done, but by then, it was too late. So now, here I am. I'm telling Puck tonight since pretty soon, life as I know it is going to change."
"Do you think that's wise to tell him tonight at the party? I mean, it's already going to be different since this is the first party since Finn died. Plus, Santana will be there with him since those two are best friends. How will you get him alone?" Rachel inquires as she searches through Quinn's closet to help her find something to wear.
Rachel thrusts a sundress towards Quinn, motioning for her to try it on. Quinn slips the dress on with ease and turns around for Rachel to zip it up. Looking in the mirror in front of her, Quinn sighs with relief that something actually fits her without showing her newly acquired baby bump. Quinn pulls Rachel behind her to place Rachel's hands on her stomach. "I don't know if it's wise," Quinn sighs. "But he has a right to know. As for Santana, I don't know. I guess I'll just take my opportunity when I can. And I'll be telling Judy this weekend as well too. I need her to know before I go to my first appointment on Monday. Would you like to come with?"
"Quinn," Rachel murmurs, still touching Quinn's stomach, "of course I will. Remember, I'm the baby's godmother, so I have to go. And by the way, this dress looks lovely on you. I say we go dress shopping this weekend as well to get you some new clothes. Now, let's get finished with your hair and makeup and then kiss Judes goodbye so we can go get our party on!"
"Sanny, you ready to go?" Brittany shouts up the stairs to Santana's room.
Santana finishes applying the final touches of her makeup before calling down to Brittany. "Gimme like a minute and I'll be down!" She quickly grabs her perfume for a few well-placed spritzes before looking into the mirror at herself. "Damn, I look good," she chuckles, taking in her sleeveless blouse paired with her dark skinny jeans and black ankle motorcycle boots, before grabbing her overnight bag and walking out her bedroom door. "Let's go, Britts!" she says as she leads Brittany out of her house. Brittany pops the trunk on her car so Santana can throw her bag in there. Once both girls are ready to go, Brittany guns it towards Puck's house.
The party is in full swing by the time Rachel and Quinn arrive. Rachel spots some of the other Cheerios and makes her way over to say hello, while Quinn looks around to see where she should go next. After looking around the place for Puck, Quinn decides to head to the kitchen to get something to drink. "Hey pretty lady, need something to drink?" a voice behind her says, a voice that Quinn has grown to enjoy hearing.
Quinn turns around and smiles. "No thank you. I'm DD tonight, so I'll be keeping my beer heavy on the root. What about you, Santana? Can I make you something? I've learned a thing or two about making drinks from my father when he still lived with us."
"Nah, that's okay, Q. I'll just have whatever you're having since I can't be drinking tonight due to the concussion. So looks like you and I will get to make fun of everyone later on tonight when they all get super trashed. It should be epic." Santana says which earns a chuckle from Quinn. Santana thinks she could get used to seeing Quinn smile like that, having it reach all the way to her eyes. Santana knows that she especially likes it that she's the one who made Quinn smile like that. "Want to head outside for a bit? It won't start to get interesting in here until later on when they start playing games."
Quinn nods her head yes and allows Santana to lead her outside. "You know, as long as I've been friends with Puck, I've never actually been in his backyard. I've always just stayed inside because that's where Finn and Puck were," Quinn states after they have been sitting on the porch swing for a while. "It's nice back here. Thank you for bringing me outside."
Santana looks at Quinn, studying Quinn's profile before replying. "It's my pleasure. I come out here sometimes when the party inside there gets to be too out of control for me."
"But you claim you're from 'Lima Heights Adjacent'. Can big bad Santana Lopez not handle crazy parties?" Quinn asks with a grin.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. Can't a girl just want to be sometimes? I have plenty of people who want to do something all the time, but no one who wants to do nothing. So that's why I come out here; to do nothing." Quinn begins to slide her hand towards Santana's, empowered by the darkness shrouding her actions, but stops when a voice from inside calls out that the games are about to begin. Santana, unaware what Quinn was about to do says, "Well, I guess we better head inside to be with the masses and play some games," while getting up off the swing. She turns around to face Quinn, holding out her hand as an offering. "Are you coming?" Quinn nods, takes Santana's hand and follows her inside.
Once inside, Puck announces that the first game selected is truth or dare. Santana inwardly groans at this because she knows from past party experiences that eventually the game will turn sexual and people are going to get pissed, lucky or a combination of both. The first few rounds are easy enough, with Brittany having to quack like a duck, Santana having to act like a Cheerio, Rachel having to sing a country song, Puck having to tell what his middle name is, and Quinn having to prank call Mr. Schue. After a few more rounds, Quinn excuses herself from the game and sends Puck a quick text, asking him to talk and meet her in his room.
"Hey, Quinn, you wanted to talk?" Puck asks, once he has found Quinn in his room.
"Yeah, I do. You might want to sit down for this," Quinn says, motioning towards Puck's bed as she goes to close the door to his room, locking it in the process. "There's really no easy way to say this, so I'll get to the point. I'm almost three months pregnant. I haven't slept with anyone before or after you, so I just wanted to let you know that you're the baby's father. It's up to you if you want anything to do with the baby, but I just figured I should let you know so you can make your own decision. I'm sorry, Puck."
Puck hangs his head, and rubs the back of his neck before standing up and walking towards Quinn. "Don't apologize. I'm as much to blame as you are. And I'd love to be in this baby's life with you. Does this mean that you want us to be together? Because we can if that's what you want."
"Thank you, Puck. You don't know how much this means to me that you're supportive of my decision. And no, we don't need to be together. I rather have us be friends who are loving and supportive of our child rather than have us be together and wind up resenting everything. So, I'll let you stay in here and process things if you want. I'm going to take Rachel and head home now. I still have to tell Judy about this." Quinn states as she walks towards the door. "Oh, and I have a doctor's appointment on Monday, if you'd like to come with me."
When Quinn walks out of Puck's room, she leans against the wall, trying to control her breathing so that when she makes her way out to the group playing truth or dare, they won't think anything is different. She's thankful that Puck took the pregnancy so well, but she's not sure if it's because he's really okay with the pregnancy or because he's too drunk to fully understand and won't remember in the morning. After composing herself, she makes her way over to where everyone is still playing games. As she gets closer, she realizes that they're no longer playing truth or dare, but instead are playing spin the bottle. It's Brittany's turn and the bottle lands on Rachel. Brittany leans across to the brunette Cheerio and kisses her full on the lips, tugging at Rachel's lower lip towards the end of the kiss. This causes Rachel to moan in pleasure and Quinn to blush furiously while wishing it was Santana giving her a kiss like that. Quinn's also thankful that no one can see her from where she's standing.
Some girl Quinn doesn't know is now up to spin the bottle, which is when Quinn decides to finally enter the room. As the girl spins, Quinn catches Rachel's attention and motions for her to join her so that they can leave. Right as Rachel gets to Quinn, the bottle stops spinning, landing on Santana. Quinn's eyes immediately turn icy, shooting daggers as the girl makes her way towards the soccer star. Rachel turns around to see why Quinn hasn't moved yet and see the girl, Joss, with her hands knotted in Santana's hair, kissing her like they were about to fuck.
Before Quinn can do something she might regret, Rachel grabs her by the wrist and drags her out the front door. Once they're in front of Quinn's car, Rachel asks, "Quinn, do you want me to drive? Or can you drive? If I drive, we'd have to wait…" Quinn silently grabs the keys from Rachel and hops into the driver's seat, waiting for Rachel to join her. No one speaks in the car until they arrive at Quinn's house. Finally, Rachel can't take any more of the silence, so she asks, "Did you talk to puck while you were gone?"
Quinn puts the car in park and sighs. "Yes, I did. And he surprisingly took it well. He even asked if I wanted us to be together together for the baby, but I told him I'd rather just be friends so we don't end up resenting each other and the baby. I even told him he could come to the doctor's appointment on Monday if he wants to. We'll see what happens though. I don't know how he'll react once he sobers up since I told him after he had been drinking tonight. But I needed to get it out. I just hope he doesn't resent me – or, worse yet, forget – when he sobers up. It was hard enough to tell him the first time."
Rachel nods in understanding, and is extremely grateful that her best friend doesn't want to be anything more than friends with her crush. "Why don't we go inside and talk about this some more if you want? Or just go inside to get some rest?" Rachel asks. "It's been a long day for you, Quinn."
Quinn gets out of the car and follows Rachel to the front door, unlocks it, and then proceeds to head towards her room, Rachel following behind. "I'm going to grab a quick shower, Rach. There's towels and stuff for you in the guest bathroom so you can shower as well," Quinn tells Rachel as she gathers some pajamas and heads into her bathroom.
Rachel follows Quinn's lead by grabbing a change of clothes and heads into the guest bathroom, which already has her own toothbrush in there since she sleeps over often enough. Before she gets into the shower, she sends off a quick text and then turns her phone off for the night.
A/N: Hey everyone! I'm glad that you like how I'm doing this story so far because it's been a pleasure writing it. Though I'm not so sure my boss appreciates me getting my fellow co-workers all riled up from talking about this and the oneshots I work on while at work, but I digress lol…anywho, let's get on to the reviews from chapter two!
Triple threat: you're welcome for the awesome update! Lol and as for Puck and Rachel ending up together – if the feeling is even mutual – I guess we'll have to see :P…and as for your question about the pregnancy and Quinn's parents, well, that's a touchy subject...and hell yes Santana does!
frigidYOLOducks: hmms, Santana in a Cheerios uniform? Let's see if that can be arranged at some point. And yes, while Santana is a jock and hangs out with Puck a lot, she's definitely got a feminine side to her, so you'll see her in a variety of different outfits. It just depends on the occasion.
Edrop7: ohh, but is that the case? Maybe reread that chapter again because I don't know if Santana knows anything about Quinn being pregnant yet…
CG: thank you! I think Santana just makes Quinn react differently than anyone else. It's like Santana can throw Quinn off her game just by batting her eyes in her direction…just like I told triple threat, the pregnancy is a touchy subject eventually for all parties involved.
loryw: thank you! And I think all stories should have Santana being bold because to me, that's just her character. Though, I think that boldness came out when she came out. So, they go hand in hand…
sidneyspain: hey! I updated! Was it soon enough? For this story, I'll probably update once every two weeks, just an fyi. Unless I'm feeling really creative and nice.
Dazed: thank you! I try to capture it how I think they would be behaving in this world. Who knows how they might behave in future stories I write.
Emily19: As I keep telling my co-workers, this right now is just me building the foundation. And one of them keeps replying "Why? Just get to the boobs already!" Well, it'll happen eventually – it is a Quintana fic after all – but what's a great story without a little drama to spice things up? And I am the queen of all things spicy!...as for brittberry, hmms. I wasn't really planning on that, but pay attention real close and something might happen lol
AngieMG: thanks! I'm hoping it turns out as a happy ending with Quinn and Santana together. What about you? Lol
Shananigan: thank you! Wait til you see the ending! Lol jk, jk. I have no clue how the ending will be. Maybe this will be the Quintana version of the Never Ending Story…
Mixtaper1998: updates will be occurring roughly once every two weeks, but I'm glad you like the story a lot.
Okay lovelies! Until next time, stay smutty! xxs