Thanks for sticking around!
Just to refresh your memory:
Quinn and Santana have lady times frequently, Quinn says she loves Santana and doesn't care that Santana doesn't love her back. Even though Santana loves her more than she's ever loved anyone, she's just too much of a goober to admit it.
Santana has a song that she plans to win Quinn back with (: (super smooth.)
Chapter 7:
Present Time, November 26th.
Quinn shook her head as she walked through the door of her apartment with Mackenzie. She'd never get used to the animals..or the smell.
"You've turned my house into a zoo," she laughed. Mackenzie placed her backpack and binder on the couch.
"Our house," she corrected
"My mistake," Quinn smiled. "Hungry?"
"Mhm." Mackenzie sat on the couch and turned on the small TV. "Look Quinnie! It's Noah Puckerman and Santana Lopez!"
"Oh, um..great." Quinn hasn't said a word to Santana in weeks. "Actually, I think we should watch a movie-"
"No way! I love Noah. He's so dreamy." Mackenzie crossed her legs and sat back on the couch. Quinn pursed her lips.
"What are you hungry for?" Quinn asked. She avoided looking at the TV.
"Hot dogs," Mackenzie smiled.
"You mean your totally fake, not real, tofu rolls?" Quinn teased. Mack waved her off and kept her eyes trained on the TV. Quinn clicked her tongue. She didn't know that Mack was a vegetarian, but when the kid nearly started crying when Quinn got pepperoni pizza, she kind of took the hint. She opened the microwave and was about to out a plate of two tofu dogs in, but Mackenzie screamed.
"Quinn come here!" The child yelled.
"What? What is it?" Quinn asked. She walked into the living room.
"Santana just said this song was for you!" Mackenzie screamed.
"She what." Quinn deadpanned.
"She wrote a new song, and it's for you! Come watch with me-"
"No no no. I don't think so." Quinn shook her head. Mackenzie gave Quinn her best pout.
"Pretty please?"
"That won't always work you know," Quinn grumbled. She sat on the couch and Mackenzie immediately rested her head on Quinn's shoulder.
"Shh...they're starting." Mackenzie turned up the TV, then tossed the remote to the side.
"Santana's not even on stage-"
"Sh!" Mackenzie hissed. "Noah's about to sing." Quinn rolled her eyes, but continued to watch.
"When your legs don't work like they used to before
And I can't sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?
And, darling, I will be loving you 'til we're 70
And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am"
Quinn definitely did not like where this was going. She looked down at Mackenzie; the kid was mesmerized. If she was speaking to Santana, she'd probably arrange for Puck to meet her. Quinn looked back up when she heard people cheering on the show. Sure enough, Santana had joined Puck on stage.
"So honey now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are
When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don't remember my name
When my hands don't play the strings the same way
I know you will still love me the same
'Cause honey your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen
And, baby, your smile's forever in my mind and memory
I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it's all part of a plan
Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you'll understand."
"Quinnie, are you okay?" Mackenzie asked. Quinn nodded, but her ears and cheeks were red. Does this mean...Santana does love her? "Why is this song for you?"
"I know them," Quinn answered quietly.
"No way!"
"Yeah. I've dated both of them."
"So that's why you're all red," Mack giggled. Quinn tickled her sides for a little, then relaxed. "You should call her."
"Mack, this is live-"
"Exactly! Then she'll answer on TV. It's perfect, Quinnie!"
"I don't think it's a good idea. I've been avoiding her for weeks." Quinn sighed. Then she wondered why she was talking to a nine year old about this.
"Quinn Fabray," Mackenzie turned Quinn's head by putting her small hands on the older woman's cheeks. "You listen to me."
"What's your input on this, Ms. Boyd," Quinn laughed.
"I've seen enough movies and read enough books to know how this thing works. Prince and the Princess go through something big, then they live happily ever after. Quinnie, if you call her right now, you'll live happily ever after. Trust me, I'm an expert." Mackenzie let Quinn's face go.
"I'll talk to her soon, I promise," Quinn linked her pinky with Mackenzie's. "But I'm not going to call right now. She's busy." She pointed at the screen; Puck and Santana were sitting down being interviewed.
"Fine." Mackenzie huffed. "Did you make my hot dog?"
"One fake hot dog, coming up!" Quinn was happy to get away from the living room. About a minute later, Mackenzie joined her in the kitchen. "What's up, munchkin?"
"What's your phone's password? I wanna play Candy Blasters." Mackenzie gave Quinn a sweet smile and held out Quinn's iPhone 4. Quinn arched an eyebrow.
"It's just the space bar," she said carefully.
Mackenzie typed it in and did a little jump. "Thank you!"
"No problem." Mackenzie ran up the stairs and to Quinn's room. "Weird kid." Quinn muttered.
"-and this one came knocking on my door in the middle of the night!" Puck laughed. Santana blushed and ducked her head.
"I was really proud of it."
"As you should be!" Ellen said. "I think this one is a hit! What do you think, ladies and gentlemen?" The audience cheered.
"Thank you," Santana smiled.
"And who was it about?" Ellen asked. Santana bit her lip.
"No one," she said. "I just had the verses in my head and had to get them out."
"It wouldn't happen to be her, would it?" Ellen pointed at the big screen. Santana covered her face with her hands when the picture of her and Quinn popped up.
"Oh God," Santana whined.
"You knew I'd ask about her. What's her name?"
"It's-" Santana's phone started ringing. Back to black by Amy Winehouse. "I am so sorry, I thought I turned it off." She fumbled with her phone, then stopped completely when she saw who was calling. "Quinn." Her voice was barely over a whisper.
"The girl on the magazine?" Ellen asked. Santana nodded slowly. "Answer!"
"I don't think-"
"Come on! What do you guys think?" The audience started chanting for Santana to answer.
"Fine, fine!" Santana said. "But you have to be quiet."
"My lips are sealed," Ellen pretended to lock her mouth, then she threw the imaginary key towards the audience. Several people pretended to catch it.
"H-hello?" Santana stuttered into the phone.
"Santana Lopez!" She heard a child's voice exclaim.
"Put it on speaker," Ellen whispered. Santana smiled and shook her head. "Oh, you're no fun."
"Yes, may I ask who this is?" Santana said.
"This is Mackenzie Boyd."
"Frannie's daughter? How are you! How is Quinn? Is she close?" Santana asked.
"Yes, and I'm fine. She's okay too. She's downstairs, so I have to be quiet," Mackenzie whispered.
"Okay," Santana whispered back. "Are you watching the show? What did you guys think of the song?"
"Yes! And I loved it! Quinn did to. When you started singing, her smile was all goofy and her cheeks were rosy." Mackenzie giggled.
"Oh really?" Santana asked. She covered the mouthpiece of the phone and smiled at Ellen, "Quinn liked the song." Ellen gave her a thumbs up.
"Uh oh. Hi Quinn," Mackenzie said nervously.
"Santana?" A voice said. Santana's stomach dropped.
"Quinn."
"I was watching from downstairs, I'm so sorry Mackenzie interrupted," Quinn rambled.
"No, it's okay. I'm glad she did, I really miss your voice." The audience 'awed', and Santana shook her head.
"I miss your's too. And I miss you."
"I miss you too, but I really don't think now's a good time to talk about this. Maybe over coffee?"
Quinn sighed. "San, I don't think-"
"Are you really going to reject me on live Tv?" Santana asked. The crowd chuckled.
"Okay. Yeah, coffee," Quinn smiled.
"She said yes!" Santana cheered. "I'm gonna put you on speaker, okay?"
"Okay."
"You're on," Santana smiled.
"Hi Gwen!" Ellen smiled.
"It's Quinn," Santana told her.
"Hi!" Quinn said.
"Do you have anything to say to Santana while we're on?"
"Yes I do," Quinn started, "You goober, I can't believe you Taylor Swifted me."
"Hey Quinn?" Santana said.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"And this is Mr. President," Mackenzie tugged Santana towards a turtle cage. Then she pulled her a few steps to the right, "And this is my bunny, Lillian. And my kitty is around here somewhere, her name is-"
"Nala." Quinn said. "Beware of Nala, she's evil."
"Nuh uh! She just doesn't like you. She's actually really nice," Mackenzie assured Santana.
The Latina laughed, "I'll take your word for it."
"Suit yourself," Quinn shrugged. "Mack, go downstairs, I have to change."
"Do you have to work tonight?
"Yes I do, munchkin. Sorry," Quinn told her.
"How come Santana gets to stay up here?" Mackenzie pouted. Santana smirked and Quinn pointed at her before the Latina could answer.
"Don't you dare." She told her. "Mack, why don't you go set up the movie?"
"Fine." Mack said. She jogged down the stairs, and Santana shut the door behind her.
Quinn pinned Santana against the door as soon as it was securely locked.
"God, I've missed you.." Santana mumbled against Quinn's lips. The blonde chuckled and ran her hands up and down Santana's sides.
"You're just lucky coffee went well." She stated. She pressed her lips roughly against Santana's, earning a small moan. Santana dipped down a little and picked up Quinn's legs, the blonde immediately wrapped them around Santana. She started walked towards the bed, and let them tumble over. "Smooth, Lopez."
"Shut it, Lucy Q." Santana breathed. She straddled Quinn and brought their lips together again. Quinn stopped it when she felt Santana roll against her hips.
"San," she whimpered. "I r-really want to, but not with Mack downstairs."
Santana sat up and pushed her hair out of her face before placing one last kiss on Quinn's lips. "Don't you have work?" She asked when Quinn just looked at her. The blonde slowly nodded her head. "Or you could not go."
That broke Quinn out of her trance. "You know I have to," she said as she got out of bed. "Now more than ever."
"Or you could let me take care of you," Santana shrugged.
"You know I wouldn't do that." Quinn said.
"Had to give it a shot."
Quinn rolled her eyes and walked past Santana, into the small bathroom. Santana laid on the bed and opened her phone, then posted a quick selfie to Twitter. When she looked up, she saw Quinn changing through the mirror. She watched her put mascara on, then her new red lipstick. Then she watched how she combed her hair. Then how she leaned over to take off her underwear and put on a new pair.
Santana bit her lip and opened the top drawer of Quinn's night stand and took out a napkin and a blue ball point pen.
"What are you doing?" Quinn asked. She came out of the bathroom wearing her black 'Sweet Mota' shorts, her tank top, and Santana's leather jacket.
"Writing," Santana muttered.
"About me?" Santana nodded. "Again?"
"What can I say?" Santana stuffed the napkin in her pocket. "You're my muse."
"I'm swooning. Can you grab my black heels from the closet?" Quinn asked.
"She's working at the pyramids," Santana sung. "She's working at the pyramids tonight."
"This is my favorite kid on the planet," Santana smiled and pulled Mackenzie onto her lap. Mackenzie smiled and waved at the camera.
"Hi everybody!" She waved. Her eyes scanned the comments. The majority of them said 'You're so cute!'. "Thank you," she said before sticking her tootsie roll pop into her mouth.
"Anything you want to say?" Santana asked.
"Oh! This is my kitty, Nala!" Mackenzie hopped off of Santana's lap and scooped up the orange cat. "Say hi Nala." Nala purred when Santana pet behind her ears, then wiggled from Mackenzie's grasp. "Oh, there's questions!" Mackenzie squinted her eyes at the chat box. "Um, I'm nine years old. I'm from France, but I was born in Oregon. San, that one's for you."
"Will you marry me, Santana," Santana laughed. 'I'll think about it," she winked. Mackenzie frowned.
"You're supposed to marry Quinn and live happily ever after."
"I don't know, iLoveMsLopez might give Quinn a run for her money," Santana told her. Mackenzie rolled her eyes, then pointed sternly at the laptop screen.
"Back off." She said. Santana arched an eyebrow and eyed Mackenzie. This girl supported her and Quinn almost as much as Quinn and Santana did.
Quinn smirked and swung her leg over a far too excited man's lap.
"Oh shit.." he said to himself.
"Make sure you keep your hands to yourself.." Quinn whispered into his ear.
"Sure thing. Quinn."
Quinn leaned back and looked at the man. "Do I know you?"
"No, but I know you! You're with Santana Lopez! I'm getting a lap dance from Santana's girl friend!"
"Oh shit." Quinn stood all the way up and backed away from the man, but it was too late. He'd drawn too much attention from other people at the club. Quinn ran to the dressing room and grabbed her purse, then ran outside. "Fuck" She shouted. There were flashing lights in every direction.
"Quinn! Quinn, over here!"
"You're a stripper?"
"How does Santana like that?"
"Leave me alone!" Quinn shouted.
"Give me a little smile! Come on, slut!"
"Hey!" Someone shouted from behind her. Quinn turned around and saw Sugar there. "Come on, Q." Quinn let her friend pull her back into 'Sweet Mota."
"Please...I really want to go home. I can't do this anymore." Quinn whimpered. Sugar nodded.
"Come on, we'll go through the back way."
When they opened the door, Mackenzie and Santana froze. They were each covered in flour. "Hey Quinn, you should have seen it- what's wrong?" Santana's smile immediately faded away.
"Th-they f-found me," Quinn cried. She wrapped her arms around Santana's neck and let herself cry.
"Sugar, can you stay down here with Mackenzie?" Santana asked. Sugar nodded. The little girl gave her a funny look, but let her take her hand. "Come on, lets go." Santana guided Quinn up the stairs and sat her down on her bed.
"I'm so sorry, Santana," Quinn said softly. "This'll probably be on every magazine next month. I'm so fucking sorry-"
"Stop." Santana told her. "I don't care about what anyone says. They can say whatever they'd like, I'll still back you up one hundred percent."
"You don't have to-"
"No, Quinn. I promise you, I don't care about what people say."
Quinn shook her head, "You don't even like my job."
"You're right. I don't. I also don't like you being stalked by paparazzi, all because of me." Santana slumped her shoulders. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. San, I quit. I'm not going back to 'Sweet Mota'."
Santana arched her eyebrow. "Seriously?" Quinn nodded.
"I was thinking about taking up acting."
"Quinn, that's amazing!"
"I was hoping you'd say that. By the way, what's with the mess in my kitchen, and all over Mackenzie's face?"
"I was hoping you'd forget about seeing that…"
"Santana!" Quinn laughed.
"Little brat and I were making cookies for diner. Did you know that she's a vegetarian? She started nearly bawling when I suggested pepperoni pizza!" Santana said.
"I forgot to warn you about that."
"Yeah, thanks!" Santana chuckled. "Anyway, I wanted chocolate chip, but she wanted sugar cookies. I refused because of the name, then I told her about how Sugar said they were similar; so the bitch threw a handful of flour at me!"
"She's not a bitch, San. She's a kid!"
Santana shrugged. "Well, I guess I would have done the same thing if someone compared me to Mota."
The End.
Kidding! I still have a few more plans.
Let me know what you thought?
Thank you for all of your reviews and song suggestions, you guys are the best. :D
Songs Used:
Thinking Out Loud- Ed Sheeran
Pyramids (I think that's the name) - Frank Ocean.
Please let me know if you see mistakes, I know that it's super unappealing when you see it. I'm trying :/
To be continued