First off, knowing that so many of you are enjoying this story is the best feeling ever. Especially since I didn't get the part I wanted in a play... I was considered for the lead! So close! I'll stop before I start rambling.

All questions will be answered at the bottom (:

I hope you enjoy...

Chapter 8: I don't mind

Quinn tentatively pet behind Nala's ears as she watched Santana and Mackenzie rap 'Super Bass' for Santana's twitter followers. When they were finished, Quinn clapped, scaring Nala away as she did.

"Babe, come here," Santana tried. Quinn pursed her lips and shook her head. Santana's fans didn't really. . like her. "Come on, please? Help me Mack, please?"

Mack poked out her bottom lip and pouted, "Pretty please, Quinnie?" She and Santana both gave her their best puppy-dog-eyes, until she finally gave in.

"Hi," she waved quickly at the camera. Santana moved away from Mackenzie just a little and had Quinn sit between her legs. She wrapped her arms around the blonde and placed a little kiss on her cheek. Quinn scanned the comments and frowned. She knew this was a bad idea. Ever since the paparazzi got pictures of her working at 'Sweet Mota', the fans decided that she was unfit for Santana. That she didn't deserve her. "Oh.." she muttered.

"What's wrong babe?" Santana asked as she looked up at the laptop. She scowled at the rude comments that added up. She immediately closed the laptop and hugged Quinn tighter. "Nothing that they were saying is true. Not one word."

"Yeah, it is," Quinn wiggled out of Santana's grip and stood up. "Shit," she breathed as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Mackenzie, why don't you play with your dolls up here while Quinnie and I go downstairs to talk," Santana said. She stood up and tried to move closer to Quinn, but the blonde just walked away.

"Alright, Sanny," Mackenzie said quietly. When Santana walked downstairs and saw Quinn pacing the floor and wringing her wrist, she pursed her lips and tilted her head.

"I just-I don't- I just want them to...fuck Santana, I hate how they're right," Quinn cried.

"They are so far from right, Quinn," the brunette sat on the couch and patted the spot next to her. Quinn slowly obliged and allowed Santana to wrap her arms around her.

"They matter so much- you can't say they don't. It's only going to get worse," she cried into the crook of Santana's neck.

"We all have a past, Quinnie. I'm going to make a video later, and if that doesn't work, I don't care. We're a package deal," Santana pulled back to look at Quinn. "I accept what you did. I know that it was a job, just a job. My fans will get over it, and those who don't? Fuck 'em. I'm your's."

Quinn smiled weakly. "I'm sorry Santana. I just. . . really don't like being hated."

"Happens," Santana shrugged in return. "We'll just keep doing what we do, alright baby? We'll give them something to hate." The blonde arched an eyebrow.

"What are you thinking, Lopez?"

"I'm thinking. . . maybe I'll give your acting career a little jump start. How would you like to be in my music video?"

"Don't you have to ask Noah-"

"We all know who really calls the shots," Santana chuckled.

Quinn walked through the set of the strip club with wide eyes. It was so much fancier than 'Sweet Mota's'. There were a few other girls, most of them were actual stripps, some were models.

"Alright, Quinn, we'll need you to get changed ASAP for the first shot," the director said to her.

"Okay," she replied, a nervous smile etched on her face. She felt arms wrap around her from behind and tensed, but relaxed when Santana's perfume tickled her nose. She felt the Latina's lips plant little pecks on her neck. "I have to get changed," Quinn giggled. She turned around and linked her fingers behind Santana's neck.

"Need help?" Santana smiled deviously.

"Somehow, I'm sensing that isn't innocent," Quinn chuckled. Santana shook her head.

"It isn't."

"San," Quinn dropped her arms to her side and tried to walk away, only to be gripped tighter. "We have to start sometime," she laughed.

"Alright," Santana loosened her hold, but then leaned in closer, "But don't do anything you're not one hundred percent comfortable with doing. Feel free to say 'no' at anytime."

"I will. Can I go get changed now?" Quinn leaned in and kissed the brunette's lips when she finally let go. "Be right back," with that, she skipped away to her dressing room.

"A clingy, protective Santana. I haven't seen that in a while," Puck stated as he approached her.

"This song is risky." The Latina sighed. "I just want to make sure she doesn't think she has to do this."

"She knows. And this song kicks ass. I seriously have to step my game up- can't have you writing all the hits."

"What can I say? I'm talented," Santana shrugged. The two of them walked towards the set's version of a VIP area, which looked a lot classier than most real club's. The walls were black and the leather couches were white. They sat down on the couch, waiting for the director to tell them the blocking of the scene. He told them to call him Ron- short for Aaron.

"Alright, so it's a simple shoot," Ron started. "We're going to have Quinn come in through the pole area, she's going to give one guy a fake little fluffy dance back there," he pointed. Santana and Puck nodded. "There's going to be girls in here, but Santana, you're not going to pay any attention to them."

"Easy," Santana smirked.

"Right," Ron nodded. "After that shoot, we're going to have you start to follow her, but she's going to avoid you at first. Then it's going to go back to Noah, who will be by the 'bar', singing to one of the girls as he buys her a drink. Then it will go back to you, interrupting Quinn's lap dance that got a little too intimate for your taste. You'll take her outside- that's the last chorus. At the last beat, you two will be outside with Quinn and Noah's girl, who's name is Rowan by the way, and Noah with salute the camera."

"Epic," Noah nodded.

"I like it," Santana agreed.

Ron smiled. "Awesome. When the girls are done changing, we'll send them in here."

Quinn eyed herself in front of the mirror. She puckered her lips to apply some of her red lipstick, the sat up straight. Her 'uniform' was a tad bit different from the rest of the girls, seeing as how she was supposed to stick out a little. They all wore pink lipstick and black short dresses, along with high heeled boots and black laced skirts. She sported red lips, a black corset for a top, and a laced skirt. Definitely fancier than 'Sweet Mota.'

"Quinnie," someone sighed out from behind her. Quinn recognized the voice immediately. It was soft. It was hardly over a whisper, but she'd recognize it anywhere. She looked up at the mirror, and sure enough, there was Rowan. Rowan from college, the girl who she was in love with. Rowan from college, the girl who broke her heart after she'd already turned her back on her family.

"Why are you here?" Quinn tried to sound harsh, but her voice wavered.

"I'm..a model," Rowan cleared her throat. She wrung her wrist, then ran her fingers through her jet black hair. Quinn knew that antic all too well. Rowan was nervous and afraid.

"Congratulations. That's what you always wanted to do," Quinn stood up and faced Rowan. Even in heels, the girl still stood inches above her.

"Quinnie, I-"

"Please," Quinn held up her hand. "I'm in a really good place now. Please. . .just don't."

"I love you. I still do," Rowan pulled the shorter blonde in for a kiss, deepening it before Quinn could object The hazel eyed girl couldn't help it- she moaned into the kiss. That kiss used to be home. It used to be the only thing that felt safe. Used to. She slightly shoved Rowan away, just enough for the girl to get the message.

"I want to say I'm sorry. I really do. But you broke me, Rowan. It took me so long to get over you," Quinn choked out.

"I don't believe those magazines. I don't believe that you're with Santana. I know that what we have is too good for that-"

Quinn shook her head. "Had. What we had was amazing. But you messed it up."

"I know. And I'll never forgive myself for that."

"Good," Quinn said carefully.

"But that doesn't mean I'm giving up. I love you, Q. I loved you first, and I'll love you last." She pecked Quinn's lips, then walked away, leaving Quinn to let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She fixed her lipstick, took a deep breath, then walked out of the dressing room.

When Santana saw Quinn, she forgot about the conversation she was having with Noah. She immediately got up and speed walked to her girlfriend, then pressed her lips against the blonde's. "You look all kinds of sexy right now," she stated when they'd caught their breath. Quinn blushed.

"Thank you, Santana."

"Is something wrong?" Santana asked, she furrowed her eyebrows in question. Quinn looked just past Santana, and saw Rowan looking at her like a kicked puppy. She shook her head.

"No. Everything is perfect," she pecked the Latina's lips. "I love you."

"I love you too," Santana smiled.

"And I love you both," Ron clapped, interrupting their intimate moment. "I'd also love to get this party started!"

"Aaron, don't ever-" Santana started. She was ready to chew him out over ruining her 'mack time', but Quinn stopped her, an embarrassed smile rested on her lips.

"I'm ready. Where do you want me?" The blonde asked. Santana whispered in her ear, just loud enough for Quinn to hear.

"In my bed."

Quinn rolled her eyes and shoved Santana playfully.

"Right this way, I'll explain the scene to you," Ron started to walk towards the poles. Santana slapped Quinn's ass as she walked away, earning a glare from her girlfriend. She winked in response, then walked back over to the 'VIP' area with Noah. There were now three girls in there with them, all of whom were on the slightly elevated stage. They got down to greet Santana, two of them excitedly told her how big of fans they were, the other just mumbled her name with a forced smile.

"I'm Christina, I'm like, in love with you. Quinn is super lucky!" The red haired one smiled.

"I'm Rebecca, you and Puck and are favorite performers!" The other girl smiled.

Lastly, a long legged black haired girl approached her. She gave her a small smile.

"Rowan," she held out her hand for Santana to shake.

"Nice to meet you," Santana said, as kindly as she could. The girl just nodded, then took her place on the stage. Santana took her seat next to Noah, then leaned forward to rest her forearms on the small table in front of them.

"Alright!" She heard Ron say over the intercom. "When the music starts, Santana, stay seated, but find Quinn with your eyes. Make eye contact, then look a little confused when she looks away and moves on to the next person."

"Gotcha!" Santana called out. The girl started dancing before the music started, much to Noah's amusement. Santana rolled her eyes. When the beat came, she looked at the girl's with a blank expression. She looked out, towards the pole section. After a few seconds, she saw Quinn. She smiled. They could hear Santana's voice through the speakers, signalling that it was time for her to get up and try to get a dance from Quinn.

"Shawty, I don't mind If you dance on a pole

That don't make you a ho

Shawty, I don't mind when you work until three

If you're leaving with me

Go make that money, money, money

Your money, money, money

Cause I know how it is, go and handle your biz

And get that money, money, money

Your money, money, money

You can take off your clothes

Long as you coming home, girl, I don't mind"

She weaved through the small crowd of extra's, whispering the chorus as she walked. She leaned against the wall and watched as Quinn hooked her leg over a guy's lap, then stood up straight and walked to the pole. Santana stood right in front and watched with amazement as the blonde twirled around the pole, utterly defying gravity. When the music cut off, Quinn smiled and arched her eyebrow.

"You're drooling, goober," she giggled. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Shut up," she smiled. They moved to their next positions and waited, listening as the music started up with Puck's verse.

"The ballers in here tonight, they gon' buy a hundred bottles

As soon as you shake it I know they gon' make it colossal in here

Cause shawty you thinkin' them tricks that you do with your body

Got all of these n*ggas they crowding around you like they seen Beyonce in here

You want your own and you need your own, baby, who am I to judge?

Cause how could I ever trip about it when I met you in the club?

I make enough for the both of us, but you dance anyway

You know I was raised in the OH!"

Quinn smiled seductively at Santana as she walked towards an awaiting extra, groaning internally when he got a little too handsy. Santana's voice rasped through the speakers, so she focused on that instead.

"When you get off of work I'll be ready to go in the 'Rari

And when we get home we'll have us our own private party in here

So I don't worry at all about the things they do or say

I love you anyway

You can twerk it while in a split, you racking up them tips

Your body rock and your booty poppin', I'm proud to call you my chick

They be lookin', but they can't touch you, shawty, I'm the only one to get it

So just go ahead and keep doing what you do, do it."

Santana walked up to Quinn and pulled her wrist, taking her away from the guy. She pulled her outside, then winked at the camera and waited for Puck. When she thought the camera was no longer on them, she pulled Quinn in for a kiss. Seconds later, Puck was outside with Rowan. He saluted the camera, and the music cut off.

"You were great," Santana smiled as they walked back inside. Quinn glanced back at Rowan before grinning at the Latina.

"You were better. Thank you so much for asking me to do this-"

"Hey Quinn!" Rowan smiled brightly. The blonde arched an eyebrow, while Santana crossed her arms and eyed the dark haired girl. "It was so nice seeing you again! We should. . catch up soon. . here, take my number," she placed a small piece of paper in Quinn's hand. She turned and walked away without giving Quinn the chance to talk.

"Well?" Santana asked. "Who was that?" Quinn ripped the paper into shreds, then dropped the pieces on the floor.

"Someone who doesn't matter," she replied. She pecked Santana's lips.

"I trust you. . ." Santana said tentatively, "but that doesn't mean I won't hurt that bitch."

"I know," Quinn kissed her nose. When she went into the changing room, accompanied by Santana, Rowan and all of her belongings were gone. That felt too familiar.

So Rowans back...for good? I dunno... just kidding, I totally know.

Songs:

I don't mind- Usher (Thank you so much to the people who made me aware of that song!)

Q&A

How old is Mackenzie? - Mackenzie is 9 years Old, her birthday is coming up in a few months :)

How old is Beth? - Beth is the same age as she would be in the Show, 4 years old.

Does Quinn see Beth? Will she? - I wasn't planning on bringing Beth and/or Shelby in, but if you guys want, I can have them visit on holidays. Maybe I'll have Beth go to Mack's birthday.

Isn't it weird that Sugar has a little crush on Quinn? - Absolutely. But hey, Quinn's cute. They are really close, maybe Sugar doesn't know how to separate friendship love from relationship love. *hint*hint*

Did Quinn ever go to Yale? - She went for the first year, but then her parents cut her off. She can no longer afford it, so she only has one year of Yale. That happened when she was 19, btw.

Let me know if you spot any mistakes! I know they are annoying to read, but just tell me and I'll make them go away.

Also, drop any songs that you'd like me to use!