It'll Get Better Soon Guys
Episode Three
After they ate their food and paid, Santana checked her phone to see a missed call not that long ago from her uncle. She dialed his number and pressed it against her ear. It only took four rings until someone answered.
"Hey mija!" He exclaimed.
"Hey tio, are you coming?" She asked, looking at Quinn who was staring at her as well. "No your primo is going to pick you up." Santana nodded her head even though he couldn't see her. "He should be there." He said. Santana looked out the window to see a familiar old classic ford tuck and she smiled widely when she saw her cousin getting out. Without saying goodbye she hung up and grabbed her suitcase. "Come." She told the blonde and hurried out to hug her favorite cousin.
Quinn tried to catch up to the fast Latina. When she got out Santana was already wrapped around a guy, guessing it was her cousin. They look nothing alike he was taller for one thing and tanner then Santana. "Hey shorty I missed your damn ass!" He said as they pulled away. Santana looked at Quinn with a wide smile before saying, "This is Quinn, Quinn this is my cousin Juan." Santana introduce them, Quinn stuck her hand out for a hand shake. Juan looked at her hand and raised an eyebrow. "We Latino's don't do handshakes." Before Quinn can say anything she was pulled into a tight hug. He pulled away and flashed a wide smile. "But it's okay, white people aren't use to it." He joked and winked at Santana. Quinn couldn't help but notice that his smile was similar as Santana's but Santana's smile was way brighter and adorable. When she flashes that damn wide smile it looked really adorable and Quinn couldn't help take a notice of that now. Quinn shook her head at the sudden thoughts and followed Santana to the blue truck. Juan put the suitcases in the back of the truck before climbing in the driver seat, Santana sat in the middle and Quinn sat next to the window. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove off; wrapping an arm around Santana, bring her closer to him.
"Damn Tana following into your uncles footsteps, I'm so proud of you." He joked and they both burst out laughing. "Shut up." Santana playfully pushed him. "Gimme your iPod." Juan said, grabbing the AUX, Santana handed him her iPod and he connected. Quinn raised her eyebrow at Santana when Juan played a song from Santana's playlist. Santana shrugged her shoulders. "I like rap, bite me." Quinn chuckle at her adorable friend and looked out the window, admiring the view yet again. She just couldn't get enough of the beautiful view and the beautiful people Indianapolis had to offer. "So what are you going to visit the whole Familia or what's up? What you girls going to do?" Juan asked, popping a cigarette in his mouth and lite it up. "Hell no, they'll all tell my parents." Santana replied. "True... Are you guys together? Or just friends? Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies? All of the above." He asked a smirked playing on his lips. Juan knew Santana was a lesbian as well as the rest of the family but Juan and his uncle were the only ones comfortable with it. The rest were still trying to progress it, some still think it's a phrase. Quinn and Santana looked at Juan. "Just friends!" They both exclaimed. "Don't have to yell."
After a while of driving, they finally arrived, Quinn got off first and exam the house. It was small but cute, brown brick walls, white windows and a brown small door, Mexican music playing out loud because of the neighbors. "Welcome to mi casa and by mi casa I mean my uncles of course." Juan said, grabbing the suitcases out the back of the car and lead Santana and Quinn to the door. Quinn couldn't help but feel a little nervous at the fact that she was going to be meeting Santana's uncle. What if he doesn't like me?
Quinn was always good with making good impressions but she couldn't help but feel a little nervous and she had no idea why.
When they enter they were already in the living room and across from the living room was the yellow small cute looking kitchen. "Let me show you were the room you'll be staying at is at." Juan said, motioning them to follow him. They walked up a couple of stairs to see not a very long hallway and just three rooms. Juan opened the first door and walked in, placing the suitcases on the bed. The room was blue, couple of posters of Megan Fox, 2pac, Biggie and classic cars and a twin size bed next to the wall. You could easily tell it was his room. "Where will you be sleeping?" Santana asked. "The couch." He said simply. "Thank you by the way." Quinn said. "He don't sweat, we'll always help Santana do something bad." He joked, kissing Santana's temple. "And of course whoever is a friend of Santana and wants to do something dumb with her we'll help also." He joked again and they all let out a small chuckle.
"Where's Shorty!?" Santana smiled when she heard her uncle's voice and ran out the room. Quinn and Juan shared a smile at how excited Santana was being and walked out. Quinn never seen Santana this excited before and it just showed her how much they really didn't see from each other.
Quinn nervousness built up even more when she saw her uncle. He looked tough, tattoos everywhere, neck, arms chest and probably on his legs if it wasn't for his jeans. He looked like an all-time Latino gangster. "Hey you must be..."
"Q-Quinn." Quinn filled in for him and he nodded his head with a smile, easing the fast pounding heart of Quinn. "I'm Uncle Joe, but most people call me Big Joe." He said and shook her hand. They pulled away and share one last warm smile. "So I guess we have to get you two runaway love birds a game plan." Uncle Joe said, walking over to the kitchen. "They're not dating." Juan said, going to the kitchen as well. Joe looked at them with a confuse face. "For real?" Quinn and Santana avoided looking at each other knowing they were blushing slightly. Quinn had no idea what was going with her. "Right, that's what I thought!" Juan exclaimed in disbelief. "Yeah they would make a cute couple." Joe smirked at them. "Okay Tio were not dating can we just past this." Santana said, trying to change the subject.