So this chapter is just a tad raunchy, but only mildly!
There's been a lot of reviews and messages and what have you, worrying that Brittana will not come out strong, as of right now I'm not quite positive how I'm going to end it, but all I'm going to say is that Brittana is my OTP
Enjoy and please review!
By four o'clock they were discharged from Glee practice. But before Santana could throw the piano at Casey Fabray's head for leaving with Brittany, she was approached by the older Fabray before departing from the choir room.
"Santana,"
"Wuddup, Q?" Santana asked, watching Casey and Brittany slip out of sight, then finally placing her eyes, irritated, on her friend.
"I'm sorry." Quinn admitted, looking to her feet. The room was now empty with just the two girls.
"For what, Quinn?"
"For Puck's party." Quinn squirmed in her standing position and looked back at the brunette. After she had apologized to Brittany on Saturday, memories of the night were coming back to her rapidly. With the newly recalled information, Santana knew Quinn had nothing to be sorry for. "I shouldn't have confronted you like that. It wasn't appropriate."
"Careful, Quinn, you're beginning to sound like Berry," Santana said lightly, attempting to conclude their discussion.
"Santana, I'm serious." She said sincerely, grabbing the Latina's shoulder gently to steady her.
"Q, don't be ridiculous." Santana finally began earnestly. "It wasn't cool of me to have acted that way..." Even though her feelings of pure detestation did not change for her friend's sister, she knew what the blonde wanted to hear. "And I shouldn't have said that about your sister," Santana rolled her eyes, but Quinn seemed not to have noticed. "You're my friend, and she's your sister, so I guess I have to... restrain myself," She knew it was true, but that wasn't going to stop her from ripping off the freshman's face the next time she even caught the girl looking at Brittany.
"I really appreciate that San," Quinn smiled brightly, and put a thankful hand on Santana's shoulder. Then Quinn got exceptionally close, like she did at the party, but this time it was less menacing. "And I won't let her take Brittany from you." Quinn whispered into Santana's ear. She then withdrew herself and sent her friend a sympathetic smile before turning on her heel and exiting the Choir Room.
Quinn felt tremendously uncomfortable as she drove her car, Brittany deciding to sit in the back with Casey today. She felt like a third wheel. She didn't even know what the fellow blonds were giggling about, but she kept a vigilant eye on them, so as to make sure nothing too intense went on. Relief washed through her as they reached the Pierce home. Brittany unbuckled, keeping her eyes on Casey, smiling for a reason she couldn't rationalize. Then Casey shimmied across the seat surface and followed Brittany out the open car door. Her original intention was just to advance to the front seat, but when the tall girl acknowledged her exit of the car and pulled her into a tight hug, even the lingering anger left from the incident this morning didn't stop her from happily sighing into the embrace.
"See you later," Brittany whispered. And she released herself from Casey's grip to flee back into her home.
Casey slid dazedly into the passenger seat of her sisters car, a ditsy grin on her face as she buckled.
Quinn watched her skeptically before she turned the keys and pulled out of Brittany's driveway. They drove in silence for awhile, Casey not exactly noticing the fact they weren't talking.
"We should tell mom." Quinn finally said to break the silence.
"Tell mom what?" Casey replied after a moment.
"That both her daughters are gay." Quinn knew the face that was on her sister even with her eyes focused on the road- confused and stunned.
"Girl, you crazy." Casey said, jokingly.
"Why?" The older girl asked. Casey shifted a bit in her seat.
"You're pretty much sitting her down to be like "LOL, you're never getting biological grandkids, we can't go to Church anymore, and oh, did I mention all the times you thought Rachel and I were upstairs studying when really we were fu-"
"Shut up, Casey," Quinn punched her sister on the shoulder out of the corner of her eye. "That's not... entirely true..."
"What, you were really learning about the French Revolution?" Casey asked disbelievingly.
"Well... no. That's true, but not about the other things." Quinn got momentarily dazed thinking about when Rachel would come over and try to force Quinn to study for their History test and ended up just having the best sex they ever had.
She was shaken back to reality when her sister asked: "How do you figure?"
"Well... there's still artificial insemination." Quinn began, lacing her ideas together. "And maybe the church wouldn't care..."
"Quinn, do remember the boys from Dalton who used to go to our Church?" The freshman asked, and the older blonde nodded. "When they came out as dating, I used to overhear the pastor saying terrible things about them. So, we could go, we would just be mentally shanked over and over."
"Well, we're not telling the church, we're telling mom." Quinn said quietly, feeling defeated.
"Well, she already knows about me." Casey said matter-of-factly, leaning back into the cushion of her seat.
"Incorrect, she's assumed about you." Quinn smiled, "I'm surprised she doesn't know about me, already."
"Well, you and I both know Mom isn't the brightest." Casey smiled, eliciting a quick glance from Quinn, "I'm kidding! But... as far as straight girls go... you look like one."
"You can't look straight, Casey." Quinn declared.
"Ha!" The younger girl released a strained laugh. "Of course you can, Quinnie." Casey teased using the nickname that made Quinn feel like a child.
"Enlighten me, Ceec-" Quinn's mouth stopped over the word Ceecee, when she recalled the only one who used to call her sister that name was their father. She corrected herself uncomfortably "Casey?"
Her sister ignored the slip-up almost swiftly. It made sense, she'd been having to deal with the same slip-ups since 6th grade when teachers and family friends hadn't gotten the memo that the Fabray father hadn't decided to stick around.
"It gets pretty obvious who's gay and who isn't after awhile. And without Berry attached to your face... I wouldn't be surprised if you were the victim of a mistaken perception."
"You're fifteen, Casey." Quinn rolled her eyes. "How would you know?"
"Exactly. I'm fifteen. Old for my grade and old for my age." The freshman began. "But my gaydar has been up and running since 5th grade."
"And I don't look gay?" The senior questioned.
"Exactly." Casey almost looked pleased with herself.
"Would you be offended if I said I didn't really want to look ...gay?" Quinn asked, not even being able to conceal the smile on her face purely from the weirdness of this conversation.
"I wouldn't. Rachel might." Casey laughed to herself.
"Whatever, this isn't even the point..." Quinn said, contradicting her mind which was still racing with curiosity, "We need to tell mom."
"I don't feel the slightest obligation to do so, but feel free, Q." Casey vocalized as they pulled into their own driveway. "But I mean, it'd probably be much easier for you and Rachel to sneak around like you do, rather than her intruding every five minutes to ask if you want some chocolate milk and a ring pop. Which would happen if you told her." Then the girl exited the car, leaving her sister to think about how gross chocolate milk and a ring pop would taste.
Rachel moaned quietly as Quinn's hands roamed under her top. They were spread across Quinn's bed, the blonde on top of the brunette, when Quinn's free hand hovered above the button of Rachel's jeans. That's when the diva caught her breath and placed a protesting grip on the blonde's lower wrist. It was about 2 o'clock in the morning and Judy Fabray had no idea Rachel Berry was anywhere near her house or her daughter... let alone inside of them...
"Your mom," Rachel forced out breathlessly.
"Um... what about her?" Quinn whispered, puzzled, keeping her hand in the same position.
"She'll hear us." Rachel explained, generating a hollow laugh out of Quinn.
"We've done... this while she was around before." Quinn reasoned, moving forward and attempting to unbutton the jeans before Rachel's hand pulled again.
"That time... those times.. were when I wasn't aware of her presence and she was downstairs not in the room directly beside us sleeping." Rachel said cocking her head to meet Quinn's eyes. "I don't want her to wake up..."
"Well, me neither, but we can keep quiet."
"If she knows I'm here, she's going to flip out and... and kick me out and hate me." Rachel said.
"I think your being irrational."
"I just want her to like me!" The lower girl whispered loudly.
"Please, Rachel, of course she likes you." Quinn finally removed her hands from both locations, and rolling over to lay next to her girlfriend. "She adores you." Quinn kept a hushed tone as she wrapped her arms around the smaller girl's torso, staring into her eyes.
"She adores me as 'Rachel Berry, Quinn's friend'." Rachel whispered, tucking stray hair behind Quinn's ear. "But would she adore me as 'Rachel Berry, Quinn's girlfriend'?" Rachel asked.
"I adore you whatever you are." Quinn said gently, squeezing her girlfriend tighter, eliciting a smile from the shorter girl. Rachel's toes were cold, so Quinn took them in between her calves to warm them.
"I know you do Quinn, but in the end it's not going to be you who decides whether or not you can stay at my house on school nights, and it won't be you who gives permission for me to take you to prom," The brunette explained thoughtfully, tracing patterns along Quinn's exposed shoulder.
"She won't be able to stop me." Quinn moved her hand up to Rachel's tracing fingers, and quickly kissed them before Rachel continued tracing.
"I don't like all this sneaking around." Rachel said sadly. "It's been almost a year and... and I want to be able to hold your hand at the dinner table, and kiss you on the couch when your mom invites me to stay for movie nights."
"I've... I've been thinking of telling her lately." Quinn said quietly, looking down.
"You have?" Rachel's eyes brightened, pausing the patterns being traced on her girlfriend's shoulder.
"Of course I have, Rach..." Quinn began, each word practically tormenting her. "But- but I can't tell her just yet." And Rachel's eyes fell, breaking Quinn's heart. "I just... it's been such a chill and easy year, I've never been happier." The brunette's eyes rose to meet hazel again, smiling subtly. "But if my mom knows, she's either going to be too cool with it... or she's going to be jumping down our throats and monitoring us all the time. Both ways we're never going to have any alone time."
"Too cool, Quinn?" Rachel inquired whispering.
"I dunno... asking if there's some kind of lesbian sex contraceptives she can buy us or-"
"Quinn, she's not the Mom from Mean Girls." Rachel said a little too loudly, causing Quinn to bring her hand up to the brunette's mouth shhh-ing her.
"I'm sorry." Quinn said quietly, reestablishing the appropriate tone of voice needing to be used. "I just can't tell her just now." Rachel opened her mouth to counter her, but then soon after closed it.
"I should go," The small girl finally said, rolling off to the end of the bed.
"Rach..." Quinn sat up.
"No, I really should go." Rachel said softly, not angry or upset, just softly. "I have a Spanish test first period and I'm never going to get there on time if I'm rushing out of here at 6 o'clock." She pulled on her blue Vans and tiptoed toward the door. As a response, Quinn hopped out of her bed and beat Rachel to the door, barely, blocking it, back pressed against the knob uncomfortably.
"Then leave at 5:30." Quinn suggested.
"I can't, Quinn." Rachel said gently, still conscious of a sleeping Judy Fabray in the next room.
"Why did you even come here then?" Quinn asked, a little bitterly. "I know that I'm a good kisser, but even that wouldn't have cause for your presence at the Fabray household at like midnight."
"Try 2:30," Rachel sighed, holding up a loose pink watch.
"2:30, wow you really must love me." Quinn teased as Rachel reached for the knob again, but she shifted her body in front of it once more.
"This is really immature of you, Quinn." Rachel said like a teacher to a kindergartener who pasted macaroni to their hair. "I have to go" Rachel whispered again.
"What can I say? I'm immature, and stupid and irrational, but admit it, Berry, you love it." Quinn smiled, forcing a restrained grin from her girlfriend, touching her palm to the other girl's cheek.
"I love you." Rachel said calmly kissing the hand Quinn put on her cheek, then giving it back to her girlfriend. "But I have to leave, okay?" Rachel said, concluding the conversation. Quinn nodded her head and moved aside so Rachel could exit, but not before Rachel leaned up and planted an unexpected kiss to the blonde's lips.
Quinn walked her quietly down the stairs and kissed her goodbye as she left out the front door and watched out the window as her girlfriend pulled out in one of her Dads' Suzukis.
Quinn ventured into the dark kitchen to get herself a glass of ice water. She carried it back down the hallway, and dragged herself up the staircase to the upper floor, but as she was walking towards the cracked open door of her room, she hears muffled sound coming from her sister's bedroom. Quinn cautiously and silently opened the door to Casey's pitch black room, barely making out the deflated shape of her sister sleeping.
"Oh, please, Casey, I know you're awake, and I know you're on your computer." Quinn said quietly flicking on the bedroom light. Casey turned over wide-eyed and guilty looking.
"Don't tell mom?" Casey suggested, a forced, innocent smile on her pale face.
"I won't tell mom." Quinn agreed, stalking miserably over to Casey's bed to sit on the end, shifting her sister's legs to the side. Casey sat up and removed her laptop from beneath the sheets and set it carefully on the floor beside her.
"I thought Rachel was staying over?" The freshman asked.
"She left." Quinn pouted, sitting criss-crossed on the blue sheets.
"Trouble in paradise?" Casey mocked harmlessly.
"Yes, and hardly paradise." Quinn took a sip of her ice water.
"Do tell," Casey said, quirking an eyebrow much like her sister loves to.
"We had an argument... About telling mom about us."
"She doesn't want mom to know?" The young girl asked, interested.
"No, I don't want mom to know." Quinn looked up to find her sister's eyes staring at her, confused.
"Quinn, were you not just totally for letting mom know about our rainbow pride this afternoon?" Casey asked squinting.
"I know.. I just, a lot about what you said got to me," And Casey felt a sudden wave of guilt engulf her body.
"Oh, Q... I'm sorry..." Casey began, not entirely sure what to say. "What do I know? I'm fifteen. My opinions aren't worth you and Rachel getting in a lovers quarrel over."
"It wasn't all about you," Quinn took a massive swig of her ice water. "I just like the way things are with us right now... and I don't want to scare her away." The senior said gently. "And I feel like if mom knew it would just fuck everything up."
"Listen, blondie," Casey sat completely upright in her bed, meeting Quinn's eyes with her own, "You couldn't scare her away if you tried. Rachel is completely and entirely in love with you. It almost freaks me out a little bit." The younger girl drew a smile from her sister. Casey then slid to the far side of the bed, and rolled the sheets on the other side down, signaling her sister to get in. They did this sometimes. If one sister was completely upset, or lost, or whatever. Or if they had enough from their mom, they would sleep in the same bed. It would usually be in Quinn's bed; Quinn was the strong one, Casey got scared easily.
"Casey?" Quinn asked when the lights were off, her glass was on the bedside table, and she was snuggled comfortably next to her sister.
"Yeah Quinn?" The two girls were not quite spooning, they weren't touching, except for Casey's single arm which was slung over Quinn's torso.
"Do you miss him?" Quinn asked, nearly silently, and Casey knew exactly who she was talking about.
"I miss who he was." Casey admitted. Looking half-heartedly around the room, looking for pictures of him, but she didn't expect to find any, because they left as quickly as he did. "Before the pregnancy, before the cheating. Frankly now, I'm glad he's gone." The freshman uttered. The sisters hadn't talked about their father in months. It was even rarer the spoke of him around their mother, but something in both girls for some reason had been expectant that this conversation would come up.
Then both girls grew silent, and tired. After minutes they were both asleep.