AN: DDDD: I AM AN AWFUL PERSON! I'm so sorry I haven't updated, I've been writing down a oneshot-turned-40 page monster and I totally lost track of this! But here I am again, crawled out from under my rock, and also, I gotta say thanks to my reviewers, you make the rockin' world go 'round! :D

DISCLAIMER: I definitely own Glee….In my dreams. Not for reals, tho. Belongs to Fox and RIB and RM and a shit ton of people I have no clue who's names are.

The girls found themselves attached by their hands after eating their dessert walking around Santana's neighborhood to kill the leftover hour before they had to be back at the Lopez residence. Santana could think of many different ways they could be spending this hour, but Quinn promptly put a halt to that with a glare and a whispered "not in public!" The Latina seemed disgruntled, at least until Quinn had pulled her behind someone's car to make out for a little bit, ending Santana's minor tantrum.

Surprisingly enough, Santana was more nervous about eating dinner with her family than Quinn was. This is bullshit! Why is she not nervous at all about this? What if Mami asks about our sex life? ¡Dios mío, you know she will, she's my mother! She's worse than Brittany sometimes!

Quinn stopped abruptly, causing Santana to walk right into her and send both of them to the ground. Which she supposed was good, because sitting on the hood of her car was Brittany herself. She looked anxious, wringing her hands together. Almost guiltily. Santana glared at Quinn as if to say "what the fuck", but Quinn waved a hand, telling Santana not to draw attention to them. She pointed at Brittany, who was looking around, trying to find Santana, she guessed.

"Q, we need to leave. Like now," she stressed, looking petrified. Santana honestly didn't want a confrontation with the blonde dancer. Brittany broke her heart on numerous occasions, so what was she doing at her house?

"I think you should talk to her, San. As pissed as I'd be if she tried anything, it makes me sad that you guys aren't even friends anymore."

"But…" A sigh. "Fine, I'll talk to her. But promise you won't leave, okay? Even if she does try to kiss me or something."

Quinn pecked her on the lips and pushed her towards Brittany, biting her lower lip. Patience is a virtue, Fabray. You need to be willing to work with her. She's broken, and Britt broke her. You're broken, too. It sort of fits, ironically enough. Hell, you two work pretty well, in your own dysfunctional way.

"Hey, B," Santana started cautiously. Quinn could hear them clearly from the car she was ducked behind. "How are you?"

"San! I missed you!" The dancer threw her arms around Santana, crushing her in a bear hug. The dark-haired girl stiffened, looking rather uncomfortable at the contact. Brittany noticed this. "Are you okay, Sanny?" She let go of her friend and looked down at her with concerned eyes.

Santana sighed. Honesty is the best policy, Santi. "Not really, B. You really hurt me when you pulled that shit with Wheels." She wasn't good at the whole feelings thing. But Quinn wanted her to talk to Britt, so she'd try her best.

Brittany looked down, ashamed. "I know. I'm so sorry, San. We could…" she paused, thinking really hard for a moment before continuing. "Try again? I want to be with you. I broke up with Artie, you know. So we could be together."

Quinn had a feeling her friend was going to try to get Santana back, but could she really blame her? No, she thought. They were pretty much soulmates, until shit hit the fan. I just need to trust Santana.

Santana hadn't said anything yet; if anything, she was shocked into silence. She's seriously going to pull this now? I can't. I'm not going to. Tell her no, say something! But she couldn't. She's always had issues denying Brittany, and this was no exception. Come on, Lopez! Damnit, say something to her!

"I can't," was what Santana blurted out. Brittany looked crestfallen. "I'm seeing someone, Britt." That only served to make things worse. Brittany had tears in her eyes. "Come on, B, don't cry." The Latina was beginning to get angry. This was exactly what went down at her locker a few weeks ago. Now, as Prom neared, Brittany suddenly wanted her? No, things didn't work that way. "You don't get to do this, Britt. This is exactly how you made me feel after we sang Landslide. I stopped being scared of everything and you said you wanted Robo-Cripple. So you can go back to Limp Dick and leave me the fuck alone."

She turned on her heel and stormed into her house, slamming the door behind her. Quinn immediately pulled out her phone and punched in some numbers before hitting the call button. It rang a few times before Santana answered.

"What?" She snarled viciously. Her voice was thick; she'd been crying.

"It's me, San, is the door unlocked?"

A sigh. "Si, mi cielo. Come in."

Quinn released the breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Okay. I'll be right there, San." She hung up after a she heard a sniffly affirmative and shoved her phone back into her pocket. She stood and dusted herself off before jogging to the Lopez's front door, entering swiftly and not looking to see if Brittany saw her.

Mrs. Lopez stood in the kitchen, preparing their dinner. "Brittany?" she said, spotting Quinn near the door. The blonde nodded sadly. Maria sighed. "Santi's up in her room. Welcome to our home, by the way." She shot Quinn a small smile, which she gladly returned before heading upstairs.

She knocked lightly on the door. "Tana?" She got a sniffle in response. "Come on, San, open up." She waited, hoping Santana would let her in. She heard mumbles from the other end. "What was that?" she asked, in case it was meant for her.

"I said it's open!" Santana shouted. She should've known talking to Brittany was a bad idea. Everything involving the dancer and herself always ended up with one or both of them getting hurt. She heard the door open and shut, and felt her mattress dip with Quinn's added weight. She immediately curled up into the blonde, gripping her shirt and nuzzling into her neck. She needed physical contact right now. She felt Quinn's arms circle her waist and smiled, the tears slowing in their rush to escape. Santana sniffled again before uttering a soft "thanks". Quinn chuckled and brought one hand up to run through the thick, dark hair.

"You know, you are really feisty and stubborn, San," Quinn said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. It worked.

Santana giggled. "Yeah, well, I'm the baddest bitch around, what do you expect? Gots to keep up appearances, babe."

Quinn snorted. "Babe?" She asked softly. She felt Santana tense against her.

"Yeah…Is that okay?" Why are you nervous? Fuck, this is new; too many emotions, I gotta get outta here—NO. No, I don't. I can do this. I said I'd try, and I actually want to.

Quinn smiled serenely. "Yeah, I like it. What did you call me earlier, on the phone? In Spanish," she questioned.

Santana blushed and murmured something.

"Speak up, San, I can't hear you."

"Mi cielo." She said in Spanish, trying to get out of telling her the meaning. It didn't work though, Quinn say right through her deflection.

"English, please," she chuckled.

"My angel," Santana said, burying her face in Quinn's chest. Her cheeks were burning in embarrassment. Quinn laughed at the girl's antics.

"It's sweet. I like that one, too. Huh. I have two nicknames and you have none." Quinn teased.

"Just call me 'yours' and I'm good, babe." Santana flirted back.

Quinn yanked on her hair playfully. "Cornball," she said, chuckling. This is nice. Just chilling like this. She's so vulnerable right now, and I'm getting to see it. She's never like this.

"Hija, Quinn! Dinner!" Mrs. Lopez shouted up the stairs. Santana sat up and grabbed a tissue from the box on her nightstand, wiping her face quickly. She checked herself in her phone's screen, too lazy to get up and cross the room to use the mirror, and stood, pulling Quinn up with her. The momentum caused Quinn to end up right against the tanned girl, who captured Quinn's lips with her own. They shared a few soft kissed before hearing another shout from downstairs.

"Santi, conseguir su culo flaco aquí para comer antes de llamar a tu padre y dile queestás teniendo sexo lésbico en su casa!"

Santana pulled away and looked absolutely appalled. "Mami! ¿Por qué dices eso? No es cierto ... Oh, Dios mío, ma!"

Quinn shot her a questioning look. "What did she say?"

Santana shook her head. The blonde glared at her. She sighed. "She said to get downstairs before she calls Papi and tells him we were getting it on, Lesbo style." Quinn could tell she was paraphrasing, but that was the general tone of the exchange.

"Oh my God…" She dropped her head onto Santana's shoulder to hide her embarrassment.

"As much as I love holding you, we should really get downstairs, cause she will carry out her threats." Santana threaded their fingers together as they headed downstairs.

Reaching the kitchen, she glared at her mother before pulling out a chair at the island for Quinn. The blonde sat down with a smile, and Santana took the seat next to her, resting her hand on Quinn's thigh. Maria put plates of chicken and rice down in front of each of them. Immediately, Santana dug in; this was her favorite dish.

"So, Quinn. I see you and Santana have been getting quite…close in the past day or two…" Mrs. Lopez trailed off, smirking. Santana choked on her food.

"Mami! At the dinner table?"

"Well I want to make sure you're being safe!"

"It's not like we can knock each other up, Mami!"

"Well, obviously, unless Quinn's got extra equipment—"

"Mom!"

"And STDs! Your father sees young people coming in left and right with them! Have you been tested, Quinn? I make Santi get tested once every couple of months, just to be sure—"

"MA!"

"Ohmygod," Quinn muttered. Her mother is insane. No, she's worried about both of your health. Yeah, but…she's so…blunt about it. She's Santana's mom; she the resemblance? True…

"Okay, okay, I get it. Cálmate, niña. Sólo estoy preocupado." Maria chuckled out.

Santana groaned and rested her head on the table beside her plate. Well this is going well, she thought. Not. This sucks. Mom's asking the most embarrassing questions on the face of the planet, in front of my girlfriend, no less. Girlfriend…I like the sound of that… She squeezed Quinn's leg and inched her fingers upward, wondering how far she could get before her mother noticed. Challenge accepted. She moved them upwards, just barely grazing the hem of Quinn's panties before the blonde took her hand in a vice grip.

"Tana! At the dinner table?" she exclaimed mimicking the Latina. Santana shot her a look that said "shut up". Maria looked between the girls with something akin to amusement.

"Hands on the table, Hija. If you're as frisky as your Papi was—"

"Oh-kay, Ma, TMI." Santana sputtered out. Her mom cackled in response before giving her a pointed look. She sighed and slapped both hands on the table. "Happy, Mami?"

"Very," she giggled.

The remainder of dinner went on quite normally, aside from the occasional awkward comment from Mrs. Lopez. The teens went back up to Santana's room to "gets their cuddles on", as Santana so intelligently put it. They popped in Across the Universe and laid down together on the bed. Not halfway through the movie, both girls fell asleep.

A few hours later found Dr. and Mrs. Lopez leaning against the door frame, gazing at the girls with smiles on their faces. Quinn and Santana had fallen asleep wrapped around each other, and Maria couldn't help but coo at their cuteness. Andres chuckled at his wife and shook his head.

"They fit perfectly together," she muttered. "It's nice to see Santi not broken. I think she could fall in love with Quinn easily, and I think Quinn could fall the same way."

"Indeed," he sighed contentedly. His baby girl was growing up so fast. He pulled Maria gently down the hall to their room so as to let the girls sleep in peace.

Si, mi cielo-Yes, my angel

¡Dios mío- Oh my God

Hija-daughter

Santi, conseguir su culo flaco aquí para comer antes de llamar a tu padre y dile queestás teniendo sexo lésbico en su casa!- Santi, get your skinny ass down here to eat before I call your father and tell him you're having lesbian sex in his house!

¿Por qué dices eso? No es cierto ... Oh, Dios mío, ma!- Why would you say that? We're not…Oh my God, Ma!

Cálmate, niña. Sólo estoy preocupado-Calm down, baby girl. I'm just worried