Brittany walked downstairs; allowing Quinn to sleep some more before school. Her mother was sat at the kitchen table with her father; and Shane was playing with a fire truck; whilst eating his second bowl of cereal.
Sarah looked up at Brittany's arrival; and the void of Quinn.
"Morning honey, how did you sleep?" Sarah walked over; and wrapped her arm around Santana's shoulder; kissing the top of her head affectionately.
"I'm worried about her, mom. I don't know what to do."
"There's nothing you can do, kiddo. You're not in charge of anything yet. I think we might have a solution; if Quinn agrees to it."
"If I agree to what?" Quinn's presence was now known as they all turned to see her; the bruising had gone down; but still noticeable.
"Quinn, as much as we love you; we do care for you... We have no room for another person regardless of who it is...-"
Quinn nodded
"I gathered this would happen. I am grateful for last night. I really need it; Mrs Pierce. I understand really."
"No, honey; we found you somewhere else."
"Where?"
Brittany looked to her mother; with a hint of a smile
"Santana's parents; they are more than willing to let you stay until graduation; well until you leave for college. They just want you to be safe... Santana filled them in; on your... Father."
Brittany's smiled went even wider
"Oh Quinn; this is great… Does San know; she never texted me?"
"Oh honey; Maria said she would tell Santana before school. Quinn, they think this will be the best thing for you; and we agree, honey. Do you want some time to think about this? God knows how hard this is on you."
"I think I'm gonna get ready for school…. Thank you; for everything. I am so grateful." Quinn quickly rushed back upstairs to avoid any more awkward conversations; as soon as she got into Brittany's room; her phone was vibrating against the floor; picking it up, Santana's name was flashing; "Hello?"
"Hey Roomie…" Santana's smirk was too obvious over the phone; Quinn laughed; "How did you sleep?"
"Like a baby, actually. Brittany is quite the cuddle monster; isn't she?"
"Of course, she loves cuddles… I thought you could bring your stuff to school; and drop them into my car. We can sneak into yours for the rest of your stuff after school… if you want."
"That sounds good, actually… I've stole clothes off Brittany for school; they're a little… longer."
"Damn those short genes, Fabray! Listen, I'll see you in school… I'm glad you're okay, Quinn. I think we let the past dictate our future. I know I don't want to lose you… Tell B not to be late."
"I love you, Santana. I mean you and Brittany are… my only true friends. I can't thank you enough; for yesterday. I was contemplating Rachel…. I'll see you soon."
"Bye…" Quinn heard the click on the end of the phone; and placed her phone on Brittany's bed, before slipping into a dress of Brittany's which came above the knee; she pulled her denim jacket on; and was sorting her make-up on; when Brittany walked in; wearing her Cheerio uniform.
"My parents were worried they were ambushing you. I don't know what they meant… but we're here for you." Brittany squeezed Quinn's shoulder; her blue eyes looked so worried, so concerned for her friend who at 17 had been through so much already without her parents support.
"Thanks, B. No… your parents are great. They truly care; and I can't thank them enough for helping me… Santana called me; she told me to remind you not to be late again. I guess you have a morning practice or meeting… I can't recall which Sue did."
Brittany giggled
"Only on Fridays…. She always reminds me too much."
"Britt, it is Friday."
"Oh crap!" Brittany grabbed her bag and looked to Quinn who was laughing, "Quinn, stop laughing. I'm gonna be late! Come on…"
Quinn followed a rushing Brittany to her car; waving to Brittany's parents; before clutching on the side of the car; as Brittany sped to school. After Quinn reminded Brittany about the Law; she slowed down; and made it barely on time to the Cheer meeting as Quinn was waiting on the bleachers; watching the 8 cheerleaders stand proudly in front of Sue, Santana and Becky. Although Santana looked like the head cheerio; she was only co-captain. A status she couldn't wait to change. Quinn watched as Santana was smiling at Brittany; and only at Brittany; sending sharp glares at everyone else; much as a defensive part of the Latina; but also as a warning, not to cross her. Quinn knew from experience how it was to be on the receiving part of Santana's anger.
The small pit of regret in Quinn's stomach, flared as she watched her two best friends in their cheerio uniforms; she missed it. She missed being popular by default; missed the power she had; the almost ruthless demand she had over everyone; even her friends who she had subjected to ridiculing depths; she distinctly remembers telling Sue about Santana's boob job; and watched as she struggled on the bottom of the pyramid; a position she selected to Sue herself.
"Was she better this way?" Quinn couldn't help but ponder whether her life was actually better being out of the squad; she couldn't actually remember a time where she was happy in the squad; without it involving two girls and an empty tent.
Santana and Brittany finished around 10 minutes after Quinn began playing Pac man on her phone; she noticed two shadows in front of her; and looked up to see lips pressed against each other before Santana rushed off. Brittany sat down next to Quinn.
"I told her, we'd meet her in glee…"
"Okay, let's go..."
Quinn and Brittany walked towards the choir room; taking the back seats; and saving on for Santana; which Puck ignored and sat down. Rachel and Finn immediately noticed Quinn's cheek; and proceed to ask her about it.
"Come on, Quinn. You look like someone punched you in the face. Did you get into a fight? Lima is a terrible place for knife crime… although I guess not that high…-"
"Nothing happened. I had a nightmare; and whacked my face into my bedside table. Luckily; I didn't break my nose on my lamp."
"Or she might have ended up looking like you."
Everyone turned to see Santana, walking over; she smiled mockingly; as she took a seat in front of Brittany; who smiled for Santana sticking up for Quinn; but kinda bad for Rachel who looked hurt.
"Oh grow up, Berry. I insult you constantly. One more won't kill you… But Finn, one more burger probably will kill you; so I suggest eating several, just to ensure you are completely dead."
"Ouch, Santana… I see you are still a judgemental little bitch! You know I thought being back in glee might make you be a little more polite…-"
"I'm sorry, you're boring me. Your neck fat is repulsing to me. I legit can't even look at your shadow anymore."
Santana crossed her arms against her chest; and proceeded to turn round and look at Brittany or Quinn until Mr Schuester arrived. Rachel and Finn sat on the other side; away from Santana, fearing for another insult fuelled rant.
"The three of us should have a sleepover tonight; we could watch movies, eat junk food… Sleep like a lot. We haven't hung out in so long."
"I know, Britt."
"Quinn, you up for it?"
"I think so; if San doesn't mind."
"I'm cool with it… My parents aren't home either, so it's not like they will notice."
Brittany smiled sadly; whilst squeezing Santana's shoulder; as Quinn bit her bottom lip unable to feel anything but the fact she felt like Santana's parents only agreed for her to stay so their daughter was alone constantly.
"I'll come round around 7… My parents want me to tidy my room before the weekend. I didn't really spring cleaning might actually cleaning… I thought she wanted me to collect flowers."
Santana smiled; and squeezed Brittany's knee
"I loved the flowers, you gave me."
Brittany crinkled her nose; before smiling brightly
"I would come and help you; but I'm stuck with Sue til 6…"
Santana's pout was plastered on fully; Quinn looked at her
"What does Sue want?"
"She's having trails… for a new Cheerio. She's getting rid of Britt."
Brittany laughed; and slapped Santana's arm playfully
"I'm kidding; Jamie, she's at the bottom of the pyramid. She sucks worse than you, Q; and you sucked bad."
"I didn't suck. I was captain twice… You haven't even been captain."
"You got kicked off twice! I'm co-captain!"
"Which means what? I still got accepted back even after I did shit. She doesn't appreciate you other she would have made you captain. She favours Becky over you."
Santana rolled her eyes; and Brittany touched Quinn's arm, gaining her attention.
"Quinn, just leave it."
Quinn nodded; and then watched as Brittany rubbed Santana's shoulders; leaning forward; and kissing her cheek lightly before leaning back and listening back to Mr Schuester; who bragging about some artist from the 1800s; who he wanted to cover. The bell rang; and Quinn stood up; walking beside Santana and Brittany who had linked pinkies as always. It was their thing.
"I have English with Tina. So see you later." Santana kissed Brittany's lips softly; rubbing her thumb against Brittany's cheek before smiling at Quinn; and walking off in the opposite direction.
Quinn followed Brittany to Maths; smiling as Brittany linked arms with her; and immediately claimed two seats at the back. They were half way through Maths; when Quinn noticed the ring on Brittany's marriage finger.
"Brittany, are you and San engaged?" Quinn whispered into Brittany's ear; who replied by giggling softly at the pure panic in Quinn's voice; she shook her head; before scribing something on a spare piece of paper.
'It's a promise ring… S gave it to me. I guess I forgot to mention it."
Quinn nodded at Brittany; and carried on with her work; not realising how her eyes were drawn to that piece of silver every time she looked up. The rest of the day was a unholy trinity blur; Quinn spent most of her time with them; or with the glee members. Quinn decided to go home; and grab some more clothes and stuff; and then meet Santana at school when she should be finished with Sue. They arrived at Santana's; where she showed Quinn her new room; it was bigger than her old one. It was next to Santana's; which meant it was harder to bump into her parents who were on the third floor.
Santana left Quinn to unpack her clothes; and get ready to hang out with Brittany; as she went to take a shower; and tidy up her bedroom. The doorbell rang 8 times; before Santana rushed down to answer it; Brittany jumped into her arms; enveloping her into a passionate kiss; dumping her bag on the floor
"Hey baby…"
"Hey, San… I missed you."
"I missed you too." Santana kissed her available lips once more before tugging her hand upstairs, carrying her bag for her, "Q, Britt's here."
Quinn walked out of her room; and immediately thrusted into yet another tight hug; they pulled away; and Santana wrapped a protective arm around Brittany's waist; nuzzling her face into Brittany's neck.
"I reckon we order pizza…"
"Good idea, San." Brittany rubbed Santana's hair, how the black tresses stuck lightly to Santana's vest from her recent shower, "Q, how was it grabbing more clothes?"
"My mom had… she packed them for me. I guess even she knows me too well."
"I have to burst your bubbled Q, but your mom's a bitch. She was a bitch when you got pregnant; a bitch afterwards… and she still is a bitch!"
"And yours isn't?" Quinn snapped back immediately; instantly regretting it as Santana was only being honest; her mother hadn't been there through the hard moments; swallowing hard; "Santana, I didn't mean that… I just…"
"You know what? My parents aren't perfect, Q… but they wouldn't beat me up or stand and watch. I hate to break it to you; but yours clearly would."
Quinn nodded
"Sorry."
"You're right. Listen… I want us to be friends. I don't want us to be awkward… I love you two so much; and you should know how much I clearly care about you."
"We are your friends, Quinn. We never stopped."
"Britt's right. We fight, we bitch… but nothing was supposed to change. Nothing has to. Come on; let's steal my dad's beer; order pizza… watch terrible films."
Quinn nodded; and broke into a smile; at seeing Brittany and Santana trying to coerced her into smiling; they immediately walked downstairs; ordered too much pizza, drank too many beers; and watch movies til late. Quinn fell asleep on the couch first. Santana and Brittany walked upstairs; softly not wanting to wake Quinn up; as they walked into Santana's bedroom.
Eager hands immediately tugging last remaining items of clothes; as bodies instantly moulded together as they laid flush against Santana's bed.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Santana replied honestly before kissing Brittany lightly; their hands already finding instant heat; relishing their effect on the other; Santana enter Brittany first; who responded with a soft moan directly above Santana's ear; and a thrust of two fingers into Santana.
Soft moans trying to mask their intense pleasure from the other; Santana kissing an available skin she could reach as Brittany worked her closer and closer to the edge; Brittany was now kissing down Santana's body; licking a protruding collarbone, but kissing the moist valley between her breasts; with the free hand now kneading the flesh; in a way Santana craved; as her mouth was now kissing the other breast, avoiding the now painfully erected nipple.
"Britt…" Santana's voice now raspier from moaning; "Please…"
Needing no more assistance; she latched on; and began sucking; before flicking the tip with her tongue; swirling the nub a few times; before biting down, to evoke a louder moan from Santana; ignoring the look of frustration on Santana's face; she began making her way further down. Now kissing individual ribs; making a memory for future reference as she reached her bellybutton. planting a sloppily kiss; before inhaling the familiar smell of her irlfriend's arousa; licking her lips as she watched her fingers pump in and out; coming out in more wetness than before; she leaned down; and placed a kiss to Santana's neglected clit; before flicking her tongue against the bundle of nerves and then taking it in her mouth; sucking it until she felt the familiar feeling of Santana' gripping her closer to her core; as she moaned Brittany's name loudly; her body going limp as her orgasm rippled through her until it subsided.
Brittany crawled up; and placed a chast kiss on Santana's awaiting lips; she pulled herself up; and pulled Brittany back into a more aggressive kiss; nipping lightly at a now bright pink bottom lip.
"My turn." Santana rasped with a daring smirk; as she flipped herself on top of Brittany; who smiled brightly at the fact it was her turn; kissing Brittany once more before kissing across her jaw, down towards the dancer's neck; Santana attacked with passion a turn on spot; one which made Brittany squirm for release early.
"San… Not fair!" Brittany was wearing a pout; as Santana nipped at the spot once more; before licking the length of her neck; reaching her torso. Humming in approval; as she greedily took the puckered nipple into her mouth; circling it with her tongue as it went more erected; before repeating the pattern on the neglected one.
"San, please…" Brittany's breathy plea sparked another wave of arousal through Santana's body; just knowing Brittany needed her now; she immediately alternated between short licks and pecks to the Blondes abs before pushing thighs apart more. Santana opened Brittany's outer lips; before leaning in; and blowing air over the now dripping core; the clit now throbbing in a painful aroused state; Brittany placed one hand lightly on top of Santana's head.
"Santana!" Brittany snapped; Santana chuckled, before lowering her mouth to give long, broad strokes to Brittany's core, her tongue persistent and eager to the sweet taste.
Soon, breathy little moans filled the room. Brittany had both hands on Santana's head now, urging her on to go deeper with tugs of black hair while she herself grinded her hips against Santana's face. She moaned Santana's name loudly when the other girl struck her tongue against her clit, and then sucked the bundle of nerves into her mouth.
Meanwhile, the index finger of Santana's left hand was teasing her entrance, circling it, occasionally pressing the tip inside; suddenly thrusting both the index and middle fingers inside; as Brittany grunted from the unexpected but not unwelcome intrusion. One more thrust as fingers curled against the constricting walls; Brittany's eased her thrusts; and soon released Santana's head from her grip.
Santana leaned up; and kissed Brittany; they stood up; and helped each other; get dressed before walked down stairs; and lying next to each other on the floor.
After a few minutes; Brittany rolled over; wrapping an arm around Santana's stomach; nuzzling her face into Santana's mane.
"I love you, B."
"I love you too, S."