The early morning sun rays shined through the open curtains; Brittany's face crinkled in annoyance at the unwelcome light; she rolled over; and met a warm back; she smiled and nuzzled her face into the smooth skin; moving closer; she pressed their lips to the skin.
"Britt, do you want some bacon?"
Brittany pulled back and met a white back; she looked to the voice, and met Santana's figure; she was wearing shorts and a vest; her hair kind of wild but sexy. Brittany smiled; and nodded; she looked back and poked Quinn, in the back; she turned over.
"Sorry."
"It's fine, Britt. It's not like you meant to do it. I take it that's how you wake San up."
Brittany laughed
"No, normally I just settle in between her legs and just-"
"Britt, please don't finish that." Quinn's interruption made Brittany nod in thought; before helping her stand up; they both walked into the kitchen, Santana was plating up three plates.
"I made coffee... Sweet for my baby."
Santana walked t Brittany, and passed her a Disney mug; along with a chaste kiss on her cheek.
"And… Bitter for my Quinnie."
Santana passed Quinn a plain yellow mug; and winked before walking to her chair; and sitting down opposite them, she began sipping her coffee; as the two blondes began eating quickly, soon realising how hungry they were.
"So do you wanna hit the mall or maybe the movies?"
Quinn and Santana looked over to Brittany at her options; Santana shrugged her shoulders; before looking at Quinn.
"Mall or movies, Q?"
"I don't mind."
Santana rolled her eyes
"I needs to get my wax on, so I vetoing the movies… besides buy a movie; and we can watch it here."
"Wax? Didn't you already do that last week?"
"I get it done every two weeks, Britt. You know this already, you go with me every time. I think you get off on my pain." Santana stood up; and dumped her empty mug in the sink; Brittany laughed, before seeing Quinn's interested face about their sex life; and whether Brittany actually caused Santana pain for her pleasure.
"I don't remember that far ahead."
"So mall it is then?"
"Yes, Q…. You and Britt can hit some stores whilst I go to the waxing salon." Santana looked at Quinn and Brittany for agreement which they both nodded, "Cool… Let's get ready."
They walked upstairs to their bedrooms; Quinn got dressed in hers; as Santana and Brittany got ready in Santana's bedroom. They were ready at around half 11; Santana drove them into town; they parked in car park; and walked inside; Santana and Brittany linked pinkies; as Quinn walked beside them. Brittany was tying her shoe laces when Santana turned to Quinn who was biting her bottom lip.
"So are you gonna get a job or something?"
"What? Why?"
"To I don't know… buy things. Isn't that what you do with money?"
"Yeah… Have… Did your parents ask you to tell me?"
Quinn's tone was harsh, and almost defensive; Santana glared at her; and Quinn slowly leaned back, not wanting to argue.
"My parents literally couldn't care if you moved into the kitchen, and decided to sleep there; as long as you didn't interrupt the coffee or alcohol. I meant… It must suck, using the money you've been saving up for college."
"How did you know I was saving up for college?"
"Isn't everyone doing that?"
Santana re-linked her pinkie to Brittany, as they began walking back around; Quinn followed them
"I'm not." Santana smiled affectionately at Brittany's answer; and squeezed her pinkie; Quinn smiled at the action.
"I'm saving up for the both of us, Britt. Remember?"
"Oh yeah, our plan, New York, right?"
"That's right. Listen, Q… I'm not your mother; you can do what you want; I just don't want your ass whining when you realise you have no money for college; because you spent it all on sex toys for your late nights, thinking of your adorable but totally straight midget."
"I'm not into Rachel. I'm not gay, Santana. Not everyone is."
Brittany bit her bottom lip; as Santana's eyes flickered from the ground to Quinn's eyes, she smirked; and slowly clicked her tongue against her teeth.
"Britt, I'll call you when I'm done."
Brittany nodded; and Santana smiled; before lightly pecking her lips; Brittany's squeezed her hand, before letting Santana walk off. Quinn smiled as Brittany looked at her.
"I don't get why you have to argue with her." Brittany's voice showed her confusion, as they walked pasted a few shops, looking for a jewellery shop; Quinn walked beside her.
"I don't want to… She just loves to piss me off."
"She's not pissing you off intentionally, Quinn. You know she's not like that."
"She's exactly like that… to everyone except you."
Brittany rolled her eyes; before just nodding; and walking to her shop; Quinn followed her, remaining close.
"I wanna get a promise ring for San. So we're promised to each other." Quinn smiled at Brittany's excited expression
"That's nice... What kind? Similar to yours?"
"Yeah, San has good taste." Brittany walked off to the opposite side, where different rings were positioned; Quinn bit her bottom lip.
"Yeah she does." Quinn murmured quietly before following Brittany for about half an hour before she finally picked a ring she wanted; they paid and walked out; Quinn and Brittany then sat down on the bench, as Brittany texted Santana; to find out how long she was going to take. Santana met up with them a few minutes later; and they went shopping for a few new clothes for Quinn. They then drove to Brittany's as they were going to drop her off.
"Babe, can you walk me to the door?"
Santana nodded, and walked Brittany to the front door; she leaned against the door frame, arching her body into Santana's direction.
"Is anything wrong? You've been quiet all day." Santana slowly pulled on some of Brittany's bangs, letting her fingers stroke her cheek; she looked up at Brittany's eyes.
"Sorry…" Brittany offered a small smile; before turning to open the door; Santana's hand gripped Brittany's wrist loosely, stopping her from leaving.
"Please Britt, I don't know what I've done wrong." Brittany turned round at the sound of Santana's voice, she turned back.
"San, it's not you. I just… I don't wanna ruin my surprise for you. I'm not subtle; and I'll end up telling you if I spend more time with you. How about we hang out after Cheerios on Monday?"
Santana smiled; and nodded
"That's sounds good actually."
"I always have good plans… So don't kill Quinn tonight, she's going through a lot… you know."
"She's in denial. She needs to get out of the closet; and open up! I'll call you later."
"Okay, bye San."
Santana smiled; and leaned in and pecked her lips softly; as Brittany winked; and opened the front door, walking in; she closed the door. Santana then walked back to the car, and climbed in; she ignored Quinn, as she drove back to her house; they got out; and walked inside. Santana dropped her keys on the table before kicking her shoes off; Quinn glared softly at her.
"Chill, Rosita's working today."
"Rosita?"
"Our maid."
Quinn nodded
"Where is she?"
Santana shrugged her shoulders, before pointing to the kitchen, Quinn followed after her; and sat on a chair, as Santana began rooting through the fridge.
"Do you want anything?"
"No."
"Fine, be like that. I'm starving though."
Santana grabbed some turkey; and began making a sandwich; Quinn was watching her from the kitchen table. Quinn sipped her vitamin water; that Santana passed her before.
"Why do you drink this? It tastes horrible." Quinn placed the bottle on the counter, before pouring herself some water
"Sue said to drink it; it'll replace water…"
"San, that's not healthy."
"Good thing I didn't ask you." Santana's mouth was in a straight line, her eyes still staring at her now made sandwich; Quinn bit her lip; and Santana picked it up; and took a huge bite out of it, humming in approval; she winked at Quinn, before grabbing Quinn's vitamin water and walking out towards her bedroom; Quinn followed after her.
"Wanna play a game?"
Quinn's wandering eyes went from Santana's black bedroom walls to her face, she was wearing a playful expression, and Quinn nodded.
"Sit…"
Quinn walked to the edge of her bed, and sat down; Santana leaned to the side; and opened her drawer, and pulled out, a worn book; she turned back to face Quinn; and placed it in Quinn's lap.
"No one's ever read it… besides me and Britt. It's got everything in it." Santana's voice was soft, and almost bashful; Quinn smiled, at Santana's nerves as she deemed it was; Santana opened the book, "From my parents' marriage becoming a convenience, to meeting you, to losing my virginity, to getting a boob job… to falling in love. I want you to become a part of it; Q. We were friends, we are friends… I don't wanna lose you when we leave for college."
"San, this is personal."
"We're friends."
"I know, but… this is really personal."
"Fine…" Santana took the book and opened it; at a random page; she looked up at Quinn's brown eyes, before looking back down, "16th of September; my parents were arguing again… This time I managed to leave before my father involved me… I went to Britt's. She's the… only one who understands. Ironic considering it's Britt. She held me til I fell asleep again. I would tell her I love her again… but the thought of her explaining her somewhat relationship with wheels again. The pain would be too much."
Santana looked up at Quinn, her eyes were glossy like she was going to cry; Santana bit her lip.
"She was the only one there for you… and you didn't want her to be." Santana nodded, at Quinn's voice; Santana slowly met her eyes.
"She wasn't there in the way I wanted."
"And she is now?" Santana's eyebrow crinkled in confusion at Quinn's answer; she placed the book down, and slowly tapped her fingers against the pages, building up courage to ask what Quinn meant; Quinn's decided to speak again, "I'm just wondering is she there in the way you want now? I mean our things good between you two? Trouble always seems to find you two…"
"Nothing is gonna come between us. We're soul mates… we belong together."
Quinn scoffed
"Soul mates? No one belongs to anyone, San. I must admit I find it hard to believe you actually believe that."
"You can believe what you want, Quinn… but when Britt and I are married and happy; and you're still hiding in the closet your true feelings about women."
"I'm not gay… I don't know how I feel… I sure as hell don't appreciate you making it a joke."
Quinn got up; and slowly walked out, slamming the door behind her; Santana rolled her eyes; she almost laughed at the action.
Does she actually believe I'm gonna come running after her? Believe me… Lopez doesn't run after anyone; a certain Brittany is not included. I've been alone for most of my life; I'm sure I can handle another night without you.
Santana picked up her book; and put it back into her drawer; she walked to her bedroom door; and locked the door; walking back to the dressing table, she picked up her letter from her Grandmother; and re read it; before writing a reply; keeping into consideration what Brittany said about asking to meet soon or at least for her to think about it; Santana then sneaked out of her bedroom window to post it; wanting Quinn to worry a little bit; she deserved it. Acting like the whole wide world was on her back; get over it. So what if your father doesn't appreciate the fact you like women as well as men? It's not your choice or his; you deal with it; you don't act like the world is ending.
Santana was climbing back into her bedroom, after she walked from the post box; Quinn snapped her bedroom window open, her glare firmly on Santana.
"Hey Quinnie…"
Santana winked, and slid her body through the window, Santana opened her bedroom door; and came to Quinn, who was waiting.
"I came to apologise."
"Okay."
"That's it?"
"I'm not a loser, Quinn. You apologised, then we're okay…. but if you think I would ever make a joke out of your sexuality; you're mistaken. I just want you to be honest, you're awesome, Q…. and you sure as hell don't have to hide it." Quinn nodded, and Santana smiled, "I just don't want you to look back… and regret how you handled it… I already know I am."
"You're right. I don't wanna hide who I am… I just… I'm so confused. I wish I was like you… or Britt. You know sure of who I am… or rather who I like."
"You like men and women, Quinn… You just you're scared. You are Lucy Quinn Fabray, you're the girl who unfortunately got knocked up by the worst boy ever, and you got your finger broken by Finn during a movie marathon… You are the same person, Q… You're just more accepted by yourself."
"Thank you."
Quinn leaned in, and wrapped her arms around Santana, who warmly accepted the hug; tightening her arms around Quinn.
"I'm so glad you're here, San… I really need some friends."
"I'll always be here for you."