SORRY for the long wait. I won't bore you with excuses... University sucks ass; just know that. Here is this chapter. Enjoy :) Spanish is due to Google ;)
Santana was lying on her bed; her legs dangling off the edge; she muttered some Spanish under her breath as she heard her mother shout up the stairs about tidying her room.
Santana rolled her eyes; and looked around; it was fairly clean; easy get through another few days without cleaning it. The only job Rosita was banned from doing. Feel free for cleaning our shit in the bathroom; but untidy bedrooms are a miss!
'I wonder what Britt's doing.. Probably feeding Lord Tubs another dinner. Hmmm she asked me to call her later; so I wouldn't be too grumpy at dinner... Fuck..'
Santana heard footsteps on the stairs; immediately sensing it was her mother, planning a sneak attack of her; she rolled off her bed, not preparing herself with the short journey directly to the floor; and banged her face on the carpet.
"Shit." Santana mumbled
"Oh my... San, are you okay?!" Quinn panicked, immediately helping Santana back on the bed; she was brushing her hair from her face; and just inspecting for any injuries; "I think you're alright. Do you feel..."
Quinn trailed off; as she met Santana's eyes; watching as Santana nodded.
"I feel fine; just fell." Santana said; "I was napping; must have.. Rolled off the bed."
Quinn laughed; "It sounds like you..."
"Thanks, Q..." Santana mumbled, rubbing her sore chin; "Anyway, what are you doing?"
Quinn watched as Santana rolled to the other side of the bed; and stretched out; Quinn bit her bottom lip to hinder a moan which threatened to spill out as Santana's t-shirt rode up, showing the very hint of well-defined abs.
"Your mom was shouting for you to clean your room." Quinn said, focused on the caramel skin which she could see; Santana scoffed.
"Yeah, sounds like mami." Santana muttered; "She's such a drag. I'm surprised she hasn't asked you."
"She did last week. I actually did it." Quinn said, licking her lips, as Santana reached up; to rub her chin again; lifting her material a little bit more; "oh yes..." Quinn mumbled, bit on her bottom lip a little harder.
"What?!" Santana said turning to look at Quinn
"Nothing. So what you doing today?" Quinn asked
"Probably stay in... I might go for a little jog." Santana said; "what about you?"
"Same, except for the jog." Quinn said
Santana laughed, "I thought so. You should do it. Sue will go all Lima heights if you don't... Your physical stamina is appalling. You used to be better, Q. I guess... Beth didn't help."
"I lost my baby weight, Santana... Maybe my stamina is a little off. I'll work on it... I kinda have to since I'm back on the cheerios." Quinn said
"Maybe I can help... You helped me with my problem right?" Santana said
"You wanna help me?" Quinn asked, with that traditional kinked eyebrow
"Britt worked with me... My stamina is through the roof. Sue makes me run 12 minute run; followed by 60 push ups." Santana said; "You would probably die after a 4 minute jog... You know the difference between jog and run?"
"No." Quinn answered
"One's acceptable; the other isn't. I'm sure you can get which is which." Santana said
Quinn nodded
"You'll help me then?" Quinn asked, with a soft smile; Santana nodded
"Only because you're a cheerleader... No other reason, Q." Santana said, before walking towards her wardrobe; she threw some clothes inside which were scattered on her floor; Santana turned around; "You could help... me clean my room... in exchange for help making you a better cheerio."
"Why would I ever clean this dump? You seriously haven't opened a window in probably years from the smell." Quinn said; as she pushed the window open; Santana sighed before collecting some dirty clothes and throwing them by her door to take downstairs later.
Quinn then sat on Santana's bed; looking at the photographs which were resting on Santana's bedside table.
"Aren't you helping, Quinnie?" Santana panted out; as she trying to force her wardrobe doors to close; Quinn pulled Santana away; and opened the doors; letting clothes fall to the floor.
"You're grimey." Quinn said looking at Santana who smirked
"You love grime, now snap snap; get tidying." Santana said; "I'm gonna take these down."
Quinn nodded as she watched as Santana walked out. Quinn sighed; and began hanging up clean clothes; she then cleared up Santana's school books which were thrown across the floor; Quinn stopped when she saw a photograph of Santana and Brittany posing together at Disney World; Santana was smiling softly as Brittany kissed her cheek. Quinn didn't notice Santana had returned.
"Three years ago." Santana said; "I hid that photo in my drawer for two of them. Just incase my parents found it and uncovered my big secret." Santana smiled, and walked back towards her bed, she began dropping a blanklet along the bottom, with three cushions and a small brown cuddly duck, who was missing a foot.
Quinn looked behind her at Santana before placing the picture down.
"Can we hang out tonight? A movie, junk food that sorta thing?" Quinn asked
"I think Britt's busy with her dad, so yeah, sure." Santana said with a soft smile.
"What's she doing with her dad?" Quinn asked, as she looked at Santana who was rooting underneath her bed.
"Oh, he's taking her to a motorcross game in Cleveland." Santana said, pulling her converse from under the bed, and dumping them by her wardrobe.
"Oh that's nice of him." Quinn said, sitting on the chair by Santana's desk; Santana nodded, and Quinn could see that Santana didn't look entirely happy; "Do you miss her?"
Santana looked over, meeting Quinn's gaze; Santana sighed and sat down on the edge of her bed.
"I love that she spends time with her dad, and stuff. I just... I miss her so much." Santana said; "I guess I must be jealous that I don't have that kinda thing. You know.. My dad's always busy with the hospital. My mom tries to... Bond but... I think we're too different."
"I think you're similar than you think. It's obvious how much she loves you, how she's trying to get through to you." Quinn said; "She's difficult to get through... sounds kinda familiar, right?"
Santana bit her bottom lip, Quinn looked from Santana to the bedroom door.
"I think maybe you care more about your relationship with Britt, than your relationships with your parents." Quinn said
"Are you literally trying to anaylse me?! Oh that is hilarious." Santana said, before lying back, she sighed sadly and loudly "Do you think I am putting Britt first?"
Quinn smirked, and walked over; she lied down next to Santana.
"Of course you are. And I don't blame you; it's obvious that you love Britt; and I think that you need to... I don't know." Quinn said
"You think I should try to bond with my parents more?" Santana suggested
Quinn offered a soft nod; Santana leaned over and poked Quinn's stomach.
"I wanted to ask you a favour." Santana said
"Okay, what's up?" Quinn said
"My abelua invited me to come round; we wrote a few letters... After I told her about me and Britt; she got... A little different to me. But she says she wants to try. So will you come with me? I was gonna invite Britt, but she's with her dad and I kinda... I don't..." Santana said, trailing off.
"I'd like that." Quinn said; "When do you wanna go?"
"Now if you're free." Santana said, sitting up; Quinn copied her, they got up, and walked down stairs; "Mami?"
"In the kitchen." Came the reply; Santana walked into the kitchen, "Have you finished your room?"
"It's beautiful, mom. We're gonna go to abeula's, for an hour or two." Santana said
Maria nodded, she offered a soft smile; and squeezed Santana's hand.
"I'm happy you sorted your problems." Maria said softly; "I know how much you value her. I hate to see you so sad without her."
"Thanks, mami." Santana replied softly, "I'll be back soon."
Maria nodded, and watched as Santana walked out of the kitchen; towards the front door; Quinn was leaning against the frame, looking at her nail.
"Come on, Fabray!" Santana said
Quinn nodded with a soft smile; and followed Santana out of the front door; they climbed into Santana's car; and remained in silence as they drove to Alma Lopez's residence.
Santana parked up, and turned to look at Quinn sheepishly. Quinn noticed the familiar nervous behaviour of Santana; and reached out, grabbing the free hand which wasn't squeezing the steering wheel.
"It's okay to be nervous. I mean last time was... Bad. But she wants to see you. You're her granddaughter." Quinn said
"She did say I was always welcome." Santana said, with a timid smile
"I can wait here for you." Quinn suggested
"Would you?" Santana asked
"Of course... Take your time." Quinn replied, squeezing her hand once more; Santana nodded, and offered a sweet smile before climbing out; she strolled across the sidewalk, and onto Alma's front path; before she had even reached the steps towards the porch; the door had opened.
"Santana!" Alma said softly; Santana looked up at her, with tears threatening to spill; she jogged up to her, and warmly accepted the hug she was giving; "I've missed you." Alma replied in a hush tone, like it was a secret; Santana replied by simply squeezing Alma tighter.
"Hey abeula." Santana murmured, affectionately as Alma pulled back to gaze at her face, obviously taking it any changes; even though there weren't any; "I missed you too."
"Come in, please." Alma whispered, as Santana took her hand, her eyes briefly meeting Quinn's from the car; they walked inside, after Alma closed the door; "Where's Brittany? I thought you would have gathered in my note; that I support you both."
"Oh I know, but she's busy, she's going to Cleveland for motorcross practice." Santana said, as she sat opposite Alma in the kitchen; "Maybe next week we can all hang out."
"I practically looked after you both on sundays; it would be nice for it to stay like that..." Alma said, almost reminising about the past, and the future days which wouldn't be many; not with Santana and Brittany's upcoming graduation; Alma sighed sadly, feeling her cut time was even shorter due to her own stubborness.
Hearing Alma's sigh, Santana looked from the pictures sporting themselves on her walls, towards Alma's presence. Her low drawn behaviour intrigued Santana who after understanding Brittany, thought she could read body language better.
"Are you okay, abeula?" Santana asked, fearing for the answer that she had changed her mind, about welcoming Santana back into her home.
"Yes, Santana." Alma said, before fridgeting with her hands, nervously; she cleared her throat before facing her granddaughter; "Santana, sabes cómo lamento por mi comportamiento. Please forgive me, my angel. Quiero tener más tiempo junto que." (Santana, you know how sorry for my behavior. Please forgive me, my angel. I want to have more time with you.)
Santana nodded, taking Alma's hand, noticing how Alma gasped tightly on to hers.
"Tu madre es una dama rebelde; ella mantuvo... Ella me mostró la verdad, darling. I want to know everything, Santana. I want to know you." Alma declared softly, "You are so important to me. I don't wanna ruin that." (Your mother is a rebellious lady and she kept ... She showed me the truth, darling.)
Santana smiled softly; looking at her grandmother's hand; and simply rubbing her thumb along the back of Alma's.
"We can start again. You know the truth... and you still love me; which is all I wanted."
Alma smiled softly; and pulled Santana into a tight hug. Their embrace wasn't focusing on their argument; but their future.
After spending an hour or so talking; Santana made her excuse to leave; and quickly climbed into her car; Quinn looked up from her game of Angry birds as the driving door closed.
"How was it?" Quinn asked, putting her phone away
"Great." Santana said happily; as she began starting the engine; "She invited me and Britt over next Sunday... for some bonding. She wants to try..."
"Wow, that sounds great." Quinn said, "I'm glad she's happy for you."
"Yeah, me too... Now someone promised me a movie night?" Santana replied, turning to cast a glance at Quinn who grinned.
"Hell yes." Quinn said
Santana and Quinn arrived at the Lopez residence at around half 4; they decided to hang out watching TV until Maria called them for dinner. Having spent majority of dinner ignoring the obvious absent of Santana's father. Maria had tried to ask how visiting Alma was; but Santana was too focused on her phone to answer her; apparently Brittany had injured her foot during a practice run.
Quinn followed Santana into her bedroom; throwing a bag of popcorn on her bed; Quinn grumpily switched the TV on; as Santana walked into the bathroom to call Brittany.
Looking from the fantasy make out scene between Natalie and Mila; towards the locked bathroom door; Quinn sighed loudly; today had not gone according to plan. Although she had to smirk at the fact Santana had allowed her to come with her to visit her grandmother. At least she had something over Brittany. Something to rub into her face on Monday.