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"Are you gay?" Quinn asked, she watched as Santana stiffened. The Latina turned her head to look at the other girl.
"Why did you ask me that?"
"Because." Quinn stated, "Are you?"
"We should head home." Santana said, standing up. Quinn grabbed the girl's wrist. "What?"
"Why are you avoiding the question. I know you're at least a little bit gay, you are sleeping with Brittany." Quinn said sharply, Santana turned around and looked at the blond.
"Just drop it. I'm not with Brittany, I'm not gay. Just fucking drop it, Quinn." Santana exclaimed, as she headed back toward the car. Quinn followed silently, when she reached the car she held out her hand.
"I've only had one beer. Give me the keys." Quinn demanded, staring down Santana. The Latina handed the blonde the keys and walked around to the other side of the car. Quinn got in and turned the engine over, her gaze glancing over to the other girl. Santana sat uncomfortably, her hands threaded together and she was biting her lip.
"I'm not gay." Santana said quietly. Quinn wasn't sure if she was saying it to answer the question or to try to convince herself.
"Okay," Quinn replied, "It would be okay if you were."
"No it wouldn't." The blonde her her sigh.
The next morning, Santana rolled out of bed. Her eyes glanced over to where Quinn was sleeping and she sighed. It was easy with Brittany; she didn't ask questions. Brittany was the kind of person who did what felt good, and having sex with Santana felt good. It wasn't about gay or straight, Brittany was having sex with plenty of guys to balance out the once in a while drunken gropes with Santana. The latina on the other hand, was having a hard time going back to guys. Sure sex with Puck was okay, but it didn't make her feel anything.
Santana walked out of the room and down to the kitchen where she could smell coffee and hear the soft sounds of her mother moving around the kitchen.
"Hola mami." Santana exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen and over to the island. She sat up on the stool and leaned against the marble, Santana's mom was a young looking 45. She looked almost exactly like Santana, but with shorter hair.
"You got home late." The older latina stated, as she filled her travel mug up with coffee.
"I know. I'm sorry." Santana apologized, "I hold Carlos that we were going out. Quinn hadn't been out really since, you know and I wanted her to have fun."
"Who all was there?" Maria asked, as she pulled out her lunch bag and slid it into her tote.
"Some people from football, most of the Cheerios some of the Glee kids."
"Was Burt's son there?" Maria asked, Santana's head tilted.
"Kurt?" Santana said, "Yeah. Why?"
"I'm surprised that the football team allows him to go to the parties." Maria replied, "I wouldn't think he'd go. That kind doesn't seem like they'd fit in."
"That kind?" Santana asked out of confusion.
"Fags." Maria spoke, as she pulled her bag onto her shoulder. "all right, Mija. I'll see you tomorrow, I'm on for 12 hours. Make sure your brother eats real food for dinner okay? Love you." Maria walked out towards the front door. Santana leaned forward and rested her head on the counter, trying to breath through her mothers words.
"I understand now." Quinn stated, causing the other girl to jump. The blonde walked over and sat next to Santana at the counter. "You're scared."
"Of what?"
"What they'd think." Quinn replied, her fingers pushing the Latina's hair behind her ear. "I didn't take into account you're family when I asked you that question last night."
"I told you," Santana said as she sat up, "I'm not."
"I understand." Quinn replied, "I do. I was so scared of what my family would think when I was pregnant. I forgot that even though your family is very nice, and very supportive of you that they are just as religious as mine and in the military."
"I don't wanna talk about this anymore." Santana whispered, as she slid off the stool and over to the refrigerator. "What do you want for breakfast?
Santana had been avoiding being alone with Quinn for the next day, they spent most of Sunday with Carlos doing stupid things like going to the arcade. He dropped them off back at the house in the evening and said he was going out to spend some time with friends from highschool. Once inside, Santana headed straight into the living room and onto her laptop. Quinn sighed, and headed upstairs. Monday came around and Santana dragged herself up at an ungodly hour to head to work; Quinn woke up a few hours later and Carlos drove her to her own summer job at the Youth Centre helping out Ms. Pillsbury. The day went by slow, until Santana heard a familiar honk from the pavilion where she was sitting. she looked up, grabbed her bag and walked over to her brother.
"Hey Slacker." She exclaimed, throwing her bag in the back-seat. "How was your day full of nothing."
"Any day that I don't have to shoot anything, is a good day to me." He replied, putting the car in reverse and heading out of the park. "How was cheer camp."
"Hell. I swear that she's recruiting for the marines most of the time. We made like 10 girls cry."
"Sweet." He smiled, "So, have you given anymore thought to what your gonna do after highschool?"
"Meh." She shrugged, trying to avoid the conversation. Santana knew her dad and brother wanted her to join the army like them. She'd be good at it too, but she wasn't sure what she was going to do. "I'll figure it out this year. I'm only going into my junior year."
"All right." Carlos replied as they turned into the youth centre. Quinn was sitting on the front step reading a book when they pulled in, she smiled brightly before hopping into the car.
"Hey guys!" She bounced, crawling in the back-seat. The siblings responded with a similar greeting, but Santana kept her head down. Quinn sighed when she realized the latina was still avoiding her.
"What is up with you two?" Carlos remarked as she observed the tension.
"Nothing." Santana curtly remarked. They pulled into the house and the girls got out. Carlos pulled out of the driveway to go out once the girls let themselves inside.
"Mom?" Santana yelled, sighing when there was no response. "I guess I'm gonna go shower."
Quinn nodded, watching her as she walked up the stairs. There were few things better than when Santana got home from work. Coach allowed them to practice out of uniform so she would wear baggy gym shorts and a sports bra she was all sweaty and with her tanned skin showing. Quinn sighed and headed the couch to go on her laptop. After an hour or so passed, the Latina descended the stairs and came to sit with Santana on the couch.
"Why are you mad at me?" Quinn asked bluntly, Santana sighed and closed the computer and slid it onto the table.
"I'm not."
"You've been ignoring me since this morning." Quinn reminded her, "I'm sorry, I know you don't like to talk about personal things."
"I'm just private and don't want everyone knowing my shit." Santana replied, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. "Like, I have a hard time believing that you'd be cool if someone kept insinuating that you were gay."
"Well." Quinn said, now was a better time then ever to get the truth out. She only had nine day's before Brittany got home and she'd never be able to tell Santana then. "I might be."
"Wait... What?" Santana stopped, turning her body fully. "Your lying, you had a baby for Christ sake."
"And that proves?" Quinn asked, "I don't know. Lately, I've been having feelings for someone. That's not a guy."
"Well, my mom said that after you have a baby your hormones go crazy. It's probably that."
"I've been feeling like this since I was six months pregnant, Santana." Quinn admitted, looking at her nails. "I don't know what I am. But, at least I can admit it."
"I don't want it to be true." Santana whispered. "If I admit it, everything is fucked for me. My popularity, my family, my friendships."
"Your relationship with Brittany?"
"I don't have a relationship with her! Jesus, I mean. How could I? She fucks anything that walks." Santana spat, standing up and pacing around the living room.
"But you are sleeping with her." Quinn asked.
"Not as of late." The latina replied, "She decided that she might want to start dating Mike. I told her that I couldn't keep sleeping with her if she did, because I'm not going to help her cheat."
"That's very understandable." Quinn praised, "Brittany's using you. You know that right." Santana nodded, "She doesn't deserve you."
"Whatever." Santana sighed, "I can't screw my life up by admitting it."
"Don't you want to be happy, Santana?" Quinn questioned as she walked toward the girl. "You deserve to be loved, don't you want that?"
"I honestly don't know what I want..."