On the last day of spring break, the girls were told to report back to the rectory after their free time for a special lesson in place of Bible study. The entire length of free time was spent gossiping about what could possibly be happening, none of the girls had been around long enough to have any insight.
When the girls filed in, they saw one of the tables covered in a tablecloth with a flower and vase and lit candles on top. On the other side of the rum was a bucket filled with cleaning supplies. By the door was a coat rack, a small sofa, and an end table.
Quinn heard Santana start cussing under her breath as she looked around the room. "Do you know what's going on?"
"Yeah, we're going to be practicing gender roles with the Camp Sacred Heart boys. We haven't done this in the time I've been here. Lauren said the last time they tried to do it there was an incident. I guess they're trying to bring it back with all of the new blood."
The blonde raised an eyebrow in concern, "What kind of an incident?"
Santana just shrugged. "I'm not exactly sure. I think one of the girls was bisexual and got a little realistic during the love making simulation. The only thing I know for sure is that the poor guy had to go to the hospital."
Before Quinn could respond, she was cut off by James. "Ladies, today is a glorious day! We were able to coordinate to put the lessons we've taught you about being the wives God want you to be into practice because the boys' camp has agreed to join us for a little practice."
"That must have been really hard to pull off seeing as we're all one big camp," Santana sniped back in a whisper, causing those around her to laugh.
Not knowing what had caused the laughter, James shot a warning glance in the general area before continuing. "You will be partnered up with one of the boys, he will act as your husband during a series of exercises. You will complete them based on how the Bible would want you to as God fearing Christians."
"Dibs on Sam!" Santana yelled.
James gave the Latina a death glare. "Samantha will complete these tasks as a woman, the sex God intended her to be, just like the rest of you." James stated in an overly calm tone.
"Transphobic piece of shit," Santana muttered under her breath.
"What was that, Miss Lopez?" James growled.
Santana put on a painfully forced smile, "I said understood, sir."
James nodded. "Good. Now I am going to assign each of you a number. That will determine the station you start at. You will spend five minutes at each station, then go to the next station, in numerical order. Is that clear?"
All of the girls replied with an unenthusiastic, "Yes, sir."
Quinn was given number four and sent to the coat rack. Sister Kathleen came over to explain that this station was to practice the correct way to greet one's husband when he got home from work.
Almost immediately after Sister Kathleen left to explain the next station to Elle, the door to the rectory opened and a group of boys quietly filed in, most of their eyes were looking at the floor, none of them had any semblance of a smile.
The boys were followed in by a man who looked a lot like James, but a few years older. The man immediately went over to James, Sister Kathleen, and Father Joe and the four began talking in quick, hushed tones. James was the first of the group to speak. "Ladies, this is my brother, Jon, he handles the administrative work and runs the day to day operations of the boys' camp. He will be staying to assist in running this activity. I expect all of you to treat him with the same, if not more, respect than you would show me." James finished, sending a warning glare to Santana. The Latina smiled and waved at James.
"Thank you for that introduction, James. Gentlemen, the same obvious goes for James, Father Joe, and Sister Kathleen." Jon said as he sent a similar glare to a tall boy with a shaved head who sent a wink in return. "Now, gentlemen, you were all given a number back at our side of camp, go to the station that corresponds with that number."
The boys slowly made their way to their station. Quinn saw a boy with pale skin, bright blue eyes, and an innocent face started making his way over to her. The boy offered her a small smile and extended his hand as he quietly introduced himself as Kurt. The blonde shook his hand while simply replying, "Quinn."
"So, what are we supposed to be doing at this station?" Kurt asked cautiously.
"We're supposed to practice how a traditional, God-fearing heterosexual couple would act when the husband comes home from work." Quinn explained.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Right, so I walk through the door, chastise you for not having dinner on the table the second I walk through the door, sit on the couch, drinking beer while you clean up the kitchen until it's time to go to bed, have sex with you whether you're into it or not, then fall asleep regardless of if you've had an orgasm. Something like that?"
Quinn couldn't help but laugh and nod. "If my parents are any indication, then I'd say that's pretty spot on."
The two let an understanding smile pass between them before their attention was brought back to the front with James and telling them to begin.
By the end of the day, everyone was exhausted from forcing themselves to so aggressively suppress who they were. Even after a particularly tough day, there was always a little post-dinner chatting. Tonight there was just the sound of shuffling back to rooms and doors closing.
The exhausted blonde was about to collapse on her bed and allow herself to drift off to sleep when she noticed an envelope on her pillow with her name on it. Quinn hesitantly picked it up and opened the envelope to find a homemade card. On the front was two girls holding hands, one had blonde hair and green eyes while the other had tan skin with raven hair and brown eyes. On the inside was a note. "Dearest Quinn, since you told me that you wouldn't go out with me until I took you on a proper date I've wracked my brain day and night to think of something we could do that could be considered a date while we're in this shithole that would still impress you. Finally, I think I've come up with a solution. Meet me by the emergency exit at the end of the hall at 10:15 so I can proceed to sweep you off your feet. With love, Santana."
Quinn was almost in tears when she finished reading the note and thought about how much effort Santana was putting into trying to impress her.
At the proposed time, Quinn quietly made her way out of her room and proceeded to the end of the hall, looking around every few seconds to make sure no one was still out doing a "lights out" check.
When she finally got to the end of the hall, the blonde found Santana holding a single violet in her hand. "Thank you for taking the time to meet me Miss Fabgay. This is for you." Santana said as she offered her date the flower.
"Such a romantic moment ruined by Santana Lopez and her undying love of reminding me just how gay I am."
The Latina rolled her eyes, "Whatever, I'm hilarious. And it's not my fault you're so gay."
Quinn crossed her arms across her chest. "Did you invite me here to take me on a date or make fun of me?" A hint of amusement in her voice at how Santana was able to go from a hopeless romantic with all of the effort she had put into planning their date to her usual sarcastic self so seamlessly.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're getting to it." Santana lamented as she held her hand out for Quinn to take.
The blonde accepted it immediately as the Latina led her to the emergency exit. "What are you doing? Going out that door is just asking to be caught."
Relax, we rigged this door the last time the alarm went off." Santana replied coolly as she pushed it open to prove that it wouldn't make any noise if opened.
"So where are we going?" Quinn asked curiously, remembering Santana's initial concern of there being nothing date worthy to do on Camp Sacred Heart property.
"You'll find out soon enough." Santana replied, cockiness clear in her voice, knowing that the uncertainty was killing the blonde.
The couple walked together for a few minutes in content silence until they came to a blanket with a picnic basket facing a small lake. "Santana is that for us?" Quinn asked in adoration.
The Latina smiled at how well her plan was being received. "It sure is," she confirmed as she sat down and started unpacking the basket.
"How did you even get all of this stuff?" Quinn asked as she saw Santana start pulling two sandwiches, two candy bars, and two sodas out. Their meals were all provided by Camp Sacred Heart and they weren't allowed to keep food in their rooms for fear of attracting bugs.
"Have I mentioned that Ellen's brother is really good at smuggling stuff in?" Santana asked as she handed the blonde a sandwich. "And I'm pretty good at taking stuff from the fridge without anyone noticing.
When they were finished with their dinner, Santana stood up and offered her hand to Quinn. "May I have this dance?"
The blonde smiled as she grabbed the hand that was offered to her. The Latina pulled her up without any trouble before planting her hands on the blonde's waist, Quinn instinctively wrapping her arms around Santana's neck as they began a simple swaying motion. Neither girl could be sure how long they had been out, they were lost in the moonlight, the sounds of the crickets and toads in the lake, and how much they enjoyed being with each other.
Eventually, both girls were tired and decided that it was time to head back. Santana packed up the picnic basket before once again holding Quinn's hand as they made the short walk back to their version Hell.
When they were finally back in their room, the girls took turns changing behind the shower curtain before laying down in their respective beds. "Goodnight, Quinn." Santa said softly.
"Goodnight, Santana." The blonde said back.
The Latina offered one last smile before turning out the light.
A few minutes later, Quinn heard her roommate say something else that she didn't quite catch. "What was that, San?" She asked softly.
"Oh, um, nothing, just talking to myself." She rushed out.
The blonde reached out to turn the lamp back on, revealing a very embarrassed Santana. "No, you definitely said something and I want to know what it was."
The Latina let out an irritated huff knowing that her roommate wasn't going to let it go. "Fine, I said that I love you."
Quinn's eyes went wide at what Santana had just admitted to her.
The blonde's silence and unreadable expression quickly stressed Santana out. She had no idea if Quinn was going to say that she loved her back or break up with her even though they weren't even officially dating.
After a minute with no response, Santana decided to put herself out of her misery. "Quinn, please tell me what you're thinking."
Quinn was pulled out of her thoughts and made eye contact with the Latina with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry Santana, but that was the first time in my life someone has told me they love me, not because they had to or because they wanted something from me, it is honestly the greatest feeling I have ever experienced. Thank you for that, and…" She took a deep breath, "I love you too."
A large smile spread across Santana's lips before turning nervous again. "So does this mean we're dating?"
The blonde walked over and pulled the Latina in for a short, but sweet kiss before nodding and saying, "Yeah, I think it does."
Santana pulled Quinn in for another kiss that her girlfriend broke before her it could get too heated. "We should probably go to bed, in our own beds," the blonde quickly clarified when Santana's eyebrows raised suggestively before finally falling in disappointment.
Quinn couldn't help but smile and peck Santana's lips before heading over to her own bed. "Patience is a virtue and we have to be up in six hours," the blonde reminded her roommate as she made her way over to her own bed.
The Latina grumbled as she pulled the cover up before her face softened once again and sincerely said, "Goodnight Quinn, I love you."
"Goodnight Santana, I love you too," the blonde said back.
Santana reached up to once again turn out the lamp as both girls drifted off to sleep with content smiles on their faces.