So I forgot to put this before the last chapter, but I just wanted to say thanks for sticking with this story. I promise this will be done by April of this year. I only have two more chapters.
Also to the anon asking for smut, they will have sex, but it won't be smutty.
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"Spill," Christine demanded as she sat down next to Santana the second Quinn left to go to the bathroom.
"It went well," the Latina said simply as she took another sip of her orange juice.
"Come on, I want details, woman," the redhead pushed.
A genuine smile spread across Santana's face as she turned to face Christine. "It was truly magical. The moon was shining over the lake, she loved the flower and the picnic. I seriously can't thank you enough for helping me make sure everything turned out perfectly.
"It was my pleasure," the other girl said through gritted teeth, not that Santana noticed. She was too busy basking in how great the night before had been. She was so consumed in her own thoughts, she didn't even notice Christine leave the table.
The redhead walked with a purpose all the way to the bathroom where she ran into Quinn on her way out. "Uh uh, back in the bathroom, Blondie. We have to have a little talk." Christine said as she roughly grabbed the blonde by her shoulder and practically threw her back into the bathroom.
"What the hell, Christine?" Quinn spat back in response.
Christine didn't respond with words, instead she got within an inch of Quinn's face. "Listen up because I'm only going to say this once. I've been here for seven months and been in love with Santana since my first day. I intent to make her my girlfriend and will go to nearly any length to make sure that happens." The redhead stepped away from the blonde, shock and fear in her eyes before she turned to go back to breakfast.
"Oh, and if I were you, I wouldn't mention this conversation to Santana." Christine called back to the blonde.
The entire walk back to the table, Quinn was completely wide eyed and in shock at what had just happened. The strange thing was that she understood where Christine was coming from. Being with Santana, not even in a romantic way, just being in her presence, was unexplainably perfect. Even during her first few weeks when they weren't close, Quinn found herself drawn to Santana. Her personality was larger than the entire population of Lima, Ohio combined. Almost as striking as Santana's personality were her looks. The girl was gorgeous. Who wouldn't be attracted to a beautiful Latina girl with silky Raven hair, playful brown eyes, and a perfectly sculpted body.
By this time, Quinn was back at the table and Santana immediately noticed something was wrong. "Hey babe, is something bothering you?" The Latina asked with concern evident in her voice.
The blonde quickly pulled herself out of her trance and slapped a phony Fabray smile on her face before saying, "Yeah, still just a little tired from being out late last night."
Santana gave the other girl a reassuring smile, but made a note to keep an eyes on the blonde throughout the day and ask her about it when they were back in their room that night.
Christine came back to the table with a big smile on her face the second she sat down across form Santana and diagonal from Quinn. "Everything ok, Q? You look like you just saw Scarface in the bathroom." The redhead asked in a mockingly concerned tone.
Quinn just looked down at her lap, terrified of making eye contact with the other girl. Santana shot Christine a warning glare that instantly wiped the smirk off of her face.
The rest of the day, Santana noticed that Quinn wasn't quite herself, she was almost timid whenever asked to speak in class or tried to join a conversation during lunch. When they were back in their room for the evening and getting ready for bed, Santana decided to confront the blonde. "Hey, I know I already asked you, but is something bothering you? You really haven't been acting like yourself since breakfast."
Quinn immediately went into panic mode. She was afraid of telling Santana about what had happened in the bathroom, but she also didn't want to lie to the girl she was dating.
Santana could see the internal battle happening in Quinn's head. "Quinn, you know you can tell me anything. Nothing you say will leave our room. I just really want to know what's wrong so I can help you."
The blonde took a deep breath before locking eyes with Santana. "In the bathroom, Christine told me that she's in love with you and said she'll go to any length to make you her girlfriend."
"That Puta! I'll kill her." Santana yelled as she made her way to the door, but Quinn cut her off.
"Santana, you cannot confront her. I know you're pissed and you want to go and defend my honor and I appreciate that, but you can't do that. Before I left the bathroom, Christine strongly implied that bad things would happen if I told you about that interaction."
The Latina huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest, "So what do you suggest we do about this?"
Quinn made her way over to Santana, put her hands on her shoulders, and soothingly ran her hands over the other woman's arms. "We don't do anything," the blonde said simply.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Santana shouted, unable to believe what was happening.
"That's right, nothing," Quinn said sternly. "The best thing we can do is not do anything to provoke her as far as PDA, but you need to be near me at all times just in case she might want to try and attack me. I don't know about you, but I have no interest in finding out what my father has in mind for a Plan B if things don't go over well here."
Santana just glared at the blonde with her arms crossed over her chest as she thought seriously about what Quinn had just said. "Fine, I'll be civil with her, but I won't be happy about it."
The blonde smiled and pecked Santana lips. "That's all I ask, now let's go to bed."
"Yes dear," Santana quipped back as she braced herself for the smack to the arm that was coming.
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Sorry for the short chapter, but it didn't fit in with the previous chapter or the next one. Until next time!