A/N: Amaltheaz asked me about a fic with a similar theme, it's called Redtube Star (by Kendarrr) and G!P Rachel tells her girlfriend (Quinn, dah!) about her —not so little— friend and Q looks up porn videos to know what she'll be dealing with, not knowing Rach is the one that runs her favorite channel. Here's the address, kendarrr. / post/ 51582672819 — you know the drill people! Go and follow her (I think) here on FF and show her all kinds of love cause her porn is hot, hot, HOT! and btw, I didn't get the idea from that fic.

And an especial 'Thank you' to ljam86, cause she's all kinds of awesome and her Pezberry stories are amazing and she was the first to review.

Quinn knows she won't be fast enough to take her fingers out of her, fix her dress and pretend that she wasn't watching porn, so she tries to cover herself as fast as possible, knocking her laptop in the process.

"Quinn?" Judy's voice can be heard from the hallway.

Santana, who had been standing there, shocked, jumps to catch the falling laptop before it hits the floor and after taking a quick glimpse at the screen, she closes the lid as soon as she realises what Quinn was watching.

"Quinn?" Judy asks once in the room, "Are you alright, honey?" She says trying to feel Quinn's forehead.

"Yes, Mom. I'm okay" Quinn replies trying to avoid her mother's touch. "Is there anything you want?"

"Oh yes, I'm going to be showing a house and I'll be back late. There's money on the kitchen counter, so you can order a pizza or something. Santana, you can stay if you want." Judy says and leaves the two girls alone.

"What. Are you doing here?" Quinn asks as soon as she hears the front door closing.

"I thought I could take the stick out of your ass and fuc—" Santana says placing the laptop back on the bed and takes a seat.

"Drop the act, please? Britt's gone?"

"Yeah," Santana says defeated. "Some stupid family reunion or some shit."

After that both girls are quiet. Quinn knows what is on the Latina's mind but Santana doesn't know how to approach the subject. She knows Quinn better than herself and she knows that this might be her only chance to talk to the girl.

"So..." Santana begins.

"Look, if you're gonna make fun of me, just do it already!" Quinn says suddenly angry.

"Hey Q! Calm yo tits, just wanna talk, 'kay?" The Latina confesses; it seems to calm Quinn down a bit. "So..." She tries again but doesn't know how to ask what she wants to.

"So..." Quinn replies. 'God, this is hard.'

"Are you —"

"NO!" Quinn says nearly screaming at her friend. "I— I don't know."

"Oh okay" Santana pauses a little. "Were you — you know, when I walked in?"

Quinn laughs a little, they know it's a stupid question, she's sure that Santana saw her with her hand between her legs.

"Okay, bad question," Santana laughs too "Was it the first time — you know" 'Fuck! I sound worse than a thirteen year old kid' She thinks "with a— with a girl, I mean." The Latina adds after a beat.

Quinn mulls over her answer. Does she really want to talk about this with Santana, of all people? The same girl that will use any information against her? 'But she really seems concerned, and who better than someone that has gone through the something like this to her, right?'

"I— I... No." She adds defeated after a beat, she doesn't want to look at Santana.

"Oh..."

"'Oh'? All you're gonna say is 'Oh'?

"Fuck! What you want me to say, huh? 'Welcome to the dark side, Quinn'? The Latina says getting a bit angry now.

"Sorry, okay... It's just— I'm so confused"

Santana can hear the sadness and pain in her best friend's voice. The Latina hesitates a little but hugs the girl in front of her.

"It's gonna be okay, you know"

And Quinn knows, but she's pretty sure that her dad would beat the 'gay' out of her if he was still at home. He spent most of his life preaching about morals, of how "fags, dykes, all the weirdos and supporters" were going to burn in Hell. About their sinful lives and what a disgrace they were for their families.

"I know..." Quinn says and she's about to hug Santana, when the girl quickly leaves her side.

"Oh no! Don't you dare to touch me with your filthy hands, Quinn!" The Latina says and Quinn blushes a little. "You better wash those hands before touching me, bitch. I'll be in the kitchen. Your room reeks of sex."

Quinn laughs, 'What a way to change the subject'

"And... I'm taking this with me" Santana says pointing the forgotten laptop "I wanna see what got you so focused on that you couldn't hear the POUNDING ON YOUR FUCKING DOOR! Seriously, the video is that good?"

"Headphones" It's Quinn simple response. "And yeah... but please, don't" She feels this weird connection with the girl on the video and the thought of Santana watching the brunette makes her sick.

"Whatever" Santana nods, but leaves with the laptop anyway.

'This is gonna be a long day' Quinn thinks.

Quinn takes a quick shower and finds Santana in her kitchen and to her relief, her laptop is closed.

"Hey" She says as she enters the kitchen. "Did you—?" She adds pointing her computer.

"Nah, I took a quick peek though. I don't know what I was thinking, Britt's not even here and I'm not gonna frustrate myself when I could have my way with her" The Latina says without looking at Quinn.

"You know I'm not gonna judge you, right, Q." She asks after a pause. "Look, I know I wasn't there when you were preggers with your lizard baby, but fuck Q, you're my friend and I know I give you shit and I make your life impossible whenever I can, but that's how we work, right? And I really— Really like you, you know? And I promise that no matter what, I'm gonna have your back —"

Quinn couldn't listen anymore and threw her arms around her friend. This was, probably, the first time Santana ever talked to her like that.

"I know" Quinn says, holding back her tears, "It's just— I'm so, so confused and I know I shouldn't— But I can't HELP IT!" She finished with a yell.

"Hey Q" Santana says, forcing Quinn to look her in the eye. "I know it's confusing but you know it's something you can't control, right?"

"I know, but my dad—"

"Please, don't tell me that you still believe everything he "preaches"? Santana confronted Quinn. "Do I have to remind you that he disowned you, threw you out when he found out you were pregnant and that he was also playing house with that tattooed freak?"

Santana knew how awful Russell had been with his family, especially with his daughters. Frannie escaped him years ago, but she ended up marrying a man she doesn't love.

"Quinn, you are better than that lame excuse for a man and you know it." Santana says rubbing comforting circles in Quinn's back. "You okay?" She asks after a while.

"Yeah... Thanks Santana."

"No problemo." They laugh a little. "Don't mention it... like never ever, seriously."

The girls spent the Saturday evening watching movies and eating pizza. They were half way through their second movie when Quinn needed to ask Santana what she's been dying to ask.

"San?"

"Yeah?" Santana says before taking a big bite of her bacon pizza.

"When did you— How did—"

"What?"

"How did you know you were gay?" Quinn asks after taking a deep breath.

"Oh" Santana is kind of surprised with the question, but she saw it coming. "Well, you know that I used to sleep with Puck whenever Britt was with a guy, right?" Quinn nods, "So, well, I was one night with him, and I realised that it wasn't the same, you know? It wasn't that he was bad or anything, it's just that I felt more with Brittany. The way she touches me, kisses me, even the way she looks at me... She makes me feel things I didn't feel when I was with him."

Quinn thinks about all those times she spent with her boyfriends, how she spent the time waiting for them to leave her house and leave her alone, even that one time with Puck wasn't that good. But then, she has Rachel. The brunette assaults her senses like nobody has ever before and that scares her.

"You know" Santana says after Quinn doesn't response. "One thing is to watch girls making out or getting themselves off, that's kinda normal. But another completely different is imagining yourself with a girl. Doing things to said girl, making her scream your name out of pleasure and knowing you are the only one that can make her feel that way."

Quinn ponders Santana's reply. Does she really want to —

"You know? You could imagine yourself having sex with a guy and then with a girl and see what you like the most." Santana says after a beat and keeps watching the movie leaving Quinn to her thoughts.

'Meh, why not? You already think about Rachel while, you know,' a voice inside Quinn's head says, 'and the worst that could happen is that you realise you're gay, no biggie!'

A/N: The next chapter is half way done, there's gonna be some smut going on there. And don't forget to review!