Day 3 : Meet The Family
Rating: T (There's like two or three curse words, don't be alarmed)
Summary: After a perfection of a night, Quinn and Santana return to their apartment to find that Quinn's parents are visiting. Question: Do they know that Quinn and Santana are dating? Do they even know Santana's real name? (Seriously these summaries will be the death of me)
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Quinn and Santana walked hand in hand as they strolled down the sidewalk. Quinn looked up at the night sky and sighed at its beauty.
"Tonight was great," she said as she glanced over to Santana.
Santana smiled and grasped Quinn's hand tighter, "Sure was."
As they approached their apartment Santana stopped them, "Hey, Q. Can we talk?"
"Great, what did I do now?" Quinn teased as she fixed the collar on Santana's jacket.
Santana just laughed and fixed a small strand of out of placed hair behind Quinn's ear, "You're not in trouble, Blondie."
"Good," Quinn sighed as she leaned into Santana's lingering hand.
"Quinn, we've been seeing each other for a while now and you're like the most amazing person I've ever met. You know I'm not very good in the feelings department, so I'll just get to the point. Quinn Fabray will you-" Santana paused and looked over the blonde's shoulder, "Is that your mom?"
Quinn was smiling from ear to ear at this time but furrowed her brows, "What?"
Santana pointed to their apartment and Quinn followed her finger until she spotted a blonde woman on their front steps, waving frantically at them.
"Mom?" Quinn quickly dropped her hands away from Santana's jacket.
"Quinniebear!" The woman whom she hadn't seen in a year screamed as she walked up to them. She looked exactly how Quinn had left her, perfectly arranged from hair to dress, but as she engulfed her daughter into a hug, the facade barely masked the stench of wine on her breath.
"What are you doing here?" Quinn pulled back to look at the woman.
"Visiting, Quinnie," she looked over to the girl beside her daughter, "And who is this?"
"I'm Santana," Santana put out her hand for the woman to shake, though it wasn't returned.
"Quinnie, are we going to be standing out here all day or are you going to let us in?"
"Um yeah," Quinn walked to the apartment door to unlock it. She fiddled with the keys in the lock trying to remember if her mom had told her that she going to visit.
"So, Samantha," Judy started as they walked into the apartment, "Do you live around here?"
"Um, it's actually Santana not Samantha," Santana hung her jacket in the closet, "Actually I live here. With Quinn."
"Oh, like roommates!" Judy clapped her claps together.
Santana squinted her eyes at the woman. Yeah sure they were roommates. If roommates slept in the same bed and were dating.
"Right," Quinn interrupted, "So, where's dad?"
"Oh, he went to get take out," Judy said as looked around the apartment, "We wanted to have diner tonight here without having to suffer through your god awful cooking. No offense, Quinnie. He'll be back in a few minutes."
Quinn clenched and unclenched her jaw, "That's great mom. How about you make yourself comfortable."
She then turned to Santana and flinched at the expression on her face. Quinn took a deep breath, "Could you help me hang up my coat."
Santana's face went from furious to polite as she turned to the older Fabray woman, "We'll be right back."
She followed Quinn down the hallway and into the bedroom. She sat on the bed, folded her legs, and waited for an explanation.
"Um, I guess I should explain," Quinn closed the door and faced Santana. The Latina sat there quietly, so Quinn decided that she should start, "I didn't tell my parents that I was dating you."
"I've guessed," Santana muttered and looked away, "Why?"
"There's a lot of reasons to go over. I mean, I've come out to them a million times and they pretend whoever I'm dating doesn't exist so I stopped telling them. And I know it's been getting serious between us and I probably should have told them by now but," Quinn stopped so that she could pace herself, "I was just scared, okay?"
Silence from Santana made Quinn nervous, so she had to ask, "Are you mad at me?"
Santana laughed, "I'm pissed, Quinn."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Quinn repeated as she sat next to her, "I'm sorry."
Santana sighed, "I just don't get it. You could have just told them. They can't be that bad."
"San," Quinn placed her hands on the other girl's leg, "They're horrible."
The door bell rang, making them both shift their attention. Quinn stiffed once she realized, "That must be my dad."
"Don't keep him waiting," Santana stood up and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Quinn bit her lip before standing up and walking out of the room. To her bitter delight, her mother had already let in her father into the apartment. With large bags of Thai food still in his hands, he opened his arms and greeted Quinn once he saw her, "Lucy!"
She embraced him back, "Hi, Daddy."
He pulled back to look at her, "God, look at you. I feel like I haven't seen you in ages."
"It's been a year, Dear," Judy said as she pulled the bags out of his grasp.
"Right, right," He pulled away and scanned his eyes around the apartment, "I can't wait to catch up! You have to tell me about all your accomplishments so far."
"Yes, accomplishments," her mind went straight to the girl currently sitting by herself in the bathroom, "Is it okay if we have an extra for dinner?"
"Of course, Lucy!" He smiled, "Are we expecting a suitor?"
"It's probably going to be Quinn's roommate, Sandy," Judy said as she took out the contents in the bags.
"I'll be right back," Quinn rolled her eyes as she walked back into her room. She headed straight for the bathroom and knocked on the door, "San, come out."
"You first," a mumble from the other side said.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
The door peaked opened, "I'm just really mad at you."
"I know," Quinn put her hand on the door to open it a little more, "That's why I want you to come to dinner. Not just as my roommate, but also as my girlfriend."
"I know you, Fabray. You're not gonna say jack shit about me being your girlfriend and it's going to be really awkward."
"You'll never know till you come out of the bathroom," Quinn sung as she backed away from the door.
Only three seconds passed before the door opened all the way and out walked a freshened up Santana, "Fine. Let's go."
They walked out of the room and back to the older couple who were busy snooping around the place. Judy stopped once she saw them and clapped her hands, "Great! Let's eat! I haven't eaten all day."
"What about all those olives you ate out of those three margaritas you had this morning?" Russell commented as they all sat down at the not-so-spacious round dinning room table that had all the food laid out on it like it was a feast and not takeout.
"Funny." Judy dead panned. She then turned to her left to face Santana, "So, Sandra, what do you do?"
Santana gave a polite smile, "I'm still in school at the moment. I'm going to take the bar test in May."
"Oh! Do you go to the same school as Quinn?"
Santana looked over to Quinn on her left, "Unfortunately no."
"That's too bad," Russell started digging into the food, "I know how hard it was for Quinn to make friends at new places before. I'm sure it would have been a delight to see at least her roommate around."
Quinn sighed and started to put food on her paper plate.
"She's actually really popular there," Santana said. Quinn may not tell her parents everything, but they could at least know that she's not antisocial.
"Like with love?!"Judy almost jumped out of her chair with excitement, "Tell me. Is there a guy chasing after our darling Quinnie?"
Santana smirked, "Not technically."
"Don't tell me she's doing the chasing," Russell shook his head, "What did I tell you, Lucy? Fabray women don't chase."
"Can we change the subject?" Quinn intervened.
"Why?" Santana looked at her, "Are you embarrassed about something?"
"No, I'm just," She looked around to find a new way to describe what she was thinking, "I'd rather discuss anything of those matters at a different time instead of during a conversation on whether or not I have a male suitor."
"Are you saying that there might be a male suitor?" Santana squinted her eyes and tried to play along.
"I am and am not saying that there is or is not anyone of the suitor type in my possession."
"In your possession?"
"So if we may not discuss these matters within the presence of certains in the discussion on whether or not or maybe if I might possibly vaguely possess a suitor during this situation then we can go along with preceding in this affair. Not in the affair of love though. Cause we're eating, and that's what we should continue doing. Eating. Not talking."
Santana furrowed her brows. Had Quinn been reading her law books? And if she had, had she been high during that time, "You lost me there, Q."
"Let's go get drinks from the kitchen," Quinn stood up and looked to her mother, "You still like red wine right, mom?"
"She likes any wine," Russell grumbled, "Also get me a glass. Both of your continuous, and might I say confusing, talking has caused me to catch a headache."
Santana stood up an followed Quinn into the kitchen, where the blonde thanked her past self for arguing against the open kitchen they were going to pick out when they first bought this apartment.
Santana pulled out some wine glasses from out of the cabinet, "So, what do you want to talk about now?"
Quinn hushed the other girl, "Not so loud. They're probably listening."
Santana rolled her eyes sand went to check if they even had red wine, but Quinn stopped her, "I'll tell them. Just give it time."
Santana placed the glasses on the counter, "Are you seriously saying that, that wasn't a fine enough moment to be all like 'Don't be silly, parents. There's no boys chasing after me, just a girl. Whom I'm dating. Who happens to be sitting next to me.' "
Quinn hushed her again and began whispering, "I couldn't have done it that way, they would have heart attacks. Like literally die. They need to be told at their own speed. Once they get comfortable with you. Once they get comfortable with me again. Then I'll tell them."
Santana sighed and went for the wine, "Whatever, Quinn. As long as it happens."
"Yep," Quinn grabbed the glasses from off the counter and muttered, "Some day."
"Quinn," Santana whined, cradling the wine like a child.
"Kidding. I'm kidding," Quinn put down a set of the glasses so that she could cup Santana's face, "I'll tell them. Tonight. Just put on a polite face and smile at everything they say."
Santana rolled her eyes again, this time in good humor, "Okay. Just so you know, parents love me so you'll be the only one who'll need to put on a polite face."
Quinn leaned in to kiss her but stopped herself, "They might be watching."
Santana laughed and grabbed the glasses from off the counter before leaving the kitchen. Quinn followed behind and they both were met with Russell laughing hysterically. The couple must have moved from their spots at the table because they were now sported on the couches in front of the television.
"What's so funny, Daddy?" Quinn asked as she and Santana poured the couple two glasses.
"I was just telling your mom a joke I told at a lunch with my colleagues last week. It's a knee slapper."
"We would love to hear it," Quinn handed him his glass.
"It's really not that funny," Judy commented and Russell glared at her.
"Of course it was funny. And here's how it went," then he continued to explain, in great detail, the most racially offensive joke that Quinn had ever heard. It went on to stereotype ever race under the rainbow and ended with a bit of sexist humor. She blinked a few times in response, not knowing exactly what to do once the punchline rolled in.
Santana had heard tons of racially charged jokes in her time but none made her as pissed as this one. It wasn't even funny. Jokes are supposed to be funny. She almost asked Russell at the end to explain what was so funny but decided against it. She also decided to humor him because, well, she's heard worst. So Santana gave a fake laugh, "Funny."
"I thought so!" Russell looked at the other two women in the room, "I guess Fabray women don't have a sense of humor."
"I guess not," Judy mumbled as she took a sip out of her glass.
"So," he looked back to Santana, "I know you're going to school here like Lucy, but please tell me that you're not as unlucky in the love department as her."
"Not really, I guess-"
"It's weird," Russell interrupted, "Our eldest was already engaged by her second year of college. What's going on with our Lucy? Right, Judy."
Judy just shrugged and looked away.
"Anyways," Russell brought the attention back to Santana, "Tell me you at least have a boyfriend. It would be sad to be sitting in a Lonely Hearts house."
Santana bit her tongue, already completely annoyed with the man, "I don't have a boyfriend. Not because it's a choice, but because I'm gay."
"Oh God," Russell downed his drink, "Another beautiful woman going to hell."
"There's a lot of them down there. I don't think it'll be that bad," Quinn said more to herself but loud enough for everyone to hear. They all looked at her, some faces confused while one was suddenly happy. Quinn sighed and decided that she might as well get this over with, "You guys know that Santana and I aren't just roommates, right?"
It was silent in the room only for a moment before Judy clapped, "I knew it!"
"What did you know?" Russell snapped.
"That they're together," Judy shook her head at the man, "I mean seriously, Russell? She is her father's daughter. Sandy here is a beautiful girl, could you really expect Quinn not to date her?"
Santana blushed and Quinn reached over to take her hand. Russell seemed mad, though, and stood up from his seat, "But Quinn is not a… Homosexual!"
"She's told us like five times now, Russell. Now I don't have the greatest memory, but you have no excuse for not remembering," Judy motioned down, "Now sit down. You're embarrassing us!"
Russell stomped his foot before sitting down and Quinn was majorly impressed with whatever she had just seen, "Thanks, mom."
"No problem, Quinnie," Judy reached over to grab the wine bottle, "Now tell me how you two met and all the details and everything. And though your father looks like he doesn't want to hear it, he really does. I promise."
Quinn smiled and began to tell the story as vividly as possible. Russell sat quietly for the rest of the night, except every now and then to comment on something that Santana had said because they kind of bonded sort of. Judy had also bonded with the Latina, but still called her every name under the sun except her own.
By the end of the night, once Judy and Russell were getting ready to leave and Quinn was kissing them goodbye, Santana knew that she had made the right decision to be with Quinn. She also made the decision that tonight, before they went to bed, she would propose to Quinn Fabray, the love of her life. She'd be happy to share those parents.