Here we go guys, a longer chapter as promised to make up for the last one being so short.
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Upon picking his phone up she glanced at the screen and seen that Santana was calling, her face showing as the background. Quinn smiled to herself, it was just so typical of Santana to change her personalized ringtone to one like that, especially on Ryan's phone.
Quinn slid the answer button and spoke into the receiver, "Hey San, nice ringtone".
The reply she got was, again, typical of Santana, "Well hello there, Captain. Confiscated your midget man's phone already I see. And I honestly have no clue what you're on about", Quinn could hear her best friend's smirk through the phone, she could also tell Santana was just as drunk as her boyfriend.
"No, you ass, I don't 'confiscate' his things and nice try but I know you have a secret love for PCD. I would like to know why you called him though, seeing as it was only about an hour ago that you were last hanging out" She questioned as she laid back on the bed, toying with Ryan's wallet.
"Do I hear jealousy in your tone, Q? Because you should know by now that I am so not interested in your man, or any other male specimen on this planet. 'Sides, I gots me a tall, blonde, fit as fuck dancer that I'm quite happy to spend the rest of my life with. She's quite the catch."
Quinn could hear the pleased tone in Santana's voice that meant that Brittany was nearby, so she greeted her as well, "Hi, B, how are you?"
Brittany's reply was, as always, chipper and full of life, "QUINN! Hi, I'm so good, how are you? I hope you aren't angry at Ry-Ry about tonight. I was upset with Sanny at first but then I kinda figured 'boys will be boys', am I right?"
Quinn distinctly heard Santana in the background stating she was nothing like a guy, but her words were ignored as Brittany continued, "Besides, strippers don't allow touching and San loves to touch so I knew she'd come home to me super horny and if San gets horny from that then Ry-Ry will too. Plus, they were both drunk and Sanny always gets so horny when she drinks. San said the others are still out but they went home early because they wanted to see us! Isn't that just so sweet, Q?"
Quinn was speechless, she was used to Britt's complete casualness about sex and, well, her weird take on life but she was not expecting that outburst whatsoever. Especially about Ryan coming home from a buck's night EARLY because he wanted to be with Quinn. She was beyond flattered and felt a little guilty about the way she went off at him earlier when he'd chosen to come back to her when he had the choice of more strippers and booze with his mates.
"Brrrriiiiiitttt", Santana's whining broke Quinn out of her thoughts, "must you tell all my secrets to the most prude person we've ever known? And how do you know about Ryan being horny? Actually, don't answer that, I no longer want to know. The reason for my call, Q, is to make sure the midget man got home safe. The last time I seen him he basically fell into the taxi and I had no idea if he gave the cabbie the right address."
Quinn chuckled slightly before replying, "You're right, Britt, Ry does get pretty horny when he drinks. I swear it's like his personal Viagra or something. Whoever said guys have trouble getting it up when drunk clearly has not been with Ryan Berry."
"Ughhh, yuck Q, I so did not want to know that. Like, at all. So, answer the damn question, is he home and safe and whatever? Or do we need to send out a search party for his midget ass?" Santana questioned, clearly annoyed at the fact that Quinn only said that to prove to Santana that she's no longer as prude as she was back in high school.
"Wow San, you sound like you really care for this "midget", should we organize the wedding now or at a later date?" Quinn teased with a smirk.
She heard Santana release and heavy sigh on the other end of the phone, "Please just answer so I can either go and have sex with my girlfriend or call the circus to see if they've picked up a stray, heavily tattooed, drunk midget in New York somewhere," came the tired and frustrated reply.
"Ok, yes, Ry is home safe, sound and relatively drunk. But is what Britt said true? About you guys coming home early? And what exactly did he do tonight? Did he throw dollar bills at disgusting strippers like any other normal guy would? I think he's lying to me, again, about not doing anything he isn't supposed to," Quinn was on the verge of tears again as she asked her best friend the questions that had been plaguing her mind since she found out where Ryan went.
"Whoa, whoa, whoaaaa, stop the words there for a minute Barbie, I can't even think straight with all your questions!" Santana sternly told her with a groan.
"Sorry, I just don't know what to think at this point," Quinn explained while wiping a stray tear from her cheek.
"Ok, one, Yes, what Britt said is true, Ryan and I left early coz we were over it. Being in Finnocence's presence for more than a few hours is enough for me, add alcohol to that and he's lucky I even went tonight.
Two, no joke, nothing, even man Chang was disappointed in your man's effort, or lack thereof, in not giving any of the strippers the slightest glance. Who in their right mind goes to a strip club and just sits at the bar talking to the, get this, MALE bartender about some new bands album or whatever when there's half naked women walking around with their titties out and asking if you'd like a private dance. I mean, come on, you're dating the lamest male known to mankind, Q, and he's in no way fun to go out with. Well, until he gets in the mood for shots and is more than capable to do 3 ABC's in a row without falling over, unlike Sam.
'Sides, do you really think I wouldn't have kicked his ass had he done anything even remotely stupid or disrespecting towards you? Have a little faith, Q," Santana told her honestly, slurring a little as she did.
Knowing that Santana was drunk and telling her this made Quinn feel so much better than she did before. Santana was one of those drunks that, no matter what you asked her when she was drunk, she'd tell you the truth. This was how Quinn found out all those years ago that San loved Brittany and that the two were in a secret relationship through high school. Quinn had always had suspicions, but having it confirmed made her so over the moon with joy for her best friends that she vowed to protect them until they were ready to admit their relationship to the world. No matter what she had been taught as a child raised in a Christian family, she always believed that anyone can love whoever they wanted.
"Thanks, San. I feel kinda bad that I went off at him now, seeing as he didn't actually do anything," she admitted, hazel eyes tearing up again.
"Uh-uh, don't you even think about crying right now, Blondie. I can't handle it. And don't feel guilty; he lied to you about tonight. I told Britt where I was going; sure she was angry at first but then I explained that I most definitely did not want to go, especially with Puckerman being the jackass I knew he'd be, but it was an important thing for Finn and, as much as I hate to say, being his friend meant that it was important for him that I go. Same goes for Ryan, but that moron should've explained all that to you instead of just tell you that he was going out with friends."
Quinn laughed, silently agreeing about Puck being a jackass before replying, "Well, I mean, he did tell me he was going to Finn's buck night and that Noah was the organizer. I guess I really should've figured it out from that information alone."
Santana scoffed, "You mean to tell me you were naïve enough to think that Noah Puckerman would've organized anything different from a strippers for a buck's night? We are talking about the same guy, right?"
The blonde girl sighed, "No, of course I knew. But that doesn't mean Ryan shouldn't have told me, right?" she asked shyly.
"Of course he should have, no questions. But you are rather scary, Q. He probably thought that you'd leave him right there and then, but not before cutting his balls off," Santana snickered.
"I would've been angry and upset, yes, but I wouldn't have left him, not for him being honest with me," she told the brunette on the other end of the line, sighing.
"So now you're gonna leave him? Like, that's it? I can see his reasoning for not telling you, Q, and that was because he didn't want you angry and upset over nothing. He knew as soon as he found out about tonight that he wasn't going to do anything stupid. That guy loves you so much and this just proves that he'd do anything to make sure you aren't hurt. Actually, now that I think about it, he was stuck between a rock and a hard place with this whole situation. Now he's hit the hard place because he didn't tell you, the rock being the place he would've hit had he actually told you, ya know?" Santana rambled, but made sense at the same time.
"God, how are you this drunk but making so much sense at the same time? And thanks, San, you've given me a lot to think about," Quinn told her earnestly with a smile on her face.
"It's all good in the hood. Bitch, please, I can totez handle my alcohol. I tell ya though, Q, your man can drink most people under the table. It's insane. Anyways, I'm gonna love and leave ya, I'll see you soon. Say hey to Berry for me", Santana said.
He'll be out of the shower any minute if you'd like to tell him yourself?" Quinn replied as she heard the water from the shower turn off and she glanced over to the bathroom door.
"Nah, then he'll think I actually like him or something,"
"Alright, San. I'll talk to you soon. Say bye to Britt for me."
"Will do, Cap. Just remember that Ry loves you, yeah? He really does have your best intentions at heart, G'night" and with that they both hung up.