Unexpectedly Yours

8.

The rest of that day went as normal as possible for Quinn and me. We went home after school and she helped me ice my back and side which had begun to hurt a little.

"Are you sure you're okay," Quinn asked me concerned.

"Yes, Beautiful, I am. Just a little sore, is all."

"Do you want me to massage it?"'

"If you want to, yes, please," I replied with a wide grin.

She maneuvered herself behind me and took both of her hands and gently massaged my upper back first because I was sitting up. She did this for a few minutes then she stopped.

"Ok, lie down on your stomach," she asked.

I gingerly lay down on my stomach because this action hurt a little.

"Ouch!" I said as I lowered myself.

"You okay, baby," she asked again.

"Yes, I am."

She very gently massaged both sides of my lower back. She ran her hands up and down several times.

"So how did everyone treat you after…" she asked me.

"Hmm, like normal, I guess," I said.

"Oh, that's good."

"What about you," I asked.

"Besides the occasional stare, it was business as usual," she replied.

"I guess JewFro hasn't done anything with the photo, yet," I said, "Are you going to be okay when he uses it?"

"What do you mean?" she asked as she lay down next to me.

"Are you going to be okay when everyone knows," I asked.

"Yes, I am."

"Wow…you're sure about that?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"No, no. It's just that once he does whatever he's going to do with it, there's no turning back…you're gonna be out."

"Oh, I know. And honestly am okay and ready," Quinn said and smiled.

"So it's true?"

"What's true?" she asked.

"You are falling for me," I replied with a smile.

"With every day that passes," she looked at me and brushed a stray strand of hair out of my eyes. Then she leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

Just then my cell phone beeped.

Quinn got up, got it from my desk, and handed it to me.

I looked at it and saw it was Brittany.

"It's Brittany. It says to go onto the unofficial WMHS website. And it also says, 'Sorry S!'"

Quinn grabbed my laptop and surfed to the website to find the photo that Jacob took had been enhanced in size.

"'Head Cheerio and Res out lesbian a couple?' Can he get away with that?" Quinn asked furious.

"It's free speech, Beautiful! Unfortunately."

Then we heard a knock on my door.

"Come in," I said.

"Hi, Santana…" my Mom said as she entered my room, "Oh hi Quinn."

"Hi, Mami…" I said as I slowly sat up.

"Santana are you okay," my Mom said when she noticed my slow reflexes.

"I'm okay. Had a little run in today."

"With Puck?" she asked and looked at Quinn for confirmation.

"Yes, Mrs. Lopez. She was so brave," Quinn said and smiled.

"You were the brave one," I said and looked at Quinn.

"Well, as long as you're okay. I don't like to think about him hurting you, Santana," my Mami said with tears, which streamed down her cheeks.

"Mami, he can't hurt me or Quinn any more," I said sincerely.

"You both have our support, but I think it's time to tell your parents Quinn," my Mom suggested.

"We'll tell them tomorrow after school," Quinn said.

"Ok," my Mami said as she started to leave the room.

"Mom," I said quickly.

"Yes, dear."

As she turned back around, I turned the laptop to face her.

"Oh my…who took the picture?"

"A jerk who has a blog and runs the school paper," Quinn said.

"Can anything be done by us," my Mom asked.

"Unfortunately, no, he had every right to run the photo. But we are in this together and will get through it as a couple," I said confidently,

"You are the bravest person I know, Santana. I'm proud to be your Mom," my Mom said proudly.

"Thank you," I said humbly.

Then she left the room. Quinn and I stared at each other for a while. Then Quinn spoke up by saying, "Do you want to talk to my parents tomorrow night?"

"We totally don't have to. I'll deal with my parents…"

"Santana, no. I told them that we'd respect their wishes. And that's what we're going to do. If my parents can't handle it then it's there loss. I'll find someplace to stay," Quinn said and looked upset.

Then I slowly stood up, grabbed her hand, and pulled us down the stairs.

"Santana, what are you doing?" Quinn asked nervously.

"Trust me…" I said and continued walking.

"I do!"

We found my parents in the living room watching television. We sat down quietly and waited for them to notice us.

"What is it?" my Dad asked.

"I'm not sure if Mom told you about our day at school…" I started and then continued, "Tomorrow after school we are going to go to Quinn's house to talk to her parents. Then we will be totally out."

"Ok," my Dad said, as he didn't know exactly where I was leading.

"There's a good possibility that things won't go the way we intend them to go, right Quinn," I asked so she could be included in the conversation.

"Yes, my parents aren't like you…they're not supportive…" she said.

"What are you trying to get at," my Mom asked.

"Quinn is going to need a place to stay. Can she move in with us," I asked and held my breath.

"Um, well, can we discuss it," my Dad asked.

"Yes, of course. I'd be happy to contribute to your household in any way I can," Quinn said humbly.

"Ok, we'll take that into consideration…but honestly do you think you're parents would disown you," my Mom asked sincerely.

"I hate to say this and sound like I'm disrespecting them, but yes I do. I make that assumption on another incident I had with Puck. My parents like to show the outside world that we're a perfect and happy family, but we are not. This is why I never want to leave you and Santana," Quinn said and got emotional.

I pulled her into a hug and kissed the side of her head.

"You two are really forming an honest relationship, aren't you," my Dad asked as he watched our interaction.

"Yes, Dad, we are. She is beginning to be 'the one'," I said, but kept my eyes on my parents.

"Ok, we'll think about it and let you know. Quinn, I assume you're staying again tonight," my Dad asked.

Quinn nodded.

"Not too late, girls," my Mom suggested.

Then Quinn and I walked hand in hand upstairs to my room. Once I closed the door, I asked, "How do you think it went?"

"Great! They're considering it which is probably more than I deserve," Quinn said honestly.

"Come here, Beautiful," I said and opened my arms for a hug. She ran to me and I pulled her into my body. We stood there simply hugging each other.

"I care for you very much, Santana," Quinn said while still in my arms.

"I care for you deeply," I said and she kissed me on the cheek.

Then we finished our homework, ate dinner, went to bed, and lay in each other's arms.

"Do you think about our first time," she whispered.

"First time doing what?"

"Um," she answered.

Then the light bulb went off in my head.

"Oh, oh, that," I said and she smiled.

"Yes, Baby, that," she said and giggled.

"I think about it more than I should really."

"Really?" she said and I saw her grin widely.

"Of course…you don't?" I asked as I nudged her.

She laughed.

"I think about it too," she said.

"Whew! That's good, isn't it," I asked.

"Yup, it is," she replied.

"If I have the privilege of moving in with you and your family, I think we should not do that in here," Quinn suggested.

"Wow…you really don't want to disrespect my parents," I said kind of shocked.

"I made them a promise," she answered.

"Where do you want our first time to be? Please don't say school," I begged.

"God, no. It can't be the park cuz there's laws about that," she said and giggled. I laughed with her.

"Then where," I asked.

Then I watch Quinn's face light up with excitement.

"Do you know that I have a cabin? It's actually my grandfather's but he gave it to me, I guess, to escape from my parents," she said.

"Wow. You want to take me up there," I asked.

"You're my girl," she said.

"I'll always be your girl," I said and kissed her forehead.

"When do you want to go?" she asked me.

"Um, how's Valentine's Day? It's a Friday this year."

"Perfect. We'll stay the weekend."

"I can't wait," I said excitedly.

"But for right now, I think it's best if we go to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow," Quinn suggested.

"Good night, Beautiful," I said and leaned forward for a kiss.

"Good night Baby," she said and leaned the rest of the way to meet my lips. Then we gravitated there for several minutes.

"Quinn," I moaned in the kiss.

"Santana," she moaned back.

Then we broke the kiss for air.

"I love when you do that," she said and smiled shyly.

"It comes naturally. Just like us," I said and smiled. Then she nuzzled into my body and I wrapped her in my arms. In a matter of a few minutes, we were asleep.

The next day we got up, ate breakfast, and got ready for school. We left and arrived there with plenty of time. We hung out in her car for a while. Soon the parking lot became fuller as the students walked into school. Before we got out of the car, Quinn pulled me towards her and kissed me passionately. Our tongues met and massaged each other. We tilted our heads back and forth to really give each other everything we could in the kiss. Then I broke it only for air.

"Hmm, thank you," she said with a smile.

"I love doing that in public," I said excitedly.

"Well, if you liked that, just you wait for this," she said, got out of the car, grabbed her stuff from the back seat and shut the door. She ran over to my side of the car and opened the door for me. Once I was outside, she grabbed my hand and we walked into the building like it was just another day. We walked into the hallway and everyone stopped dead in their tracks. We assumed that everyone had either saw the website article or heard about it. We were getting gawked at. Usually I would run off and cower in a corner. But with Quinn's hand in my own, I had a much higher level of self-esteem. I was falling in love with someone and I didn't care who knew it.

She seemed to be fine with all of this new attention. She put on a smile. Just not a fake smile, but a sincere and genuine one.

We walked over to my locker and for the first time I didn't have to fiddle with the combination. After a few minutes the people around us went back to doing whatever it was they were doing before we walked in.

Brittany came skipping up behind us.

"Good morning, ladies," she said cheerfully.

"What's up B," I asked as I took notice of her.

"I'm happy," Brittany said.

"That's good, details in homeroom," I said and smiled.

"Well, I'm going to leave you in good hands," Quinn said as she went to peck me on my lips.

"No, do you have to go," I whined after we kissed.

"Yes, Baby, I must…" she replied.

"See you in English," I said.

"I'm counting the minutes. Brittany take good care of her," she instructed. Brittany saluted her with a smile.

"Could I have another kiss," I asked not really expecting her to give me one.

She closed the gap between us, cupped my face with both of her hands, and planted a sweet, passionate, from the heart kiss onto my lips. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I moaned softly.

And just like that she broke the kiss and walked away with a smile on her face.

"Uh oh, you're in trouble," Brittany teased.

"No, I'm in love," I whispered as I watched Quinn walk away from our small group.

The day flew by. I told Brittany that Quinn and I were going to talk to her parents today after school.

"Good luck, S!"

"Thanks B," I replied with a smile.

Then it was time for English. I bounded down the hallway to the room and saw that she was already sitting down at our table. Her face lit up as she saw me walking to her.

"There's my Baby," she said and smiled.

"Hey there, Beautiful!" I said and smiled back.

I plopped down and threw my bag on the table. When I turned back to face her I was shocked to see her lips coming at me. I quickly prepared myself and kissed her as much as she was kissing me when our lips met. Then our English teacher walked in. She cleared her throat signaling us to stop.

Then class started. Some kids read their poems. I wasn't really paying attention because she had grabbed my hand under the table and wouldn't let it go. I didn't mind at all.

The bell rang and everyone started to exit the classroom. Before Quinn and I left she boldly said, "You're coming to watch my Cheerios practice!"

"Oh, I am…am I?"

"You don't want to," she asked and dropped her head.

"Oh, God, Quinn, I want to…I'm sorry…" I quickly said in the hopes of making her feel better.

"Got cha!" she said as she raised her head. She had a smile from ear to ear on her face.

"Wow!" I said and smiled, "You're good!"

Then she kissed me again. Five times in one day. I can so get used to this.

She broke the kiss and said, "After practice we'll go straight to my house. My parents should be home since I texted them."

We walked into the hallway and someone told us that Puckerman had been suspended. In an odd way, I felt relieved. I never want to hear about a fellow student getting suspended, but in this scenario I think he got what he deserved.

After school, I ran to the football field and sat on the bottom row of the bleachers. I tried to stay out of the way so Coach Sylvester wouldn't yell at me.

Quinn saw me and smiled brightly and waved. I returned that smile.

Coach Sylvester saw out interaction from where she was standing and barked, "Fabray!"

Quinn ran up to her and said cheerfully, "Yes, Coach."

"Is that Lopez over there?"

"Yes, it is," Quinn stated firmly.

"Why?"

"Why what, Coach?" Quinn responded.

"Why is she here," Coach asked. I could see her expression from where I sat. It was not a pleasant experience as I looked at her.

"She's here because I asked her to come," Quinn responded truthfully.

"Um, why would you ask her," Coach said as she continued to look down at Quinn.

I walked up to them and said, "Hi, I couldn't help but overhear. I can leave if you'd like me to."

"Grand idea," Coach Sylvester said.

"No, Santana, you're not going anywhere," Quinn demanded more to Coach Sylvester than to me.

"Quinn I'm not wanted," I said as I tried to defuse the situation.

"I'm the head cheer leader and she is my girlfriend. If my Coach can't understand this then…" Quinn stated.

"Fabray, you're off the team," Coach Sylvester said.

"Wait a minute," I intervened, "We, she, hasn't done anything wrong."

"Oh, really, she broke up with Puckerman…to be with you," Coach Sylvester yelled.

"So I'm off the team," Quinn said with a hint of emotion in her voice.

"Yes." Coach Sylvester simply stated.

"Well, good luck with winning Nationals this year! C'mon Santana, let's go," Quinn said as we walked off the field and into the locker room.

"Quinn, I am so sorry," I said in complete shock.

"It's not your fault," Quinn whispered.

"What can I do?" I asked.

"Can you give me a few minutes alone," Quinn asked and looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Um, is that what you need?" I asked totally unaware of what to do.

"Yes, if you don't mind…here are the keys to my car. I'll be out shortly," Quinn said as tears fell down her cheeks. I reluctantly took the keys from her, turned around, and walked out of the locker room and out of the school.

I walked to her car, unlocked it, and got in. then I cried. I cried for the injustice of what just happened. I cried for Quinn.

While I was crying I didn't hear the car door open and shut. I looked up and Quinn was sitting next to me.

"Do you want to break up," I asked meekly.

"Do you want to break up?" she asked me.

"No, not ever," I responded.

"Ok, Santana, look…what happened today shouldn't have happened at all. Coach was being a jerk. I honestly don't want to be a part of a team that doesn't respect my choices or me. You, Santana Lopez, make me the happiest I've ever been in my entire life. That is why I am going to my house and coming out to my parents. No one is going to stand in the way of our happiness," Quinn said.

"So you're totally fine with not being a Cheerio?" I asked.

"Honestly it hurt, but you're so worth it. I see a life with you after high school. I see everything that we were supposed to have with guys if things were different. I see love in our future. And this is all I want," Quinn said honestly.

She put the key in the ignition, but before she stepped on the gas, I said, "I need to feel your arms around me."

She didn't say anything. She moved closer to me and flung her arms wide open for me. I wrapped my arms around her and we both tugged on each other. We hugged for a few minutes.

Then she drove to her parents' house. Once we arrived we pulled into the driveway.

"Are you sure about this," I asked.

She nodded her head and said, "It has to be done."

With that we walked up into her house.

"Mom? Dad?" Quinn called out.

"In the kitchen," her mother said.

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it as she walked us into the kitchen.

Both her parents were sitting around the island that was in the middle of the room.

"Hi," she said as she pulled me into the room.

There were two extra stools so she pulled one out for me to sit and then she sat down.

"You remember Santana Lopez?" Quinn asked and motioned to me.

"Oh yes," her mother replied and half smiled. Her father nodded her head.

"Well, I 'll get right to the point. Last week our English teacher paired us up to write a poem together which we have done. We will be reading it to the class on Friday…Since then we have been inseparable except for our different classes. We've gotten to know each other and are continuing that. What I'm trying to say is that I am falling in love with Santana," Quinn said and continued, "Mom…Dad…I'm gay."

Both of Quinn's parents looked at each other.

Her mother was the first one to speak as she said, "Well, that's unacceptable."

"How is that is 'unacceptable'?" Quinn asked hurt.

"Up until now you've been straight. You date Puck. You had the 'scare'. And after a weekend, you're a lesbian now?" her mother asked and shuddered at the thought.

"Yes, honey, what about Noah?" her father asked.

"Yesterday I broke up with him and he got violent with both Santana and me," Quinn said.

This seemed to enrage her father a little.

"Is this a fling...something that you're just going through?"

"No. I have very strong feelings for Santana. I see our future together and it is so bright."

"May I say something?" I spoke up.

"No, you may not," her mother snapped at me.

"Come off your high horse," Quinn said insultingly.

"Quinn!" her father yelled.

"Really Dad," Quinn asked.

"Ok, ok," her father said.

"I just want to know if you can accept me and accept my relationship with Santana," Quinn asked of her parents.

"I cannot," her mother replied without any room for interpretation.

Her father looked at his wife in horror.

"Come on now," he said, "Let's be rational."

"I am being rational," Quinn started, "I've waited my entire life to have a shot of having what I think Santana and I could have. I'm not going to blow it because my parents can't accept their daughter."

Quinn got down from the stool and started to walk away.

"C'mon Santana, we need to pack," she said to me. I got up and followed her up to her room.

Her mother didn't lift up her head or do anything to any object. Her father sat dumbfounded on his stool.

When we got to her room and shut the door, she fell into my arms and asked, "Is everyone against our love?"

I quickly guided her to her bed and helped her sit down. I knelt before her, looked into her green eyes, and said, "Not everyone is against us."

Then I started to pack for her.

"There's a box in the closet over there," she said and pointed to the closet. I opened the door, looked down and saw the already prepared box of Quinn's belongings.

"Is there anything else you'll need," I asked.

She shook her head. Then I put the box under my arm and grabbed her hand with my free hand. I led her out of her room, down the stairs, and almost out the door.

"Quinn," her mother yelled after us.

"Yes," she asked hopeful.

"I'm sorry, but I can't," her mother said.

With that Quinn and I turned around and walked out the door and to her car. I put the box in the back seat. Then I helped her get into the front.

"You're making a terrible mistake," I yelled at them as they watched their only daughter drive away with the person she chose to love.

Quinn took one last glance at her house and then she told me to drive away.