Unexpectedly Yours

9.

The car ride was made in complete silence. I totally understood and didn't try to push or say anything to cheer her up. Quinn was feeling her feelings and I would support her in that process. When we arrived at my house, I turned off the car, got out, grabbed everything from the back seat and we walked into the house. I opened and closed the door. My parents came walking up to us because they noticed the silence and they immediately knew what had happened with Quinn's parents.

"Quinn, may we talk to you," my Mom asked genuinely.

"Sure," Quinn replied.

I looked at her and said, "I'll be upstairs if you need me."

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. I climbed the stairs. I quickly put Quinn's belongings on my bed. Then I ran to the stairs and sat on the top step to eavesdrop. Luckily for me, my parents guided her to her the living room. From my perspective I saw Quinn walk to the couch first and my mother sat down next to her. I assumed that my Dad was in his chair.

"So," my Mom started to say and then continued, "I take it that the conversation didn't go well with your parents."

"Unfortunately, no," Quinn said and started to get emotional. My Mom placed her hand on Quinn's back for support.

"They, she, disowned me," Quinn replied. Quinn then let the tears fall freely.

'Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to speak with them," my Mom asked as she moved closer to Quinn.

"No," Quinn said as she brushed the tears away, "I don't think it would do any good."

"I'm sorry," my Dad said somberly.

"And to make today even better," Quinn said sarcastically, "I am no longer a Cheerio!"

"What?" my Mom asked in shock.

"Yep, Coach Sylvester threw me off the team because of who I am choosing to love," Quinn answered.

"Can she do that?" my Dad asked as he began to get defensive, "Who does she think she is? Just because she's an 'on-air personality' with 'Sue's Corner' it doesn't give her the right to treat people this way. I'm calling Figgins tomorrow."

"Mr. Lopez I appreciate your support and understanding, but like I told your daughter I don't want to be a part of a team that doesn't respect my choices." Quinn replied.

"Does Santana know about you being kicked off," my Mom asked.

"Yes, she was at practice because I asked her to be," Quinn replied.

"Oh," my Mom said.

"I asked her to be there because the other cheerleaders sometimes bring their boyfriends so I honestly didn't see the harm in it. She sat quietly on the bottom row of the bleachers and just watched me. She was supporting me and I am grateful to her for that," Quinn explained.

"So it sounds like you had a disappointing day, to say the least," my Dad said.

"In a way," Quinn said.

"What do you mean?" my Mom asked.

"Yes, my life has changed drastically, but it has changed for the better because I have your amazing daughter and she has me," Quinn said and smiled a little.

"Oh, that's sweet," my Mom said.

"No, Mrs. Lopez, it's the truth. I now know that Santana and I can get through anything as long as we're together," Quinn said proudly.

"Do you love our daughter?" my Dad asked.

"I haven't told her this…" Quinn started.

I quickly stood up. I made the stair creak so I tried very hard to not make any more noise and got to my room before Quinn fully answered my Dad's question.

I didn't hear Quinn's answer and I'm glad I didn't. When she feels comfortable with expressing her love for me I want to hear it for the first time from her and not just because it was a question that was asked of her.

I kept my door slightly ajar. I got every other word of their conversation.

"Ok, then. We've been talking this over," my Mom started to whisper.

"And we'd be honored if you would move in here with us," my Dad finished her thought. He stood up, fished in his pocket, and then handed her a key to the house.

Quinn accepted the key and then jumped up and down in excitement.

"Thank you…thank you, so much," Quinn said.

"You're welcome dear," my Mom said happily.

"How can I contribute to the household," Quinn asked seriously.

"Just help Santana clean up after herself so I don't have to," my Mom said and chuckled.

"Oh, okay, is there anything else," Quinn asked.

"Unfortunately we don't have a spare room so our only request is that you respect the privilege that we are giving you and Santana," my Dad told her.

"We will, sir," Quinn said sincerely.

Then Quinn hugged my parents tightly and she said, "Thank you."

Then I heard a commotion coming up the stairs so I closed the door and started to make room for her in my closet.

She burst into the room, held up her key, smiled, and yelled, "Baby, I can stay!"

I whipped myself and smiled the widest smile I've ever smiled. I started to run towards her. She saw me and started to run toward me. When we were inches apart, I picked up, hoisted her up as high as I could, and then I twirled us around in excitement. I began to lower her back down to ground, but stopped when our lips were inches apart. She separated the gap with an electrifying kiss. I became weak so she helped me with her bringing her back to the carpet. We remained in the kiss as she brought her hands up to my face. I wrapped both of my arms around her body and squeezed her as tightly as possible. We gravitated towards the bed and since my back was facing it, she pushed me backwards. She then got on the bed and straddled my body. She brought her head down and captured my lips in another kiss. Her blonde hair fell over us so I tried to brush the strands away from her eyes.

"Santana," she moaned.

"Quinn," I moaned back in the kiss.

Air became an issue then so we separated. Darn air!

"I'm so excited," Quinn said happily.

We lay on our backs looking up at the ceiling as we held hands.

"I am beyond excited…I've never lived with anyone, well besides my parents," I said.

"Me either…Do you want to make some 'rules' for us," she asked.

"Ok, first rule, when we argue and it's bound to happen, we need to talk it out like two rational people. No yelling. Just a civilized conversation," I suggested.

"Great. Rule number two we never go to bed angry. We stay up until the problem is resolved," she said.

"Agreed. Rule number three we try to help my parents as much as possible. They have given me a big gift by letting you live with us so I intend on helping them," I said.

"Absolutely, they are great parents, San…I wish that my parents were that accepting," she said and started to cry.

"Please Quinn don't cry," I pleaded as I wiped her tear away.

"I'm sorry. I have never asked them for a lot. Just the basics that a parent should want to give to their child…love, support, guidance…"

"Oh, I know. If I ever have kids they won't have to question any of that."

"You see yourself as a parent," Quinn asked me.

"Of course. It won't happen the 'normal' way, but yes, I do."

"Obviously. When it's time we'll know," she simply said.

I released her hand, flipped over, and looked her in her eyes.

"Do you know what you just said," I asked, as I wanted to make sure.

"Yup, I do," she said nonchalantly.

"You want that with me?"

"Sure…not tomorrow or the next day, but kids are in our future, Santana."

"Cool," I replied.

"Hey, do you want to call Brittany and tell her the 'good' news," Quinn asked.

"Sure!" I said and grabbed my phone.

I dialed her number and as soon as she picked up, I yelled, "Whazzzup?"

To which she answered, "Whazzzzup?"

Quinn laughed hysterically.

"Some big shit went down, B!" I said.

"Word? Like what?" she replied.

"Can you two talk like two big girls," Quinn asked.

"Um, nope," Brittany answered.

"Okay, then," she said as she threw her hands up in surrender.

"Well, first thing, Coach Sylvester kicked Quinn off the squad," I said.

"What? Why?"

"Cuz she's a tool!" Quinn said into the phone and I chuckled.

"I'm sorry Quinn…that sucks big ones," Brittany said.

"That, my friend, it does," Quinn replied.

"But wait there's more," I said in an announcer's tone of voice.

"Oh, really?"

"Yup, then we went to her house and she came out to her parents…" I started, but Brittany cut me off.

"That's amazing, Quinn…Congrats!" Brittany yelled into the phone.

"Let her finish," Quinn said.

"Oh," Brittany responded.

"Yea, well, Quinn's parents couldn't accept her so she had to move out," I said.

"Oh, wow…where are you staying? You can spend some time with my family and me. We have a spare room," Brittany rambled on.

"Brittany, calm down. It's alright." Quinn said with a laugh in her voice.

"Where are you going to live," Brittany asked because she didn't put two and two together.

"She's living with me and my parents," I said.

"O-M-G! Really?" Brittany replied.

"Quinn's living with Santana," we heard a voice say in the background on Brittany's end.

"B., is that Rachel," I asked.

"Um, yes, hope it was okay," Brittany asked.

"Yea, sure," Quinn said.

"Hi, Mini Streisand," Santana greeted Rachel.

"Hello, Santana," Rachel said back.

"I'm sorry, B…I didn't know you were entertaining. We could have called you back," I said.

"No worries. Rachel's cool with our friendship. She knows you're important to me," Brittany said.

"As I also know that Brittany is important to you, Santana," Quinn said.

"We should hang out on Friday night," Rachel said.

"Sure," Quinn answered for the both of us.

"So we gotta go. Rachel's helping me with Math," Brittany said.

"That's great! Sorry I've been MIA lately," I said apologetically.

"No worries. I have also," Brittany said.

"See you in homeroom," I said.

"True dat!"

"Bye, Rachel," Quinn said.

"Have a nice evening, Quinn and Santana," Rachel responded.

Then we hung up.

The rest of the week flew by. Every time I saw my parents I thanked them and hugged them tightly. By the end of the week, my Dad jokingly exclaimed, "Enough already. We get it!"

We all laughed. We had been making my parents dinner almost every night. This was Quinn's idea. They seemed to enjoy it and I liked being domestic with Quinn. Every night we held each other as we drifted off to sleep.

The day of our reading, I was more nervous than I should have been.

"Why you nervous," she asked me.

"I don't know since it's not about us," I answered.

"We'll be fine," she assured me.

And we were. We got a round of applause from the class and our teacher. We were both really proud of it and we both received A's for the assignment.

Before we both knew it the week before Valentine's Day was upon us.

"What are you and Quinn doing for Valentine's Day," Brittany asked.

"We're going to her cabin," I responded and tried to make it sound like it wasn't a major deal.

"Are you nervous," she asked.

I can never get anything past Brittany. And I think that's why we stayed friends after everything.

"Yes," I exclaimed.

Brittany laughed out loud.

"C'mon B, little help," I asked.

"Sorry, S. You'll be fine," she encouraged.

"Should I get her anything? Write her a new poem," I asked nervously.

"Roses and write her a poem and recite it to her when you get there. Ooh, bring candles," Brittany said.

"Good call, B. What are you and ma…Rachel doing?" I asked.

"I'm taking her out to Breadstix and to a movie probably," she said.

"How's that going?" I asked sincerely.

"I guess, pretty good. It takes a lot to date a diva…" she said and sighed.

"And she is a diva. As long as she's treatin' you well," I said.

"Of yeah, she is. We had our first kiss last night," she said.

"Aww. That's good. Did she have stinky breath," I asked and tried not to laugh.

"Minty fresh," she responded with a little chuckle.

"Very nice…what are you getting Rachel," I asked.

"I dunno," she said and scratched her head.

"What's she into? Besides Streisand and being a pain in the butt sometimes," I asked.

"Music…she's a great singer," Brittany said.

"Make her a mixed CD of all the songs that remind you of her," I suggested.

"Brilliant," she said, "To play it safe I'll get her flowers too."

"Wanna go Thursday night and pick them up?"

"Sure. I'll pick you up."

"Coolness."

Just then Quinn came walking up behind us.

"I've heard that Puck wants to talk with us," she said.

"Want me to come with?" Brittany asked.

"Um, no, we're good," I said, "Go to Math!"

"Text me later," Brittany asked.

"Sure, bye B.," I said as I walked away with Quinn.

We walked into the library and found Puck sitting at a table alone.

"Puck, I didn't know that you knew this place existed," I said sarcastically.

"Haha, Lopez," he replied.

"Ok, Puck, why did you want to see us," Quinn asked.

"I wanted to say thank you for not pressing charges on me. That wouldn't have been good for me, so thank you…" he said.

I interrupted him, "And?"

"And I am sorry. Quinn you know me," Puck said and looked directly into her eyes.

"I thought I did. But a guy who would think of putting his hands on women…" Quinn said.

"I know…it wasn't my best day, I admit that," he said.

"So why'd you do it," I asked.

"Why? Cuz my girlfriend had just told me that she was falling in love with another person. When you hear this you assume that it's with another guy. But for you to tell me that you are falling in love with Santana…I went temporarily insane for a bit there," he said honestly.

"I know it was a big shock. I didn't expect to feel this way for her, Puck, but I am falling in love with her." Quinn said honestly.

"And I am falling in love with her," I said.

"That's great! I am happy for you. I truly am," he said.

"Thank you, Puck," she said.

"Yes, Puck, thank you," I said.

"I'm not a totally bad guy ladies," he said and chuckled.

"No, Noah, you were a great boyfriend," Quinn said to help boost his ego.

"Truce?" he asked and extended his hand towards me for a handshake.

"Truce," I said, grabbed his hand, and shook it.

"Oh, just one more thing," he said.

"Oh, what's that," I asked.

"Don't hurt her," he said and stared me down.

I was nervous for a second, but then said, "I don't plan on it."

Then we got up from the table. Quinn hugged him. I watched their interaction and thought it was cute.

Then we all walked away from the table and from that experience, I believe, better people because of it.