A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and subscriptions from the last chapter, I was pretty overwhelmed when I checked my emails!
A few people have been asking whether this will be potential Brittana, and yes, it will be. I'm not sure how yet but they will get there in the end. I also agree with the reviews that say that they want it not to be just Santana fighting. Don't worrry, you'll find out more about why they broke up as we go along and see that it definitely wasn't one sided.
This chapter is shorter than the last one but hopefully it'll do until the next one!
Chapter Two
A loud crash echoed through the Puckerman house as the coffee table fell on its side.
'Oh my god Carter, I told you to be careful!' Quinn screamed at her eight year old son from the kitchen where she was making us a cup of coffee.
'It wasn't me mom, Lucas did it!'
'I don't care, no more playing in the living room! Outside now! Don't you huff at me!'
I laughed as I watched Quinn march her boys into the backyard. She had her hands full with them.
'Fucking boys,' Quinn ranted as she stormed back into the kitchen. 'I don't know what the fuck I did to deserve them. Noah says I'm overreacting but do you know why he thinks that? Because HE works all day. He only sees them at night when they're worn out. And why are they worn out? From running me ragged all day. I'd hate them if they weren't so cute.'
Quinn loved her children more than anything. After having Beth in high school and giving her up for adoption, she had realised how important it was for her to try again. She and Puck had married two years after college and Carter James Puckerman was born soon after. He was followed by Lucas John Puckerman, now five, and then Joshua Scott Puckerman, now two. When asked about her kids, Quinn always replied that she had an 8 year old, a five year old, a two year old and a thirty something year old. As much as she complained about them, her boys were her life and they had her wrapped around their little fingers. There was only one rule she insisted they stuck to; no Mohawks.
'Anyway, you were saying,' Quinn continued. 'So she just handed you them with no explanation?'
'Yes! It was as if she was giving me a fucking birthday card.' I retorted. I had just told her about Brittany and the divorce papers she'd served me with two days ago.
'I mean, it makes sense. You guys have been separated for two years now. I'm surprised one of you didn't sort it out earlier,' Quinn placed a cup of hot coffee in front of me as she sipped her own. 'Does it bother you that she wants a divorce?'
'Well we're pretty much divorced already. There's nothing 'together' about us. We even cut the tablecloths in half. I just don't know why she wants to do it now,' I replied as I brought my mug to my lips. I was telling the truth. Brittany and I were over but we'd had some kind of weird agreement that we wouldn't officially divorce. We'd never actually said to each other that we had this agreement but it was pretty obvious. At least I thought it was.
'Maybe she just wants to start new? Make it official and begin again?' Quinn suggested as she leaned back against the countertop and shrugged at me. 'You know what's pissing me off?'
'What?'
'The fact that that bitch Tina probably knows why but we don't.'
I snorted into my cup. Somehow during conversations between Quinn and I, it always came back to how much we hated Tina Cohen Chang. I don't know whether we actually hated her anymore or if it was just habit. To be honest, bitching about Tina made us feel young again. Talking about that Asian tranny took us back to wearing our Cheerio's uniforms on the bleachers at McKinley High, shouting abuse at anyone and everyone who walked past for being ugly, only now we didn't have Brittany to call us out for being too mean.
'I bet it was fucking Tina's idea,' I groaned, receiving a nod from Quinn. 'She's probably worried I'll get to hell before I can sign the papers.'
'I saw her at the school yesterday, she was handing out flyers for the sports day next Thursday- she's on the PTA of course,' Quinn raised her eyebrows at me knowingly before carrying on. 'And she completely blanked me. I'm talking not even one glance in my direction. Luckily, Leah Birming gave me her flyer or I would have marched over and demanded she gave me one. Oh and get this. She was wearing crocs.'
'Oh dear lord, not crocs!' I laughed at Quinn. 'Like you even wanted a flyer anyway.'
'Of course I wanted a flyer. I need to scrapbook it and title it, 'The Day My Child Was Superior to Everyone Else and Everybody Knew About It', just in case I forget.' Quinn smirked. Carter was good at sports and he did beat everyone in his class. I knew she was joking about the scrapbooking (Quinn and I were definitely not 'scrapbooking moms') but I wasn't so sure about the title. 'Are you going or is it Brittany's day?'
'It's Brittany's day but we decided that we'd both go since its Talia's first one,' I replied as I drank more of my coffee. Normally, Britt and I stuck to our days religiously. We figured it would be easier for Natalia if it wasn't changing all the time. However, sometimes we shared days if it was a special occasion. For sports day, Natalia would spent the night before with Brittany, we'd both go to the school to watch her, and then she'd come home with me.
'We got another letter from Beth yesterday,' Quinn smiled at me. 'She invited me and Noah to her graduation.'
'Aw Q, that's great!' I got up to hug her. Beth had first gotten in touch with her and Puck three years ago. It was just a letter letting them know that she was well and that she appreciated what they'd done for her. It wasn't much but I knew that it meant a lot to Quinn. After that, Beth had met up with them and met her brothers for the first time. It had been overwhelming at first but they'd all gotten on really well and started seeing each other every few months. I had been ecstatic for Quinn. I knew that she had always wondered whether giving Beth away was the right decision but seeing her had confirmed it.
'I'm really excited! What do I wear?' Quinn asked me as she returned the hug.
'As long as you and Shelby don't wear those god awful matching outfits that our mom's wore then you're fine,' I told her as my nose wrinkled in disgust at the memory. On the first day of kindergarten, Quinn, Brittany and I had worn matching dresses. We continued this at graduation by wearing matching dresses under our robes. For some reason, our mom's decided that they would join in by buying the same purple and green floral skirt-suit. And be photographed together wearing them. Publicly.
'Oh god, don't remind me. Those things were so embarrassing. I think I just about died of shame when my mom shouted over everyone, 'Quinnie! Gloria and Susan and I are over here! Remember, shoulders back, chest out and smiiilllleeeeeeee!'' Quinn shuddered at the memory.
'I remember,' Santana laughed as she imagined Judy Fabray's proud face in her head. 'And then you tried to ignore her but Britt made sure you acknowledged her because she's the-'
'Only mom you'll ever get.' Quinn said softly. She looked at me knowingly for a second and I ducked my eyes away from her stare.
'Hey Quinn, do you know who did think those suits were cute?' I asked her, changing the subject.
'Who?'
'Tina.'
We both looked at each other before we burst out laughing. I knew that wherever she was, Coach Sylvester would feel a wave of accomplishment wash over her.
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