Bring Me Home

Chapter 3: I'd Rather Be Blue Over You (Than Happy With Someone Else)

Disclaimer: The characters are the property of Fox

If there was one thing that Quinn regretted most in life, it was how poorly she treated others. Maybe if she had been a little nicer to her peers they wouldn't have ratted her out with malicious glee when their parents asked for confirmation that the rumors circling the once prominent Fabray family were true. Not barely a week after Finn tossed her out of his home for lying about Puck's baby being his, did her situation go from typical high school drama to full-on town scandal.

The next thing Quinn knows she's sitting in Father Fitzpatrick's office across from her parents in an attempt to resolve their family dispute. There was yelling, damn could her father yell and in a church no less! But after many hours of tears, hurtful accusations and prayers, her father caved and agreed to let her move back home. Quinn's not fooling herself, she knows that the main reason she is allowed to move back home is because her parents don't want to be painted as the villains in this soap opera.

But as long as she and her daughter have a roof over their heads, Quinn is resigned to put up with her parents arctic attitude towards her. Her mother thaws a few degrees once the baby is born. Judy Fabray took one look at her beautiful granddaughter and decided that maybe the world won't end if they accept her daughter's child into their lives.

Fall 2012

Santana looked so dreadfully sad waving to Quinn from the back of her parents car as they drove her to the airport. The two had spent the majority of the afternoon together before Mr. and Mrs. Lopez picked Santana up so she could make her 4 p.m. flight to New York. With the minivan turning the corner, effectively cutting yet another friend out of her life, Quinn felt the overwhelming urge to weep so she pulled out her phone and did the next best thing.

She wouldn't be alone, not as long as she had her beautiful two year old Sophia by her side but Santana had no one. Though she was popular in high school her status was more along the lines of a feared ruler rather than a more approachable friend, thus most people were happier to see her go. Without Brittany or herself, Santana really had no one who was willing to look pass the glare often marring Santana's lovely face to the fun, loyal girl she truly was. A quick text would solve at least one of the problems Quinn was sure Santana would face in a new environment without her Brittany Shield. Less than a minute later, Quinn laughs out loud at the response she received from Rachel.

"Never fear, I will take Santana under my wing and show her what a marvelous city this is!"

Quinn actually feels sorta bad for siccing Rachel Berry on Santana when she's this vulnerable but if anyone would be doggedly determined to drag the grouchy Latina out of her funk, Rachel was the prime choice.

It's weird how quickly they have fallen into a routine. Joining Glee in her sophomore year, Santana had taken one look at Rachel and decided for her social status and her own sanity, that she would keep her distance from the 'yet to be diagnosed lunatic'. But Rachel Berry is the type of person that grows on you, much like a wine that doesn't taste well until you pair it with the perfect meal. She's grateful everyday, for running into Rachel in that café and even more grateful that Rachel didn't harbor any ill will towards her for all of the abuse suffered at the Cheerio's hands. Re-entering her dorm that night Santana felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders and she had a vague idea whom she had to thank.

Begrudgingly, she takes out her cell and sends a two word text, "Thanks Q."

That first Thanksgiving Santana spent in NY, Rachel's dads flew out to visit and they all had dinner at her grandmother Tovah Berry's apartment in the Bronx. Rachel always told people that she didn't know which of her two gay dads was her biological father but after five minutes spent in Tovah Berry's company it's glaringly obvious to which of her fathers she's genetically linked. Tovah is a 65 year old version of Rachel, she's loud, often overbearing yet unwaveringly kind to the people she cares about. Plus Rachel has her nose.

In between the extra servings of food, because Tovah took one look at Santana and declared her too skinny, and the sudden outbursts into song, because as Tovah stated sometimes you just have to sing no matter what or where you are, Santana quickly felt at home in this huge city. Sundays were spent from brunch to dinner, playing canasta, singing Judy Garland classics and much to her objection, letting Tovah do their laundry because it was cheaper than the laundry room at the dorms and the dryer in Tovah's building would run without quarters.

In December, there was a huge snow storm and their flight back to Ohio was cancelled. Rachel and Santana spent Christmas Eve engaged in a massive snowball war with a couple of students from Pace, NYU and a few other surrounding schools that were also stranded in the city. When Santana finally made it home, her folks whisked her away to visit her cousin who just had a baby, before she was boarding a plane back to New York.

Spring Break found her hanging with Puck, Rachel and Rachel's roommate Aubrey du Pres that Santana was casually dating and they went to Aubrey's family's beach house in Cape Cod. That week they had a blast, bonfires on the beach, barbecues on the back deck overlooking an amazing view of the ocean. Puck was quite proud of himself for talking Rachel into a threesome with a gorgeous brunette with beautiful blue eyes and a killer rack. But his elation deflated as soon as the bedroom door closed and the two girls found each other more interesting than the handsome Fireman in training. Santana laughed for well over an hour the next morning as Puck grumbled over his bagel about Rachel cockblocking him. She laughs because she knows that the previous evening's plan of debauchery was really Puck's clever ruse to get Rachel to come to terms with her sexual preference. He seemed almost perversely proud of how well Rachel managed to satisfy their guest.

It would be a full school year before Santana had laid eyes on Brittany.

The first time it happens was an accident, that's Quinn's story and she's sticking to it. Kate from her Statistics class just had a very dramatic breakup with her boyfriend, so their normal Thursday night study group was transformed into an all out bitchfest about the perils of dating horny two-timing creeps. Four long island ice teas later, and Kate declares she's kicking men altogether and makes a plan to 'trol the girls locker room and pick up that hot redheaded Soccer player that always gives her a wink when they pass in the halls. From there each girl starts naming another girl that they would hypothetically switch teams for, Quinn nearly chokes on her drink when Lindsey announces her pick, the last person on earth Quinn would have thought her fellow former WMHS cheerleader would even notice.

"You actually know her Quinn, Rachel Berry."

"Rachel?!" Quinn sputters

"Maybe you can't see it because you guys were friends but Jesus she's hot! Those legs, that shiny brown hair and those lips that make you wanna suck on them for days! We had P.E. together junior year and did you know she has a tattoo, right here," Lindsey gushes, pointing to her inner thigh, extremely close to her crotch. Quinn growls deep in her throat, first wondering how Lindsey managed to see a tattoo in such an intimate spot. Then imagining what sort of tattoo Rachel would get and the image of her sitting in a chair with a tattoo artist nestled between her shapely legs inking her skin, is making her flush all kinds of unflattering colors.

"She caught me watching her undress one day and she smiled at me. I was too chickenshit to do anything about it then but if Rachel Berry ever gave me a second chance, I would jump on that and ride her till the wheels fell off!"

"I'll be sure to tell Rach you'd consider her a viable mode of transportation." Quinn snorts into her glass. Lindsey sits up quickly, latching onto Quinn's forearm with a surprisingly strong grip, maybe this girl should have been called Man Hands.

"You still keep in touch with Rachel?"

"Yeah, we're friends," duh, "I mean we're both busy with school and life but we text or email each other like once a week. Why?" Quinn asks, narrowing her hazel eyes in suspicion.

"Could you send her a text now?"

"It's 6:30, Rachel is probably just getting back from her last class, so…"

"Oh please Quinn, will you?!" Lindsey is nearly ripping Quinn's arm out of its socket in her drunken excitement.

"Linds, this is ridiculous. I'm not even sure that Rachel is that into girls."

"What do you mean not that into girls?" Kate asks "Did the two of you ever…?"

"No…I mean it was just a tiny kiss." Quinn reluctantly backtracks. "We were all at Matt's house and for some reason we were playing suck and blow, the card slipped and Rachel and I kissed for like five seconds before the guys brains imploded. It was nothing." Only it hadn't felt like nothing but Quinn wasn't about to tell them that.

"Shut the front door, you kissed Rachel Berry! Tell me, were her lips as delectable as they look?" Lindsey looks on with eager eyes, awaiting an answer.

In lieu of a response, because there is no way that she was admitting that yes, Hell yes Rachel Berry's lips are just as delectable as they appear! Quinn fishes her phone out of her purse. Touching the screen a picture of her daughter flashes across the screen, she smiles gently then cringes at Lindsey's squeals assaulting her ears.

"Oh my gosh Kate look!" grabbing the phone out of Quinn's hand, her over exuberant friend shoves the phone into Kate's face pointing at the older girl in the picture. "This is her, that's Rachel!"

"Damn, she is hot!" Kate agrees, lighting up a cigarette and blowing smoke out of the side of her mouth. She shoots Quinn an indecipherable glance as the blond texts Rachel and attempts to explain why their ex-classmate was flirting with her out of the blue.

After finally getting Sophia to sleep, Quinn is just about to close her wary eyes when her cell vibrates loudly on her bedside stand.

"So," the text reads, "this Lindsey is she like your alter ego? Is there something you're trying to tell me Fabray?"

"You wish Berry! Besides, you already know Lindsey or I should say she knows you, very well judging by the mysterious tattoo that only she was privy to."

"If you wanted to see my tattoo Quinn all you had to do was ask."

Quinn pauses before responding, sometimes she and Rachel would get so comfortable with the friendly teasing that it often seems as though they really were flirting with each other. There's a niggling thought in the back of her head that's whispering that she's not completely opposed to the idea as she should be.

"Send me a picture." Quinn breathlessly demands.

Waiting impatiently for the photo to download, Quinn let's out a strangled moan moments later, at the two little musical notes seared onto smooth bronzed skin. It's cute and kinda sexy in a way that totally fits Rachel.

"Funny for a second there I was sure the tattoo would read Streisand 4 ever!"

"Despite my love and admiration for Madam Streisand, she is not the woman whose name I would permanently etch upon my body."

"So…what woman would you deem acceptable to have grace your precious flesh?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Quinn allows her mind to wander, imagining who's name Rachel would tattoo onto some scandalous part of her body. Briefly she considers adding her name to the short list and her stomach does a curious flip in response but she quickly dismisses the thought and tells the other girl that she's going to sleep. When she wakes the next morning to suspiciously damp panties and an relentless throbbing between her legs, Quinn decides that she's been celibate for much too long.

Summer 2013

Santana had been back in Lima for two days without so much as catching a glimpse of the blond. Her first day home was spent trying to get resettled back into her bedroom that now felt foreign and bare. The only good thing was the queen size bed that she could stretch out luxuriously in, the too narrow extra long twin beds in the dorm took quite a while to get used to. Almost every night for a month, she would turn too far onto her side and crash headfirst into the concrete wall.

Coming out of the stiflingly awkward atmosphere of the Fabray home, Santana bumps into someone as she closes the wrought iron gate behind her. There, with the afternoon sun shining brightly behind her golden tresses was Brittany.

The conversation was stilted, both unsure how to interact around each other. Brittany was afraid that Santana had outgrown their once so close friendship. Santana's greatest fear was that Brittany no longer needed her. In the end, all it takes is one of Brittany's infamous smiles and Santana's transported back to grade school, when she first met the girl that would forever change her life.

At first things are just like every other summer they've spent together. Santana will sleep late each morning, Brittany will come to her house around 10 a.m. bouncing on her bed until Santana can't take the aggravation any longer and tackles Brittany to the mattress. The two friends make a big breakfast filled with fatty foods and enough sugar to put a toddler into orbit, just to spite Coach Sylvester's old insanely strict dietary regiment. Watching a couple of SpongeBob episodes because Santana thinks Squidward is made of win even though Brittany is still confused as to why a household sponge can be considered a sea creature. Yeah, it's just like old times, except now Santana gets a call or a text from Rachel every couple of hours. Rachel is a friend so Brittany doesn't think anything of it, she even talks to Rachel a few times herself but then there are the other calls. The one's that Santana leaves the room to take from someone named Bree.

It's not too long before they fall back into all of their old habits. It happens on a Tuesday, about an hour before Santana's parent are due to arrive home from work. They're snuggled on the couch and during an Angelina Jolie movie marathon, Santana's hand that was draped over Brittany's hip, leisurely begins to stroke the other girl's stomach. Brittany sucks in a breath at Santana's cool fingers lightly rubbing her belly. She shifts and Santana's pinky slips under the waistband of her shorts, groaning softly.

The tiny noise is a thundering sound that reverberates in her ears. Immediately, Santana stills her actions, she starts to pull her hand away and apologize but Brittany's warmer hand engulfs hers. Brittany slides both their hands up her flat stomach to rest snuggly between her breast.

'She's not wearing a bra!' Santana thinks, swallowing hard at her discovery.

They stay locked in this position for another five minutes. Brittany waits for Santana to make the next move but Santana's worried about how this will affect their newly reinstated friendship. Brittany grows tired of waiting, so she turns her head to the side and begins to place lingering kisses to Santana's neck.

"B…" Santana weakly protests.

"Shhh," Brittany soothes her by placing a kiss right below the Latina's ear, "I missed you, S."

"Dios Mio Britt, I missed you so much!" Turning her head, Santana crashes her mouth against Brittany. Pulling back to bite the other girl's lip, then sink her tongue into Brittany's open mouth. She grips Brittany's waist, tugging her closer and sliding them off of the couch and onto the floor. She hasn't had sex with Brittany in well over a year, they definitely need more room for what she has in mind.