Summer Vacation
Day 3
Dinner with Papá tonight! I actually think that L and H are more excited than I am, though. Leroy offered to cook! I don't have to do anything for this!
I'm teaching Rachel how to play Tekken instead of cooking.
She's really good.
You know, for someone who hates real violence, she sure loves the fake kind.
She's actually beating me right now.
"In. Your. Face. Lopez!"
And here comes the victory dance. It involves revolving hips and arms thrown up in the air. You know, if it wasn't so effing cute, I'd be pissed that she's been beating me. I might even be losing on purpose just so that I can see the dance.
At least I'm faking being upset that I'm losing.
"So who am I losing to this time?" I ask after she sits down and picks her controller back up.
"Ummm... Paul!" she says and the little picture of the beefy blonde haired dude flashes at us. "Who's ass is he kicking?"
"As if I'd pick anyone but Law?" I scoff.
"You probably should. You've lost every time but the first one with him," she teases very close to my face. I sneak in a kiss before she pulls her head back. Before turning back to the gigantic screen, she scrunches her nose and sticks her tongue out at me.
Just as our fight starts I get a text message. I'm assuming it's my dad, so I should probably get it right now.
Pause.
"Hey!"
"Hold on a second, babe. This might be Papá," I say as I pick up my phone.
Nope.
Not Papá.
From Q:
Hey, I was just wondering what you and Rachel were doing today?
Ummmm...
"What did he say... that's not from your dad, is it?" Rachel asks leaning in to try and read the message.
I willingly hand the phone over to her for her to read it.
"We should invite her over," Rachel says almost instantly after reading the text.
This is happening a little too fast for my liking.
Oh, no. She is not pouting at me. I haven't even said no yet! Not fair!
"Please. We could utilize the pool that's just sitting in the backyard waiting to have some people in it," she says through the pout.
So, I need to invite Quinn over in order to get my girlfriend into a bikini? This sounds convoluted... I've been reading the dictionary.
"Come on, I bet her house is awful."
Christ! She's relentless!
"Okay! We can invite her over. Ay dios mio, babe."
"Yay!"
Seriously?
She hands me back my phone and says, "Text her and tell her that we don't really have any plans but we'd love it she came over for a swim... and maybe dinner?"
Clearly that was a question directed at me.
You know what? It's her house. I'm not even cooking. She can ask Leroy.
"You should ask Leroy if he's making enough for six," I say and start typing out a message back to Quinn.
To Q:
Hey. No plans today. Rach wants you to come over to swim.
That's probably not the most tactful message.
"Okay, I'll go ask him," Rachel says and then jumps off the couch, heading for the kitchen.
From Q:
Rachel wants me to come over?
This is one of those moments that I wish you could hear a person's inflection through a text message. There are so many ways that this could go:
1. She's surprised that Rachel, after everything that Quinn has put her through, wants Quinn at her home.
2. She's upset that only Rachel wants her to come over and not me.
3. She wasn't prepared to be invited to the Berry Household and expected something like another movie.
4. SHE'S IN LOVE WITH MY GIRLFRIEND.
Was that last one too much?
"He said it's fine. He's making too much food anyways," Rachel says as she makes her way back to her corner of the sectional.
Great.
"Okay. Papá will be happy to see her," I say as I stare at Quinn's response to my message.
I need to think of something to smooth this over. Rachel really wants Quinn here and somehow it's up to me to get her here. I think I'm going to pick option 2 and respond as if that's how she's feeling.
To Q:
I want you here 2. Please. There's dinner involved.
Okay, so I'm suffering from "I have no idea what to say" syndrome. I can't really help it. Quinn and I haven't exactly been besties lately. And by lately, clearly I mean for like, two years. I told her I wanted her baby to look like a lizard. Honestly, I was just mad that she slept with Puckerman.
And now Rachel wants to be friends with her. Seriously, what is happening?
From Q:
With Rachel's Dads?
"What did she say?" Rachel asks leaning into me and trying to read the screen.
"She hasn't really said anything. I don't think she was expecting to be invited over," I answer fairly honestly.
To Q:
My Dad is going to be at dinner 2.
From Q:
Oh, I don't want to intrude...
"Oh give me that!" Rachel yells snatching the phone from me.
"What are you gonna say?" I ask, a little worried about what she's going to say to Quinn.
"I'm telling her to get her ass over here or I'm coming to her house to drag her out," Rachel huffs as she types furiously.
I actually believe that she will do that if Quinn says "no."
"Here," she says slamming the phone onto my thigh.
"She isn't even here and you're mad," and super hot. I suddenly really wish that Leroy and Hiram weren't home today. Oh and we would totally have time for a quickie before Quinn got here... if she ever says yes.
Dammit!
I'm just going to check out what Rachel wrote to her...
To Q:
Quinn Fabray, you get your butt to my house right now with a bathing suit and towel or I will personally come to yours and drag you out.
To Q:
By your hair!
Holy shit! I really hope she recognizes that was Rachel and not me.
Well I guess we're going to find out:
From Q:
Okay Rachel! I'll be there in 20.
That might be one of the funniest things I have ever witnessed! I'm pretty much rolling on the sectional with laughter.
Oh and like I said, totally have time for a quickie.
"What?" Rachel asks and then grabs the phone from my weakened fingers. "Good!" she huffs after she reads the text.
"You're really sure about this?" I ask only slightly hoping that she'll suddenly change her stubborn mind.
"Positive."
That's what I thought.
Rachel doesn't own a bikini! All she has are one pieces! I don't understand. I mean, clearly I'm biased and think she's hot no matter what she's wearing, but she has a really great body. I was figuratively smacked in the face with it that day I came over to rehearse our duet.
Why wouldn't she want to show off her abs? She works out for a reason. Shouldn't she be proud of the body she has?
I don't even think I own a one piece.
Like, what even is a one piece?
Oh.
That's a one piece.
I'm just gonna stand here at Rachel's door for a minute and gape at her... one piece.
"Do you like it?" Rachel asks me when she sees that I'm blatantly staring at her.
"What's a word that means I more than love it?" I ask without taking my eyes off of all of the skin that her "one piece" was showing me.
The neckline... do bathing suits have a neckline?... whatever... the neckline plunges in between her breasts and stops at a point just above her belly button. When she turns around, all you can see are a couple of strings and back. I'm not the biggest fan of the color pink (we all know) but looking at on her right now, I could totally learn to love it.
"I don't think that word exists," Rachel says as she walks up to me, "I will say that I more than love this on you." She slowly reaches out and slides her finger down from the string between the cups of my top to the top of my bottoms. "You always look so sexy in red," she says and then gets on her tip toes to kiss me.
"Too bad Quinn'll be here soon," I say and then kiss her again.
"Now Santana, you know we can't have sex when my Dads are freely wandering around the house," Rachel says to me as if I just tried to eat cookies before dinner.
She thinks she has jokes, "Well, why did you let them out of their cages then, huh, Rach?"
She giggles at my joke and I can't help but laugh with her. She's totally contagious.
And then the doorbell rings, ruining everything.
"Ladies, the door!" I hear Leroy call up to us.
"Ready?" Rachel asks with her big encouraging smile.
With my hand on my hip I say to her, "You aren't really giving me a choice."
"Nope. Let's go," she says and starts walking out of her room. She grabs my hand as she passes me in the doorway and drags me down the hall to the front stairs. I don't think she realizes that we're answering the door with alot of skin showing.
Rachel gets to the door before I do... of course... and tugs it open as soon as she gets to it.
"Hey Quinn!" she says all excited when she sees our new blonde bestie on the other side of the doorway.
"Umm... hi..." Quinn says through her drool.
Seriously? Am I really going to to have to deal with this ALL DAY?
I step in front of Rachel a little bit to partially block her from Quinn's blatant leering, "Hey Q."
"Uh... hey Santana..."
Wait. Now what is she staring at... oh.
Me.
Well, this just got a little more awkward.
Rachel gives me a slight push, so that I'm out of her way and moves a half a step closer to Quinn, "Well, it's silly for you to be standing on my porch when we invited you over to swim-"
"Oh I'm not swimming..." Quinn interrupts, taking her eyes off of whatever she was staring at then and shooting them up at Rachel's eyes. Finally.
"Why aren't you going to swim with us, Quinn?" Rachel asks as she crosses her arms she pouts. It looks a little different than the one she gives to me. I suddenly have this feeling she knows how well that specific pout works on me.
Anyways, back to the problem at hand: Quinn doesn't want to swim... and she's still standing on the porch.
"Well, even if you aren't gonna swim, you could still come in the house. It's not like you've never been here before," I say and punctuate the ending with an eye roll.
"You two have been standing in the doorway the whole time, I can't really get in the house," Quinn snarks at us. Seems like she finally found her footing.
I move aside and extend my arm saying, "Please proceed."
I watch her as she passes through the doorway and through both Rachel and me into the main hall. I'm like staring at her. Clearly not in like a sexual way, but in a "if you even so much as glance at my girlfriend and her hot body again, I will cut you" sort of way. She kept her eyes in front of her the whole time. Rachel must have been watching me, though, because as soon as Quinn was past us, she stepped over to me and pinched my arm. When I whipped my head to her she simply scowled at me and it was obvious what that was for.
"You must be Quinn!" I hear Hiram say from the stairs, "I recognize you from all of the Glee Club performances."
"Your Dads come to the performances?" Quinn says to Rachel as if Hiram wasn't even there.
"We've been to all but two," Hiram answers.
Rachel finishes by saying, "They were out of town for our less than fabulous showing at A Night of Neglect and neither one of them could get enough time off of work to come to New York."
"How come I've never seen them before?" Quinn asks still, clearly surprised at what she's learning.
"Well," a deep voice comes in from the living room doorway, "our babygirl is a little touchy when it comes to interaction with anyone she isn't going to be onstage with."
"She's a little superstitious, if you will," Hiram continues.
I look over at Rachel and see that she is blushing uncontrolably. It's adorable. I've never heard this before. We weren't even friends during Regionals and like Rachel said, they weren't at Nationals. So, I'm pretty intrigued right now. Especially if this is how she's reacting when the story hasn't even been told yet.
"Umm... superstitious?" Quinn asks. She turns and looks back at Rachel and me. I shrug at her and Rachel isn't even looking up. She's staring at the floor.
Both Leroy and Hiram let out small laughs and give each other looks that are clearly deciding who should tell the story.
Leroy wins.
This story has to be good!
"Let's all go in the kitchen. I cut up some apples and put out the organic peanut butter," Leroy says as he gestures towards the kitchen.
We all start moving that way, but my smart ass mouth says, "Because we're preschoolers..."
"The Chef gets none," Leroy snaps back at me and then continues leading us all through the living room and into the kitchen.
Hiram meets us there from the back stairs and when he gets over to me he says, "Keep up the sass," and holds out his hand behind his back for me to slap it.
After everyone but me grabs some apple slices and peanut butter and is sitting down at the island, Leroy begins his tale, "Once upon a time in a land of tap shoes and tiaras-"
"Are you really going to tell them like that?" Rachel huffs.
"Yes," L answers back and continues, "Once upon a time in a land of tap shoes and tiaras, a little seven year old girl, the light her fathers' eyes, was preparing for the competition of her life. Well, of her seven years of life. As her fathers were sitting down in the audience, her Daddy realized that his babygirl didn't have her lucky ribbon. "How did he know that?" you ask. It was tied to his wrist."
"Daddy do you really have to tell this story?" Rachel whined.
"Quinn asked..." Hiram says to her and grabs for another apple slice.
I find her hand under the island and say, "I want to hear it too," in the sweetest voice I can make.
Rachel rolls her eyes and huffs, allowing L to continue with the story again, "In a panic, the seven year-old's Daddy, excused himself through the aisle and made a bee line for the backstage area. He had no idea where his babygirl would be. He knew that even at seven she already had a pre-competition ritual and it involved the lucky ribbon that he had around his wrist. After searching high and low for his little girl, he finally found her behind a running curtain watching her competition on the stage. 'Babygirl,' I whispered to her. 'Daddy! What are you doing back here? You know that once the competition starts parents aren't allowed back here anymore because of Becky's crazy mom.' After her Daddy laughed at his adorable, filterless daughter, he answered her question, 'I have your lucky ribbon.' The little diva crossed her arms and scrunched her face, saying, 'No you don't Daddy, I do.' Then she turned around and pointed to a bright red ribbon holding her half ponytail in place. Well, the little girl's Daddy was quite baffled, but he kissed his daughter, wished her a broken leg and returned to sit down with her Papa-"
"Oh, I hate this part of the story," H says looking between Quinn and me. We're sitting on opposite sides of the island.
"Well," Leroy continued once again, "the little diva's fathers watched their daughter tap her way through a perfect routine. They sat on the edge of their seats as the top two girls in the age bracket stood next to each other and waited to hear who was number one. They were sure it was going to be their little girl, it always was. Except this time. For the first-"
"And last!" Rachel pipes in.
"And last time, the little diva came in second place. She stormed off the stage ripping her lucky ribbon out of her hair and throwing it as best as anyone can throw a ribbon, at the stage floor. Her fathers got up immediately and headed for the backstage area to find her before anything really terrible could happen. They found her in the dressing area throwing her things into her bag and crying. When she saw her fathers, she grew angry. 'This is all your fault!' she screamed at her Daddy, 'if you had never come back here with that fake lucky ribbon this would have never happened! You ruined my whole ritual!' The little diva picked up her bag and started walking out of the backstage area, 'Well, are you coming? You both know that I can't drive!' she yelled back to her shocked fathers. On the drive home her fathers gave her a lecture about sportsmanship and poise. All they had to do was tell her that Barbara never threw fits and she was sold. However, ever since, her fathers have not gone to visit her backstage before a performance. No one likes to be a jinx."
"The end," Rachel huffed out.
Quinn and I both burst out laughing. That is the least surprising story I have ever heard! Of course she stormed off the stage when she lost. Of course she told Leroy that he was a jinx. In nearly ten years Rachel hasn't changed very much. Okay, I take that back, she has changed, at least in the last year or so. Minus sending Sunshine to a crack house...
"I don't think we actually introduced you to my Dads, Quinn," Rachel says and then purses her gorgeous lips. I'm refraining from molesting them with my own lips.
Choking back her laughter, Quinn says, "Oh yeah, we got so involved with the story it never happened."
"Well, I'm Hiram," H says extending his hand to Quinn, "and this is my gorgeous 'life partner' Leroy." He actually put air quotes around "life partner." I think it's because he isn't really a big fan of the term. He thinks it sounds silly. So do I. We had a whole conversation about it one day when only the two of us were home one Sunday afternoon.
As she shakes Leroy's hand, she says to them, "It's really nice to meet you both."
Then the door bell rings. It has to be Papá!
"I'll get it!" I yell as I sprint though the kitchen and into the living room. I get to the door and waste no time flinging it open. I yell, "Papá!" as soon as I see that it's him and throw myself at him.
"It's good to see you, too, Míja, pero, why are you not wearing clothes..." he says as I cling to him for dear life.
Oh. Right. Bikini.
"We were going to go swimming..." I say through a slightly nervous smile as I release him from my grip.
"Cris!" a voice booms from behind me. Saved by Leroy.
"I'm gonna go change."
I turn around and let the Dads have bro time in the hallway. I intercept Rachel on my way to the kitchen and thell her, "Let's change before you say hi to my dad. I'm actually surprised L didn't say anything."
"He was too busy telling the story. He gets pretty involved in what he's telling," Rachel says as we get to the top of the stairs and then something hits her, "We left Quinn in the kitchen!" She turns around and runs back down the stairs.
I try to listen in on whatever they might be saying, but I don't think they're saying anything. In less than twenty seconds Rachel is barreling back up the stairs with Quinn right behind her. Rachel probably pulled her off of her stool and dragged her to the stairs.
"This is my room and that's Santana's," Rachel says as we get to the part of the hallway where our doors are and pointing to the corresponding ones.
"Umm... could I use your bathroom," Quinn asks in that shy voice that I am soooo not used to.
"Yeah, sure. It's the next door on the right," Rachel answers and points.
"Thanks," Quinn says and ducks her head down before she starts walking to the bathroom.
"See you in two seconds," Rachel says with a kiss to my lips.
"Can't wait, gorgeous," I say through smile and simultaneously we turn towards our respective rooms.
Hmmm... I'm thinking sweatpants and a tank top are in order for this evening. I'm also not removing my bikini. Why would I do that?
"Hey," I hear the familiar voice of a blonde that isn't my best friend.
"Hi," I say looking up from my dresser.
"So, your Dad's here?" Quinn asks awkwardly.
"Yeah, he just got back from St. Louis. Some big brain surgeon thing," I answer as I grab a pair sweatpants that I'm positive I accidentally stole from Puckerman; they're gigantic.
"Does he come here for dinner often?"
Jesus! Twenty questions much?
"Yeah, umm... once a week since I moved out of my house and into here."
"Oh..." I hear her take a deep breath and as I'm pulling my tank top over my head she asks, "Why are you guys being so nice to me?"
"What?" I ask because I really didn't expect such a sudden change of subject. There was like no segue whatsoever.
"You and Rachel! Why are you two being nice to me? I really don't deserve it," she's almost yelling.
Well, she asked for it, "You know what? You're right! You don't deserve it! If I had things my way, this wouldn't be happening, not so soon, anyways, but this is all Rachel. I didn't deserve her forgiveness either, but she gave it to me and I've never been happier. She's just a much better person than she gets credit for. You should just take it, okay?"
"So then why are you being nice to me?" she asks with her arms crossed and leaning on my dresser.
My answer to that is simple, "Because I'd do anything for her." Just as I began saying that, Rachel appeared in the doorway. I'm glad she heard it. I've said it to her before but never in front of someone like Quinn. Not that I don't think she believes it or anything, but I think this makes it pretty damn real. And just to really seal it up, "And I love her. So if I have to be nice to Juno-" cue glare from Rachel, "I mean you, I'll do it. For her. Besides, we used to be really close, remember?" There's that soft side of me that shows up every once in a while.
"Yeah, I do. And you did kind of rescue me from that... umm... episode."
"You see," Rachel comes into the room, startling Quinn, "we can definitely do this. I mean, I sincerely believe that the reason we were always so at odds with each other was because we were both always vying for Finn's attention as a love interest. Seeing as I'm no longer into cavemen, or men at all for that matter, a friendship between us should most definitely be possible."
"I love your long-winded explanations," I say through my 'I love you' smile.
"I guess I'll just have to get used to them," Quinn said through the first smile I've seen on her face since the story that Leroy told us.
"Ladies! Soups on!" Leroy calls up to us.
"What's for dinner?" Quinn asks as we get to the top of the stairs.
"I think Daddy made chili...?" Rachel answers with clueless look and a shrug.
"Oh, so soup is literally on," Quinn snarks.
You know, when Quinn isn't using her wit to put people down, it's pretty fucking great. I think I'm getting a glimpse of what things could be like.
"¡Aye dios mio! Is that Quinn Fabray?" Papá says the second he sees Quinn, "I haven't seen you in... I think... two years!"
"Things have been quite tumultuous," Rachel says with a smile to Quinn who looked as though she hadn't a clue what to say.
"Uhh yeah, I've been avoiding the people I respect the most," Quinn says with a blush.
Wait! What? Did she just say she respects my Dad?
"You didn't have to avoid me, Quinn, I know you were pregnant last year. I also know that life happens. I respect people no matter what happens to them," Papá says to Quinn. She has no idea what just hit her.
I nudge her as I'm walking by and say, "Isn't he like the best thing since sliced bread?"
I look up and I see Hiram and Leroy looking at each other. Then as if it all just clicked, they both turn their heads towards Quinn and Hiram says, "You gave your baby to Rachel's birth mother."
And there it is: the elephant that wasn't in the room.
I'm gonna give a little run down of the faces that I'm seeing in this room:
Hiram: Looks like he realizes that he just opened up a gigantic can of worms and keeps swallowing down nothing. I now realize where Rachel's lack of a filter comes from.
Leroy: He clearly can't believe that Hiram actually said it. I mean clearly they were both thinking it, but he wasn't going to say anything.
Papá: Totally feels for Quinn. He's one of those people that lets all of emotions show on his face. That's why I can't lie to him. He looks concerned and sad and I think a little angry all at once.
Rachel: She's absolutely mortified. Clearly she's the one who told them. I can't even imagine what life was like in the Berry household when all of that was going down.
Finally, Quinn: All I see are trapped tears. No one's talked about this. It's like it never happened. I mean, yeah, I've made a few preggers jokes here and there, but no one has ever really talked about her giving Beth up. We don't even recognize that the baby's name is Beth.
She must be reeling inside.
I actually feel terrible.
"I did," Quinn finally chokes out.
"You don't have to talk about it, Quinn," Rachel says extending her hand out and touching Quinn's shoulder. Then she shoots H an absolutely terrifying glare. I never ever want that aimed at me.
"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said anything," Hiram clearly feeling awful that he just brought that up.
"It... it's okay," Quinn says. I don't think it really is, though.
After a few moments of unbearable awkward silence, Papá breaks into it with, "So, what's for dinner?"
Mi héroe.
Leroy jumps to the occasion and answers, "Chili con vegan carne!"
Quinn quirks her eye brow up and I take the opportunity to quell the fear that popped into her head over potentially not liking dinner, "You can't even tell the difference. They're these vegan 'beef' crumbles that work out perfect in chili. I promise."
"Well, thanks to Cris, the table is all set and we're ready to eat in the dining room," Leroy says leading us all to where dinner is being served.
I think this might be the first time in Rachel's life that every seat at the dining room table is filled. I only know this because she told me once that she loved when my Dad came over for dinner because it made the table full and she'd never had that before. I feel like as much as she loves her dads, she wishes she had a big family.
"Tana?"
"Sí, Papá?"
"You didn't take your trophies down from the attic and put them in your room, did you?" Papa asks with this kind of weirded out on look on his face.
"Ummm... when would I have done that? Actually, I didn't even know they were in the attic," I say with a shrug.
"Hmmm..."
"Am I the only one wondering what's going on right now?" Quinn pipes in from across the table with her eyebrow quirked up like Quinn always does.
"Nope," Rachel answers and gives me quite the inquisitive look.
As if I know what's going on?
"Your mother must have done it," Papá finally says, "they're all out of the boxes and set on your naked mattress."
"Umm... which ones?" I ask. In my seventeen years of living I've racked up my fair share of trophies from a numerous amount of activities.
"All of them," Papa answers.
"Even the karate ones?"
"ALL of them."
"Wow, she hated that I was taking karate."
"No she didn't Mija-"
"Yeah she did. She wouldn't stay in the class like everyone else's moms would!"
At that I catch Rachel's eyes. I've never told her this before. I know I'm gonna get a million questions later.
"Anyways, Mija, I think she's cracking," he says and takes hold of my hand.
I look down at our hands and then up diagonally across the table at Quinn who's forming a "w" with her lips. I mouth "later" to her and the "w" disappears.
I'm not even sure I want to tell Quinn. Hmm... maybe she'll forget in an hour or so from now.
The Berry's have this crazy well lit backyard with a deck, a pool and a gazebo. Seriously, I feel like the only thing missing is a hot tub. I don't think that's the Berry's style though.
We're finally swimming. Good, I need some exercise. I have been far too lazy since school got out.
I dive in fully expecting at least Rachel to follow me. When I get back up to the surface both Rachel and Quinn are staring at me with their arms crossed across their chests.
"So, what's with you and your Mom?"
"You took karate when you were little?"
Those were at the same time, by the way.
"Ummm..." okay how can I stall these at least a little bit. Oooo I know, "I'll answer your questions if you get in the pool with me. Both of you. Come in and your question gets answered."
I might not have to answer Quinn's question.
Rachel jumps in almost instantly. She lands like, right in front of me and even with her tiny body she still created a slight tidal wave. After I open my eyes, I see that Quinn is debating in her head whether or not this is worth it.
"I knew you'd be in here in a second, babe," I say to Rachel when she pops up in front of me.
She gives me a quick kiss and then says, "I want my answer."
"Yes."
She looks at me with a 'go on' expression.
"You asked me if I took karate when I was little and I did, so the answer to your question is yes."
I hear Quinn snicker and then there's a wave of water in my face. "You know I meant more than that!"
"You should have phrased your question better," I say rubbing and blinking my eyes. Rachel just gives me her little reprimanding scowl. "I started gymnastics and karate at the same time when I was five. I really loved them both, like a lot. I quit karate when I was seven, though and started taking dance, that's when and where I met Brittany. We were in the same hip hop class."
"Why did you quit karate?" Rachel asks with a sad face.
I shake my head and breath out a little laugh, "All the girls in my gymnastics class made fun of me doing something that only boys should do. I was the only girl in my class, so I figured they must be right. So, even though I was better than all those boys in my class, I quit not long after I got my purple belt. My Mom was, like, all for me quitting karate and taking dance classes instead. It was bad enough that I loved the Green Lantern and the Power Rangers so much when I was little, she didn't need her daughter in karate with a bunch of boys to influence her, too."
Splash.
Quinn's in the pool.
"My question," she asks when she comes up for air.
Shit.
I look to Rachel and she gives me an encouraging smile.
Oh fine!
"Remember the day that Rachel and I didn't come into school, but still came to Glee Club?"
"The day that you took down Finn like he was, like, one of those tacky inflatable lawn decorations because he was hitting on Rachel... again?" Quinn says pretty nonchalantly.
I laugh a little bit and then say, "Yeah, that day." I take a deep breath and then start, "That morning..." Rachel grabs my hand when she senses my hesitation, I look at her and then continue, "that morning, my mother came barreling into the house screaming for me. Rachel and I were in my bed and not... umm... and..."
"You were naked, I get it. Tell the story," Quinn pushes.
Jeez.
"We didn't have enough time to get dressed and the door was unlocked, so she busted in on her half naked daughter with her fully clothed girlfriend. The kicker: Rachel's underwear was on the floor. She wouldn't even listen to me; she just told me that I wasn't her daughter and that Rachel was this disgusting thing in her house. I totally lost it. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, I could barely feel anything around me and then Rachel pulled me out. We told Schue about it when we got to the school for Glee Club..."
"Finn hitting on Rachel and calling you a slut really didn't help matters did it?" Quinn asks interrupting the trance that I've been in while telling her this.
"Not at all."
"When did you move out of your house?" Quinn asks as she gets to the shallow end where Rachel and I have been standing. Like I said before, the backyard is really well lit when all the lights are on and I can tell that Quinn genuinely wants to know. She actually cares. I haven't seen Quinn look like this in a long time.
"Officially? The day she hit me..."
"I knew that story about the dresser was bull shit. S..."
Then out of nowhere, Quinn is on me. I didn't have time to react to the hug. I'm stiff and I think I'm holding my breath... yup I am, I just let it out. I hear her sniffle in my ear and feel Rachel's hand in mine. Both kind of cause me to relax and then just like Quinn's hug, out of nowhere, tears start rushing down my face.
I feel Rachel move behind me after my tears start. Quinn releases her grip and it allows me to turn around, wrap my arms around Rach and shove my face into her neck. Not long after that Quinn is back to hugging me. I feel her chin on my back and I can still hear her sniffling in my ear. Actually, there's like surround sound sniffling happening, because I think Rachel is tearing up, too.
Usually, I'd absolutely hate a moment like this.
I can't hate this. I need it.
Let's add Quinn Fabray to the roster of Team Santana.
A/N: Technically it's still Tuesday so, Happy Glee Day! This story is starting to flow little better in my head so chapters should be coming quicker! Let me know how you felt about this one!