Faithfully
A/N: First things first, that Winter Finale.
WHAT THE FUCK!
You mean to tell me we wait weeks for all the Faberry subtext and you give us an episode full of potential Quinn coming out as a homosexual moments and then leave us with her getting hit by a TRUCK?
This is not only ridiculous for the obvious Faberry that is there, it is ridiculous because Quinn is finally at a point in her life where she can be happy, she is going to Yale and on a track of self-love and done with all the high school drama, and then you hit her with a TRUCK?
I want to kick Ryan Murphy's ass.
However that is why god created fanfiction, to give us an opportunity to create different worlds where Rachel and Finn's relationship doesn't exist, and Quinn is perfectly healthy or perfectly damaged without a truck crushing her car.
So we will continue on with our developing story in which you guys are responding very well to. It makes me want to churn out all the chapters faster. I love how devoted you guys are to this story.
Reviews are genuinely my life, honestly. I find myself feeding off of you guys' response and developing all the plotlines so much faster. I love to hear all the comments, all the emotions that are stirring along with Rachel and Quinn's. This is going to be a "fun ride" in the words of Dianna Agron.
To clear things up, that last chapter took place on Sunday and the letter had gotten there Saturday but Quinn and Rachel went to breakfast and did not notice it. Beth wrote her letter on Thursday so the Saturday of her birthday is coming up in the week we are currently in.
Just making sure you guys aren't confused lol.
BTW: This chapter is named after a line in Madonna's song "Cherish", which was featured on Glee in a mash up with The Association's "Cherish". I can't stop listening to it solely because of Dianna being the featured soloist. So, ha.
Disclaimer: You actually think I'd allow Quinn to be hit by a moving object of any type if I owned this frustrating TV show?
Yeah fucking right.
Chapter 13
It was Wednesday afternoon that Quinn realized what she had planned on doing.
She had allowed her girlfriend permission to purchase their plane tickets together for the trip to Ohio where Quinn would be reunited with her adopted daughter for the first time since she was born.
She couldn't believe that she had consciously made the decision to travel back to the place where all of the problems began.
She had once said the words that she would never go back. Ever.
Now she was preparing to embark on a flight that would force her into a place she wasn't sure she was ready for. The letter put her in a place of emotional turmoil. She couldn't believe her daughter was twelve, turning thirteen and more than that she couldn't believe that her daughter missed her that much.
She couldn't believe her daughter loved her so much even after she gave her away, she couldn't understand how she could want to meet her so badly. At twelve it seemed she understood more about her mother than her mother did, and to Quinn that was absolutely shocking.
But she then recognized the fact that Rachel Berry had been an influence in the child's life longer than Quinn had and that caused understanding of the maturity of the child, and the familiar personality within her words. The letter was properly written and precisely constructed as if the child had proof read and scored herself on it, over and over again.
It was if the little girl had turned it over and over again in her hands, just as her mother was doing this very instant in her own.
Quinn just couldn't stop reading it.
She couldn't stop letting her eyes linger on the word Mom. She couldn't believe that Shelby allowed her to address her as such. She didn't feel like her Mom, she felt like her mother. She felt like the woman who conceived and birthed her. It was what she referred to her own mother as. Just the birth giver, nothing more because what had she ever done for her that positively described her as a mother besides teach her how to act?
Nothing.
But that wasn't case with her and Beth. Beth looked at Quinn as her mom because she felt that Quinn had done the best thing for her a mother could do and that was, take care of her.
She gave her what Quinn's mother didn't give her, and what Shelby didn't give Rachel. She loved her so much that she recognized her mistakes and allowed the girl to live a healthy life with someone who was fully equipped to give her one.
It was absolutely the most selfless thing in the world.
Sure at first, Quinn was thinking of only herself. But once she gave life to the creature that had been inside of her for nine months, she only thought of a better life for the little girl. She only thought of how she would die rather than letting her daughter have to grow up around her parents and that way of living, and even more? She would rather die than for her daughter to have anything less than the best.
And back then, she was far from the best.
Shelby gave the little girl what Quinn wouldn't have been able to for a very long time, and by way of the emotional wreck she was, she was able to give the child the proper love that a child should have.
But Quinn loved Beth more than anything in the world, and there wasn't a day that went by that she didn't think about her baby girl. Who was now about to be what they deemed a, "tween", and that was shocking for Quinn. It was surprising that a spawn of her and Puck was running around with the personality traits of Rachel Berry. That should have been illegal on so many levels.
The smile that appeared on her features, at the thought of how her little girl acted and how her little girl had grown up, happy and healthy, yet knowing and wanting her in her life, fully made her understand that this was and would always be the right choice.
And, she had always wanted to give her the present that she had bought for her when she had turned one.
She just never got a chance.
So now, it was a chance that god had graciously given her in the form of Rachel, just as he had so many other things in her life and it made her extremely happy to understand that this was his way of showing her that everything was okay and more importantly that it was time to be healed.
Quinn had sort of lost her faith for a while.
She didn't go to church and after accepting the fact that god just didn't want her to be happy with all of the turmoil involving her family and because otherwise he would have put Rachel in her life a long time ago, she stopped fully believing in him.
It wasn't until a couple of months prior to her recent world wind of emotions involving the brunette that she decided to maybe put her faith in something that her parents ruined for her.
It was the constant morals and bible beating that made her the broken, emotional wreck she was. She couldn't bring herself to go to a church and sit and listen to a sermon from a preacher or a priest about how sinful everything she exemplified herself to be and identified herself with was.
It was something that she accepted she was emotionally stable enough to deal with.
She started to believe in him, God, again. She trusted him although sometimes she did think he played with her life like he was a puppeteer holding a string to her limbs.
And she did commit quite the sin cursing at him mere days ago when she found out about how much of a douche Finn had been to Rachel.
She didn't blame herself but she still hadn't wrapped her mind around how such an angel could have gone through something so painful.
She chalked it up to it being the angel within her that caused her to forgive him so fully and so delicately, although without lenience on seeing him. She still couldn't stop the wonderfully innocent mind of her girlfriend from seeing the good in him out of everyone, despite the fact that she wished nothing but death on the man.
Briefly, however, she wondered if her girlfriend's emotions were ever conflicted. She wondered if sometimes she wanted to hate Finn, but just couldn't be that type of person. Just as Quinn wanted to forgive and connect with her parents but just couldn't bring herself to do it. It honestly was a plausible fact and made a lot of sense.
Quinn rolled her eyes at her thought process feeling as if she had officially started spending way too much time with her girlfriend.
She should really be focusing on the road she was on, and the downtown L.A. traffic she was driving through to reach the parking lot of one of the tallest buildings in California, the Universal headquarters.
Pulling into the garage, parking her car, she smiled at how proud she was to be the girlfriend of the President of one of the most successful record companies in the country.
She always told her she would be great, even back in her animal sweater days.
It wasn't long before she found herself exiting the elevator and coming face to face with the receptionist that she had only deemed cute weeks ago.
She passed her desk however, and went straight for the double doors of the office of her lover.
Laura, who had been on the computer and talking into her headset noticed Quinn and stood abruptly, "Ms. Fabray you can't go in there…Ms. Berry is-"
"Hi Laura, bye Laura."
Quinn ignored the protests of the woman and entered her girlfriend's office anyway only to be met with the sight of the woman in question bent over a massage chair with a massage therapist's hands kneading the bare flesh of her back.
Bare?
Quinn stood quietly off to the corner, with an eye brow raised watching the stranger, who was a young red headed woman, smile and listen to her girlfriend talk about, well…her.
"She's a beautiful woman, Stephanie; you really should meet her sometime. She is absolutely exquisite in every imaginable way. I've loved her since high school."
"She's tattooed all over you say?" The massage therapist who seemed to be Stephanie spoke curiously glancing over and now spotting Quinn who smiled with her eyebrow still raised and flashed her uncovered sleeve of a tattooed arm.
"Yes, well, not all over. Just her arm and her neck…although I've never noticed anything else while we were making love." Rachel said, ever so thoughtful and blunt with her words.
Quinn quietly stepped behind the woman and motioned for her to leave and replaced her hands with her own.
She proceeded to moved her hands on the skin of Rachel's back while the diva went on about her. She didn't even hear the door quietly click as Stephanie left.
"She might have more; I guess…I'm not sure. I'm always in a state of confusion when she's…she's really great in bed, I never can focus. It's so addictive."
Quinn bit her lip, watching the muscles in her lover's tan back relax with every slow movement of her fingers.
"God, your hands are amazing Steph," Rachel spoke breathing heavily when Quinn moved her hands to the lower back of the brunette, intrigued by the way her skirt was riding up her legs at the position she was on chair.
Spread eagle.
Quinn swung her leg over the seat and moved behind her girlfriend, who raised her head at the feeling of a body behind her.
"Stephanie, this is new…are trying to get deeper?" Rachel spoke softly and Quinn had to hold her laughter at how dirty the girl sounded without even realizing it.
Quinn took that opportunity to press her lips to the skin slowly. She wasn't surprised when Rachel sat straight up.
"Stephanie! What are you-" Quinn cut her off when her head had turned and caught her angry lips in a hot kiss, silencing her protests and alerting her to the presence of the woman that was definitely not her massage therapist and most definitely was her girlfriend.
"Mmm, Quinn…baby, when did you get here?" She said pivoting her upper body to be able to get a better look at her blonde lover who had become seriously aroused at the sight of her lover's bare breasts bouncing lightly with her movement.
"In the midst of you describing how exquisite I was…what's up with the midafternoon massage and more importantly, why is your chest on display for...Stephanie?" She emphasized her point by reaching in front of her to squeeze her right breast, and Rachel gasped at the feeling.
"It f-feels better…that way. With-without any barriers…Jesus." She pushed herself back firmly against Quinn who caught her waist with her arm and flicked her thumb over her right nipple watching her girlfriend jerk at the action.
Quinn latched her lips to the neck of the woman who reached up to thread her fingers through Quinn's hair only to find that the blonde tresses were held up by a ponytail. Rachel growled.
She actually growled.
"Take this down…I need to hold on to something." She breathed tugging on the tail of her hairstyle for emphasis. And Quinn smiled at the demanding tone of her lover.
"You take it down, baby." She whispered, her tongue darting out to taste the skin of her neck, Rachel keened with arousal and tugged the hair tie from its place, feeling Quinn pinch her nipple in time with her tongue now viciously assaulting her neck.
Quinn moved her hand from her waist down her stomach to her exposed thighs, and pushed the hem of her skirt farther up her legs. Delving her hand under what little of the material was covering the girl she ran her fingers over her center.
Her very damp center, which although was covered by panties, seemed to be throbbing with excitement.
"Was this because of me, or had it already been there with Stephanie's hands on your back?" Quinn said with a low chuckle that made Rachel shiver with anxiousness.
"Mmm, well I got wet when you kissed me, but I did think it was Stephanie at first so-fuck!" Rachel's smart remark was cut off with the feeling of Quinn rubbing her through her panties harshly.
"Stephanie will be fired if I ever catch her doing something like…this-," she emphasized her point by pushing her panties to the side and sliding a rough finger into her, "to you, ever."
Rachel let her head fall forward her hand now clutching at the front of the chair, as she pushed her ass back against her girlfriend, who moaned at the feeling of her ass against her clothed center.
"Mmm, I'm shocked you haven't already caught us…" Rachel said with a husky voice, teasing, knowing that it would rile Quinn up in the good way.
Quinn bit her lip, growing hot at her girlfriend's words and snatching her fingers from her center.
"Quinn what are you-" Rachel started, only to feel her leg be lifted from one side of the chair and her body now standing up beside the chair.
She has no idea how her girlfriend managed to get her stark naked and sit her now spread eagle facing her on the massage chair, but she doesn't care.
All she could process was the feeling of her front pressed tightly against her lovers as Quinn kissed her passionately, tongue diving into the folds of her mouth tying and toying with the brunette's.
Quinn had her hand latched tightly to the long locks and used her other hand to guide her woman back to a laying position, watching her legs spread wide on instinct.
"You'll get enough of teasing me, making me jealous Rachel. This pussy is obviously, only mine." Quinn spoke with a smirk that Rachel returned, throwing her head back as her girlfriend circled her swollen clit with fever.
"Look how swollen, and wet…it is, fuck Rachel, it's like your body reacts to my voice." Quinn spoke flicking her thumb over the girl's bud, watching her girlfriend's face scrunch up and her back arch at the feeling.
Quinn let her hand slide from the back of her neck to her chest over her breast all the way down to her hip as she worked her clit swiftly never entering her body.
"God Quinn…you feel so good, you know you're the only person that makes me wet, that makes me feel this good." Rachel moaned at the feelings that were sliding up and around her body and consuming her wholly with every touch that the girl was giving her.
Quinn felt the truth in the brunette's words as wetness covered her digits fluidly. Rachel moaned and lifted her toned leg to settle over Quinn's thigh but the blonde caught it, removing her fingers from the girl for a second time.
Rachel cried out at the interruption, "Quinn please doesn't go…I'm about to die…"
Quinn slid herself down the long bench of the chair laughing as her lover lifted her head almost in tears from the lack of friction she was receiving. Briefly Quinn smiled at how wanton her girlfriend was.
She was begging her to fuck her in her office in the middle of the afternoon after all.
God, she loved her life.
"Relax baby…I just want to taste you." Rachel whimpered at her words and with one last look at her girlfriend's grinning face watched her dive her head downwards and take her clit into her mouth with one move.
"Oh god, Quinn!" She called out, feeling her body go flat again as her head tilted back and her body arched off of the leather of the chair.
Quinn was sucking on her clit as if she was baby sucking on a bottle that was slowly running out of milk. But she couldn't get enough of Rachel's juices either way. And with every suck, more wetness flooded from her opening.
Rachel raised her hand to rest atop of her girlfriend's head squeezing the hair there, watching her lover's head dip between the apex of her thighs lapping her up with every motion.
"Fuck Quinn, I need you inside, now." She emphasized her point yanking on her lovers locks harshly, pulling her head up to look at her, watching the shining lips smirk at her. Rachel bit her lip and moaned feeling her legs lift up and over her lover's shoulders as the girl plunged her tongue deep within her girlfriend's folds.
Rachel cried at the feeling of the blonde's exceptionally long tongue divulging into her as if she was a ripe fruit.
And that is ironically how Quinn perceived the taste of her lover, like a rip sweet, peach that had been picked especially from a special bunch.
It was absolutely addictive.
She couldn't get enough, and so she flicked her tongue in circles humming her approval of the taste right onto her girlfriend's clit. "Mmm, Rachel you taste so fucking good."
Rachel leaned up on her elbows to watch her lover eat her as if she hadn't eaten for days, she cried out at the sight of the hazel eye's looking up at her while she worked her mouth over her most intimate part.
"Fuck, Quinn…your tongue feels so good, oh my god." She moaned bringing her hand to run her fingers soothingly through her girlfriend's hair watching her almost purr at the feeling, and then Rachel's thighs quivered as she felt the tip of Quinn's tongue touch her spot harshly and she hit a note that Quinn was sure she had heard her sing once a long time ago when they were in high school.
Quinn briefly realized it was the high F that she had practiced so hard to hit during Defying Gravity.
She felt her hips thrusting against her mouth, most definitely humping her face as she rode Quinn's tongue as she continually hit that spot, much to Rachel's mercy. Rachel was moaning so loud that Quinn just knew Laura was probably blushing with embarrassment at the sounds that were emptying from the office.
It was the sounds of Rachel's hand reaching out to slam against her desk and knock her nameplate off, it clanging against the floor loudly, and her high, yet perfectly pitched moans of ecstasy reverberating off of the office walls.
Quinn moaned against her girlfriend, holding on to her thighs and then swiftly moving her hands to hold onto her hips as she grinded against Quinn's face. Quinn moved her hips in a circular motions hitting that trigger spot even harder and causing Rachel to flail her arms wildly and knock her phone from the desk as well.
"Jesus fucking Christ! Quinn…fuck Quinn, oh fuck!" She screamed, unable to keep her eyes open as her girlfriend ate her like she was going out of style. She leaned back and reached behind her to grip the front of the chair feeling her knuckles turn white at the feeling of Quinn gripping her hips roughly.
It was coming, and Quinn knew it. She knew Rachel's body like clockwork and she most definitely knew that it was all becoming too much for the singer, she reached up and blindly gripped at the breast she had fondled earlier, pinching her lover's perky nipple and watching her reach her hand down to cover Quinn's and then intertwine with hers.
"Mmm, Rachel, let go…" She spoke against her clit sucking and bringing her hands to insert two long fingers roughly inside the woman's heat and hit the spot she was previously thrusting her tongue against, out of pure shock that Quinn's fingers were now relentlessly fucking her Rachel felt the white pressure coil from deep within her stomach and slide quickly up her body through her bloodstream and take her over. And then Quinn nipped her clit with her teeth, thrust her fingers, and let go of Rachel's hand to pinch her nipple.
Simultaneously.
Rachel's entire body came up off of the chair and cried out a mantra of expletives mixed in with, 'Quinn', over and over again.
It was absolutely stunning to watch her lover's body sore higher and higher and then come down swiftly before going extremely rigid with absolute and total system overload.
Quinn lapped up the fountain of wetness that was flooding her mouth and smiled into her lover, slowly swiveling her tongue inside of her now, bringing her down from the cloud of absolute pleasure she had settled on.
Rachel kept her eyes closed and brought her hands down to her lovers head, reaching blindly to bring her face up to hers.
Quinn kissed small kisses up her lover's body, the slick shininess from her girlfriend's juices still on her nose and around her mouth. Rachel leaned up weakly to kiss her lover, tasting herself on her mouth and moaning at the feeling.
Rachel then laughed, small kisses being pressed to her lips and she pulled back from Quinn watching the blonde stand and adjust her shorts.
Rachel sat straight up and smiled at the blonde, "Good afternoon to you, I guess we're not still on for lunch with Santana?"
Quinn licked her lips and laughed, "Why wouldn't we be?"
"Because you seem to be pretty well fed," Rachel said swinging her legs over the chair to stand on wobbly legs, and look around for her discarded clothes. Quinn reached down and picked up her panties which had been thrown over by the door and stuffed them sneakily into her pocket.
"That…was just an appetizer." Quinn said smugly reaching to put her hair back into a pony tail, but Rachel, who seemed to be dressed within an impeccable amount of time reached her and stopped her from pinning her hair up, taking her tie and securing it around her wrist.
"You sure do know how to get dressed fast." Quinn spoke looking down at the shorter brunette.
"Quick changes on Broadway teach you a lot," She said smugly, reaching her arm back when Quinn went for her ponytail holder.
"Hmm, you sure about that? Or is there just something you don't want to tell me?" Quinn spoke with an edge of laughter, smirking at the woman.
"Well, Stephanie and I had to be fast, you know…so nothing looked suspicious if anyone walked in."
"I'm sure," Quinn said pressing her lips to her girlfriend's kissing her softly, laying her hand on her neck working her lips hotly over her lover's.
"Too bad she's gonna get her massage chair back with your cum all over it from where I fucked you senseless." Quinn said with a husky tone, which made Rachel's body erupt in goosebumps.
"Too bad she won't since that chair is mine." She laughed poking her lover's nose and pulling away from her to grab her purse.
"You little minx, and I was all turned on thinking of her face when she saw it," Quinn smiled, pouting in a fake manner as if she was upset. Rachel pressed a quick kiss to her lips before stepping in front of her to exit the office. "You poor thing."
Quinn held the door for her open, "Give me my hair tie." Rachel looked at over her shoulder laughing, "No, I like the way your hair looks, plus I'm not giving you anything until you give me my panties."
Quinn grinned raising her hand to smack her girlfriend's ass which was bare under her skirt thanks to her thieving skills.
"No, I like the way your ass looks." She said as they entered the elevator, watching the doors shut.
"You are such a pervert." Rachel spoke rolling her eyes, and Quinn backed her into the elevator wall.
"Says the girl who let me fuck her on her own massage chair in her office." Quinn spoke softly grabbing her face for another kiss only after hearing her smile into the embrace wrapping her arms around her neck.
"Mmm, touché."
Quinn and Rachel held hands as they dodged the paparazzi swiftly trying to make an entrance into the restaurant that Santana had invited them to for lunch.
Her wife was tied up in her dancer business and Rachel would have to leave early to get back to a prior made appointment, but she agreed to meet with the Latina regardless.
They entered the building with help from some security that obviously had been called in expectation of this kind of arrival.
"Thank you, um…Bo?" Rachel said, curiously, snatching the sunglasses from her eyes and looking at the large burly African American male, that Quinn was hugging her thanks and Rachel couldn't help laughing at the sight of her girlfriend hugging this large man for protecting them.
"No problem, Ms. Berry, I'll just wait by the door for you girls to leave." He patted Quinn on the head causing her to snicker and flatten her now bushy hair.
"See you later Bo!" She said eagerly, and Rachel took her hand looking at her smiling face questioningly.
"I love that guy." Quinn said thoughtfully, and Rachel cleared her throat.
"Mind letting me know where that came from?" Rachel said laughing, shockingly. And Quinn glanced at her lover before she giggled wholeheartedly.
"What? Bo? Oh, he's one of the regulars that come in the shop. Santana thought we might get a little hassled today, or more importantly, you might get hassled. So we called him, sometimes he comes and stands guard when celebrities come to be tattooed." Quinn said, and Rachel grinned.
"He seems…scary."
"Only on the outside, he's honestly a big softie, like a brother to me." Quinn said pulling her sunglasses from her face upon seeing her best friend sipping a martini as if it was the most natural thing to do at one o'clock in the afternoon.
"'Sup bitches?" She said grinning and raising an eyebrow at the two women that took a seat in the high chairs sat the table.
"It's one in afternoon and you're already drinking like a fish? I'm not dragging you out of this, dumbass." Quinn said pointing her finger accusingly at the girl, and Rachel smiled.
"Santana while your offensive address to me bothers the intellectual side of me I will offer my less intelligent side to say, hello to you too, bitch." Rachel spoke, knowing how her long winded terms of speech used to aggravate the girl in high school.
"Just when I was starting to like you, Berry, you had to open your mouth and start talking like a fucking news reporter on energy drinks, alcoholic energy drinks, at that." Santana spoke sipping from her straw.
The waitress appeared, Stacy, and took their order, "What will you girls have to drink? Hopefully you're not future bum homeless alcoholics like this retard." The dark haired Hispanic woman spoke and there was something strangely familiar about the girl, to Rachel.
"Well, look who's here! Quinn Fabray, long time, no see!" The girl said poking the blonde with her pen and Quinn smiled, blushing. "Good to see you too, Stacy."
The woman laughed, "You always did go red anytime I spoke to you, and who is this lovely Señorita you've got sitting next to you?" The woman spoke happily curious and Quinn smiled.
"This is one of the seven dwarfs, talky, and she is Quinn's future wife." Santana said with a grin, but flinching when Quinn reached over to slap her arm.
"I'm Rachel Berry, please to meet you." Rachel spoke reaching her arms out to shake the Latina's hand and she smiled shaking Rachel's hand.
"I take it you are Quinn's main squeeze?" She said, and Rachel furrowed her eyebrows chuckling, "Sure, whatever that is."
"God, Stac…your ghetto talk is worse than your sister's." Quinn said shaking her head.
"Whoa you gots a problem with the way I talk, you takes it up with me, understand? Don't make me go all Lima Heights Adjacent on your ass." Santana said her accent coming out at full force and Quinn laughed at the woman.
"You both lived in the suburbs, your dad was a dentist."
"Wait-sisters?" Rachel said, and Quinn nodded. Stacy smiled at the shorter brunette, "Yeah Quinn's parents went to school with my parents, and I went to school with Quinn's sister-"
"The bitch." Santana spoke bitterly, and Rachel looked on confusedly. Quinn laughed, "Stacy and Frannie, went to school together just like San, and I went to school together."
"They hated each other," Santana said with a snicker and Rachel looked at Stacy for confirmation.
Stacy laughed, "Yes but that's another story for another day, the story of me and Francine."
"Jeez, Stac, you might as well sit and tell them of our history. Would it kill you to sit with your sister?" Santana said looking offensively at her sibling who rolled her eyes and ruffled her hair.
"Aww you miss me, Satan?"
Rachel laughed at the thought that even her older sister called her that.
"Come on, Stac, have a drink with us, please?" Quinn said pouting and the older Lopez sighed, before taking a seat.
"Ay Dios Mio, Trying to get me fired, you two bitches are."
"Shut up bitch, you own the place." Santana said with a laugh and Quinn and Rachel joined her while Stacy shoved her sister lightly.
"Anyways, Francine and I went to school together and absolutely hated each other every breathing minute of it."
"Sounds a little familiar." Rachel said thoughtfully remembering all the feuding Quinn and Santana did throughout their high school career.
"Oh I know what you are thinking, but what Santana and Quinn did was be frenemies, they were immature and from what I understood senior year, they got pretty close. Francine and I could not stand each other." Stacy said with an air of laughter.
Quinn laughed at the memories, "Frannie would get jealous of Stacy, they were both on cheerios together and Stacy got captain, and by association all of the guys she could ever want."
"Then, throw in the fact that her little sister thought I was way cooler than she was," Stacy said winking at Quinn who laughed and nodded.
"Shit, that's because Francine was a fucking prude, she was always "daddy's favorite", right Quinn?" Santana said quoting her friend.
"Anyways, Francine and I absolutely couldn't stand each other…and one day she was at the bottom of the pyramid and I was at the top so of course she decided it would be the perfect time, to drop me."
Rachel gasped, "No way!"
Santana nodded viciously, "I wanted to fuck that bitch up!"
"Hell, even I knew Frannie was wrong when I found out about it."
Rachel looked at the older Latina curiously watching her smiling face as she reminisced and laughed at her sister's outburst and Quinn's rebuttal.
"What happened?" The brunette asked curiously.
"I picked myself up off of the ground, grabbed her head and slammed her face into the bleachers."
Rachel's eyes widened, while Quinn and Santana laughed loudly. It seemed that Santana's ruthlessness was genetic.
"There was blood everywhere, I still remember the look on Sue's face when she heard the crack of Francine's nose on the metal." Stacy recalled in a daze of what looked like happiness, it caused Rachel to stutter out a laugh.
"Frannie came home with scratches and a bloody broken nose, and my dad just fucking lost it. He was so angry saying, "Good Christian girls don't fight those crazy Hispanics!" Quinn said imitating her father and Santana laughed taking a swig of her drink.
Stacy laughed, "Our father just bought me my first drink."
They all shared a laugh at that notion, and Rachel sighed. "Did you two ever become friends?"
"Of course Quinn's sister, ever the good "Christian", sent me an invitation to her wedding…I responded." She said smugly.
Rachel looked with mischievous eyes. "What did you say?"
"Congratulations, glad you found someone to appreciate the permanent knot in your nose from where I kicked your ass, have a nice life, bitch." Santana rattled off by memory sighing dramatically and wrapping her arm around her sister's shoulders.
"You're my hero, Stac."
"I know, San."
Quinn laughed, "She came into my room the month before the wedding and screamed at me to look at what 'my friend's sister' wrote her. She wouldn't say her name and after that anyone who even spoke the word Stacy, caused my sister to go into sporadic fits…she never got over the ass whooping she got." Quinn said, looking at Rachel.
Rachel shook her head, completely unaware of how deep her girlfriend's roots went with her best friend, and now apparently, her family.
"Yes…but enough of that. Quinn, I'll bring you guys some food and some soda's sound okay?" Stacy said standing from the table.
"Sounds good, oh, Rachel's a vegan."
"Noted." Stacy said saluting Rachel, who laughed at the gesture.
"Bring me another, martini?" Santana looked at her sibling hopefully. Stacy bent down to kiss her sister's forehead.
"Not a chance, lightweight."
"Bitch."
"Love you too!" Stacy spoke sauntering off into the back of the restaurant that Rachel now knew was hers.
"Santana, how did both you and your sister end up in California?" She said thoughtfully intrigued at how close the two sisters were in a family sense and in a literal physical sense now that she knew they lived in the same city.
"She actually didn't move out here until my last year of law school. She opened up her restaurant, and I waited here for a while. It's how I know so much about running a business, and it's what prompted me to take a business class." Santana said thoughtfully and smiled.
"It must be nice being near family." Rachel said smiling looking at the Latina. And Santana smiled looking back at her sister, who seemed to have the same fire as her younger sister as she yelled at whoever was cooking behind the scenes.
"Yeah, she was the first person I came out to. We were always really close." Santana said.
Rachel looked over to her girlfriend who looked a little sad at the notion of how close the two Hispanic sisters were and she realized how detached from her family she was. Rachel reached over and laid her hand on top of the girls.
Quinn looked up at her girlfriend and smiled, "I'm fine, baby."
"I love you, and we can make our own family, plus you'll have my family." Rachel smiled softly and Quinn leaned forward to kiss her girlfriend.
"Ugh, I just felt my martini come back up."
"Fuck you, if that drink comes back up, it's because you are an aspiring alcoholic." Quinn said as Stacy approached with food for the three of them.
"Rachel we actually had some sort of tofu salad, which I didn't even know of and I own the place, so I hope you enjoy." Stacy spoke, and Rachel smiled with laughter.
"Thank you, but I'm actually gonna have to take it to go, because I've only got fifteen minutes until this meeting and new artist managers can be so eager they always feel the need to show up fifteen minutes earlier than usual." Rachel said standing, and placing her hand on her girlfriend's shoulder, watching the pout form on her face before she kissed her lips and Stacy went to get her a box.
"Do you have to go so soon?" Quinn said, and Rachel nodded sadly, "Yeah, baby I do. But I'll be at your place later, alright?"
Quinn smiled lightly kissing her girlfriend one last lingering time before stabbing her fork into whatever it was that the Latina had brought out for her to eat, "Alright, I'll see you then."
Stacy appeared with what was now Rachel's boxed food and smiled, "There you go."
Rachel smiled and thanked her before kissing her lover's forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too." Quinn said to her retreating form.
"I love you too!" Said Santana and Stacy in unison. And Rachel laughed greeting Bo at the door and taking his huge burly arm as he lead her out of the door. Quinn laughed at the sight of her girlfriend standing next to the large African American man as he lead her out of the restaurant.
"I can't believe you girls called Bo." Stacy said before shaking her head and walking off.
Santana's shoulders shook with laughter before she allowed herself a chance to look at her best friend in curiosity.
"You alright, Q?"
Quinn looked her companion, realizing that she was referring to the incident from the weekend, and then it suddenly dawned on her that Rachel had told her she went to talk to Santana about what was going on with Quinn.
"I'm a little fucked up, San." The blonde sighed. And Santana scoffed. "A little?"
"Okay, I'm more than a little fucked up, San. We're going to Ohio this weekend." Quinn added quietly.
Santana dropped her fork to the plate, "What do you mean you're going to Ohio?"
"Beth wrote me a letter inviting me to her thirteenth birthday party…she said it was the only thing she's ever wanted for her birthday." Quinn said twiddling her fingers and folding them on the table, locking her eyes on them as if they were truly interesting.
It was a sign of being uncomfortable, Santana noticed.
It's what she always did.
"Fuck, she's thirteen? Jesus Quinn, you're old." Santana said with a nervous laugh and Quinn laughed with her softly.
"Bitch, you're the same age." She said, before sighing. "She doesn't hate me Santana, she actually understands why I didn't keep her…she doesn't think I abandoned her at all. She wants to have me in her life, she even called me…mom." Quinn said whispering the last part and Santana smiled at the fact that her friend was taking a huge step in her life.
"So, you and Rachel are going to go this weekend?"
"Yeah, and I think I'm going to talk to my parents while I'm there."
Santana gaped at the blonde woman who looked at her with questioning hazel eyes, and she swore she saw the nervousness seeping from her system.
"What?" The Latina managed.
"I think it's time for me to go to them, and talk. A lot of the reasons why I'm a fucking mess is their fault. So…I need to forgive them and have closure and move on."
Santana looked on in disbelief, "Quinn, you think you're ready for that kind of thing? You think you're stable enough to go into that house and feel alright enough not to smash everything in that bitch?"
That was Santana's way of saying she was unsure about that decision.
"No…but I'm ready to be over this shit, you know?" Quinn said genuinely. And she was genuinely telling the truth about it. She was ready to close those wounds, so that she could move on healthily and happily with Rachel.
"Yeah, I know. But Quinn, maybe you should ask Rachel to go with you. You're crazy if you think you're gonna be able to sneak away without her hanging on to your car hood anyway. That little bitch is like a ninja." Santana spoke remembering how the woman entered her house faster than lightening.
"Don't call her a bitch, and I don't know if I even want to grace Rachel with their presence. I can handle their words about me, but I don't want anything said about her. Cause I really will cut a bitch over that. So maybe I'm not stable enough." Quinn spoke darkly.
Santana bit her lip. "Quinn, have you ever thought of seeing a shrink?"
Quinn looked at her confusedly. "What? I'm not crazy."
"I'm not saying you are, I'm saying that maybe it might make things easier…people who are fucked up see shrinks all the time Quinn. I think you need someone who's not attached to you to give you some direction and guidance on where you need to go from here." Santana said, her eyes concerned.
Quinn looked at her friend, surprisingly, "Since when did you become wise?"
"Since I had to keep your ass from falling down some hole of despair. Promise me that you will hear me out and at least consider it, or talk to Rachel about it." Santana added thoughtfully.
"Before or after Ohio?" Quinn said, taking a bite of her food.
"I think you're going to need it after Ohio, honestly. So how about you just talk to her during your next intense lovemaking session?" Santana offered, with a smirk.
"Go fuck yourself."
"Don't be upset at me, because you bitches came in here looking like you just fucked the shit out of each other." Santana said thoughtfully.
"Gee, I'm glad we aren't in public or anything Santana." Quinn spoke sarcastically and the Latina rolled her eyes dramatically before reaching down into her purse.
"Oh calm your thong, lady." She pulled out a card and slid it across the table to the blonde.
"Look, I know it's too soon, and I just mentioned it to you…but if you decide to see a shrink? This chick is pretty good. I mean, I saw her a lot when I first moved out of Lima, when I was dealing with my grandmother…and I think she can really help you too, Quinn." Santana said quietly looking with hard eyes at the blonde.
Quinn picked the card up and turned it over in her hands looking at the information before glancing back up at her friend.
"Promise me you'll think about it, Quinn." She said reaching to grab her hand, and Quinn closed her eyes recognizing the sensitive sweetness that was happening within this moment with her friend.
It was rare, when Santana genuinely offered her advice and wanted her best friend to better herself in any way, shape, or form. So it was twice as hard to resist her, when she was being like this because people rarely got to see this side of Santana.
Santana was reaching out to her, truly, for her to get better for the first time in a very long time.
"I'll think about it, San…I promise."
A/N: Alright, I'm finished. I went over like seven thousand words when this chapter was only supposed to be like three thousand words. Lol. The graphic smut slipped out, so forgive me for that sudden surprise. The rest is legit plotlines. The next chapter will be the first of two parts of their Lima trip. I hope you guys enjoyed the interaction between Santana and Quinn, because I felt it was necessary.
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-Mimi