I thought I'd add a personal experience into the story. It's always important to stand up for yourself and others against hate.
I know a lot of you are still not happy with how the story is ending up with the Unholy Trinity separating, but please, trust me :D
"Hi, can I order two white chocolate macchiato, please? I also want a shot of espresso in one."
"That'll be $7.39-" Quinn smiles as she looks over the counter. "Hey you two! You wanted an espresso on yours, Britt?" Quinn started working on their drink.
"Mhm!" The blonde nodded happily.
"It's on the house." Quinn hands them their drinks.
"Here's a $10 tip, Q!" Santana put a $10 bill in the tip jar.
"Ew…" Brittany stuck her tongue out in disgust.
"Let's switch, B." She grabs Brittany's coffee and places her own in the pale hands. "You didn't actually think it'll be sweet, did ya?"
"I wanted to seem cool ordering with a shot of espresso…" She pouted but smiles instantly after drinking hot white chocolate macchiato. "You're the best in making coffees, Q. Thank you." She looks at both Quinn and Santana.
"It's a good thing you guys are here. I wanted to talk to you guys." Quinn removes her apron and says goodbye to her coworker. "It's about the reporting job. I called them during break and they're thrilled."
"Proud of you, Quinn!" Brittany hugs the shorter blonde as she goes out behind the counter. "Why are do you look sad though?" She pouts.
"Let's get outta here first, okay?" Quinn grabs her two friends by the hands and walks towards the yellow buggy. "You two didn't have work today?"
"Britt called Jerry and told him I had explosive diarrhea." Santana jokes as she enters the back seat car door.
"Did not!" She whines. "I told him she is very sick and can't make it to work." She spoke rather proudly.
"That's so sweet of you. Let's go to a super market. I'm buying and making dinner tonight. That's when we'll talk, sound good?" She smiles and looks at both of them.
"Sounds great! My place?" Brittany starts the car and drives to the nearest Henry's she knows.
"Definitely, we don't even have furniture at our apartment." Santana rolls her eyes and sighs.
No more than 10 minutes Brittany, Quinn and Santana made it to Henry's. For nearly 30 minutes Brittany, Santana and Quinn separate ways to get ingredients like Quinn asked of them. Quinn is going to make squash fries, sushi, tacos and margarita pizza for the main course. Then fruit tarts and sweet, hazelnut, hot chocolate.
"Can you make like a roll of sushi for each of us, three tacos with different types of meat," she places shredded chicken, shrimp, and ground beef on the cart "and separate margarita pizza? I'm kinda hungry, a lot. I love your cooking!" Brittany asks politely.
"Of course! So we have everything?" She says as she pushes the cart towards the cashier.
"Here are the hazelnuts and a jar of Nutella." Santana puts them in the cart. "Are you sure you want to pay for all of this?" She looks at the blonde.
"Santana, just because I am tight on money, doesn't mean I'm poor. Calm your tits." She jiggles one of Santana's boobs and the old woman behind them clears her throat. Santana slaps her hand away.
Brittany and Quinn laugh out loud.
"Britt, can you grab sparkling red wine, please?" Quinn asks the tall blonde.
"Got it!" She stalks off into an aisle.
"So, what happened?" Quinn smirks and pokes Santana's ribs.
Santana blushes and waves her hand. "Nothing! I swear!"
"Then why are you blushing?" Quinn smirk is wider.
"Everything that happened was all sweet, nothing sexual." She smiles with honesty.
"Details later at the dinner table." She started placing the items on the conveyer belt.
"Here!" Brittany excuses herself as she walks over to her friends. "I got it!"
"That'll be $67.90, miss." The old woman said. "Oh, it's nice to see you again."
"Oh! Hello! Here you go!" Quinn smiles at the old lady who gave her blueberry muffin and coffee. "How are you?"
"Still living life to its fullest. Here's your change." She smiles at Brittany and Santana and looks back at Quinn. "I am guessing everything works out perfectly?"
"Almost perfect." She smiles. "This may be the last time I see you and I had a pleasure of meeting you."
"Same here, my dear. Always take care."
Quinn waves goodbye as she walks out of the store.
"Who was that?" Santana asks as she helps put the plastic bags into the trunk.
"A friend." Quinn smiles and ignores Santana.
"What was she talking about?" The Latina presses on.
"Life." Quinn puts the cart back into the rack near the store.
"Why is she so wizard-like? She's like Gandalf or Dumbledore." Brittany asks Santana when she gets in the passenger seat next to her.
"You mean wise?" She smiles as she stares at the girl who is walking towards the car. "That's just Quinn. I prefer her this way. Quiet, smart and calm."
As Quinn walks in she hears Santana say out loud, "and a BITCH!" She slaps the back of the Latina's head.
"OW!" Santana recoils and rubs the back of her neck.
"Someone is going to starve tonight!" She smirks at the back of Santana's head. "I'll show you how much of a bitch I am. I ain't cooking for you!"
"Quinn! I was only kidding! I love you!"
"Nope!" She stuck her middle finger out as Santana looks behind at her.
"I really missed you guys." Brittany laughs out loud as she drives home.
Brittany and Santana aren't allowed to help Quinn make the food. They weren't allowed in the kitchen tasting and looking around. So, the two went out to a movie store and pick out movie. It is only 5 PM.
"San, do you want another scary movie?" She calls out since the Latina is three aisles away.
"Yeah, I want to watch Paranormal Activity. Me and Quinn haven't watched it yet. You?"
"You'd really think I can watch that if I can't watch Quarantine?" Brittany walks behind Santana and gives her the "really?" look.
Santana laughs out loud. "Here, I picked this one out too."
"A Japanese film?" Brittany takes the DVD and observes it carefully. There's a red mark or emblem of BR and has the words Battle Royale and Survival Program. "Any good?"
"I heard it's amazing. One of the nerds from last week at Hooters was talking about it and half the restaurant joined it. Thought we'd check it out." She shrugs.
"What is it about?" Brittany scrunches her nose still not buying the movie.
"Something about a heated competition in a high school field trip?" They walk towards the cashier.
"Better be good." Brittany places both movies at the counter.
"We'll have a really good sleep over, Britt Britt. Don't worry. We can eat throughout the whole night and stay up!" Santana smiles at the tall, beautiful blonde.
"Do you think Quinn will be alright that we established a sleep over without her consent?" Brittany cocks her head to the side as Santana pays for the movie rentals.
Santana looks at Brittany in shock. Brittany used big words! "Um, she'll be fine. She's missed you greatly."
"Did you miss me?" Brittany asks bluntly and the cashier eyes them both.
Usually, whenever someone looks at her like that she runs away from the judgmental eyes, she's learned to stand up for herself and speak out her honest words. "I still miss you. I mean, we're here together now, but I miss being here." She pokes Brittany's left side of her chest, her heart.
As Santana takes the movies and her credit card from the cashier, Brittany grabs her arm and spins her around towards her. She envelopes Santana's luscious lips with her own. It's been years since she's felt Santana's lips on her which makes her heart race and close to Santana's heart.
Santana stands in shock for only a moment before she melts into Brittany's kiss and loving embrace.
"Excuse me! But get the fuck out of my store! I don't need your devil shit in here!"
The two part and glare at the man next to them.
"Keep the fucking movies, they're probably gonna be swimming in AIDS!" The cashier scoffs.
"Excuse me, but what the fuck is your problem?" Santana asks.
"You lesbian and gay folks bring hate to this world. It's a fucking sin and it's disgusting!" He spits at Santana's face.
Everyone at the store stops in their tracks and their attention is towards the commotion.
Brittany briskly walks towards the man and slaps uppercuts him hard on the chin. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!"
Santana wipes her face from the man's spit and grabs hold of Brittany's waist trying to have her retreat before cops come.
A white, elderly woman in a cane goes up to the man and hits him in the stomach solidly. "I beg your pardon but homosexuality is not a problem!" She points to the man who's grabbing his stomach in pain. "If anyone is the problem, it's you!"
Santana and Brittany stop and look at the woman with surprise faces.
A little boy also speaks out. "I have two mommies, and I don't see them spread hate. They've only shown love to me, to each other and everyone. Why is it wrong to love?" He asks it as a rhetorical question.
"It's people like you who spread the hate of homosexuality everywhere. All we want to do is love and you dare take that away from us?" Santana walks up to the man, never losing eye contact. "Imagine a world where you can't love your wife or your son or even your mom because it isn't allowed. Can you live in a world like that?" She shrugs and crosses her arms. "The only disgusting thing here, is you. You're sweaty, smelly and you hate people. I never judge you for those things, but attacking me and the person I love? That's a fucking low blow!"
Brittany's heart races as she watches Santana defend her. Santana still loves her.
A man screams out, "Grow some balls, asshole!"
The man looks around frightened.
"Better yet," Brittany spoke up this time. "Grow a heart and learn how to love." She grabs Santana's hand, intertwining their fingers and walks outside. She turns around and looks at Santana. "I am so sorry, San." She pouts.
"Britt, you have nothing to be sorry about!" She smiles. "It is the perfect second, first kiss." She hugs the blonde tightly in an embrace. "That douchebag should be the one sorry. You did amazing, Brittany."
Brittany hugs Santana tighter.
The old lady with a cane taps Santana's shoulder and Brittany and Santana turn around. "Are you two young ladies alright?" She asks with a concern feature in her face that will break anyone's heart if they ever see it.
"Thank you!" Santana hugs her carefully but very lovingly. "It means a lot."
The old lady hugs her in return. "Love isn't defined by the gender, but by the person you are in love with." She smiles and rubs Santana's cheek. "You are perfect the way you are." She looks over to Brittany walking closer to them. "Change the world and show what love is."
Brittany kisses the old lady's forehead and whispers out a thank you.
"You two have a lovely life now." She walks away smiling.
As they watch the old lady walk to her car a block away, Brittany put her arm around Santana's waist and squeezes her closer. "Want to change the world with me?" They turn around and walk to Brittany's car.
"Is that even a question?" Santana smiles and holds tightly onto Brittany's waist.
"You guys took awfully long!" Quinn winks at the both of them.
"I wish it was that rather than the homophobic shit that happened." Brittany slams the garage door close and slumps on the chair.
"What the hell happened?" Quinn raises her left eyebrow and grips on the knife she holds tighter.
"Quinn, let's just calm down…" Santana approaches the blonde slowly.
Quinn walks forward with the knife in her hand. "TELL. ME. WHAT. HAPPENED."
"Okay! But the knife thing again, Quinn? Really? I am scared for your future kids." Santana shuts her mouth, but Quinn heard every single word.
"Talk Lopez or I will fuck your baby maker with this knife!" Quinn snarls and points the knife at Santana. She gets really frustrated whenever someone bags on the LGBT community. Ever since… No, she can't let it happen again.
Brittany is actually afraid of Quinn, not like the time they talked Quinn out on messing up Nationals by telling Shuester that Kurt and Rachel went out, no. She is really afraid because she's never seen Quinn this angry. Plus, she has a knife in her hand. "We went to the video store. We were paying. Santana walks away but I grab her and kiss her."
"Awww, congrats you guys! I'm thrilled!" Quinn becomes sweet for a good second but her smile disappears and says, "Continue."
"The man throws a panda around."
"Pandemonium, Britt." Santana corrects her.
"And he basically was a homophobe who spat on Santana, who got beat up by an old lady with a cane, who doesn't know love and now, and we are here safe and sound. Can we eat now, please?" Brittany smiles nervously and looks at Quinn with pleading eyes. She stands up and walks carefully towards the shorter blonde.
"HE FUCKING SPAT AT YOU?" Quinn looks like a serial killer. Her eyes seem to glow red from anger, she breathes hard like a bull, the smirk on her face looks like Satan painted it on her, and the knife just defines her persona at the moment: A serial killer. She glares at Santana. "Why didn't you go Lima Heights on his ass, San?"
"Woah, woah, woah! Calm down!" Santana held her hands out backing up just in case Quinn tried cutting her. "Brittany uppercutted that mother fucker back in his mom's vagina, alright? I had to be the one that pulled her away this time."
"Britt, is that true?" Quinn's face lights up with a smile.
"Yeah! San, the little boy, this man, and the old woman all spoke up to defend us. It was beautiful, Quinn." Brittany takes the knife from Quinn's hand and places it carefully in the sink.
Quinn breathes out and smiles apologetically to Santana. "I'm sorry. It's just I can't forget…" She sighs.
"Q, that was long time ago! No need to be sorry, okay?" She shakes her head and rubs her forehead.
"What happened?" Brittany asks.
"My mom overhead me and San talking about how she became disowned by her parents because she was lesbian when we visited Lima during winter break four years ago." She looks at Santana who walks away into the kitchen getting water. "She bursts through the door and grabs Santana by the hair." She sighs and clenches her fist. "She throws Santana out into the snow, curses at her and spits on her." She looks at the emerging Latina from the kitchen. "I didn't do anything. I just watched. But I packed our things and never looked back. I haven't talked to my mom in years, Britt."
"Quinn, you did do something. You supported me, even now. I love you for that." Santana shrugs her shoulders. "I don't think you see how caring of a person you really are because of your bitch façade." She smiles at Quinn. "You're the best friend I always needed. Through thick, thin and thicker." She goes to Quinn and grabs her hand. "Thank you, Quinn."
Quinn smiles weakly and breathes out her mouth trying not to cry. "I'm going to plate dinner, so set the table up, please." She walks over to the sink and closes her eyes. She releases only two drops of sadness and wipes it away. She breathes deep and lets it out. "You can do this." There was never a time she has been separated from Santana for long periods and she has never missed a day calling Brittany. She took the job and everything will change. She smiles weakly and opens her eyes. "Tonight will be a good night."
The Unholy Trinity's Last Supper.
Like God's Last Supper. Trollollollol.