A/N sooooo sorry that it's been so long. Finals, eh? Anyway, hope you enjoy!
That evening Santana called Quinn. It was time to get the Unholy Trinity back together. Quinn answered on the first ring.
"This is Quinn Fabray."
"This is Santana Lopez." She smiled. She missed Quinn.
"Auntie Snix calling me after all these years! To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Britt and I missed you. It's been too long since the Unholy Trinity got up to some mischief."
"Ya, we need some brains over here!" Brittany interjected.
"Brittany! I haven't heard from either of you in so long!"
"So how about it, Q, gonna come visit us soon?"
"I dunno, I'm fairly busy here. With a job and school, I don't know when I'll have time to come all the way to Chicago."
"Come on, Quinn! We miss you! And if you come soon you'll be able to see me and Sebastian perform!" Brittany begged.
"Ya, plus, you need a break! You can't study all the time." Santana reasoned. There was a pause.
"Sebastian's there?"
"Yup! He's doing a musical at my theater!" Brittany quipped, her hair bouncing. Another pause.
"Seems like I'm missing out on a great party."
"You are!"
"It's true," Santana continued, "there's no party like a Brittany party."
"Of course, you would think that, Santana."
"So does everyone else."
"Hmm, I think I can come in two weeks. Does that work for you guys?"
"Perfectly."
"Awesome, I'll see you then! But right now I have to go to class!"
"Bye!" Santana and Brittany chorused. Santana put down the phone and curled up next to Brittany on the couch. It was going to be a long two weeks.
xxx
Quinn put down the phone and grabbed her car keys. She hadn't heard from Santana and Brittany in a while. She did miss them. But she worried. Sebastian was there.
Santana didn't know this, but Quinn had seen them one night in the school parking lot. She had stayed after to make up a test and when she left the building she saw their car.
Now Quinn didn't pretend to know the details of their relationship. She had kept it quiet because she knew it would crush Brittany to know Santana had been cheating on her. Plus, she was only partially sure it was them. It was dark after all...
But after paying more attention to Santana she figured it must be. She was much more defensive than normal during those years, and that was an accomplishment.
Quinn did have one tiny bit of information though. When she saw the car, there had been small bloodstains on the window. From what was going on in the car, she figured it must have been from rough sex.
Really rough sex.
Then there were the scars. Santana hid them from most people, but Quinn had seen her changing. She say the bite marks and the gashes. She had wanted to confront Santana about it, but never had.
She regretted that now, especially since Sebastian was back in Brittany and Santana's life. She knew Santana, and Santana would slip back into her old patterns in spite of the ramifications.
Quinn was worried. But she couldn't be worried now, she had class.
xxx
Airports were never an enjoyable place for either Santana or Brittany. But Quinn running into their arms at the pick-up gate made the waiting and the smell worth it.
Showing Quinn around their hometown provided Brittany a chance to regale Quinn with everything the two girls had done in the time they had lived there.
"And that's where Santana and I ate pizza, it was really fun because the waiter thought we were hot and gave us free pie... and that's where that police officer pulled us over for speeding, but we got out of that because Santana is hot-"
"Just because Santana was hot, Britt?" Quinn interjected.
"I think it had more to do with Britt's insistence that we were being chased by rabid goat."
"Well we were, if the officer hadn't pulled us over it probably would have continued to chase us." Brittany defended. The other two laughed.
"C'mon, Quinn, we can sightsee later. Right now, I think we should head to the apartment. Britt has something special planned for you!"
"Ohhhh, yesss," Brittany squealed. She had been preparing this surprise since Quinn agreed to come. The three set off in the direction of their apartment complex.
xxx
"Cake mix?" Quinn questioned as Britt help a brightly colored box up.
"Yes! Cake mix for cupcakes! Don't you remember how we always used to make cupcakes together?" Britt exclaimed. Quinn smiled. Yes, she remembered. Cupcake day with Britt and Snix. It always ended up in catastrophe and gossip. Brittany bounced away to begin cooking, Quinn followed.
Water, butter, eggs, and mix were dumped into the large bowl. They all shoved a spoon into the combination and attempted to mix it to an adequate degree. After an impressive thirty seconds without incident, Quinn got a faceful of batter.
"Brittany!" Quinn gasped. "Oh, it is on!" She took her spoon and flicked some half-mixed batter back at Brittany. Britt screamed and a full on food fight ensued.
The battle raged throughout the house. During a short truce, they all agreed to strip to their underwear in an attempt to save their clothes from the onslaught of batter.
Of course, they were soon out of batter. Which led to the throwing of other foods such as eggs and crackers.
Roughly an hour later the apartment was trashed and the girls were through. Brittany had been declared the winner for her warrior like toss of an oreo that landed squarely between Santana's eyes.
Quinn watched as Santana brushed a piece of frosting off of Brittany's nose. She hoped that Santana wasn't fucking that famous asshat, Brittany probably couldn't handle being in the real world without her girlfriend. But if Santana was involved with Sebastian... well, she didn't deserve Brittany.
Quinn was torn. Brittany needed Santana, but as much as Santana needed Brittany, there was no way they could stay together if Santana was cheating so enthusiastically.
She decided to confront Santana.
"Quinn! Look! I drew a llama on Santana!" Brittany pointed to a glob of frosting on Santana's bare stomach. Quinn smiled.
"What's it's name?"
"Frank," Santana answered.
"Yes, Frank," Brittany agreed, sticking her finger in Frank.
"Don't kill Frank!" Quinn shouted in mock horror as Brittany licked her finger.
"Frank was getting fat, I needed to take some of it away."
"I'm getting fat, wanna take that away?" Santana asked playfully. Brittany poked her girlfriend's stomach. "Thanks Britt."
"Can you take some of mine away too?" Quinn asked. Brittany pranced up to her and began poking her ruthlessly. Quinn giggled uncontrollably and attempted to fight the other blond off, but Britt was strong from dancing and quickly overpowered Quinn, pushing her to the kitchen floor. Santana soon joined the fray, tickling any skin she saw, leaving the two other girls cackling loudly on the ground.
Later, Quinn decided. She would confront Santana later.
xxx
It was Quinn's last day and she was beginning to worry that she wouldn't be able to confront Santana in person. That is, until Brittany invited Sebastian over for dinner.
"It'll be like a reunion!" she announced over breakfast. Of course, a reunion with Sebastian wasn't something Quinn had ever envisioned. While she had forgiven him of his heinous actions she still didn't trust the boy. He just had a feel about him that was off-putting.
Sebastian arrived precisely at five o'clock, looking as perfect as ever.
"Quinn," he said, walking up to her and enveloping her in a hug, which she returned politely. "It's been too long." He flashed her a winning smile, meant to melt hearts. Quinn plastered a smile on her face and greeted the actor.
"Seb! I'm so glad you could come!" Brittany squealed, pulling Sebastian into a bone crushing hug.
"Well I wasn't about to miss out on a free dinner. Though, I did bring a salad," he held up a saran wrapped glass bowl, "I thought it was only polite, seeing as you went to all the trouble of making dinner."
"Thanks," Santana said, hardly covering her sarcasm as she took the bowl and walked to the already set table.
The dinner passed without incident. Quinn even started to believe that there was nothing wrong and Sebastian really was the charismatic actor that everyone saw him as. That is, until the group was watching television together and Brittany got a call from one of her friends.
"Hello?" she said into the phone and listened for a moment. "OK, I'll be right there." She hung up the phone. "Hey guys?"
"What's up Britt?" Santana asked, putting her hand on her girlfriend's leg.
"Sofia is having a relationship crisis. I need to go and calm her down, I'll see you guys later!" She kissed Santana, waved to Quinn and Sebastian and left the apartment.
Brittany's absence left the formerly raucous room in an uncomfortable silence. Quinn decided it was now or never.
"So..." she began "please tell me you two haven't been fucking again." Two heads snapped her way.
"What!" Santana shouted, fear evident in her eyes. Sebastian looked at her calmly.
"What would give you the idea that Santana and I are romantically involved?" he questioned.
"Oh, please, no one said anything about romance. I saw you two fucking back in high school."
"And you didn't say anything?" Santana accused.
"No I didn't. But I'm saying something now. Tell me you're not fucking."
"What makes you think it's any of your business?" Sebastian bit back calmly. Quinn turned to look fully at him.
"Because I care about Brittany. And I care about Santana. And I want them to be happy. You two fucking is not conducive to a strong relationship between Santana and Brittany. Nor is it helpful for a relationship between you and your boyfriend."
"Well, Quinn, you'll be happy to know that Sebastian and I aren't fucking. We never have, what you saw must have been somebody else." Quinn took a moment to give her old friend a pitying look.
"Come on, Snix, I've know you most of my life. You can't lie to me. I know you two had a thing back in high school. I know you're likely to go back to that now." She took a breath. "Just stop, OK? I don't want you or Britt to get hurt."
"I'm sorry, I missed the part where Santana and I's sex life was any of your business. We're all consenting adults here. If we were to have a relationship there would be nothing immoral or wrong about it. Hell, we would even be all heterosexual, making us more socially acceptable. This is none of your business."
"If this is about being more socially acceptable-"
"Quinn, this has nothing to do with being socially acceptable. If it was, we'd be more public with it." Santana assured, still angry.
"Our relationship is personal. Agreed upon in the past, and will end once I return to Hollywood. It is none of your concern, nor is there any reason why either of our relationships will suffer because of it. We are discrete in our practices, more so than we were in high school. I'm sure you have nothing to worry about on this matter." Sebastian calmly reasoned.
"You guys, this isn't OK, you have to-"
"Excuse me, I need to leave, I have a big day tomorrow." Sebastian stood up and walked out the door before either Quinn or Santana had time to protest. Santana didn't waste time following his lead.
"I should turn in. I also have a big day tomorrow."
"Santana! Wait!" But before Quinn could get out any more Santana had locked herself in her room. Quinn huffed and got ready for bed.
That conversation had been pointless.
xxx
The next morning Quinn left on a morning plane. She had classes in the afternoon or she would have stayed to talk more to Santana.
Brittany had come home late that night, after Quinn had fallen asleep. Quinn had decided she didn't want to tell Britt about her girlfriend's less than honorable actions. Britt lived in her own happy world anyway, no need to disrupt her.
The only comfort Quinn got was that Sebastian would leave soon enough and Britt and San could move on with their relationship.