Thanks for everything again it's still very much appreciated :) Also idk about anyone else but if the Notes on iPhones had the ability to italicize and stuff my life would be way easier lol :P
"Hey where'd Santana go?" Quinn asked Brittany who was sitting on the couch where Santana had been. She got caught by Mercedes and Tina after she left the bathroom and lost track of her.
"I think she said she was going outside." Brittany said, pointing behind her to the glass doors across the room, "You two are cute by the way." She added before Quinn walked away.
Quinn's step faltered, "I'm sorry what?"
Brittany grinned at her, "You two are cute, I know you guys were talking about each other. I kinda thought something was going on at the wedding and neither of you wanted to say anything."
Quinn glanced around quickly to see if anyone was close enough to hear what Brittany was saying, "You're...you're not mad?" Quinn asked hesitantly, furrowing her brow.
Brittany laughed, "Of course not! And I can tell you make her happy, that's all that really matters." She said with a smile.
Quinn smiled, "Thanks, Britt." She said and Brittany just gave her another smile and a thumbs up in response. She laughed and continued her way towards the doors.
She slowly slid it open and stepped out, carefully closing it behind her. Santana was sitting on the swing to her right, "Whatcha doin out here?" Quinn asked quietly.
Santana turned her head from staring out into the yard to look at Quinn. She shrugged, "You disappeared and I needed some air."
"Are you okay?" Quinn asked as she slowly walked over and sat down next to her.
"Yeah." She answered with a sigh, earning a disbelieving look from Quinn, "I'm just getting kinda nervous." She admitted.
"About what?" Quinn asked, confused.
"Everything." She said, "But mostly you freaking out when other people start knowing about us."
Quinn nodded in understanding, "If it makes you feel better, Brittany just told me we're cute. And I'm not freaking out."
Santana snorted, "You told her?"
"No, actually." Quinn said quickly, "She figured it out I guess."
Santana nodded, "Of course she did."
Quinn sighed and scooted closer to her, "Why does Kurt keep trying to shove me out of the closet on my face in front of everyone?" She asked after a moment.
Santana put her arm around her as she leaned into her, "He gets a kick out of this for some reason." She muttered her answer.
Quinn pursed her lips, "How ironic."
Santana snorted and looked away nervously again, "Do you uh...I know tomorrow is Sunday but um, would you wanna like...go to dinner and stuff with me?"
"Are you asking me on a date, Santana?" Quinn asked, feigning surprise.
"I guess I am, Quinn." She answered properly.
"Mmyes, as long as its not Breadstix." Quinn said, turning her face into the crook of Santana's neck.
Santana scoffed, "Bitch please, Breadstix is the shit. And I don't wanna go too far out of the way for what I wanna do after dinner."
"And what's that?" Quinn asked quietly.
Santana pushed Quinn's face out of her neck, "Stop please." She requested, "And it's a surprise."
Quinn pouted and leaned back on the swing, "You have a surprise planned for me? That's so sweet." She teased, smiling now, "Wait do I have to deal with awkward gentlewomany Santana or Santana Santana?"
"Probably a mixture of both." Santana said honestly, "I'm cool with you when other people are around but when it's just us I feel like a dumbass."
Quinn laughed, "You're doing fine now." She reassured.
"Just get used to the fact that I'm a very awkward girlfriend and that will probably never change with you." Santana admitted.
"You act like I'm an alien or something that you don't know what to do with or do around me." Quinn said with a laugh.
"You are." Santana said quickly and Quinn laughed again, "You're crazy beautiful like you shouldn't even be from here and I'm ninety nine point nine percent certain you manipulate my feelings and emotions and that's why I don't understand how you make me feel the way I feel."
Quinn laughed some more, "I think you're an alien that has replaced the real Santana with a being that's capable of caring about someone other than herself and its just confusing to the part of the real Santana that's left in there." Quinn explained, "And thank you." She ended with a satisfied smile.
Santana rolled her eyes and sighed, "Yeah yeah."
"Don't be all pouty because you actually said something nice to me." Quinn said with a smile, "You're crazy beautiful too you know." She said quietly as she leaned back into Santana.
"Well duh." Santana said with a teasing tone.
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Of course you can accept compliments no problem but it kills you to give them." She said with a grin.
Santana shrugged, "I like expressing myself through physical means." She said and Quinn raised an eyebrow.
Santana shook her head with a grin and twisted around to look at Quinn face to face, "Are you trying to make a move on me, Lopez?" Quinn asked quietly as she held back a smirk.
"Maybe...Is that okay I mean like, we don't have to kiss if you don't want to like...You're just so pretty and the guys would never believe I even got the chance to go out with you." Santana said acting like it was the end of a first date or something.
Quinn laughed, "Shut up." She said and leaned forward to kiss her. Santana grinned and kissed her back.
"Was that okay?" She asked quietly, pulling back just enough to look into Quinn's eyes.
"Per-" Quinn started and was interrupted by the glass door sliding open quickly.
"What the hell are you two doing out here?" Puck asked as he watched the girls scramble away from each other.
"Swinging." Santana answered quickly as she started rocking the swing back and forth.
"Don't play stupid, hopez." Puck said and Santana bit the inside of her cheek as Quinn shot her a nervous look, willing her not to jump across the porch and kill him, "Stop making moves on her, how many times do I have to say she's not into that."
"Why does what you say even matter?" Santana asked and he narrowed his eyes, "How many times does she have to tell you she's not into you?"
"That's not the same." He scoffed.
"Isn't it?" Santana asked as she slowly stood up. Quinn's eyes widened as she watched her creep closer to him, "How do you know she's not into me, hm? Simple question."
"She had my kid." He answers easily.
Santana laughed mockingly, "She slept with you once. That doesn't mean she's straight nor does it mean she's into you. How many times did I sleep with you? Or any other guy for that matter and here I am. Straight as a rainbow."
Quinn couldn't help but laugh at what Santana just said and earned a glare from them both, "She's. Not. Into. You." Puck said slowly.
Quinn stood up quickly and walked over to them when Santana reached him. She stopped just behind Santana and grabbed her shirt to pull her back, "Then why. Am. I. Her. Girlfriend?" Quinn asked in the same tone.
Santana quickly turned to her and gave her a look before she gathered herself and put her arm around Quinn, "Yeah." She added, holding her head high.
Puck laughed, "You expect me to believe that? That's the same shit you pulled on Facebook that one night."
"We're not pulling any shit Puckerman," Quinn spoke up, getting irritated, "I am not into you. I don't want to be with you. I am very much into Santana and very much her girlfriend so if you could kindly stop being an asshole it would be greatly appreciated."
Santana looked at Quinn again with a smile and Puck said, "You've got to be kidding. This is a joke. Does anyone else know or are you just pulling this stunt on me?"
"Talk to Lady Hummel and Britt." Santana said, turning back to him.
He pursed his lips but turned around and went back into the house and to the couch to Brittany. Santana rolled her eyes and stepped in front of Quinn, "You're really hot when you're mad I don't know if anyone has ever told you that." She said with a smirk.
"Ditto." Quinn said with a grin, "Can we get outta here? I'm starting to feel like crap."
"I guess if you want to." Santana said with a frown before she reached for the door and slid it open. Santana offered Quinn her hand and Quinn looked down at it hesitantly before glancing back up to the room before them.
She looked at Santana who was just watching her patiently. After she glanced back down at her hand she accepted it. Her logic was that they're leaving, who cares now right?
Santana didn't say anything, she just pulled Quinn along behind her through the door and room, "Later guys." Santana said lazily as they made their way to the front door.
"Where are y'all going?" Mercedes asked.
"Quinn's ready to go home." Santana said quickly as she stopped and turned around in front of the door, bouncing on her heels slightly.
"It's only midnight." Kurt said as he raised an eyebrow and glanced at their hands.
Santana pursed her lips, "And we've been here since like before eight so..."
Puck stood up from the couch and walked over to Kurt. Santana and Quinn watched them for a moment as Kurt got an amused look on his face and nodded his head. Next to him, Blaine got a surprised look on his face; guess Kurt didn't tell him after all. Santana squeezed Quinn's hand and offered her a worried look, "Let's go." She said and turned to open the door.
"Hold it, Lopez!" Puck said loudly, stopping her movement.
"What?" She hissed.
"Why can't Quinn go home alone? You used to actually have a good time at parties...and not much to do with her." He said, crossing his arms and cocking his head.
"We came together and I'm not gonna let her walk home alone, dumbass." Santana said with a scowl.
Kurt backhanded Puck's arm and said something quietly to him causing him to just laugh. Kurt scowled at him before he glanced at the two girls by the door, "Ignore him, his ego is just bruised a bit." He said and made a gesture for them to leave.
Santana gave him a confused look but started to the door again, "Wait." Puck said again.
Santana closed her eyes and slowly turned around, "What do you want Puckerman?" She hissed again.
"I don't think you should leave without sharing your news with everyone else." He said with a smug look on his face.
Santana glared at him, "I don't care what you think, Puckerman. Quinn is ready to go home." She said and shot Quinn a hesitant look. Quinn just raised a questioning eyebrow at her, "And who am I to keep her waiting?" She asked with a slightly suggestive tone and smirk.
Quinn glanced down and snorted before she looked back up at surprised and confused faces. Puck's was more of a scowl, "I'm sorry?" He asked.
"Did I stutter?" Santana asked in response quickly as she reached behind her and turned the doorknob, "Quinn is ready to go home and I can't keep my lady waiting now if you'll excuse us, I hope you have a great rest of the night as well." She said with a wink and smirk as she pulled Quinn out the door.
Quinn turned her head back towards them and lifted her free hand and offered them an innocent shrug, "Bye guys!" She said before she shut the door behind her.
She turned back around as Santana nearly dragged her down to the sidewalk, "Santana." Quinn said as she struggled to keep up, "Santana!" She said again and stopped walking, effectively causing Santana to stumble backwards and stop walking.
Santana scowled as she collected herself, "What?"
"I'm fine, okay? Just chill out a bit." Quinn said quietly.
Santana looked at her for a moment, "Okay well that's not entirely why I'm pissed right now. I just think its fan-fucking-tastic that people take it upon themselves to try to force someone to tell everyone else their business. At least Kurt wasn't being a dick about it." Santana mumbled and started walking again, slower this time.
Quinn brought her free hand up and wrapped it around Santana's arm and leaned into her, "It's fine, San." She said taking a breath, "It's just the glee people right? I mean they're harmless, we hardly speak to any of them anymore." She continued quickly.
Santana glanced at her, "Are you sure you're okay?"
"What, yeah." Quinn said, shaking her head. Actually no, this whole thing was actually turning into a thing, not just something between her and Santana. She is gay and dating Santana Lopez and everyone is starting to know. She let go of Santana's arm and hand quickly and stopped walking again.
"Quinn?" Santana asked when she stopped and turned towards her. Quinn was giving her a blank look and it was freaking her out.
"This is actually happening." Quinn said quietly as her eyes quickly searched Santana's face. Santana sighed as she realized Quinn was about to freak out.
"Baby just calm down, let's get you home. I think you just need to sleep some of...that off." Santana said quickly.
Quinn blinked at her, "What if my mom finds out? What if Puck tells my mom and dad? Oh my god they'll kill me."
Santana gaped at her, "Puck isn't that stupid, if he did that he knows I'd kick his ass."
Quinn shook her head, "They're still gonna find out, Santana." She said, her voice wavering slightly.
"Q," Santana sighed and stepped closer to her, "Where is this coming from?" She asked quietly as she grabbed Quinn's hands between them.
Quinn gave her a confused look, "What do you mean I thought you were expecting this?" She asked quickly.
Santana blinked at her, "First of all slow down please, I feel like I'm talking to Berry." She said with a sad smile, trying to lighten the mood, "And second of all, I was but I just...what just happened? You were fine two minutes ago."
"Before, this was just like a me and you thing. Now it's like...a real life thing like people actually know. Do you know how much I've tried to not let that happen over the years?" Quinn said quietly.
Santana squeezed her hands, "It's just the glee kids remember? They don't care they're just probably sitting back there like, are Quinn and Santana really about to do it?" Santana said with a smirk, "It's not like the whole high school or town...or state, is finding out, Q. I mean other than Kurt, who else knows that we actually have to deal with? And we don't have to deal with him yet. It's still just a me and you thing." She said quietly, carefully searching Quinn's eyes and willing her to calm down, "The entire world could know and it would still just be a me and you thing."
Quinn looked at her and sighed, "Right, you're right. I don't know why I'm freaking out." She said, shaking her head.
Santana shook her head, "No, I know why you are and I get it, it's okay. Us finally seeing each other again made it real for me and people knowing is making it real for you. And it's harder for you because it's new, but I am right here, Q. As long as I'm here it will always just be a me and you thing, okay? Everything will be okay."
Quinn nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I just...yeah. Thank you." She said quietly.
Santana gave her a small smile, "Now, why don't we go sleep this off, hm?"
"Okay." Quinn agreed quietly. They walked silently, hand in hand back to Quinn's house.
"Quinnie?" Judy called from the living room as they walked in. Santana sighed and rolled her eyes as she dropped Quinn's hand and waited for her to show up.
"What, mom?" Quinn asked just loud enough for her to be able to hear.
"You're back earlier than I expected are-have you been crying?" She asked when she saw Quinn.
Quinn quickly shook her head, "I um, no, I'm just still pretty tired."
Judy glanced at Santana and then back at Quinn, "Where were you two?"
"Puck's." Santana answered quickly and Quinn sighed as she shot her a look.
"Puck's? As in the boy who took advantage of my daughter, Puckerman? Why were you there?" Judy asked, upset.
"That's where everyone was hanging out, mom. It's fine, I barely even looked at him." Quinn explained tiredly.
"Were you two drinking?" Judy asked as she heard Quinn speak more.
"Mom can we talk about this later?" Quinn asked.
"Yes we can talk about this later." Judy said quickly, "And you missy aren't driving home, I'll be having a word with you two in the morning." Judy said to Santana before she walked off.
Quinn darted up the stairs and to her room before she had a chance to keep bothering them. Santana followed her, apparently not having a choice.
"My mom's gonna think I've been kidnapped." Santana said with a chuckle when they got to Quinn's room. Quinn just chuckled quietly as she kicked her shoes off and put on her sweatpants, "Do you have something I can change into, I didn't think to bring anything back from my place again." She asked after Quinn pulled off her dress and threw on a tshirt.
Quinn blinked at her and shrugged, "My Cheerios shirt and shorts might be in the second drawer." She said gesturing to her dresser.
Santana sighed and walked over to it as Quinn got into bed. Quinn was still a tad distraught about everyone knowing about them. It's not like she was embarrassed or anything but she's been hiding how she feels about the same sex for so long she almost feels like she needs to keep it up.
"Baby are you sure you're okay?" Santana asked as she climbed in next to her.
"I'll be fine but I don't wanna talk about it anymore okay?" Quinn said quietly.
"Can I at least have a kiss?" Santana asked with a sad tone.
Quinn grinned and shook her head before she twisted around to face her, "Goodnight, Santana." She said and reached up for a quick kiss. Santana brought her hand up to keep her from twisting back around and kissed her again before she started pecking her on the lips repeatedly.
"Okay!" Quinn said as she wormed her way out of Santana's grasp, "Crazy."
"Whatever." She mumbled with a grin before she kissed her cheek, "'Night babe."
"Yeah goodnight." Quinn said with a chuckle.
"Is there a reason you're making a big deal out of this now?" Quinn asked as her mom stood in the middle of the living room looking between Quinn and Santana who sat on opposite ends of the house.
"What do you mean now?" Judy asked.
Quinn pursed her lips, "This isn't the first time I've done something that I shouldn't." She stated calmly, "And sorry but you've never shown much concern before."
"Your father has told me if you slip up again he's not going to continue helping you through Yale and considering your track record, drinking probably isn't going to help you in the long run." Judy explained.
Quinn sighed as she glanced over at Santana who was messing with her hands in her lap as her legs bobbed up an down nervously, "I've grown up considerably since then, I think I'm a little more responsible now. And if me getting pregnant is your main concern then you have a completely wrong idea about me and trust me, you don't have to worry about it."
Judy gave her a disbelieving look, "I didn't think I had to the first time."
"Trust me it's not going to happen." Quinn said through gritted teeth.
"You know I think if Quinn had better parental figures in her life you wouldn't have to worry about what mistakes she may or may not make." Santana said quietly. Quinn gave her a warning look and Judy just tilted her head, curious for her to continue. Santana looked between them nervously before doing so, "Quinn didn't have anyone holding her hand to guide her away from the mistakes she made but think about it, how do you think she would've ended up had she not made those mistakes? She suffered the consequences from the decisions she made and she learned from it. She didn't have anyone to teach her. All she had were parents that just expected the best out of her and one little slip up pissed them off."
Quinn blinked at her, shocked at how much sense that actually made. Judy narrowed her eyes in thought as she continued looking at Santana, "You act like she's a little girl that doesn't know any better but she's not anymore. A lot of stupid shit has happened to her whether it be by her own hand or not but she turned out to be an amazing and smart woman." She continued when no one spoke up.
The look on Quinn's face turned into a small smile as she watched Santana actually stick up for her to her mother. Judy looked back at Quinn for a moment before speaking, "I hate to admit it but I think she's right." She said quietly and Quinn heard Santana let out a breath.
Quinn looked at her mom and raised an eyebrow for her to elaborate, "I could've been a better mother, especially when your father still lived here." She admitted quietly, "That doesn't change the fact that I want the best for you. It's not that I don't have faith in you but you know your father. If he knew you even went to that get together last night in the first place he would've flipped his lid."
Quinn rolled her eyes; it was true. She sighed, "I'm sorry, I'll try to be more responsible okay."
Judy pursed her lips and nodded her head towards Santana, "When did this one get so smart?"
Her and Santana both chuckled, "Maybe I rubbed off on her I don't know." Quinn said and Santana covered her face with her hand.
"I'm glad you two are getting along better, Quinnie wasn't very happy about the little slap fest during Thanksgiving." Judy said.
"A lot has changed since then." Santana said quietly as she took her hand from her face and smiled at Quinn.
Quinn smiled back, "Yep."
Judy looked between them for a moment, "Okay well, I have some things to take care of. Let me know if you're going anywhere before I get back, okay?" She said, looking at Quinn.
"Got it." She said as she tore her gaze away from Santana.
"Alright!" Judy said as she walked towards the door, "Bye girls, love you Quinnie!"
"Love you too." Quinn mumbled as she shut the door.
Santana stood up and took a deep breath, "Well that was nerve wracking, I'll see you later."
"Wait what?" Quinn asked, standing up and following her to the door.
Santana turned to her, "I need to go home and get ready for our...date. And maybe have a drink or two to calm down."
Quinn snorted, "Okay...well, thank you. For what you just said. It was sweet. With your parent complex and all."
"You're welcome, Q." Santana said quietly, "Okay, be ready by seven, I'll let you know before I come pick you up." She said quickly before she placed a chaste kiss on Quinn's lips.
"I'll be waiting." Quinn said with a grin as Santana opened and walked through the door, "See you later!" She said when Santana turned around to wave at her.
She closed the door and leaned back against it. She might have to give Santana's way of getting ready for tonight a chance. Tonight it really was going to get real and she needed to keep herself together.